Horny Housewives: Rollie and Jerry’s Taboo Sex

Title: “Rollie & Jerry’s Taboo Affair”

The sun had barely risen as Rollie climbed out of bed, careful not to wake her husb
and Jerry snoring softly beside her. She crept into the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the signs of age and boredom etched into her face. Ten years married to a man who had grown complacent, take her for granted. Rollie sighed, yearning for the excitement and passion of her youth.

Little did she know, fate was about to intervene in the form of Jerry’s younger brother, Michael. Only 23, Michael had inherited the same roguish charms that had won Rollie’s heart so many moons ago. He sauntered into town that very morning, freshly arrived for a long-overdue visit.

When Rollie opened the door, finding Michael on the doorstep, it was like being struck by lightning. Those twinkling eyes, that mischievous smirk – it all came flooding back. “Michael!” she gasped. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Rollie, you’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he drawled. His hungry gaze roved over her body, lingering on the curves she’d tried to hide from Jerry. Michael noticed everything.

Rollie invited him inside, trying to keep her composure as she offered him coffee. But as he lounged on her couch, long legs spread, she felt herself growing weak. Flashbacks to steamy affairs from her past life raced through her mind. Michael had been her forbidden playground, her dirty little secret. And the chemistry between them hadn’t faded one bit.

“Oh Michael,” Rollie breathed, setting down the coffee pot with a tremble. “I want you. I always have.”

Michael’s smile turned wicked. “I know, Rollie. I’ve wanted you every day since we parted. Tell me, how bored are you with my brother?”

Clutching his hand, Rollie led Michael to the bedroom, hardly believing this fantasy was coming true. Jerry was still snoring away. They snuck in and shut the door, backing up against it as their lips crashed together in a frenzied kiss. Months, years of pent-up lust poured out of them.

“Touch me,” Rollie panted, tore off her robe to reveal an older, but still mouth-watering figure below. Michael’s large hands roamed her body hungrily as she yanked down his shorts, gasping at the huge, aching erection she freed.

“I’m going to rock your fucking world,” he promised, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. They hit the sheets and it was a race to get undressed, hands everywhere, skin sliding against scorching skin.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” Rollie whimpered, spreading her legs to him. Michael crawled between them, inserting his huge cock into her dripping pussy with one swift thrust. She cried out, back arching as he stretched and filled her completely.

“You’re mine again, now,” Michael husked, pumping in and out. “I’m going to ruin this pussy for my brother.”

“Oh god, yes!” Rollie moaned, body writhing up against his. The growing wet spot on the sheets didn’t matter, soaked in her need for Michael. She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, this once taboo union better than she remembered.

Deeper and harder he drilled her, the old bed creaking under their passion. One hand crept up to roughly palm her soft breasts, tweaking a hardened nipple. Rollie keened loudly, a side of herself unleashed that Jerry had never seen.

“Gonna come,” Michael grunted, pistoning faster into her soaking hole. “You want my cum, baby?”

“Yes!” Rollie wailed. “Fill me up!”

With a strained groan, Michael slammed to the hilt and exploded violently inside her. Rollie squeezed her eyes shut, pussy clamping down hard on his spurting cock, milking out every drop. She’d let Jerry’s brother come in her unprotected cunt. There was no going back from this.

Panting, Michael collapsed on top of her, still buried deep. “Jesus Rollie, you’re even better than before,” he chuckled breathlessly against her neck. “When can I have this hot pussy again?”

Rollie just smiled, reaching down to collect some of his sticky seed seeping out of her hole. With a naughty wink, she held her cum-dripping fingers up to her lips and sucked them clean. “Anytime, baby. This pussy belongs to you now.”

Later, Jerry never noticed anything amiss as he stumbled into the kitchen. “Morning, dear,” Rollie called sweetly, plating up breakfast. Inside, though, her body still tingled from the illicit tryst. She couldn’t wait to sneak Michael into her bed again.

Rollie had just proved that getting Jerry’s brother out of her system was going to take quite a while – if ever. She had finally refreshed what it felt like to be truly wanted, truly worshipped by her partner. And it had only taken screwing her brother-in-law silly to remember. Now, she had plans to make this a regular arrangement. Jerry would never have to know.