Brothers Are Forever
by SHATTIMS
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This much is true. One day I overheard my wife and daughter being catty
about a couple they knew who had let the guy's brother move in with
them when his marriage broke up. My two ladies were convinced that
something was going on between the wife and her now live-in
brother-in-law, and they disgustedly agreed that her husband was too
stupid to realize it. Now, I didn't know any of the facts, but when
have I ever let that curb my imagination? So, here's my theory:
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Chapter 1
"Of course you can, Joe. You're my brother. You're always welcome
here."
"I know, but I feel guilty about dropping in on you this way. It's just
that Jenny is driving me up a wall. I've taken all of her bitching I
can take."
Pete shook his head. "I don't know how you stood it as long as you did.
The whole family's been saying that woman is bad news. You've got to
get rid of her, Joe, once and for all."
"Yeah, well I told her I wasn't coming back, not that she believed me."
"Why, do you want to go back to her?"
"Shit, no. I hate her."
"So why didn't you leave her a long time ago?"
"I don't know, Pete. Maybe just because we stood up in church together
and told the world we'd be together forever, for better or worse."
"But it wasn't the first time she stood up in church and said that,"
Pete pointed out, "and now maybe you can guess what happened to her
other husband."
"Uh, she always told me he beat her, and that she finally left him
because of it. I really did believe her, and I think maybe I still do,
'cause I know for sure she's the one that started the divorce
proceedings."
"Maybe, but did you ever get so mad at her that you felt like hitting
her?"
"God, yes! Lots of times, but I never did."
"So you're a better man than he was. If he did hit her, I'll bet we
both know why, now."
"I don't know, Pete. Does that make me better, or just weaker? Let's
face it, you and I were both brought up not to be demanding, to go the
second mile. Well, right now I've taken about all the shit I can take.
I think it's time I starting thinking about me; time I started getting
what I want."
"Hey, bro, you deserve it after what you've been through."
"How the hell did you get all the luck, Pete? I married for what I
thought was love, and ended up with a she-devil. Then you let the folks
talk you into an arranged marriage, and wound up with an angel."
"Yeah, well, you know perfectly well that Mamá and Papá still stick
with their old pueblo ways, including setting up marriages the way it
was when they grew up in Tehueco. And then our cousins down there kept
telling them how wonderful Maria was and how she deserved the chance to
come to the States.
"So, maybe I'm the weak one, but Mamá kept at me about it, Pedro this
and Pedro that, and how it was the least I could do to help Maria."
Pete shrugged, "I finally gave in.
"But it hasn't all been perfect, Joe. At first she was scared shitless.
You saw how shy she was. What you couldn't see though, at least not the
way I did, was how bewildered she was. Hell, she didn't know how to do
anything."
Joe laughed. "Not even sex?"
"Not even sex," Pete agreed. "Not that I knew a hell of a lot more than
she did. Can you believe it? She was only my second one."
"Well," Joe drawled, poking him in the ribs, "you must have figured it
out, seeing as how you have two kids."
Pete blushed. "Yeah, I guess we did," he mumbled. "But look, let's go
inside and tell her what's happening. We're going to have to clean up
the spare bedroom a bit, and then you'll have things to move in."
"Wrong, Pete. We're going to go in and see if she asks me to stay for a
few days. You're going to keep your mouth shut, and you're definitely
not going to tell her you already invited me."
Maria's face lit up when she saw Joe. "José, I did not know you were
coming over. Can you stay for dinner?"
"Thanks, I'd love to. I, uh, kind of got kicked out at home, and I'd
probably end up buying a burger, otherwise." He gave her a quick hug
and a grin. "I know for a fact your food will be ten times as good as
that, no matter what you're fixing."
She pushed him away and gave him a playful slap on the arm. "Now, stop
that, Joe. You just say that so you can ask for more."
Then her face fell. "But, kicked out? What means that? Is that woman
not going to let you come home tonight?"
Maria knew Jenny's name, of course, but the whole family tended to
refer to her as "that woman" when they weren't using even more
disparaging terms.
Joe shook his head sadly. "No, Maria, I'm afraid she isn't. And I don't
think I'd want to go even if she would let me."
"Well, then, you stay here, and no argue. Pedro, go start to clean out
the other room. Go, go, go. I have to finish dinner, and I want to talk
to Joe."
Pete nodded, and gave Joe a wink as he started down the hall.
Maria looked Joe straight in the eye. "I hope you not mind me saying
this, but I do not like that woman. I say you should leave her and not
go back."
Joe took a step closer while not breaking their eye connection. "Yes,
Maria, I agree. I'm sure I can find someone much better than her.
Someone more like you."
Maria blushed and looked down. "I hope you can," she said. Then she
looked up again, all business. "But until you do, you must stay with
us. Mi casa, su casa. How would you say in English? This now is your
home."
"Oh, Maria, I can't thank you enough. You're so good to me. You're so
good to, and for, all of us - Mamá and Papá, my brothers and sisters,
all of us. But now, can I help you fix dinner?"
She laughed. "No, you would just bother me. ... I mean, you would just
be a bother. English is so hard. I will never get it right."
"You're doing a great job, Maria. Really. I can't believe how much
you've learned in less than four years. But I promise not to bother
you, at least not right now." Then with a sly grin he added, "Of
course, if things were different I wouldn't mind making you feel hot
and bothered."
Maria frowned. "I no understand that."
"That's good, because I shouldn't have said it."
"No, José, please explain. I want to understand. I need to learn."
"Look, Maria, you are a beautiful woman, and I am a lonely man right
now, and I was sort of teasing you. But I shouldn't do that, because
you're my brother's wife."
"So, it was a thing you might say to a girlfriend? And the 'hot' part
might mean like wanting to go to bed together?"
He nodded.
"And the 'bothered' might mean like thinking it might not happen even
if I wanted it to?"
Joe sighed. "You are altogether too smart for your own good, young
lady."
"Well," she said, blushing and looking away, "now I say something I
should not say, but if I was not your brother's wife I might like to
feel hot and bothered by you." Then she rushed out to the kitchen.
'Damn, I wish she wasn't married,' Joe thought as he went to look for
Pete. He found him in the spare bedroom, of course.
"Anything I can do to help?"
"Sure, Joe, see that box on the bed? It needs to go down to the garage.
There's a place in the corner where we've got a couple of other boxes.
You'll see them."
"Got it. But can I ask you a question, even though I probably
shouldn't?"
Pete laughed. "Ask me anything, but I won't promise to answer."
"Yeah, well, outside you said something about your marriage not being
perfect. Hell, I know marriages are never perfect, but you and Maria
aren't having serious problems, are you?"
Pete stopped what he was doing and slumped onto the bed. "Naw, not
serious ones, at least I don't think so. It's just that ... I don't
know, I guess I thought we'd fall in love over time, but ..."
"Do the two of you fight?"
Pete shook his head. "No, but we never do much of anything else
together, either. I guess it's sort of like if we were roommates."
"She doesn't ever come up and put her arms around you and kiss you?"
He shook his head again.
"What about you? Do you ever sneak up behind her and give her a
squeeze?"
"I tried it a few times, in the beginning, but she just said 'Pedro' in
a shocked voice and pried my hands away."
Joe scratched his head. "So where did those babies come from?"
"Yeah, well, we do sleep in the same bed. And when it's dark at night,
and I'm feeling horny, I'll whisper that I want to do it. And she'll
kind of sigh and say OK. Then she'll pull up her nightgown and take off
her panties and spread her legs for me."
"And you mean you fuck her, just like that?" Joe was incredulous. "You
don't even do anything to get her going first?"
Pete shrugged. "If I try to kiss her, or something, she'll just move
away, and ask are we going to do it or not. It's obvious she just wants
to get it over with as soon as possible."
Joe couldn't believe his ears, and he sure as hell didn't know what to
say, so he came out with, "Oh, man," then grabbed the box and took it
down to the garage.
The garage door opened off the kitchen, and when he came back in he saw
Maria there at the stove, with her back to him. He stopped in the
doorway for a moment to admire, and ponder. Then on an impulse he
stepped up very quietly, close behind her, and whispered in her ear,
"Smells good."
She jumped. "Madre de Dios! You frightened me, Joe."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to," he lied, while letting his hands touch her
waist ever so lightly, just a breath of a touch.
"No es nada," she whispered, backing almost imperceptibly against him.
"Now, get out of here, before I am hot and bothered."
"Yes ma'm," he grinned, giving her waist a little squeeze just before
walking away.
Joe didn't go back to the bedroom. Instead he sat down in the living
room to think this out. Pete believes his wife is a cold fish. But that
woman in the kitchen is something else; more like something as steaming
hot as the food she is cooking out there. Yeah, she's a pressure cooker
with a clogged vent on a hot fire, and the pressure is building. 'Oh,
God,' Joe thought, 'would I love to be there when the pressure blows.'
What a sorry excuse for a husband his brother is. He has no clue what
he's got; no idea of how to use it. And what about Maria? The poor
woman deserves to feel what a real man could do to her. 'I could be
that man,' Joe thought, 'I could give her what she needs. What I need.
What we both need together.' The decision was made before Maria called
the family in for dinner.
'Oh damn,' he thought as he sat there eating, his hard-on hidden under
the table. 'This is going to be so fucking good. And it won't take long
before she blows. Oh, fuck, Maria, I'm going to blow you wide open.
You're gonna be mine, baby. You're gonna beg me for it. You'll do
anything in the world just to get my cock in your cunt, just to get it
there again, and again, and again.'
That night in bed he jacked off three times.
What a setup he had! Hot wife and clueless husband had both invited him
to stay as long as he wanted. Hot wife was a stay-at-home mom with two
small kids; kids too young to know what sex was, or to think it strange
if Mommy and Uncle Joe spent time in the bedroom together. Clueless
husband had a day job, 8 to 5, Monday to Friday, and he took the bus to
work, so he was out of the house from seven in the morning to six at
night, with no chance of coming home for lunch. Horny brother worked a
rotating schedule at a grocery store; sometimes home before three in
the afternoon, sometimes not leaving for work until after lunch; and
usually at least one day off in the middle of the week. Oh, fuck, yes,
what a setup he had!
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It didn't get off to a very good start, though. He was working the
early shift for a few days. Between scheming and sexual fantasies,
excited thoughts and trips to the bathroom to clean up his messes, 4 AM
rolled around far too early, and he had to be at work by five. On top
of that, Monday was one of those days at the store, and by the time he
got home at 3 PM he had no thoughts of anything except flopping on his
bed. Pete had to wake him for dinner.
Monday night was pretty much a repeat of the night before: too keyed up
to sleep, several cleanup trips to the bathroom, and an alarm that went
off at 4 AM. At least Tuesday wasn't quite as crazy at the store as
Monday, but God, was he ever looking forward to two days off. Those two
days were coming on Wednesday and Thursday, and Joe decided he was
going to make the most of them. No point in trying to hit Maria up this
afternoon when he was tired and not thinking very well. He'd wait 'til
he had two whole days with her.
Once more he headed to his room almost as soon as he got home, but not
to sleep this time. No, he was fantasizing about that hot juicy cunt
not fifty feet away on the other side of his closed door, and it was a
good thing he had snuck that towel and wet washcloth out of the
bathroom before he came to bed. The washcloth needed a lot of work to
look presentable again before he joined Pete, Maria, and the kids for
dinner.
That night he willed himself not to jack off at all. He'd save it all
for Maria! Oh, fuck, this was going to be hot.
Joe was awake at 6 AM, but forced himself to stay in bed until after
Pete left. Then he pulled on a pair of pants and ambled out to the
kitchen, naked to the waist. 'Let's see what she thinks of my pecs,' he
thought.
She was there in the kitchen, working at the sink with her back to the
door. He stopped in the doorway and watched her, not that he could see
much with the bathrobe she was wearing. Then with a hand on the door
sill he came out with a sultry, "Good Morning."
"Oh!" She whirled. "Joe! I, I thought you were at work."
"No," he grinned, "this is my weekend. I've got today and tomorrow
off."
"Oh, dear." She looked down at herself. "I not have my clothes on. Oh,
what am I to do? I should be getting you breakfast, but you must not
see me like this. What would Pete think?"
"You look perfectly decent to me." He intentionally let her watch his
gaze travel slowly down her chest and belly and on down until it
reached to bottom of her robe below her knees. "I can't see a thing I
shouldn't see."
"Joe! Stop that! You are very naughty."
"No, I'm not being naughty. Just checking to see that you are decent.
Besides, what about you? How come you're checking out my bare chest?"
"Ohh!" She covered her face with both hands to hide the bright flush.
"I was not looking, not really."
"Oh, I saw where your eyes were looking, all right. By the way, I
should probably tell you that when you pulled your hands up to your
face like that, it spread the bottom of your robe, and I could see part
of your thigh."
"Nooo!" she shrieked, and dashed past him, pushing him out of the
doorway so she could run to her bedroom and slam her door.
It was only an instant, and he wasn't sure, but he thought he caught a
flash of a naked boob as she pushed him. It was enough to drive him
back to his bedroom, to a lust that could no longer be denied. God, but
that cum was good.
When he came down from that one, he realized he was still hard, and
started jacking himself lazily again. 'I wonder what she's doing right
now,' he thought. 'Maybe she's lying in bed with her knees in the air,
spread wide so the split in her robe has exposed her panties. Could be
she's rubbing her pussy through those panties. What if the robe has
come untied, and her tits are exposed, with rock-hard nipples that are
sticking out half an inch. I'll bet she's rubbing and pinching a nipple
with her other hand. Now rubbing her panties isn't enough, and she
shoves her hand down inside them. Oh, she's juicing like crazy, I just
know she is, and humping up wildly against her finger. She needs my
cock in there. I know it and she knows it, and she's about to cum. Yes!
I can hear her starting to wail. Oh ... fuck ... yes!
When Joe finally calmed down he got a shock. The wailing was even
louder than it had been. My god! Was she still cumming? No, wait. He
suddenly felt very foolish. That wasn't Maria wailing, that was little
Tina crying. And now he could hear Maria comforting her. The whole
fucking thing was just his fantasy.
Joe got quite an education that day on what it means to be a mother; at
least a mother of two preschool kids. There was never a dull minute,
and that meant never a minute that he could work his wiles on her.
Finally, at two o'clock, she had both of the little ones down for a
nap.
"Finally," he said, somewhat sympathetically, "you get a break. Maybe
we could sit down and talk a bit."
She shook her head. "Your brothers joke that I not have a job. Maybe
now you see I do have. Pete tells he gets a break two times in a day.
This is the only break for me, and I need it much. I nap when they
nap."
With that she disappeared into her room.
Joe felt his entire scheme crumbling around him. In his frustration he
stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him, and took off in
his car, gunning it down the street. "Damn it, I need to get laid," he
screamed out loud, but there was no one to hear him. He started
cruising the bad part of town, but came to his senses before he
actually stopped to pick up any of the floozies he saw there. Instead,
he got drunk, and didn't get back to Pete and Maria's place until well
after midnight. Thank God Pete had given him a key.
Joe woke up at nine o'clock with a headache and a horrible taste in his
mouth. 'Well,' he thought wryly as he looked at the bedside clock, 'I
guess I don't have to wait for my idiot brother to leave this time.
Not,' he corrected himself, 'that it makes a shitload of difference,
given Maria's schedule.' By the time he had pried himself out of bed,
showered, shaved, brushed his teeth twice, and dressed, it was nearly
ten, and he still had a headache.
When he got out to the living room, Maria looked up from changing
Tina's diaper with a frown on her face. "José, we worried about you
yesterday. Where you go?"
"Sorry," he mumbled, "I just needed to let off some steam. I know I
should have said something before I left, but you were taking a nap."
"Is OK, but maybe next time you call so we not worry so much," she
suggested.
"Yeah, I should have done that. I'm sorry,"
"No es nada. Now go get something to eat. I left a plate on the table,
but now it should go in microwave to get hot again."
"Thanks, Maria. You're too good to me. I don't deserve it."
"Is silly. You are now my brother."
'Ouch!' he thought as he went out to the kitchen. 'What the fuck am I
thinking about doing?'
He spent the rest of the morning watching her, still frustrated that he
couldn't get what he wanted so much but, to his surprise, starting to
feel something else, too. Maria was no longer just a cunt that he was
dying to have. She was a hardworking woman who loved her children, and
was making them her whole life. The passionate love she deserved was
missing, but she was trying to fill the void it left with feelings for
her two little ones. He felt an ache for her void, and knew his
reaction must be only a dim echo of what she felt, day after day after
day, every day the same.
That afternoon he went out for a walk while the three of them were
napping, and when he came back he had made a decision.
He wasn't at all sure what he could do with a baby, but maybe at least
he could help keep little Petey occupied. The boy was an Energizer
Bunny that never ran down, and Joe had little experience with children,
but he tried. They played cars, which Petey insisted on crashing, again
and again. They went out and "played ball", which was frustrating for
both of them, because Petey threw wildly, and couldn't seem to catch
anything. But despite his repeated failures, the boy kept saying,
"Again, Tio," and kept trying.
When Joe and Petey came back into the house, Maria ran up to him,
wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her cheek against his.
"Thank you, thank you! It is so wonderful not to have to think about
Petey every minute. You no can imagine how much more easy it is for me.
Look, I already am starting to fix dinner."
Joe grinned to himself. Oh, yes, his plan was working. Unfortunately he
had to go back to the store tomorrow, on the late shift, but just for
four days. After that he would have two days off again, and he was
determined to see how much "more easy" he could make it for Maria. When
nap time came on those two days, she was going to be rested, relaxed,
overflowing with gratitude, and - oh yes - quite available.
Friday morning he took Petey to a nearby park and spent two hours
helping him swing, go down the slide, and round and round on a little
merry-go-round. He tried a seesaw, but that was way too tame for the
little bundle of energy. When they got back in time for lunch Maria
came running up to Joe with her arms spread wide. She grabbed him in a
bear hug, smashing her boobs against his chest, then reaching up on
tiptoe to give him a long wet kiss on his cheek.
"Muchísimas gracias! Is so wonderful."
"De nada," he grinned, and gave her a kiss back that matched hers in
both length and intensity. She clung to him the whole time, and he was
very tempted to nibble his way around to her mouth, but he figured he
shouldn't push her too fast. Besides, the plan said Tuesday, when he
would have the whole day.
Joe let Pete handle his own son on the weekend, but Monday morning he
was up as soon as Pete was out of the house. Bingo! he caught Maria in
her bathrobe again.
"Hey, there, luscious!"
She tensed, but didn't even turn. "Joe, you are up early. I ... I ...
not was expecting you. Do you not have to work today?"
"Sure do, but I don't have to leave until after lunch, just like the
last three days." He walked over to her as he added, "But you already
knew that, didn't you? I don't think you're as surprised as you're
trying to make out."
He came up behind her and put his hands on her waist. She moaned, "Joe,
this is not right. I am not dressed, and Pedro no is here."
"Right, Pete isn't here, so you needn't worry about what he thinks.
Let's just talk about what I think, and what you think." He leaned in
very close to her ear and whispered, "I think I like touching you. What
do you think?"
"No, Joe, no do this. We must not."
Pulling her back against him, Joe said, "Hmmm, maybe I used the wrong
words. It isn't so much what I think; it's what I feel. I feel like
touching you. Don't you feel like being touched?"
"Yes ... no ... That not matter what I feel like. Is not right."
"Of course it matters what you feel like. It matters very much. You
held me tight Last Friday, and it felt wonderful, didn't it? You feel
like holding me again now, just like I feel. I'm sure of it. It's OK,
so long as we don't let it go too far."
"Ohhh, are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."
"Oh, Joe!" She turned to face him. "Oh, yes!" She wrapped her arms
around his chest.
He tipped her chin up so he could stare directly down into her eyes. He
saw uncertainty there, but also desire. "Just a little kiss, Maria, not
a long one."
"No," she shook her head, "it not can be a long one."
That's all she had a chance to say as he bent down so his mouth met
hers. Then neither of them could say anything more lucid than a moan.
"I'm sorry," Joe said when he pulled away a bit later. "I'm afraid that
was longer than it should have been."
"Oh, I not care. I not care." She still clung to him and rested her
cheek on his chest as she added passionately, "It was wonderful."
"Yes, it was."
"Joe," she asked after a bit, "what do you have on? It is so soft."
"My pajamas. I didn't think I should come down with a naked chest this
morning, the way I did last week. I'm afraid I shocked you a bit that
morning."
"No, it not was you that shocked me that time, it was me. I did not
think I should let you see me when I was not dressed."
"Of course, I should have realized. But now we're talking about
feelings, not thoughts, right?"
"Yes."
"Does it feel wrong that you should be here holding me when you aren't
fully dressed? Do you feel scared, or shocked, or panicked right now?"
"No, not scared; not shocked. It feels good to hold you like this."
"But I suppose that's because you have your bathrobe on. I'm sure you
wouldn't feel comfortable holding me right now if we took your bathrobe
off, would you?"
"Oh, my, no. I could not. That would be ... oh ... oh ... oh."
"No, of course not, because you probably don't have much on under it,
do you?"
"No, I only ... I mean ... oh dear ... only ... only ... only one tiny
thing, that not even covers me. I mean, it sort of covers a little bit
below my waist, but not above, so you see ..."
"Please, Maria, we must stop talking about that. It's giving me
feelings I shouldn't have. I hope you understand. I can't ... there's
no way I can control it. And now I'm so embarrassed I have to go. I
have to go right now. Please don't look down when you let me go. You
have to promise."
"Yes, yes, I not look. I let you go, now. Go, go, go."
Actually, she did look. It was only a glance, but Joe saw it, and it
made the obscene tent in his pajama bottoms jump. Oh, yes, she was his,
and tomorrow was the day.
Meanwhile, he had some urgent business to attend to in his room. Twice,
it turned out, before he could get things under control.
When Joe came out a bit later Maria was dressed, but much more prettily
than he had seen her before. She was wearing a white silk blouse, thin
enough that he could tell for sure she had a white bra under it. Her
pleated skirt had a sort of Scottish Tartan pattern, and was cut well
above her knees. Her legs were bare, from the sandals she wore up to
... what? He would have bet on white panties, and he might have been
able to settle that bet if she would only twirl that pleated skirt of
hers. It was a good thing he was wearing heavy jeans, because they made
it easier for him to hid his third hard-on of the morning.
He and Petey "raced" up and down the front sidewalk that morning; race
after race after race. That helped him control the sexual tension,
though the hard-on never completely went away, and it surged again
every time he thought of Maria, which was every time they stopped
running. At least he finally wore Petey out, who was eventually
satisfied to be pulled in his wagon.
"Go faster, Tio!" he kept saying, and that helped, too.
Maria looked up from playing with Tina when they came in. She got
slowly to her feet, eyes locked on Joe, and walked tentatively toward
him. They met with a groan from each, clutched their bodies together,
and then the kiss started. They both lost track of time, until Petey
finally interrupted with a plaintive, "Mommy, I'm hungry."
She pulled her face away just far enough to say, "Yes, baby, just a
minute," then her mouth lunged against his again.
Joe broke the kiss, saying, "We have to stop, honey."
"Yes, I know," she acknowledged, but still she clung to him.
"Oh, Joe, what am I feeling," she asked, rubbing her crotch back and
forth against his.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I can't help it."
"It feels ... wonderful!" Now her pelvis was humping against his.
"Well, we can't do anything about it. We have to feed two hungry kids,
and then I have to get to work." He gave her another quick kiss, and
pulled away.
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Tuesday Joe woke from dreams about Maria; woke with a hard-on that
would not go down. He also woke much too early, and had to wait what
seemed forever for Pete to leave.
He had planned to go greet Maria in pajamas again, but that would be
too much, with a tent sticking out six inches in front of him. So he
settled for the jeans instead. Remembering what she had said, he strode
out naked to the waist. Maybe, just maybe, she would have taken his
hint from yesterday, and left the robe off this morning. Oh, he knew
she wouldn't be in her panties, but he was hoping for a nightgown.
No such luck. She was wearing a rather plain tan dress that came down
below her knees. She turned when he came into the room, but her eyes
darted about, avoiding his. The dress, he noted, had a curved neckline
in front that showed very little skin. And it had sleeves that came
down to her elbows. What the hell? This was a granny dress. What
happened to the luscious doll he saw yesterday?
Sadly, at least from Joe's perspective, the dress was an accurate
barometer of the climate inside Maria's house that day. He did try to
tease her, and when she ignored him he found things to do with Petey,
but all he got when they came in for lunch that noon was a quick peck
on the cheek.
'Damn,' he thought, 'I must have pushed her too far yesterday.' But the
more he thought about it, the less sense that made. He hadn't pushed
her yesterday, not really. If anything, she had pushed him. So it had
to be guilt. 'Yeah, that's got to be it. She was all hot for me, really
hot, but after I left, she cooled down and her conscience got to her.
Shit! I should have called in sick. Instead, I let the moment slip
away.'
Joe was so bummed that after lunch he made some excuse about having to
run an errand. He spent the afternoon just driving around, but he did
have the wits to call Maria about four o'clock and tell her not to cook
dinner, because it was his treat; he'd bring something home for all of
them.
Wednesday was pretty much a repeat of Tuesday, except that Maria was
wearing jeans and an old sweat shirt instead of her granny dress. Oh,
and one other difference: Joe forced himself to stick around all day
and help with Petey. But she still couldn't look Joe in the eye, and
squirmed away if he made any attempt to touch her.
Thursday morning Joe had to start a 'week' of four early days, and his
reaction was relief. He had to laugh at himself, though. No way on
earth would he have expected three days ago that he would be relieved
to go back to work. Women! They're impossible to understand.
Before he had gone to bed the night before he had told Pete and Maria
that he was planning to go see Mamá and Papá after work, so they
shouldn't plan on him being there for dinner. It was just an excuse,
but he convinced himself that he really should talk to them about what
had happened to his marriage.
Friday afternoon he was out of excuses, but he did stall after work by
loading up on groceries for the household before he left the store.
That still meant he got home two hours before Pete, but the void was
filled when Petey came running to him, screaming, "Tio Joe! Tio Joe!
Let's go play!" Maria at least flashed him a smile when he laughed and
told the boy that of course they could.
Chapter 2
Joe was actually able to relax somewhat on the weekend, and spend time
with his brother, at least in the afternoons and evenings after he got
home from work. Sunday night he and Pete were watching a soccer game,
between longtime rivals the 'Quakes and the Galaxy. The Galaxy won by a
single point, and it was a cliffhanger to the very end. The guys were
making so much noise that Maria had to shush them after getting the
kids off to bed. Then she sat down to watch the excitement herself.
Once Pete and Joe settled down from the game they started looking for
something else to watch, but Maria stopped them by walking up to the TV
and turning it off.
"Please, guys, there is something serious I want to talk about."
'Oh, oh, here it comes,' Joe thought.
"What's up?" Pete asked.
"This is for me a very hard thing to say, and I know I not should say
it, but I keep wanting to say it, more and more, so now I have to."
Pete was baffled. "What are you talking about?"
"Is about us, and ... and ... what we do in the bedroom."
"Maria!" Pete was outraged. "That's not something we talk about in
front of Joe!"
"I know that, but it is this time. Just listen, you will see. Because
... because there is something I feel like I have to do. I no can help
myself; I just have to. And I know is wrong, and I know is not fair to
you, but I just keep wanting it more and more, until I feel like I am
going crazy."
"What the hell? You better not be talking about fucking somebody else,
because if you are, I'll kill you."
"Whoa, Pete, calm down," Joe interjected. "She hasn't said that, and
even if she did, you're not going to kill her. You do that and you'll
end up in prison, and then what'll your kids do?"
"Yeah, well if she's going to be a fucking whore, I don't want her
anywhere near my kids. I won't kill her, but I'll sure as hell kick her
out of the house, and get a restraining order that she can't come see
them."
"Please, Pedro, I not going to be a ... what you said. Is just that I
have never been with anybody but you, and one time, just once, I
thought maybe ... Well, you told me you were with someone else before
we were married, so I thought ..."
"Well, you thought wrong. You'd better get that fucking idea out of
your brain, and keep it out, or else! You're mine, and nobody else's,
got that? Where the fuck did you get an idea like that? Maybe some
slutty girlfriend?"
"No, no, I not talk to anyone about this. But in the telenovelas, the
women always are so happy after they are with sus amantes and cannot
stop talking about how wonderful it is."
Pete snorted. "You can't believe anything you see in the soap operas."
"I agree with that, Pete," Joe threw in, "but there is something else.
When I first got together with Jenny, she was super hot, and I'm pretty
sure it was because she had another lover right before me."
"Listen to Joe," Maria pled. "If I do this, I think I can be a better
wife to you. Is true, Pedro, I have tried to be a good wife, but I know
I no have been a good lover. If you let me do this one time, I think
... I know, I feel it here," patting her heart, "that I will be a
better lover to you after."
"I still say you're talking crazy," Pete grumbled.
"Maybe so. I feel like I am going crazy, I want this so much. But do
not worry, I no would ever go find a guy to go to bed with. I no could
do that to you. If someone saw us, and there was talk, your heart would
break."
"Thank God! You're finally talking sense. So you're not going to do it
after all."
"No, no, I do need to do it, one time, but now I have the perfect way,
so no one could find out." She stopped and gave Pete a scared look,
then took a deep breath and continued, "I want to do it with Joe."
"Joe?" Pete whirled to look at his brother. "You set this up, didn't
you, you fucking pervert!"
"Whoa, no way. Maria and I have never said a word to each other about
anything like this. Hey, man, you're my brother. Brothers are forever.
I'd never, ever, do anything like that behind your back."
"Yeah, right, it sounds to me like you're both planning to do it right
in front of my face, and rub my nose in it."
"Look, I'm a man, and Maria is a very attractive woman. If she wants to
make love with me, I'll admit that it will be very difficult to say no.
But I will say no, and I'll keep saying no, unless you give your
permission."
Joe paused a moment, then went on. "I'm also going to say something
else, though, Pete. This is obviously something that Maria really,
really wants, and I suggest you at least think about saying yes. Look
at it this way. This could be a very special gift that you give her; in
a way the most valuable gift you have to give. Besides, as she and I
both said before in different ways, it's a gift that you can hope she
will return to you, multiplied many times, to make your marriage hotter
than it has ever been."
"I can't believe we're having this conversation. I can't believe I'm
not screaming my head off at the very suggestion."
Maria giggled. "Well, you were screaming, just a little while ago."
Pete looked at her for a long moment without saying anything. Finally
he asked, "Can you honestly tell me that you really, really, want to
fuck Joe?"
Maria nodded. "Yes, I really, really, want to ... do it with Joe."
"That's not exactly what I asked."
"Yes, I really, really, want to f-f-fuck Joe," she said, blushing
brightly.
"And you swear that you and he haven't planned this?"
"I swear," she said, crossing her heart. "Not a word."
"And it would only be once?"
She nodded.
Pete shook his head. "I've got to be totally fucking out of my mind to
say this, but I guess I'm gonna let you two do it."
She threw herself into his arms. "Oh, Pedro, darling, thank you, thank
you. You no will be sorry, I promise you."
"I already am," he muttered under his breath, but he didn't let her
hear him say it, and just gave her a little squeeze before extricating
himself.
"So, Maria," Joe put in, "when do you want to do this? Maybe tomorrow?
I've got the day off."
"No!" Pete exploded.
"Oh, no," Maria worried, "now what is wrong?"
"I'm not going to have him fucking you all day tomorrow."
"Is silly, I said once, and no is possible, anyway. I have to take care
of the kids."
"I don't care. I don't trust him to do it when I'm not around."
"Well I'll be damned!" Joe burst out. "I had no idea you were one of
those guys who likes to watch."
"No, no, not watch. I couldn't do that; I'd go crazy and probably beat
you to a pulp. I just mean I want to be here so I can be sure you don't
do it more than once, or try to force her to do something if she
changes her mind."
"Sure, I understand, buddy. Look, it's your house and your wife. You
get to set all the rules. I've got no gripe with that. Just tell us how
we can make this work."
"Oh, I don't know. I don't know." Pete had his elbows on his knees now
and his head in his hands. "Maybe ... Hell, maybe we should just get
past this as soon as we can. What if I let you spend half an hour
together right now?"
"Just half an hour?" Joe asked. "I don't know, she might want longer
than that. What about it, Maria?"
"I was wondering if you were let me say anything. But, OK, if Pedro
says half an hour, then we just take half an hour. And ... I not mind
at all," with a shy look at Joe, "if we do it right now."
Pete looked up with a startled thought. "Not our bedroom!"
"No, of course not," Joe assured him. "Come, Maria, I'll take you to my
room." He reached his hand out to her to help her rise, and she reached
out to take it, though her hand and arm were visibly shaking.
Pete noticed that, and put his hand on her arm to stop her. "Maria, you
look like you're afraid. You don't have to do this. Please stop now,
and don't be sorry later."
"I not afraid. I do have to do this. Please understand. Is only for a
little bit."
"Joe," Pete said sharply, "be sure you don't hurt her, or force her if
she says no."
"No worries, bud. I'll be very gentle, and totally in tune with what
she wants. Maybe you'd better turn on the TV, and make it kind of loud,
just in case we make some noise."
With that, Joe pulled Maria smoothly to him, and they walked out of the
room, hand in hand.
'Oh, God,' Pete thought, 'what have I done.' He was already miserable,
and they hadn't even gotten to Joe's bedroom yet. He sat there
silently, listening, until he heard Joe's door click shut. Then he
looked at his watch. '9:43,' he told himself. 'I'll give them until
10:15, not a minute longer.'
He did turn on the TV, but he kept the volume low so he could hear
Maria, just in case she sounded like she was objecting. Or, at least,
that's the excuse he gave himself. He didn't hear anything for several
minutes, then he thought, or perhaps imagined, that he was hearing
moaning sounds. Soon they became more distinct. 'My God, that sounds
like Maria's voice. What the hell's going on? She never makes any
sounds like that.'
The sounds quickly got louder, sharper, higher, and rhythmic. Oh shit!
He's fucking her! Pete slapped his hands over his ears to block out the
sound. Damn! He should have turned the volume up. He grabbed for the
remote control, but before he could hit the volume button he heard the
scream. Something clicked in his brain, and he was suddenly reliving a
porn movie he and a couple of other guys once saw. The woman in that
movie screamed, exactly like the scream he had just heard echoing down
the hall.
He sat there frozen, unable to push the button on the remote control in
his hand, eyes staring at TV pictures he could not see, ears attuned
only to sounds from the hall. Then the reaction set in, and his world
crumbled. Maria had just come for the first time in her life. His
Maria. No, not his Maria any longer. Joe's Maria now. One time, hell.
What a joke. There's no way she's going to stop with one time, not
after that scream.
Shit! They're already starting up again. That bastard's going to fuck
her again. Just listen to the slut! "Huh! ... Huh! ... Huh! ... Huh!"
Now it was starting to speed up again.
Joe lurched to his feet. "Nooo!" he screamed as he ran toward the hall.
"Stop!" he yelled, pounding on the door.
The noises stopped inside, then he heard her voice. "Go away, Pedro.
Please ... go away. We need more time."
"Like hell you do! I said one time, and he's already fucked you one
time. I'm coming in." With that he threw open the door.
"Nooo!" she screamed, and rolled away from him. But he'd already seen
plenty, and the picture was etched in his brain. She was stark naked,
and had been lying on her back with her legs spread. But Joe was not
lying on top of her, and that didn't make any sense. He was naked, too,
but was draped over the bottom end of the bed. His face was turned to
look at the door, and his mouth was open in shock. His head had been
close to Maria's naked pussy. What the hell was he doing?
"Ohhh...," Maria moaned, rolling off the bed. She charged directly at
Pete. "I hate you," she screamed, pushing him out of the way and
ducking through the door. He watched her run naked up the hall and slam
the master bedroom door behind her.
"You fucking idiot," Joe said quietly. "You've ruined everything."
"Yeah, right, you bastard. You and your fucking plans. You were going
to keep her all night, weren't you? Then you were going to steal her
from me permanently. I hope to hell I've ruined your fucking plans."
"No, you stupid prick. I was just going to fuck her one time, the way
we agreed, and leave her hot and horny for you to spend the night
with."
"You lying motherfucker! You already fucked her one time, and you were
getting started on a second round when I stopped it."
"Wrong. I never fucked her at all. Oh, I made her come, all right, and
I was well on my way to making her come again, but she never even got
to feel my cock touch her pussy. That was going to come up next."
"I still say you're lying. How could you make her come without fucking
her?"
"Oh, there's lots of ways to do that. But if you're asking for details
on what we did, you're not going to get any. I never fuck and tell."
"But it doesn't make any sense. She won't even let me touch her."
"You sure as hell would've touched her tonight, touched her everywhere
and with every fucking thing you've got, if you hadn't lost it. That's
what I meant when I said you ruined everything. When I got through with
her she would have been so ready you wouldn't believe it. You would
have been awake half the night, sending her from screaming climax to
screaming climax. But now," he shook his head, "you're going to end up
sleeping on the sofa; you just watch."
"Oh, sure, you expect me to sleep in the living room so you can slip
into her room and fuck her all night?"
"I'm willing to bet everything I have that if you went to her room
right now and tried the door, it would be locked. And I'll also bet
that it's going to stay locked all night. Neither one of us is going to
get into that room."
"How do I know she's not going to sneak into your room later?"
"You don't. Though I'd say it's highly improbable. Pete, my man, she's
your wife, but you don't own her. At this point she is mad as hell at
you, and doesn't give a shit what you want, or don't want, her to do.
No, I take that back. At this point, if you tell her something, she's
likely to do just the opposite to spite you. So, go ahead if you want.
Go yell at her door that she'd better not sneak over here during the
night. That's the one thing you could do that would make sure she'd
crawl into bed with me later."
Pete finally realized that Joe was probably right and, after quietly
trying the master suite door to make sure it was locked, he did his
best to make himself comfortable on the sofa for the night.
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Pete woke up early the next morning with a crick in his neck and vague
echoes of sexy nightmares floating around in his head. It didn't take
him long to realize it was Monday, he had to go to work, and his
uniform was in the bedroom. After using the hall bathroom, he knocked
timidly on Maria's door.
"Maria, I have to go to work, and I need my uniform."
There was a long silence. She finally said, "Go fix yourself some
breakfast, then come back, and you can come in and get it."
He made do with toast and coffee, then came back to the door. Sure
enough, it was unlocked. When he looked in, the room was empty.
'Goddamn slut,' he thought, 'she's in Joe's room.' He even went down to
check Joe's door, which was unlocked. He opened it a bit and peeked in.
Joe appeared to be asleep, and it certainly looked like he was alone.
Wondering where she could be, he went back to her bedroom and looked
around more carefully. Ah, of course, the suite's bathroom door was
closed. It was probably locked, but he didn't check. Instead, he just
got his uniform out of the closet, called out that he was leaving, and
went to the hall bathroom to change.
Maria had washed herself carefully while she was waiting in the
bathroom, and had put on a short, almost shear, silk nightgown with
nothing under it. She listened at the bathroom door and opened it as
soon as she heard Pedro close the bedroom door behind him. She tiptoed
over to the bedroom door, locked it again, and then listened with her
ear to that door until she heard Pedro leave the house.
'So,' she told herself, 'he no wants me to fuck while he is at work,
huh? I show him!'
Only seconds later she was at Joe's bedside. "Joe. Joe. Wake up, Joe."
By now she was climbing on the bed and pulling the covers away from his
body. "Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me."
"Oh, God, baby, what a way to wake up."
"No talk. Just fuck."
She reached down and found his cock, grabbing it through his jockey
shorts. It was already hard! Yess! She clawed at his waist and tried to
push his shorts down, but he was lying on them. Then he lifted up, and
she yanked them off his butt. They caught on his hard-on, but she
reached inside and grabbed that cock again. Yes, this was what she
needed. Two strokes and the material came free, so she pushed it down
to his knees with her other hand. Then she did something she had never
dreamed of doing. Her head lunged down to kiss him, but her lips opened
wide and she sucked that fantastic shaft into her mouth.
He groaned as he struggled to get his legs out of his shorts, and she
groaned in response to his groan, her sound sending vibrations up and
down his cock.
"Oh fuck!" he said as he lurched up against her mouth.
She let his cock pop out of her mouth and gasped, "Yes, fuck!"
She rolled on her back, spread her legs, and grabbed at her nightgown,
yanking it up to her waist.
"Now! Now! Now!" she insisted, pulling him toward her.
The scream started the instant the head of his cock touched her cunt
lips, and built as he slowly pushed into her. He stopped when he
bottomed out, and her scream stopped at about the same time, stopped
because it was suddenly choked off. Her face was contorted and her body
rigid. Nothing was moving except the pulse, pulse, pulse, of her cunt
trying to milk his cock. The pulses finally slowed down and became more
jerky and ragged. Eventually they stopped altogether, and shortly after
that her body sagged. Joe started moving gently in and out, then, and
soon she was moaning, a moan that gradually built into gasping yelps.
As he built up speed the yelps sped up as well, until they merged into
a pulsing shriek. Joe sensed she was there again, and stopped as her
second orgasm hit. He stayed buried deep in her, not moving a muscle;
nearly, but not quite, ready to come himself.
It took a long time, but eventually her eyes opened and she stared
adoringly into his. Her hands had fallen away from him when she
relaxed, but now she brought them up to his head and pulled his face
against hers. Now that was a kiss to remember for a lifetime. When it
finally ended, her head dropped to the bed and she looked into his eyes
again.
"Te quiero, Joe!"
"Shh, shh, don't get carried away. It was great sex, but that doesn't
mean it is love."
"No, you no understand. I thought you would fuck me, but no. We made
love, querido, we made love. I love you, now and forever. I no will
ever, ever stop making love with you."
"But you promised Pete, one time only."
"Pete not exist now. There is only you."
"No, baby, we're going to have to talk about that, but not right now.
Right now, I've got a little problem that you could help me with."
"Anything, mi amor, I do anything for you."
"Well, see, you were so ready that I didn't get a chance to come. I
want you. I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you and come inside
you."
"Yes, yes, yes. I want it again. Oh, Yes! ... Joe! ... Joe! ... Joe!
... Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe! JoeJoeJoeJoeJoeJoe ... Aiiiiieeeeee!"
A bit later, after they calmed down and were finally lying side by
side, Joe chuckled. "Now you've done it."
"Oh, yes, I have. But really, you have done it. I am now your slave for
life."
"That's not what I'm talking about. There's a little boy peeking in the
door."
Maria jumped, and rolled out of bed. "Petey, baby, are you all right?"
"Yes, Mommy. I heard loud noises. It woke me up."
"Oh, baby, I am sorry. But is nothing to worry about, is all OK, in
fact is much more than OK. Mommy was just very, very, happy."
Joe laughed. "In the future we may have to work on controlling your
volume a bit."
Maria turned back to him. "OK, we work on volume, but no change ever
the other part. Is what I need, again and again and again."
"How about naptime this afternoon?"
"Yes, yes, Yes!"
Naptime was fantastic, even better, if that was possible, than the
morning. Joe had wanted to talk to her, but she kept demanding more and
more, and he had no chance. He finally got the chance to talk late in
the afternoon. Petey was playing cars by himself and Tina was drinking
her bottle. Maria had started dinner, so he sat down at the kitchen
table.
"We have to talk about Pete," he told her.
"I no want to talk about Pete, I want only to talk about you, and us."
"Listen, Maria, Pete is a good man. He has always worked hard, and he
has always done it to make a home for you and the kids. Has he ever
tried to beat you up, or hurt the kids?"
"No, but I no love him. I love you."
"Let's forget about that for the moment. The fact is, he's my brother,
and he's your husband. He hasn't done anything to deserve being pushed
away by either one of us."
"What about last night? I no forgive him ever for that."
"OK, let's do a little 'what if' thing. What if I hadn't come to stay
with you, if I wasn't in the picture at all? Would you be angry with
him right now?"
"I not can do that 'what if'. With him I had nothing. Until I had you I
not even know what if."
"So in my 'what if' you wouldn't be angry with him, you just wouldn't
care very much, right?"
"I guess."
"Now, If I remember right, you have a little sister in Mexico, true?
What's her name?"
"Betina."
"How old is Betina?"
"Nineteen - no, twenty."
"So, what if Betina were to come to the US on a six-month visa to learn
English. Would you let her stay with you?"
"Oh, yes, I would love to have Betina here. I mean, if you were not
here."
"Of course. We already said that's part of the 'what if'. Now, what if
some night, after the kids were in bed, you and Betina had just watched
a movie on a Spanish TV station, and when it was over Pete sat down
with the two of you and said he had something serious to talk about.
Then he told you that he wanted to fuck Betina."
"No way! He no would do that!"
"But what if he did? How would you feel about it? Especially if Betina
told you shyly that she'd sorta like him to do it."
"I kill him, that's what. Kill him or kick him out of the house and not
let him in never again."
"But why? You don't even care about him. You're not in love with him,
are you? I mean, not really?"
"No matter. Is my husband. He no can go fucking other women, especially
my sister."
"So, don't you see? That's exactly what you did to him. Can't you hear
him thinking, 'She's my wife. She can't go fucking other men,
especially not my brother.'"
Maria had stopped working on dinner, and was leaning over the kitchen
counter with her head pressed against a cupboard. He could hear her
sobbing softly.
He waited for the sobs to fade, then said quietly, "I think you need to
forgive him for what he did. He thought he was trying to save your
marriage. It didn't come out right, but he was trying."
She twisted and ran to him, flinging her arms around him. "Oh, mi amor,
what can I do? I have hurt him, but I no can help it. I love you so
much."
"I think you have to tell him the truth, at least a little bit of it,
and you have to do what you promised."
"You mean 'one time only'? No way can I do that. No way can I give you
up now."
"No, not that part. I know you can't do that, and I don't think I can
either. But you did promise him, and I also promised him, that after we
were together you and he would make love, and you would be a better
lover than you ever were before, remember?"
She nodded, but didn't say anything.
"So, I think you should let him sleep in your room tonight - no, wait,
not tonight, but tomorrow night. When you let him come back to your
room, you should have wild, passionate, sex together."
"I no think I can do that."
"Yes, you can, and you owe it to him. Look, you can make a pretend out
of it. You can pretend that it's me in bed with you, not him. I didn't
say you had to make love with him. You can let him fuck you, but
pretend you're making love. You now know how much you love to fuck.
Show him. Trick your brain into believing you are fucking me, and let
yourself go. You can do it."
"Maybe, but what you mean by saying the truth?"
"Well, not the whole truth, but some truth. First you give him the best
sex of his life, then when you've both calmed down he'll tell you it
has never been like that. You be sure to tell him the same, because
while it won't be the best you've had, it really will be the best
you've had with him. After that, you admit to him that you and I had
our half-hour time that afternoon. He'll get the point."
Maria shook her head. "I no see the truth in that. Tell him we have
half an hour tomorrow? In all my life I will not ever forget today. And
will there only be one half-hour tomorrow?"
"Today was wonderful, and I do hope there will be more than one time
tomorrow. I know that, and you know that, but he doesn't know about any
of that. The truth you will tell him is that we had sex. That will
shock him enough; he won't want to hear how many times and he
definitely won't want to hear that you love me. Don't lie to him, but
just let him think that it was your first and only time with me if
that's what he wants to think."
"But why we have to play a game with him. Why no just tell the real
truth, that I love you, and I will spend the rest of my life with you?"
"Because he's my brother, and I'm not going to take you away from him."
"But I no can let you go," she said stubbornly.
Joe nodded sagely. "If you play it right, you may not have to let me
go. But if you don't play it right, he's going to kick me out, and like
I just said, I'm not going to take you away from him, so if I have to
go, you won't be going with me."
"So, you mean to keep you I have to play the game with Pete."
"That's right." Joe paused for a minute, then said in surprise, "Hey,
you're calling him Pete now. When did that start?"
"I always call him Pedro because I think some day I fall in love with
him, and then Pedro is my special name for him. I no say that now
because I have a real lover."
Chapter 3
That night Pete slept on the sofa again. Joe and Maria were dying to
spend time together during the night, but they didn't dare, because
Pete might catch them. In fact, Joe locked his door just because he was
afraid Maria might give in to her desires. Maria locked her door to
keep Pete out. If Joe had knocked she would run to open it, but he
didn't.
Tuesday was even wilder than Monday had been. They fucked just as soon
as Pete was out of the house, they fucked all the way through naptime,
and they even slipped off for a quickie while the kids were watching TV
just before their dad got home.
"Don't forget about tonight," Joe whispered as they separated that last
time.
"Oh, I not, I will think of mi amante every second el hombre is on top
of me."
"Good girl. You do that and you'll be surprised how well it works."
Maria was surprised, indeed. After supper she told Pete that they
needed to talk, and that Joe had agreed to take care of the kids for a
while so they could be alone. Pete was very surprised, but happy. He
was even more surprised when she suggested they talk in the bedroom. He
was totally flabbergasted when she locked the bedroom door, walked over
to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I thought maybe we talk like this," she said, leaning forward for a
kiss. [I am kissing Joe, she thought, as her lips touched Pete's. Oh,
Joe, kiss me!]
"Oh, Maria," he gasped when their lips finally parted, "it's never been
like that for us. Can we kiss again?"
She nodded and snuggled closer to him. This kiss went on forever, and
before it was over they were both squirming against each other.
"I want to touch you," he moaned, sliding his hands up the sides of her
rib cage. "I want to touch you up here."
"Oh, yes!" [Yes, touch me, Joe. Touch me everywhere.]
Pete sucked on her neck as he squeezed her boobs.
"I like it," she moaned. "Here, I unbutton the blouse. I want to take
it off." [Kiss me everywhere, Joe, kiss me everywhere.]
Pete fell to his knees and started kissing and biting her bra.
"Maybe you like me to take this off, no?" she asked, reaching behind
herself to unhook her bra. [Suck my tits, Joe, suck my tits!]
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Pete was wild with desire. He sucked one tit
into his mouth and started pinching the other with his hand. That left
him one free hand to grab at her knee below the hem of her dress. He
couldn't help himself. That hand started sliding insistently up the
inside of her thigh.
"Oh, si," she moaned, moving her feet apart to give him more room to
work. [Touch me, Joe, touch my pussy. Make me come.]
Pete pulled his mouth away from her nipple with a pop, and released her
other tit at the same time. "I can't stand it; I have to do this," he
told her in a harsh whisper as his newly freed hand jerked downward,
grabbed the hem of her skirt, and yanked it up to her waist. Then both
hands went to the elastic at the top her panties and jerked downward.
"Si! Si! Si," she shrieked. [Fuck me, Joe, fuck me. Fuck me now.]
Pete pushed her against the bed and she fell onto it, on her back. Her
legs went into the air, and Pete tore her panties off.
"Yess!" she screeched, spreading her legs wide.
Pete tore at his belt buckle and shoved his uniform pants and under
shorts down to his feet without even unbuttoning or unzipping. Then he
clambered on top of her with a roar, and started jabbing his cock in
what seemed to be the right area. He couldn't get it in immediately,
but Maria reached down and pointed it the right place. Pete rammed it
all the way in with a great grunt.
Fortunately Maria's cunt had gotten lots of exercise in the past two
days, and her fantasies had her juicing like crazy. So there was no
pain, only a surge of pleasure. She clamped her legs around him and
screamed into his mouth. [Yes, Joe. Yes! Yes! Give me a baby, Joe.]
It had been a long time for Pete, and he had never been with a wild
woman like this. Five strokes and he was gone. After the jetting pulses
stopped they both lay there panting for some indeterminately long time.
Finally he lifted his head and looked down at her.
"My God, Maria, that was fantastic. It has never been like that;
nowhere close!"
Seeing Pete's face peering down was a cosmic shock to Maria. Until that
very moment she had been with Joe, not Pete, at least in her
imagination. What was it Joe told her to say?
"Oh, yes, that was best. Maybe we have more times like this, no?"
"More times like this, yes."
"Maybe again tonight, if you can."
"Oh, fuck, yes! I'll be ready, Maria. You'll see."
"Is good, because I have to say a confession, but I no want it to
change what we did, or what we do later."
"Right now I don't care what you have to confess, so long as we can do
some more fucking like that."
"Well, see, my confess is connected, because without it tonight no
could have happened. You know how you stopped Joe and me Sunday night?"
Pete nodded. "Yeah, Joe finally convinced me that I jumped to the wrong
conclusion."
"Is so. But today we fix that. When I put the kids down for a nap this
afternoon, Joe and I went to be in bed together."
"You mean, you let him fuck you?"
Maria nodded.
"And that's why tonight happened?"
She nodded again.
"Well, I'll be damned. I guess Joe was right after all. You mean if I'd
let you finish on Sunday, that night could have been like tonight was?"
Once more she just nodded.
Pete decided he needed to do some thinking, but this wasn't the time
for it. Right now he just wanted to kiss her again. Maria almost
panicked when he dropped his lips to hers, but instead she just closed
her eyes and went back into her fantasies. That made the kiss very nice
indeed.
One thing led to another, and there were two more wild sessions in that
bed before morning.
After Pete had left for work the next morning, there was an even wilder
session in the bedroom down the hall. That session went on and on until
once again an innocent little visitor appeared in the bedroom doorway.
"Mommy happy?" Petey asked.
Two bodies froze. Finally Maria collected her thoughts enough to say,
"Yes, Mommy is very happy."
"Good," he pronounced, and walked off.
"Oh, cariño, I have to get up now."
"No," Joe pled, "not quite yet. We need to talk."
"OK, just for a minute."
"I heard noises last night; noises from you. So, the plan worked,
didn't it?"
"Oh, yes, it worked so very good. He was fucking me, but I was
pretending it was you. So it was really you that made me come, and you
were why I made all the noise."
"Did you tell him about us?"
"Yes, and I said it like naptime yesterday was our first time."
"So, how did he react?"
Maria giggled. "He said he guess you were right after all. Then he got
a funny look in his eyes. He asked if maybe Sunday night could have
been a hot time if he no stopped us. I made him think yes."
"All right! He's coming around. The next step is, you're going to have
to convince him to let us have another time together. Think you can do
that?"
"I not know about that, but I sure think I can spend another hot night
with him. I just make think I am with you."
"That's the spirit. Look, baby, I have to go to work this afternoon, so
we can't spend our naptime together."
"No, no, please stay! I need you so much!"
"I have to go. But we can be together tomorrow morning and Friday
morning."
"Oh, Joe, I need more than that."
"And you can have more than that. Just keep imagining that you are with
me every night when you crawl into bed with Pete. But, baby, this
weekend is going to be agony for me. After Friday morning I won't even
be able to touch you until Monday, unless you can work something out
with him."
"I no can stand three days without you. I think of something; I really,
really, will. I have to!"
That night seemed so lonely with Joe not in the house; she was going
out of her mind with passion. She dragged Pete to the bedroom the
minute the kids were tucked into their beds. The fantasies kept her
going for three hours, and her actions kept Pete going the whole time.
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Maria still hadn't solved the problem Joe had given her, how to get
Pete to approve of her spending more time with Joe. She kept chewing on
that Thursday afternoon, after Joe had to leave, and by the time Pete
got home she thought she had a plan that might work.
The first part of her plan was to ease up a bit on her passionate
display to Pete, so even though she hadn't had any sex with Joe since
early that morning, and she was horny as hell, she tried to stall Pete
that evening. Once the kids were in bed she could tell that he was also
dying to fuck. Their two wild nights in a row had revved him up for
more of the same, but she talked him into watching a bit of television
first.
They were sitting side by side on the sofa, and he was all over her.
Not that she minded, really, but she kept trying to pretend she wasn't
all that interested. She had to smile a bit at herself. Here she was
pretending not to be interested in Pete fucking her, which she would be
letting him do a bit later while she was pretending that he was really
Joe. A pretense within a pretense; this was getting complicated.
Finally she sighed. "Oh, Pete, you guys are all the same. The way you
act tonight, it is like you want me as much as Joe did when we were
together."
She thought that might cool him down a bit, but he only responded
hotly, "Oh, fuck, yes. Oh fuck yes! I want it so bad."
"Oh, I no should have said that. You no like it for me to talk about
being with Joe, is true?"
"Fuck, no. I just want to fuck you like he fucked you. I want to make
you come like he did. He did make you come didn't he? Hell, I know he
did. He made you come Sunday night and he didn't even fuck you. How
many times did he make you come Tuesday afternoon?"
"I ... I think it was three times."
"Oh, shit, yes. I want to make you come three times tonight, maybe
more."
"Well, so, if we no start soon, we not get much sleep tonight."
"Oh, God, yes! Let's get started. I'm going to fuck you right here,
right now. Then I'm going to take you to bed and eat you out, and then
fuck you some more."
That's exactly what did happen, and Maria did come three times, never
mind that she was imagining she was with Joe the whole time. After Pete
came the second time, and his shrinking dick popped out of her, she
snuggled up against him and kissed him lightly.
"So, did you mean it, what you said before? It not bothers you that Joe
and I fucked on Tuesday?"
"After what we've done every night since then, how could I mind? It has
to be the best thing that's happened to us since we were married."
"Well, is true that Joe was wild for me. I sometimes, think, poor Joe.
You have me, but he has no one. Not anybody since he left that woman."
"What's this? Are you suggesting you might want to be with him again?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. I have you, now, so I no should need him again."
[Oh, I need him so bad, but I not going to admit that.] "I not thinking
about me, just him. I thinking he wants so much to be with me again."
"I can fucking sure believe that! After one scorching hot session with
you, he's got to be climbing the walls."
"So, what you think? Should I let him do it again sometime?"
"Well, I don't know. I don't want to lose you to him."
"Not to worry. No can happen." [But only because Joe said it. Oh, Joe,
mi cariño, I want you so much!]
"Well, then, maybe, sometime. But I'd still rather you did it when I
was home."
"Si, I understand." [Oh, yes! I understand that now I can survive the
weekend, because Pete will give me time with Joe. And I understand that
he said "rather", so he may not be too mad if he finds out about our
days.]
The next morning Maria was so excited by the news she had for Joe that
she had to tell him even before they made love.
"You are incredible," he told her. "Incredible in every way. So
beautiful, so passionate, so clever, so ... perfect."
"Oh, Joe, for you I want to be so everything, so much more than I can
possibly be."
"Well, I can't think of any way that you have ever disappointed me. Oh,
er, except one thing."
"Tell me, and I will fix it."
"Oh, you've already fixed it, more completely than I could have dreamed
would be possible. It was just something from before - from before that
night that changed our lives."
"Oh, I think I know - it was the days before that night, no?"
"Yes, a week earlier we were hugging and kissing, and it felt so
wonderful, and then suddenly ... nothing. I thought you hated me, or
were angry. And then suddenly again ... that night, and it was
everything. I was very confused."
"Is something I would not talk to any man about, not even Pete, but now
I tell you. Is a woman thing, that happens to us."
"You mean like being moody?"
"No, no, much more than moody. Is something that happens in our bodies,
every month."
"Ah, now I understand. Your period."
"Huh? Period? But that is the end of a sentence, no?"
"Yes, it is. But it can also mean something that happens regularly, and
especially it can mean what happens to women for a few days every
month."
"Oh, I see. Joe, mi amor, I could never talk to any man about that, but
I can talk to you. That is strange, but wonderful. When I am in my
period, I am ashamed, and not want men to look at me."
"I know it's very private, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. When you
have your period next time, just tell me, and we'll find different ways
to be close together. Promise you'll tell me?"
"Yes, Joe, I promise. ... But ... I not have it right now, ... and
right now I want to be very close, with you inside me."
"Oh, God, Maria, you drive me crazy."
Unfortunately Joe was going to have to work late both Friday and
Saturday, so "sometime" couldn't be any night before Sunday. And of
course Saturday morning and Sunday morning were out, so that meant two
and a half days that she couldn't even touch her lover, and he couldn't
touch her. It was agony, but her fantasies when she was with Pete kept
her going, and she suspected his hand kept him going. In fact, she was
pretty sure of that, because she kept finding wet washcloths in the
hall bathroom, washcloths with tantalizing odors. She "accidentally"
left some panties there twice, panties with wet crotches and odors of
their own. They disappeared quickly.
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Sunday afternoon the guys watched the Raiders play the Broncos. When
the game was over, and the Raiders had lost as usual, Maria joined them
and snuggled up against Pete. She gave him a kiss, then turned to Joe,
eyes burning with desire.
"Joe, you are not going to believe what Pete told me the other night.
He said you must be climbing the wall with, ... you know, ... passion.
He said he thought maybe you could spend some time ... alone ... with
me again, sometime. Is true, Pete, no?"
Pete just nodded.
"So," she said, still looking at her husband, "maybe tonight could be a
'sometime' to make up to Joe for a week ago."
Pete thought about it a moment, and then nodded solemnly. "Yeah, Joe, I
must have left you with a horrible case of blue balls that night. I'm
really sorry, and I promise not to interrupt this time."
"God, Pete, I don't know what to say. It's more than I could dare hope
for. Are you sure you're OK with this?"
"Yeah, on one condition. Last week you promised to turn over a fucking
hot wife to me when you were done. You sure as hell did that on
Tuesday, and I expect it again."
Joe saluted his brother. "You got it bud. But I've got one condition,
too. I think I'm going to need more than half an hour. Maybe an hour or
so?"
"Go for it. I promised not to interrupt. Just don't wear her out
completely. Remember, fucking hot when she comes to me."
"Oh, she will be. You can trust me on that. So, when we going to have
this little party?"
"Maybe I clean up the dishes after dinner," Maria suggested, "while you
both keep the kids happy. Then Pete can play with the kids, while Joe
and I go do ..."
"Yeah, Pete, that sounds like a good idea," Joe broke in. "That way
you'll have something to take your mind off what we're doing. In fact,
since eight o'clock is their bedtime, you could go ahead and put them
to bed. Maria and I can try to finish not too much later than that, and
then you can have her as long as you want."
"Oh, fuck!" Pete groaned, "I'm going to keep wanting and wanting until
we're both half dead and can't stay awake any longer. In fact, bud," he
said, grinning at Joe, "it's probably going to get pretty noisy."
"Yeah, well I'm hoping to be blissfully satisfied by then, so don't
worry about me. Come to think of it, though, maybe Maria and I should
try to hold it down a bit so Petey doesn't start wondering what is
going on in my room."
"Oh, yes," Maria agreed quickly, "we must be careful about that." She
and Joe looked at each other, both remembering two mornings when Petey
had looked in to see what was going on, and both hoping fervently he
didn't start hearing things again and say something to his dad about
what he had seen before. Oh, yes, they were going to be very quiet
indeed.
The need to be quiet put a serious damper on their activities that
night, but there were two compensations. The first was that they had
lots of time for tender loving kisses and touches and whispered
declarations. Maria nearly went into orbit when she heard the terms of
endearment and commitment coming from Joe. Until now it had been mostly
one-sided. Now it was obvious that he loved her, too! The second
compensation was that they kept telling each other that they had all
day tomorrow, when they could be as wild as they wanted to be.
For Maria there was yet a third compensation. Her time later with Pete,
while pretending he was Joe, was sharpened even more by her earlier
pent-up passion. She lost track of how many orgasms she had that night,
but she made sure each one was loud enough for Joe to hear, and she
trusted he knew that she was imagining, each time, that it was him
giving her that climax.
For his part, Pete was absolutely blown away by her passion. He was now
convinced beyond any doubt. If fucking Joe occasionally could do this
to her, he'd let them fuck every week. Hell, he'd encourage them to do
it.
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The minutes dragged by in some kind of a time warp for Maria and Joe
the next morning, and it seemed like it was forever before Pete left.
The second the front door closed behind him, she dashed to Joe's room,
discarding her nightgown in the hall. He was lying on his back in his
bed, as naked as she was, with a shaft that, to her distorted senses,
seemed to be twelve inches long and three inches across. With a primal
growl she landed on top of him and started sinking down, down, down,
until her clit was rubbing against his bone.
"Oh fuck!" he screamed, and suddenly they were both coming.
It must have been a couple of minutes before either of them could
speak, and even then it was only a very weak plea from her.
"more ... more ..."
They managed to roll over without losing contact, and he started
pounding into her. Her climaxes started again almost immediately. He
could feel her cervix nudging the head of his cock and it was driving
him insane. It was driving her insane, too.
"Yes! Right there! Yes! Yes!"
It was too much to bear. He jammed his cock against that knot and was
suddenly pumping cum directly into her tubes.
Afterwards she clung to him. "Quiero darte un hijo."
"Yes, darling, I so want to have a baby with you."
At that she broke down in tears of joy.
They managed to make love three more times that day, the first while
the kids were watching cartoons, again during their naps, and finally
while Petey was outside playing, not long before Pete was due to
arrive. Each time he forced his potent sperm directly against the
opening in her cervix.
"You'd better be sure Pete comes in you tonight," Joe whispered as they
separated that last time, "'cause I think you're going to have my
baby."
"Oh, yes, cariño, I hope so."
The rest of the week Joe had to work early, but that meant he got home
between 2:30 and 3:00, and he and Maria managed to make love each day
before Pete got home at 6:00. She also made sure that Pete came inside
her at least once each night that week, though she never felt his cock
prodding her cervix the way Joe's always did.
By the end of the week she was pretty sure she knew. It was just a
feeling - nothing she could even explain - but she was convinced
something wonderful was happening inside her.
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It didn't happen very often, but this weekend Joe had both Saturday and
Sunday off. He and Maria had made love Friday afternoon, just like
every afternoon that week, and there was no way they were going to keep
apart from each other for the whole weekend. Saturday after dinner
Maria announced that she wanted Joe to play with the kids while she and
Pete had some hot time together in the bedroom.
The two of them finished in time for Maria to put the kids to bed.
After doing that, she came out and looked from Pete to Joe and back to
Pete. "I want to spend some time with Joe," she told her husband.
Pete broke into a big grin. "Exactly what I was about to suggest," he
told her. "When you get through, come join me in the bedroom."
"OK, I will, but I warn you, it may be ten o'clock ... or later."
"In that case, it's a good thing we can all sleep in in the morning."
"And it's a good thing the kids are in bed," Joe threw in, "because I
suspect that tonight we're going to be a lot noisier than we were last
week."
"Hey, bro, go for it. The noisier you get, the hotter I'll be when it's
my turn."
Joe and Maria couldn't believe their luck. They let out all the stops
that night. And when Maria finally crawled into bed with her husband he
was a wild animal.
Sunday afternoon the guys watched football again, even though their
beloved Raiders had a bye. They figured, after the wild events of last
night, that nothing unusual would be happening tonight, nothing but the
usual nightly fuck session between Pete and Maria. They figured wrong.
Maria didn't say anything until after she got the kids down to bed.
Then she came out and stood in front of the guys, hands on hips, hips
and butt swinging seductively from side to side.
"Tomorrow you guys both have to go to work," she said, her voice hoarse
with desire, "but I thought maybe we could party one more time to
finish up the weekend."
The guys sat there with idiotic grins on their faces, eyes staring at
her hips and crotch, hard-ons growing insistently.
"So, how about we do this the way we did last night?"
"Oh, fuck, yes," Pete groaned, rubbing the bulge in his pants.
"Except," she pointed out, "we already missed the first part, so I
guess I start with Joe, unless you want to go first, Pete, but then I
would end up spending the night with Joe."
"Fuck no!" Pete yelped.
Joe jumped to his feet. "So, what are we waiting for?"
"Just this, I guess," Maria grinned, grabbing the pulsing monster in
his pants and using it to pull him toward his bedroom.
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Joe had to work late that week, Monday through Thursday, but that still
meant they could make love every morning after Pete left, and again a
bit later while the kids were watching TV.
Friday, however, was a glorious marathon, with Joe off work all day.
Maria had been looking forward to it all week, and she had plans. She
had told her neighbor Gloria that she needed to take care of some
business that day, and wondered if Gloria could help with the kids.
Gloria had a preschooler of her own, and she and Maria had occasionally
baby-sat for each other in the past. Gloria was a bit hesitant to take
the two kids for the whole day, but Maria finally convinced her,
promising her almost anything in the future.
So that day was like a honeymoon. The two lovers spent most of the day
in bed, taking time out only to grab a bite to eat, and to run into the
bathroom when urgently required.
Friday night Maria called for a replay of what had happened Saturday of
the previous weekend, and both guys were enthusiastically in agreement.
For Joe and Maria it was two more hours to put a nightcap on a perfect
day. For Pete it was a two hour session first, then one fucking hot
night with his wife after two hours of psyching himself up to a frenzy
as he listened to the action in Joe's room.
The real shocker came on Saturday night. Maria played with the kids
until bedtime, then asked Joe to put them to bed while she and Pete
spent a couple of hours together. When they finally came out after
that, she pointed out that Joe was going to have to work the next
morning, so he would probably be too tired for their usual Sunday night
party. She reminded them of what had happened the last two weekends,
and claimed that she now owed Joe part of the night together.
"It no will be the whole night," she pointed out when Pete objected,
"because Joe has to get up at four. I can come to you when he gets up.
We can sleep, or do anything you want. Is Sunday, so we not have to get
up early."
"But it's only ten o'clock now," he protested. "I'm not going to let
him fuck you for six hours."
"Silly, when I spend the night with you we not do that for six hours.
Mostly we have to sleep."
"Shit, yes," Joe threw in. "We probably won't even fuck for one hour.
Hell, even if I go to sleep an hour from now, that only gives me five
hours until I have to get up."
"I don't know," Pete grumbled. "It just doesn't seem right."
"Maybe you and I sleep in tomorrow," Maria persisted. "The kids no wake
before eight. Is four hours with you in the morning, and two already,
makes six we have in bed together, same as Joe. Is also ten hours from
now, and you no sleep more than eight, not ever. So what you think we
be doing those extra two hours? I know you; we be making lots of noise
in bed. We had two hours already, and two in the morning. Joe only gets
one at most. Now what seems not right?"
Pete knew when he was beaten, so he just shrugged and headed for the
bedroom.
For her part, Maria felt like she was in heaven. She was actually going
to sleep with her lover! She knew he needed his sleep, and she would
let him get it. Nothing could top their 'honeymoon' yesterday, so sex
was not her priority tonight. If he wanted her, she would be there for
him. If he only wanted to sleep, she would be ecstatic just to be able
to sleep pressed against him.
They did make love, once, very tenderly, and fell asleep shortly
afterward to beautiful dreams.
Chapter 4
Joe was going to have to work early every day through Wednesday, so
Maria didn't push spending any more evenings in bed with him until that
was over. As for the time she spent in Joe's bedroom late every
afternoon, she figured what Pete didn't know wouldn't hurt him,
especially since she made sure Pete got hot sex every night.
It was Tuesday night, as she and Pete were both about to drift off to
sleep, that she came to a shocking realization. She was really enjoying
sex with Pete, and part of the time she wasn't even thinking about Joe
while they did it. It still felt totally different from what she and
Joe did - with Joe it was making love, while with Pete it was just sex.
Nevertheless, it was very nice sex.
But as nice as the evening sex with Pete might be, and as wonderful as
the afternoon lovemaking with Joe made her feel, she still wasn't
satisfied. Her times with Joe were far too rushed, and the possibility
that the kids might need her was too distracting. She really, really,
needed a long loving session with Joe again. She was dreaming of
Thursday as a time that she and Joe could be together all day, but even
that was going to have to be carefully worked around the needs of the
kids. Well, there would be naptime, but that wouldn't be nearly long
enough. She needed some prime evening time with her lover. And, if she
could work it, another night would be fantastic.
Wednesday after dinner she pulled her husband aside and kissed him
rather passionately. She marveled at how natural that had become.
"Honey, I was thinking, Joe has been working early every day, but not
tomorrow. After our wild weekend, and then nothing, he must be getting
all hot and bothered." [Or so Pete thinks]. "So I was wondering could I
maybe spend a little time with him this evening after the kids are
down, before you and I go to bed."
"That depends," Pete grinned, "on what's going to happen after you and
I go to bed."
"Oh, I think I can promise a lot will happen. At least if I am doing
the saying."
"Oh, fuck, yes. I'm going to be so ready."
"Me to. But, maybe, could Joe and I start a little early if we promise
to be very quiet until after you put the kids to bed?"
"Sure, go for it. And tell him his brother hopes he has a fucking
fantastic time."
That's why Maria and Joe got a long, loving, three hour prelude that
night to the delights that awaited them the next day. And that's also
why Pete got two hours of incredible sex later that night, sex that was
punctuated by screaming climax after screaming climax from his wife.
Those were genuine climaxes, not faked and not driven by secret
fantasies. After three hours of tender lovemaking with Joe, Maria was
primed for some raw sex, and she didn't care who provided it.
As for Pete, he was feeling incredibly mellow when the next evening
rolled around, and ready for almost anything so long as it included sex
with his hot wife. He even half expected what she proposed.
"Maybe this time we do the other way from last night," she suggested.
"But I want to spend more time with Pete than I did with Joe. Maybe you
play with the kids, Joe, and put them to bed at eight. Pete and I can
go to bed right now, then some time in the middle of the night I come
and wake you up, no?"
"So, you're saying I get to fuck you as long as I want, and also sleep
with you," Pete asked, to be sure he understood. "It's just that when I
wake up in the morning you'll be gone."
Maria nodded.
"Yeah, I can live with that," he acknowledged.
Joe decided he could definitely live with that. It meant he wasn't
going to have to wait for Pete to leave as he had so many mornings
recently. It meant he could sleep with the woman he now realized he
loved, and wake up to lazy lovemaking in the morning; lovemaking that
would become more and more passionate as their early morning time wore
on. And even that would be only a prelude to another whole day together
with her. Oh, yeah, he could live with that.
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Oh, how Maria wished she could have more nights like that, but she knew
that would be pushing Pete too far. The next two mornings would be
weekend mornings. Could she expect Pete to get up in the morning and
take care of the kids while she and Joe were still fucking? Not a
chance. But after the weekend, things looked much better. Joe would be
working late through Tuesday. If she could slip into his bed very late
Sunday night, they could have a relaxed and delicious time together
Monday morning. The same could happen -- if she was very lucky --
Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. So, Friday and Saturday nights, she
decided, would be devoted to her husband. She'd be there for him all
evening, and the next morning as well. Maybe after that she could get
away with spitting three nights.
Incredibly, Pete almost seemed to approve of the new sleeping
arrangements, or perhaps he was just resigned to the inevitable.
Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights saw three ecstatically happy adults
in the family, despite Maria's bed hopping, starting each night in
Pete's bed and finishing it in Joe's. Wednesday, of course, was
something else. It was the start of Joe's 'weekend', and another
glorious day together for the two lovers.
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That evening Maria's sense of fairness caught up with her. Pete hadn't
said anything, but she was sure he must know that she and Joe were
getting together on his days off. And Pete knew that Joe had Wednesday
and Thursday off this week. So Wednesday night she devoted herself 100%
to Pete. She tried to make it very, very, good for him, because she was
already making some naughty plans for Thurdsay night.
The next night Maria announced that since Joe would be working early
mornings she was going to reverse what they did at the beginning of the
week. She would start each night in Joe's bed, and finish it in Pete's.
Pete wasn't very happy with this idea, but Maria was adamant, and he
finally agreed. He kept grumbling about it all weekend, though, so she
decided Monday night it was time to get everything out in the open.
"Look, guys, we need to talk. You know I having sex with both of you,
and we all know you both love having sex with me. No disagree right?"
Pete and Joe both shook their heads.
"So, I tried to be fair. I spend half the night with each of you. We
change who gets first and who gets last. But it still is not fair. You
guys have to sleep alone half the time, and you hate it. I sleep with
someone all the time."
"True," Pete pointed out, "but since we're two guys and only one gal,
there's no fucking way we can get around that. Except," he said,
glaring at his brother belligerently, "that she happens to be my wife,
and not yours."
"Oh, yeah?" Joe shot back, "How about the fact that I'm the one she
really loves, not you?"
Pete blanched, his mouth fell open, and he looked desperately back and
forth between Joe and Maria. Finally he swallowed, his eyes bored into
Maria, and he demanded, "Is that true?"
Maria took several deep breaths while she tried to decide how she could
handle this. She finally said, "You are both partly right and partly
wrong. I do love Joe, but I love Pete, too, in a different way. I am
Pete's wife, but I also belong to Joe. No way can I give either one of
you up for the other one. Please, guys, if you fight over me it will
ruin everything."
Joe frowned and shook his head as if to clear his mind. "What are you
saying? I thought you didn't care about Pete. I thought you loved me,
and it was all just a sham with him."
"No Joe, I maybe felt that way at first, but not now. Pete and I are so
much better now than we ever have been. I love sex with him, I love
being his wife."
Pete sighed. "You love sex with me, and you love being a wife, but
you're not saying you love me."
"You no are listening. I did say I love you, just in a different way
from how I love Joe. Come on, guys, we no fight, OK? We work this out
together. I want to be with each of you as much as I can. That means,
when I can, I want to be with both of you. Like right now. You see?"
She stopped, and looked from one to the other.
"And like an hour from now."
She stopped again to gather her courage.
"And like all night tonight."
"You mean ...," Pete was having trouble wrapping his brain around this
one. "You mean ... sleeping with both of us, at the same time?"
She nodded.
"But ... but," he spluttered, "when would we ever get to fuck?"
"You can fuck me any time you want to," she assured him in a very
sultry voice. "And Joe can fuck me any time he wants to. And if you
both want to fuck me you can take turns, one after the other after the
other, and on and on all night, if you feel like it."
Both guys looked at her in shock. Never had they heard her talk like
that, and never would they have dreamed she would suggest such a thing.
Joe recovered first.
"Oh, yes! Oh, my God, yes," he beamed, "That sounds wonderful, darling.
I think between us we can make you the happiest woman in the entire
world. And that would make me the happiest man."
"Yes, cariño, I do hope so."
Pete stared at them in disbelief, watching the way their faces glowed
as their eyes caressed each other. "Damn! You really do love each
other, don't you?"
"Yes, we do," Joe replied gently, "very much. But we also both love
you, Pete, very much. That's why we didn't leave you when we fell in
love."
Maria nodded. "I love you, Pete. You love Joe. Joe loves me. I love
Joe. Joe loves you. You love me. We all belong together. Come, now we
all go to bed together and make love."
They did make love that night. Time after time they expressed their
love for each other. It is worth noting that no one said another word
about fucking that night, before, during, or after. Not one word after
Maria's shocking speech in response to Pete's question about it.
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Every night after that the three of them slept together, the guys
taking Maria to climax after climax. Sometimes they took turns,
sometimes they both worked on her at the same time, one at each side or
one at each end. One way or another, they all had more orgasms than
they could count.
It was Sunday morning, a week later. Joe had worked the late shift the
night before, so Maria and Pete had spent a passionate night in bed by
themselves before Joe had crawled in about midnight. They were all very
tired by then, so Joe and Maria had made love only once before everyone
fell asleep.
Sunday morning, and they could have slept in, except no one wanted to
sleep. Pete woke first, lying on his side with his hard-on rubbing
against Maria's thigh. It was barely light out, but he could see that
she had thrown the covers back, exposing her breasts. The one on his
side didn't remain exposed long; his mouth saw to that. That woke her,
and her moans woke Joe. As soon as he saw what was happening he echoed
Pete's actions on Maria's other breast.
Things escalated quickly from there; a hand on her belly and a
different one combing through the hair below it; a finger tickling its
way up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and a different one
tracing the outline of her lower lips. Soon, oh God, two fingers
ramming up her cunt, and a separate thumb and finger touching,
stroking, lightly squeezing her clit.
Maria groaned hoarsely, wriggled her way lower in bed, and rolled
against Pete with her upper knee pointed in the air. A hand she thrust
down between them found his cock and positioned it so she could slam
against him, taking it inside. She let him take over then, pumping into
her while she lay there, reveling in the feel of Pete's cock ramming up
inside her, Joe's cock rubbing against her ass, Pete's hands pulling
her face to him, Joe's hand massaging her breast, Pete's kisses on her
mouth and Joe's on her neck and ear, all bringing her quickly to a
screaming climax.
Pete came when she did, and she thanked him with passionate kisses
before rolling toward her other lover. She pushed Joe onto his back and
straddled him, which caused Pete's cum to start dribbling from her cunt
and lubricating Joe's cock.
"I want it in me," were her first words of the morning, followed by
jerking motions as she tried to make it happen.
Joe helped with his hand, and soon she was sinking down, feeling that
familiar shaft pierce her deeply, touch and caress her cervix as it
always did. She gyrated wildly on top of him, driving herself higher
and higher until she hit a jerking, pulsing peak, and then collapsed on
top of him, kissing him as passionately as she had Pete a bit earlier.
Joe hadn't come yet, but he didn't care. Giving her pleasure was
pleasure enough for him, for now. His turn would come.
After resting a bit, Maria rolled off Joe, and onto her back between
her two lovers. The sheets had long since been kicked out of the way.
She spread her legs, turned toward Pete, and reached for him.
"Come here, lover," she moaned as she pulled him on top of her.
Pete had already recovered enough to be hard, at least hard enough to
shove himself into her, and that was exactly what she needed.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she gasped in time with his rhythm.
And so began their Sunday morning, another morning of incredible highs
for all three of them, of passion that went on for more than two hours.
Until finally they were all just lying there on their backs,
recovering, with Maria in the middle, as always.
"I am not sure you guys know this," Maria finally said after they had
all mellowed out, "but it has been six weeks since ..."
"Oh," Pete tried to finish for her, "six weeks since the night Joe and
I watched that soccer game, the California Clasico, and then we had
that big talk afterward."
Maria giggled. "Yes, that, too, but I was thinking of something else.
What is that word you once told me, Joe, for what happens to a woman
every month?"
"Her period, you mean?"
"Yes, that word. It is six weeks since that period went away, and I no
have had any period since."
Pete stared at her for several seconds. "You mean you're pregnant?" he
finally asked.
Maria nodded.
"So, who's the daddy?" Joe grinned.
Maria giggled again. "There is no way to tell, is there? But all my
babies will call Pete their daddy, and you will always be Tio Joe. Can
both you guys live with that?"
Joe nodded. "I can, yes. How about you, buddy?"
"Yeah, I can live with it, since it's you, bro. Besides, I'll get all
the credit. But Maria, honey, what did you mean 'babies'? Are you ...
Oh, I get it, you're including little Petey and Tina, right?"
Maria just smiled and snuggled closer to him. "Si, that too. But I am
wanting this to go on for years and years, and for that there will be
more babies."
"There doesn't have to be, you know," Joe suggested. "We could take
some precautions."
"Joe! What are you meaning? You know El Papa says we no must ever do
that. It is the will of God. I no could ever go against El Papa!"
"Oh, really? Do you think the Pope would approve of what we're doing
right now?"
Maria let out a contented sigh. "No, but that only is because El Papa
no is a woman; a woman who is lying between her two lovers,
completamente satisfecho."
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My special thanks to Bondi Beach for his help in Spanish wording, since
I don't speak the language, and my apologies for not always following
his suggestions.
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