Five months ago, my husband Terry and I went through a trial seperation after he admitted to sleeping with a nineteen year old girl at a party. It devestated me at the time and it took a few weeks before I even surfaced. The person who brought me out of my miserable self, was my brother in law Simon. He's Terry's youngest brother by five years, being twenty six.

Simon was amazing. Not once did he try to make anything of the attraction we'd secretly always had towards each other. Although neither of us had ever said anything. And I definitely didn't want anything to happen as my heart still belonged to Terry. Then one evening a female friend of mine phoned me to say Terry was staying at the young girls shared apartment. It broke my heart again, and once again it was Simon who picked up the pieces of his brothers infidelity.

There was a difference the second time. I gave in to my emotional and sexual needs. I seduced Simon in his home and we ended up in bed together. I know many women have probably said this about an affair, but, Simon was and is the best lover I've ever had. His penis when flaccid or erect, was so much larger than Terry's you'd be forgiven to think that they weren't brothers. Not only did his cock satisfy me in ways Terry's simply couldn't, Simon was also a much more conciderate lover. He'd think nothing of taking an hour or more to pleasure me orally, licking and sucking away on my pussy, clitoris and asshole. Delishoushly making me beg him to fuck me with his huge cock, after he'd had me lick and suck every inch of his enormous cock. In a two and half month period, I think we spent all but five or six days when we weren't having one form of sex or other with one another.

Mid December Terry got back in touch and said he'd been so stupid, and that he wanted to us to try to get our marriage back together. I obviously didn't and couldn't say anything about myself and Simon, so hoping things would turn outright, I let Terry, the person I thought I still loved, back into my life. Simon was unbelievably supportive, even if I knew he was hurting inside. Terry and I moved on and our marriage had been going great. Then eight days ago when Terry was at work, Simon called round. He told me something I wasn't ready for, he told me he loved me. The crazy thing was I knew and I also knew I'd fallen for him. In a three hour period, Simon and I fucked and fucked and fucked some more. Each time he came up my pussy or asshole, I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked his cock until he became erect again. And each time his cum filled my holes Simon would tease me by licking out my pussy and ass. The whole afternoon was so erotic, so right and so emotionally true, I told my husbands youngest brother, I Love You.

It leaves me with a massive dilema. I know Simon wouldn't want me and Terry to split up, but Terry has treated me like dirt. On the flip side I know if myself and Simon had our time again, we'd be with each other. He's said, Simon that is, we should remain lovers if I want that. The truth of it is, I want Simon without Terry, but how?