The moment I met my brother in law Oliver at our wedding, I fancied the pants off of him. He'd been living in Spain and the whirlwind romance and quick marriage to his brother, hadn't given us chance to meet beforehand.
Because we weren't going on our honeymoon for two days, my new husband asked Oliver to stay with us as their parents had a house full of guests from Germany.
My husband being the managing director of the company he owns, he decided he had to go in the morning before we took the afternoon flight to St Lucia. His side of the bed was still warm when I heard then felt Oliver enter our bedroom, lift the quilt and get into bed behind me.
I instictively knew he was naked and hard. I was right as I felt his nakedness press up against me. Putting his hands between my legs, I allowed Oliver to gently stroke his fingers along my pussy slit. Still half asleep I reached backwards, took hold the his rock hard cock and guided him and it towards my soaking opening.
In one forceful thrust my brother in law entered me. The feeling as his cock drove deep into my pussy made me shout out his name. I was still shouting his name, telling him to fuck me harder ten minutes later as my orgasm built to its full squirting sensation.
It was Olivers seed I felt dribbling out of my pussy as we sat on the aircraft, listening to the inflight safety demonstration. My husband none the wiser after I'd been to the toilet.
That night in bed my new ardent full of testorone husband, licked out my pussy before fucking me for over an hour. The remnants of his brothers cum probably still coating my labias and clit.
It was an amazing hooneymoon with my husband, but it didn't stop me imagining it was Olivers cock fucking me every time we had sex.
We've been married for over a year and I haven't strayed since, but that doesn't mean when Oliver visits us this christmas, I won't allow him back into our marrital bed.