Where it happened: Brother's Kitchen
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
I’ve always been close to my brother, Tom. We’re only two years apart. He’s 31. I’m 29. We share a lot of secrets together, and we talk a lot about our sex lives — always have. His wife Cindy is a real looker. 5’10, dark brunette, great figure, beautiful face. And, according to Tom, she gives great head — whenever he wants or needs it. According to him, she loves making love to his dick. My own wife, Brenda, is a great fuck, but she detests oral sex. There’s nothing I can do to convince her to go down on her — or me to to go down on her. That part of our sex life is completely missing.
One morning, about a year ago, I was over at Tom and Cindy’s house. I needed to borrow his electric saw to do so tree trimming in my yard. As it turned out,Tom was gone, but Cindy was home. She offered me a cup of coffee, and we sat in their kitchen just talking about various things. Gradually I turned the conversation to sex, and ended up telling her how much I missed having my cock sucked by Brenda. Cindy wondered why she didn’t want to do it, and I told her, frankly, I couldn’t understand it, because I always considered it something very normal between a man and a woman. She agreed and said she thought it was about the greatest thing a woman could do for a man.
As we talked as as I looked at my brother’s wife in her tight sweater and tight skirt, I couldn’t help but get a raging hard on. I don’t try to conceal it, as I sat their with my legs spread wide open and my tight jeans filling up in with an obvious erection. Then Cindy smiled broadly at me, and kneeled down in front of me and started unfastening my belt. “Here let me take care of that for you,” she said, as she rolled down my Jockey shorts and placed her lips to the tip of my 8-incher. That morning, I got the greatest blow-job I’ve ever had, and she swallowed every drop of love cream I delivered — spurt after spurt after spurt.I was in ejaculation heaven! And then we got completely carried away, and I fucked her against the kitchen counter in the center of the room. We both knew it was wrong, but our libidos just got the best of us. We haven’t done it much since then — just 4 or 5 times — but whenever I feel the need of a great head job, I call Cindy to see if Tom is home, and if he isn’t she’s always happy to make a little love to my Mr. Johnson.
ORAL SEXis WONDERFUL!!
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