Before I met and then had a whirlwind romance with my husband, marrying after only eight months, I had an amazing sexual relationship with a guy who still is the best lover I've ever had. His name is Steven and he could make me feel like no man has ever made me. His body was perfect to me, muscular lean and always energetically charged for sex. Steve's cock was by far the largest I've had the pleasure of sucking and filling my pussy and asshole completely. We had on one ocassion a two day sexual marathon, which left me hardly able to walk into work Monday morning. Then all of a sudden he dissapeared.
I met Jake nine months later and like I've said we were married after only eight months. Jake told me during our short time as a dating couple, he'd fallen out with his step brother and they didn't see each other any longer as his step brother had moved to Europe.
March this year Jakes mom died and during the service I heard a commotion at the back of the small church we were in. Looking back I saw Jake walking upto a man I thought I knew, only when the service had finished did I come face to face with Steven, Jakes younger step brother.
It was a total shock to us both as Steven found out I was married to his half brother. But it was more of a shock to me, knowing how I felt. I immediately wanted Steven, I wanted him so bad I cried and Jake thought it was because of his mom. Later on at our home I over heard Jake tell Steven when he moves back over to the States, he can stop with us. Steven moves in with us next month and I secretly can't wait. I know I shouldn't feel the way I do, but I can't help thinking of how good we were together and how much I loved Stevens huge cock fucking me any way he wanted.
He's even sent me a picture this last week and it leaves nothing to the imagination, as he's only sat in a tight pair on boxers, with what looks like a massive boner underneath. Now I have to decide if I'm going to remain faithful, or as my pussy tells me, to have as much fun as I can.