[m/f] Having an affair with my brothers wife | 2016

First, I want to say this. I know I am a scumbag for what I'm doing. I expect hate mail. It's terrible, immoral, if there is a hell I know I am probably going there but I have never told a soul about this and it's just a heavy thing to carry. I wish I could post this in /r/EroticLiterature, but it's not fiction.

This started in June 2014. I am 24, my brother is 30 and his wife is 29. I come from a family that has never really been close. My father passed away when I was a teenager, my mother and I do not get along and rarely speak. When I finished high school I received an acceptance letter to a university in another province and I jumped at it. Anything to get away my teenage mind told me. Most students come back home for the holidays/Summer. I never did except for one Christmas in the 4 years I was away. This should give you an idea of how disconnected I am from most of my family..except my brother. My brother and I have always cared for each other. He came to visit me, we would keep in touch via skype. He'd always make sure I was doing ok, which makes what I am writing even harder. On these visits he would always bring along his wife. She is an attractive woman, at least to me. Let's just call her Emily (fake name). 5'4ish, blonde hair, blue eyes, typically dresses elegant, sexy, yet somewhat modest. She is rather petite, and very fit. Lovely personality. I don't want to be crude, but she has the most incredible figure. When she would come to visit with my brother I sometimes couldn't stop staring, that's how attractive she is to me. But I knew she was off limits. That being said, after my 4 years was up, I got accepted to a graduate school back in my home town. So, off I was, back home.

Housing in my city is very expensive. So instead of living on campus or renting, my brother offered me to live in his house which is maybe a 15 minute bus ride to my university campus and very close to some nice beaches and the forest, free of charge. I accepted. I moved in June 2014. It's a three story house and I have the basement to myself pretty much. There has always been a bit of a mild perhaps, sexual tension(?), between Emily and I. There was some very PG 13 light flirting, back when she would tag along to visit, that's it.

My brothers career involves him sometimes working late in the evenings, so that would leave his wife and I in the house alone. During these periods, I would notice Emily would wear more I suppose you could say, less formal clothes. Things that made it tempting to stare. Sometimes she would just walk around in a thong and tanktop. The first night any actual "cheating" took place was towards the end of June. My brother was working, Emily was home, and I was watching TV and having a glass of wine. She was wearing a pair of tight black lulu lemon yoga pants, and a white tank top with a red bra which was fairly visible through the thin material. I invited her to come sit down and watch TV. She accepted. We didn't really watch the program. The volume was low, neither of us paid much attention. What was supposed to be a quiet evening of just killing time watching TV turned into more of a long conversation about life, her marriage, family, just everything over some drinks. She confessed to me that things with my brother and her were not doing well. Their marriage was strained, they had been fighting a lot but were trying to keep it down since I was living there now. I told her my worries and issues. She told me a lot of other things about her and her family and the tough things she was dealing with. And just like that she got emotional and started crying.

At first I was not sure what to do, but I scooted up closer to her put my arm around her and consoled her. I told her that things would get better, that she shouldn't worry. She slightly turned her head to look at me, at this point we were just inches from each others lips looking into each others eyes. And I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe it was how beautiful she looked, how incredible she smelled, the alcohol, maybe a combination of all 3, but I leaned in and kissed her. She didn't push me back or anything. Instead she accepted it. We made out for maybe half a minute. She then climbed on top of me and straddled me a little. My hands were on her hips, ass, we continued to frantically make out like our lives depended on it. I couldn't tell you how long it went on for but it was amazing. We stopped, didn't really say much. My brother came home, they went to bed, I just went to my room to try to process what the hell had just happened.

These things continued mildly escalating as the days went by. My lust and infatuation with this woman overrides any shred of reason. Sometimes I would come up from behind her and press my throbbing hard cock into her ass while cupping her breasts, we continued to make out, things got more sexual. The first week of July a straddling and making out session turned into her stripping down to just her thong and giving me head while I played with her ass. It was incredible.

In July Emily and my brother were throwing a party for a mutual friends birthday. We had a house party with lots of his friends and coworkers. My brother got completely wasted, so did she. I had a lot to drink too. Fast forward to the end of the night, my brother stumbled upstairs to sleep. Everyone was gone at this point. Emily asked me if I was staying up to drink more, and I told her that I was tired and was going to (try) to sleep. She told me she was going to be up a while because she was not sleepy. I retired to my bed. But I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned. I must have flipped the pillow back and forth to the cooler side a dozen times. All I could think about was what was going on between Emily and I. And I was turned on. I felt guilt, I still do, but I can't deny my other feelings. That night, I was aching to fuck her. I couldn't sleep because of how exasperated with lust I was. My cock was harder than it had ever been. I checked the time. It was about an hour since everyone went their separate ways.

With a feeling of guilt, I picked up my phone and texted her "you awake?" What seemed like an eternity was only about 5 minutes. "Yes" was the reply. I asked her if she wanted to come down to the basement to watch a movie. No reply. Instead a few minutes later I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I got up, and sure enough, it was her. Wearing a white silk robe. I think she knew there wasn't going to be any movie watching because seconds later we were frantically making out again. I quickly undid the belt of her robe. Underneath she wore nothing except a black lacy thong. I briefly groped and sucked her breasts. She got down on her knees, pulled my boxers down and took the head of my erect cock in her mouth. When I was close to cumming, I remember it took me every single bit of willpower and strength I had to hold back. I pulled out of her mouth, and we got onto my bed. She climbed on top of me and began to ride me. For maybe 15 or 20 minutes, I don't know, all you could hear was our breathing and her light moans. She rode me harder and faster until I came inside her. Relief washed over me. She just collapsed on top of me and we lay there like that for a while.

Eventually, I got hard again. I knew I wanted to fuck her again before she went back upstairs. This time I wanted her in a different position. I bent her over my bed doggystyle. This time our fucking was harder and more primal. I thrusted inside her hard. You could hear the sound of my balls slapping against her cunt. Her moans were louder, she grabbed a pillow to muffle them. When I was getting close to cumming I gripped her hips tightly and held her in place as I took one last hard thrust and exploded, shooting every last drop of my seed I had in me deep in her. I just laid on the bed with her for a few minute completely spent. Eventually we kissed, she gave me a long hug and put her robe back on and left upstairs. Ever since that night, our relationship has been full on sexual. We fuck every opportunity we get when my brother is not home. I've been a dom for years so her and I have been experimenting with things she's never done before such as bondage. I feel guilty, but the lust I feel is far too great for me to want to break it off or tell my brother. I'm not sure what the future has in store. This has been going on for 2 years, he does not suspect anything, yet. I know I'm a shitty person, won't deny it.