The Cuckolding of Dennis

“You know how I feel about your brother,” Mindy said as she finished washing the glass she held. “He’s rude to you, always talking down to you. It’s just not right. Why would we let him stay with us when he treats you that way?” They had the same argument every time Brent wanted to come visit. Dennis pretended to understand why Mindy was upset; Brent’s behavior was something Dennis had to live with all his life. He had just grown accustomed to it, whereas for Mindy, it was something new every time Brent arrived, and it truly was sad, because Brent was one gorgeous specimen of manhood, broad shoulders, thick biceps, a smirk that melted every woman’s pussy when he offered it to them. Even his bad boy attitude sent tremors down a woman’s body to pool the wetness between her legs. Yet, Mindy didn’t need his attitude in her house or against her husband. “Besides, he’s always looking at me as if you’re not my husband, and he wants to get me into bed.”

Dennis nodded, taking the glass from his wife and drying it. “I know, I know. Trust me. He’s done it all my life. Hell, I think he even slept with a couple of my girlfriends in high school. But, he’s my brother, Mindy. I can’t tell him we don’t want him here. Family is family after all.”

Mindy glanced over at him, wondering how the man she loved was the weaker of the Walden brothers. Oh, he was perfect in so many ways, romantic, gentle, sweet, loving, a giving man in bed. However, when it came to just taking her, to using her for his own pleasure until they were both sated, he was just too… Soft. Soft was nice in the outside world, wining and dining in restaurants, but not in the bedroom. In the bedroom, she wanted someone who would take what he wanted. Dennis didn’t take as much as pleaded, and that characteristic was what made their sex boring to Mindy. Oh, he’d work at getting her off, but usually he had to do it with his tongue after he had already gotten his orgasm. Brent was definitely the stronger of the two, and his presence only served to remind Mindy how different the two men were.

“And when is he supposed to be here?” she asked as she washed another plate. Her mind would be full of fantasies until Brent left, wondering what it would be like to have his hands on her body, to see if his cock was more substantial than his brother’s smaller manhood. She loved Dennis; she just wished he was more endowed when it came to the bedroom. She knew she couldn’t put up with a lifetime of Brent’s attitude and highly doubted the man would be a faithful husband, anyway. Dennis wouldn’t even look at another woman, no matter how hot the lady was or how willing she was to have him in her bed. No, Dennis was the faithful puppy, always clambering at her feet. Mindy loved it and hated it at the same time.

“He’ll be here Friday,” Dennis said, stacking another plate. “He’s just staying the weekend, and then he’s gone to Miami for a meeting Monday. Short and sweet.”

And frustrating, Mindy thought. “I’ll go out tomorrow and make sure we have food and beer for him. Two days is not a whole lot of warning.”

Dennis shrugged. “He said it was a last-minute trip. That’s all I know. I’m sorry it’s such short notice.” He leaned over and kissed the side of her face. “I’ll find a way to make it up to you. Promise.”

“It’s all right,” she said, still picturing Brent’s strong arms as they pinned her to the bed, taking her in his brutish way. “It’s only for a weekend. I’m sure I can survive that long.” I’m going to need batteries for sure.

When the dishes were finished, Mindy retired to the living room with a glass of wine while Dennis took out the trash. She had two days to prepare herself for Brent Walden and the testosterone that would soon flood her house. Her pussy dripped just thinking about him, his thick shoulders over her, his large hands cupping her ass, his lips devouring her pussy. She shook her head, trying to scatter the images from her mind. She did not need to be thinking of her brother-in-law that way.

Yet, she couldn’t help it. When she thought of a man taking her and using her, Brent is always who she pictured, even when it was Dennis’s cock inside of her. She didn’t know if her husband knew of her fantasies with his brother as they never talked about those type of things. She wasn’t sure she would be able to tell him even if he did ask. The whole thing was just so wrong, so taboo. It was a line no one should ever cross.

However, she wanted to cross it. Wanted to feel Brent’s power take her as he plunged his cock inside of her. She squirmed in her seat just thinking about it.

“Someone is feeling a little randy,” Dennis said as he entered the living room. “What’re you thinking about that has you squirming over here?” He took a seat beside her and slipped a finger inside of her shorts to feel her pussy. “Oh wow, you’re soaked, honey. You’re really having some naughty thoughts, aren’t you?” He slid down on his knees in front of her, grinning. “Let me see if I can help you with those.”

She watched as he slid her shorts off her legs and spread her thighs, opening her slit up to his mouth. She wanted to tell him to stop, that it wasn’t right for him to pleasure her while she thought of another, but she needed his attention right then. He lowered his mouth, gliding his tongue between her wet folds until he found her hardened clit, where he pressed and lapped like a professional. What Dennis lacked in the manhood department, he more than made up for with his tongue. She squirmed against his face, picturing Brent’s dark-blond hair buried between her thighs, pictured the younger Walden tonguing her pussy, sucking her juices. She cried out, pressing her pussy harder against her husband’s mouth as she imagined his brother between her legs.

Her orgasm hit her sudden and fierce. And quick. She screamed, gripping Dennis’s head and holding him fast to her pussy as she ground against him. Her back arched as she cried out, eyes clamped shut, and she had to bite her lip to not call out Brent’s name.

When she collapsed on the couch, her breasts heaving with her heavy breaths, she saw the glisten of her wetness on her husband’s chin and could only imagine what it would look like on Brent’s.

“Wow,” Dennis said. “You were definitely ready for that one. You going to tell me what you were thinking of that got you off so quick?”

Mindy just smiled at her husband.