My Husband's Hot Brother

As I went about my daily chores, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. I peeked through the window and saw it was my husband's brother, a man who could make any woman's heart race. He was here to drop off a package, but my husband was nowhere to be found.

I opened the door, greeting him with a smile. "Hi, come on in. I'm just finishing up some things around the house."

He stepped inside and set the package on the table. "No problem. I won't keep you long.”

As he looked up at me, I saw the hunger in his eyes. I knew this was my chance. I walked closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Actually, I could use some help with something. My husband's not home right now, and I don't want to bother anyone else."

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Sure, what do you need?"

I reached out, gently touching his arm. "I was hoping you could help me with this."

He looked down at my hand, then back up at me. I could see the heat in his gaze, the desire building between us.

"I think I can handle that," he said, his voice low and sultry.

I led him to the bedroom, my heart racing with anticipation. I turned to face him, my body pressing against his as I reached up to kiss him.

He responded eagerly, and I could feel the passion emanating from him, the hardness of his arousal pressing against me.

I pulled away, my breath coming in short gasps. "Let's take this off," I said, gesturing to his shirt.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with desire as he pulled it off, revealing his muscular chest. I reached out, running my fingers over his skin, feeling the warmth of his body.

He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, the heat of his arousal making me wet.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he growled, his breath hot against my ear.

I moaned, my hips grinding against him as I reached down to touch him. He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants.

I undid his belt, my hands shaking with excitement as I pulled down his zipper. He groaned as I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hips thrusting into my hand.

I kissed him again, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace as I stroked him. I could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in my hand.

"I want you," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer. "You have me," he growled, his voice thick with heavy.

I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the tip.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked him deeper into my mouth.

I could feel him growing harder and larger in my mouth, and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him hit the back of my throat. I sucked and licked at him, my hands working his shaft as I brought him closer and closer to the edge.

But I wasn't ready for him to come yet. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. I stood up, my hand guiding his cock towards my wet pussy.

"Fuck me," I whispered, my eyes locked onto his.

He didn't need any more encouragement. He thrust into me, hard and deep, making me cry out with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me as he began to fuck me.

His hips pistoned back and forth, driving himself deeper and deeper into my pussy. I could feel every inch of him filling me up and stretching me wide. I moaned and cried out, my fingers digging into his back as he fucked me harder and harder.

"You like that?" he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "You like feeling my cock inside you?"

"Yes," I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. "I love it. Fuck me harder, please."

He obliged, his thrusts growing more and more intense as he took me to the brink of orgasm. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body shaking with pleasure as he drove me closer and closer to the brink.

And then, with one final thrust, I came, my body shuddering with pleasure as I felt him fill me up with his seed. I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as he held me close, our bodies entwined in a tangle of sweat and pleasure.

We collapsed onto the floor, our bodies spent and sated. I looked up at him, a grin spreading across my face.

"That was incredible," I whispered.

He smiled down at me, his hand brushing a tendril of hair out of my face.

"Yeah, it was," he agreed. "But we can't let anyone find out."

"I know," I said, my heart twisting with guilt.

But even as I spoke the words, I knew that I would do it again. I couldn't resist the pull of his body, the thrill of our illicit affair. I wanted him, again and again, no matter what the cost.