I found her cum stained panties in the dirty laundry. They were still wet and gooey, and that could only mean one thing. My wife had fucked my younger brother. They were at the store buying supplies for the weekend and had just returned. She must have ditched the panties in the hamper when she went to pee.
I don’t really blame my brother. After all, my wife is 105 pounds of pure sex poured into a 5’2″ frame. Her tits stretch the limits of the T-shirts and halters she wears and are firm enough to hold their shape nicely when she goes braless. She has a small waist and full hips with strong but shapely thighs and an ass to die for. In a pair of tight shorts and a low cut halter Joanne is a walking wet dream.
It is not just her body that is sexy. She has curly blond hair that falls over her shoulders, green eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, full lips, white teeth and a small upturned nose. She loves to flirt and has a natural “I want to fuck” look in her eyes. My bother, being only 18, did not have a chance.
I can visualize how it must have happened. Joanne pulled off the road after flirting shamelessly until he was drooling with lust for her hot body. She had on the same sexy short skirt and tight top that she wore to work. She climbed into his lap and told him how she needed his cock inside her that very second or she was going to die. She often used the same words with me. She didn’t even take off her panties.
I knew Joanne was a sexual powder keg when we married, but I was willing to take the risk. She was by far the hottest fuck I had ever experienced, and that included some pretty wild parties in college. I knew I couldn’t keep her caged, but figured that what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me as long as she really loved me. She would be discreet.
Finding her cum stained panties was a revelation. I was so turned on by the thought of Joanne riding my brother’s cock that I fucked her three times that night and once the next morning. I decided that if she was going to fuck other men, and she was, then I was going to be part of it. First, however, I was going to have some fun.
Friday night I invited five friends over for poker. They were all single and young. I asked Joanne to dress like a whore so that their concentration would be diverted from the cards. Being a natural flirt and exhibitionist, she gladly obliged. We were sitting at the table cutting for deal when she walked into the room. My jaw dropped.
Joanne wore a tight leather skirt that was so tiny you could see her ass cheeks without much effort. The top was a red low cut halter that barely covered her braless nipples and was stretched so tight that her tits were practically molded into the material. She wore bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow. Long heels lifted her short frame and accentuated the swell of her shapely ass. Her perfume was thick like that of a whore.
“Hello boys. I bought some goodies for you to nibble on.”
She spread some chips and salsa around the table taking care to rub against each of the players and flash her tits when she bent over. Each time she turned back to the bar to get another bowl, she bent over far enough for the skirt to ride up her naked ass cheeks exposed by the skimpy thong she was wearing. The other players did a poor job of pretending not to stare.