u/The-Katawampus

BiL finally moved out of the house my husband and I share after nearly a year of he and his son (my nephew) living with us following his brutal divorce.
He now has his own modest two bedroom place not far from ours.
For greater context on the prior situation; I will leave links to my three part story series where I documented my spiral into madness and the beginning of our affair (in almost real time as it happened) in the comment section below, but I'll not delve into it here.

Since his move, I've been making every excuse I can to go over there.
Mostly claiming I'm helping them settle into their new situation (loaning them things, bringing items over, etc).
All to get my spouse used to the idea that I visit there regularly, and to mask our actual intentions while keeping a veil of normalcy.
So far, only my 16 year old daughter has bothered noting that I spend a lot of time over at "Uncle Terry's place."

But as of last Thursday, we're getting a bit bolder.
We went out after midnight while my husband was at work and hit up a local Denny's, then a bar with a dance floor (he's a terrible dancer, but he did get out on the floor with me, so props there).
I grinded him with my ass a bit on the floor.

We were gonna head back to his place, but he claimed he had a better idea, and rented a room for the night in a nearby hotel chain.
He said he wanted to hear me cry out for him when I was "hair down and all-out."
We barely made it through the door before I jumped up into his arms and had my legs wrapped around him.
We made out furiously after he shoved me against a wall to help support my weight for a few mins, before he turned and literally hefted and threw me across the room onto the bed.

Before I could even gasp he was upon me and had my sundress pulled up over my chest and my panties yanked down around my ankles.
With fervor and both hands with firm handfuls of my ass cheeks he dovoured my ass and pussy until I cam against his tongue, while I was crying out to God and pulling the sheets apart (omg he eats so good).
I had only barely ceased spasming from climax before he was on top of me and I was bearing the fullness of his manhood fully sheathed inside me.
He grabbed my thighs and used leverage to hold me up, pulling my hips and ass up off the bed and keeping me impaled on his cock.
Keeping his thrusts firm but deep as he began fucking me.

We indeed went all-out.
Bed occasionally hitting the wall and me howling like a wild coyote in the night as he took me and vented his frustration with my body.
He demanded I cum for him again so he could fill me with his seed and have a better chance of fertilizing me (they say the female orgasm causes the cervix to spasm and dilate, accepting more semen).
And he did; he held out until I cam hard again on his cock, before he moaned loudly, dove deep and released directly against my cervix.
His cock violently throbbing and pumping his massive load inside me.
He started thrusting again immediately once he'd finished cumming, and refused to pull out.
He instead flipped me over and again held my ass and hips aloft.
He wanted gravity to keep as much of his cum in me as it could before he filled me again.
I had the sheets practically pulled clean off the bed and was begging him to cum with me before he gritted his teeth in holding out until we were rocked in our mutual orgasm.

He then bent me over and mated me again from behind about 45 mins later as we were cleaning up in the shower to leave, and again cam inside me.
He had to help me to the car by letting me lean on him.
I was so weak in the legs from the rigor and all the orgasms, and the last of his sticky semen still leaking into the crotch of my panties and making me uncomfortable all the way home.

I'm pretty sure the nearest four rooms on both sides down the hall from us all heard me being (potentially) impregnated.
This man is bound and determined for me to be the mother of his next child, and frankly it feels so good in the moment and he and his brother look so much alike, that I honestly couldn't care less at this point.
My husband holds his status and title, but his brother may very well be my soulmate.
I love both of my beautful bull males, and at this point both are making no effort to not cum inside me.
So may the most virile sperm win, I say.

~ Kat

Took this from a comment response I made earlier this week, and thought it deserved its own post, lol.

The biggest I ever personally seen happened when I was about 17 years old, working at an AMC movie theater shift after school.
This boy that went to a different school was my coworker, and he goddamn wanted me so bad.
All he did was brag about how big he was and how he wanted to spread me over his supposedly massive dick.

One Saturday night, very late after cloasing, he and I were sweeping up one of the theaters after the final showing and everyone had cleared out.
I was already irritated as hell cause our boss had given me a bad lecturing for being late again, and this kid is up to his usual antics like any other time he managed to get me alone.
I was finally fed up, and I called his bluff and told him to just whip that shit out and prove it while we were in the back of the theater.
This tall lanky-ass Harry Potter lookin' mf'er pulled out a half hard monster that was at least 8 to 9 inches still dangling.
I was stunned silent for what had to be at least ten seconds, and then I just dropped my broom and ran tf outta there.

I later apologized to him for my reaction, but I told him there was no goddamn way, anyway.
I have a tiny pussy, and that thing would've killed me.

~ Kat

It all started in a drive-in theater in 1997 when I was still in High School.
My boyfriend's younger brother; their dad had got tickets to Starship Troopers (a rated R film) from a raffle at his job, and at the time the boyfriend and I were having a spat because he'd stood me up for a date the weekend before.
It was just some stupid Dairy Queen meet-up, but back then in High School getting snubbed and stood up for a date on a Saturdsay night seemed like a way bigger deal, you know?
I was mad, still.

The brother snatched the tickets his dad had no interest in actually using and didn't want to take anyone in his family, so this boy (a full two grade levels lower than me and his brother) invited me instead.
I again was still fuming over the drama we had ongoing between us, so I agreed, hoping it would spark jealousy in my boyfriend and grab his attention (boy did it ever later on, lol).
Brother had been handed down his uncle's old 70's Chevy pick-up that still had bench seats.

Long story short; we're halfway through the movie when the movie's infamous sex scene occurs.
This boy is squirming and wriggling harder than a worm on a fish hook, obviously uncomfortable.
Finally (I assume by this point it was just his raging hormones and the scene before us talking) he just blurts out, "You know, my brother won't shut up about you... You're all he talks about, and he rubs it in my face all the time. He even boasts how good you are, and it pisses me off."

I'm just sitting there looking at him in stunned silence sipping my Cola, wondering where exactly he's going with this conversation.
He obviously couldn't make out the words to tell me what he was thinking or wanted, so he just exasperatedly huffs aloud in frustration, shifts himself into the middle of the seat away from the wheel toward me, and literally undoes his pants and whips out his half erect dick for me to see.
"I want proof he's not just full of shit..." he proclaims as boldly as he can muster, but with a crack in his voice.

I was aghast at this boy's (literal) balls, frankly.
I set my drink down and told him, "I mean, okay... But only because we're fighting right now, and he left me frustrated last weekend."
And just like that; I was giving this boy oral, and thoroughly enjoyed making him throbbingly hard in my mouth.
I was okay to stop there, honestly, but he wasn't having it.
It's not all he really wanted.

Next thing I know, he had gotten his hand across my back while I'm knelt over on the seat sucking him, and the skirt of my sundress hiked up over my ass (anyone walking past my window no doubt got a helluva a view, lol).
He notes the soft lace nature of my panties and states, "You wouldn't have worn underwear this nice if you weren't planning to show them off, I bet..."
He wasn't wrong... I didn't know it at the time, but I was in full ovulation and frankly horny as hell... and his cock throbbing with his heartbeat in my mouth wasn't helping.
My lil pussy was literally salivating for attention.
I tried to deflect and told him I was already doing him a massive favor, but he hedged his bet and kept prodding my defenses, continuing to rub my soaking wet coochie though my panties.

I said this was wrong, but he pulled me into his lap anyway.
I shook my head but didn't fight him in the slightest as he pulled my underwear down and left it dangling around my ankle and pushed me down onto him.
It didn't take him but a few probing thrusts and his tip found my waiting vaginal opening.
I felt him throb violently and I moaned loudly as he claimed my pussy and continued easing me down until I was fully sheathing him.
I relented and rode that boy until he pulled out and sprayed his seed all over my pubes.

After he'd finished jerking the last of his nut onto me he just picked me up and flopped me over onto my back on the seat splayed out before him, and before I knew it his weight was on top of me as he put it back in me and took me again.
His tongue in my mouth as I felt him forcibly enter and again bury his cock as deeply as he could inside me.
He's rocking the truck as he takes my body with the kind of rigor only youth can muster, and I'm baying like an old hound dog in heat while this boy is just furiously rutting my little body in our teenage hormonal tension.

This time he climbs up and forces his dick into my mouth as he finishes, making me suck my own bittersweet smelling juices off of him as he again unloads his semen.
"Good giiiiirl..." He purrs as he rubs my pussy and continues throbbing ropes of cum into my gullet, "Clean it up, baby. I've probably got one more in me."
Before he again returns below to again claim my pussy as his.

It was an oddly quiet ride home, but I was flushed (and satisfied) the whole time.
I think he planned the whole thing, but nearly botched making his move.
He also stole my underwear as a trophy to show his brother.
Boyfriend dumped me.
But brother kept pulling up to get me into his truck and we'd run off in secret.
I think even right after it happened I already knew in my mind that I had changed hands, but I have a lot of fond memories of that drive-in from that coming summer vacation.
Half the time, I already had his fly open and was pleasuring him on the road before we could even get there.

~ Kat

To make a long story a bit shorter; this occurred while I (then 21F) was still on active duty in the US Military, when my then boyfriend of a little under a year and I were both currently stationed in California.
He was (now looking back) one of my more toxic relationships I’d ever had.
He was a highly insecure alpha male type, constantly in need of affirmation and to be the life of any party; prone to bouts of intense jealousy and also verbally abusive.
But my God when he was in his element and in the moment he was so damn fun to be with.
We literally had entire weekend party benders where we’d blow our entire paychecks and wouldn’t stop drinking with friends until like four hours before Monday morning muster and PT, lol.

Well, we were back home in the states after a lengthy deployment the month before, so we did what we always did.
That whole few weeks after our standard battalion standdown procedures went underway was one big celebration, with very few break days in-between.
One night, while at a mutual friend’s on-base housing unit, us and like thirty or more others from various battalions threw a house-warming party and the whole place was lit up like a meteor was incoming toward earth and the goddamn apocalypse was happening tomorrow.
Literally people drunk, barbequing, beer pong, puking, passed out on the lawn, one guy pissing on the fence, a game of giant Jenga and strip-Twister ongoing in the house, and I’m pretty sure my friend Yasmina had taken like six dudes next door with her to run a train on her (pretty standard fare for our typical scene, honestly).

I’m sitting on the couch watching some poor sap fall in Twister (and lose his shirt as a result) with my boyfriend and my dixie cup of something with a hint of fruit in it that could have absolutely ran a diesel engine.
Our conversation turns to boyfriend's bestie, sitting an entire full couch cushion away from (he couldn’t even pull up next to me, lol).
Boyfriend starts just drunkenly and mercilessly shit-talking him about being a kissless virgin at like 24 years old.
What started out as fun teasing became increasingly uncomfortable as I could see the lad turn red and go silent with embarrassment and frustration (as other people in the room began tuning in to the conversation and giggling), and I actually spoke up in his defense, to attempt to deflect to a new subject.
My boyfriend was having none of it, though, and my speaking up only escalated the situation.

“Oho! Do you like him or something, Kat?... You two been sneaking behind my back?... I couldn’t believe that, he’s too much of a virgin… I bet you’d suck his dick right now though, wouldn’t you?!”

The goading continued, until he finally made a loud proposal in front of literally everyone, fully leaping up off the couch to do so and proclaim, “Tell you what, Brad… I will loan you my girlfriend tomorrow night, for the whole goddamn night, even… And if you’re still a virgin after that, you’re just hopeless and everyone here will know it.”
Brad and I both protested, knowing full well how my boyfriend was, and that we not only couldn’t believe he was trying to barter this deal, but that he was sounding like he may actually let it happen.
And everyone else present was openly laughing about it and seemingly encouraging him (he was charismatic and could work a crowd like that).

More surprising still, even after boyfriend had sobered up to a mild buzz the following day (which was pretty damn sober for him), he was still sticking to his guns on making this happen.
I pleaded with him not to do this.
I knew it’d crush and enrage him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
He was locked in and beyond all reason now, though…

He (literally) ordered Brad to come over to our place, and for me to find “something suitably slutty” to wear.
I chose the form-fitting burgundy backside plunging dress and lace stockings I’d worn clubbing with him on our first night out together, hoping seeing it would shock some sense back into him.
Again, he was not phased in the slightest and pushed us into the spare bedroom he’d set-up.   

Once behind the door together, Brad and I looked at each other in astonishment as we heard movement and loud shifting from behind the door.
The pair of thumping noises against the outside confirmed our beliefs.
This asshole had literally pushed a couple of pieces of furniture against the door and barricaded us in the room.
I was myself red and fuming at this point, and had a great deal to say about his antics after I realized he was sitting on the couch just outside within earshot.
Brad attempted to bring me down as the voice of reason, telling me this wasn’t necessary; even going so far as to suggest we could kick out the screen and escape out the room’s solitary window.

It was my turn to be hardheaded, though.
I insisted if my dickbag significant other was literally going to pimp me out to his best friend (all while listening outside), then I was gonna go through with it.
I calmed and composed down enough to take Brad by the hand and lead him over to sit on the bed.
I reassured him (quietly), that despite my boyfriend’s tenacity on the situation, I was actually okay with this at this point (even if just for spite’s sake).
Brad sheepishly admitted there had been some jealousy of his own over me in the time he’d known me, as we continued to discuss.

“Well, you’re never going to get a better shot than right now,” I assured him as I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, noting he was absolutely trembling in fear.
Brad was a bit plain looking, but not ugly by any means.
He had thick glasses and a very “Edward Snowden” type of vibe and nerdy appearance, tall and lean.
He looked so confused and torn until I took a hand alongside his jawline and drew his gaze to meet mine, gently introducing him to kissing.
Which he must’ve loved, because he quickly and instinctively had a hand around my waist to keep me from pulling away from him.

I started to undo the clasp at the neck of my dress, but he stopped me and said meekly that he’d like to “take it all in” and undress me himself.
So, I stood up before him to give him the full view.
Turning my back to him, so he could aid me in undoing the neck clasp; which he did promptly, and I let the dress fall clear down and over to my hips, completely baring my small round breasts to him as I again faced him to present myself.
He stood up with me and gently pushed the rest of the dress down to fall around my ankles.
Leaving me just standing there before him in my simple satin panties and stockings.
He’d meet me then, the view apparently finally sparking his libido and sex drive.
He pulled me into kissing him while standing again, and I could feel immediately that he was at least half hard and erect through his tight jeans. 
We must’ve kissed like this for awhile, because he was fully hard and by the time we split and broke away from kissing, there was a string of saliva between us from the exchange.
I whispered for him to take his shirt off as I fell to my knees, and he complied.
I admired his hidden but bulging length within his pants only briefly before moving to free it from its confines.
Tugging down his pants and boxers in one well practiced movement, his cock sprang forward to salute me; long and flushed a delightful shade of dark pink, with a pretty sharp upward bend and a very bulbous tip.

It was already throbbing violently when I got the base of it within my grasp, immediately running my nose down the length of him to sample his musky scent (one of my favorite things).
I was promptly turned on, and was waiting no further to begin vigorously sucking him.
Doing so as loudly as I knew how; so that dipshit sitting outside could no doubt hear the sucking noises I made when popping his bestie’s absolutely gorgeous meat in and out of my mouth.
It wasn’t long before he was crying out, grabbing a handful of my hair, and blasting the back wall of my mouth with fiercely flung ropes of hot jizz, which I swallowed with each pump of his cock.

I was in full gear at this point, and again grabbed his hand and led him over to the bed with me.
Once there falling into a crawling position and presenting him with all of my spread out posterior.
“I want you to pull my panties down and claim me as your bitch, Brad… Be as rough as you are able… I want him to clearly hear our lovemaking.”
He did as instructed, but gasped in awe as he was in the presence of the fullness of my lily-white ass and swollen starving pink pussy.
I had to push it back toward him and against the tip of his cock to snap him out of it and back to reality.
He then being made into a proper man as he took a few moments to guide the glans of his manhood between my lips to the precipice of my breach, moaning loudly as my coochie relented and accepted him inside me.
He being overwhelmed with my slippery heat and tightness as I pushed back against him until I was fully accommodating the length of him.
I knew he was mine at that point, and he began to thrust as I rocked my hips with his timing.
Brad wasn’t as rigorous as I’d hoped he would be; but I know for a fact my boyfriend heard my moaning like a goddamn whore in heat when I heard his boots abruptly cross the living room floor and heard the front door slam loudly when he left.
I was too far gone now to give a shit.
I let Brad continue fucking me until he lobbed his next load over my backside and clear up into my hair.
He was particularly fond of missionary, and claimed that watching the emotions and pleasure wash over my facial features while I cried out his name was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.

I don’t know what kind of porn this white bread pent up sheltered momma’s-boy was into, but for a first-timer he wasn’t bad at all, and actively tried out like six different positions (doggy was his favorite but he was too innocent to pull/yank my hair or choke me, sadly).
I only really had to actually instruct him in how to handle and eat pussy, and even then he picked it up very quickly and was so eager (even being willing to do it after f__king me, which is rare).
It was goddamn adorable, frankly.
I legit had a damn decent time, and this “kid” was on his way to becoming an absolutely phenomenal lover (with a bit more care and instruction and ample loosening up).
Overall, 8.4/10 for Brad’s first time.
I was actually wondering if there’d ever be a “round 2,” but sadly it wasn’t to be…

My boyfriend, very quickly spiralled downward into a jealous rage over the next few days as he stewed over the situation in his head after having heard the great time we had (like I warned him he probably would), and actively blamed me for “being a goddamn slut” and accepting the offer he himself had made to me and forced us into in the first place.
To the point he was becoming borderline physically abusive, throwing and shattering glasses and plates at the walls, having the base police called over to our place (twice), etc.
I fuggin’ bailed on his ass, practically immediately… of course.

I 100% don’t have time for that shit.

Needless to say, I was moved back into my (blissfully quiet) barracks room before the end of the next weekend.
I even reached out to the Brad to see if he wanted to continue hooking up (seeing as I was now single, and could frankly use a steady source of dick at that point), but my (now) ex had spun some massive convoluted yarn about how I had betrayed and humiliated him and warned him away from ever seeing or speaking to me again. 
Welp Brad, it was fun, but you let your bestie talk you out of more good times.

~ Kat