EroticReverie

Shayna Laurier

My fingers sink into his hair as I lift my leg up around his hip, his hand catching my thigh as he holds my leg, while dipping his hips down and against me, grinding his hard bulge in his jeans against my sex through my dress and I gasp into his mouth. 

"Ryan" I gasp his name as our mouths continue to kiss one another, hungry and deprived, it's been weeks since we've seen one another and my body missed his, and his clearly missed mine as he grabs my ass and lifts me up, and pulls my other leg around him. 

"We can't" I whisper as the sounds from our families outside linger through the windows and upstairs , where he has me pinned to the wall, reaching down, and unzipping his pants until he has his cock out. Pulling my panties to the side, I let him in, no matter my protests.

"Fuck" I exhale as he sinks up into me and thrusts me into the wall with his hips as he lets out a satisfied groan. 

I'm twenty eight. Married to Rhett , my husband of five years. We have two kids, Carson who is five, Clementine, who is three.  The man inside me is not my husband, infact it's debateable that he's even a man yet. Only just having turned eighteen, I've been having affair, with my husbands little brother. I was the worst kind of woman. I hadnt ever planned on being the woman that cheats on her husband while he's away in the Army, stationed in another country. I'd been devoted and loyal our entire relationship, up until this past year. When he'd signed on for another five years. We'd agreed that he would be here, with me, with the kids, to have the family we wanted, the family I'd been waiting to have with him. I was tired of being lonely, tired of raising the two kids he'd begged me to have on my own. I loved Rhett. He was selfless in all other ways, but this wasn't the life he'd promised me. Seeing him maybe once a year if I was lucky. For such short periods of time. 

"oh god" I gasp as I slip my fingers into Ryan's hair. He had longer hair, inches of it to grab onto. He thrusts into me again and I moan into his mouth. "fuck you feel so good" I breathe and he kisses me again, thrusting harder and making me moan louder and curse. 

This past year, Ryan had been so much help to me. He came over after school, watching the kids while I did stuff around the house, babysitting them for me while I ran errands, and picking up around the house for me. Making sure the kids ate dinner, making sure they were bathed , so when I got home from doing whatever I needed to do, I had nothing else to do but relax. If I tried to clean up the kitchen, or vaccum or do anything, Ryan insisted on letting him do it.  

It didn't take long for lines to become blurred. It was easy for my heart to be confused. Ryan was filling the role that his brother was supposed to be playing. Playing caretaker of the house, of the kids, of me. Drawing me baths, buying me flowers or little gifts that "made him think of me". 

All it took was one simple thoughtless kiss on his mouth one night, when I'd gone to tell him goodnight at the front door. I truly hadn't meant to do it, like I said, my heart and my head had put him in place of Rhett. but the instant I realized my mistake, it was too late. 

Ryan had taken the kiss, and returned it, and sunk his hands into my hair as he backed me against the wall inside the front door and kissed me like a man. His hands finding themselves everywhere on my body, giving me the touch I desperately missed and needed. I'd opened my mouth only once to protest but then he was unbuttoning my dress, and sinking his mouth to my neck and telling me how bad he's wanted this.  We didn't stop. I should have, I know I should have. But I didn't. 

I let my husbands little brother take my clothes off and fuck me on the floor of our home. I let him continue to do it. Daily. Hi's couple times a week visits, became more frequent and he became more than just a substitute to the kind of attention I was missing from my husband. He'd become my lover. My best friend. My secret partner. 

"Is it terrible that I wish he would just have never come back?" he groans into my mouth. 

"So I could have you all to myself forever?" he asks and I moan as he kisses my neck and I buck my hips against him as he keeps me against the wall, fucking me while my husband and all of our family, welcome him home.

"You need a man that will take care of you" he grunts and his hips slam into me. And god, did Ryan take care of me. In every single way. He took care of the kids, the house, and me, and every single need I had. I wanted for nothing, especially not in the sex department. The sex I was having with Ryan this past year, was some of the best, most incredible sex I've ever had. 

It was messy. So fucking messy. I was in love with two men. Brothers. If I was being honest, I was falling out of love with the other. I wasn't getting what I wanted or needed by having a husband who was never there. No matter the fact he was in the Army. We never agreed to him doing another five years. He'd made that decision without me. Part of me felt guilty, and part of me blamed Rhett for my straying in our marriage. 

"I miss you" he groans. "so fucking much" 

When I'd learned of Rhett's discharge due to an injury, that he'd be coming home, for good. I talked with Ryan, and even though he fought me on it, we agreed that what was best for the kids...for us...was to pretend this past year hadn't happened.. to give up having our affair. That we'd made a huge mistake.  We made love all night that night to "Say goodbye" to each other, to have "one last time" together.  Yet here we were, two weeks later, seeing each other for the first time again, and sneaking off into the house to have sex, while my husband "the hero" was showered with attention by his family and friends. 

"I miss you too" I admit with a moan and my eyes flutter on his next thrust. 

"I dont want to stop....I can't stop seeing you" he says. "I love you" 

I moan, and my pussy clenches around him. 

"Take me to the bed, fuck me on the bed" I tell him and then he's grabbing me, turning and walking down the hall, pushing open the bedroom door, to the bed we shared for months without anyone knowing and throws me down and spreads my legs and shoves his cock back inside of me. 

I arch my back and fist the covers on the unmade bed. 

"God, yes" I moan and he grunts and grabs hold of my legs and throws them over his shoulders and leans forward, bending me in half as he kisses me while his cock pounds deep inside of me. 

"fuck, i love you" he groans. 

"he doesnt deserve you" he says and I whimper and hold his face as I keep kissing him, panting and moaning as he keeps fucking me. 

"don't stop" I breathe. "Dont stop, you're going to make me cum" I cry as he grinds himself with each thrust. 

"Because this pussy is mine" he says. 

"Its BEEN mine" he says and I curse. 

"It's yours" I agree, because fuck, it was. My body responded so well to him, from the very first time we were together, and everytime after. I came everytime I was with him, sometimes several times, from penetration alone. I'd never cum from penetration until him. How could a highschool boy fuck me better than my almost thrity year old husband? It had to do with more than his skill, it was all the emotions he stirred in me, the way he took care of me, and the kids, and the house. The way he'd given me the home I always wanted, shown me what I was missing with Rhett by him not being there. 

"god, fuck me, make me cum" I beg. 

He kisses me harder as his cock pounds deeper, and I'm right on the edge , right on the cusp of orgasming.

"You're hurting mommy!" a little voice calls making Ryan jump and making me scream. 

As Ryan pulls out so fucking quickly, and turns, blocking his cock fromt he sight of my son. I push down my dress. 

"No" I shake my head. "He wasnt" I say, rushing over to pick up Carson and place him on my hip as Ryan adjusts his pants. 

"Mommy...um...Mommy had a booboo, he was just helping..come on, lets go back down to the party" I smile at my son and tickle his side. 

"And dont tell anyone about Mommy and Uncle Ryan and my booboo okay?" I tell him, kissing his forhead and stroking his hair. He nods. 

"-tay" he says , and I look back at Ryan who is coming his fingers through his hair and clearing his throat. 

I walk out of the bedroom, and down stairs, and out back. Nobody turns to look, nobody suspects a thing as I place my son down, and watch him run over to his father and climb in his lap. 

"Mommy has a booboo" he says and Rhett looks to me looking up and down. I internally curse my child. I roll my eyes with a little smile. 

"It's nothing. I stubbed my toe." I say and walk over and sit down, and place a hand on my husbands arm as I sit in the patio chair next to him. 

"Unc Whyan helped mommy" Carson says with his tiny speech impediment. 

"Oh yeah?" Rhett says. 

"He help her on the bed" Carson says with a nod. 

Rhett looks at me and I give a laugh. Hoping my husband who hasnt been around at all no longer knows my nervous tells. 

"Ryan hear me curse when I was upstairs...he just checked out my foot while I sat on the bed. " I say. Ryan walks out a second later, my husbands gaze lifting to his brother. I turn and look and see Ryan just give a smile and nods and then walks over to the cooler to grab a beer. 

"Hear Ryan has helped quite a bit while Daddy has been gone." My husband says, the tiny insinuation in his voice. Part of me nervous, and part of me angry that he even dare to question me. 

"Well...it's hard to take care of two kids and a house by yourself. " I say quietly to him as I pick a piece of grass from Carson's knee. 

I can feel the tension immediately. Rhett knows I haven't been happy with him being gone, but we always brush it under the rug when we talk over Skype or over the phone. And this year, due to Ryan...I've brought it up less and less. Getting Rhett of the hook from having another argument with me about it. 

"Well...I'm here now." he says. 

"Because you have to be." I mutter.

His eyes are lazer focused on me and I don't bother to look at him, because I know he's going to be looking at me, trying to scold me with his gaze and I'm not having it. I wont allow him to pretend he chose to be here with me, with his own kids. He's here by default, if it wasn't for his injury he'd be still overseas.  I also wasnt stupid enough to think he'd not find something else to do that would take him from me and the kids again. Some kind of desk job, something less active, or perhaps if the leg inury in time healed enough, he'd throw himself back out there in the field. 

"are you really doing this right now?" He whispers under his breath. 

"I'm not doing anything." I say with a smile as I tickle Carson's knee, talking sweetly and pretending everything is just fine as people look on, unable to tell that anything is wrong between us. 

"Are you even happy I'm home?" he asks and I lift my eyes to him and my brows pinch. 

"I'm happy my kids get to see their father. I'm happy my husband is safe. I'd be happier if you were here because you wanted to be and not because you have to be. I'd be happier to see you if you were happier to actually be home. But...we know that's not the case though...is it?" I say  , keeping my smile on my face and then standing and walking off before I lose my composure.