The day had been hell! First there was a bomb scare at the airport, making all of the incoming planes late and causing a huge back-up of work orders and packages for delivery. Then there was an accident on the expressway that held traffic (and his delivery truck) backed up for hours, in both directions. Then there was the unhappy customer whom proceeded to curse him out in front of her business staff for not having all the packaged items she had been expecting for her inventory lists. -Milt ending the day working 5 hours overtime to make sure every package got delivered to their destination safely. By the time he finally punched out at the time-clock, it was well past 8pm. He was tied, hungry, stressed, and feeling very insecure about returning home to an empty house.
He and his wife (Demeecee) were married 3 years. They didn't have any children, but that was something they both discussed working on once they felt financially secure. Milt wanted to be a daddy, just not right now. He still considered himself to be young, and liked his freedom of hanging out with the "boyz" whenever he chose without having a curfew.
He thought of his wife and their wedding. The day had forecast for rain, but it shined bright and beautiful during the entire ceremony. Demeecee looked gorgeous in her strapless white wedding gown. She wore her hair up, and had her make-up was professionally done. Milt couldn't wait to get her to the hotel room for their honey-moon where he planned to ravage her until the early morning hours. They couldn't keep their hands off each other then, -now, he wondered if he'd ever lay eyes on her face to face again.
When he drove up to his house, it was already dark. The street lights were on, but Milt was too weary to notice. He was hungry, but too tied to go to the fast food joint to pick up anything. Demeecee was the cook of the house, she kept him fed on meals like macaroni and cheese, pork chops, fried chicken, collard greens, yams, T-bone steaks, fried potatoes, meatloaf, lasagna, and spaghetti & meatballs. After marriage, Milt found he had to put in more time at the job's gym just to keep the weight off he would have surely gained from her cooking. Not that he was fat or anything. At 31 and 6-0, Milt was in fine physical shape with a muscular tone, a trim 34" waist, broad shoulders, masculine looks, a short close cut, and a milk chocolaty brown skin complexion. He usually wore a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, but would sometime alternate to just the mustache when he got bored with his looks. Women complimented often, or took second and third glances when he walked down the street with his wife, which drove Demeecee insane! She hated when other women ogled him. She didn't want him to have a swelled head, thinking he could get any women he wanted. But deep down she knew it was true. She had a good catch, even if she didn't always appreciate it.
Milt parked his car (which was in need of an oil change soon) in the first available parking spot he could find on his block, and got out. All he wanted to do was take a nice hot shower and go to bed early. Nothing was going his way right now, and he needed to escape from the day.
He placed his key in the door, and was immediately greeted by the smell of home cooking. 'Who the hell...?' -he thought, as he wandered inward. He knew it wasn't a burglar (what kind of thief breaks in and cooks?), so he figured it was either his mother stopping pass to make sure he had something healthy to eat, or...
"Demeecee!" he shouted, standing in the kitchen's doorway. She was bent over, her head in the stove and her ass in the air when he came in, but he noticed her just the same.
"MILTON!" she screamed, slamming the over door closed as she rushed over into his arms. Milt looked shocked as she grabbed him and gave him a huge hug, -he flinched at first, thinking she was going to hit him instead. "Marlon told me the whole story! I should've known YOU wouldn't have done no gay ass shit like that without being tore up first!"
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
"Marlon told me that yall went drinking that night, and that yall got so drunk that you had a bar fight and kicked some guy's ass who for looking at you wrong! He also told me yall got in real late, and fell asleep in bed." Milt listened closely, careful not to say a word as his wife explained. "He said you was too drunk to know what you were doing that morning I walked in, and HE was...well, let's just say he told me about what happened to him in jail!" she said, sorrowfully.
"He told you..."
"Yeah, that he was raped by a group of men. That they tortured him for nearly a year. He said that he was drunk, and thought he was back in jail when you...you know, did it to him." she said, twisting her face up funny. "He didn't know where he was until he heard me scream. By then it was too late."
Milt didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe that Marlon actually went and told Demeecee this story, and that she actually believed it! Then again, part of it was true. He did mistake Marlon for Demeecee when he first woke up to take a leak. But when he discovered it was Marlon instead, he was even happier.
"I should've known you wouldn't have done no shit like that, for real! Not with the way you've been beating up MY pussy every chance you get!" she teased, touching the side of his face gently as she moved in close to kiss him. Their lips touched, but Milton didn't respond. He was still too shocked by it all. It hadn't truly sunk in just yet that his wife was back. Demeecee broke the kiss, and turned back towards the stove. "I've cooked your favorites, collard greens, yams, mac & cheese, and turkey chops!"
"So, just like that...you're back, and everything's okay?" asked Milt, in disbelief. He felt like a solider who's been at war, then suddenly found himself staring in the face of a tamed society. Did he miss something?
"Yes. Marlon explained it all to me. I could definitely see it happening that way. I mean, I KNOW you'd been horny since we hadn't been fucking all that much lately. And with you both being high...it's reasonable. I can see it happening." she said much to his surprise. Then she tilted her head downward, looking at him with a devilish grin... "And I know how you get when you're horny and high..., how many times have I woke up to find you on top of me, fucking the shit out of me?" she said, with a bit of smolder in her voice. Milton saw her nipples grow hard under her blouse. "Why don't you go up and shower while I finish cooking dinner? Then I'll let you do some cooking in the bedroom...!"
Milt did as he was told. Mindlessly, he went upstairs to his room and began to remove his uniform. He thought about what Deme had said, and how she said it. She truly seemed to be on the up and up. He couldn't believe that she bought Marlon's story hook line and sinker. Had it really happened that way, and he fucked Marlon not knowing it wasn't really Deme in bed with him, -she would never have believed it! He wondered what Marlon's admission meant in terms of their (brother/sister) relationship?
He felt the hot water hit his aching muscles, gently soothing away a day's worth of stress and frustration as he soaked himself under the spray. He couldn't help but laugh at the situation, knowing he was the luckiest man alive to have gotten out of it. Marlon was a life savor. He had to thank him personally for coming up with that story, and pulling it off so convincingly. His mind lingered on Marlon, as he wondered what he was doing right now. Then he thought about his brother Carl, and the situation he inadvertently put Marlon in. Carl was probably laid back on that dirty futon getting his dick sucked by Marlon, as if he was some common hoe!
Milt tried to control his anger with the way his brother was treating Marlon. Getting emotional never did him any good. It never changes things, so why bother? He thought more of Marlon, about him, his personality, his body, his butt. He recalled the last time they took a shower together, how hot his body felt all lathered up against his. His dick grow hard the instant he pictured the 2 of them together. Instinctively he reached down and lathered it up, stroking his soapy hand back and forth along the length. Milt hadn't jacked off since his marriage started, yet now he found himself so engaged as he imagined sex with his wife's brother.
"Damn!" Demeecee said, pulling back the shower curtain and catching her husband in the act. "Can't wait for ME?" she smiled, thinking his hardon was for her! Milton smiled and backed up against the wall as Demeecee stepped into the shower naked. He took her full girlish figure into his arms, and squeezed her tight. He planted her mouth with a hard kiss, ramming his tongue into her mouth. His hardon ground into her gut as he reached around and grabbed her phat booty and squeezed it roughly in his big strong masculine hands.
"OH!" moaned Demeecee, overwhelmed by her husband's aggression. Milton was never what she'd call overly sensitive in bed, but he was never quite this rough and manly with her either. She felt like kneaded dough in a pastry chef's hands. He pulled, pinched, prodded, poked, squeezed, groped, grabbed, mangled, and mauled her all over.
He turned her around until her back was to the wet wall, then entered her swiftly. Demeecee gasped as she felt the full thrust of Milton's dick push through her, fucking deep into her cervix as he bent forward and cupped one of her tits into his mouth. "Uhhh...!" she moaned, feeling his sucking lips and his teeth roughly embed into the skin. "Milt, not so rough..." he groaned, trying to keep up with him as he started to hump up inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he pushed his dick in and out. He tongue kissed her deep, smashing his mouth into hers until she could hardly breathe. The water poured down on them as they made hot heated love in the shower, gasping and groaning like animals as they fucked each other like mad dogs.
"AHH, AHH, OOHH, AHH, OH MILT...I'M CUMMING BABY, I'M CUMMING!!" shouted Demeecee, her body trembling as he hit her SPOT. She wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders and clamped her pussy down on his dick. Milt felt his wife's vagina milking him as she came, and started shooting his thick hot load directly into her in the same instant. "OOOh MILT..." she sighed as she felt his dick throbbing inside her, hosing her uterus with his sperm.
Milt groaned into his wife's neck, biting his bottom lip to keep from calling out the name of the person he was thinking of at the moment he came."Marlon...!"