This has been playing on my mind for the past eight years. Now Nigel, my wife's brother is close to death, I'm wondering if I should tell her about Nigel and I, or risk waiting for him to mention something.
It's been a secret of ours since the night before I married his sister. He stayed over at my flat to get ready for the big day. I knew he was gay, but our friendship had only ever been that, just friends.
Lots of beer and wine later and not going over how we got the the point of sex, I allowed Nigel to give me a blow job. He was by far the best ever person to suck my cock, and I do mean ever. I was so hard and so horny, that I actually asked him if I could fuck him. There wasn't any hesitation in either of us as as Nigel produced a condom.
Once he stripped totally naked and presented his tight looking arsehole to me, I took no time to slip my cock hard into his arse. I'd never fucked a guy before, but I had fucked Nigel's sister plenty of times up her rear passage. So I just gave him what I did for my future wife. Except Nigel wanted it much harder and faster.
In a twenty minute period, I fucked him in three different positions. Doggie at first, then him mounting my cock and then finally I fucked him as he lay on his back. His cock was rigid throughout and fucking him missionary as he masturbated made his cock pulse angrily, until in long spasms of sheer joy, he came all over himself. Telling him I was about to cum, Nigel asked me to cum in his mouth. Withdrawing from his arsehole, pulling off the condom, I slid up his body and put my cock head to him lips. He opened his mouth and eagerly accepted my dick.
I flooded his mouth with my semen as he sucked me in. It was so horny, I just kept on cumming until my balls were drained. Strangely I remained erect and over the next half an hour or so, I had Nigel either sucking on my cock or gently fucking him as I spooned him. We fell asleep together with my cock finally slipping out of his arse.
The following morning, my wedding day, Nigel had me fuck him in the shower. It wasn't like the night before as I was sober. What it was though, was viciously passionate. It was hard sex, brutal sex and I used his arse to get me off. Again I came inside him, only that time I had no condom.
Nothing ever happened between us after that morning, and Nigel like me had kept his own council. But now I fear he might let his sister know what happened between us the night before we got married. His battle against cancer has beaten him almost, I just hope he doesn't allow his end to finish my marriage.