Her husband was the organized, responsible, handsome catch that she had always hoped for. Life was good, both in and out of the bedroom, but seeing her brother-in-law at holidays and family get-togethers always reminded her of a missed opportunity. Ever since she had met him, she found her brother-in-law irresistibly hot. He had that reckless bad boy energy that was both risky and highly attractive. She would never have married him, but she always wished she had managed to squeeze in a one night stand before getting married.

One night, after a few glasses of wine, she confessed to her husband about her long standing secret crush for his older brother. He was surprised to hear it, but he understood her point of view. He knew the bad boy image had served his brother well over the years, leaving a trail of broken hearts and broken promises in his wake.

She professed that she would never act on it, and that she was completely happy and in love with her husband. Her husband was a good sport about the drunken confession. He lovingly teased her about it, and fueled her imagination with ridiculous comments.

They did not talk about it again, but over the next few months he replayed her comments over and over in his mind. He knew she was attracted to his brother, and without even asking he knew his brother found her equally attractive. What surprised him the most was how turned on he became thinking about his wife fucking his brother. Eventually he worked up the nerve to tell her about his feelings. She was stunned, nervous, and excited beyond belief.

The brother-in-law’s birthday was coming up, and they decided to put their daring plan into action as a surprise gift. They invited him to their house for a birthday dinner.

That Saturday afternoon they prepared everything early, leaving themselves extra time before the brother was to arrive. With a tremendous amount of giddy energy, she got naked while her husband retrieved a couple of bathrobe belts and a scarf.

She sat down in the wing backed chair in the living room, and then slid down until her ass was just hanging off the front edge of the seat. She lifted her legs up and grabbed her ankles, forming big “V” shape with her legs. They had discovered this position a couple years ago, and it had become a favorite. He could get down on his hands and knees and lick, kiss, and suck on her beautifully presented vulva. Then, with a pillow on the floor, he could kneel in front of her, slide his cock into her, and fuck her while holding her legs up. With her chin pressed against her chest, she had a close up view of all the action.

Today, he tied her right wrist and right ankle together, and ran the belt around the side of the chair. He did the same on the left, and tied the two belts to each other behind the chair. Her arms and legs were now secured up and wide apart, leaving her very exposed. He got down in front of her and gently kissed her clit. She moaned, and closed her eyes to savor the sensation. He ran his tongue up and down between her labia, tasting her delicious juices, and spreading wetness all along her slit. He didn’t want to make her cum, just get her worked up and wet.

When she was fully in the zone, and begging for more, he stopped and admired his wife. They locked eyes, confirming their love for each other. He tied the scarf around her head as a blindfold, and tweaked her nipples a few times. Then the doorbell rang. He draped a white bed sheet over his wife, which completely covered her and the chair. He put a pillow on the floor in front of her and stepped back to admire it all. It was clearly in the location of the living room chair, but the silhouette was misleading due to her feet now being the highest things pointing up under the sheet. Her restless toes gave the sheet a mysterious wiggle.

He walked down the hall and opened the front door.

“Happy birthday!” He greeted his brother. “It's good to see you.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” The brother replied. He held up a bag from the grocery store. “I brought some beers for us, and a bottle of wine for your sassy wife. I assume she’s here?”

“Yes.” The husband replied. “She’s waiting for you in the living room. Unfortunately something came up at the office and I have to run down there real quick.” He apologized, stepping past his brother and heading out towards the car.

“It shouldn’t take me more than an hour and a half.”

“I guess we’ll have to get started without you.” The brother raising his eyebrows in a suggestive, but joking manner.

“Please do. I may miss out on the appetizers, but I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

He waved as he got into the car. The brother disappeared into the house and closed the front door.

The husband drove down the driveway and headed towards town. He figured he could stretch two drinks at the local bar to last an hour or so. His bigger concern was just how noticeable the tent in his pants was going to be.