Too many men and women had looked at me sexually over the last year or so, for my husband to be right about me. He would make comments about me my saying things like "Your gym and exercise classes are only making you look stupid. A woman of your age should know better" or something he said six months ago which began to alter how I felt about him and our marriage "Muscles on a woman are so un-sexy, you'll be looking like a muscle bound whore soon".
I wasn't and aren't exercising for anyone else but myself and as for the muscles, I'm no body builder, but I do enjoy the way my body looks. Lean, athletic and slightly muscular. My breasts have tightened up and my ass looks amazing when I wear a swim suit. My husband though thinks it's an awful look and puts me down all the time. He actually called me a slut the other day, just because I was wearing a short skirt and tight almost see through top. I was wearing it for him, I was trying to make him see I still want him sexually, but it's getting harder to make him see me as his wife and it's becoming increasingly hard not to enjoy another man sexually in our family.
His younger brother doesn't see me as stupid, a whore or as a slut. Jack makes me feel proud of myself with his support and confident encouragement. He himself trains regularly at the gym and has an awsome body. He never ever pushes his views on others. And has a relaxed attitude to other people and how they live their lives, a complete difference to his older brother.
It was six months ago after my husband suggested I was "Looking like a muscle bound whore" that I spoke to Jack. He told me my husband had been a jealous person all his life, and the only way he found to "Compete" against what he disliked or disagreed with, was to put it down. It just so happened I'd also pulled a muscle in my lower back at the time, funnily enough bending over to put some washing in the drier. Jack is into massage in a big way and has had some training, so I asked him if he could help me and my back out.
Fearing what my husband might think or say, I arranged to visit Jack at his apartment. Not shy about my body anymore (I was believe me) I wasn't at all bothered about being semi naked in front of Jack, as he asked me lay on the old massage bed he'd picked up from the gym. His large hands and the oils he'd used, were unbelievably good, as he worked away at my lower back for over half an hour. Every time his hands moved right down to my panties I wanted him to carry on lower, as part of the pain sometimes traveled further down, but his respect of me and his brother, kept his hands appropriately above my small cotton panties.
We chatted as he massaged me. Some of it about how we both exercised, but mostly about my husbands total dislike of me looking good. Then nearing the end of my massage Jack said something which changed the way I thought about my husband. He said "My husbands name, wants to own you, he wants to treat you like his posession, that's why he hates you looking good, just in case other men find you attractive, which you are".
The massage was finished and my back felt real good, but I knew without saying it to Jack during the massage, I'd wanted him to massage lower down my body. As he fixed us a drink I asked Jack if he would massage me again the following week, thinking in my head I'd ask him then to work out the knots lower down.
It was earlier in the afternoon when I re visited Jacks apartment. He'd been at the gym and had not long gotten out of the shower. When he answered the door just wrapped in a towel, I couldn't help but admire his physique. He saw me looking and smiled, inviting me in. By the time I'd gotten myself ready and lay on the massage bed, Jack walked into the small room he'd set it up in, dressed only in a loose fitting pair of grey sweat shorts. Just like the previous week Jack worked on my lower back and it had begun to feel so good. His hands worked their magic, and I soon found myself wondering what those hands would feel like moving all over my body. It wasn't even a planned sentence when it came out. I just blurted out "Hey Jack can you massage me lower down". I knew what I meant in my head, but it probably didn't register with Jack that way, as he said "Are you sure".
I lifted myself slightly as Jack lowered my panties, leaving me totally naked. Then his wonderful hands began to work down my back, reaching my buttocks. He firmly carressed them, easing them apart as his hands worked in slow circles. I could feel his fingers close to my rear hole and my pussy as he continued to deeply massage my butt. I couldn't help myself, I was becoming horny and turning my head, I looked at Jacks shorts and knew he definitely was turned on, as he had a huge erection in his shorts.
I didn't prompt him, but I didn't deny him either. Jacks fingers found my pussy and I felt one long oiled up finger slide along my pussy slit. There was mistaking it a sexual touch, a true attempt to give me pleasure and I let him. I let my husbands brother finger fuck me for over five minutes in a very slow sensual way. One finger entering my pussy over and over again. And using his other hand Jack was working my clitoris in the same way, slow and with a knowledgable circling touch. I orgasmed with months of pent up frustration flowing through me and a desire to want cock, Jacks cock.
Asking him to move in front of me. Still lay on my stomach on the bed, I pulled Jacks shorst down and out sprung his very impressive, hard throbbing cock. Not pausing I took hold of it and guided Jacks cock into my mouth.
I love felatio. I love everything about it. Being dominated by a big cock, being forced to pleasure a man to completion, but mostly I love the feel of it sliding over and over my tongue until it erupts filling my mouth with his seed. And that's just what I did with my husbands younger brother, I sucked on his cock until he held my head, forcing me to accept his cum as it flew from the head of his beautiful cock.
Both dressed and sat in Jacks lounge, he asked me where what we'd done left us. I told him then, it had to be a one off, as I had to give my marriage a second chance. I had to give my husband the chance to see me as his wife, as the woman he supposidly loved for whatever she was.
That was then, now I just don't think I can deny myself the pleasure of Jacks sex anymore. We have stuck to our agreemant, because that's what we did. Jack also agreed we shouldn't have had sex that afternoon, but we had, so we made an agreement that we'd both try and make it upto my husband. Jack has tried to support him, tried to speak to him about his jealousy, but if anything my husbands ways are getting worse. They're driving me into Jacks arms, and increasingly, it's those arms and his cock I want.
The only question I have to myself and onyone else for that matter, is should I do it now, or wait for a total break down of our relatioship. Which for me has already ended in reality.