My brother's wife Bailey is a fox. She is the sexiest woman I've ever met and for years I have lusted for her. Not that anything would ever come of my lust. My wife would kill me if I ever acted on my lust for Bailey and if she didn't my brother most certainly would. I couldn't touch, but I could look and I did. I could also flirt and I did that too.

Bailey was aware of the effect that she had on me and it pleased her to tease me every chance she got. I've never seen her in the nude, but never the less I still think that I've seen everything she's got. Bra less and in a low cut top she would bend over in front of me to do something and I would be able to see all the way down to her navel. If she was wearing a short skirt somehow, when she was around me, it would ride up and I'd see the thong she was wearing. Once at a party she came out of the bathroom and caught me in the kitchen:

"Bob honey, do me a favor. Are my seams straight?"

I turned and saw she was wearing old-fashioned nylons with seams up the back and she lifted her skirt for me to check them out. To this day I don't know if they were straight or not. What captured my attention was the perfect ass that wasn't covered by panties. I mumbled, "Looks okay to me" and hurried out of the kitchen before I could get myself in trouble.

When it came to flirting she always managed to stay one step ahead of me and take it to the point where I had to back down. An example: At a party one night I said, "Damn Bailey, you look good enough to eat."

"Then why don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's find some place private and you can eat me" and she lifted her skirt up to her waist to show me that she was only wearing a skimpy thong."

We both knew that I wanted to, but we both knew that I wouldn't. Point to Bailey.

Another time I was dancing with her during the Saturday night dance at the Elks and she plastered herself against me. My cock, which was already hard just from being in the same room with her, instantly became iron bar hard and it twitched a couple of times and she felt it and she smiled. I'd had just enough to drink to be bold and I said, "It likes you."

Bailey giggled and said, "No it doesn't. If it really liked me it would come out and play."

"He's just shy. Maybe if you tried to talk him into coming out he would."

"I can do that sweetie" and her hand pulled my zipper down and she had her hand inside my fly before I did what she knew I would do. I pulled away from her and said we should be getting back to the table. Point to Bailey.

This went on for years. I have no idea what my brother thought about it because he never brought it up, but my wife thought it was a riot. I didn't hide what was going on from her and she knew about my flirty ways with other women and she looked upon what Bailey did to me as my getting my just desserts.

I have always believed that there is nothing wrong in looking at, appreciating, and lusting after the ladies as long as you kept your hands to yourself. My wife knew this about me and her attitude was simple:

"Look all you want, lust all you want, but don't you ever forget that your cock is mine and only mine. I ever catch you letting some other lady play with it and I will do a Lorena Bobbit on you only I won't toss it into a field where it can be found and then reattached. I'll stuff it down the garbage disposal and you will never see so much as a scrap of it ever again."

My flirting with Bailey came to an abrupt halt on my parent's thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. My sister had decided to throw them an impromptu party. My brother already had an out of town business commitment he couldn't get out of so he asked if I would pick up Bailey and take her.

"You don't drink much and Bailey sometimes takes on more than she should and I'd just as soon she not drive."

"No problem. I'll see that she gets there and gets home."

When Bailey got in the car she was smiling, but as soon as she sat down the smile disappeared.

"Where's Bev?"

"She's spending a couple of days at her mom's."

"Sudden decision on her part?"

"No. It was planned before Stella decided to have a party and the tickets were non-refundable."

The ride to my parent's house was a quiet one as Bailey spent most of the trip looking out her side window.

The party was like most anniversary parties where all the guests are immediate family and close family friends. There was no dancing or music, just a bunch of people having drinks and socializing. About an hour into the party I noticed that every time I saw Bailey she was looking at me with what I could only call a contemplative look. I also noticed that she seemed to be drinking heavily.

We had been there about two hours when Bailey came up to me while I was talking to my cousin Tom and tugged on my sleeve.

"I need to talk to you about something. Can we go some place quiet?"

Just then Tom's wife came up and told him it was time to go and he walked away to say his good-bye's. I turned to Bailey, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Not here, someplace a little more private."

"I don't know where sweetie. This house isn't all that big and it is full of people right now."

"Come on, I know a place" and she gave my arm a tug and I followed her to, of all places, the bathroom. She pulled me inside and locked the door behind us.

"Okay Bailey, what is it that is so important?"

She set her drink down on the top of the toilet tank and said:

"I've watched you watch me for years and I've always known what you were fantasizing about. You would imagine me doing this" and she reached for my belt buckle. I was so surprised that she had my belt undone and my zipper halfway down before I got my shit together and grabbed her hands.

"Why are you stopping me? You know you want it."

"Fantasies are fantasies Bailey, not things you would really do. You've had a little too much to drink and I don't think you know what you are doing."

She picked up her drink and handed it to me, "Taste it."

It was water. Plain water with a twist of lime to make it look like a vodka tonic.

"I'm sober as a judge honey" she said as her hands went back to my zipper and by the time I had set her drink down she had my zipper down and my pants around my ankles. I reached down with both hands to pull my pants back up, but by the time I had the waistband in my hands she had my cock in hers and she was licking the head of it.

One thing I try not to be is stupid. I never, ever intended to cheat on my wife; I'm just not the kind of guy to chase after another woman. But another woman chasing after me? Especially a woman who has been my fantasy for years? A woman who already had my cock in her hands and was licking it? It was something so far fetched that I'd never even considered it. Yet here it was happening to me and I was going to say no? To my credit I did say:

"Stop that Bailey, this is wrong and we can't do it," but Bailey didn't answer me because her mouth was full and so I gave up the fight and just accepted it.

Bailey gave great head and I felt I was in Heaven. My wife did not like oral sex, but she would occasionally suck my cock if I begged and pleaded with her long enough. Even then it was more like a hand job with a little mouth action and no way on God's green Earth would she ever let me cum in her mouth. Bailey on the other hand went after my cock like getting me off was the most important thing in the world to her. She licked and sucked, she played with my balls and she even teased my ass with a finger.

Being used to my wife I tried to pull out when I was ready to cum, but Bailey grabbed me with both hands and pulled me back into her mouth and when I erupted she swallowed every drop and held me in her mouth until I was soft. She let my limpness fall from her mouth, licked it clean and then looked up at me and smiled:

"I hope it was worth the wait baby."

"Why? Why did you do that? I mean it was always just flirting so why did you do this?"

"Long story honey and I'll tell it to you on the way home. Let's go and say our good-byes and get out of here."

The first five minutes of the ride home was silent as Bailey looked out the side window and then she took a deep breath and slid across the seat to sit next to me.

"How much do you know about your brother's kinky side?"

"I didn't even know he had a kinky side."

"Well he does, and while a lot of it is harmless and I go along with him there are a few things he wants to do that I have always refused to do. He is heavily into porn sites on the net and he gets a major kick out of sending nude photos of me or photos of us making love to sites that will post them. He always blanks out our faces, but I would guess a couple of hundred thousand people have seen my nude body or have seen me and your brother making love or have seen me giving him head. I've never cared as long as he made sure that no one would ever know that it was me."

While she was talking she had unzipped me and worked my cock out into the open and was stroking it.

"He also loves porn videos and one night a week he stops on the way home and rents a couple. We watch them and go to bed and fuck like rabbits until we are exhausted. The one thing he wants most and the one thing I told him I would never do was fuck another man while he watched and then joined in. He has kept after me for years and I have steadfastly said refused. All of a sudden, about a year ago, he stopped asking. "Hooray" I said to myself, he finally got the message.

"One day I was in Electronics Avenue to buy a DVD player and I saw that they had a sale on 'nanny' cams and on a whim I bought one. I got one of the technicians to show me how to hook it up to a VCR and he sold me what I needed to make the set up sound activated. You know, the system lies dormant until a loud noise triggers it to turn on. Anyway, since your brother likes porn videos I thought I would surprise him with one he was staring in. I set it up in the bedroom on a Saturday while he was out playing golf and I switched it off.

Monday, before I left for work I turned the system on so it would capture me as I came into the bedroom when I got home from work, took off my work clothes and then dressed for an evening of hot sex. I came home that night, did a slow strip tease, put on a garter belt, nylons and high heels and went downstairs to greet my hubby with a martini in hand and an invitation to skip dinner and go directly to dessert. He got home and I drug him upstairs and fucked his eyes out. I did the whole nine yards — oral, anal, vaginal and every position I could think of — and then we fell asleep."

By the time she reached that point in her story I had to pull the car over to the curb because her hand had me ready to shoot. She knew exactly why I had pulled over and she giggled and bent to take my cock in her mouth. As soon as her lips closed around my cock I let go and just like before she swallowed every last drop. As soon as she took her mouth off me I pulled away from the curb and continued on to Bailey's house.

"I still don't understand what this has to do with me."

"I'm not done yet honey. The next morning I woke hubby up with a blow job and we had sex and then we both dressed and left for work. I didn't have a chance to view the tape until I got home that night. The camera worked great. The picture was clear and even the sound was good. The only problem was that it wasn't me on the tape, at least not on the first half of it. Apparently hubby dear had come home during the day with two guests. That's right honey, guests, as in more than one. I guess hubby got tired of me saying no to a threesome so he went out and got someone else. I watched my hubby and a guy he works with fuck the whore six ways from Sunday. She sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum, she took it in the ass, in the pussy and ass at the same time, in the mouth and ass at the same time and when they were done with the slut she changed the sheets on the bed and the three of them left. The screen went blank and about ten seconds later it showed where I came in."