My Brother’s Wife_(1)

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My Brother’s Wife
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It’s funny that anyone should think me a hero, especially my brother and his wife just because I fucked her a week after the two of them started dating.

Mona is not a moaner. She’s more of a screamer, and never the least bit hesitant to let the whole block know it when she’s having a climax. The next door neighbors know exactly how many orgasms she’s had the night before. Some of the women don’t like it. Some do because it seems to make their own husbands more interested. Of course they’re mostly interested in Mona. But since they can’t have her they take out their lust on their happy wives.

Sal is my twin brother. Most girls find him attractive, even now that he’s married. He’s six foot tall, dark, handsome and twenty-eight. He’s fourty minutes older than me. But we’re not identical twins. I’m much better looking. And Mona is such a knockout you wonder what she’d see in either of us. Then again, there’s probably not a man in the world that could match up to her looks. And by the way, did I tell you she’s also unbelievably sexy?

You wonder why such a sex goddess would let herself be tied down to one man. And perhaps the wrong man at that, since we all know she fell in love with me first. But I have this allergy to the word marriage. I don’t ever intend to let myself be tied down to one woman, even the most beautiful Helen the world had ever seen. Anyway, Sal was madly in love with her so why should I break my promise to myself and make life miserable for all three of us? Actually, maybe I’ll get married in my fourties, to some georgeous twenty year old. We’ll wait and see on that one.

Some men get married because they get fucked more regularly. Some get married because they’re actually in love. Sal had both reasons. He knows, of course, that Mona had many lovers before him, including his baby brother. And he knows that she often strays maybe just to see if the equipment still functions as well in different environments. But she remains faithful in the ways that matter to him. Like me Mona has too much love inside her to confine it to just one person of the opposite sex. With Sal she’s found the perfect situation, a man she can be happily married to while still having all the sex on the side she wants. And she keeps Sal’s pecker so happy that I don’t think he even wants to look at other women. God. When I’m within a hundred miles of her I can’t think about other women either. Which is why I’ve stayed away for two years since their marriage. If I lived in Brazil, we’d collapse into a three way marriage, with Mona perhaps dropping one of her extra lovers to make time for me. Or maybe not. She seems to be able to satisfy some large undetermined number of male erections completely.

If I stayed in Brazil I’d just become her second husband instead of remaining the “Playboy of Europe”. OK, maybe I’m not rich enough to rate “Playboy”, the kind they write about in the papers. But at twenty-eight I’m probably a lot more of a stud then the rich old farts. Girls hang around me because they want my prick, not my money. Fortunately I do have enough money so that I don’t have to waste my life making it. Which leaves me 24/7 for making love. It was hard leaving my little self supporting Harem in France to come to Brazil. The girls even promised to stay together, keep house and not fly off to their respective countries of orgin as long as I didn’t stay away too long. Anyway, most of them had carreer jobs which kept them happy and out of my hair during much of the day.

Seven is really too much for any man, even me. I hadn’t wanted that many full time lovers. But one thing led to another as it usually does. In most cases, the last four in particular, a girl friend from back home wanted to visit one of my girls, and naturally needed a place to stay. The house has plenty of space.