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    My Brother Made Me a Cuckold

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    By sexcostories on September 1, 2021 Cuckold Sex Stories, Free Sex Stories
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    It all began when the doctor revealed that my wife
    wasn’t getting pregnant because of my low sperm count.

    “You don’t have enough sperm and what little there is
    just too weak,” the doctor said in a professional
    tone, as my wife and I took in the disastrous news. He
    then discussed the various options available to us, but
    they were all expensive, and not covered by my health
    insurance.

    Betty was devastated at the news, but she said she
    still loved me, and didn’t blame me. And besides we
    only had to wait a year or two until we could afford
    an alternative fertilization method.

    I discussed the situation with my mother and she came
    up with an idea that she said wouldn’t cost us any-
    thing, and that the children would all look like the
    rest of the family.

    She quickly caught my attention because I was worried
    about the child only having my wife’s physical features
    and not mine if some stranger’s semen was used.

    “I know you and he don’t get along well, but why not
    let your brother impregnate Betty, I’m sure he’d do it
    for free.”

    I was speechless upon hearing mother’s thoughts.

    “Y-You c-can’t be serious. Y-You know how I despise
    him. T-The way he use to treat me in high school.
    T-The things he use to say about me. Plus, h-he was
    always your favorite anyway. “That m-must be why
    y-you’re suggesting this. H-He’s …”

    “I know, I know, … I’ve heard it all before son. But
    that was long ago. Grow up Francis! You’re the brainy
    one, the college professor. Isn’t what I’m suggesting
    logical? Think about it.”

    As I collected my thoughts, I had to admit that my
    mother was right. Her idea was a perfect solution
    except for the fact that I hated my older brother Nick
    so much. He was so much the lady’s man and so athletic
    and confident of himself.

    At the same time he was also egotistical and always
    teasing me because I was not as good as he was with the
    women. He was always telling me how effeminate I was
    and berated me for not liking sports and in his words
    “other manly stuff”.

    “Mother you’re right, I am getting upset over nothing,
    because I’m sure Betty would never go along with having
    intercourse with Nick. She’s just too much a lady to
    even entertain such an extreme idea. But the idea of
    Nick giving us a donation of his semen when we can
    afford alternative fertilization, that part she and I
    both can accept.”

    After dinner that evening, I casually told my wife
    about my mother’s ridiculous idea but said that the
    idea of Nick being a sperm donor was probably a good
    one.

    Expecting her to agree with me totally, as she typi-
    cally did, I was surprised by her questioning why I
    couldn’t let bygones be bygones and agree to Nick
    impregnating her directly. She made it plain how much
    money we would save, and that we wouldn’t have to wait
    to save enough to have a medical procedure.

    “After all he is family and you know how bad I want to
    be a mother.”

    I couldn’t help raising my voice at the woman of my
    dreams, for my hatred of my brother was that deep. I
    raised the same objections that I had with mother.
    Seeing I was making myself upset, I calmed down and
    apologized to her on my knees. I could see I’d made
    her quite upset too.

    “I understand darling. After all, you two are quite
    different. He’s more of a playboy and you’re a steady
    rock solid type of guy that is devoted to his wife and
    family. That’s why I love you so much. I don’t want
    to make you angry again, but I want you to think about
    it, don’t you think that something like this might
    bring you two closer together?”

    “Highly unlikely,” I politely replied.

    —

    After my wife and I had our discussion about mother’s
    idea, things seemed to change around the house in very
    subtle ways. For one thing, she and my sister and
    mother began to spend more time together.

    I though nothing about it and even encouraged it,
    because I was away from home much more often than be-
    fore due to an opportunity to pick up more money by
    teaching night classes, in addition to my regular day
    workload. Betty seemed glad too. I assumed it was
    because we could save up faster to get her pregnant
    and start our family sooner.

    My wife, while still very loving, wanted me to abstain
    from sex and have another test done to see if my sperm
    count would improve.

    “Honey, I’ve gone through this twice before. I don’t
    think it’s going to do any good.”

    “You never know darling. Please do it for me.” She
    cooed sweetly.

    I reluctantly agreed. I didn’t want her to think badly
    of me. Plus I loved her so much. She knew I hated to
    abstain from sex, but if that’s what it took to please
    her, she knew I’d do so. Even if it was for six long
    weeks.

    After the first week, due to my abstinence, the extra
    work, and all the pretty coeds in my evening classes,
    I’d often be quite horny when I came home. I wanted
    to make love to my beautiful petite wife so badly, but
    knew I couldn’t.

    When I went through the test before, it was I who
    initiated the idea of me giving her head since I
    couldn’t do intercourse. However, recently, to my
    surprise, it was her who urged me to be her “pussy
    sucker”.

    She didn’t use words like that except on special
    occasions, like on our anniversary night or a special
    night out on the town. She was not given to using
    risqu� or vulgar language. She really seemed to get
    a much more rousing orgasm from my tongue than before.
    I mentioned to her that she seemed to be more juicy
    than when I tongued her before.

    The last time I mentioned it to her she just said,
    “It’s just your imagination dear. Thanks for a good
    sucking,” she said pecking me lightly on the lips.
    “Now go to sleep, and don’t play with yourself, because
    if you come, you’ll have to start all over again just
    like you did last week when you came in your sleep.
    You lost two weeks of saved up cum.”

    “I’ll try dear.” I replied as I laid there with a
    throbbing hard on and the taste of her in my mouth.

    She was sound asleep in less than five minutes. As I
    lay awake for at least three hours tossing and turning
    with an aching prick, I couldn’t get it out of my mind
    that somehow her cunt seem to taste slightly different.
    It seemed to have a more full bodied taste than before.

    I finally pushed the thought from my mind as I slipped
    off to sleep after what seemed an eternity of watching
    her beautiful figure lying next to me. She was so near,
    yet so far away.

    It was a Wednesday night and a transformer in the area
    went out causing the building where I taught to lose
    power. Class was excused three hours early. Thank
    goodness for small favors I thought as I drove home.

    Not having been by to see my mom in a while, I decided
    to surprise her and stop in on my way home and sur-
    prising Betty too, by coming home at a decent hour for
    a change.

    As I turned the corner to mom’s house. I noticed my
    wife’s car in the driveway along with my sister’s, as
    well as another car with out of state tags. I just
    thought mother must have a visitor, so thought nothing
    of it as I rang the doorbell.

    ‘What an idiot I am, remembering she hadn’t got the
    door bell repaired yet. So I used the spare key she’d
    given me for emergencies and opened the front door.

    When I walked in, I was about to announce myself when
    I heard loud moaning sounds and the creaking of the
    floor coming from upstairs. At that exact moment, both
    my mother and sister emerged from the kitchen where
    they had been watching TV.

    “W-What is that noise? And where is Betty? I asked
    puzzled by the look on their faces as well as the odd
    state of affairs in the house.

    I impulsively started up the stairs, as my mother and
    sister grabbed both my arms. They tried to stopped me.

    “Francis dear, don’t! You’ll be sorry. Go on home and
    we’ll talk about it later. It’s the best thing, trust
    me.” Mother said in a concerned tone.

    “Yes Francis, it’s best if you do as mom tells you.”
    My sister added.

    I protested and accused them of hiding something. This
    went of for a few moments before they let me go. It was
    obvious I was determined to see what they didn’t want
    me to see.

    “If he wants to satisfy his curiosity, who are we to
    stop him mother,” my sister replied with a rather un-
    usual but malicious smile on her face.

    Mother finally agreed and let me go. However, she too
    had a smirk on her face too as I rushed up the stairs.
    I flung open the door. What I saw before me cause me
    to drop to the floor in a dead faint.

    —

    “Francis! Francis! Come on Francis honey! Wake up!”

    As I opened my eyes, it was my wife’s lovely, but panic
    stricken face.

    “Whew! Thank goodness, you had us all worried there
    for a minute.” She said with a sigh of relief. The
    others present also echoed her sentiments.

    As I gained control of my senses I saw my mother,
    sister and my brother Nick, and of course my wife. My
    wife and Nick were still nude. Nick walked over to
    pick up a robe after helping me to a chair. It was
    more like he picked me up and put me in the chair with
    one hand. Even in my groggy state his powerful muscles
    were very evident.

    My wife hugged me and realized she too was still naked
    in front of everyone. She blushed and grabbed her robe
    to cover herself. As she did, I couldn’t help but
    notice the obvious wetness that ran down between her
    thighs. She and my brother sat on the bed facing me
    as I slumped in the big old easy chair.

    It was obvious what was going on. There was a con-
    spiracy between my mother, sister, wife and my brother.

    I was angry! I could see they were concerned, but at
    the same time, the look in their eyes were like burning
    stares that gave me the impression that they were also
    laughing at me. I was livid. I was so angry that I
    didn’t know what to do. I wanted to cry, but I just
    couldn’t give my brother the satisfaction of seeing
    me do that.

    Everyone started talking at once. I sat there stupidly
    as everyone tried to justify what they had done. I
    couldn’t concentrate on what they were all saying,
    everything was a jumble. I was still angry and on the
    verge of tears, and finally asked everyone to leave
    the bedroom except my wife.

    “Just be quiet, Let me talk Francis honey. I know
    you’re upset. I can’t change what you saw or how you
    found out. But I’m going to tell you this. You have
    to understand that if I went to this extreme, you must
    know how much I want us to have a baby. Our baby.

    I know you have some disagreements with your brother.
    But you have to understand that I must love you very
    much to do this. Anyway, I believe you’ll find your
    brother is more mature than he was the last time you
    saw him. He and I have been having sex for the last
    three weeks and I’ve got to know him better. Besides
    being a super lover, he has some nice qualities. I
    want you to give it a chance darling.”

    I tried to reply but couldn’t. I was tongue-tied at
    hearing my wife talk so matter-of-factly about cheating
    on me with my brother.

    “I want you to go on home, dinner is in the fridge,
    just pop it in the microwave. I want have more sex
    with your brother before I come home. I was on my
    second orgasm when you walked in on us, and I want to
    get some more cum out of his big thing before he
    leaves. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.

    I hope you can realize what it’s like for me to be a
    woman in heat, especially with a stud around like your
    brother.”

    “Y-You g-got off — off twice?” I asked feebly.

    “Yes! Actually, he gets me off four or five times every
    time we do it. He has so much more staying power than
    … er what I mean.”

    “You don’t have to say it. I-I know what y-you mean
    Betty.” I cut her off in mid-sentence. I didn’t know
    what hurt me the most, what she said or the beaming
    smile on her lovely face.

    “Don’t worry dear, I’ll be home later. Try not to
    think about the negative side of this. Only the bright
    side – us having our own child.” She said as she held
    the door for me.

    I was annoyed by her action to rush me out of the room
    and her impatience to get back to Nick. But what
    could I do except leave.

    “Nick darling, come help Francis down the stairs.” She
    yelled. It sounded like I was a feeble old man or
    something. Which I felt like at that moment. “Remember
    I love you darling.” She said kissing me on the cheek.

    Even though helpful, I could sense that my brother was
    smug and comfortable with his role my wife’s lover.

    Here I had fainted as he was fucking my wife in a way
    I could only dream about. She had confirmed it to me,
    and now he was helping me out of the room where he was
    “doing” my wife. I could tell that he was impatient to
    get back to it.

    “We’ll talk some more Fran when you’re feeling more up
    to it, but right now I’ve got to go finish something.”
    my brother said with a side-long glance at me.

    The unrestrained tenting in his robe showed that he was
    still erect despite all that had happened.

    As he climbed up the stairs, he adjusted his stiff cock
    as best he could. When he reached my wife at the top
    of the stairs their arms hooked around each other as
    they disappeared into the room and slammed the door
    shut.

    Out of the corner of my eye I could see both my mother
    and sister smiling at the situation. I mentally sighed
    and wondered to myself when would Nick stop being the
    cause of my humiliation.

    I sensed my sister, who was very dominant anyway,
    enjoying my plight. I wasn’t sure about my mother,
    after all, she was letting all this go on in her house,
    albeit, she reasoned that she too had a stake in Betty
    having Nick’s baby. That is, she didn’t want to wait
    any longer for grand kids.

    My sister also claimed that she wanted a cute little
    nephew or niece since she didn’t plan on having kids
    herself.

    My family justified their aiding Betty in her adultery,
    and didn’t seem to consider my feelings in the matter.

    My Mother tried to console me by hugging me as we went
    over their reasons and discussed my feelings of be-
    trayal.

    When the ‘now’ familiar noise from upstairs became
    audible in the room where we were sitting, it was more
    than I could handle. I rushed toward the door with
    tears running down my face.

    I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, but both my mother
    and sister saw me crying as I made it toward my car.

    My mother said in a loud enough voice for me to hear
    her from the drive way, “Baby, go home and jerk off,
    it’ll make you feel better.”

    I’d found out from her that the test I was saving up
    for was just a ruse to keep my inferior jism from mix-
    ing with Nick superior sperm. Before the door slammed
    behind me, I barely heard my sister and mother’s last
    statements.

    My sister said, “It’s a wonder Betty hasn’t left him
    for a real man before now. He’s such a cry baby and a
    milquetoast. Imagine, him fainting instead of fighting
    for his woman.”

    “Don’t be so hard on your brother, he’s not as strong
    as you and Nick. He and Betty love each other in a way
    that’s true love. And true love wins out over physical
    love every time.” I heard my Mother say as I fumbled
    for my car keys, fighting to find the ignition.

    —

    When I got out of the shower, I could smell food and I
    heard movement in the kitchen. Betty must be home.
    She apparently had stayed out all night as it was 8
    o’clock and I had to be at a class in an hour.

    “Morning darling, I came over to fix your favorite
    breakfast. Sorry I didn’t make it back last night.
    Since you knew what was going on, and er … and
    besides I thought you might need some time to yourself
    to let things sink in sort of …”

    I replied politely, but coolly. It was definitely not
    with the warmth and radiance with which she was
    beaming.

    She sat opposite me as she enjoyed her coffee. I
    couldn’t meet her eyes, she looked so beautiful to me.
    I cringed because I knew the serene look she wore was
    because of another man, obviously a better man – my
    stud brother.

    “Did you masturbate last night honey? I was hoping
    you did. After all, it was sort of cruel to have you
    abstain, but there was no other way not to hide from
    you what was going on. You do understand what we were
    saying last night about not running the risk of your
    weaker stuff being mixed with Nick’s?”

    Irritated, but feeling so ashamed at the turn of
    events, I sat silently after mumbling very cryptic
    answers to my talkative wife. I wondered — did she
    really know how bad she was making me feel? Did she
    even care?

    “Good, because now at least, I can jerk you off and
    help you sleep better. I still want to confirm I’m
    pregnant before I let you have sex with me again
    though. You do understand don’t you dear?”

    Again I mumbled a muted `Yes’ as I held the newspaper
    in front of my face trying as best I could to ignore
    her, and hide my shamed face.

    “Honey, I really understand how this must be bothering
    you. But you know what they say about the best laid
    plans of mice and men. Well, anyway, maybe it’s better
    this way. Because if you thought it was your semen
    that made me pregnant, you would’ve considered the
    doctors a liar. This way you know the truth even
    though it’s a bit painful to your pride. But I’m
    hopeful you and your brother can mend the rift between
    you. I really think that this baby might do that
    trick.”

    That was the most stressful meal I ever sat through.
    I started by not wanting to touch her, but when she
    opened her arms to me, I melted into them and replied
    in kind when she told me she still loved me. It felt
    good to be in them after last night.

    I went to work in a better mood than I envisioned I
    would when I awoke.

    —

    Two weeks after the fateful night when I fainted in
    front of my family my wife was notified by the doctor
    that she was pregnant.

    My family had brought him in on their conspiracy, so
    he wasn’t surprised at the turn of events.

    “You’re a lucky man Francis to have a wife so under-
    standing and a brother who could help you out in the
    bedroom department.”

    Again, I wondered if the doctor, liked members of my
    family, knew how certain words could only come out
    sounding humiliating.

    I meekly smiled, what else could I do. I was hoping
    that the little inadvertent quips, quotes and phrases
    that didn’t help my mental posture would be few and
    far between, but when I presumed that no more barbs
    were forthcoming to ridicule my manhood, or lack of
    thereof, more would always seem to come out.

    “Ah. Here’s a preliminary sonogram test. Well I’ll be
    damned, you’ve got twins in the oven Betty!” The doctor
    said in a very unprofessional tone. “That brother of
    your really knocked you up right!” He roared.

    After spending some more time telling us about what
    Betty could and could not do as she got bigger, he
    dumped a bit more humiliation my way.

    “Speaking of bigger, your brother must be much larger
    than you Francis.”

    “He is, much larger, why do you ask?” My wife inter-
    jected. Did she know she was again trampling over my
    manhood again?

    “I could tell by how much you’ve been stretched. I bet
    you had fun getting pregnant,” the Doctor said chuckl-
    ing as he showed us out of his office. My wife just
    smiled and winked at him. My face was red, I was flush
    with shame.

    “Now Fran honey, he didn’t mean any harm,” my wife
    said as we walked back to the car. She was calling me
    Fran just like my brother. I corrected her. She
    apologized. I felt better.

    As we drove home, I let her know I was glad this phase
    was over and that Nick could go back where he came
    from.

    There was a long silence from her. Then she spoke.

    “Dear, I want Nick to stay around, after all, he’s a
    part of this too, even though you’ll be the legal
    father of our children.”

    We had a long, almost heated discussion all the way
    home about my brother. Not only did she want him to
    stay, she wanted him to stay right where he’s been for
    the last three weeks since I found out about the
    family’s little plan, in the guest bedroom next to
    ours.

    She finally said that we would pick up the discussion
    later and quickly ran into the house and right into
    his arms. She told him the news and they both reacted
    as if they were the happy couple instead of Betty and
    I. They French kissed each other. I could tell it
    was a very wet juicy one.

    It dawned on me then and there that they were in love.
    The though sent a deep chill down my spine, and I
    silently went into my study and did some serious think-
    ing about my options and how to reclaim my wife’s love.
    I knew my bargaining power was not only minimal, but
    ‘very’ minimal.

    —

    During the last three weeks, the relationship between
    Nick and I was cordial but distant. He occasionally
    referred to something in the past, and when I let him
    know I perceived it as unpleasant, he’d chuckle and
    gloss over it. However, it was clear he was in the
    driver’s seat, because my wife slept with him over 90
    percent of the time since he moved in with us.

    Many times she woke me up in the middle of the night
    and had me exchange places with him so he could be with
    her in the larger bed in the master bedroom. This was
    so humiliating, but I reasoned that as long as no one
    outside the family knew of it, I could swallow my pride
    – what little was left of it.

    But as my wife had said, my philandering brother had
    matured quite a bit. I came to the conclusion that
    I’d find out just how much, albeit, in a way that I
    hated doing, but I knew I had no other choice.

    It was late Friday night. Betty was exhausted form
    the day’s activities of finding out she was with child,
    or should I say children, as well as fucking both my
    brother and I in way of celebration.

    Now that it was official she was pregnant, she finally
    allowed me some intercourse again. After she and I
    made love, she and Nick had a rousing bout that lasted
    the customary two-plus hours as compared to the twenty
    minutes it took me to get her off once. Over 15 minutes
    of that was me lapping her luscious cunt to do what my
    small tool couldn’t do.

    She’d been sound asleep for three hours when I decided
    I had to make my move. I eased out of bed and went
    downstairs where Nick was watching a late night movie.

    I nervously greeted him and used the excuse that I
    couldn’t sleep. I proceeded from that with some other
    small talk. Finally, I got up the courage to get to
    the real reason why I was there.

    “N-Nick I-I know B-Betty is in love with you. I-I
    suspect if you wanted to, y-you could talk her into
    l-leave me. I-I never thought I-I’d have to do t-this.
    B-But please don’t take her f-from me, s-she’s all
    I-I’ve got.”

    “Calm down Fran. You got some woman there. She’s got
    class and she’s sexy and has really learned how to do
    it good in bed. You can say I broke her in. She’s a
    good piece of ass, but of course you know that. Yep,
    she’s the kind of woman I’d love to settle down with
    and raise a family. I want you to know it didn’t start
    out that way, but it’s turned into much more. And
    believe it or not, I love her too.”

    “B-But Nick why her, y-you can g-get almost any w-woman
    y-you want. It took me so long to find her, please,
    I-I’d be willing to do anything to k-keep her.”

    I went back up to bed with my brother’s assurance that
    he wouldn’t take my wife away from me as long as he
    could be around her, as well as the kids, when they
    were born. He let me know if I didn’t accept that
    condition, he just might try to make her leave me. It
    was not what I sought from him, but I knew it probably
    was the best deal I could make, everything considered.
    We shook on it.

    He did make it very clear, as if I didn’t already know,
    that regular sex with Betty was included in the deal.

    The thing I hadn’t counted on was him being non-
    negotiable about moving out of the house. However, he
    did promise to get a job and pay his share. All in all
    I concluded I couldn’t have asked for much more than
    that.

    As I eased back into bed without trying to wake my
    wife, I mentally sighed and thought of all the compli-
    cations we small pricked nice guys have to go through
    to get and keep the women we love.

    As I settled down and was about to close my eyes, Betty
    turned over and hugged me. She startled me.

    “That was so sweet of you. You really do love me don’t
    you Honey?”

    “Of course I do dear. B-But what was sweet of me?” I
    inquired with a puzzled look on my face.

    She revealed that she was on her way downstairs to see
    Nick and overheard everything we talked about. I could
    see her broad smile even in the dark room.

    “You really thought I’d leave you after all these
    years?” She cooed sweetly as she snaked her hand into
    my pajamas and started handling my prick. I was sur-
    prised at how aroused she must have been.

    I told her about my observations and all about my fears
    upon seeing her and Nick so adoring to each other. She
    was rhythmically but slowly stroking me with two
    fingers as we talked quietly. It was so pleasant.

    “Well, you’re right. He has made me feel at last like
    a woman, in ways we both know you can’t. But the only
    way he would’ve been able to convince me to leave you
    would be if you would’ve been unreasonable about
    things. And of course you haven’t, and I love you for
    that. However, the three of us will work out just fine
    — as long as you remember your place.” She said in a
    warm, but serious tone.

    “M-My p-place?”

    “Yes honey, what I mean is that it must be understood
    that Nick is the real man of the house now. Any con-
    cerns you have will be considered, but he will have
    the final say so. Understood?”

    My cock pulsed at the exact same moment she laid down
    the law to me. I came all over the inside of my pajamas
    and her hand. It was a sticky mess as she continued to
    milk me anyway.

    Embarrassed, cowed, defeated, but feeling good, I was
    unable to come up with any kind of counter argument on
    the spot. As I slumped back into the bed, I meekly
    acknowledged to my smiling cunning wife that I under-
    stood `my place’.

    “Well honey since you couldn’t hold your load for me,
    how about using your sweet tongue to get me back to
    sleep.”

    I sheepishly positioned my face between her parted legs
    and felt her hands on the back of my head as I started
    to lap away.

    Her genitals still reeked of the heavy sex she’d had
    with my brother even though she’d had a towel between
    her legs to soak up their bountiful love juices. Her
    crack was still slick and her bush was still musky and
    moist. I started to say something, but with all that’d
    happened in the last hour, I decided that it was my
    best bet to accept things and not give her or Nick any
    cause to say I was being unreasonable.

    After a short while I got over the pungent smell of
    her sex and became engrossed in the flavor, and how
    rich she tasted. Fifteen minutes later, she closed
    her legs around my head with a rousing orgasm. Her
    hairy cunt got even juicier and I continued to lick up
    her flowing pussy juice until she relaxed her leg
    clamp around my head.

    As I raised up with my face awash with pussy fluids,
    Nick was in the bed and holding her. He was nude and
    his big nine inch boner was at the ready.

    They both looked at me in a way that I can’t described.
    I really felt awkward. I’d surely eaten quite a bit of
    my brother’s residual spent semen from his previous
    session with her. He had to know that.

    I felt so silly as I got up and tried to compose myself
    and ended up wiping my face with the same towel that my
    wife had used to sop up the previous lusty mess they’d
    made earlier. To make matters worse my wife reminded
    me about cleaning up the sticky mess in my pajamas.

    There was a low chuckle between them as I was about to
    leave the room. Nick was positioning himself between my
    wife’s shapely legs in a more conventional manner than
    I had just been in. However, Before I could leave, my
    wife asked me to do one more thing.

    “Honey be a dear, and put Nick in for me.” She said
    with a lusty smile on her lovely face.

    Not knowing what else to do, even though I know now I
    was being purely humiliated by my wife, I passively
    gripped his huge stalwart rigid penis and guided it
    into her juicy cunt.

    —

    “Honey, I think we may need to have some practical
    rules of operation for the three of us.”

    I listened intently. What she said was practical but
    again, humiliating to me once again — whether she knew
    it or not.

    Her rule was that Nick would make love to her first
    whenever we were both to fuck her in the same day.

    “You see honey, and I know you can’t help it. But all
    you do when you go first is get me aroused with your
    little thing, and then after you come, which is usually
    in a very short time, you spend so much time sucking my
    pussy to get me off, you’re tired and I’ve still only
    come once, at the most twice. I still feel frustrated
    and not satisfied.

    Now when Nick is through with me, what you can do for
    me really works out well for both of us. You get off
    and your tongue doesn’t have to work so hard and it
    feels so soothing on my bruised and ravished cunt, and
    it really feels good to get off when you do that to
    me.”

    She did say that when Nick wasn’t around and she needed
    a quickie, than my tiny prick and tongue would be more
    than welcomed as a way, in her words, “to take the
    edge off her horniness,” while she was waiting on his
    big dick.

    Again, I was at a loss for words. I’d basically been
    relegated to “sloppy seconds”, literally, whenever my
    brother was around.

    —

    At five months, Betty’s stomach was huge. However, I’d
    never seen her looking more radiant wearing her many
    colorful maternity outfits. When we were out and about
    she was the perfect adoring wife giving me all the
    credit for impregnating her. That really sent my self
    esteem through the clouds even if it was only until I
    returned home to the stark reality of me being nothing
    more than a pathetic figurehead of a husband and man,
    desperately trying to hold on to his wife and keep the
    marriage intact.

    As she got more swollen, Betty also became increasingly
    more dominant and arrogant when we were alone or at
    home and especially in the presence of Nick. She seemed
    to be constantly ordering me around and requiring me to
    wait on her whenever my mother or sister were present.
    For some reason they both encouraged her in doing this,
    and also ordered me around. On many visits it was as
    if I was the servant for them all.

    My wife seldom requested my brother, her adored lover,
    to do anything except snuggle up to her. In many cases
    she waited on him hand and foot and often had me do the
    same.

    As she got bigger it was more difficult for me to have
    sex with her due to the shortness of my prick. There-
    fore I was basically put off limits to her pussy.

    She would sometimes jerk me off, but often I had to do
    it myself as she was often not in the mood to be
    bothered with me.

    Nick on the other hand with his longer and seemingly,
    perennially hard member, had no problem reaching her
    from the back and side. She enjoyed him much better
    than me anyway.

    However, as she got bigger, the doctor curtailed the
    vigor of her sexual efforts as well as restricting deep
    penetration by Nick. She decided that a different
    approach had to be taken to get her off while meeting
    the safety concerns of her doctor’s advice.

    I’ll never forget the discussion we had on that subject
    one evening after I’d put in a long day at school.

    “Francis honey, I think I’ve come up with a way to
    enjoy the fullness of Nick’s dick and get off without
    moving around a lot.”

    I was pleased at her success and naturally inquired as
    to her approach.

    “Well, honey, first I want you to read this.” She
    handed me a nutritional analysis of what I perceived
    to be some food substance. The name of it had been
    taped over. She warned me not to remove the label
    just yet.

    “Some pretty nutritious stuff.” I replied after
    glancing over the page.

    She assured me it was all natural with no additives.

    I was still puzzled as to where this was all going,
    when she came back to the subject of a better way for
    her to get sexual fulfillment.

    “Now here is the plan darling. I’ll be on all fours
    with your face under my crotch. Nick will mount me
    from the rear. That way, it will shorten the length
    of his big cock that actually goes in. By the way, as
    you’re laying under me – with your feet toward my head
    of course – you can lick my clit and if necessary, hold
    back your brother’s big cock to limit how far it goes
    in. That’ll be like a safety measure in the event he
    and I get carried away.

    Now, sweetie, here comes the important part. You see
    the doctor is also concerned about my vaginal lining
    becoming irritated by semen. There is some chemical
    compound in it he’s worried about. He doesn’t want
    any ejaculate in me until after I’ve had our babies.
    OOH, feel them kicking dear. Here! Feel here!”

    Before I could object about her wanting me to lap her
    clit or hold my brother’s big dick as they fucked, she
    raised the maternity top and placed my hand on the
    taunt skin over her swollen gut. The kicking was very
    pronounced.

    “I just know you’re going to be a proud papa dear.”
    She said as she planted a warm kiss on my lips. Kiss
    my tummy dear to show me you’re glad I got knocked up
    by Nick.”

    Red faced, I meekly bent over and did as she asked.
    I kissed her swollen belly, the living proof and the
    ultimate humiliating indication of my cuckoldry.

    Even though expected, it always amazed me to see how
    big she’d gotten by my brother’s handiwork. Addi-
    tionally, my wife always seemed to have the knack of
    reminding me at the oddest times of how I was not the
    biological father of the babies she carried. I came
    to learn she got some sort of perverse pleasure out
    of seeing me squirm each time she did it to me.

    “Now darling back to what your role will be in getting
    me off in my current condition.”

    I was flabbergasted when she finally explained the
    remainder of her plans for me.

    “W-What! I-I can’t!!” I objected loudly.

    “Now dear, before you say can’t, lets review the
    facts.” My wife interjected as she opened a folder
    showing all the research she’d done in preparation for
    my anticipated objections.

    “I-I don’t care if his hot semen is n-nutritious, o-or
    h-how common it is i-in different c-cultures it is for
    lesser m-males to … to s-suck their wife’s lover’s
    prick … b-because they w-were b-better men. I-I just
    can’t. P-Please Betty! Sob! Don’t humiliate me any-
    more than you have. I-I just … Sob! … can’t t-take
    it anymore.”

    I lost myself emotionally and ran out of the room on
    the verge of crying.

    —

    I drove around for a while not knowing where to go. It
    was already 10 O’clock at night and I hadn’t eaten
    since lunch. What hunger I had, left me after listen-
    ing to my wife’s plans.

    When I realized I was near my mother’s, I drove to her
    place. Being the mama’s boy that I was, I guess this
    was the best place for me to be in my emotional state.

    “I was expecting you Francis dear,” She said as I
    walked in. “Betty phoned and said that you got upset
    and stormed out of the house. I’m glad you came to
    talk things over with mommy.”

    It felt good to hug and be hugged in mother’s powerful
    arms and to be held close to her bosom. I uncontrollab-
    ly blurted out the reason for my turmoil. She calmed
    my down, and had me go slowly over everything in detail
    as she prepared hot tea for the both of us.

    As I sat there in the kitchen drinking tea, I began to
    feel better. My mother calmly had me walk through each
    step of my wife’s humiliating role for me in her un-
    usual sex plan strategy.

    Mother had always been extremely logical and I admired
    her ability to dissect a problem to show its flaws.

    The tea was delicious. She poured me another cup. There
    was a new ingredient I was not accustomed to. I inquir-
    ed as to what it was.

    “Drink it all down dear and then I’ll tell you.”

    I wasn’t sure if it was because I hadn’t had any food
    or what, but the tea made me feel so comfortable and
    contented.

    “I put a little something in your tea that our family
    doctor had prescribed to help you adjust to what you’re
    going through sweetie. It’s called E-Tranquilizers. I
    dissolved a capsule in each cup. It will not only help
    you relax and not have anxiety attacks, but help you
    cope when your silly male pride gets in the way of
    logical thinking.”

    Under the influence of the drug, I listened intently
    as mother talked.

    “So you see dear, you pulling out Nick’s penis when he
    signals to you he’s ready to come, keeps her vagina
    from becoming inflamed by his virile semen.

    Now after you pull him out, you have two choices. You
    either left him shoot all over your face and the bed,
    which will result in a quite a mess which has to be
    cleaned up. Or you to simply slip it into your mouth
    and be a warm wet sucking receptacle for his abundant
    ejaculate.”

    Personally I think that would be the best option be-
    cause it’s tidy, and it’s better for him to come in
    something that is closet to being like your wife’s
    cunt. That’s just the way it is for big men like your
    brother.”

    They’re just not accustomed to coming in the air, like
    you do when you jerk off or when Betty jacks you off.
    Real men don’t really feel good unless they come in
    something close to a warm wet pussy.”

    As always, when my mother went through something step
    by step it made more sense to me. I talked to her
    about my wife’s increasing dominance and humiliation.

    “As I’ve told you before, being pregnant has changed
    her body’s chemical balances. So you really can’t
    blame her for all her actions. You have to be a loving
    understanding husband and accept them. That’s all
    there is to it. After the babies are born, she may go
    back to her original personality or it may be a per-
    manent change – in that case you’ll just have to put
    up with it honey.”

    I inquired if there was some drug for her to take if a
    it became a permanent condition.

    “Our doctor said no. You’ll just have to be a devoted
    loving loyal husband and accept her the way she is.
    However, since Nick will be a part of your family, it
    will make it easier for you. She’ll have someone to
    keep her happy in bed and she’ll be much more tolerant
    of you and your in-adequate She loves you dear, but
    it’ll be expressed in a different way than maybe
    before. Your love is all that’s needed to see you
    through, and maybe an occasional one of these
    E-Tranquilizers.

    These are potent, so the doctor doesn’t want you to
    take more than you really need. He only gave me those
    two. He’ll prescribe more if you need them. He also
    recommends swallowing your pride and doing as she
    wants. Just remember, you’re doing it for the good of
    your marriage – and now dear, also for your family
    that’s on the way. You must never forget that although
    it’s your brother’s seed growing inside your wife,
    these are legally your children. They are your
    responsibility.”

    Mother prepared me a cup of soup and a sandwich. It
    hit the spot and made me feel marvelous.

    She also confirmed that the “E” in the capsules she
    gave me stood for Estrogen.

    “Yes dear, just as you suspected, it’ll make you a bit
    more feminine to keep your male macho side from getting
    in the way of being a good husband to Betty, and more
    accepting Nick’s role in your house now. It’s all for
    the good of your marriage Francis.”

    I called Betty and apologized for my earlier outburst
    and told her I’d be glad to play the role she desired
    for me in her new sex plan. “I’ll swallow his come when
    he’s ready to ejaculate, if that’s what you really
    want,” I meekly told her.

    —

    As mother walked me to the door, she told me to be
    prepared for something else that my altered personality
    wife probably would desire of me. She said to keep it
    in mind, but not to mention it. She just wanted me to
    be ready for it. “Remember dear, to be forewarned is
    to be forearmed. And sweetie, do remember, you are
    your brother’s keeper and I’m proud of the both of you.
    You for being the loving understanding husband and him
    for making you a father.” She said as she hugged me
    goodbye.

    I didn’t reply, because I knew mother was being sincere
    and meant well, but I’d come to the conclusion that
    there was just no way of getting around the humiliated
    in my situation.

    —

    Nick and I and the family were assembled in the hos-
    pital waiting room when the nurse walked in and con-
    gratulated me on the birth of a healthy set of
    fraternal twins – both five pounds each and in perfect
    health.

    While the nurse was congratulating me, others in my
    family, including two of my mother’s uncles and an
    aunt were doing the same to Nick.

    It appeared that, what was suppose to be a closely
    guarded family secret was well known by many in my
    family and my wife’s also. I wasn’t suppose to hear
    it, but I overheard a relative whisper to another that,
    “his sperm is just too weak to make babies and he has
    a pencil size cock.” I heard another whisper back.
    “At least he’s smart enough to get a real man to do
    the job for him as well as give his wife what she
    needs.”

    My uncles more or less didn’t really congratulate me,
    other than to say how happy I’d be to have kids in the
    house. I knew in their eyes they felt I was less than
    a man.

    The nurse only allowed me to go in and see my wife for
    a minute. I thought, finally some respect for me as her
    husband, but my little bubble pride didn’t last long.

    As soon as my wife saw me and before she talked about
    the two beautiful babies she’d just had, she asked how
    Nick was. And as soon as the nurse was out of earshot,
    she asked if I had been a “good little hubby” and taken
    care of her man’s needs.

    Even though the E-tranquilizers had helped me accept
    my cuckoldry, I still was embarrassed talking about
    some matters with my brazen wife.

    “Y-Yes dear, I-I did as you told me. I-I have been his
    c-cocksucker whenever h-he wanted me to.” I said
    softly as I hung my head. And he had, I was swallowing
    at least one huge load of his hot gooey sperm a day
    while she had been in the hospital for the last 6 days.

    “Good! I didn’t want him to have any reason to go out
    and get some from another woman while I’m having these
    babies”.

    Mother had been right about my wife wanting me to not
    only help her have decent sex while she was bloated
    with the twins, but also had a plan for me to be a
    sexual surrogate for her pussy while she was in labor
    and recovering. That is, as best I could, Nick didn’t
    really care for my blowjobs nearly as much as he did
    for my wife’s pussy.

    But a few days later she was home and the smell and
    noise of two babies filled our house.

    I was busy changing diapers and making formula for
    “our” new son and daughter. Betty was the dutiful and
    doting mother, but whenever someone needed to get up
    in the night to see about them, it was me. She and
    Nick basically told me that was exclusively my job.

    Nick plays with them, but seldom, and I don’t think he
    ever actually changed them. For that he either called
    me or Betty. Betty also let me know that I would
    always have to re-arrange my schedule to baby sit if
    she and Nick should ever want to go out together.

    As the children grew, it basically became my respon-
    sibility to be their nanny.

    This allowed Nick and my wife to have all the freedom
    they needed to go out and party. Many of the neighbors
    have already concluded that he is more the husband and
    man of the house than I. They basically see me out
    strolling the twins, cleaning around the house and
    shopping for groceries, while he’s always out with my
    wife socially. This was especially true when they
    went on a cruise for a week and I stayed at home
    babysitting.

    As far as the bedroom is concerned, Nick is firmly in
    charge there. We still have adjoining rooms, but Nick
    spends far more time with, and in the bed with her, and
    in her too, I might add, than I do. In fact about the
    only time she ever lets me put it in is on our wedding
    anniversary and the kid’s birthday, and then only after
    Nick has had his fill of her.

    Almost everybody in both her and my family knows that
    she only lets me into her bed rarely and that I have
    to beat my meat for sexual relief most of the time.
    They also know that she always brings me her used
    slimy warm moist swollen pussy to me for a tongue
    cleaning after Nick’s made it messy. This is really
    the only way she seems to enjoy me having sex with her.
    I’ve grown quite acclimated to eating hairy cream pie
    and look forward to fucking her that way.

    —

    All in all, we do have a stable marital and family
    arrangement now. The kids are three years old and so
    adorable. They all look like members of the family.
    My role of a subjugated cuckold is firmly established
    and there’s almost no way I can get anymore respect
    than what little I have to live with now.

    However, things are about to be topsy turvy again. My
    wife told me she wants “us” to have another baby.

    Mother was glad to hear that Nick and my wife, Betty,
    were going to make me a father again, as well as her
    a grandmother again.

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