How I started having an affair with my brother in law

Tony kissed me goodbye at the airport, his strong arms wrapping around my waist one last time before he boarded the plane for his deployment.

'I'll be back before you know it, babe,' he whispered, his lips brushing mine. I nodded, fighting back tears, watching his broad back disappear through security. That was three weeks ago, and the house felt so empty without him. I am just a newly married woman at twenty two. I had no idea being a military wife could turn out this way. No more late-night fucks where he'd pin me to the bed and pound my pussy until I screamed his name. No more waking up to his morning wood sliding between my thighs. I was climbing the walls with horniness, my pussy aching constantly, fingers not cutting it no matter how hard I rubbed my clit. Even the video calls were rationed.

Brad started stopping by a couple times a week. Tony's older brother, also in the military. He lived a few minutes walk from my house and was built like a tank with those same dark eyes and buzzed hair. Married to sweet Lisa, who was kind to me and explained all the intricacies of being a military wife. Both of them were in their early thirties, they were so kind, visiting regularly, bringing groceries, talking to me. Tony obviously did the hard work, my favorite was when he was mowing the lawn shirtless in the summer heat, sweat glistening on his ripped abs.

'Can't have my brother's girl struggling alone,' he'd say with that easy grin, clapping my shoulder before they left.

Every time he left, my body betrayed me. Today was no different. He swung by after his shift alone as he sometimes does, toolbox in hand, to check the garage door opener. I watched from the kitchen window as he bent over, jeans hugging his tight ass, muscles flexing under his tight t-shirt. My nipples hardened instantly, pussy clenching with need.

'Thanks so much, Brad,' I called out when he was done, handing him a cold beer. Our fingers brushed, and heat shot straight to my core. He lingered on the porch, chatting about Tony, how he missed his brother too. I nodded, thighs squeezing together under my short sundress, imagining those big hands on me instead.

As soon as his truck rumbled away, I bolted for the bathroom, locking the door. Panties soaked, I hiked up my dress and yanked them down, kicking them aside. Leaning against the sink, I spread my legs wide, staring at my reflection—flushed cheeks, heavy tits straining my bra. My fingers dove between my slick folds, rubbing my swollen clit in frantic circles.

'Fuck, Brad,' I gasped, eyes squeezing shut. In my mind, he was there, shoving me against the wall, ripping my dress open to suck my hard nipples while his thick cock ground against my thigh.

I plunged two fingers into my dripping pussy, pumping hard, imagining it was Brad's dick stretching me. 'Yes, take it, you horny little slut,' his voice growled in my fantasy, just like Tony's but rougher. I pinched my nipple through my bra, hips bucking as I finger-fucked myself faster, thumb mashing my clit. Juices coated my hand, the wet squelch echoing off the tiles.

My orgasm hit like a freight train, pussy spasming around my fingers, thighs quivering as I moaned his name. 'Brad! Fuck me!' Waves of pleasure crashed over me, but it wasn't enough. I slumped against the sink, panting, still throbbing. I needed his cock slamming into me, balls slapping my ass, filling me with hot cum.

The days blurred into a haze of restless nights, my body screaming for release that my fingers couldn't satisfy. Tony's calls were too short, too vanilla—no way to scratch the itch in my young body.Tonight, past midnight, I lay in bed, sheets twisted around my legs, pussy throbbing as I replayed his shirtless lawn-mowing in my head. Enough. I grabbed my phone, heart pounding, and dialed him.

'Brad? Oh God, there's someone in the house,' I whispered, voice shaky on purpose, adding a fake sob. 'I heard noises downstairs. Please come, I'm scared.' He was there in minutes, truck lights cutting through the dark as he pulled up. I peeked through the curtains, watching his massive frame leap out, gun from his nightstand holstered at his hip.

He burst through the front door I'd left unlocked, flashlight sweeping the living room, kitchen, every shadow. 'Stay back, I've got you,' he called up the stairs. I huddled under the covers, peeking out as he cleared the house room by room, muscles tense under his tank top and sweats. No intruder, of course. He climbed the stairs, face set in concern. 'All clear, nothing here. Probably just the wind or a raccoon.'

I flung the covers off, wearing only a thin tank top and panties, nipples poking through the fabric. 'I was so terrified,' I whimpered, throwing my arms around him. His body went rigid against mine, then softened, big hands patting my back. 'Hey, it's okay. You're safe now.' The scent of him—clean soap and man—hit me like a drug. My tits pressed into his chest, pussy flooding as his arms lingered.

'Stay a bit? I can't sleep now,' I murmured, pulling him toward the bed. He hesitated, glancing at the door. 'Lisa will need worried. Just till you calm down.' We sat on the edge, his thigh brushing mine. I leaned into him, hand on his knee. 'Thanks for always being here for me.' Our eyes locked. His gaze dropped to my cleavage, Adam's apple bobbing.

I shifted, 'accidentally' straddling his lap to hug him tighter. 'Whoa—' he started, but his hands gripped my hips, cock hardening under the thin sweats, pressing right against my soaked panties. 'Fuck, we can't,' he groaned, but didn't push me off. I ground down, feeling his thick shaft twitch. 'Just help me relax, Brad. Please.' My lips crashed into his, tongue shoving in desperate.

He growled, flipping me onto my back, yanking my tank top up to expose my heavy tits. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing as his hand shoved my panties aside. Fingers plunged into my dripping cunt, three thick ones stretching me wide, pumping fast. 'Fuck you're soaked,' he rasped, thumb circling my clit. I bucked up, clawing his shoulders. 'Fuck me, Brad. Need your cock now.'

He stripped in seconds, massive dick springing free—almost like Tony's, long, veined and fat though this one was uncircumcised. He shoved my legs apart, slamming balls-deep in one thrust. My pussy clenched around him, walls gripping his girth as he pounded relentlessly.

'Take it, you needy slut,' he grunted, hips snapping, bedframe slamming the wall. I wrapped legs around his waist, heels digging his ass, urging deeper. I moaned endlessly. My dream had come true. As Brad fucked me, I praised his dick. I said how much I liked his cock. And how much I always lusted after him. It turned him on and he fucked me much harder

He flipped me to all fours, slapping my ass hard, red handprints blooming. His cock speared my cunt from behind, balls smacking my clit with every brutal drive. I shoved back, tits swinging, moaning like a whore. 'Harder! Fuck me Brad!' He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, railing me faster, sweat dripping onto my back. Fingers found my asshole, pushing in to the knuckle, double-penetrating as he hammered away.

My orgasm ripped through me first, pussy squirting around his pistoning shaft, soaking the sheets. 'Cumming! Don't stop!' He roared, thrusts erratic, then buried deep, cock pulsing as ropes of hot cum flooded my womb. Spurt after thick spurt, filling me to overflowing, his balls emptying inside.

We collapsed, panting, his softening dick slipping out with a gush of our mixed juices. Reality crashed in. He sat up, face pale. 'Shit, I'm sorry. That was wrong—You are Tony's wife... Lisa... fuck.' He scrubbed his face, grabbing clothes. 'Won't happen again.' But as he dressed, I touched his arm, cum leaking down my thigh, already wanting more.

The next weeks Brad avoided me like a plague. Whenever we had to meet, he treated me much colder. Even Lisa admonished him. One day as I took coffee at their place. I "accidentally" mentioned that I was learning online on how to fix leaky faucets because there was one in the house. Lisa was so mad and Brad had to agree to come and fix it for me so that I don't turn into a masculine woman by the time Tony comes back.

The next morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as I sipped coffee, thighs sticky from my dripping wetness. My phone buzzed—his text: 'Coming by to fix that leaky faucet you mentioned. Be there soon.' Perfect. Heart racing, I watched from the window as his truck pulled into the driveway. No time to waste. I yanked off my robe, then my tank and thong, kicking them aside. Naked, skin prickling in the cool air, nipples hardening, I stood in the living room, pussy already swelling with anticipation.

Door opened, keys jingling. Brad stepped in, toolbox in hand, eyes widening as they locked on my bare body. 'What the—?' His jaw dropped, gaze raking over my tits, down to my shaved mound glistening with fresh arousal. He froze, door clicking shut behind him.

I dropped to my knees before he could speak, hands fumbling his belt open, zipper down. His sweats tented instantly, thick cock straining. 'Lisa—fuck, we can't—' he stammered, but I tugged his pants and boxers to his ankles, his heavy shaft springing free, half-hard and thickening fast. Veins pulsed along the length, head flaring purple. I wrapped my lips around the tip, tongue swirling the slit, tasting salty pre-cum. He groaned, hands fisting at his sides as I sucked deeper, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing to take more.

'Take all of it cocksucker,' he rasped, fingers threading into my hair, hips jerking forward. I bobbed fast, slurping noisily, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Saliva dripped down his sack as I deepthroated him, nose burying in his pubes, gagging wetly. His control snapped; he gripped my head, fucking my mouth with short thrusts, balls slapping my chin. 'You're such a cock-hungry slut,' he growled, eyes dark with lust.

He hauled me up by the arms, mouth crashing into mine, tongue plunging deep as he backed us toward the couch. My ass hit the cushions first; he shoved me down, spreading my thighs wide. His face dove between my legs, hot breath on my clit before his tongue lashed it, flat and firm. I cried out, fingers clawing the fabric as he sucked my folds into his mouth, lips sealing around my hole to slurp my juices. Two fingers rammed inside, curling to hit my G-spot, pumping hard while his teeth nipped my swollen nub.

Waves built fast; I came on his tongue, thighs clamping his head, squirting into his mouth. He drank it down, humming vibrations against me, not stopping.

'Tony's gone, and I'm horny,' I gasped, grinding up. 'I'm on the pill, so fill me up. Need your cum deep.' His eyes flashed; he reared up, cock rigid and slick from my spit. He notched the head at my entrance, slamming home in one brutal shove. My walls stretched around his girth, clenching greedily as he bottomed out, balls against my ass.

'Your pussy is so good. ,' he confessed with his eyes closed. His cock in my cunt but he had not began thrusting. His voice muffled. 'But my sex life sucks, Lisa gives me pussy only once or twice a week'

He pinned my wrists above my head. He started pounding relentlessly, couch creaking under us. 'Take every inch, you cheating whore.' Each thrust drove his cockhead into my cervix, sparks exploding. I came again quick, pussy spasming, milking him as I wailed. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up, re-entering from behind. Slaps echoed as his palm cracked my ass cheeks, reddening them while he drilled deeper.

'Harder! Own my cunt!' Third orgasm hit as he reached around, pinching my clit, my body shaking, juices puddling beneath. Sweat-slicked, he flipped me back, legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. His pace turned savage, grunts animalistic. 'Gonna flood you.' I shattered a fourth time, vision blurring, nails raking his back.

He buried deep, cock throbbing, unleashing torrent after torrent of thick seed straight into my womb. Pulses jetted hot, overflowing as he ground against me, ensuring every drop stayed buried. We panted, locked together, his weight comforting. No apologies this time—just a slow grin as he kissed me.

'I will take care of you till Tony comes.' Our affair ignited right there on that couch, Tony's absence fueling endless, raw fucks.