Sara had dressed especially nice that afternoon. She had spent the entire day at The Spa and hadn't fucked or sucked anybody. Steve had made a pass at her and she had jacked him off, but other than that she hadn't done anything.
It was Sara's intention to check things out with her husband. Mike hadn't been a really bad guy lately and she was going to see him at work and ask if maybe he would like to go out for a romantic dinner somewhere – her treat. That, she decided, should make him happy. Aside from the fact that The Spa had provided a ready stud service to satisfy her long-suppressed needs, it had also served to make Sara and her two partners quite a bit of money. Though the membership at The Spa was low, the fees were high, which made for a hefty profit margin.
Sara felt uneasy when she stopped into her husband's reception room. Mike's secretary wasn't there. Pausing, Sara quickly surveyed the scene. Instead of checking in with one of the other secretaries, she stepped out again.
It wasn't easy but Sara managed – through bogus phone calls to the secretaries – to gain entry into the office without being seen. She peered into the conference room and found it empty. Pressing her ear to in husband's office door, she heard the sounds of passion inside.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me, my darling! Fuck me, Mike!" The sound was faint, but loud enough for Sara to understand every word.
Sara marched straight to Tim's door and walked inside, not bothering to knock. Tim, who was reading an obscure volume on corporate tax structures, looked at Sara with a shocked expression.
"Sara! What brings you here?" he asked with a beaming smile.
After closing the door, Sara turned back to Tim. Her face was set in the grim expression of a woman determined to do something dangerous.
"I've come to see Mike," Sara said.
"Mike? I… ah… I don't think he's in the office right now," Tim said, stumbling over the words. "No, I'm sure he's gone. Had to go to the library downtown for something."
She peeled off the light coat she had worn. Beneath it, she wore a black dress that was cut so low in front her tits nearly spilled out. Her tight cleavage was an open invitation to any man's gaze. Though the dress came down to her knees, it was split up both sides nearly to her bikini panties. Whenever she took a step. Tim could see the clasp of her garter and the darker section of nylon at the top of the hose.
"Don't lie for him, Tim. You don't do it very well!" Sara put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, which caused an even greater strain on the V-neck dress. "DO you find me sexy? Huh? I've never dressed like this before. I bought it just for today – and just for Mike."
"Ah, Sara, are you sure you should be telling me these things?" Tim asked. He couldn't tear his eyes from Sara's tits. He knew her tits were big. With the size of Sara's tits, nothing – no matter how conservatively cut the garment was – would be able to hide that. But he had never realized her tits were that big, that delicious looking. "You've got an awful funny look in your eyes."
Sara dropped her handbag in a chair and stepped closer to her young brother-in-law. She thought of undoing her hair, taking it out of the French twist, then decided against it.
Mike liked it the way she had it, and she wasn't going to change. She was, however, going to enjoy the same forbidden thrills that her husband was enjoying. Marriage wasn't going to keep her from fucking and sucking any cock that caught her fancy. And right now it was Mike's younger brother who had caught her fancy and he would be the one to enjoy her considerable charms.
"Funny look?" Sara asked, advancing slowly. Her eyes went down to Tim's crotch. She remembered how big his cock was from the time she had watched him fucking his secretary. "What do you mean, a funny look? Just because I'm horny, I don't think that's funny."
"Sara, I've never seen you like this before."
"That's right. And you may never again. So I suggest you make the most of it while you can."
Sara was standing so close to Tim now that her tits were nearly touching his chest. Her eyes held fire in than, glowing with the wanton lusty desire that burned inside her. Her lips turned up at the corners, the expression more like a cat's grin before pouncing on an unsuspecting mouse than a woman's smile. She rolled her tongue around her lips, the move calculated for effect.
"You're my brother's wife."
"Yes, that's true. I'm also a good-looking woman whose been getting neglected by her husband. Don't try to tell me that Mike isn't fucking his secretary at this very moment, because I know better."
Sara's fingertip followed the upper edge of her V-neck, scratching over her silken skin. Then, when her finger was between the two tightly encased mounds of feminine tit flesh, she shoved her finger downward. The move was to hint at getting tit-fucked. Sara slid her finger up and down several times, sliding it through her cleavage.
"Sara…" Tim said. He tried to say more, but his mouth was suddenly so dry that words were impossible.
"What, my darling?" Sara asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Tell me. I'll do anything you desire, give you anything you want."
Tim couldn't help himself. He really hadn't even dreamed that Sara would ever come on to him. Though he had fantasized about fucking his cock into the gorgeous blonde before, Tim had never really thought that it would be possible.
He turned his face away from Sara, ashamed that his pants were bulging out, a hard cock trapped inside the trousers.
"It's okay, Tim. You don't have to do a thing if you don't want to," Sara said. "Just let me do everything."
Tim was struggling with himself. One part of him felt that fucking his sister-in-law was wrong; but another part of him, a more powerful part, felt that Sara was an incredibly beautiful woman and that he would be a damn fool to pass up the chance to fuck his cock into her pussy.
She shoved his hands in his coat pockets to hide them. Tim didn't want Sara to see how shaken he was, how his hands were trembling.
A soft, lusty purr came from Sara's slightly parted, glimmering lips. She knew what Tim wanted, and why he wasn't being more forceful. That didn't bother her.
"You can pretend I'm someone else, if you want," she whispered. She kissed him on the cheek, rubbing her full, soft, warm tits against his chest. "I don't care. Just don't stop me."
Sara nibbled on Tim's earlobe as she unfastened his belt and opened his pants. Reaching inside, Sara grabbed Tim's prick and pulled it out, pushing his pants down to his thighs at the same time.
"Oh my God!" Tim gasped. "I can't…"
"Of course you can, my darling," Sara cooed. She sank to her knees, her big brown eyes intense with lust.
The cock dangled through her fist, not completely hard yet. That didn't disturb the blonde. She knew that the only reason Tim wasn't throwing her ass down on the floor and fucking her silly was because he was afraid that Mike would come in at any moment. This was a hindrance to Tim's pleasure; it added excitement for Sara.
She puckered her lips and kissed the soft, spongy cock-head. When her tongue snaked from between her lips, flicking along the clefted underside of the prick-tip, Sara felt the cock-meat twitch and begin to grow. She smiled, backing away from the prick. As she stroked the cock slowly, feeling the warmth of Tim's cock-meat seeping through her palm, she smiled up at him.
"Come on now, don't worry about a thing," Sara whispered. "If Mike walks in, he walks in. There's not much he can say about me sucking you off, is there? Besides, once he gets his nuts off, he can't do a damn thing for at least an hour."
The words burned in Tim's ears. How often had he dreamed the gorgeous broad with the big tits would say something like that? He closed his eyes, not really knowing whether he would be able to enjoy the blow-job or not.
Sara knew better. She licked the cock-head, her tongue tracing wet circles around the prick-knob until she had all of the fleshy bulb glistening wither spit.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred, enjoying the salty flavor of Tim's prick. "I like this. I really love sucking cock."
Sara let the cock-head separate her lips as she pushed her face forward. When just the crown of Tim's cock was in her mouth, her tongue went to work. Curling around the prick, Sara's tongue danced over the delicious cock-meat, probing and enticing the cock to stretch farther out, becoming even more broad and thick. Soon the cock was jutting from Tim's crotch, the oval-shaped prick hard as steel and quite long.
Sara's head and shoulders moved to and fro. As she gave Tim her most succulent blow job, she couldn't help but think of how small his cock was in comparison to Steve's enormous fucker.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned lustily when a salty drop of pre-cum oozed out of the cock-head onto her frisking tongue.
Grabbing his cock by the base, Sara twisted her hand around the prick-meat, jerking on the loose skin that sheathed the inner core of lust hardened muscle.
When Tim finally found the courage to open his eyes, the vision of loveliness he saw sucking on his prick was too gorgeous to be real. Sara's red lips traveled back and forth, gliding wetly along the entire length of his prick. When her pert nose pressed into his curly cock hair, Tim's body shuddered. Nobody had ever deep throated his cock before. When she pulled back, he saw the swollen, glorious fullness of her tits as they bulged and strained to squeeze out of the low-cut, black V-neck.
"Ahhhhh! Goddamn it, Sara, that's good!" Tim hissed. He put his hands on her silky hair and pumped his hips slowly, fucking his prick down her clutching throat.
When Tim started to move of his own accord, Sara knew she had him. Not just for the moment, but whenever she wanted him. If she was certain of anything in the world, she was certain of that.
With her mouth salivating heavily and bubbles of spit forming at the corners of her lips, Sara gulped greedily on her brother-in-law's cock. Her tongue blazed hotly over the turgid column of manly muscle, flicking and scraping every inch of the cock-meat. Swallowing his prick down her throat, Sara felt Tim's balls again her chin.
"Mmmmnmffft!" she slurped, her cheeks hollowed to conform to the girth of his prick.
Sara was deep-throating Tim's cock when the door opened.
She didn't even bother turning around because she didn't care who it was. Tim, on the other hand, was struggling to back away from her and get his cock out of her mouth.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Sara recognized the voice. It was Pat, her other brother-in-law. That didn't bother the hotly sucking blonde. She would just fuck him too!
"Pat, it's not like it looks!" Tim hissed, still trying to get Sara's hot mouth off his prick.
"The hell it's not!" Pat replied quickly. He stepped completely into the office and closed the door. His cock was already growing in his slack.
Finally letting Tim's prick slip from between her lips, Sara got slowly to her feet. She licked her ups, still tasting Tim's pungent cock, and turned to face Pat.
"Listen, I'm horny and my darling husband is busy fucking his secretary. There's no use in denying that," she said, calmly, removing things off of Tim's desk. "Now, when a woman is in my condition, she simply needs some sex. You two can fill the bill, if you want, or someone else can. However, I do think that this sort of thing is best kept in the family."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Pat chuckled as he advanced toward Sara, unbuckling his belt as he walked.
Sara was the one in charge, the one who wrote the rules. She unzipped her dress and let it fall around her ankles. After getting rid of her bra and panties, she stood facing the desk, hands on the edge for support, and started sucking on Pat's cock as he sat an the hard, wooden surface. Behind her, Tim, whose prick was already throbbing with desire, guided the head of his fuck-stick to her hot, juicy crease.
"If Mike catches us, he'll kill us," Tim said to no one in particular as he fucked half of his prick into the blonde's tight pussy.
Sara teetered on her high-heeled shoes. She was being pushed to and fro, knocked forward whenever Tim's body connected with her luscious ass. When this happened, Sara was forced forward and she would deep-throat Pat's plump, rigid cock.
"Mmmmmmm!" the blonde moaned soulfully, chomping on Pat's prick. She shook her ass as the fiery bolts of wanton passion ripped through her veins. Each time Tim fucked his prick into her cunt, Sara's throbbing, drooling clit got just a little more excited, a little hotter.
Sara's golden, creamy tits swung beneath her, hanging down and flopping around crazily. The nipples capped deep-brown areolas. She wished Tim could grab her giant tits and fondle them while he fucked her, but she wasn't inclined to take Pat's cock out of her mouth long enough to tell him so. Instead, she pistoned her face over the cock with greater urgency, her knuckles turning white as she held onto the desk for support against the onslaught of turgid cock-meat.
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm going to blow!" Tim hissed, fucking his prick into Sara's juicy cunt faster. His balls slapped against her tensed thighs, the cum inside his balls bubbling hotly.
A tremor of passion zipped through Sara upon hearing Tim's hushed, urgent wants. She would have her brother-in-law's cum warming her belly, filling her pussy. The thought was enough to make her tremble with a kind of desire that she had never known before.
"Arrrrrgggghhhh! Oh! Fuck! Damn it all, I'm cumming!" Tim hissed through gritted teeth.
He slammed into Sara's ass, fucking her cunt roughly with his prick. When his balls slapped against her thighs and every throbbing inch of his cock was being massaged by the firm, clutching walls of Sara's pussy, the jets of spunk started erupting.
Sara sucked harder on Pat's prick when she felt cum jetting like a fountain in her feverish pussy. She deep-throated his cum gushing cock, ovaling her kneading lips around the root of his prick.
Holding Pat's cock down her throat, Sara used her inner muscles to milk the cock. Even before Tim ha finished his eruptions of fuck cream into her pussy, Pat began gushing his salty load of jism down her throat.
"Suck meeee!" Pat hissed, putting his hand on the back of Sara's head to hold her face tightly against his crotch. His prick was leaping in her throat, dancing with force as stream after stream of his thick, gummy cum spewed down her throat. He could feel her throat muscles working on his prick as she swallowed.
The need for air finally forced Sara to pull her face away from Pat and uncork his shrinking, satisfied prick from her throat. She squeezed the meaty tube of cock flesh firmly with her lips as she backed away, sucking up blobs of cum that clung to the stem and cock-head.
"Ohhhhh! You guys really know how to give a girl what she needs," Sara purred. She turned around, pulling Tim's cock out of her cunt. She knelt at his feet and sucked his cock clean. "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I've got to see my husband. He will be done fucking his secretary by now, won't he?"
Pat regained his composure first. He nodded his head weakly, still too tired to get off the desk. His cock was glistening with a thin film of Sara's spit.
As Sara stepped into her panties and tucked her tits back into the tight-fitting bra, she couldn't keep from smiling. Pulling the dress up, she waved a pleasant good-bye to her brothers-in-law and walked out of the office.
Things had changed for the hot-blooded, horny blonde. Being thirty-two didn't bother her any more. And the fact that her husband was fucking his secretary gave her license to fuck any man she desired.
All in all, Sara couldn't have been happier about the arrangement.