After an hour and a half of awesome and extremely rough gay sex, I'm just getting my breath back. Right now a nineteen year old wet boy from the shower we've just shared, is slowly suckling on my cock. He's trying to raise yet another hard on, as he's just told me his ass needs filling to the brim. Twice a week for the last eight months, I've been booking the same motel room and fucking the shit out of Ryan. All of this wouldn't be a premise for confession, if it wasn't for the fact he's my wife's youngest brother. And someone even before I began to fuck him, was sucking me off every chance we got. It helps I know the motels owner, and it also helps Ryan does odd work days for me in my business. Only he doesn't work and we get to fuck mostly during afternoons of gay fun. My wife would divorce me in a heart beat if she knew I was fucking her brother. And would probably end our marriage anyway, if she knew I've always been bisexual.