You get taken by the winner.You get taken by the winner. Do you want to be the prize, Mandy?" Amanda giggled and hiccupped. She looked at me, then at his cock, and back at me. She nodded, once. "Good! I'll deal." Greg dealt me 2 cards and I went bust on the third. He stood, grabbed Amanda around the waist and pulled her into the house. Over his shoulder, he glanced at me and said, "See you in the morning, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, turn out the lights, and be a good boy, okay?" To my right, our bedroom light came on. I walked over to the window and looked into the room. As they walked into the room, Greg lifted Amanda by her waist and tossed her like a little stuffed animal onto the bed. He spit onto his hand and rubbed his big cock. "Let's just get the `ice-breaker' out of the way, shall we, Mandy?" He climbed onto the bed, spread Amanda's legs open and pushed his hard cock into my wife's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift invasion. "Oh, Mandy! You're so wet, I could'a saved my spit. You must get off on all the macho stuff, huh? It sure feels good stretching your tight little twat." I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap themselves around Greg's hips and her arms went to his neck. "I knew you'd like it rough, bitch. I could see it in your eyes, all night. You like the big, strong man taking you, don't you?" And he was right. "Mandy" did seem to like it - hell! - she seemed to be loving it! She was pumping her hips hard into Greg's. Her breathing was in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with all of her strength. I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I had. As I watched Amanda start her orgasm, I started mine, shooting my cum against the wall, without even touching myself. My legs felt wobbly as I reached back for a chair and sat down. I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by my "brother" and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the whole thing - angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot. |