His Brother's Wife

by Mia Ford

  I pulled my phone into my lap and clicked open the picture Tiffany had just sent. She was standing in front of her mirror completely naked, her tits round and vibrant, her hair trickling over her shoulders, and her pussy plump and ready for me. I could already imagine sliding my finger between her folds while I massaged her breasts. I seriously felt like I didn’t have enough hands. There were just too many places I wanted to caress, and no patience to wait. I clicked open the message and told her I would be over at lunch. She sent back a winking faced emoji, and immediately, I started to get nervous. Well, maybe nervous wasn’t the right word for it, maybe excited would better describe the raging hard-on I was hiding underneath my desk.

  “Jason,” Jordan shouted. “Are you even listening?”

  “Oh,” I said putting my phone down. “Sorry, what was that?”

  “Are you going to be done with the ice cream company’s report by tomorrow?”

  “Uh, yeah,” I said looking down at the file. “No problem.”

  “Damn, dude, I asked you three times.” He rolled his eyes.

  “Sorry, man. I’m a bit preoccupied today,” I said, shaking my head and leaning forward.

  “Whatever,” Jordan said with a sigh. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Yeah,” I said, looking back at my phone.

  I clicked open another picture and laughed. At that moment, I had never been so happy that I bought her that selfie stick two years ago for Christmas. She was lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread open, with her fingers rubbing her clit. God, I was going to fuck the hell out of this girl. Her caption read, “Hurry up, I need you inside of me.” Talk about wanting to take an early lunch. But it was only ten in the morning. There was no way I could sneak out that early, though I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it back that afternoon. In fact, I was pretty sure if I had it my way, I’d have Tiffany naked for the rest of her time out of work.

  I tried to focus on the file in front of me, but with texts coming in every few minutes, Jordan giving me the death glare from outside my office, and my constant shift from semi-chub to full on massive erection, there was no way I was going to get anything done. I put my phone in my pocket and breathed deeply until I was okay to walk out into the hallway. There was really no hiding this kind of boner, and it was starting to ache, it was so ready for her. I grabbed a cup of coffee, put my cream and sugar in, and went back to my desk. I pulled open the file, knowing if I wanted to waste the rest of the day with this girl, I was going to have to at least finish this file. By the time I was done, it was a quarter to twelve and immediately my heart started racing. I dropped the file on my brother’s desk, glad he was not there, and grabbed my jacket. I wanted to get out of the office without too much questioning, and it proved easier than I thought since my father was in a client meeting when I left.

  I decided to take a cab, so my brother wouldn’t try to interrogate our drivers and so I wouldn’t blow my cover. While I knew I should feel guilty for sneaking around, I didn’t. Instead, it was pretty thrilling to be jumping in a cab to give it to this girl who was way out of bounds. Not only that, but Tiffany was amazing, and after I got this arousal out of my system, I wanted to talk with her, really see where her mind was at. She was still reeling from the change of life she was experiencing, but she also seemed to be right where I was when it came to seeing each other. In fact, it shocked me that she was all about me coming over to her place, something I thought she would push off. But I wasn’t going to argue with the girl, those pictures were enough for any man to throw caution to the wind and say screw it.

  When I pulled up in front of the house, I started to get nervous. The last time I had been there, things were fine between her and Jordan, though I still didn’t feel that guilt I probably should. The amount of intense sexual desire between us, both in the elevator and through these messages was beyond anything I had felt with anyone else. As I walked toward the door, a level of excitement bubbled in my gut. I couldn’t even begin to know what to expect. I knocked on the door and waited, listening to Tiffany’s footsteps as she approached. She cracked the door and smiled at me, opening it and stepping to the side. I walked in and looked around, realizing she had done some redecorating since the last time I was there. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, sending heat into my belly. She turned and walked toward the living room, wearing tight spandex shorts and a low-cut sweater. She looked fucking smoking hot.

  When I turned the corner in the living room, I felt Tiffany’s body press hard against mine. She ran her lips up my neck and breathed heavily into my ear. Instantly, my hands ran up underneath her sweater, remembering what her body looked like underneath. She was wearing a strapless bra under her top, and I pulled it down, massaging her firm perky tits. She pushed her open mouth against mine, and we kissed deep and longingly. She pulled back, breathing heavy as I pushed her against the wall.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she said breathlessly. “It’s only been a couple of weeks.”

  “Maybe.” I kissed her neck and watched her bite her lip and lean her head against the wall.

  I put my other hand under her shirt and pushed hard on her breasts, massaging them deeply. My hips moved forward, and I ran my hard cock against her, my pants becoming painfully tight. She pushed back with her hips and moaned as it ran over her pussy. She reached forward and took my shaft into her hands through my pants, squeezing hard. I reached around to unclasp her bra and then pulled her sweater over her head.

  “This is going so fast,” I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders. “Maybe we should slow down.”

  “Mmhmm,” she moaned as I pulled on her tight spandex pants. “Maybe we should.”

  She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my feet. I flipped my shoes off and stepped out of them, my cock finally getting a bit of breathing room in my boxer briefs. Tiffany trailed her fingers down my stomach and reached down into my boxers, staring me in the eyes as she pulled my dick out and began to jerk it fast and hard. I reached forward and pulled down her panties, spreading her legs with my knees and cupping her wet pussy. She moaned loudly as I rubbed back and forth between the folds, matching her intensity.

  “You like that?” I whispered into her ear.

  “Mmhmm,” she moaned.

  “How about this?” I pushed two fingers deep inside of her and watched as she arched her back and spread her legs wider.

  “Yes,” she screamed out.

  She turned her hand over on my cock and rubbed it hard and slow as she moved her hips in rhythm with my hand pushing in and out of her. I took my other hand and continued to massage her tits, feeling her nipples harden as soon as my hand brushed over them. I looked at her body writhing at my touch, and my cock instantly got harder. Her curves and dips were so fucking sexy, all I wanted to do was wrap her legs around my waist and fuck her right here against the wall. But then, it would be over quickly, and I had no plans to make this a quick thing. I wanted to savor her, make her come over and over again, taste her, and finally, when she was satisfied, I wanted to fuck her so hard she begged me not to stop. I wanted to see those tits bouncing up and down as my body slammed into her over and over, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, and then pushing her further over the edge. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her right then, and from the juices running down my hand, I could tell the feeling was mutual.

  I took my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed the head of my cock through her folds, letting her feel it for just a second. She moaned and grabbed at me, trying to get it inside of her, but I wasn’t ready, knowing once I was all the way in, there would be no stopping. She breathed heavily, waiting to feel my shaft inside of her. I grabbed my cock and hovered the tip just over her pussy. I pushed in just about an inch, letting her get just a taste before pulling back out and smiling.

  “Fuck me, damn it,” she growled.

  “Not yet,” I whispered. “First, I want to taste you.”

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  Tiffany

  I pressed my back against the wall, my hands holding my breasts and the air leaving my chest as Jason dipped down on his knees and moved his tongue through my wetness. I had never been in a situation where I felt so much want and need for anyone. I couldn’t even start to come to terms with what was going on with Jason and I, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was let go and let him take my body. The plethora of text messages that had been sent back and forth over the last day had gotten me hot and bothered, and though part of me wanted to take care of it myself and not get involved in anything complicated, I knew my own fingers were not going to do the trick in this situation. I needed Jason, all of him, every damn inch of him to make me feel better, and I was determined to give him the time of his life.

  There was something so hot about Jason’s face pressed between my legs, almost as if I had wanted him there a lot longer than I realized. He reached up and tugged at my waist, pulling me down to the floor. I leaned my upper back against the wall as he pushed my thighs wide apart and dove down with his mouth. I could feel his lips caress my mound like they did my own lips just a day before, and I moaned loudly as his tongue did circle eights over my clit. My hands moved down to Jason’s head, and I pushed my fingers through his dark hair, feeling his head swivel as his intensity increased. I gasped as he slid two fingers inside of me and began to push in and out, his mouth firmly planted on my nub, sucking and nibbling me closer and closer to orgasm. I breathed deeply, trying to keep myself under control but there was no way I could at that point, the wanting had been there for so long.

  The heat of the moment bubbled up in my stomach as I began to grind my hips against his face. Sensing how close I was, he picked up the pace, moving his fingers deeper and harder, and pressing his mouth firmly into my wetness. I cried out, throwing my hands to my side and grinding my hips. He clamped his hands around my waist and moved me with his mouth, bringing a feeling of pleasure surging through me. Like the fire that ignited the bomb, that pleasure pushed my orgasm over the edge. I screamed again, tightening every muscle in my body, arching my back and taking in a deep breath. The waves of orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, and I could barely keep my composure. As the juices flowed, Jason moved his mouth over my pussy fast, lapping up my taste and groaning. As my muscles relaxed, and I let out a deep breath, I could feel a smile pull at the edges of Jason’s lips. I leaned forward, pushing him back and climbing to my knees.

  “Stand up,” I said, biting my lip.

  He scrambled to his feet and cleared his throat, ready for what was going to come next. I raked my fingers down his sides and grabbed onto his ass, pulling his body toward me. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his long hard shaft, almost taken back by how big it was. I looked up into his eyes and grinned as I closed my eyes and took his cock deep into my throat. He lurched and groaned as I deep throated his shaft, pressing my lips against his skin at the base. His eyes got big as I sucked hard, pulling it back out and then diving back down. He wrapped his fingers gently through my hair and pushed gently against my head, taking only slight control. As I pulled my head back up, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, sucking hard. He moaned out, grabbing harder at my hair. His hips began to thrust forward as his hand held my face still. I opened my mouth wide and allowed him to push deep down into my throat. My eyes watered as I looked up at him, his face dark with desire. I reached my hands up and coddled his balls, gently massaging them as he picked up the pace.

  I moaned quietly, the arousal simmering in my belly while I watched him fuck my mouth. It was as if we couldn’t get enough of each other in those moments. He pulled back, loosening his grip on my hair and taking a calming breath as he looked down at me. Slowly, he reached down and scooped me into his arms, carrying me back toward the bedroom. I ran my lips across his neck, feeling his strong hands gripping my thighs and his muscular arms beneath me. He gently laid me down on the bed, and I pulled my head up on the pillow. As he hovered over me, I could see the passion in his stare and despite my assumption that he would dive right in, he ran his fingers through my hair, resting his body to the side. His face pushed down toward mine, and he kissed my lips, gently at first, but then turning deeper and needier. His hands slipped over my breasts, and he grasped them, massaging with his hands as his tongue explored my mouth. I gasped as his hard cock rubbed against my side, making more wetness pool between my legs. I wanted him so badly, but this touch was something I had not experienced before, his emotions spilling out over my skin. The men in this family were never very good at verbal expression, but Jason had found an outlet to express his.

  Slowly, he rolled over on top of me, pushing my legs apart, his eyes still focused on mine. My breath picked up from the intensity of the contact, and I gasped as his cock slowly slid through my juices. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, feeling every inch of him fill me up. His lips trailed down my throat as his hips began to push forward slowly until our bodies connected. I opened my eyes and found his stare still steady, and I locked on as if our gaze was what held us together. He penetrated me to the core, groaning into my mouth as our lips hovered closely together. I could feel the bulge in his cock as he took his time, wanting more but holding back. His restraint was almost more than I could handle, and my fingertips danced across his back, secretly begging him for more. As if he could read what was in my mind through my eyes, he started going faster, his hips moving in a wave as his body swiped across my clit. I pulled my legs up to the sides of his body and held tightly to his neck, pulling his body close to mine.

  I could feel the muscles tense and release as he pushed forward with his legs, holding himself just inches with his massive trembling arms. My body reacted in every way to his lustful gaze and all-encompassing coverage. My hips tilted upward and my thighs relaxed, opening myself to him fully. It was the first time I had ever felt that comfortable with a man before. I wanted all of him, and I yearned to feel him come inside of me, knowing it was safe since my condition didn’t allow me to have children. The feeling was free with no attachments of stress or anger. It was just two people connecting on a level beyond cosmic, and it seemed the world had stood still. I moaned quietly with my breath as the buildup of another orgasm brewed inside of me. The feeling of his soft warm skin brushing against my wetness sent ribbons of arousal through my body.

  Jason’s movements grew stronger and more powerful, showing me he, too, was reaching the edge of his climax. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought to control his muscles. His body yearned to let loose while his mind concentrated on the deep steady movements inside of me. I knew I needed to give him permission to free himself from the constant need to fill me with his shaft and allow himself to feel the orgasm fighting to break through. I leaned my face to his ear and whispered.

  “I want to feel you come.”

  He groaned loudly and let out a deep breath, pushing his arms up and grabbing my thighs. He hooked my legs over his arms and began to thrust deeper and harder. His speed quickened and the strained look from before was replaced with determination. He bit his lip as his hips moved faster and faster, his cock throbbing for release. I reached my arms over my head and grabbed the edge of the mattress moaning loudly as he pushed into me hard and deep. My muscles began to tense as the feeling of skin on mine pushed me over my edge. I arched my back and tilted my head, screaming loudly as ribbons of pleasure flowed through my body, taking over my senses and blinding me with passion. I could feel him sit up and grab me under the back as he pushed several times short and hard inside of me. With the final push, his fingers grabbed at my skin and his muscles tightened. His eyes closed as his head tilted backward, and I could feel the explosion of his seed inside of me. I screamed out in pleasure as his cock pulsated against my already shivering walls. Deep groaning sounds escaped his throat as he twitched in front of me, letting the last of his orgasm simmer out.

  For several minutes he sat there, holding my exhausted, heaving body in his arms as one by one, his
muscles relaxed. He laid me down gently on the bed and let out a deep breath, pulling his still hard cock from inside of me and collapsing on the bed next to me. We laid there in pleasured silence for several minutes before he turned on his side and propped his head up on his hand. He moved the hair from my face and pulled the sheet up over my exposed body. I smiled as he leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I glanced over at the clock and chuckled.

  “I think I made you late for work,” I whispered.

  “I’m not going back,” he said grinning. “I can’t leave this. Hell, my father is the owner of the company. I’ve never used that to my advantage to miss work, but today, I think it will be okay.”

  “Good,” I said touching his face. “I like you here.”

  “I like being here, with you,” he said kissing my cheek. “And I want to talk to you about your medical condition.”

  “Okay,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “Well, it's called PCOS, Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I grow a bunch of small cysts on my ovaries, and in turn, it makes it pretty much impossible to get pregnant. It’s been a bit to take in. I mean I lost any chance to have a child and lost my husband all in one month. It’s been overwhelming, to say the least.”

  “I know,” he said looking at me in a way no other man ever had. “I’d like to help if you’d let me. I have some contacts with some amazing doctors, and I’d like to set you up for a second opinion.”

  “That would be amazing,” I said. I bet he didn’t know just how awesome he was.

  “Good,” he said, smiling. “That was easy.”

  “I’m not one to fight someone looking out for my best interest,” I laughed.

  “I’ll always look out for your best interest,” he replied.

  And I was going to hold him to that.