Here’s a fictional one that I wrote for your enjoyment:
My wife and I have had a happy marriage. We have what many would call an…unusual…arrangement that started 9 years ago that we keep secret from my identical twin brother.
First of all, let’s be clear. My brother is a jerk. He’s a high-stakes business man that owns several companies and was making millions before he turned 27. He’s also selfish, rude, and conceited. He’s never had a successful, long-term relationship because he treats his girlfriends so poorly.
I, on the other hand, have always tried to be kind and gentle toward others. My wife and I met while I was in a master’s program. She was and still is the best wife a man could hope for. We married once we graduated.
After we got married, my twin brother felt he needed a wife also. But, like the weirdo that he is, he hired a matchmaking service that paired him with women from Latvia in eastern Europe. We were shocked when, after visiting Latvia for only 3 weeks, he came home with a fiance and announced that they would be married in just 3 months.
At first, my wife and I were appalled, but then we got to know her better and we fell in love with her. Her name is Anna and she is so sweet. She was an orphan that was never adopted, but studied hard in the orphanage and went college and study English. She speaks as well as an American, but just with a slight accent. She is so kind and thoughtful–not even slightly selfish or entitled.
She is also fucking gorgeous, but she doesn’t even act like she understands how beautiful she was. She is thin, tall, and has a flat tummy. Her breasts are large and firm. She rarely wears a bra around the house and likes to wear spaghetti string tops that let her nipples poke out and her cleavage show. Her legs are long and toned and her hips were just a little curvy. She has long, silky brown hair and a perfect smile.
I thought my wife would be jealous of her and want me to stay away from her, but, on the contrary, she became her best friend. My wife would spend long afternoons and evenings to introduce her to America and to go shopping. This happened, like, 3 times a week, every week, since she arrived. They were inseperable.
After the wedding, my brother started his normal routine again of taking long business trips and working late nights on the days. After a few months, my wife told me that Anna was getting really depressed. “She told me that the sex has been awful. He never even tries to give her an orgasm, but he expects her to give him blow jobs and creampies on demand. It’s not even exciting in a playful, domination type of sexual relationship. He just expects her to do it, then gets angry when she doesn’t meet his expectations.” I told her I thought that was really messed up.
This went on for over a year. During the day, Anna would hang out at our house. My wife and I both had jobs where we worked from home. We always had lunch together. Over time, Anna started to flirt with me. She would tell me how I was the more handsome brother, which is funny because we’re pretty much exactly the same. She liked to find excuses to touch me–little things like patting me on the back after I helped her with something. She would always give me long hugs to say goodbye. It seemed like she even found excuses to bend over in front of me, which, if she were wearing a loose fitting top, would show me her bare breasts down to her pale nipples.
I thought my wife would be offended, but she actually seemed to like it. “Did you see the way she came onto you? I’ve got a hot husband!” It usually made my wife want to have sex with me after Anna left. Over time, my wife even started encouraging the flirting. It became a running joke that I was just so attractive that Anna couldn’t help but feel my muscles when we hugged. But, I always interpreted it as only a joke and that my wife didn’t really want me to return the flirting with Anna.
Once, my wife was telling Anna how good of a kisser I am. Anna said that my brother wasn’t a bad kisser, but that she had never kissed another man before. My wife and I were shocked. She was a virgin before she was married? Not even kissed? Then, my wife surprised me and suggested that I should kiss Anna to “show her what it was like.” I turned as red as a stop sign and we all started laughing so hard, a deep belly laugh that made it hard to breathe. After the laughter died down my wife approached my seductively and we all got quiet. She wrapped her arms around my back and kissed me sensually. I grabbed her waist and kissed her back, rubbing my hands on her ass. She grabbed one of my hands and moved it to her breast. I broke off the kiss because I was embarrassed that Anna was watching.
My wife was breathing hard. “See, that’s what I was talking about, Anna.”
She then grabbed my hand and led me toward Anna and said, “Babe, I dare you. Just show her what it feels like.”
Anna and I were so embarrased, but my wife squeezed us together in a big group hug. Anna’s breasts pressed against my chest and her cleavage lifted out of her top. My wife stepped back.
At this moment, I accepted the challenge. With both hands, I slid my fingers into the silky hair behind Anna’s head and squeezed her upper arms with my elbows. I then very slowly moved my lips closer to hers. It was slowly enough that we could feel each other’s breath before our lips touched. Her lips were we so soft. After softly kissing her lips, I smoothly slid my lips to kiss her cheek, then her ear. I let her smell my cologne and felt her melt in my arms. Then, I slid my lips back to her lips and we kissed again, this time more passionately.
At that point, my wife grabbed my hand behind my head, then moved it to Anna’s lower back. I pulled her close to me–her full body was pressed against mine. I lifted one leg slightly so that my thigh nestled in her crotch. My wife grabbed my other hand and tried to move it to Anna’s ass.
I broke away from kiss and my wife said, “See Anna! That is what I was talking about!” We all started laughing again. “If you think that was good, you should see his cock!” We were rolling on the floor. Anna was blushing, but staring at me deeply.
After about 30 minutes, it was time for Anna to leave. As soon as the door closed, my wife locked the door and ripped her shirt off, exposing her beautiful tits. “You’re mine, Romeo!” she said and she pushed me onto the couch, tugging at my shirt.
She didn’t want foreplay, she wanted hardcore sex–right now. As fast as she could, she pulled off my shirt and pants and slid her own pants off her legs. With me sitting on the couch, she lept onto me and slid my long hard dick into her pussy.
“Babe,” I asked, “Don’t you want me to get a condom?”
She kept bouncing and grinding on my dick while her boobs jiggled in front of my face. “I know that you like it better without condoms, so just do it and don’t argue.”
She and I both started moaning. I couldn’t believe how wild she was. I grabbed her ass and started pulling her crotch toward mine at the same rhythm she was thrusting. Her cunt was so open and wet that I felt my cock as deep as it had ever gone. She moaned in pleasure when I pressed her in–balls deep–and let her grind on me.
I felt some animal instincts inside of me well up that I had never felt before. Pulling my cock out, I lifted her into the air and she wrapped her body around mine. I carried her like that up the stairs and into the bedroom, then laid her on the bed.
She opened her legs to me and crunched her upper body up in a half-sit-up position that made her breasts hang in a perfect cupping shape. Without hesitation, I pounced on her and my cock slid in like butter because she was so wet.
I wrapped my arms around her body and hugged her so that her breasts pressed against my chest. I kept thrusting her firmly, putting just enough pressure on each thrust that she moaned when my crotch pressed against her clit. Her hands slid up and down the strong muscles on my back. We started making out while we made love. She wrapped her legs around my body and pulled me it tight.
I didn’t want it to end, it felt so go. She said she didn’t want it to end either. We did fucked like that for about five minutes, both of us on the edge of cumming. Her breathing got faster and deeper and right before she orgasmed, moaning so loudly that I thought the neighbors would hear, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t help but cum in that moment with her legs hugging me in tight.
We kissed each other for another few minutes, and she was absolutely glowing. After I started to go limp, I pulled out. Even though I knew I had shot ropes of cum deep inside of her, surprisingly little spilled out. It almost didn’t surprise me because I could tell that her pussy had opened up deep inside, like it was trying to absorb my cum.
She laid there, on her back, for about 10 minutes. I started kissing her boobs and she giggle and moaned again.
She broke the silence, “after a good fuck like that, what else could we do tonight that wouldn’t be unbearably boring?”
We both paused for a moment, the I said, “I’m taking a shower.”
“I’m coming with you,” she said. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other in the shower. While kissing her breasts, I gave her a hand job and she orgasmed in the hot steamy water. After we cleaned off, she laid me on the carpet and gave me a slow, sloppy blowjob. It took me a lot longer to cum than the first time, and she got impatient. She squatted on top of me, sliding my dick inside her, then started bouncing. She started begging me to cum in her again. She had me pinned down and wouldn’t stop until I ejaculated deep in her again. We we locked eyes during my whole orgasm. She was smiling so brightly. Pure esctasy!
About 2 weeks later, she missed her period and we knew she was pregnant. Anna was the first one to know. She was so happy for us, but I could tell she was jealous in a supportive kind of way. I did not suspect that the circumstances would evolve in the next few weeks and that Anna would soon be my second lover, but I’ll tell that story in another post.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w3z3dk/my_latvian_sisterinlaw_part_1_mf
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