I’m a happily married 31-year-old woman. I visit a health club regularly and, even after giving birth to two beautiful children, my figure is still the same as it was when I was in high school: 36-22-35. I’ve gotten all kinds of propositions from all kinds of men but always turned them down.

My marriage and sex life are fantastic, and I haven’t felt the desire or need for another man — at least not until last summer, when my husband’s “little brother” Jack came to stay with us for his vacation. Jack isn’t actually his little brother, but my husband had grown up next door to him and had taken on the role of his big brother after Jack’s dad abandoned his family.

My mouth fell open in surprise when we met Jack at the airport. When we left New York eight years ago, he was only 10 years old, and for some reason I still pictured him that way. But here he was, 18 years old with piercing blue eyes, light-brown hair, a well-toned, muscular frame, and a very prominent bulge between his legs. He looked like a younger, leaner, taller version of my husband. The truth is, I found myself becoming very attracted to him.

On the drive home, his body pressed against mine every time the car hit a bump, and by the time we got home, I was tingling with sexual excitement. My husband’s work requires regular travel; he’s usually away from home three days and nights a week. When he’s out of town, I indulge in many enjoyable bouts of masturbation, and for the first two weeks Jack was staying with us, he was the center of my sexual fantasies. But because he was my husband’s close friend, I was afraid to do anything to help make my fantasies a reality.

Once, when I was cleaning the guest room where Jack slept, I found a pair of my panties between the mattress and box spring. When I pulled them out, I found what looked like dried semen on the crotch. The idea that Jack was using my panties to masturbate excited me tremendously, so much so that, one day, after Jack and I had smoked a joint, I felt I couldn’t stand the situation anymore and decided to make a move. We were talking about clothes, and I asked him what size underwear he wore. When he asked why I wanted to know, I told him I was wondering if he could fit into a pair of my panties just for kicks. He didn’t need much persuasion to try. I brought out the sheerest pair of light-blue panties I had, and Jack trotted off into the bedroom with them to change. By this time, my vagina was tingling and my nipples were pushing against my bra.

I decided to remove my bra, knowing the sight of my hard nipples would excite him. When Jack came out of the bedroom, I was so excited! I could see his entire circumcised cock and balls through the sheer material. He was standing there in front of me with his beautiful crotch at eye level.

Then I told him that I knew he was masturbating into my panties!

Jack’s face grew red with embarrassment—but that’s not all that grew. Right before my hungry eyes, his cock began to swell. God, was that exciting! The head reminded me of a huge strawberry, the way it strained against the tight nylon material, leaving a small wet stain of come that had oozed out from the tip.

I told Jack not to be embarrassed because I masturbate often, too. As said it, I started to push my pants and panties down and pull my shirt off. I spread my legs wide and asked Jack to kneel down between them. With one hand around the back of his head, I pulled his face toward my vagina and began to pinch my nipples with the other. Jack’s tongue squirmed into my wet hole and ran up and down its entire length. I started to climax, locking my thighs around his strong neck.

Jack came up for air after about 10 minutes or so. I licked my juices off his glistening face and French-kissed him. Then I made him stand in front of me while I reciprocated. I kissed and licked his muscular chest and flat, hard belly, kneading his buttocks with my hands. Then, without further delay, I pulled the panties down, and his beautiful one-eyed monster sprang up to slap me in the face. Separating his buttocks firmly with my fingers, I licked him from his hairy balls to the tip of his sweet cock. He placed his hands on my head and begged me to suck him. I began to slowly suck the swollen head between my lips. It smelled and tasted delicious. It was so fat that my mouth was getting sore from having it slide in and out. His thrusts were quickening; he literally began to fuck my mouth. In just a few seconds, his legs stiffened and his balls began to twitch uncontrollably. I could feel he was about to come — and did he ever!

He let out this growl, clutched my hair real tight and I felt thick, hot spurts squirting onto the roof of my mouth. Without a pause, Jack sank back down to his knees and began eating me again, while I reached over into the end table to get out my mirror. The touch of Jack’s skillful tongue combined with the sight of his come dripping from my mouth reflected in the mirror brought me to another tremendous climax.

After this warm-up, Jack and I went into the bedroom where we went at it hot and furious for at least an hour. The sensation of being filled by his big cock was incredible. I’d never been so stuffed and stretched, and I absolutely loved it.

Jack and I made love whenever we could that summer. As far as my husband and I were concerned, I became even hornier than usual when he got back from his trips. Needless to say, he was delighted.

I guess my experience could be chalked up to fulfilling one of my fantasies. All women need them. I think they make for happier wives.

H.L., California