He closed the front door and walked down the hall towards the living room.

“It’s just you and me,” he called out. “Your husband decided to leave and…” he paused when he reached the living room, discovering something large under a white sheet.

“What the heck is this?” He called out, assuming she was in the kitchen. “Is this my birthday present?”

He walked around it, studying the thing. He noticed the top points of the thing were moving.

“What is this?” He said, no longer yelling to the kitchen, but just loud enough to be heard if someone were hiding under the sheet.

He lifted the edge of the sheet and discovered a bare thigh and elbow.

He dropped the sheet. What is going on? he thought to himself. He looked around to see if his brother had quietly come back into the house. Was this some sort of prank? He slowly lifted the sheet up and off. There in front of him was his brother’s wife, naked, with her legs and arms up, spread wide, and tied. He took a step back and sat on the sofa.

She was blindfolded, but quietly giggling. Her calm nature, the smile, and the lack of struggle lead him to believe that she wanted this. That she, and her husband, both wanted this. The longer he studied her open wet sex, the harder he became.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” he said. “But I never thought I’d get an opportunity like this.”

She smiled and wiggled her hips in a sassy way. He decided to take control of the conversation.

“I am going to ask you some yes or no questions.” He said. “You may nod your head to reply. Do you understand?”

She nodded yes.

“You wanted me to find you like this?”

She nodded yes.

“And your husband knows of this?”

She nodded yes.

He thought for a moment. She must have a dirty fantasy that she convinced her husband to go along with.

“If at any point you want me to stop, just say something, anything. Otherwise, I will take your silence as permission for me to proceed.”

She nodded yes.

“And I will proceed with whatever I wish to do.”

She pressed her lips tight together, and a slight smile escaped. She slowly nodded yes again. Her breathing was becoming more noticeable, her breasts rising and falling. A drop of liquid could be seen at the lower creases between her labia.

He moved closer, kneeling on the pillow so thoughtfully placed on the floor in front of her. He lightly dragged a fingernail, from her calf muscle, down her leg, stopping just before reaching her vulva. She sucked in air between her teeth, shivering at his touch.

Resting his hands on the arms of the chair, he leaned in close so that she could feel his breath on her face.

“Have you been a good girl?” He asked quietly, almost whispering.

She slowly nodded yes.

“Do good girls deserve to get fucked?”

She pouted her lips, and nodded yes.

His erection was begging to be free of his now tight pants.

He leaned in closer, so close that she felt his breath on her lips. She opened her mouth in an inviting manner, hoping for contact.

He whispered into her mouth, “Should I wear a condom?”

She moved her head side to side, giving a definitive no. He responded with a low, guttural growl.

He leaned back, tweaked one of her nipples, and said “Don't go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

He got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with an empty wine glass. He set it on the small table beside her chair. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to his thighs. He knelt back down on the pillow. A closer inspection showed more fluid visible between her folds. Her scent was delicate, but very noticeable. She had worked herself up into quite a state waiting for this to happen. He lowered his head, eager to taste her juices.

For the second time that day, she felt a tongue trace its way from down low up to her clit. The warm, soft pressure of his tongue stirred the butterflies in her stomach. It was really happening. She had imagined it so many times and finally he was between her legs, licking her pussy just like her husband had done only 10 minutes earlier. Two brothers. Both on the same day. She felt wonderfully naughty and incredibly horny.

He raised back up on his knees and stroked his cock a few times. Her position at the edge of the chair, and the pillow on the floor, put him at the perfect height. Using the tip of his cock, he swiped those lowing hanging drops back up into her center, positioned himself at her opening, and gently pushed himself into her.

Her mouth opened again, but not for words. A breathy moan escaped from her throat, gently pushed out of her body by the thrust of his cock. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. With every push into her he watched as her breasts drifted back and forth on her chest. The sight of her body open for use, and the sounds escaping her mouth, were just what he craved. He grabbed her ankles tightly, pulled against the ropes, and increased his pace. The ties already had her immobilized, but the tight grip of his hands made it more personal, like he was holding her open, controlling her position, and having his way with her body.

He leaned forward and moved his hands to her tits. He wrapped his fingers around them, gripping them, holding them still as he fucked her harder. Her head was trapped, wedged between the back of the chair and her chin on her chest. It did not look comfortable, but it did amuse him the way her head nodded up and down slightly with every stroke, as if she was giving her tacit approval with every thrust. Her fantasy was coming true.

His own orgasm was approaching quickly and he decided not to hold back. She felt him grow extra hard inside her, and then heard his deep satisfying groans. With his pelvis pressed firmly against hers, his cock began pumping his cum deep into her core, emptying every last drop into her body.

While this was exactly how she wanted to be fucked, this arrangement had not been optimized for her physical pleasure. She was instead a simple receptacle for his fluid. A part of him was now inside of her, to be a part of her forever.

As he withdrew is cock from her, he picked up the wine glass and held the lip to her body, catching the mixture of their fluids as they oozed out of her. A blend of white and clear, some thick and some watery, it ran down the inside and pooled in the bottom of the glass.

He stood up and wiped the wetness from his shaft on her leg. He pulled up his pants and took a deep breath, admiring this little plaything.

He untied her wrists and ankles and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. He left the blindfold on her, but lifted her up to a standing position and hugged her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her close. He wanted to give her a minute to regain her balance and control of her legs.

She pressed the side of her face against his chest and listened to his heart beat. She felt the roughness of his clothes against her bare skin. It was oddly soothing to be the only one naked in this embrace.

“Was that what you wanted?” He asked, holding one hand on her lower back and the other at the back of her neck.

“Mmm-hmmm.” She moaned. She didn’t want to say a word out loud, hoping to make this moment last. His strength and willingness to take control of her was intoxicating.

“Good.” He said, stroking her hair. “Because next, we are going to do what I want.”

Her relaxed body stiffened. Do what he wants? She thought to herself. Hadn’t they just done exactly what he wanted? What else could there be?

He stepped back, sat on the sofa and pulled her to him. Before she knew what was happening he spun her around and had her lying face down across his lap. Her hips were raised up, showing off her bare bum, and he held one of her wrists firmly behind her back to keep her there.

She was startled to be in this position so quickly. She felt the palm of his hand gently smoothing circles on her bare butt. He slid his hand down her thighs and pulled one closer to him, spreading her legs in the process. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh to her vulva. She was still slippery, and in this position any leaking wetness would work its way down towards her clit. He rubbed her clit in small circles until he heard those cooing sounds from her.

He slid his hand up to her butt cheeks, gave them a gentle rub, and then lifted his hand. He savored this moment, the pause before the first spanking. He knew what was about to happen, but no matter how much the receiver anticipated it, they were always surprised by the sudden sting. He brought his hand down on her right cheek. The sharp slap rang throughout the room, followed by her high pitched shriek. He did not leave her time to think about it, but delivered 5 more in rapid succession, alternating left and right cheeks.

Her breathing, her shaking, her rapid heart beat we’re all frantically responding. He dipped his hand back down between her legs and resumed the circular rubbing of her clit. As he rubbed her breathing calmed, and her sounds shifted from panic to pleasure. He could feel her parting her legs more, offering him better access.

He switched again to spanking and delivered blows to each cheek until he heard her cry out in desperation.

He continued to alternate between sensually rubbing her clit and firmly spanking her reddened bum. Back and forth he inched her closer to the edge of losing control. Her clit was throbbing, begging to be pushed over the edge. Her ass was burning, hoping to never be touched again. He continued building her up, taking it farther than she ever thought she could tolerate. When he was certain that she was buzzing at just the right level, he rubbed her clit a little bit longer. Her moaning and cooing confirmed that her orgasm was now inevitable. As she tipped over the edge he quickly switched back to spanking and paddled her all the way through her orgasm, until her legs stopped shaking and her body lay limp and exhausted.

He admired her bright red bottom, glowing and warm to the touch. He rubbed lightly in circles as her breathing slowly returned to normal. He released her arm from behind her back and she slowly regained control of her limbs. He helped her up to her feet, and standing he hugged her again. She clung to him tightly, pressing her cheek to his chest, trying to regain her composure. Eventually he pulled her blindfold off, and held her head between his hands. He tipped her head up so that he could look straight into her watering eyes.

“I think it’s time for you to get dressed,“ he said in an authoritative tone. She let out a big sigh, and reluctantly let go of him. She gathered her clothes from the floor and quickly pulled them on.

“No-no.” He interrupted her. “Sluts do not wear panties. Leave those on the chair for everyone to see.”

Reluctantly she put her panties on the chair, right at the edge where her ass had been. While she had not expected this, she enjoyed being told what to do. She was also surprised at how proud she felt to be called a slut.

“I think we need a drink before your husband returns.” He said.

With a level of new found obedience, she hurried off to the kitchen, retrieved a frosty glass from the freezer, and poured him a beer. He followed with the special wine glass and she poured herself a glass of wine. When she turned to him holding the two drinks he raised a finger, signaling her to stop. From a cup on the counter he pulled a permanent marker. He lifted her shirt, and on her stomach he wrote something in big block letters. He traced over his lettering a second time, making sure the lines were thick and would not easily fade. Even with daily showers, those words would stay with her for more than a week.

She didn’t look down to read it. She felt something had changed in her. Something about her own energy and focus was different. Her sexuality was now a primary focus. Every breath, movement, and thought were tinted by her desire to give herself over to the carnal desires of others. She wanted to be used for their pleasure. Whatever he had written on her body, her husband would be the first to read it later that night. She was now theirs to use as they saw fit.

He dropped her shirt back down and took his beer from her.

“Thank you.” He said in a rather dignified manner.

“You are welcome.” She answered with a smile and a look of genuine adoration.

They walked out to the back deck. He sat down in a comfortable deck chair and took a sip of his beer. She selected the chair directly opposite from him. While it was the seat farthest away, it also allowed her the opportunity to part her knees whenever she wanted, giving him a view up her skirt.

She felt like a new person, with a new sense of purpose. There was a certain power and freedom that came with being submissive.

She swirled her glass, watching ribbons of their combined fluids dance around inside the wine. They each sipped their drinks and enjoyed the warm summer evening. The brother-in-law and the “GOOD SLUT” waited for her husband to come home.