<p>It was your wife’s playful laughter that lured you from your sleep. You heard it again as you approached the door. Then you heard your brother’s laughter. He was visiting from out of town. He was the only other man in the house. It had to be him.</p><p>Laughter wouldn’t normally be a reason for concern, but there was something about it that gave you pause. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you opened the bedroom door carefully to try and stay silent. You poked your head out and looked down the hallway.</p><p>You heard a moan from the kitchen. It was quiet – there’s a fair bit of distance between the master bedroom and the kitchen – but you were certain it was a moan, and a moan could only mean one thing.</p><p>You stepped into the hallway and tiptoed towards the kitchen as your pulse raced. You heard the sound of kissing. It was possible your brother had a girl over, but since your wife wasn’t in bed it seemed far more likely that she was the one kissing him. For some reason you didn’t rush to the kitchen to try and stop them. Instead, you continued to tiptoe towards the obvious sounds of pleasure.</p><p>“We shouldn’t,” your wife said.</p><p>“I know,” your brother replied. “But I want to. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.” They met more than five years ago, six months before you and your wife got married. “I know you want me too,” he said. “You wouldn’t have kissed me like that if you didn’t want me.”</p><p>“You’re right,” she replied. “I want you. I do. I’ve wanted you for years.”</p><p>The sound of kissing drifted from the kitchen. You tiptoed closer. Your wife moaned. Your brother moaned.</p><p>You reached the edge of the kitchen. You peered inside to see your wife sitting on the counter with your brother standing between her legs. His shirt was off. Hers was too.</p><p>She reached back to unhook her bra and tossed it on the floor. His hands moved to her breasts and she moaned louder as their kissing intensified.</p><p>You looked down at the tent in your underwear. Your cock was stiffer than it had been in months. A confusing sort of lust coursed through your body.</p><p>“I need you,” your brother said.</p><p>“Take me,” your wife replied.</p><p>He stepped back and pulled off her pajama shorts and panties. He moved between her legs once more and your wife reached down and freed his cock. She moaned loudly. He was inside her.</p><p>You watched your brother fuck your wife as they kissed. You freed your cock from your underwear and wrapped your fingers around it. You stroked slowly as they fucked in the kitchen.</p><p>You experienced a level of arousal you didn’t know was possible. Every stroke of your hand up your stiff shaft felt like it brought about a mini orgasm. Your legs trembled and your loins were on fire with lust.</p><p>Your wife’s moans filled the house. You hadn’t heard her moan like that for you in years. Her passion was obvious and overwhelming. You could tell she was going to cum.</p><p>“I’m close,” she said. “Fuck, I’m close.”</p><p>Your brother fucked her harder. “Me too,” he said.</p><p>They kissed as she grabbed his ass and squeezed it possessively.</p><p>“I’m really close,” he said.</p><p>“Cum inside me,” your wife implored him. “Cum inside your brother’s wife.”</p><p>Your orgasm arrived in an instant. You reached out to catch your cum as it erupted from the tip of your cock. Your brother moaned and buried his cock in your wife. They came together. You all came together, though they had no idea you were watching.</p><p>You tiptoed away with a puddle of cum in your hand. You rushed to the master bathroom and dumped it down the sink. You washed your hand and hurried back to bed. You didn’t want them to know you were awake. You wanted them to do it again. You wanted to watch again. You wanted your wife and your brother to have an affair.</p>