I love my brother very much

At noon, my brother Tom and I had lunch together at a restaurant. He lives out of town and rarely comes to visit. He was on a business trip and, since it was lunchtime, he called to invite me to Mario's Restaurant. I love my brother dearly and would do anything for him. But he can be quite temperamental sometimes, and this time was no exception.
After some small talk and small talk, he finally revealed the real reason he wanted to see me and invite me to lunch.
His wife had checked into the Hilton Hotel on Tuesday to shop for her luxury goods.
"Still want to buy a pink car?"
I asked.
"Ahem, let's not talk about it. It was just to get her out of the house and have something to do. But I came to see you because I wanted to ask you about what she said about you going to a hotel with a redhead."
"Oh, saw what redhead? That was just her imagination."
"Don't joke around, Jack. Your sister-in-law Cathy is considering whether to tell your wife, Linda. You know they're very close."
"Well, I don't want to put Cathy in that position. Tell her to tell Linda everything she saw. Or, even better, tell Cathy to sit in the Marriott lounge at 5 pm today, where she can see the front desk. She'll see me taking a sexy, big-breasted woman to check in, and that'll give her more motivation to tell Linda."
"What? You seem completely indifferent to your marriage?"
"That's the problem, brother, I really don't care. My marriage is a mess, it's been five years, it should end. It's just too painful!"
As I said this, I recalled seven years ago, that hopeful and dreamy moment.
I stood in the church, watching Linda walk towards me arm in arm with her father, and I couldn't help but beam with joy. She was so beautiful, so pretty, so intelligent, and she was going to be completely mine! I could hardly believe I was so lucky to actually marry her.
Meeting her was purely accidental. That day, I received a call from a client, asking me to come to his company to discuss some matters. I pressed the wrong floor in the elevator and unknowingly walked into Linda's company.
When I saw a very beautiful woman sitting behind the reception desk, I was a little surprised, because it wasn't my first time at this client's company, but I had never seen this woman before.
As I stood there, staring blankly at this beautiful woman, she smiled radiantly and asked, "How can I help you?"
I remained staring, my mind a complete blank, unable to utter a word. Her smile softened into concern, and she asked again, "Are you alright?"
I stammered, "I want to marry you."
She blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I would never accept your proposal before we've even gone on a date. Before you propose, let me know your name, okay?"
I finally managed to speak properly: "My name is Jack, Jack Barnes."
"Hello, Jack. Now, back to my first question, how can I help you?"
I told her who I was looking for, and she told me I was in the wrong place and pointed me in the right direction. An hour later, I returned to Linda.
"Lost again? Jack Barnes?"
she asked, still smiling.
“No, this time I know exactly where I’m going. Didn’t you just say you would never accept a proposal from someone you haven’t even dated? Now I’m asking you out. When are you free?”
She considered for a moment and said, “Tonight, Jack Barnes. I’m free tonight.”
I arranged to pick her up after work and left Linda’s company in a very pleasant mood. That evening, as we sat together in the restaurant, my heart was further captivated by her charm.
After some conversation and getting to know her, I was certain she was the woman I wanted to marry. So I asked her, “I know you well enough now. I want to ask you the most important question: do you want a simple wedding or a grand one? Or would you like to go straight to Las Vegas for our honeymoon and make it official?”
She laughed and said, “It seems you’re not a very thoughtful person, Jack Barnes.”
“Why do you say that?”
I asked, puzzled.
"Didn't you even look at my left hand?"
I glanced at it and saw a huge engagement ring on her left hand. I shrugged and said, "What does that prove? You're with me now, not him. I only know you're my woman, and he's just a nobody." "
But I didn't promise you anything." "
Actually, you already promised. Accepting my invitation to a date is a promise."
"Have you always been this confident?"
"My confidence comes from knowing we're a match made in heaven."
"Heh, we'll see."
And so began my four-month-long, relentless pursuit. Finally, one evening when I invited her out for dinner, I was overjoyed to discover that her engagement ring was gone. I immediately proposed to her again, and she finally said yes. Later, she walked towards me through the church aisle with the same radiant smile I'd seen when we first met, making me feel like I was in a dream.
The first year of our marriage was incredibly blissful. We wanted to be together all the time, rushing home after work each day to see each other and be intimate. Whenever we were home, we were always naked, my penis almost always inside her. Even when we were too tired to continue, we didn't want to separate, always embracing and caressing each other's bodies and genitals. Whenever Linda walked past me, I couldn't help but caress her body, and she did the same.
One day, I had just gotten home from work when Linda excitedly ran over and hugged me, saying, "Honey, I have amazing news! I went to see the doctor today, and guess what he said? You're going to be a dad!"
I had always thought that pregnant women would become bloated and unattractive, but to my surprise, Linda had become even more beautiful and sexy.
Our sex life was incredibly vibrant. Linda not only enjoyed sex but also tried all sorts of different sexual techniques. Although I wasn't as adventurous as she was, I was always happy to cooperate with her whenever she came up with a new idea or method. Through continuous exploration, we tried many sexual fantasies in our married life, such as water sex, mild SM, and other sex games. We enjoyed oral sex, anal sex, and vaginal intercourse in a frenzied, comfortable, and passionate state.
Linda especially loved it when I licked her vulva and swallowed my semen. Both normal sex and special sex games would bring her to a state of sexual frenzy. After she became pregnant, we continued to enjoy a very happy sex life until she was eight months pregnant, when we stopped vaginal and anal penetration, but we continued to enjoy the stimulation and pleasure of sex through oral sex.
Life is so beautiful, life is full of hope.
But our beautiful life changed in an instant. That day, perhaps stimulated by our oral sex, Linda's water broke. I rushed her to the hospital. However, due to severe infection and complications, our child died shortly after birth.
This tragedy was an unbearable blow to Linda; she seemed to become a completely different woman overnight. Although she survived, she was like a walking corpse, completely losing her former enthusiasm for life. She shut herself off, refusing to let me touch or hug her, let alone make love to her—she kept me at arm's length.
After a period of recuperation, she fully recovered, and the doctor told her she could resume a normal marital life. To my surprise, she immediately moved out of our master bedroom and into the guest room upon returning from the hospital. When I asked her why, she said she needed her own space.
Shortly after being discharged, Linda went back to work, but this did nothing to help her grieving state. She tried every means to work overtime, which made me suspect she was trying to keep me away. After six months of this, I finally found an opportunity to sit down and talk to her about our problems.
However, Linda didn't think she had any problems. She said I didn't understand her, that as a man, I couldn't possibly understand the mindset of a woman after such a blow, and so on.
I suggested she seek professional help, but she refused. I then suggested we both consult a psychologist, but she refused that too.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone,"
Linda stubbornly said.
Since her hospitalization, we haven't had any sexual contact. However, when we go to parties with friends or visit our parents and relatives, she behaves perfectly normally. Once, I even overheard Linda telling her girlfriends that I was a wonderful husband. But once we got home, she would retreat to her bedroom and refuse any physical contact with me.
I love my wife very much, but I'm a man, a man with normal, even strong, sexual needs. After 16 months of sexless sex, without even a kiss, I finally couldn't take it anymore.
Jenny is an administrative secretary at a company that shares an office building with ours. We often bump into each other in the elevator or other parts of the building. One afternoon, we happened to meet again in the elevator. Since it was just the two of us, we naturally greeted each other and chatted for a bit. We introduced our jobs, discussed our bosses, and talked about our family lives.
During the conversation, I took a closer look at this woman for the first time. Jenny was about 1.65 meters tall and weighed about 55 kilograms, with flaxen hair that reached her armpits. As I looked at her, my heart began to flutter, and I fantasized about having a passionate encounter with her in the elevator.
Suddenly, Jenny said, "You're married, aren't you? I saw your wedding ring."
She pointed to my left hand.
"Right?"
"Are you happy?"
"So-so."
"Oh, are you having an affair?"
"Not yet."
"What do you mean? Do you have one, or do you want to?"
"I don't know."
I hesitated for a moment, then said, "I don't know why I answered your question like that."
"Maybe it's because deep down you have thoughts of cheating."
"Oh... how did we get to this topic?"
"I brought it up."
"Oh, why did you ask that?"
"I think you're quite manly, and I like married men."
At this moment, the elevator had arrived at the first floor of the building. Just as the elevator doors opened, Jenny turned to me and said, "If you understand what I mean, don't waste your time inviting me for drinks and dinner."
Ten minutes later, we were lying naked in each other's arms on the hotel bed. I told Jenny that I would ejaculate quickly during my first time, after all, I hadn't had sex in a long time. Jenny laughed and said, "It's okay, darling, do whatever you want, but I promise you, whether your first time is quick or slow, it won't be the only time."
I only lasted two minutes before ejaculating during our first time, but as soon as I got off Jenny, she rolled over and knelt beside me, looking down at me and asking, "Do you like licking a woman's vulva?"
"Yes."
"Great."
Jenny said, turning around and straddling me, forming a 69 position, and took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard. Jenny's oral sex skills were good; her sucking felt very good, and I soon became hard again. Seeing my penis hard again, she wanted to get up and have sex with me again.
I really enjoy licking a woman's vulva. Since my wife's accident, we haven't had sex, and I haven't licked a woman's vaginal fluids or clitoris for a long time. So, just as Jenny was about to get up, I grabbed her, still wanting more, and continued licking her vulva while holding her buttocks with both hands.
Soon, Jenny began to moan loudly, shifting her hips and rubbing her wet vulva against my face. I continued licking her vulva, then took her clitoris into my mouth, gently biting it with my teeth and grinding it hard with my tongue, stimulating her as much as I could, making her moans grow louder and louder. Finally, Jenny reached orgasm from my licking, trembling as she rolled off me onto the bed.
"Oh, it feels so good, darling..."
she murmured, "I can't believe your wife would let you run off to see other women. No man has ever done this to me before."
"Oh, haven't they licked your vulva before?"
"No, they have, but no man has done it as well as you, and no man has held me down and kept licking my vulva when I tried to get up."
As she spoke, she grabbed my penis and started stroking it. "Come on, we're both ready, let's fuck one more time... come on, fuck me hard."
She spread her legs, lying on her back on the bed, urging me on.
We fucked each other again, and this time I lasted a long time. After I ejaculated inside her three times, Jenny asked, "Shouldn't you be going home?"
I glanced at my watch; it was already more than two hours later than my usual time to leave work. I thought for a moment and said, "No, not necessarily. I don't want our happy time to end so soon."
As I spoke, I moved my limp penis towards her. "Come on, help me get it hard, and we'll have one more good time."
Soon, we were entangled again.
For a man like me, who had long endured sexual repression at home, Jenny was an absolute sex gem. Over the next four months, we developed into a stable sexual couple. We often went to bars together, attended parties together, and frequently spent the night in her apartment or hotel room. Jenny enjoyed all kinds of sex, but she loved anal sex the most, and every time we went on a date, she wanted me to do it to her anus.
Jenny had a bold personality and often used vulgar language during sex, and every time I vigorously penetrated her anus, she would scream like a pig being slaughtered until I withdrew my limp penis from her rectum.
I thought our relationship would last forever, so I was very surprised when Jenny broke up with me. That night, after we made love, Jenny told me it was the last time between us. I asked her, puzzled, why she did this, and if there was any hope of getting back together.
"No, my darling, don't think about getting back together. I really have to leave. I never told you, my lover, but the reason I slept with married men was because men like you are married and won't have long-term relationships with me anymore. Actually, compared to the men I've dated before, you and I have been together for more than two months longer, mainly because I'm obsessed with your excellent oral skills. It's hard for me to give up the pleasure of being licked by you, but I have to reluctantly let go."
"Maybe we can not date so frequently, maybe only once or twice a month from now on,"
I said unwillingly.
"No, don't drag things out. The game is really over, but I want to thank you. Every moment I spent with you is precious, and I will remember you in my heart,"
Jenny said resolutely.
The night I broke up with Jenny, I drove home in a panic, my heart filled with despair. First, Linda refused to have sex with me, and now Jenny had abandoned me. The most painful thing about the whole affair—at least from my perspective—was that Linda never objected to my four months of frequent all-nighters. Did she not notice, or did she simply not care?
Three days after she declared her intention to break up, Jenny called me again, asking me to meet her at the Antos bar after work. I thought she had probably changed her mind, so after hanging up, I immediately called a nearby hotel and booked a room.
When I arrived at the bar after work, Jenny was already there waiting for me, but she wasn't alone; another woman was sitting with her. Seeing me approach, Jenny pulled out a chair for me and introduced her friends: "Hello, this is Sasha. Sasha, this is Jack."
I shook hands with Sasha and sat down next to the two women. I called over a waitress to order drinks for the three of us. Jenny stopped me, saying, "Don't order me any more drinks, I have to leave soon."
So I only ordered two drinks.
After the waitress left, Jenny said, "Jack, I invited you here today because my friend Sasha is having some problems and I hope you can help her."
She glanced at her watch and said, "Alright, I have to go now. It's nice to see you again, Jack. You two chat."
Then she turned to Sasha and said, "I'll call you later."
With that, she left.
I sat there, stunned, my mind a jumble, not knowing what was going on.
"Jenny said you have some problems that you need my help with?"
I asked somewhat reluctantly.
"Oh, yes, I thought we could talk about these things more easily, but Jenny's departure made me feel a bit awkward, since we weren't very close. Jenny and I are very good friends, or rather, we're like sisters. We share our secrets and talk about everything. So, I know about you and Jenny, and I know she's left you now. After I found out you broke up, I asked Jenny if I could try my luck with you, and Jenny said it was a good idea. So, we're sitting together now." "
I see. So, what's wrong with you?"
I asked.
"My boyfriend never licks my vulva, but he loves it when I suck him. Every time I ask him to give me oral sex, he says it's disgusting for a man to give a woman oral sex. Jenny told me you're really good at licking a woman's vulva, and I wish I could have that kind of enjoyment too." "
So, you want me to lick your vulva, and then you'll suck your boyfriend's penis?"
"No, if we were together, he'd become my ex-boyfriend. If you're willing, I can take Jenny's place as your slutty sex partner."
Great, looks like the hotel room I booked wasn't a waste.
After having sex with Sasha, I met Janice and Mary, and enjoyed even more exciting sex lives with them. But my womanizing didn't stop there; I later met Gloria, Nancy, Brenda, and Abby. After these women, I enjoyed Brenda's wonderful oral sex and Tiffany's 40D breast sex.
"You really don't care at all?"
my brother interrupted my reverie. "Aren't you worried about your wife Linda finding out?"
"Yes, I really don't care at all, and I'm not worried about her finding out."
But the truly tragic thing is that Linda doesn't care about anything I've done!

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