Who Said You Can't Have You Cake, And Eat It

I'm married to a nice guy. He's kind considerate and he has a big cock. He's not the most exciting guy though and prefers his computers to sex sometimes.
Mike his brother is totally different. He's got the same large beautiful cock, but his needs are sex and beer.
I know this because he often has a beer after fucking me in his truck, our house, or anywhere else for that matter.
It was during a time when I'd confided in him about his brothers lack of sexual appetite, that he told me he'd never leave me wanting if he was my wife.
We licked, sucked and fucked all afternoon, and I swear he'd literally just fucked my arsehole cumming inside me, when my husband drove onto the drive.
When he entered his brother was sat dressed on the same sofa he'd just fucked me on, and I was in the bathroom trying to clean up.
However even though myself and Mike fuck a lot. That's all it is. He fucks me hard and rough, which I love with him, albeit he often doesn't care about my sexual release. But it is great sex.
And that's where Helen our newish neighbour comes in. She's fifty four, divorced and a very good looking older woman. Her husband caught her in bed with a mixed race woman having sex. And given his stupid old fashioned personal views on lesbians and people of an ethnic background, that was their marriage over.
We began having the most passionate and intimate sex, when I confessed to her I was fucking my brother in law. She'd seen him entering our home a lot, and thought he was my husband. When I told her, she guessed straight away there was something missing in my life.
Sitting down on the sofa with me, Helen kissed me passionately and everything flowed from that kiss.
Before long we were naked on my lounge rug and tonguing each others sex out.
There was no rush. There was no need to engage in any other way, other than to enjoy what she giving me, and I her.
I can't remember how many orgasms she licked, tongued and finger fucked me to, but it was a lot. And she didn't stop climaxing on my mouth and face either.
We were both covered in each others pussy and anal cream by the time I lead her upto bed. And in my marital bedroom we introduced a couple of dildos I used to use before Mike began fucking me.
Taking time to discover exactly what we both enjoyed. Talking to each other openly about our desires, as the other used a dildo to pleasure our pussy's and arseholes.
It was utterly the best and most passionate sex of my life. And I just couldn't stop going down on Helen to taste her sweet pussy, clit and rear hole.
I was asleep when my husband got in from work. He slid into bed with me waking me up. And it wasn't long before he slid his erection into my pussy as he spooned me.
As gentle as you like, he rhythmically fucked me, playing with my breasts at the same time. I loved it. It was a perfect way to encapsulate my day. And I backed onto my husband, eventually making him cum deep inside my pussy.
As a complete antidote if you like to Helen and my husband, Mike called round the day after. Stayed for only twenty minutes, but in that time had me deep throating his cock, then bent me over the kitchen table and fucked my arsehole. Taking a beer out of the fridge after dumping his load up my arse, he patted my arse cheeks, told me I was amazing
and left.
And that's where I find myself in my life. A husband who is attentive but can be too vanilla in the bedroom. A brother in law who uses me as a fuck toy, giving me such amazing fucks. And now a beautiful older woman who I just adore spending hours with, in such passionate sexual rapture. And who cares deeply about me, and me her.