Til Dick Do Us Part

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People said we were too young. My own parents said it was too soon to jump into something as serious as marriage, and looking back, I should have listened to them. Alas, I was a stubborn twenty-four year old, and I was in love. I thought I was in love, anyway.

Nicole was everything I had ever wanted. She was beautiful, kind, caring, and she had somehow fallen for me. From the moment we met until the moment we said I do, she was my world, and after that, she was even more.

We were best friends, soul mates, lovers, and all of that other soppy stuff. We had planned our lives together, two kids, our dream house in the countryside, it was perfect. Until it wasn't.

The signs were there. Even before the wedding they were there, but I was too lovestruck to notice them. She hid her phone from me, and I never thought to ask why. She'd spend evenings giggling at messages, telling me they were friends from work, and then one night when I returned home a little earlier than I was supposed to, his truck was parked in the drive.

It took every ounce of strength that I had not to go inside and beat the living shit out of him, but could I really blame it all on him? Yeah, he was supposed to be my best friend, but she was my wife.

I sat outside, parked far enough away that they wouldn't see me when they kissed goodnight on the porch, and then I watched as Dean, my best friend from his school got in his truck and left.

I considered going in and ending it right there, but the longer I sat outside and contemplated things, the hungrier I became for revenge. Where was the satisfaction in giving my cheating wife exactly what she wanted? I'd leave, she'd call Dean back over and the two of them would have a great laugh at silly little Mikey. No, I had other plans for Nicole.

"Hi baby" I called through gritted teeth, and she greeted me in a silk bathrobe, acting as though she'd just gotten out of the bath.

I played it cool with her. I continued to be exactly what she wanted me to be, a loving, caring, idiot, and then the holidays came around, and everything that I had planned over the last few weeks was about to be put into action.

Call me pathetic, maybe I am, but Nicole had ruined my life, and I was determined to make her feel the pain that I was feeling.

"I have an idea" I smiled, the day before we were due to travel to her parents house for Christmas, "we should invite Dean!"

I saw the look on her face change when I said his name. She was uncomfortable, and I was glad to see it.

"Oh, no, I'm sure he has plans, babe" she said nervously as she applied too much make up.

"No, he spends most Christmases alone ever since his girlfriend left him" I beamed, "I'll call him right now, I'm sure your parents wouldn't mind, would they?"

I'd sprung it on her too fast for her to come up with any reasonable excuses, so after a brief phone call with my ex-best friend, the stage was set, and the following day the three of us set sail.

I never particularly liked her family. They were extremely snobby, and seemed to think that every person on the planet was beneath them. I didn't care about that anymore, however, because I was no longer trying to impress them.

My goal was simple, or at least, in my head it was simple. Actually carrying it out was going to be another thing entirely, but I was going to give it my best shot, and one way or another, I'd be returning home as a single man.

The house was huge, and as usual, we were greeted by her insufferable mother. The woman was in her fifties, and had amassed considerable wealth from her own parents which allowed her to bag herself something of a toy boy. Though he wasn't exactly a boy anymore.

Her father's William was a forty-eight year old architect, and even though he was also a snob, he was less of a snob than Celine.

"Good evening" she said sternly as we lugged our bags up the stone steps, "I see you've brought company".

Her voice was as cold as it always was, but Nicole seemed to think that the sun shone out of her ass.

"Michael" she said stiffly, and where once I used to wince at the rudeness, I was no longer bothered by it.

"Celine" I replied, just as sharp, and even Nicole glanced at me.

We entered the stupidly extravagant house, and followed Celine through to the dining room.

"We'll be having dinner in an hour" she said, as though we had somehow inconvenienced them, "I'll have Brandon fetch some drinks".

The boy was nineteen, and even though I usually got on relatively well with him, ever since he'd started dating his now girlfriend, he was beginning to become as dull as his bat of a mother.

"I'm busy, mother" his voice came from behind, and we stood up to greet him.

He shook my hand limply, ignored Dean entirely, and sat down with his stone faced girlfriend. I was no psychologist, but if ever there was a mismatch, it was those two.

She spoke only in whispers, and only to him, and by the time dinner was served, I found myself becoming increasingly uncomfortable by her presence. Thankfully for me, I wouldn't be spending too long in the hell hole to have to put up with her much longer.

When William finally arrived, we all began to eat, and only the sound of cutlery against the expensive porcelain could be heard.

I wasn't there for the dinner, and I certainly wasn't there to make small talk, so as soon as it ended, I excused myself to bed, complaining of a stomach ache, and now it was time to begin.

Just like always, I knew Nicole would spend the entire night drinking wine with Celine in the living room. Dean had been given the guest room, so I had this room to myself until my drunken wife dragged herself to bed at some point in the early hours.

I stripped down, and couldn't help but admire myself in the mirror. I had always been a decent looking guy, and I was rather proud that I hadn't let myself go since the marriage. I worked out almost daily, and it showed. As well as that, I had also been quite blessed in the dick department, and now that I thought about it, Nicole was an idiot for letting me go.

I had considered my plan thoroughly over the last few weeks, and had changed it a lot since then. It was absurd, but it had to be. Yes, I could have done things a little differently, but I wanted to cause maximum chaos, and this was the only way to destroy her the way she'd destroyed me.

His number was still in my phone from last year when we collected him from the airport. I was putting quite a lot of trust in my ability to do this, but I'd read enough stories and researched enough articles to believe that I had a good shot.

I text Brandon who was still downstairs with his family, and my message was simple. A few minutes later I heard his footsteps approach, and it was game on.

"Sorry, man" I smiled as I pretended that he'd caught me undressing for bed.

The teen stopped dead and back stepped.

"No, no, you can come in" I told him, "I wanted to ask you something".

Rather reluctantly, Brandon closed the door behind himself and looked at everything but me. I was quite enjoying it, if I'm honest.

"I've been into you for a while" I said blankly, and his eyebrows raised, then lowered.

"You're married to my sister" he said, without missing a beat.

"I know, I know" i sighed, "it's just... Have you ever wanted something so bad even though you knew you couldn't have it?"

He looked utterly perplexed, but he nodded anyway.

"That's how I feel about you" I told him, "I've been fantasising about fucking you instead of your sister for the last–"

"Christ, okay!" He snapped, "Jesus, why are you telling me this?"

His cheeks were the colour of tomatoes, but my fun was only just beginning. I knew he'd been drinking, and I knew that his weird girlfriend wasn't the type to fuck before marriage, so when I dropped my hands from my crotch and showed off my long cock, Brandon couldn't help but stare.

"I want to make you feel better than your girlfriend can" I said calmly, and took a step toward him.

Brandon took a step back and gawped at me.

"I think you've had too much to drink, Michael" he replied, but his eyes were still on my cock as I moved closer.

"I didn't drink tonight, Brandon" I whispered, and now his back was to the door, and I was inches away from him. "Come on, let me show you what fun really feels like".

He tried to speak. I guess he tried to make sense of what was happening, but my hand was already sliding between his legs, and all he could do was whimper my name.

"You've never been touched like this, have you?" I breathed, feeling his cock through his pants, and the young man cleared his throat, then shook his head.

I could practically hear his heart slamming in his chest, and even though I wasn't particularly interested in doing this with a guy, I knew that it was an important step in my plan.

I slid my hand inside the warmth of his pants and he trembled as I searched around for his manhood. He didn't try to stop me, and I was quite shocked that it had been so easy to get my hands around the cock of a seemingly straight man.

He began to harden almost instantly, but I wasn't here to play games.

I got to my knees, unbothered by what he may think of me afterwards, and with one firm yank, his pants and boxer shorts slid to his ankles and a cock of about five inches bounced out of them.

"You've got such a nice cock, Brandon" I purred, wrapping my hand around the base as he became fully erect.

"We... We shouldn't be doing this!" He whispered, and the panic was evident in his shaky voice.

"Shh" I smirked, and noticed the small moon shaped birthmark above his pole. "I'm going to make you feel real good, Brandon".

I didn't doubt it, either. My search history would certainly have raised some eyebrows had my wife found it over the last few weeks. The sheer volume of step-by-step instructions on how to give the best blowjobs was bizarre, and I wondered why Nicole had never bothered her ass to read them.

I took him in my mouth and felt his body tense then relax as I began.

As a guy, I already knew where all the super sensitive parts were, so I focused on them. I licked his velvety helmet as he began to moan softly. I played with his balls, licked up and down the underside, and then I took him all the way into my throat until he gasped.

I was impressed by my ability to make the kid shiver. His knees were almost crashing off each other as I continued to suck him off, and suddenly I realised that this wasn't so bad after all.

I was getting more of a response from sucking my wife's little brother's cock in five minutes, than I had from her in the last three years!

He was panting now. His young body dripping with sweat as I blew his mind and his cock. I could taste his pre-cum, and although I wasn't a huge fan, that only meant one thing. He was close.

I plunged deeper down his shaft, using my tongue to lap at his nuts as his cock swelled inside me, and then it happened.

Brandon moaned louder than he wanted to, and just as he reached for my head to hold me in place, I stood up and wiped my mouth, and the poor kid began cumming all over himself as his cock danced and poured his teenage sperm across his shirt and the floor.

"That was great, Brandon" I smiled, opening the bedroom door as the orgasm continued to rip through his body, "see you for breakfast!"

I shoved him out into the hallway as cum continued to leak from his sensitive prick, and closed the door.

"One down, two to go" I smiled to myself as I wiped the taste of him from my tongue and slid into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting experience for all of us.