"Layla needs a good fucking! That'll straighten her out." My wife took a swig of vodka. "Your sister-in-law is a too-tense, uptight twat. I don't know what Bart sees in that bitch. It must be her hairy red cunt."
My wife Bridget was a brassy blonde with big tits. "A good fucking" was her remedy for everything. And for reason she never liked Layla.
Just then, Layla walked in wearing a tiny T-shirt with no bra, and her long auburn hair was tied in a ponytail. She looked damn sexy. I noticed her naked tits jiggling under the T-shirt and her hard little nipple bumps.
Bridget yelled. "Vince you need to take Layla clothes shopping. Now. And tell the bitch to buy a bra!"
So I drove my sister-in-law to the mall. Hours later it was dark when we parked in the driveway. Layla sat there staring at the shadows in the upstairs window. "Vince, I have a horrible feeling about this..."
Layla touched my lips, then tugged at my sleeve. "Vince dear, follow me upstairs and be quiet."
I followed Layla to my bedroom. What is saw hit me hard. I felt like a bug splattered on a windshield. To my horror we saw my wife and her brother naked on the bed.
Bridget straddled Bart, squishing her fat tits into his face as she humped up and down, impaling her pussy on his prick.
I watched his hefty cock shove into my wife's cunt with loud slurping noises. Bridget's pink labia pulled in and out with each fuck-stroke. White froth flowed down to the base of his cock.
The sight of my wife screwing her own brother left me numb. But I couldn't take my gaze away.
As I watched, Bart gathered up some cum froth and smeared it over my wife's anus. Bridget rose up, grasped his erection and fed it into her asshole. My wife sank onto his dick, assfucking herself. It was obvious that the siblings were used to anal.
Layla pulled me into the guest bedroom. I hugged her tight, feeling lost myself. She slumped against me, and I must admit her curvy body felt nice. She kissed my cheek.
"Vince did you see that white foam around his prick? My husband must have cum inside your wife's cunt."
To my surprise, Layla fumbled with my zipper and unzipped me. Her little hand rubbed my cock stiff. Reaching under her skirt she pulled her panties off. "Vince. let's get even. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Layla wants laid!"
My cock took over. When a fine filly begs you to fuck... you mount her hard. I helped Layla remove her cotton panties. Bending over the bed, she lifted her skirt up, exposing her fuzzy red pussy. My throbbing erection led the way into her hot, wet fuck-hole.
I screwed into her cunt. The redhead grunted, slamming her hips against my prick. We fucked in a furious rhythm of anger and revenge. Layla jolted up, squealing in orgasm as I spewed, emptying my balls deep in her cunt.
After the quickie, we collapsed on the bed and hugged each other. Layla whispered. "I knew they were fucking, Bridget and Bart. "But I didn't want to believe it. Did you know?"
"Hell no! I had no idea. When I married Bridget she said she'd only had sex with one other guy. I didn't know that guy was her own brother. What are we going to do?"
"Vince you're such a dear. Let's get dressed, I need a cup of coffee."
Layla pulled her panties back on, avoiding my eyes, while I zipped up. I found it hard to grasp that I'd just screwed my sister-in-law while my wife's ass was bouncing on her brother's boner. Fuck me...
We sipped coffee and heard the shower running. Bridget walked into the kitchen with messy hair, smeared make-up, and a freshly fucked grin. My wife was surprised to see us. "Oh hi, you two! Back already?"
Bart came in, looking like death warmed over. He winked at my wife. Bridget giggled and rubbed her cunt.
Layla broke the silence. "So Bridget...how long have you been screwing your own brother?"
My wife looked at me and blushed blazing red. "Oh gosh... It was an accident. We used to wrestle all the time. One day my shorts and panties fell down... and my brother's thing popped up. Before I knew it Bart stuck his prick into my pussy...and we've been screwing ever since."
Layla hissed. "Bridget you bitch, while you were fucking my husband... I was fucking yours. In fact, I still have his sticky sperm inside my cunt. Your hubby's such a stud!"
All eyes turned on me, and I nodded.
Layla laughed. "Am I going to be a nasty, obscene and unfaithful wife? You bet your balls I am!" Layla tore off her panties and hurled them at Bart's face.
Then Layla led me upstairs while dropping her T-shirt and bra. She'd lost her skirt and sandals by the time she was in my bedroom. Layla stood there naked with her tits and nips poking out and a vee of reddish-brown pubes pointing down to her glistening slit.
She was a fucking nymph.