He didn’t know what got into his wife, but he knew who got into her

I swear, after 32 years to­geth­er I never saw it coming from my wife. It started two weeks ago when Carol and I made the four-hour drive to visit her ex-brother-in-law Rod, who was mar­ried to her sister till they split six years ago. We visit him once or twice a year, and he drives in to see us occasionally. The relationship is friendly, with no hard feelings. He never did remarry.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday were uneventful, just sitting around shooting the bull. But Sunday, sitting in the living room with drinks (Rod and I were drinking beer; Carol already had two large glasses of wine), the mood seemed different.

Rod left the room for refills. Carol, who was seated next to me on the couch, tucked her legs under her rump. She was in her same clothes she wore to church that morning except she had removed her hose and was bare-legged as well as barefoot. Her toenails were painted bright red.

She dropped a hand to my lap, and I felt her fist encircle my limp cock. It didn’t stay soft for long as she began to squeeze it, then release it—squeeze and release, all the time we were alone.

She spoke up in a low, sexy voice: “I’m horny. Let’s ­excuse ourselves and go to the bedroom and I’ll take care of your problem.” She had my cock fully swollen, with her fist still active.

“Rod will be back soon,” I said, and she said, “Then let me take care of you here on the couch.” I said again that Rod was due back any second, and she said, “Well, let him watch! I’m so hot, I bet I could do both of you.”
I said, “You’re drunk.”

“Maybe,” she said, “but I still say I could do you both. Come on, I never took on two guys before.”

Just then Rod walked in, two beers in one hand and another large glass of wine for Carol in the other. She kept playing with my prick even as she took her wine. He saw what she was doing.

Again he sat across from us, and now had a better look under Carol’s skirt. “How ’bout it?” she said to me. “You gonna let me give you a blowjob?” My face turned red. “Rod won’t mind,” she said. “I’ll bet he’d like to watch me suck you off. Wouldn’t you, Rod?”

In all our years together I had never heard Carol talk like this! She was a different person. I felt her fumble with my belt buckle and then go for my zipper. I saw that Rod’s eyes were glued to her busy hand, and he had a huge smile. She took two or three more gulps of wine, and then set her glass back down and went to work getting my swollen prick out of my jockey shorts. She had trouble maneuvering it but finally got it out, pointing straight up at the ceiling, the golf-ball-size head wet with precome. She took my cock in her fist and began to move the tight foreskin up and down, milking a large drop of precome out. “See, you’re enjoying this!” she said. She kept pumping me.

Now she placed her legs wide apart on the floor, giving Rod a long look at her panty-covered crotch. (Oh wait, she was wearing panties, wasn’t she?) She lowered her head to my crotch, and a long line of drool escaped from her mouth and came to rest on my hard-on.

Before the drool got to my pubic hair, she engulfed my dick. Her tongue moved all over my dick—now pulling and drawing up on it as if she was sucking on a straw, now with only the head in her mouth, teasing me with a flicking tongue. Again I looked at Rod. With a gigantic smile, he gave me a thumbs-up. I exploded quickly, then lowered my eyes in time to see Carol gulping it down.

That night I was awakened by a voice. Rod was standing at Carol’s side of the bed. “Get up,” he whispered, “I have to talk to you.” She got out of bed. He took her hand, and I saw the two dark shadows leave the room. I lay quiet listening for voices, but heard nothing. I raced to the hallway, then tiptoed to Rod’s bedroom. His door was completely open.

Peeking in, I saw Rod lay­ing on top of Carol missionary-style, bare-chested but in a shortie pj bottom. Carol was in full pj’s They were locked in a passionate kiss.

Rod said, “I’m going to take your bottom off and fuck your brains out.”
“Just be quiet,” she said.

“I think maybe I’ll yell,” he said, louder. “I want Roy to come watch me screw you. I’ll call him in here.”
“No, don’t,” she said. “That’ll just spoil it.”

Rod had his hands in the waistband of Carol’s pj bottom, and pulled it down her legs quickly and forcefully. Now he removed his own pj bottom. His cock was stiff as a board, at least seven inches sticking straight out. Again he mounted my wife, and the two kissed long and hard.

He reached down between them, and as she opened her legs, I could tell he was putting his prick in her. Now, with a hard-on, I watched my ex-brother-in-law moving his ass up and down. He wasn’t fucking her gently—he was really pounding her.

Then there was a quick, hard thrust, and Rod’s hips stopped moving, with his prick buried in my wife. The tiny muscles on his butt twitched uncontrollably, and I knew he was spewing his load in her pussy. I could not believe I was watching ­another man coming in my wife, and I was enjoying it!

When I was satisfied that they were done, I slipped back down the hall to our bedroom. When Carol returned, in her pj’s, she got in bed without paying me any mind. And she never did say anything about what happened, not even during the long ride home. As far as I know, she still doesn’t know what I saw.

—Name and address withheld