Brother's wife Stories

The living room was a cacophony of activity. Our nieces squabbled over dolls, while the nephews turned the sofa into a foam dart battlefield. Daniel, my husband, reclined on the other sofa, laughing with his brothers over exaggerated childhood tales. I nestled into an armchair, phone in hand, a quiet observer amid the chaos. The screen’s glow offered a calm reprieve. No one noticed the quiet woman in the corner, not even...

Whenever I drift into erotic reverie, my mind is consumed by one of two men. I alternate between them in my fantasies, and my selection depends on my mood. Imagining one man makes me come faster, while imagining the other makes me come harder. The first man? My husband, Seth. I don't know if that's surprising or to be expected, seeing as how we've been together over five years. Bearded and strong, the way he fucks often b...

With a satisfied sigh, I sat back on the loveseat and spread my thighs, my hand releasing my erect cock, which along with my balls thumps softly on the leather cushions beneath me as I beheld the beauty slowly moving to the music before me. To the tune of a sultry, Latin-inspired electronica instrumental, her narrow hips swayed and curled, the faint thickness around her waist pinching up a little with each gyration. The t...

Liam Kelly sat in his favourite chair, sipping a whiskey sour and watching the news in his Belfast home. Through the open-plan living room & kitchen, he saw his two children, John and Olivia, packing their bags for university. John, almost twenty, had already spent a year at uni, but for eighteen-year-old Olivia, it would be her first foray into the big bad world. Liam sat back and admired the two mini-adults he had creat...

Margot looked around sleepily, reached for her phone, and pressed the unlock button to find that it was close to 9 o’clock in the morning. On and off, amidst the chirping of birds, she could detect the sounds of splashing water and something like a manual pump from the backside of the mud hut. Through the thick rectangular dried mud window, Margot stared briefly at the crop fields, shining golden in the bright sun. Knowin...

Quinton was my older brother, a go-getter kind of big brother, and I was happy to basically follow in his footsteps, almost. He would often lead a group of us kids and I was happy to tag along. We hit high school and life began to change. At high school, we both discovered masturbation and girls.Soon after leaving high school my brother and I, along with a couple of our friends, went mountain biking together in the new fo...