One minute I was talking to my wife in her brothers kitchen. The next I was walking into his bedroom, dropping to my knees and sucking on his massive cock. Or that's how I kind of remember it.
It was his thirtieth birthday and I vaguely remember the bet, a bet where I apparently said I'd suck his cock if he could beat me at arm wrestling. The conversation I'd had in the kitchen with my wife, something I now can't recall, was telling her I was in no way going to suck his dick, which she'd insisted I do.
Yet I did find myself on my knees sucking on his huge cock in his bedroom and then I somehow, and I genuinely don't know how, found myself agreeing to be fucked. My memory of him entering my asshole was one of pain. I was propped up on a large cushion with my ass in the air, gritting my teeth as his cock penetrated me.
The one clear memory is the change of feeling as his cock began to fuck me for real. The sheer sense of joy, pure joy driving through the whole of my body, was just immense. For however long it lasted, I had the most unbelievable feeling of it being perfect. His cock drove me to an orgasm I never knew men could have. It started in my groin and flowed on through my body right up to my head, which was spinning with delight, and alcohol.
What I cannot remember was cumming, yet I must have as my body was covered in dry cum where I'd orgasmed all over the cushion beneath me and then had it rubbed it all over myself as I was being fucked. Another and more pertinent memory I don't have, is having my wife walk in and watch her brother fuck me and then cum deep up my ass.
The bet settled, I was stripped totally naked, escorted to a guest bedroom and left to sleep off the large amount of drink I'd consumed.
The next morning with my head banging, I asked my wife who had slipped into bed after me, what the fuck had gone on. Her only answer that morning, was to tell me I'd not only given her brother the perfect birthday present, one he'd wanted for some time. I'd also made a fantasy of hers come true.
It was that statement that got me thinking. I knew the fantasy she'd always had since we met, and that was to see me being fucked by another man. I'd always said no, even if I'd had her fulfill one of mine, which was to see her making out with another woman.
The clear memory of the pleasure I'd gotten from being fucked, was mixed with others of drinking brandy and dancing. It all merged in my head that morning and took some days for me to realize, my wife and her brother had arranged for him to fuck me.
All this happened five weeks ago. I've not spoken overly about it to my wife, yet we have talked about some of it as we've fucked, as she says her fantasy is now completely gone. And that she doesn't want me to experience sex with anyone else ever again. Unfortunately for her I've been getting clearer and clearer memories of the night, especially of the fucking and the feelings it gave me, that I received from her brother. The same brother who's invited me round to his house when he knows my wife, his youngest sister will be away next weekend.
I'm so tempted to visit him and his cock again, as I'd like to know if I'd enjoy his cock deep inside my butt when I'm sober. I guess the only way to find out is to spend the night with him...