A Family Affair Ch. 03

Author's note:

This is a cuckold story. The first two chapters chronicle the journey of how a young couple might harbor fantasies of the husband being cuckolded. This chapter details how an alpha male might take advantage of that. If you don't like cuckolding stories, this chapter is definitely not for you.

It was just at the beginning of the fall of that first year in Atlanta that my phone rang on a Friday afternoon.

It was Paul.

That was pretty unexpected. He and I almost never talked to each other on the phone. I figured if he was calling me, it probably had to be important, however, so I answered it.

"Hello," I answered.

"Hey Timmy, what's up, bro?"

I wanted to remind him that I didn't like being called Timmy, but I suspected that would only encourage him to call me Timmy even more.

"Not much," I replied, "just trying to get some work done."

"How's Atlanta treating you?" He asked.

"It's okay," I said. "The heat and humidity are taking some getting used to, though."

"I'll bet they are," he said and then paused for a moment. "Listen, I know you are at work, so let me get straight to the point. One of our firm's best clients has a son going to Georgia Tech who's gotten himself into some serious legal troubles and the DA isn't interested in making any deals, so it looks like it's going to trial. The firm wants me to be there to work with the local legal team, so I am going to be in Atlanta for a while."

"Cool," I said, "we should definitely get together while you are here."

"Yeah, so here's the thing," he said. "I have no idea how long I am going to be there. We could end up working a deal and be done in a few days, or it could end up taking weeks. I hate staying in hotels for more than a few nights, and the firm hates signing a long-term rate at an extended stay place when we could wrap it all up in a couple of days, so I was thinking..."

I wasn't entirely sure where he was going with all this, but I had an idea and I wasn't sure I cared for it.

"Mom said you're leasing a house there and saving money to buy a place?"

"Yeah, that's the current plan," I replied.

"I looked up the address, and you are only twenty minutes away from the law firm that's handling the case. It's a little further to the courthouse, but still manageable."

"And so ...," I replied tentatively, getting a really good sense of where this was going.

"And so, I was wondering if you guys have a spare room in the place you are leasing?"

"I ... ummm ... well ... I mean, it's a 3-bedroom home, but it's a bit small, and not that nice," I responded tentatively, thinking about how little I wanted to be around Paul for an extended period of time.

"So, hear me out," he went on. "The firm said they would be willing to pay you the weekly rate at an extended stay suite, which would be $750 per week. They are also paying me $60 a day per diem, which I would split with you to cover food costs. So, you could pick up about $1000 a week for however long I stay there, which would help you save for that down payment, and it would help me because I wouldn't be stuck in an extended stay suite all by myself. Seems like we both win in this deal, don't you think?"

"I ... uhhh ... I don't know," I said. "We don't even have a bed in either of the spare rooms."

"I would take care of that, no problem. It could be my house warming gift to you. Listen, I get it, it's a lot to think about, and you'll need to talk it over with Jackie, of course, but maybe you could talk it over this weekend and let me know on Monday?"

"Ummm ... okay," I stammered, "sure."

"Listen bro, I gotta go, but talk it over, see what you think. If you're not comfortable doing it, no worries, but I think it could work out great for both of us."

"We'll think about it," I said.

"Great, thanks. Good to talk to you."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Tim," Jackie said to me later, over dinner.

"But it will add quite a bit of money into our savings for a down payment," I argued.

She stared at me with an intensity that was almost frightening.

"For fuck's sake, Tim," she said sharply. "Stop it. This isn't about the money and you know it. When are you going to stop pretending like you don't know what's really going on here?"

She was right, of course. Even though we had become much more open in talking about the desires that Paul had set in motion over a year ago, I was still not comfortable bringing up the reality of the situation. Bringing Paul into our house was at the very least going to ramp up the intensity of these fantasies we had been playing with. There was a non-zero probability that this could end up with Jackie fucking Paul. Of course, Jackie would want to address those possibilities instead of being focused on the extra money it would bring us.

I relaxed and took a deep breath, steadying my nerves for the conversation we really needed to have.

"You're right," I said, "we need to talk about what it would mean to invite him into our house."

"And what do you think it would mean, Tim?"

I shrugged.

"I am not sure. I suspect it would be pretty intense, given all that has happened in the past year."

"You suspect it would? That's as far as you'll go? Look, Tim, I have been totally clear and totally honest with you since we started all this. You know all about Mark. You know that my time with Mark was absolutely incredible. The sex was unlike anything else I have ever had. But it was more than just the sex. He took control of me, and I loved it. He taught me all about a side of me I barely knew existed until I met him, but became nearly irresistible once I discovered it. You once asked me what I would have done that first fall we were together if Mark hadn't moved away. I said I wasn't sure, but the truth is, I don't think I was capable of resisting him."

"So, what are you trying to say, Jackie?" I asked.

"You know I miss the things that Mark could do to me. You know he held a control over me that I craved - that I still crave. And you know that Paul reminds me of Mark in so many ways. We both know he wouldn't have any compunction about fucking me, and we both know that while he isn't as polished as Mark, he is likely to be even more aggressive, not less. So, what I am saying is this. Imagine I was addicted to cocaine, but had been sober for a few years. Now imagine that for the last year, you had me tell you all the stories about all the fun I had while using cocaine, and describe to you the euphoria of taking it in explicit detail. Then imagine you purchased cocaine and made a line of it on the table in front of me and said you thought it would be pretty intense. What exactly would you expect the outcome of that to be, Tim?"

I sat there in silence, contemplating what she had said. Once again, she was right, and completely to the point.

"It wasn't meant to be a rhetorical question, Tim. I want you to answer it."

"I... I would expect that you would... umm... want to snort the cocaine."

"Of course, I fucking would, Tim, which is the whole point. I would have to assume that if you bought cocaine and put a line of it in front of me, after all that time you spent encouraging me to tell you how great it was, that you wanted me to do the cocaine. You would agree that was a reasonable assumption, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I said quietly. She definitely had a way of cutting through all the bullshit.

"So, what do you think the message to me is if you invite Paul to live in our home?"

"That I want something to happen?"

"Here we go again, Tim. I am not going to let you off that easy. You don't get to just say that you would want 'something' to happen. Be specific, Tim. Use the real words. What is the 'something' you would want to happen if you invite him into our home?"

"That I would want him to... to... fuck you." I finally admitted.

"Okay," she said with a smile, the first she had given me since we started all of this. "Now we are getting somewhere. This isn't about the money, Tim, although I certainly wouldn't mind the extra cash in our savings account. This is about the expectation we would both have if we invite Paul into our home. I am telling you right now, if Paul is even half as good at taking charge as Mark is, I will find it very hard to resist giving into him. It is an intense desire deep inside of me, Tim, and you have encouraged it for a year now. That desire is poised and ready to pounce if given the opportunity, and we both know that Paul is a prime candidate for seizing that opportunity."

"So, you want me to tell him no, then?" I asked.

"I didn't say that, Tim. I want you to understand that the implications of telling him yes go way beyond the thousand dollars a week we could make. I am telling you how I will interpret that decision. If you invite him into our home, I will naturally assume that either you believe you can keep him from fucking me, or you are okay with it if he does. It's what you must consider before you make your decision."

"My decision? I thought this was our decision to make."

"It is. And I am deciding to let you choose what you want. I am putting all my cards on the table first, Tim. I am letting you know what the consequences of you telling him yes might be, and what I think they almost certainly will be. If you are okay with those consequences, then I am okay with you inviting Paul to come and stay with us."

"Do you want him to come and stay?" I asked.

"I didn't say that either, Tim. I have been very upfront with you. I have explained my feelings in a way that I believe was very unambiguous. Would you agree that I have been unambiguous, Tim?"

"Yes, I think you have been very clear," I agreed.

"Then I think you have all the information you need to make the decision. I trust you to weigh the consequences and chose what you want to have happen, then be willing to accept those consequences afterwards. But let me warn you. There are very few things you can do that I believe will make me stop loving you. Being upset with me for consequences you chose to accept is likely going to be one of them. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand."

It all happened so fast that I could barely believe it possible. I guess I imagined in my head that since it had taken so long for us to get to the point we were at when Paul called, that things would continue to move slowly once Paul arrived. I think I assumed that I could apply the brakes when I felt they were needed, or even reverse course if I needed to.

By the time Paul arrived in Atlanta three weeks later, the momentum had become a runaway train and my only hope to slow it down was for Paul to not understand that he could be the one to benefit from it.

The sex between Jackie and I had increased in intensity once again as soon as I let her know that I had invited Paul to stay with us. She frequently told me all about the things she did with Mark after she and I started dating, stories she had mostly avoided up to that point.

We were both incredibly nervous and incredibly excited when the Friday arrived and we made the trip to Hartsfield to pick Paul up. Jackie was wearing a tight pair of leggings which showed off her amazing legs and ass, and a tight, short-sleeved T-shirt which emphasized the fact that she, as usual, was braless. She looked incredible, but then she always looked incredible, so I'd kind of become used to it.

We parked the car, headed inside, found out what baggage claim his flight was using and then found ourselves waiting there for him when he stepped out from the security exit.

"Timmy!" he said enthusiastically to me, stepping up to shake my hand, and give me a side hug. I once again swallowed the urge to ask him not to call me that.

"Paul, good to see you," I said. "How was the flight?"

He didn't answer my question though because as I stepped back, Jackie stepped up and gave him a big hug.

"It's really good to see you Paul," she said.

"Nowhere near as good as it is to see you," he replied.

The hug was pretty unremarkable, exactly the type of hug you'd expect family or good friends to make at an airport. But the simple fact that Jackie offered him a hug in the first place was quite surprising. It was the first time since our wedding that she had done more than gingerly accept a handshake.

The hug also lasted longer than was customary for a friendly hug. Not so long as to feel terribly awkward, but definitely noticeably longer than normal.

I don't know if I imagined it or not, but when she stepped away from that hug, it seemed to me that her nipples were more noticeable in the front of her t-shirt.

As I've mentioned already, Jackie seldom wears a bra. Depending on what she is wearing, her nipples can range from barely noticeable, to completely obvious. When she wore a tight T-shirt, like she was that evening, they were completely obvious to anyone who dared to look. I don't think she was oblivious to that fact. I think she knew it, and had planned it on purpose.

I could see that Paul wasn't going to try to hide the fact that he was enjoying the sight of her nipples in that T-shirt. I suspected he noticed that they had become more pronounced after she gave him that hug. He looked up at her and smiled, seemingly letting her know that he noticed her display, then looked at me to finally answer my question.

"Flight was good," Paul eventually said, "but I am really hungry. Can we stop and get something to eat? My treat since I'm already on per diem?"

"Hell yes," Jackie responded quickly and enthusiastically. "I'm starving."

We were given a booth in the restaurant. I was on the inside of one side of the booth with Jackie next to me, and Paul sat directly across from her.

"So," Jackie started the conversation after we had all ordered, "how's Becky doing? Is she going to try to come down and stay with us while you are here?"

Paul sighed deeply.

"Becky and I broke up about a month ago," he admitted.

I'll admit that didn't surprise me in the least. I believe that the longest Paul had ever kept a girlfriend was around six months, and Becky was getting pretty close to that amount of time.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Jackie said sympathetically. "She seemed really nice."

"She is really nice ... and very entertaining in bed as well," Paul replied.

"I think that might have been TMI," I complained, but looking at Jackie, she didn't seem to care, she just smiled back at him.

"What?" Paul complained. "I know you two already know all about that anyway, after the cruise."

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to pretend like we hadn't heard them fucking next door to us.

Paul laughed.

"I heard you open the door into our room that first night," he said, smiling directly at Jackie, "while Becky and I were fucking. You wanted to hear her better, didn't you?"

"We were just... ummm...," I tried to make some sort of an excuse for opening that door other than the truth, but was struggling to come up with anything.

"Yes," Jackie responded softly to his question, interrupting me. "She certainly sounded like she was entertained."

I glanced down and noticed that Jackie's nipples were getting even larger, pressing out against the front of her T-shirt. Paul's eyes drifted down to notice the same thing, not even attempting to disguise the fact that he was checking her out.

"She was very entertained. They always are," Paul said as though it was the most natural thing in the world to tell his sister-in-law about his sexual prowess.

"So why did you two break up?" I jumped in, trying to focus on the fact that my brother couldn't keep the interest of women for very long, rather than the fact that he could make them scream all over his cock.

"Same thing as always," Paul said with a shrug, "I get bored eventually, and she realizes I am god awful to live with long term."

"I was hoping maybe she would be the one to finally tame you," Jackie replied.

Paul threw his head back and laughed quite loudly.

"I am not sure there is a woman who can tame me. The alpha doesn't get tamed. He does the taming."

"Until another alpha comes along to take his place," I countered.

"I haven't experienced that yet," Paul replied assuredly, without ever taking his eyes off of Jackie. "But I guess someday maybe it could happen."

He lifted his glass of beer and took a long drink, then set it down, looking directly at me and smirking in my direction before turning his attention back to Jackie, staring directly at her very pronounced nipples, making sizable mounds in the front of her T-shirt.

"You look absolutely fabulous tonight, Jacks," he said with a grin.

Jacks?

I had never heard anyone call her Jacks before. He had seemingly just invented a new nickname for her. It seemed to send a subtle message - that he was the one in control. I glanced over at Jackie, wondering what she thought of it. I noticed that she was blushing. That, combined with the obvious state of her nipples led both Paul and I to a rather inescapable conclusion. Jackie was incredibly turned on. His compliment wasn't terribly out of line, but it definitely pushed the bounds of propriety for a man to say to his sister-in-law, especially given the fact that it was said while he was openly starting at her chest.

They both glanced in my direction, I suspected to gauge my reaction. Jackie had let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she would be incredibly vulnerable should Paul prove himself even half as capable as Mark at exerting control over her. She told me that if anything were to happen, I would have to be the one to stop it. I knew she was looking to see if I was going to put a stop to where this conversation was heading.

I could see a little smirk on Paul's face as he glanced in my direction, as if daring me to tell him he was out of place. He was testing me, seeing if I would stop him from trying to seduce my wife.

There was no question in my mind that everything seemed to be moving too fast. We had only been with Paul for about an hour, and he was seemingly trying to make a move on Jackie already. But I had already accepted that this was a possibility when I invited Paul to stay with us. Jackie and I had been slowly building this fire for over a year. Paul was simply stoking the fire we had already started.

So, I simply smiled back at Paul and said nothing. I could see the formation of a sly smile on Jackie's face as she turned her attention back to Paul to respond to his compliment. I wondered if she would call him out for inventing such an unusual nickname for her.

"Thank you," she replied simply. "But I am not really even dressed up."

"I know," he replied, "that's what makes it even better. It isn't about the clothes, or the makeup, it is all about you, and you look absolutely fabulous."

Jackie and Paul both glanced in my direction briefly again. When I once again said nothing, their smiles broadened and then they looked back at each other, seemingly forgetting I was even there.

"I mean," Paul went on, "I love how comfortable you are with going without a bra."

That comment definitely pushed way beyond any normal propriety when talking to another man's wife. It wasn't unexpected, really. I think we both realized it would be only a matter of time before Paul would start to hit on Jackie. But I hadn't expected it to happen before we even got him to the house.

Again, sensing no objection from either of us, Paul continued.

"Most women aren't comfortable revealing the true size and shape of their breasts, or advertising the state of their nipples with such clarity."

As he said that, all three of us glanced down to assess the exact state of the aforementioned nipples. They were very pronounced, pressing her T-shirt out delectably.

"Men really appreciate women who are willing to be so bold, especially in such a public setting. You really do look fabulous, Jacks."

We could both clearly see that she was blushing, hard, in that moment.

"I ... ummm ... I ... thank you," Jackie stammered, clearly flustered by Paul's boldness. Paul looked hard in my direction and smiled broadly.

"Doesn't she look fabulous, Timmy?"

"Yes," I responded. By asking me to echo his compliment, it was almost as if he was getting me to acknowledge that he was the one leading the conversation and I was merely following along. "But she always looks fabulous."

I had added the last part to try to make it seem like I was capable of doing more than just echoing what he said, but it was a pretty weak attempt at wresting any sense of control back from him.

"You are right about that, little brother," he replied, turning his attention back to Jackie. "You want me to notice your nipples tonight, don't you Jacks? You could have picked a shirt where they would be less noticeable. But you didn't. You picked that shirt on purpose, didn't you?"

"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Paul was in complete control. He looked hard in my direction and raised his eyebrows at me. There was no question anymore what his intentions were. He was trying to seduce my wife, over dinner, right in front of me. He was daring me to stop him.

He smiled at me, a smile filled with evil intention, when I said nothing.

"So, tell me, Jacks," he went on, looking back at her, "are you going full commando, or do you have panties on? I didn't notice a panty line earlier."

I wondered if he added the last comment just to openly admit he'd been checking out her ass already.

"I ... no ... I mean, I do have panties on. It's just a thong, though, to avoid panty lines."

Jackie was clearly rattled, as I was, by how fast Paul was moving. But if there was one thing she had taught me in her stories about Mark, it was that she loved it when a man was bold and took control. She had slipped into the same mental space that she described in her stories about Mark. She was more than ready to submit, once again, to a handsome, strong, and powerful man, and Paul had definitely noticed.

"I want you to be fully commando. You will do that for me, yes?"

She looked down at the table.

"Yes," she said simply. She had submitted to him. Just like that. Paul had just become her new Mark.

"I'd like you to head into the bathroom, and remove those panties for me, then come back and set your panties out here on the table, so we can all see that you are naked underneath those leggings."

Jackie looked briefly at me, to see if I was going to put a stop to what was happening. But after our year of playing with this fire, I was in no more position to stop it than she was. My cock was just as hard in the front of my pants as her nipples were against her T-shirt. The anxiety of it all felt like a punch in the gut to me, but I was powerless to stop the arousal of watching all of Jackie's lurid stories about Mark come to fruition right in front of my eyes.

"Yes, sir," she said, looking back at Paul and standing up to leave us alone for a bit.

"That's a good girl," Paul said, instantly reinforcing himself as being in a position of power over her.

We watched her turn and walk away, clearly accepting her own submission to my brother as she was leaving to remove her panties as a gift to him.

"You know, Timmy," Paul said to me as Jackie walked away, "I had hoped this was the reason you were inviting me into your home. It didn't seem logical, after what happened between the three of us at the lake, that you wouldn't recognize the danger of me coming to live with you, so I convinced myself that your invitation meant you had chosen to embrace the danger. I knew it was possible I had misread the situation. I can't tell you how glad I am to see that I did not."

"I... ummm... I," I stammered. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't try to claim I didn't know what he was talking about. He had made his intentions very clear and had looked at me, daring me to stop him several times. I couldn't pretend that I didn't understand what was going on. I also didn't quite know how to describe to him that I wanted it to happen, that Jackie and I were addicted to this drug after a year of experimenting with it.

"Don't worry little brother," he said to me with a smile. "I have no desire to take your wife away from you when I leave to go back to Chicago. You can go back to your lives together again once I leave, although I suspect family reunions are going to be a lot more entertaining from now on."

I just sat there in silence. What was there to say to this? It seemed hard to imagine that the rivalry between the two of us would ever be the same again. Anything I might try to hold over him could always be met with 'remember that time I moved into your house to fuck your wife?'

The tension of the moment was broken when the waiter arrived with the food. As soon as he left, Jackie came back to the table, looking demure as she set her panties down on the table in front of Paul.

"Very nice, Jacks, very nice," he said before sliding over to free up the spot in the booth next to him. "Sit down here next to me."

Jackie looked at me briefly before casting her eyes down to the table. This would be a clear signal of the change in dynamic since we arrived at the restaurant. Jackie and I were a couple when we walked in. But with Jackie next to Paul, her panties on display on the table in front of her, it was clear that she now belonged to him. I had to think that even the waiter would recognize this whenever he came back to the table. The thought of that increased both my anxiety and my arousal.

"Yes, sir," Jackie responded quickly to his order before sitting down next to Paul. He put his arm possessively around her shoulder before looking across at me. "Why don't you slide her food over to this side, Timmy?"

He had gotten Jackie to demonstrate her acceptance of his control, and now he was asking me to demonstrate mine. He could have moved her plate over himself, or simply waited for Jackie to do it as she inevitably would want to eat her dinner, but he had asked me to do it. Sliding her plate over to her would be a symbol, as it were, of me giving my wife over to his control.

I swallowed hard, recognizing the significance of my action. As I was moving her plate over in front of her, Paul used his other hand to turn her face towards him, and then drew her in for a kiss.

Fuck!

It was a long, deep, passionate kiss, with their tongues chasing back and forth into each other's mouths. I could hear Jackie moan into that kiss, hungrily accepting my brother's affection right in front of me.

When they finally broke off the kiss, I could see the raw hunger in her eyes, her skin was flushed red, her nipples stood out hard against the front of her t-shirt, her breath was deep and ragged.

"Tell us, Jacks," Paul said to her, "what you want."

"I... I want...," she stammered, not from indecisiveness, but from her intense arousal making it harder for her to concentrate, "to give myself to you. I want you to take me... to own me... to make me yours."

This is what Mark had done to her. She missed it. Paul was the one who could make her feel that incredible desire again.

"Even though you are married to my brother?" Paul asked, looking directly at me with that domineering smirk. He was loving this overpowering victory over me.

"Yes," she replied, unable to look at me, but staring down at the table instead.

"I am guessing with how easily you submitted to me that you have done this before with another man?"

"Yes."

"And you miss it?"

"Desperately," she replied.

Then he looked directly at me.

"And I am guessing," he directed his comments towards me, "that since you have offered no objections here, that you know about this other man, and how much Jacks loved submitting to him?"

"Yes," I agreed, "she has told me all about it, to help explain that night at the lake."

"And hearing all about it turned you on, Timmy?"

I found it incredibly difficult to answer him. I sat there in silence.

He just chuckled.

"It's okay, you don't have to answer. We all know the answer."

And then he just started eating, as if nothing unusual were happening at the table at all.

"God I am starving," he said as he dug into the food in front of him.

Jackie and I just sat there for a little bit, consumed by the lust of the moment. We had been playing with this fantasy for quite some time. Mostly, it felt to me as though it was likely just an impossible fantasy that would never happen in real life. But it was happening, and we were both consumed by the lust that had been building since the night Jackie had first seen Paul naked.

Eventually Jackie looked at me and smiled.

"I guess this is really happening now, Timmy." she said to me, echoing the thoughts banging around in my head.

"Make sure you keep your eyes on the road, Timmy," Paul announced from the back seat as we pulled out from the parking lot of the restaurant. "Let's not get in an accident or get pulled over due to erratic driving."

Jackie was in the backseat with him while I was tasked with driving us home safely.

Just after I pulled onto the road, something landed on the passenger seat next to me. I glanced over and noticed it was Jackie's T-shirt.

I glanced in the rearview mirror briefly. It was dark and hard to see much, but I could see the tops of her bare shoulders and I could see that Paul was bent over and leaning in front of her body. From the moans escaping Jackie's lips, I was certain that he had his mouth on my wife's tits.

"Your tits are lovely, Jacks," Paul said to her. "Kind of small... but quite lovely. You ever thought about piercing your nipples?"

"Nnn... nnooo," she groaned as he feasted on those nipples, right in the backseat of our car as I drove us home.

I really wanted to see exactly what was happening, but it was dark enough it would have been hard, and I was certain that if I adjusted the rear-view mirror enough that I could use it to observe, I would be total shit as a driver and get us in an accident. I had to focus on driving us home in spite of what was happening in the back seat.

"But you would do it for me, of course, wouldn't you?" Paul asked.

"Yes... of course."

"God I am going to love owning this gorgeous wife of yours, Timmy," he said to me. "Such a well-trained little sub. I wish I had known about this earlier. All this time I could have been fucking your slut wife."

Jackie moaned again. Any thoughts I might have had about her concern over being called a slut wife were set aside. She was lost in her own fantasies of submission to a powerful man.

I tried to come up with some sort of response to this, but couldn't think of anything to say. I had pretty much always thought of Paul as my biggest rival in life. The fact that it was him in the backseat with my topless wife increased the intensity of the emotions I felt in the extreme. The anxiety of it all had my stomach tied up in knots. But there was no stopping the incredible wave of arousal that flooded through me, making the front of my pants incredibly tight and uncomfortable, and making it so it was all I could do to concentrate on driving and keep myself from looking back to watch what was happening.

A quick glance in the rear-view mirror informed me that Paul was sitting up straight and was now kissing Jackie passionately. I couldn't see it, but by the way she was moaning into the kiss, I suspected that his hands were exploring her tight, dancer's body, the body that I loved so much.

I heard some rustling, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. There was only one thing in the back of the car that had a zipper on it - Paul's pants. Jackie was finally going to get to see what his cock looked like hard.

There was more rustling, and then I heard Jackie gasp.

"Fuck!" she said loudly.

"Is it as big and you hoped it would get?" Paul asked her. The last time, at the beach, when she had seen his cock, it had been soft. She had asked how big it got when it got hard, but we had fled the scene when he suggested she come make it hard and find out. Obviously, she had just gotten the answer to her question on that beach.

"Bigger," she said. I could hear the surprise in her voice.

"Never had one this big, I take it?"

"No," she said breathlessly. "Close, but not like this."

That was quite a revelation. She had told me that Mark was really big. Apparently, Paul was even bigger. The thought of that sent a wave of emotions crashing through me. Jealousy, anxiety, fear, but most of all, intense arousal swept through me.

"Jesus," I whispered under my breath at the intensity of it all.

"The one who was close to this big," Paul questioned, "who was it?"

"Mark," Jackie answered. "He was a married man, old enough to be my father. We met my sophomore year of college."

"He was the one who taught you how to be a submissive?"

"Yes."

"You loved it didn't you, Jacks?"

"Yes."

"You miss it? That's why the two of you invited me to stay with you? You thought I could give you what Mark gave you?"

"Yes."

"And I will, Jacks. I most definitely will."

I noticed in the rearview mirror that he was guiding her head down into his lap.

"Suck it," he said to her simply.

And then he groaned.

And I knew.

My brother's cock was in my wife's mouth, while I drove the three of us to the house she and I shared. She had every intention of submitting to him, completely and totally, while he stayed at our house.

Fuck!

I had expected it would take days, or even weeks before anything like this happened, but Paul had his cock in Jackie's mouth in the backseat of our car within a couple of hours of landing in Atlanta.

I could hear the slurping sounds of her sucking his cock and could hear Paul's breathing change as he reveled in the pleasure of having his cock sucked.

"Fuck her mouth feels good, Timmy," Paul said to me from the backseat. "You know,

little brother, this reminds me of something I never told you about, but now that you're imagining what your wife looks like while sucking my cock, it seems like a good time to tell you."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"You remember Caroline?"

Caroline was a girl I had dated in high school. I dated her my entire Junior year, taking her to both homecoming and Junior Prom. We had broken up just before the end of the school year.

"Yes," I said. "Of course, I remember Caroline."

"I fucked her," he said simply. Then he moaned in pleasure as Jackie was still sucking his cock.

"What?" I asked. When would that have happened?

I heard Jackie moan loudly around Paul's cock. I thought I could hear extra noises, in addition to the sounds of cock sucking, coming from the backseat.

Paul interrupted the story he was telling to confirm to me what this new sound was.

"Damn this pussy is fucking drenched, Timmy," he announced to me, letting me know he was fingering my wife while she was sucking him, which explained Jackie's moans. "She's loving being turned into my little slut."

"Mmmmm, hmmmm," I heard Jackie moan loudly around his cock, agreeing with what he just said. This made Paul laugh out loud.

"You hear that, little brother? Your wife just admitted how much she loves being my dirty little slut, sucking my cock in the back seat, while I finger fuck her sloppy wet pussy, all while you act as our chauffeur. This night has turned out better than even my highest expectations."

God, he loved twisting the knife, didn't he?

But I must confess, while every twist of that knife ratcheted up the knots in my stomach, they also drove up the intensity of my arousal. This was ten times hotter than any story Jackie had told me about Mark, and I was right there to witness, or at least hear, the whole thing.

"Let's see now," Paul continued, "where was I?"

He had clearly increased the intensity of his finger fucking of Jackie, as I could hear just how wet her pussy sounded as he pounded into it, in addition to how wet her mouth sounded on his cock, the slurping becoming louder and more pronounced.

"Oh yeah," Paul reminded himself, "Caroline. You dated her for that whole year, and didn't get as much as your fingers inside of her. I came home that summer, and fucked her on our first date. Probably our only date, actually, it was just hookups after that. She was fun, but mostly I was just fucking her because you couldn't."

"Shit," I said out loud.

Paul laughed.

Then he moaned even louder.

"That's it Jacks," he said with a groan, "Just like that. I had no idea you could take something this big in your throat. Mark trained you well."

"Oh god," I spoke again. The idea of Jackie deep throating my brother's massive cock was overpowering. She had mentioned that Mark had insisted she learn to deep throat him. Paul had been right, again. It had been Mark that had trained her to do that, not me.

I had to wonder. Was Paul lying about Caroline? I might have thought he had made it up, but how else would he have known that Caroline never let me have sex with her the whole year we dated? He had to have known Caroline well enough to have been able to ask her if we ever fucked. It certainly made it more than plausible that he was telling the truth. I wasn't entirely sure why he would need to lie about it anyway, other than the fact that it was Paul, and Paul was like that.

Caroline was the first girl I had ever seriously dated.

Paul had fucked her with his massive cock!

And he was, without question, going to fuck the last woman I ever intended to date, the woman I had made my wife.

God, I hated him!

And yet...

I was consumed by my own lust, realizing that I had been, and was about to be, cuckolded by the last person on earth I would intentionally pick for that task. The fact that it was him made the angst as powerful as it could possibly be, which drove the arousal to be as powerful as anything imaginable.

What a difference a year makes. Before the family reunion that previous summer, the idea of being cuckolded hadn't really entered my mind. But clearly there were some latent desires that Jackie and I had discovered and encouraged through the events of the previous year. Paul hadn't fucked her yet, but it was as inevitable as the next morning's sunrise, and would -almost certainly precede it by many hours. And I sat in that front seat, driving us all to the house Jackie and I shared, hard as a rock listening to the sounds of my wife sucking my brother's massive cock, while he finger fucked her dripping pussy, knowing full well he would soon be fucking her.

Shit!

It really was happening! I thought maybe I would have some control over it all, at the very least being able to take things slowly and get used to the idea as we ramped up these fantasies. But I had immediately lost all control. Jackie was his, and I was nothing more than a spectator.

"Jesus," I moaned at the thought of it all.

We arrived at the house. I pulled into the garage, but left the garage door open since we were going to need to get Paul's luggage out of the back.

I turned to look in the backseat.

Jackie was sitting up straight, and Paul was once again sucking at her nipples, but with one hand down the front of her pants, his fingers visible beneath the material, busy pleasuring her sex. She was loudly moaning as he pleasured her.

I glanced down at his lap and was a little surprised to find myself disappointed that he had put his cock back into his pants where I couldn't see just how big he actually was. I did note that the noticeable lump it created in his pants was thick and extended quite a ways down his left pant leg.

Jackie started to lean forwards and Paul sat up straight to allow her to move forward in her seat, allowing me to see that her leggings were pulled down to expose about half of her ass. She leaned forward and kissed me, thrusting her tongue aggressively into my mouth. Trust me, it was not lost on me that that mouth had just spent about 15 minutes sucking my brother's cock.

I glanced over at Paul and saw the shit eating grin on his face, letting me know he was definitely thinking the same thing.

"You like kissing your wife's mouth right after she's had my cock in it, Timmy?"

Those words spurred Jackie on, she reached up with both hands and grabbed my face, pulling it harder into the kiss and moaned as her kiss became even more aggressive. I could taste the muskiness of Paul's cock as she forced her tongue all over inside of my mouth, moaning in pleasure at the thought of what she was doing.

"Maybe someday you'll get to kiss it right after I fill it with my cum," he added with a chuckle.

He then got out of the car and walked around to Jackie's side of the car, opening her door. Jackie broke off her kiss with me, and looked me deep in the eyes.

"Fuck, I've needed this, Timmy," she said to me, adopting Paul's nickname for me as well. "I can't tell you how fucking hot this makes me."

She didn't have to. I could see it in her eyes, could see how hard her nipples were, and could smell the scent of her arousal.

She took Paul's hand and he helped her out of the car. She was still topless, and her leggings were still pulled down to expose about half of her ass. The garage door was open, the light still on. Unless someone happened to be walking past at that moment, or the neighbors across the street happened to be looking out their front windows and into our garage, there wasn't anyone who could have seen her, but I still couldn't help but think about how exposed she was.

"Fuck," I whispered, thinking back on those dance numbers she'd done while nearly naked, as I got out of the car and made my way around to their side. By the time I got there, Paul was squatting in front of her and had her leggings pulled down to her ankles.

I gasped as it left Jackie completely exposed to anyone looking in the garage. Jackie slipped off her shoes allowing Paul to remove her leggings, which he just tossed to the side, leaving her naked, aside from her socks.

"Jesus," I groaned. I looked out of the garage and couldn't tell if I was disappointed or relieved that I saw no signs of anyone who had a view in to see my naked wife.

As Paul stood back up, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, pausing to cup her bare pussy, which made her moan loudly, before sliding it up across her abdomen, cupping her breast on his way up to her face. He grabbed her face in his hand and forced all of his thumb into her mouth, tilting her head back to kiss her neck. He moved downward with his mouth to slip one of her nipples inside of it.

"Unnnggh, gaaawww," she groaned around the thumb in her mouth.

"Fuck she's hot, Timmy," he said to me as he turned in my direction. He took his hand out of her mouth and moved his other hand onto her back, sliding it down onto her ass as he led her past me and into the house.

I just stood there dumfounded, unable to even close my mouth as my brother demonstrated his ownership of my own wife.

I looked around the garage. Her sneakers and leggings were on the floor of the garage. Her T-shirt was on the front seat of the car. Her panties had been left at the restaurant as an added tip for the waiter. Paul's luggage was all still in the back of the car. And Paul had just led my very naked wife into my own house, his hand on her ass like he owned her.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was completely overwhelmed by the complex mix of emotions I've heard described as cuckold angst. There was jealousy, anxiety, and embarrassment all mixed together, but what held it all together was intense arousal, as intense as any I had ever felt.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself gathering up Jackie's clothes and heading to the back of the car to get Paul's luggage out of it. Looking back, I don't think it was a conscious decision to do all that, I think I was just lost in the tide of emotions and operating on autopilot.

But I will always remember the fact that while Paul was in my house, enjoying my own wife's naked body, I was gathering up his luggage and cleaning up the mess he'd left behind of my wife's clothes.

Was I subconsciously accepting the fact that a new alpha male had taken over breeding rights in our little pack, and I was left with only a supporting role?

Whatever the reason for my actions, I didn't actually open the door into the house until several minutes later.

As I opened the door, a sound I will never forget greeted me.

"Aaaahhhhh, fuck yesssss," Jackie was practically shouting in pleasure. "God your cock is incredible. Fuuuuccckkkk!"

She was every bit as loud as Becky had been in the adjacent room on the cruise. I knew she was already getting fucked, before I had even made it into the house.

I turned back to bring all the luggage inside, listening to Jackie's continued wails of pleasure. Then I made my way into the kitchen and could see the back of the couch in the living room.

I gasped at the sight. Paul's head and shoulders were visible above the back of the couch, and Jessie was straddling him, facing my direction, but completely oblivious to my presence as she was lost in the pleasure she was getting as she slowly rode up and down on Paul's cock.

Her head was thrown back, her mouth opened, as she moaned and groaned and shouted various obscenities while he filled her pussy with more cock than it had ever before taken.

I began to make my way through the kitchen towards the living room and found Paul's clothes strewn along the way, his shoes and socks, then his shirt, his belt, his pants, and finally his underwear.

Again, I can't quite explain why, but I found myself gathering up his clothes as I made my way towards where he was currently, noisily, fucking my wife. Was it just that expression of pack mentality? Was it just me, still in shock at how fast this all happened and just acting without thinking? I can't really say, I just know that when I arrived in the living room, I was carrying Paul's clothes.

He looked over at me and smirked at me. I am sure I must have looked really pathetic to him, picking up his clothes for him while he fucked my wife on our couch.

"God Timmy," he said to me through that smirk, "this pussy is so fucking good. Not sure what makes the two of you want to share it with me, but I sure as hell ain't complaining."

Jackie, realizing I was there, looked over at me, still carrying Paul's clothes, and smiled.

"Fuck this cock is amazing," she said as she moved up and down on it. "Even better than Mark, Timmy, and Mark was fantastic."

"You hear that Timmy?" Paul asked, looking right at me. "Your wife loves my cock, which is good because she's going to get a lot of it for the next few weeks. This pussy belongs to my cock, now, doesn't it, Jacks?"

"Oh, fuck yessss," she groaned as she ground herself hard against his pelvis, taking all of that beast inside of her.

I had dumped Paul's clothes on the end of the couch and taken a seat on the loveseat next to them. My wife wasn't more than 5 feet away from me, aggressively riding my brother's cock. If I leaned to the left, I could watch her tits bouncing up and down with her movements. If I leaned to the right, I could watch her pussy lips stretching around his shaft as it moved in and out of her.

After a moment, I settled on watching her pussy move up and down on that beast of a cock. Every time she rose up, she revealed what seemed an impossible length of cock, without ever coming all the way off of it to reveal to me exactly how long it was. Then she would aggressively plunge back downwards until it was all buried inside of her, making all sorts of pleasured sounds along the way.

After all the talk since that family reunion, I was finally witnessing my wife's pussy being violated by another man's cock.

"Fucking hell," I whispered as I took in the sight. I never would have imagined enjoying a live sex show featuring my own wife being impossibly stretched by a cock that would put most porn stars to shame. And yet, I was filled with unimaginable lust as I witnessed it.

I watched as Jackie began to ride Paul faster and more aggressively. The noises coming out of her mouth increased in both volume and pitch as she began to seek her first orgasm on my brother's cock, a cock I was watching plunder her depths from only a few feet away.

"Yesss ... yesss ... yesss," she began to shout as she violently thrust herself down on his shaft. I watched her pussy stretch obscenely with every thrust as she loudly announced the ecstasy she was feeling. When it seemed she was almost on the edge of an orgasm, Paul grabbed her hips and pulled her down against his lap and held her in place.

"Nooooo," she loudly complained, "I am so ... fucking ... close. Don't ... stop."

"You wanna cum, Jacks?" He said to her while holding her in place.

"Yes ... yes ... please let me ... cum."

She looked completely desperate for release.

"Tell your husband," he said firmly, "tell him you belong to me now, for as long as I am here. You are mine. Tell him and I'll let you cum, and then I'll fuck you until you cum so many times you won't be able to take any more."

Jackie looked over at me, sitting by myself, my hand pressed against the obvious lump in the front of my pants.

"Fuck, I need this Timmy," she said, once again adopting Paul's nickname for me. "I warned you that I needed this. I fucking need him to own me, just like Mark owned me. You understand that, right? That's why you invited him to come here, so that I could give myself to him? So, he could give me what I've been missing since Mark left?"

I swallowed hard. It wasn't something I was excited to admit, but of course we both already knew it was true. Admitting it in front of my arrogant, overbearing brother was incredibly difficult.

But it wasn't like it wasn't already obvious. I sat there, after bringing his luggage in and collecting his discarded clothes, hard as stone in my pants, on the verge of cumming from the eroticism of watching how eagerly Jackie was fucking him.

"Yes," I said quietly. "I get it."

"You got what you wished for then, Timmy. He fucking owns me now. God how I've longed for this."

I looked back at Paul.

He was staring me down, his eyes boring deep into my soul. I could see the devious little smirk on his face, a smirk I was certain I would be seeing a lot of for the next little while.

He didn't say anything to me. He didn't need to. He had won, and there was nothing I could do to change that. His stare and evil grin said everything he needed to say.

"Stand up Jacks," he said, turning his gaze back to her.

"You said you'd let me cum," she whined in complaint.

"And I will. You'll cum so much you'll beg me to stop. But now I want you to stand up."

He swatted her ass, hard, to emphasize his point.

"I own you now. You will do what I tell you to do, Jacks."

"Yes, daddy," she said demurely.

She stood, revealing the full majesty of his towering cock to me for the first time, slick with my wife's fluids along its full length, which confirmed he'd had the whole thing stuffed up inside of her.

"Jesus," I whispered. I had never seen anything remotely like it. It had to be at least 9"

long, and at least 1" bigger around than my own, which I knew was already thicker than average. I couldn't even imagine where she put all of that beast.

Paul chuckled at my exclamation, then looked up at Jackie.

"On your knees my married little slut," he ordered her. "Show that husband of yours how much you love this cock."

Jackie immediately dropped to her knees, took a hold of the base of his monster, and then practically devoured it, moaning loud and long as she took about half of his cock into her mouth.

"Ahh, fuck yeah, that's it Jacks," he said, grabbing her head in his hands and moving it up down on his pole. "Worship that cock like a good little slut."

I glanced away from watching her mouth stretched around his girth to his face. He was once again staring at me and smiling as he fed his cock to my wife, taking full control of her actions with his hands.

He stared at me the whole time she worshipped his beast of a cock, smiling like the proverbial cat who'd eaten the canary, but he never said a word to me. He just stared at me and smiled while he used Jackie's mouth to pleasure himself. His silence felt like an even bigger flex of his power than if he'd tried to rub it all in even more, as if his control was so complete there was no longer a need to even mention it.

And all I could do was sit there, watching her devouring him as though it was the only meal she'd had in over a week.

Then he lifted her head off his cock and stared directly into her eyes with the same intensity he had been staring at me.

"Open your mouth," he demanded. When she opened it, he leaned down and spit into it, then helped her stand up and guided her onto my lap. "Kiss your husband, slut. Let him taste the mixture of our fluids in that slutty fucking mouth that was just sucking my cock."

I looked into her eyes as she ground her pussy down onto the front of my jeans. The only thing I could see was hunger; deep, all-consuming hunger as she pressed her lips to mine and drove her tongue into my mouth.

We both moaned loudly into each other's mouths as I tasted the remnants of her, as yet unfinished, coupling with my own brother.

About an hour later, I heard the door into the spare bedroom open as I laid on the twin air mattress we'd inflated for Paul until he could go shopping for the bed he was planning to buy.

Even in the dark, I could make out the naked form of my wife, standing in the doorway, looking in on me.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

She slipped inside and knelt next to me on the floor, reaching over to take my cock in her hand.

"You're still hard," she said, surprised at the revelation.

For the last hour, I had been lying, naked, on that mattress, listening to the sounds coming out of the master bedroom on the other side of the wall. After he'd had Jackie climb onto my lap to kiss me, he had taken her into our bedroom.

"You'll need to take the guest room tonight," he'd said simply as he closed and locked the door behind them.

I had slipped into the guest room, stripped, and laid down on the mattress and listened. I remember thinking, as we listened to Paul and Becky on our cruise that spring, that Becky had been unbelievably loud. I couldn't have ever imagined Jackie making sounds like that during sex, so I had just chalked it up to Becky being abnormally vocal.

I had been incredibly wrong.

If anything, Jackie had been even louder that Becky. Paul had been relentless. I could hear the rhythm of their fucking through the wall, coming at first as the creaking of the bed frame, slow and steady and repetitive. Soon I began to hear Jackie's voice, beginning to drown out the sounds of the bed, as she began to grunt and groan and shout with every thrust of Paul's cock.

Within minutes, I heard her cries building in volume and intensity until she screamed loudly as she experienced the orgasm Paul had promised her.

It was to be the first of many that he gave her as he fucked her for the better part of an hour, at least six or seven before I finally heard him bellow in pleasure as he undoubtedly emptied himself inside of her.

It was only a few minutes after that when she slipped into the guest room and knelt next to me, stroking the cock I had avoided touching. I had known that if I had let myself cum, the shame of listening to Paul fuck Jackie would have torn me apart.

She leaned forward and kissed me.

The smell of their sex assaulted my nostrils as she stroked me, and that taste of it in her kiss was a stark reminder of her recent infidelity with my own brother.

"Would you like sloppy seconds?" She whispered to me.

"Oh god, yessss," I whispered back.

She immediately climbing up onto the mattress, straddling me, reaching back behind her and guiding me inside of her. She sat down in one smooth motion, taking all of my cock with incredible ease.

The first thing I noticed was just how loose her pussy was. She had always felt so incredibly tight wrapped around my cock. It was an instant reminder that she'd just been fucked senseless by my brother's noticeably thicker cock for almost an hour.

The second thing I noticed was how hot the inside of her pussy felt on my cock. When you feel someone's head that has a fever, they feel hot to the touch, even though their body temperature isn't much higher than normal. This is exactly how it felt inside of her, as if her pussy were feverish.

The last thing I noticed was how wet and slippery and viscous it felt inside of her. Guys always imagine the pleasure of fucking a tight pussy. This was anything but that, but I must admit it was an amazingly pleasurable feeling in its own right.

"Oh god," I moaned at the intensity of the sensation.

She smiled at me as she stared into my eyes.

"You like that, Timmy?" She asked seductively. "You like feeling your cock swimming in your own brother's cum?"

Now to explain what happened next, I should point out that I had been incredibly aroused sexually for over two hours, ever since Paul started taking control in the restaurant, during the car ride home, watching them on the couch, then listening to Jackie scream over and over in orgasm through the walls. I was on edge all that time, and I had deliberately avoided making myself cum, knowing that would make the anxiety of it all be the only emotion I felt.

So, I was on edge, and the feel, and indeed just the thought, of getting sloppy seconds for the first time in my life was overpowering, so when she spoke those words, it was simply too much.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as I felt my whole body tense as a climax of epic proportions immediately swept over me.

Paul had been fucking her for the better part of an hour, and I was inside her for less than a minute before I was adding my own cum to the slippery, hot mess already inside of her.

She giggled in delight at my complete loss of control, correctly taking it as a sign of how consumed by lust I had been by the evening events.

She kissed me, deep and passionate. I could still taste the sex on her breath.

"Thank you," she said quietly, "for letting me have this."