I [F] slept with my Husbands brother [m]

Yes, I know, I’m a terrible awful person. But this is something I naturally can’t share anywhere else.

Me and the brother have flirted for years. You know, the kind of tipsy flirting that you can get away with at big gatherings, brushing up against each other occasionally. He once was so drunk he grabbed and squeezed both my breasts in front of my husband. This didn’t go down very well as I’m sure you can imagine. Things got very heated, but lucky it was soon forgotten. But not by him, apparently.

Fast forward to last year (“19) and yet another family gathering. I was the tipsy one this time, but he was completely sober. He came up behind me while I was in the kitchen, no one else around, and I could feel his cock against my ass cheeks. He didn’t do anything, just pushed against me hard and whispered in my ear “if you don’t let me fuck you soon I’m going to just take what I want instead” and walked away. I took a minute to calm myself, and rejoined the party.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had whispered. For about 2 weeks it filled my every thought, until eventually I cracked. I sent him a message, something along the lines of “how exactly would you take it”. I waited, but he didn’t reply. I was disappointed, until he walked through my front door and dragged me to my knees and started to face fuck me. It wasn’t long before he was cumming down my throat, his moans leaving me dripping. And he left, me a crumpled mess on the floor, desperate for more.

His night time visits started not long after. I learned that he was kinkier than I had anticipated, getting great pleasure from choking me and slapping me. He liked it most when I didn’t react when he slapped me, and so did I. I can still remember the pain as his hand struck my face, but it made my pussy twitch so much. He also liked to clip pegs onto my body and slap them off, listening as I begged him to stop. He didn’t give a shit about me when we fucked, I was nothing more than a hole to be used, and when I had his cock in my throat he would hold my head down until I was struggling for breath.

It’s been nearly a year since we last met like this, and I’m starting to crave it. I stopped because unbelievably I grew a small conscience, but I miss feeling like nothing more than a worthless cum slut.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jn0afx/i_f_slept_with_my_husbands_brother_m