My Husband Caught Me Fucking His Brother

EROTICA | FANTASIES | ROMANCE | CHEATING

My husband walked in on me fucking his brother and reclaimed me, making it clear that I am his, and he is mine.

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The rhythmic creaking of the bed frame was intensifying in volume.

His hands were next to my head, gripping the pillow, his weight holding me down as he took me from behind. His moans, next to my ear, growing louder and more primal with each thrust.

I gripped the pillow, my moans getting caught in my throat as he pushed me over the edge, my orgasm feeling so intense the room started spinning.

My pussy throbbed around his cock as he let out a loud moan and released his load inside me, his cock pulsating inside me.

He was breathing heavily next to my ear, I was breathing heavily against the pillow, and somehow, it seemed like our breathing sounded louder than it should. It took me much longer than I’d care to admit to figure out that it was because there was another person heavily breathing in the room.

I looked towards the door to see my husband standing there, a look of utter disbelief painted across his face, frozen in place at the sight. He had, after all, just walked in on his brother cumming inside his wife.

I turned around, his brother falling off me, and tried to piece together a coherent sentence, but all that came out of my mouth was an unintelligeble stutter.

His brother was gathering up his clothes in a hurry, my brain couldn’t process what he was saying, but the tone seemed apologetic. When he had gathered his belongings, he rushed past my husband, whose eyes were still locked on me, he didn’t even glance in his brother’s direction.

I looked at him, my eyes pleading for him to say something, anything.

I sat there, feeling horrible, the man I loved heartbroken, his brother’s cum slowly seeping out of my pussy. It’s not like this was the first time he and I had hooked up. This was just the first time that we were caught.

My husband’s breathing calmed down during what seemed like an eternity. Then he sighed and closed the door behind him, he wasn’t saying a word, he just walked towards me. It felt like my heart was stuck in my throat like I was choking on it.

He reached out, tilting my head up towards him with just a finger under my chin.

“That’s never going to happen again.”

It was a statement, not a question, but I still answered.

“Never, baby… never, I-I swear I-I-I don’t know…”

“You are mine.”

I nodded.

His tone was so calm it felt unnerving. How was he this calm?

He started unbuckling his belt.

“Are you going to prove it?”

I don’t know why, but this was probably the most he had turned me on in years. The intensity of the situation, the strength he was showing, his calm.

“Yes, baby!”

I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down, his dick already completely hard. I ran my tongue up the back of his shaft, licking off the bead of precum at the tip before engulfing his member completely with the warmth of my mouth.

I heard him groan as his hand moved to the back of my head, pushing for me to let him in deeper, to suck him harder. I felt my saliva drip down my chin as he started thrusting into my mouth, his hand still holding my head tight, his fingers getting tangled up with my hair, pulling it.

He pulled out of my mouth and immediately bent down to kiss me deeply, holding onto my head.

“Lie down.”

I obliged and laid back on the bed, I could still feel the sweat from his brother fucking me stuck on the sheets, and I could still smell him, but now the scent of my husband was overwhelming it.

He started sucking on my nipples, his hands caressing my thighs.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, baby, please.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m yours. Please”

He positioned himself and swiftly put his dick inside me, his lips locking with mine, muffling my moans as he started thrusting.

His brother’s cum essentially being a lubricant now, he fucked me harder than he had in years, and I was wetter than I had ever been with him.

“I love you,” I moaned, as he started nearing his climax.

“I’m yours, baby. Only yours.”

I could feel his thrusts grow more and more intense, harder, faster.

“I love you,” he moaned, his hand grabbing onto my tit, my orgasm washing over me, more intensely than I had felt in years.

He moaned in my ear as he let himself succumb to pleasure and came inside me, filling me with my second load of the night.

We were both trying to catch our breaths when he said, “We will have to talk about this, but just know, you are mine. I am yours.”

I nodded, tears flooding my eyes, this was the best outcome I could have ever hoped for in this kind of situation. The selfish part of my brain was delighted that I seemed to have had my cake and eaten it too, or in this case, I had had two creampies.

I kissed him, revelling in the relief that I had not lost him, and the sense of security, knowing that he was mine, and I was his.

To be continued…

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