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       NOTE: This story was passed onto me by Total Chuckold (CKHL)
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                                                      Brenda Gets It,  Part 1
       
         My wife, Brenda, has a sister, Tammi,  several years her
junior, that has always been on the wild side.  My prim and proper
wife was usually aghast at the latest information concerning her
little sister's sexual exploits.  It wasn't that she condemned her,
she just didn't understand her.  I, on the other hand was always
fascinated, and frequently aroused by her actions and her
appearance.  She looked spectacular in a mini-skirt, and I loved
hearing from my wife what Tammi had told her about her latest
lover's big cock.  I hoped in fact that Tammi's influence would
corrupt my wife, and when I look back now I can't help but wonder if
I've merely reaped what I had sown.  Many years ago I told my wife
that she could fuck anyone she wanted as long as my consent to her
infidelity remained our secret, that she let her lovers think she
was cheating, and she filled me in on all the details.  Even to this
day she has always maintained that she just isn't interested in
having sex with another man, so it surprised me to learn that she
had told her sister about our "agreement."  I was actually a little
embarrassed that someone in her family, particularly someone with so
little sense of discretion, was aware of my peculiar sexual
inclinations.  But Tammi told Brenda she thought it was cool and
actually offered to let her use her apartment to meet her lovers.
My wife, politely but chastely, thanked her for her offer but
declined her invitation.   I kept her offer in mind and sometime
later, when Brenda was pregnant with our first child,  I asked Tammi
if she knew any well hung guys she could set up with my wife.   She
was all for it, but didn't think it would appeal to her
straight-laced older sister.  And as it turned out, nothing ever
came of it.
       
       It took me awhile, and though I still encouraged her to
cheat, I eventually accepted the fact that my wife intended to keep
her wedding vows and remain faithful all her life.  It even seemed
that her sister was settling down. We had moved away and didn't see
her sister much, but rumor had it that she had met someone she
wanted to marry.  I think it was troubling to the family that Steve
was in his forties, almost twice Tammi's age.  My wife, who has
always appreciated older men, and I, soon became the only family
members that were not against her marrying Steve.  So it didn't
surprise us when Tammi and Steve showed up on our doorstep on their
"honeymoon" asking if they could stay with us.  They had eloped we
were told, and couldn't afford a proper honeymoon, but wanted
desperately to get away from the rest of the family for a few days.
We were sworn to secrecy about their marriage and were actually
happy to be of assistance.  It was a happiness that didn't last too
long.  As we got to know Steve it was hard to escape the conclusion
that Brenda's family had been right.   Steve was obnoxious,
arrogant, vulgar, and aggressive.  At 6'5", a good 260 lbs, he
reminded me of the school yard bully who secretly ashamed of
spending year after year in the sixth grade, realizes that he can
use his superior size and strength to punish the other students for
his stupidity.  "Remember when I said you could fuck anyone you
wanted too as long as you filled me in on all the detail," I told my
wife, "make that anyone but Steve." Prompted by my remark she told
me how Steve had crassly propositioned her before he'd even spent an
hour with us, and had been nearly unrelenting in his pursuit.
"Don't worry," she replied, "I don't think I've ever met a more
loathsome man."
       
       We probably should have asked them to leave then and there,
but we didn't know how to explain it to Tammi.  I think because she
knew I'd make a scene and embarrass her sister if she told me,
Brenda didn't mention that Steve's advances had included attempts at
kissing her, fondling her breasts, and feeling her up.  And since I
didn't know the full extent of what had been happening, we agreed
that for Tammi's sake we'd let them stay the week and just try to
make the best of it.
       
       Whether Steve mellowed or we became more tolerant, by the
third day of their stay, we seemed to be getting along well enough
for the four of us to go out dining and dancing. Both Tammi and
Brenda wore mini-skirts, and according to my wife, had mutually
agreed to wear crotchless pantyhose without their panties.  And
since Brenda told me, I suspect that Tammi had shared this fact with
Steve as well.  It seemed a curious and provocative choice given the
circumstances, but it was terribly arousing to view our sexy wives
together knowing what they weren't wearing, and though I can't
imagine Steve being any less effected, he appeared to be on his
absolute best behavior.
       
       The evening proceeded along rather innocently.  It wasn't
until after midnight and several drinks that Steve asked my wife to
dance.   I danced with Tammi and my cock was stiff the entire time.
All I could think about was fucking her. Looking at Steve and Brenda
I was surprised to observe his remarkable restraint, given his
actions of the past few days. He could have been her brother.
       
       Not much of a dancer myself, and half wasted, I soon grew
tired of dancing with Tammi  and managed to suppress my distaste for
Steve, allowing him to monopolize Brenda on the dance floor.  Pretty
soon there were guys coming over to the table to ask Tammi to dance
(an event to which I remember thinking that Steve was strangely
untroubled) and I found myself frequently sitting alone.   It gave
me plenty of time and opportunity to pay close attention to Steve
and my wife. With each dance he got a little bolder and Brenda a
little more drunk and little more receptive.  She apparently got
tired of pushing his hands away from her ass, for eventually I
watched her just shrug and rest her head on his shoulder, her arms
wrapped loosely around his neck, while his large hands just held and
kneaded her big butt. Though I was greatly disgusted with her casual
acquiescence to Steve's pawing, I was also more than a little
aroused and made allowance for her inebriated condition.   When we
got back to the house we went to our room and Steve and Tammi went
to theirs.  I know Steve  was "climbing the walls" horny, but Tammi
was so drunk we had to carry her into the bedroom.  Brenda and I
didn't even bother going to bed.  I sat her on the bathroom sink and
pushed her skirt up,  eating her pussy through her crotchless hose.
When I couldn't stand it any longer I just stood between her legs
and fucked her right on the sink, still clothed, her red spike heels
digging into my ass.  Brenda went into the kitchen afterwards to get
something to drink and I stayed in the bedroom and watched a late
movie on TV while I waited for her.  I guess I dozed off for a
couple of minutes and when I came around and she still wasn't back,
I went looking for her.
       
       Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble
of movement in the living room below me.  I stopped cold at the top
of the stairs trying to understand the scene in front of me.  There
was enough light drifting into the living room from the kitchen to
make out my 5'4", 125 pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get
away from Steve, who was on top of her and trying to kiss her.  I
remembered their last dance in the bar and stepped back into the
shadows out of sight wondering if she'd arranged to meet him.  It
just didn't make any sense, it was hard to imagine her taking such a
chance particularly with the children in the house.  Still I
hesitated.  A part of me, even while automatically trusting her,
felt an irrational jealously.  I wondered if she had lied about her
repulsion to his brash vulgarity.  I wondered why she hadn't cried
out, or had she while I was sleeping?   Maybe she liked him after
all. She'd always said she preferred older men.  He was tall,
muscular, and powerful.  Tammi had even bragged confidentially about
his cock size. Maybe she was turned on by his physical prowess and
rugged good looks. Thinking about it filled me with self-doubt and
self-loathing, diminishing me and sapping my confidence.  By the
time I realized with certainty that her behavior was anything but
consensual, I had already felt the last instinct for action drain
slowly out of me and I kept my place in the dark
       
                              My Wife Brenda Gets It - Pt 2
       
        Steve sat astride her waist and held her arms over her head,
clamping both her wrists together with one big powerful hand.  He
used his other hand to prevent her head from turning away as he
showered her face with kisses and alternately licked and sucked her
lips.  He was taking his time with her, savoring every second.
Whenever she opened her mouth to speak or cry out he buried his
tongue down her throat.  I could hear her grunting as she tried to
buck and heave her hips up to throw him off but there was just no
way she could dislodge him with his greatly superior weight and
strength. Kicking him in the back with the spike of her heel  seemed
to have some minimal effect, but by this time he had pulled her
blouse up and pushed her bra over her tits, and he managed to
diminish her enthusiasm for this approach by simply pinching and
tweaking her nipples.
       
       Repositioning himself to cover her mouth with his free hand,
he sucked her nipples alternately, one then the other and back
again.  He was at it for at least ten minutes before I finally heard
him speak. His boldness shocked me. His loud voice was almost a
challenge.  It left me with the feeling that nothing could make him
stop.  Little did I know that he was taunting me, having spotted me
lurking cowardly upstairs in the dark.  "I don't know why you're
fighting this," he told my wife, "telling your sister about your
crotchless pantyhose so she'd tell me, letting me grab your ass on
the dance floor with your husband right there, I've never seen a
cunt hotter to get fucked than you."  She pleaded with him to leave
her alone, even promising not to tell if he'd just stop.  Ignoring
her appeals,  he tried kissing her again but she turned her head
away, and this time rather than hold it in place he just tongued her
ear, licking her face and tonguing the other ear whenever she turned
her head to escape his hungry mouth.
       
       "Tammi told me about your husband's teeny little weenie. And
I know she told you about my big dick.  How much she loves it.
You're gonna love it too baby.  You're gonna be all mine once you
get fucked by a real man." Still holding her arms over her head with
one hand he used his other to unbutton his jeans and extract his
cock.  It was so big and hard he had some difficulty getting it out.
Brenda just stared, stunned at the sight of it.  It was a good nine
or ten inches and thick as her wrist with a large purple helmet. It
was a magnificent specimen and dwarfed my own cock in length, girth,
and sheer beauty.  He moved up to straddle her chest and rubbed his
huge prick all over her face.  "Open your mouth and suck it bitch,"
he commanded.  She turned her head away and he slapped her check
with his cock. When she continued to refuse his instructions he held
her head again with his free hand and pinched off  her nostrils to
force her to breath through her mouth.  "Ok, " he sighed, "if you
won't suck it I'll just have to go ahead and fuck you now."
       
       She tried to clamp her legs together but he appeared to find
little difficulty in prying them apart and positioning himself
between her thighs.  I could still see her red heels at the end of
her open,  pantyhose covered legs.  Her skirt was pushed up almost
to her waist and her blouse and bra had been pulled up over her
tits.   She continued to struggle and plead with him to stop,
wiggling her hips to forestall his entry, and he briefly contented
himself with rubbing his cockhead over her slit.  "Please don't do
this," she begged.   "I swear I won't tell anyone if you'll just let
me go."
       
       "You'll be begging for more of my big cock when I'm through
with you baby,"  he replied.  Pushing his fingers into her pussy he
detected her cum filled cunt and mistook it as a sign of arousal and
desire.  Her wetness seemed to inflame his lust. "Damn baby," he
exclaimed, "you just may be a bigger slut than your sister."
Suddenly he lost all control.  In a flash he had both hands holding
her hips, steadying his target, and before she had time to react his
cock was driving into her cunt.
       
       "UUggghhhhh," she grunted, loudly, as his big prick bottomed
out into her cervix in one quick plunge.  "Oh, oooohhhh, god baby,"
he moaned, "your cunt is so fucking tight."
       
       Realizing, I suppose, that her resistance had failed to deter
him, Brenda apparently had decided to quit fighting. Perfectly still
now, she turned her head away and lay limply while Steve pumped his
cock into her.  Steve was unaffected by her indifference.  "Your hot
cunt feels so good around my big cock baby," he told her as he
alternately massaged her breasts and tongued her ear.  "I'm not in
any hurry honey.  I think I just may spend the night in here."  My
wife didn't look at him and didn't answer and he continued to take
his time with her.  She made no attempt to resist when he hooked his
arms under her knees to raise her thighs against his chest in order
to increase his penetration.  He fucked into her with deep, slow,
strokes, and eventually his technique began to produce results.
       
       She started to grunt each time his cockhead bottomed out into
her cervix and she turned her head to look at him.  Her lips were
pulled tight around clenched teeth.  "Ooohhh," moaned Steve with
every thrust.  "I love your cunt.  I love fucking you."  Brenda's
grunts were softening now.   Her breathing was becoming deeper and
was followed by long, raspy exhalations. I could see her hips begin
to move in almost imperceptible undulations.  "That's it baby,"
Steve exhorted her, "now you're gettin' into it. Move your cunt
around on my cock.  Show me what a slut you are.  Show me how much
you love my cock"
       
       "Ooohhh God, uummmhhhh," moaned my wife, her head tilted
back, mouth open and groaning openly.  Steve moved to kiss her and
this time she didn't turn her head away, but met his hungry mouth
with open lips.  Her whole body was moving now.  Every muscle
stretching tight to force her pelvis up to capture every centimeter
of the cock pumping into her greedy cunt.  Both her hands reached
out frantically to pull in his pistoning buttocks as if, filled and
stretched with more cock than she'd ever had, she craved still more.
Still unsatisfied she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs
around his back.  Her red heels dug into his flesh as he fucked her,
but he was oblivious to anything except the feel of the hot, tight
vagina wrapped around his throbbing cock. The sofa creaked and
squeaked under them in a rhythm of lust.  "Oh god, fuck me" she
pleaded now. They were like animals, totally out of control.  Steve
asking her a series of short and nasty questions.  "Do you like
getting fucked by my big dick?  Is it bigger than your husbands?"
My wife answering, "yes, oh God, yeesssssss!" "You hot fucking
slut," he told her.  "Shake your big fat ass!! Make that pussy dance
around my cock you nasty fucking whore."  She came in an explosion
and almost at the same time, Steve drained the content of his balls
deep into her wet cunt.  After  Steve  had finished fucking my wife,
he remained on top and began to kiss her.  Having cum, and now
apparently feeling guilty about her ultimately willing capitulation
to Steve's brazen violation of the sanctity of our marriage, Brenda
signaled that her cooperation was finished, by turning her head away
in shame.   Suddenly terrified at the thought of being discovered, I
shrunk back further into the shadows and literally crawled across
the upstairs landing and back into our bedroom.  When my wife joined
me just minutes later I pretended to be asleep and she made no
attempt to wake me.
       
                         My Wife Brenda Gets It - Part 3
       
       The next morning I was sure she would say something about
what happened, but not a word was mentioned.  There was a certain
tension in the air between Brenda and Steve, and though Steve was
boldly attentive to her, she accepted his attention with almost a
grim resignation.  All of my repeated attempts to find out if
anything was wrong were greeted with the same half-hearted "nothing
at all."   I assumed Brenda felt guilty for the way she had
responded to Steve and I longed to console her, but I dared not even
hint that I had timidly witnessed her ravishment.  Steve cast a
knowing grin in my direction several times and I assumed he was
reveling in his memory of how he had used my wife without my
knowledge, an error of judgment on my part that was soon to be
corrected.
       
       It didn't surprise me when we were in bed that night Brenda
seemed distracted and completely uninterested in sex.  But it did
surprise me that she seemed in such a hurry for me to go to sleep. I
did my best to convince her that I'd drifted off, almost giving up
when it appeared to have produced no results, but ultimately my
patience paid off and I felt her gently sneaking out of bed.   Again
I crept out of our bedroom and took my place in the shadows at the
top of the stairs, but this time there was no one in the living
room. This time they were in the library.  And this time my vantage
point allowed me to see them easily while making it much more
difficult for them to see me.
       
       I could hear them talking clearly as the sounds waved upward
to my position at the top of the stairs.  My wife was telling him
that she had only agreed to meet him to be given the opportunity to
tell him what a lout and a bastard he had been to force her into sex
the previous night.  Steve chuckled and said, "I might be a 'lout'
but I've also got the kind of hot cock that you love. Don't you,
bitch?"  Brenda's silence revealed more than I cared to know. Her
intentions might have been honorable in meeting him, just to tell
him off, but faced with his strong dominate personality, she had
melted and was now just standing there as he removed his pajama
bottoms.  With a flick of his wrists he removed her skimpy
translucent dressing gown "besides, bitch, if you didn't want some
more of this big cock of mine, you wouldn't have shown up in such a
sexy outfit just to confront me, isn't that true."  Again my Brenda
said nothing but she slowly  nodded her head in agreement.  Now, I
was truly crushed, knowing that my wife was no longer simply being
forced by her crude and rough brother-in-law into sex but was
actually his willing participant. It was now obvious to me that my
Brenda loved the strong way he manipulated her and was interested in
sex from the kind of strong forceful man that I could never be!
Without further words he forced my wife onto her knees in front of
him.
       
       Then, Steve sat naked in one of our big reclining library
chairs.  The top of the doorway blocked my view of his head but I
could see everything clearly from about his neck down.  My loving
wife was now naked too, and she was on her knees before her
brother-in-law struggling to swallow every inch of his big, fat,
cock.  Steve's huge hands enveloped her head and held it firmly in
place as his hips bounced up and down, fucking his prick into my
wife's hot, hungry mouth and down her throat the same way he had
invaded her hot, hungry cunt the night before.  "That's it bitch,"
he told her, "swallow that dick you little cock hungry whore. Choke
on it!  Make your mouth a sloppy wet cunt to eat my dick!"  She
gobbled him ravenously, choking almost every time his balls slapped
against her chin, but redoubling her efforts with each new stream of
rough and dirty talk.  I thought it would end with his cock blasting
loads of stirringly cum down her greedy throat, but it eventually
became clear that she wasn't going to let him cum just once, and it
didn't take long to find out why.  If I harbored any remaining
thoughts that my Brenda was being coerced into her sexual activities
with Steve they were now completely dispelled as Brenda was now the
initiator of the actions. Getting up off her knees she pushed Steve
back in the reclining chair and then straddled his hips, guiding his
cock to her pussy lips and then sitting down on it,  slowing
swallowing every inch inside her hot, velvety cunt.  She threw her
head back in ecstasy and then began working her slick box up and
down Steve's fat prick in earnest.  "Oh baby, " he moaned, "you're
driving my cock crazy with that tight cunt of yours!"
       
       I couldn't believe it.  I was watching my sweet loving wife
willingly and wantonly working her pussy up, down, and, around the
cock of her brother-in-law, the man who had violated her the night
before.  Her cunt was devouring his cock with what can only be
inadequately described as sheer carnal gluttony.  I had been
stroking my cock and now suddenly found myself blasting my own cum
all over the carpet.  Once again I snuck back in the bedroom, but I
had misjudged the likely length of their activities and fell asleep
before she returned.
       
       The next day everything seemed to be back to normal. Brenda
was now feigning sort of bare tolerance toward Steve, and Steve
pretended Brenda didn't exist.  I figured they were trying not to
arouse my suspicions, but I was only partly right.  It was their
last day with us, and Brenda went shopping with her sister, leaving
Steve and I alone together. I was stunned by what happened next.
Brenda and her sister had barely left the house when I came out of
the shower, into my bedroom, to find Steve sitting on the edge of my
bed, naked, and stroking his hard cock.  I froze in my tracks and
just looked at him.  My stomach was turning nervously. "Get over
here and suck my cock," he said smugly, "I want to see if you're any
better than your wife."  His request excited me but I  couldn't do
what he wanted.  "Get outta here, " I screamed in mock indignation.
"Not until I fuck your face, you pussy," was his reply.  "I saw you
watching me ball your slut wife.  You just stood there like a wimp.
Turned you on didn't it, watching me hold her down and fuck her with
my big dick? Fucking her like a real man.  I know you're hungry for
some cock too, just like her."
       
       The thought that he had seen me watching him that first night
flooded me with fear.  It gave Steve the terrifying power to tell
her of my failure, it filled me with dread, and I couldn't face him.
I wanted to crawl back in the bathroom and lock the door, but before
I'd taken two steps, he was behind me.  I could feel his hardon
poking my ass as he grabbed for my arm, and the next thing I knew he
had managed to get my arm behind my back and had used his leverage
to force me to my knees.  With one hand he grabbed my hair and
pulled my face into his crotch.  With the other he pressed his cock
into my lips and tried to pry my mouth open.  "Suck it, you pussy,"
he ordered, "suck it, and it better be good or I tell your wife what
a wimp you are."
       
       My worst fears realized , I felt I had no choice but to do
this unthinkable thing. I opened  my mouth and took his cock between
my lips.  I could barely open it wide enough to take it all.  It was
ten inches long and very thick.  I could feel it's big swollen veins
gliding between my lips and under my tongue.  Strangely enough I
realized that my own cock had grown hard as a rock too.  Steve
cradled the back of my head between his hands and then slowly pushed
his hips forward, working his cock down my throat. When I gagged he
stopped and allowed me to take a breath, far more grace than he had
permitted my wife.  "Oh, oh, oh," he chanted as I enveloped his cock
in my hungry wet mouth, swirling my tongue around the purple
helmeted head.  "That's good bitch.  I pegged you for a guy that
could suck some dick.  Your wife told me all about your little
prick, play with it while you suck my big cock."
       
       I no longer needed to be forced. God help me, but I was truly
enjoying this male domination and my first ever cock-sucking. I had
one hand wrapped around my cock pumping and my other wrapped around
his ass to help hold my mouth around his prick.   He started walking
backwards toward the bed and I crawled forward on my knees still
sucking on his cock, never letting it leave my mouth.  He sat on the
edge and holding my head began fucking his cock into my mouth and
down my throat like it was a big, soft, pussy. "That's it cock
sucker, swallow that dick.   I think you love it more than your wife
does if that's possible."  I wanted to taste the same cum he'd
pumped into my wife.  I started milking and massaging his balls with
both hands trying to make him cum.  "God damn," he bellowed,"you
fucking fag, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh!!!"  And I was quickly rewarded with
jet after jet of his stringy hot cum filling my mouth and blasting
down my throat.   But he hadn't finished with me yet.  He laid me
face down on the bed and took his place behind me, between my legs.
He greased his cock and my ass with Vaseline and then slowly began
to work it in me. It hurt at first, but he took his time and before
long I was taking it all.  I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt
to be fucked up the ass by another man.  Like my wife had, I found
myself begging him to fuck me.   As he pumped his cock to the bottom
of my tight ass he told me that he would use my wife whenever and
however he pleased. "I  haven't decided yet," he told me, "if I'm
going to let you have any.  I don't think you deserve her so you
might just have to content yourself with my cock and licking her
pussy."
       
       That was their last day with us and that night I'm sure that
my wife indulged herself with Steve again. But I was too exhausted
by my own sexual activities to take up my usual post at the top of
the stairs. Whatever they did, I'm afraid I and my sister-in-law
slept through it all. The next day as Steve and Tammi were leaving,
we were all very chummy as though none of us were aware of the
others sexual involvements. I suppose that Tammi was truly ignorant
of it all, while my wife was only aware of her sexual activity with
Steve. While on the other hand Steve and I were both fully aware of
not only my wife's betrayal but of my own wimpy inactions when
seeing her and then my eventual sexual submission to him. Steve gave
the 'happy announcement' as he left that he had business in the area
that would bring him back to our town on a fairly regular and
frequent basis.   All of this occurred just last week and Steve is
due to visit with us again next week. A visit I look forward to with
dread and apprehension but also some mixed feeling of potential
excitement. Although, I cannot be absolutely certain, I have the
distinct feeling that my wife is carrying out Steve's orders in
regard to sex with me. Whenever I have wanted to make love to her
these last few days she has found a reason to be unable to do so. On
a couple of occasions after I had licked and sucked her pussy, she
thanked me but said that she just couldn't reciprocate and that I'd
understand soon. I'm almost sure that I'll be enlightened as to what
my new sexual role will be with my wife  when Steve joins us for the
first of  many exciting visits to our home!