Lady in public

When I married my husband when I was eighteen I was a virgin.

He and I talked about it and we made the decision together.

I'm not saying there weren't some heavy petting and heated nights.

But, we were both virgins when we married.

But, after our wedding night, I figured since we were married there was no reason we couldn't have all the sex we wanted.

Basically, I turned into his slut.

Hey, I was his wife.
I had that right.

But, I was a lady in public.

I didn't cuss, drink or smoke.
Church on Sunday.
That is me.

But, I am a different woman when we were having sex.

I still didn't drink or smoke.

But, I would cuss like a sailor and the things I would do.

I never turned him down, if he wanted a blowjob and I never left him hanging.
One way or another I finish him.

There wasn't much off-limits.
We had a nice toy collection, along with lubes.

Thomas had taken me up the ass so much it got to where I didn't need that much lube or any at all.


I'm also very vocal during sex.

I'm not shy about telling you what I want and when it feels good.

Another thing.

I'm a heavy comer.
When I say heavy.
I mean heavy.
Thomas's cock used to look like you wiped it down with whip cream after I was done riding him.
I used to love looking up at Thomas as I sucked him clean.

We weren't just limited to our bedroom when having sex either.

Most of the furniture in our house was picked out for just an event.
From the ottoman to the wing-back chairs and floating chairs that hung in the downstairs.

My best friend knew we had a very active sex life.
But, she didn't even know all the details.

That was just between Thomas and me.

I loved Thomas with all my heart.

That is why I still to this day don't understand why one afternoon he came home, handed me divorce papers, and moved out all in one fell swoop.

No warning. No nothing.
All's he said was "Jessy, we have become different people."

What do you mean we have become different people?

Just five hours earlier you were pounding your cock into me professing your love for me.
Now we are different people.

Thomas said very little to me after that.
The only contact he had with me was with his lawyer.
Seven years of a blissful marriage gone in one afternoon.

As soon as our divorce was final Thomas left town and I haven't heard from him since.
I have no idea where he went or what he is doing.

But, my life is better now.

During our divorce, I moved in with my little brother Shawn.

Shawn is five years younger than me.
We have always been close.
So when I called to let him know what was going on and he ran right over.

No, I didn't seduce him the first night I was there.

Shawn gave me all the space I wanted and needed.
Which was usually where ever he was.

I tried dating.
But, most guys wanted to take me to dinner and then take me to bed.
A couple of them didn't even want to buy me dinner.

I'm not that type of girl.

So I kinda gave up on dating.

I started asking Shawn out every time I wanted to go see a movie or go out to eat.

Somewhere in there, I started falling in love with Shawn.

Shawn unlike my husband is an outdoors guy. Rough and ready. He also drinks and chews tobacco.

But, he also has a lot of the same values as me.

He is a little freer in the sex than I am.

He never brought a woman home.
But, I know he had several one-night stands.

I started getting jealous of the girls that came around.
One in particular.
I knew what she wanted when she showed up.
I didn't like her at all.
So she had to go.

In all this, I hadn't had sex in almost two years.

I went from a seven-year marriage of having sex every day to nothing.
Notta, zilch, none.
I didn't even pleasure myself.

I was also getting kinda pissed at Shawn.
He never even made a pass at me or gave me a second look.
I even started wearing some pretty revealing clothes for me.

I was getting pretty frustrated, to say the least.

Rain changed everything though.

Like it does in the midwest in the spring it can rain for several days in a row.

We had been cooped up for three days when I decided we were gonna fuck.

Now, I don't have the greatest body.
But, I do have some nice boobs and a well-shaped butt.
My boobs measure 32 double D's and my butt measure a plump 34 inches.
I stand 5'3" tall and weigh 140 pounds
So my boobs look kinda big.

We were playing cards on the living room floor when I looked at Shawn.

"Let's make this interesting." I smiled deviously at Shawn.

"Okay, what are you thinking?" He smiled.

"Strip poker." I grinned at him catching him off guard.

Thinking for a moment he looked at me with a grin.

"How far are we going?" He asked.

"You can't have a winner until one loses all their clothing. It wouldn't be a proper game." I giggled with mischievous eyes.

"Prepare to be defeated." Shawn chuckled.

"Go lock the door," I told him as I stood up and headed for my room.

"No cheating of adding extra clothes." Shawn hollered down the hall at me.

I wasn't adding clothes.
I was changing from my granny panties and plain white bra to my brand new peach-colored lace bra and matching thong panties.

I didnt plan on losing.
But, just in case.
Besides one way or another, he was going to see them.

Coming back I set down across from Shawn cross-legged.

"No, pulling your bra through the sleeve or any of that crap." Shawn smiled.

"Deal." I smiled as I grabbed the cards a started shuffling. "Five-card draw is the game." I giggled feeling my bald muff start to ache.

The first two hands went to Shawn.
Leaving me sitting there with no socks and no shirt with my big boobs on display.
And by the look on Shawn's face, he liked what he saw.

I won the second hand and got his shirt.

He should have had on more clothes.
He had on his jeans a t-shirt and underwear.
I knew I had it won.
I was always a better card player growing up.

Shawn won the next hand and got my sweats.
Which I made quiet the display of taking off.
I knew he liked what he was looking at.
Besides I was sitting cross-legged and I knew he could see my bald mound through my panties that didnt cover much to start with.

I won the next one and got his jeans.

I knew I had this won. Wrong.

Shawn one the next hand.

Looking at him in the eye smiling I reached up between my boobs and unclasped my bra pulling it off I tossed it at him.

"Here." I giggled playfully.

Dealing I just kept smiling at Shawn.

Looking at my cards I smiled big.

"Let's see them." Shawn smiled.

"You already have." I giggled poking my boobs out.

"Your cards." He smiled big.

"Four of a kinda." I laughed laying my cards down then leaning back on my hands pushing my boobs out while keeping my legs crossed.

"Very nice ." Shawn smiled looking at me with lust.

"But, not good enough. Straight flush." He grinned laying his cards down.
"I guess I get the panties too." Shawn smiled.

Still leaning back on my hands I stuck my legs out.

"If you want them. CUM get them." I smiled lustfully.

Leaning over Shawn crawled over between my legs and with his face a few mear inches from my aching muff he started working my panties off me.
I thought when I lifted my ass to get my panties off Shawn was going to lick my pussy.

But, instead, he just breathed in deep.

Discarding them over his shoulder Shawn looked up at me then back my muff.

With no patients in the way, I reached down and gently guided his face to my aching slit.

Five minutes later I was panting hard and begging him to make me cum.

"Please Shawn. Please make me cum. I need to so bad." I whimpered.

As always when I came it was thick and white and lots of it.

"Fuckkkkk yessss." I cried in pleasure.

Then it was my turn.

Pushing Shawn to his back in straddled his face and fought his cock free of his underwear.

Shawn is hung better than my husband was. He is thicker and longer with no hair.

I blew Shawn till he came in my mouth.

Then I mounted him.

We didnt make love.
We fucked.
We fucked in every way possible.

When I told Shawn I wanted it up the ass he kinda looked at me.

"You heard me." I giggled. "Fuck me in the ass with your big cock." I finished with a smile.

The harder Shawn fucked me in the ass the more I wanted it in the ass.

I had forgotten how much I liked getting analyzed.

"Cum." I grunted at Shawn while he shoved his cock into my asshole. "Shove your big cock up my fucking asshole and cum." I growled in need.

Shawn started pounding me harder. I fucking loved it.

"That's it. Screw my fucking asshole with your big dick." I grunted gripping the bedsheets.

Shawn grabbed me by the shoulders and started plowing into me with need and want.

"That's it. Fuck my asshole. Drive that fucking-fucking cock deep into my guts and cum you big dicked motherfucker." I cried in pleasure.

As we lay in bed later, I lazily sucked Shawn off as we talked.

"Jess, I would have never guessed you were such a slut." Shawn chuckled.

"Little brother you have no idea what you're getting into." I giggled admiring his cock.

"Is that so?" Shawn chuckled.

"Shawn. I'm a lady. Don't you ever forget that and you will treat me as one in public." I smiled

"What about in private?" Shawn smiled.

"I'm a slut. Sex is daily or multiple times a day." I smiled. "And it doesn't change just because it's that time of the month. We still have just as much sex."

"When did you turn into such a nympho?" Shawn chuckled.

"About a week after I got married." I smiled.

That happened three years ago.

Shawn and I are still together.
Shawn fucks me every day filling me full of his lushes seed.

I don't know why.
But, sex just feels better with Shawn. More right.