Taboo Hotwife

Jessica and Travis are fraternal twins, and even after Jessica married and became a hotwife, she never got over her desire for her brother. Jessica’s husband finally brings them together, resulting in more than they had dreamed of. But will Jessica be happy with her husband again?

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“I don’t know what to do,” Jessica began. “You know I love you, and you also know I love my brother. But things have become so complicated.”

I kept my mouth shut and heard her out. We were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Other than us, the house felt empty. My wife was wearing an old pair of blue pajamas with little white teddy bears.

I was in a pair of cutoff jeans and a tee shirt. This was supposed to be a relaxed, get-things-done sort of day, and here it was. It was the least relaxing subject I could think of, so I took the coward’s way out.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“I have multiple answers to that question, depending on how I feel and if I’m around you. For instance, ideally, I’d like to be your wife and occasionally spend the night with Travis. Maybe, sometimes, Haley would satisfy me while you watched, and you’d take me to heaven afterward,” she said with a tentative smile.

“Sounds workable,” I said.

“At other times,” my wife looked away from me, her face settled into sadness. “At other times,” she said again. “I’d like to be with Travis all the time, as impossible as that is.”

“Why’s it impossible?” I asked. My voice choked with emotion.

Jessica’s laugh was soft and had an ironic sound to it. “Because he’s too much of a horndog.”

“Jessica, honey, dear wife, I’ve never told you this, but I think it’s time you knew,” I said.

“Knew what?” I could see she was getting ready to snap at me.

“You’re a horndog, too.”

At first, Jessica glared at me, but then her blue eyes cleared, and she laughed. I love the sound of my wife’s laugh.

“Tell me,” I asked. “When did you develop a taste for Haley?”

“Last night,” she answered.

“Was it as good as I’ve always said?” And we wrapped our arms around each other.

“Oh, yes,” she answered with an evil grin. “I wouldn’t want it instead of you, but it makes a nice compliment.”

“Speaking of that,” she said, her hand trailing down to squeeze my crotch. “I’m ready if you’d like a good morning ride?”

I dropped my cutoffs and sat on my chair as Jessica straddled my lap and lined me up. We joined together easily as she lowered her weight on me. For the first time in our marriage, I eased a finger into my wife’s…