I have a kind of weird fetish. I've found when I'm ill, I like nothing better than to be in bed, my husbands arms around me as he cuddles me holding my breasts from behind, and for him to gently fuck me. It's a wonderful sensation of not being totally with it, because of the illness and feeling his cum filling my pussy. I always go straight to sleep afterwards without orgasming myself. And have him clean up the bed from his cum dripping out of my as I sleep, later on.
This was the case just before the festive period just gone. I was already in bed, being not well at all. I heard him talking to someone downstairs at the front door and then I drifted in and out of sleep.
Feeling his arms wrap around me I let him snuggle into me making me feel that unwell horny feeling. His hands were cool on my breasts as he reached around me and I felt the familiar feeling of his cock at my pussy opening. He pushed into my body and straight away I thought his cock didn't feel quite right. It seemed thicker than usual, but with the illness and the normality of the situation, I put it down to my own feelings. His cock stretched me like never before and I found myself cumming, something I hadn't done before. When he began to fuck me, his cock went deeper into me than usual and had my mind spinning with delerious delight.
He still fucked me gently, but it was definitely different. I heard him building to his climax and hearing his moans he sounded strange. Once again I put it down to being ill. When he came, he literally flooded my pussy, his hot cum making my pussy tremble with yet another orgasm. Something I'd not done with my husband when I wasn't sick.
Relaxing back into my ill stupour, I said "I love you honey". I heard the reply but the voice didn't register as he said "I love you too". Not thinking anything of it at the time, I drifted off to my cum filled sleep.
We were round at my brother in laws michael's last week. He's younger than my husband by six years, but his build is a lot bigger. He's actually my husbands half brother, and as soon as he spoke to me to say hello, I got a sexual shiver down my back. I can't prove it, but his voice was exactly the same as the one which replied my loving words.
I kept quiet and made out everything was normal, but inside myself I was dying to know if the man who'd fucked me when I was ill, was in fact my brother in law.
So far I haven't said anything to my husband. But the one thing I do know is Michael has more than once hinted to me and my husband, that if my husband wasn't married to me, he'd love to get between my legs.
It's difficult for me right now. In one way, I'm annoyed my husband might want another man to fuck me, but another way, I absolutely loved the way, if it was him, that Michael and his larger cock fucked me. Now I'm stuck as what would be the best way to get them both to own upto what happened, without hurting my marriage.