I was sitting with my mates, draining the last of my pint, when suddenly a loud noise rang in my head. Startled, I put my hands to my ears, covering them.
Opening my eyes, I realized that I had been dreaming; the racket was actually my alarm clock. Reaching out, wanting to choke some silence into it, I missed and it fell from the nightstand.
"Ah, Friday," I thought to myself as I watched it kiss the floor good morning.
Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes before turning to look at my wife. She was sleeping silently, slow breaths moving slowly through her body, caressing her. Memories of making love to her last night came flooding back bringing a smile to my face.
Retrieving the clock from the floor, I padded my way to the kitchen, filled the teapot and placed it on the stove. It would be ready by the time I finished my shower.
Working for the man, that Friday was the usual drudgery. Picking up my check, I read the stub, pissed at the amount of quid deducted to keep the Queen happy. "Have to keep those coffers full," I said to myself, shoving the check into my pocket with a frown.
Driving through the streets to our home in Oxford, I thought about the coming weekend. It would feel good to relax. Lost in my day dream, I had to slam on my brakes in order to avoid hitting a lorry waiting at a stoplight. Glancing to my right, in an alley between two pubs, I saw a man and a woman pressed together against a wall made of stone. Looking twice, I had to make sure my eyes weren't betraying me. The woman could have doubled for my wife.
As the man slipped his hand between her legs, seeking her holy mound, the sound of a blaring horn snapped me back to my senses. Glancing in my rear view mirror, an elderly gentleman was giving me the one finger salute.
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The house was quiet as I walked through our front door. Calling out to my wife, I was greeted by a hollow echo.
"She may be out running errands," I thought to myself, mounting the stairs to our bedroom.
Changing out of my work clothes, I peered through the window of our bedroom and saw my wife. She was home after all, lying in the sun catching a few rays. Although she is quite modest in public, at home she likes to let her inhibitions down. Today she was wearing only a bra. I smiled to myself, maybe she was up for a little afternoon play.
Turning from the window, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I froze. There was a man standing beside our house. Unzipping his pants, I watched as a large thick cock flopped from his shorts. Looking in the direction of my wife, her eyes were closed; she was oblivious of the man. Staring back at the stranger, I watched as he began stroking himself to an erection, a broad smile on his face.
Spooked by this intrusion, although curious, my mind conjured up a thousand images. I have always wondered what it would be like to watch another man fuck my wife. Suddenly I realized who the man was. It was Darren, was my wife's brother!
"Darren," I thought descending the stairs to the bottom floor of our house. "What in the hell is he doing here, and what the fuck is he doing masturbating while staring at my wife? He is as gay as they come."
"Hi honey," I waved walking into the yard through the back door of our kitchen. Approaching my wife, I turned towards the direction Darren had been standing. There was no sign of him.
"Hi love, have a good day?" I smiled bending down to kiss my wife.
"It was relaxing," she smiled. "And yours?"
"Hey! What are you two up to," Darren smiled walking towards us, a visible bulge in his pants.
I stood, shacking Darren's hand, mindful of his firm grip. Instantly a thought occurred to me. I just shook the hand that had been wanking a penis no less than five minutes ago.
"Listen," Darren smiled. "Mum and Dad are on my case again. Can I stay with you guys this weekend?"
I turned smiling at my wife, shrugging my shoulders. "Ok by me."
"Whatever," my wife snorted, giving Darren a dirty look, getting out of her chair, walking towards the house.
"She never changes John," Darren smiled, placing his penis hand on my shoulder. "She has been that way ever since she was little."
"Ah, maybe she'll grow out of it someday," I smiled, still thinking about his wank session. Something told me their never ending bickering would not bode well for a relaxing weekend.
"Shall we have a pint?" I asked as we walked towards the house.
"Sounds good mate." Darren's eyes sparkled.
Rummaging around in the icebox, it appeared we were out of beer. "Listen, I need to go to the market, care to join me, Darren?"
"Actually I brought along a bag of gear for the weekend. Do you mind if I unpack while you're gone?"
"Not at all," I replied, walking from the kitchen in search of my car keys.
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The sun had made its graceful exit as I drove home from the market. I had a case of Guinness, a passenger in the car beside me. Stepping through the front door, I heard loud voices in the kitchen.
"Oh shit, they're already at it," I thought to myself, "This is going to be a long weekend."
Approaching the kitchen, the voices grew louder.
"Ouch Darren, you know how I hate it when you pull my hair like that! And don't slap so damn hard, John will see the bruises!"
A sudden silence followed, Paula's outburst spurring me on.
Stopping with a clear view of the kitchen between the hinges of the door, I saw my wife on her knees. Her soft pink lips were wrapped around her brother's thick cock. He was shirtless, sparse blond hair decorating his chest. Gripping the back of her head, I could see wisps of blond hair between his fingers. Slurping sounds broke the silence as he pulled her head back and forth on the shaft of his thick cock. Instantly I grew hard watching his tight balls swung with each thrust of his gyrating hips.
"Slap, slap," Darren's free hand smacked my wife's tits as they hung from her chest.
"You like it when I slap your saggy tits don't you sis? You are such a good little slut. Tell me how much you enjoy it," Darren smiled pulling his cock from my wife's mouth.
Looking into his eyes, from her position on the floor my wife replied, "I love the feel of your hands when you slap my saggy tits, brother. Make them sting."
"That's a good girl," my brother in law grunted, shoving his cock deep into her warmth slapping her sagging tits again, his hips gyrating.
Grabbing my crotch, I could feel my erection beginning to grow. As I watched Darren's glistening cock disappear, reappear and then disappear back into my wife's mouth, I recalled how warm her mouth is.
"Are you ready sis?" he smiled, pulling his glistening cock from my wife's lips. Grabbing her around the throat, he held her in place. "Stuck out your tongue you nasty little bitch."
I watched as my wife's tongue appeared, receiving the creamy white liquid flying in an arch, squirting from the bulbous head of her brother's penis. The kitchen echoed with Darren's guttural moan, head tilted back towards the ceiling, eyes closed. My wife, on her knees, began to gag. I could see a look of disgust in her eyes.
