“What’s she look like?” I murmur, looking up at him.
“Alyssa?” He pushes out a breath, like he’s tempted just thinking about her. “She’s cute as hell. Blonde hair, blue-green eyes. She’s got a tight little ass, nice figure. Her tits are a little on the small side, but damn, they’re nice. She’s sweet, though. She dresses kinda modest, a lot of dresses and cardigans, but… she let me do anything to her.”
I shift, trying not to concentrate on things that get my cock hard when my dumbass brother-in-law is confessing his sins. “All right, get back to the story.”
Theo clears his throat, then he says, “All right, so when she let me have her ass… Christ, it was so good I wanted to do it again. She went home. I didn’t want to risk getting caught, but it was all I could think about for a while. I started asking Bri—” He stops, remembering he’s talking about my sister. “Shit, sorry. Anyway, I wanted to experience it again, just not outside my marriage.”
“That’s fucking gross,” I tell him, reaching for the whiskey bottle and pouring some more in my glass.
“I know, sorry, it’s just part of the story. Anyway, this was shortly before our most recent anniversary. Bri said she was gonna give me… a good anniversary present,” he says, grimacing, trying to talk around telling me my sister offered him her ass.
I throw back the whiskey.
“We had Alyssa come over to stay with the kids. Bri wanted to get a hotel for the night.”
Jesus, he’s fucking shameless, making his mistress stay home with his sons so he can take his wife to a hotel and fuck her in the ass—which his teenage mistress gave him a taste for to begin with.
“Bri and I went out to dinner, spent some time together before we went back to the hotel. Then we… went to bed,” he offers. “And it was…” He stops again, then tells me, “I don’t know how to say this without saying it.”
“Just say it. Christ.”
“It was okay, but it wasn’t as good as it was with Alyssa. With Alyssa, it was an otherworldly fucking experience. She’s so tight, Brant, I swear she squeezes parts of my soul out of me with her holes.”
Goddammit, Theo. My stomach knots up with arousal, picturing what this girl’s pussy must be like.
“Anyway, so that night while Bri was asleep, I checked my phone and saw a message from Alyssa. I thought it might be about the boys, so I opened it, but it wasn’t. She was just telling me happy anniversary and she hoped we had a nice night.”
My lips curve up dryly. “Sure she did.”
“No, she really did,” he insists. “It wasn’t some petty, catty text. I know it sounds like it could be, but you just have to know her. She’s not like that. She really did mean it. She might’ve been sad, but she still meant it when she said she hoped we were having fun. She’s so fucking thoughtful.”
“Are you in love with her?” I ask point-blank since this is not the first time I’ve had the thought.
His eyes widen in alarm. “What? No! Of course not.”
I narrow my eyes, unconvinced. Maybe he doesn’t hear the way he talks about her, but I sure do. “Finish the story.”
Theo clears his throat and fidgets with his hands on the table then swallows and gets back to it. “So, I sent her a text back, and then she texted me, kind of playfully telling me she hoped Bri got me a good gift. I told her…” He second-guesses telling me, but when he meets my gaze, he forces himself to. “I told her she did, but it wasn’t as good as the one she gave me. I got turned on talking to her and I… I asked her to send me a video.”
“A video?”
“I told her…I told her to get herself off and record it for me.”
Fuck. I shift as my bulge grows bigger in my pants, then I nod. “All right.”
“Anyway, she did, and I jerked off to it. Afterward, she asked me if I’d meet her the next day and I said yes.” He pauses, looking down at the table. “I told Bri I had to go to the office and I went out and met Alyssa. She said she wanted to talk, but I just thought it was an excuse to see each other. I fucked her in the back seat of her car, and after I came inside her, I held her and I said something about buying some condoms to keep on hand if we were gonna keep fucking.” He takes an uneasy breath, not looking at me. “She said… she said we didn’t need to use condoms for a while, and I thought she meant because she was on birth control, but… it turns out she was never on birth control.”