I never meant for my husband to find out, but once he did, everything got filthy fast. It started with my brother-in-law, Mark. He was always around the house, fixing shit my husband never had time for. One afternoon I was in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties when Mark walked in.
He stared at my hard nipples poking through the fabric and said, “Fuck, Lisa, you’re killing me.”
I didn’t stop him when he grabbed my ass and bent me over the counter. His cock was thick and hot as he shoved it inside me from behind, pounding hard while I moaned like a slut. “Your brother’s wife is so much tighter than mine,” he grunted, slamming into me until I came all over his dick. We fucked like that for weeks, raw and nasty, in the garage, the backyard, even once in the marital bed while my husband was at work.
The day he caught us, Mark had me on all fours on the living room floor, my tits swinging as he drilled my pussy. “Tell me you love your brother-in-law’s cock,” he ordered, slapping my ass. I was moaning it out when the door opened. My husband stood there frozen, watching Mark’s balls slap against me.
Instead of yelling, he locked the door and walked over. “So this is what my cheating wife does,” he said, voice low and rough. He unzipped and shoved his cock in my mouth while Mark kept fucking me. I gagged and drooled around him, spit running down my chin as they used me from both ends. My husband pulled out and slapped my face with his wet dick. “You like being a whore for family? Then you’re getting both of us from now on.”
They switched places. Mark fed me his cock, still slick from my pussy, while my husband rammed into me. I came so hard my legs shook. After that afternoon it became our secret routine. My husband would “work late” but really come home early to catch me riding Mark or sucking him off. He’d join in, calling me his dirty cheating wife while he fucked my ass and Mark took my mouth.
One night Mark brought his son, my nephew, who was twenty-two and home from college. I was already naked on the couch when they walked in. My husband just grinned and said, “Show him what a family slut you are.” I ended up on my back with three cocks taking turns in my holes. They filled my pussy, my ass, and my throat until cum was leaking out of me everywhere. I begged for more, telling them how much I loved being caught and used.
It never stopped after that. Every time my husband left for work, one of them would show up. Sometimes both. They’d bend me over the kitchen table or fuck me in the shower, always raw, always calling me the cheating wife who got found out and turned into the family cumdump. I stopped pretending to feel guilty. The truth was, getting caught made me wetter than anything else. Now they all know exactly what kind of wife I am, and they keep coming back to remind me.
