My Brother’s Wife (Part 10)[M/F][Cheat][Con]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/srspzx/my_brothers_wife_mf_cheat_con/)

[Part 2](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ssiai7/my_brothers_wife_part_2mfcheatcon/)

[Part 3](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/stbhoh/my_brothers_wife_part_3mfcheatcon/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/stf7w7/my_brothers_wife_part_4mfcheatcon/)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/su47tw/my_brothers_wife_part_5mfcheatcon/)

[Part 6](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/suwrp9/my_brothers_wife_part_6mfcheatcon/)

[Part 7](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/svsfsv/my_brothers_wife_part_7mfcheatcon/)

[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/swhq6c/my_brothers_wife_part_8mfcheatcon/)

[Part 9](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sx9kez/my_brothers_wife_part_9mfcheatcon/)
_____
The smell of frying bacon swept into my nostrils and tugged at my mind until my eyelids drew back like curtains. The last time I’d woken up to something so pleasant was the morning after Dani and I had begun our affair.

Peaking up and across the bed, I noticed the tent my morning wood had pitched beneath the sheets. I laughed softly to myself, turning over to find a pair of Dani’s lacy black panties hanging off the side of the bed. Listening to the sizzling grease just down the hall, her angelic humming playing in tune, I took her panties and ran them along the shaft of my cock. The nylon felt amazing, and I brought them up to my face, inhaling deep and replacing the smell of bacon was something far more savory.

I could’ve cum right there in bed in an instant. What a waste that would have been.

Rising from blissful comfort, I made my way down the hall, stopping to brush my teeth and splash a bit of water on my face. I kept the panties draped over my hard cock the entire time, creeping into my kitchen to find the most wonderful view waiting for me.

Dani rocked back and forth to a tune only she could hear, my white t-shirt making her frame look so small and delicate. The hem of the shirt stopped at the midpoint of her round ass, and I watched as her cheeks flexed as she moved. She was completely preoccupied with breakfast, and I took the opportunity to linger and create a memory for myself.

To everyone else, Dani hadn’t begun to show the signs of pregnancy. To me, she was becoming more perfect every day. It had only been two weeks since the night of Mike’s announcement, but I could see her body preparing for our child. They were the slightest changes, everything becoming just a fraction more plump and soft, but nothing about her body could get past my obsessive eyes. Even as I watched her, I noticed that her ass seemed just the tiniest bit bigger than the day before.

And when I touched her, each passing moment seemed to bring another hint of the life growing inside of her.

On my toes, I crept forward until my cock slid up against her lower back.

“Alex!” she squealed, giggling as she threw her arms back and around my neck. “I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

Her tits felt amazing through my t-shirt, perky and free without a bra.

“Then you should have stayed in bed…”

I dropped to my knees, lifting her shirt to kiss down her spine as I licked her from the top of her crack until I was eating her delicious pussy like pancakes.

“Oh…” she cooed, still trying to focus on breakfast. “You’re gonna make me burn the bacon. Wait, are those my panties in your hand?”

My right hand wrapped around her stomach, the fabric tangled in my prying fingers. “I could barely resist cumming on them when I woke up.”

“Don’t you dare waste your cum on my panties,” she snapped playfully.

“My thoughts exactly.”

Her sweet juices graced my tongue as if squeezed from the freshest fruit of Eden. She dropped the spatula and planted both hands on the counter, carefully to avoid the hot stove.

“Right there.” She was moaning so softly, as if there was still a need to hide in my home. I didn’t need to wait for her to tell me to finger her clit. At that point, I was becoming a master of pleasing her. My fingers slid over her, rubbing her softly through the black nylon in my hand.

“Give me that sweet syrup, baby,” I moaned into her.

Her body threw a fit, shaking violently as she came on my tongue and laughed hysterically at the same time.

“Oh my God! Stop. Stop!” she whimpered, unable to catch her breath. “You can’t make me laugh when I cum! I swear it feels like I’m going to die when you do that!”

I gave her butt a gentle smack as I stood up, turning her around so I could see that bright smile.

“You should have never let me discover your weakness,” I said, twirling my invisible mustache. “Funny orgasms are your kryptonite, my dear. And I plan on exploiting you for as many giggly cum faces as possible.”

“Oh, so it’s war, then?” Her eyes narrowed like a hunter’s. “Then you should have never let me discover your weakness, my love…”

Her fingers crawled down my sides like spiders, jabbing at my ribs and making me squirm and laugh as I tried to escape. “Not fair! Not fair!”

“Of course, it’s fair!” She chased me around the kitchen until I was trapped, pinned against the fridge and at the mercy of her torturous fingers. “What kind of man is ticklish, anyways?” she teased.

“A very sensitive, in tune with his feelings type of man,” I rebutted, completely aware that I could overpower her at any moment but too in love with the game we were playing to do so. “How dare you punish me for my sensitivity.”

“Aww, I would never.” Dani’s hands flowed down until her fingers slow danced around my cock. “That’s just one of the million things I love about you, baby. You should be rewarded for it.”

Now it was her turn for breakfast, and she gorged herself on my meat. The shirt finally came off as she licked and sucked with surgical precision, threatening to make me cum before I’d had the opportunity to send my cock into its proper home. Staring down at her, sitting on her toes completely naked on my kitchen floor, her moans vibrating against my shaft as she savored the taste of me—there’s simply no better way to start the day. Sorry, Folgers.

The smoke alarm rudely interrupted and caused Dani to yelp as she popped my member out of her mouth and ran to the stove. “The bacon!”

There was no saving it, charred and black and near the point of combustion. We couldn’t stop laughing as we both waved kitchen towels around in the haze of smoke, our naked bodies bouncing and knocking against each other.

Finally, we came together, abandoning our efforts once the alarm ceased, holding each other tight and rocking back and forth as we kissed. Her hips gravitated towards mine, rolling and crashing against me, begging for my cock with a single word.

“I’m sorry,” I said, lifting her onto the counter and lining up my cock with her lower lips. “Did I spoil you craving for bacon?”

“I’ve only got one craving, Alex, and you’ve got about two seconds to give it to me…”

Her mouth fell open as I teased her, only pushing the tip of my cock in and pulling back. It was torture for me too, but I loved to watch her face contort desperately as I pulled back.

“Please,” she begged, trying to drive her hips forward on the counter, her feet pressing against my back. “Please. Please. Please.”

When I could hold out no longer, I crept forward slowly and watched my cock disappear inside of her. She threw her arms out and around me, moaning into my ear as we wrapped our bodies together.

“Promise not to make me laugh this time?”

“Promise not to tickle me?”

We smiled at each other, saying in unison, “Deal.”

Our morning sex took us to the kitchen floor—the tile cold with the morning chill on my back—and she rode me until my cock was bulging and ready to explode.

“Cum for me, baby,” she huffed, my hands sliding wildly up and down her thighs. I gave her exactly what she wanted—craving fulfilled, for now.

But, we still needed a proper breakfast, and all of my bacon had been obliterated in the pan. I headed out to a local spot to grab us some breakfast burritos, reality poking us a bit as we realized that Dani should wait at my house. Anyone could see us together out in the real world.

Mike had gone off to Vegas with a few of his degenerate friends, apparently convinced that having a child calls for also having a second bachelor party. I’d been invited through a text that I hadn’t bothered to respond to.

We hadn’t spoken a word to each other since that night at my parent’s house.

When my mother had called me the next day to ask why I’d stormed off, I had to pretend to be concerned about the state my *niece* or *nephew* would grow up in. My mom brushed the entire conversation off—she didn’t do confrontation.

But that was fine with me. There was no niece. There would never be any nephew of mine born from Dani’s womb. There was only my child, and someday everyone was going to have to face that fact.

Mike’s trip to sin city gave Dani and me a few days to enjoy what our life would be like once this was all over. She’d only been staying at my house for a day so far, but we were already so comfortable sharing the space. I’d never realized how empty my home had felt until I shared it with her.

We were able to forget about our secret for a while.

Both of us were hoping that Mike would do something so stupid in Vegas that it would give Dani a reason to leave him—not that she didn’t have good enough reason already, but a reason that would be outwardly visible to our loved ones. I’d say the odds of that happening were far better than his at the roulette wheel. We were ready to leave all this behind; ready to start our family in some new corner of the world.

So, when I came back to the house and found Dani sitting at the dining room table, her face somehow paler than usual, I dropped the bag of burritos and rushed over to her.

“What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” I instinctually checked between her legs for blood. Wasn’t it too early for a miscarriage? “Dani, talk to me. What happened?”

“It’s Mike,” she muttered, tears falling down her face. “He’s in the hospital.”

A million scenarios of what had happened to Mike ran through my mind, and all I could focus on was the fact that he’d ruined our precious time together. Maybe that was selfish, but I’d come to realize that I was a far more selfish person than I could ever imagined.

Whatever had happened, it was sure to be typical Mike behavior; typical that I would have to interrupt my life to deal with his bullshit.

Maybe I’d get lucky and he’d just fucking die this time.

And maybe I’m the real bastard for feeling that way…

“Alex, we need to get to Vegas.”

______
***New Chapters Posted Daily…***

***Thank you all for your feedback, and I hope you’re still enjoying the story!***

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sy3tn7/my_brothers_wife_part_10mfcheatcon