My Affair With My Brother-in-law Has Lasted Longer Than My Marriage

We got together a few months before the wedding. My husband had invited me to dinner with his family. His brother, two years younger, single, was handsome, charming, discreetly flirtatious. At the restaurant that evening, he grabbed my ass when no one was looking. He showed me the outline of his (very large, I would soon learn) penis, pressed tight under his khakis.

Brett found me on social media. The very next afternoon I was at his place, getting the fuck of my life from that big penis. My brother-in-law's charm is just an act. When he's horny, he's an animal.

The sex was merciless and raw. I didn't conceive during the first weeks of our affair, but just before the wedding, I knew. I also knew there was almost no chance it was my fiancé's. He had been in a rut and hadn't had much energy for sex.

My husband has no clue that his own brother fucked me an hour before our wedding. While I was mumbling vows to my husband, I felt his brother's sperm leaking from my stretched pussy. Hubby commented how wet I was when he made love to me that night. I told him it was because I'd been looking forward to being taken by him. After the usual slow and gentle fuck, he came in 4 minutes. I had to fake orgasm on my wedding night, which was acceptable only due to memories of two smashing orgasms with Brett before the ceremony.

As you can guess, Brett turned out to be the kind of carefree guy your friends warn you about. He got mad when I told him about the baby. He made clear that I should have no fantasy of him being involved. If my brother found out, I would be on my own. His don't-care attitude was deeply hurtful and we didn't speak again until months after the baby was born.

Slowly, Brett charmed his way back into my life, back into my bed, and back into my pussy.

It has been 15 years now. My marriage trundles along, but Brett is in my heart all day. And it's the strangest thing! Brett cycled through a number of flings, but for the last two years, he's been exclusive with me. (I still have sex with my husband maybe once a month, when he wants it. I don't tell Brett anymore because he gets jealous. I never had the kids DNA-tested, but three if not all four are Brett's.)

So apart from the ethics of carrying on a longterm affair with my brother-in-law, things are fine. We've all gotten used to our routines, we play the roles we need to play. The reason I'm confessing? Brett, my brother's eternal bachelor brother, took me out on a date last night and told me he loves me! He wants me to leave my husband and marry him.

What should I do? We've already done so much wrong by having this affair. Does stopping now and forever pretending it didn't happen do any good? Or should we see it through? I know my husband will be devastated, but he's still young enough to find the right woman for him. Obviously, any relationship between the two brothers would be over.

I'm leaning toward telling my husband today, and doing what my heart and my body need: spending the weekend at Brett's no-longer-bachelor pad. Should I?