Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2011 15:24:48 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Honey Trap

She'd been having to go off for specialist treatment in the State capital,
we knew it would involve a number of courses over a period of months but
here we were in luck, the accommodation issue was not a problem, her
brother himself a medical practitioner lived near the hospital concerned
and would be able to put her up for the couple of nights involved with each
visit.  Actually, as I pointed out it might be quite fun for her since
being himself gay he'd selected a rather colourful area, one where exotic
clubs and the like abounded and where the word "liberated" had a special
significance.  The first few visits were unremarked, treatment seemed
satisfactory and she had no complaints but somehow, each time on return -
she seemed just a bit on edge.

It was probably after the fourth visit that it emerged.  She was clearly
agitated, to the point of sexual arousal - strange.  Upstairs later and
beside me in bed she lay back as usual reading while from habit with one
hand she softly pleasured herself.  She'd always been very highly sexed (as
was her brother) and with her masturbation was a routine event but tonight
was different for putting aside the book, she threw back the bed covers and
devoted her entire concentration to the act, frowning, biting her lip and
with the other hand now free, working away at her nipple.  Something about
the intensity of the way she pleasured herself prompted me to join in and I
began to fondle myself too, then throwing back sheets on my side we lay
there together as our hands expertly toyed between our thighs - we often
lay side by side masturbating, each watching the other and enjoying the
show but this was different, she actually let herself cum instead of
drawing me into her.  But having cum she continued and by now I guessed
she'd become highly aroused, by something...and suspicions began to
form....I thought to myself, "they're such a secretive close knit family
so, I wonder..." and slowly suspicion became near certainty, then certainty
to the extent that casually I taxed her with it....getting a kinky thrill
as I did so: "Did you and Michael (naming her brother) go to bed while you
were there?".  She paused, flushed and I noticed her eyes were sparkling in
a strange way - then I got the story, as bit by bit and obviously
breathless with excitement she retraced events.

"Well it was that first evening, I'd got back you see and Michael was home,
he's got that research grant and well, he needed a break so he suggested we
go out...on the Town sort of.  So, we went to some of those places he uses,
gay clubs really but lots of fun and people seemed to know him, so I felt
quite comfortable really, I had a bit to drink too and then later, there
were florr shows - I told you they were gay, well there was one in
particular, a rather sexy looking bloke who did a strip and then laid back
for the audience and began to masturbate in full view - I noticed Michael
and some of the others trying to get a better view and actually, so was I.
Anyway, that wasn't all because suddenly there was another bloke on stage,
this was someone much older and he was HUGE...then this bit, really was
exciting (Here she looked up at me nervously - I smiled encouragingly as I
let my hand slowly fondle my penis, I knew this would have to last!)
because, because, the big bloke walked casually up to ther dish on the
couch and grabbed him.  Next I knew the young fellow was pretending to
struggle (I suppose) but the other fellow forced him to turn over then
pushing his head down with one hand he pulled his hips up with the other.
I could hear the younger man whimpering 'No - please no!' but instead, out
came this great fat penis - I hope he'd been lubricated because he didn't
waste time and....and...you wouldn't believe but in it went, the bloke
beneath was pretending to struggle sort of and it looked a bit like a
wrestling match but of course it wasn't, I mean they'd both turned so the
audience could get a good view.  "And did you?" I asked "Oh yes, Michael
helped, he'd sort of got a friend to help and I had them on either side
holding on and ... (here she briefly looked furtive and changed the
subject) well I was near the front and could clearly see the big fellow at
it, he was going in all the way, really, and the other one - he'd stopped
pretending to struggle and I could see him arching his back now and instead
of pulling away - he was lifting his hips to the thrusts - he had a lovely
bum too!  You know, I was really turned on..and so...so when...I felt
Michael had started to feel me up, um he'd been doing it for a while
actually...I well, I didn't do anything because, well we'd both drank quite
a bit and....I thought 'this is it, can't do any harm here, they're all gay
and well some of the things they're doing to each other, well if Michael
had a boy here, he'd be doing to him what he's doing to me?' It seemed only
fair to let Michael do it cause otherwise he'd have missed out because of
me?  Besides he had only unzippered my jeans and well ok he finger fucked
me but compared to the other things going on around well it didn't seem
much.  Then the show, it came to a finish, the attractive one began making
all sorts of noises, moaning, panting and gasping and it must have ended
because they were both shaking and then they settled, after a minute or two
they arranged themselves and the big fellow pulled out and stood to one
side, the youngster's pretty bum was facing us and, and as I watched, all
that cum, it came trickling out of his crack, slowly but MY, and he had
this great big smile on his face!  He'd had heaps and heaps shot into
him. Well that was pretty well it, my mouth was all dry and, well we both
needed another drink and... then we left."

I knew that this was just the preliminary, there's no way things could have
simply ended there and sure enough, checking again for my reaction, she
resumed "Well, we left hand in hand actually you see Michael had drunk a
fair bit and it seemed safest and in that area, late at night, to have
company close by and I got him home".  Here the pause was longer than usual
and I suspect she was seeking the right choice of words then: "As soon as
we were inside Michael, well, he was all over me I couldn't even push him
away, soon he was sort of crying saying he'd always wanted me and
that....now it had to be tonight because, well he threatened suicide
otherwise.  I realised then he was so drunk, he could have tried to force
me and that would have been rape so instead I well, got undressed".  Again
there was a silence, she was thinking carefully. "And then we sort of did
it".  This wasn't what I wanted so with friendly prompting I probed for
detail "So what exactly happened?".  Reluctantly, "well, you know we are
quite sort of restrained when we do it, I mean its great but well, Michael
was all over the place, he did it to me in all sorts of positions, he's
VERY energetic!"  By now very aroused at the thought of her being taken in
this way by her brother I asked "Just how often did he do it?" again a
pause, reminiscent this time "Well, I reckon he had me about four times, in
two hours".  Just HOW drunk was he I wondered - obviously very far from
incapable and therefore very likely that the two of them first got going
back at the club, intent on the session later!  Another thought crossed my
mind, she liked being buggered on occasion though could only handle about
10 minutes at a time but given her brother's predominent orientation, well
"Did he bugger you?"  Slowly "No, but at one stage I thought he was going
to!"  Aha I thought, I wonder, I was really aroused and she knew it but she
wasn't expecting my next move for carefully positioning her on her side
facing away, I edged into one of our usual positions, obligingly she raised
a leg to give me access but there I saw, between her buttocks the
giveaway...a red patch most probably sore if not painful and then it struck
me "Poetic justice" - I did scoop some vaseline onto my tip but instead of
entering her as expected I took careful aim and swiftly thrust in and up.
There was an astonished gasp and she went rigid, holding still while
pressed tight against her buttocks I muttered "Well, sorry he didn't get
around to buggering you but let me - make up for it?".  He'd loosened her
up, no question but still it must have hurt, frankly I wasn't fussed for I
knew that by now she'd got the message and in all fairness couldn't
complain.  Selfish perhaps but for the next half an hour or so I enjoyed my
wife's anus as never before!

After, wonderfully content as I was, she began to giggle "Oh you bastard,
well fair enough so - you didn't mind at all did you?  Come on, admit it?".
Quietly satisfied I considered the options, she'd be returning for
treatment, and inevitably I knew, there would be other incidents so, I
asked the question "You've told me about the first night, what about the
second?"  "Oh, well we went out again and then when we got home Michael
asked me, would I take my clothes off" she paused as I intervened with "and
were you excited?"  "Yes, I was very...."  Enough had been said and my
imagination could deal with the rest as obviously could hers for placing my
hand between her thighs, it came away damp, this was much too good I
reckoned and confessed at last "God that made me randy and I bet you knew
it would - so now, you got thoroughly fucked by your brother for two days
and home again, it's me that will be frantic - and I'll be wanting to do
you as I think about it which will be most of the time - of course" Looking
almost contrite and yet with flushed eager face and sparkling eyes, petite
breasted yet with jutting nipples - my young wife obligingly parted her
legs for me.