Beta Cuckold Alpha Wife Ch. 09

The week after Lisa’s visit had been a complete transformation.

Jessica was finally free. She no longer held back any of her desires, and she made sure Jim understood that every single day. She walked around the apartment wearing nothing but tiny panties, ordering him to kneel and eat her pussy whenever the mood struck her. She made him edge himself for hours while she described in graphic detail all the filthy things she wanted Brian to do to her.

One night she rode a thick dildo on the couch right in front of him, moaning Brian’s name loudly as she came, then forced Jim to clean the toy with his tongue. Another morning she woke him up by sitting on his face, grinding until she orgasmed, casually telling him this was now his new alarm clock. She had become playful, cruel, and completely unfiltered — teasing him constantly about how much better Brian was, how wet she got just thinking about him, and how lucky he was to be allowed to serve her.

By Wednesday afternoon, Jim had become almost completely docile.

He was in the kitchen when someone knocked on the door. His stomach immediately tightened. He walked over with that familiar scared, puppy-like expression and opened it.

Brian stood there, looking relaxed and powerful in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. When he saw Jim, a lazy smirk spread across his face.

“Hey, Salsa boy,” Brian said, clearly amused by the nickname. “Is Jessica home? I need to talk to her about something.”

Jim didn’t argue. He simply stepped aside. “She’s in the living room,” he answered quietly. “Come in. I’ll call her.” As Brian stepped inside like he already belonged there, Jim turned toward the hallway. “Jess? Brian’s here!”

A few moments later Jessica appeared. She was wearing a comfortable but very sexy outfit — tight black yoga shorts that perfectly hugged her ass and a loose white tank top with no bra, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she looked relaxed and glowing.

The second she saw Brian, her face lit up with a bright, genuine smile.

“Dancer!” she said happily, walking straight toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep hug. Brian’s hands immediately dropped to her ass, grabbing two full handfuls and giving her right cheek a firm, loud slap.

Jessica let out a cute little squeal, laughing against his neck as she pressed her body closer to his. “Oh, Brian! How I missed that,” she purred.

Brian chuckled, keeping one hand possessively on her ass. “Missed you too,” he replied, voice low.

They stayed like that for a few seconds — hugging, touching, completely comfortable in front of Jim, who stood awkwardly a few feet away, watching in silence.

Finally, Jessica pulled back just enough to look up at Brian, still smiling.

“So… what brings you here, handsome?”

Brian kept one hand on her waist as he answered.

“I’ve got this family reunion thing coming up this weekend. My parents rented a big lake house up north — nice place, private dock, lots of rooms. It’s the annual gathering and it’s kind of a big deal. They always expect me to bring someone, and I’m tired of everyone asking why I’m still single and trying to set me up with random cousins. I thought about you.” He grinned confidently. “I want you to come with me as my girlfriend for the weekend. Fake girlfriend, real fun. What do you think?”

“I want you to come with me as my girlfriend for the weekend. Fake girlfriend, real fun. What do you think?”

Jessica didn’t answer with words at first. A slow, naughty smile spread across her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief and lust. That look alone was enough to make Brian’s grin widen.

She tilted her head playfully.

“So… if I’m your fake girlfriend for the weekend,” she asked, biting her lower lip, “does that mean I get to have real sex with you?”

Brian let out a low, amused chuckle. His hand stayed firmly on her ass as he pulled her a little closer.

“Of course,” he said, voice deep and confident. “One of your official girlfriend duties is to suck my cock whenever I want. And I plan on wanting it a lot.”

Jessica let out a soft, delighted laugh and pressed her body against his for a moment before pulling him toward the couch.

“Come sit down, handsome. Tell me more about this whole thing.”

They moved to the couch together. Jessica sat right next to Brian, practically in his lap, while Jim remained standing awkwardly a few feet away, completely ignored for the moment. Brian casually draped his arm around her shoulders, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her breast through the thin tank top.

Brian leaned back comfortably and explained.

“My family rents this amazing lake house every year. Big place, right on the water, with a private dock, a bunch of bedrooms, a huge grill… the works. They buy a ton of food, beer, wine, everything. It’s basically a three-day party. All my cousins, aunts, uncles, everyone brings their wife, fiancée, girlfriend… you know how it is. People always ask me why I never bring anyone. This year I don’t want the headache. So I thought about you.”

He looked at her with a smirk, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on her thigh.

“Instead of dragging some airhead who would start believing we’re actually dating, I want you. We can have real fun. No strings. I get to show you off, touch you whenever I want, fuck you whenever I want… and you get to enjoy the weekend without any pressure. Everyone wins.”

Jessica’s eyes were shining with excitement. She ran her fingers slowly up his chest, clearly loving the idea.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” she purred. “A whole weekend pretending to be your girlfriend… getting fucked by you while my husband waits quietly at home”

She glanced over at Jim, a wicked little smile forming on her lips.

“Jimmy… come here for a second.”

Jim approached nervously and stood in front of them. Jessica looked up at him with that playful, dominant expression she had perfected over the past week.

“So… Brian just invited me to spend the whole weekend with him at his family’s lake house. As his girlfriend.” She let the word hang in the air for a moment. “What do you think about that, babe?”

Jim stood there awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His voice came out small and hesitant.

“So… I would be alone the whole weekend?”

Jessica didn’t even hesitate. She looked at him with a sweet but dismissive smile.

“I’m afraid so, babe.”

Then she turned back to Brian, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a deep, hungry tongue kiss right there in the middle of the living room. Brian didn’t hold back — his hands grabbed her ass again as their tongues slid together noisily. The wet, sloppy sounds of the kiss filled the silence while Jim just stood there watching.

When they finally broke apart, Jessica was breathing a little heavier, her lips shiny. Brian looked straight at Jim with a cocky smirk.

“Well, since the idea is for me to take her as my girlfriend… bringing her actual husband along wouldn’t be very smart, would it?”

Both Brian and Jessica burst out laughing, clearly enjoying Jim’s discomfort.

Jim looked down at the floor, his face burning. He mumbled under his breath, barely loud enough to be heard.

“If she’s going as your girlfriend… what am I supposed to do? Pretend I’m not her husband for the whole weekend at home?”

Jessica paused. A thoughtful “Mmm…” escaped her lips as she tilted her head, clearly turning the words over in her mind. A slow, wicked smile started to form on her face.

She looked at Brian, her eyes sparkling with a new idea.

“Do you think me and Jim could pass as siblings?”

Brian raised an eyebrow, then let out a deep laugh.

“If you took all the beauty in the family, then yeah, easily,” he said, grinning. “Why? What are you thinking?”

Jessica’s smile grew wider, almost giddy. She leaned back against Brian’s chest, one hand idly stroking his thigh as she spoke.

“What if we take Jim as my little brother to the reunion?” she suggested, her voice already full of excitement. “It would be perfect. No one would find it weird that I’m there with you, and we could do whatever we want the entire weekend. I could introduce him as my shy little brother who tagged along… and then I could kiss you in front of him, let you touch me, let you fuck me… while he just has to sit there and watch like a good boy.”

She bit her lip, clearly getting turned on by her own idea.

“We could have so much fun with it. I could make him carry our bags, call me ‘sis’ in front of your whole family, make him watch us make out by the lake… maybe even make him stand outside the bedroom door while you fuck me at night. It would be so fucking hot.”

Jessica turned to look at Jim, her eyes dark with lust and amusement.

“What do you think, little brother? Want to come on a weekend trip with your big sister and her boyfriend?”

Jim’s eyes widened in pure panic. He took a small step back, shaking his head quickly.

“N-no… I think it would be better if I just stay home,” he stammered, voice shaky. “I don’t want to bother you two during the whole weekend. Really, it’s fine. I can stay here and—”

Brian let out a deep, amused laugh, cutting him off.

“Sorry, Jim,” he said, still grinning, “but Jessica’s idea is way too good to not use.”

Brian and Jessica turned to look at each other. For a second they just stared, eyes locked, both of them clearly getting excited by the same filthy thought. Then Jessica’s lips curled into a wicked smile.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, almost giggling. “We could have so much fun with this.”

Brian nodded, his hand still resting possessively on her ass.

“Imagine me introducing you as my girlfriend in front of my whole family,” he said, “while your little brother is standing right there holding your bag.”

Jessica bit her lip, clearly loving it. “I could make him call me ‘sis’ the entire time. ‘Hey sis, do you want another drink?’ while you’re fingering me under the dinner table.”

Brian chuckled darkly. “I could make him watch us make out by the lake. Tell him to ‘look away, little brother’ right before I slide my hand into your bikini.”

They kept going, feeding off each other’s ideas, getting more creative and cruel with every line. Jim just stood there, frozen, face burning with humiliation as the two of them laughed and planned an entire weekend of tormenting him in front of Brian’s entire family.

Jim finally couldn’t stay quiet anymore. His voice came out weak and trembling.

“This… this is too humiliating,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor. “Making me pretend to be your little brother the whole weekend… in front of his entire family? Everyone will think I’m some pathetic tag-along while you two—”

Jessica’s laughter stopped. She turned to him with a sweet but dangerous smile.

“Aw, babe…” she said softly. “Do I need to call Lisa right now? Or are you going to learn to be happy with what we decide for you?”

Jim froze. The mention of Lisa hit him like a bucket of cold water. His shoulders slumped instantly. “I… I’m sorry,” he whispered, defeated. “I’ll behave., Jess”

Jessica’s eyes narrowed playfully. She shook her head slowly. “No, no, no,” she corrected him, her voice sweet but firm. “From now on, you don’t call me Jess anymore. You call me ‘sis’ or ‘sister’. Understand, little brother?” Jim’s face burned with fresh shame. He nodded meekly.

“Yes… sis.”

Jessica let out a soft, satisfied hum and turned back to Brian. Without breaking eye contact with him, she swung one leg over his lap and straddled him right there on the couch, pressing her body against his.

She looked deep into Brian’s eyes, her voice low and dripping with lust.

“Mmm… I can’t wait for this weekend,” she purred, slowly grinding her hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.

Then, without even glancing at Jim, she spoke in a casual but commanding tone.

“Jim, go to your room. You’re grounded for the rest of the day for bad behavior.”

She said it so naturally, like she was telling a child to go to bed, while staring sexily into Brian’s eyes and rolling her hips in slow, teasing circles.

Jim stood there frozen, mouth slightly open. “B-but… Jess…” he started weakly.

Jessica finally glanced at him for half a second, her expression bored and dismissive, before turning back to Brian and running her fingers through his hair. “I said go to your room, little bro. Now. Big sister is busy doing mmm... adult things.”

She leaned in and kissed Brian deeply, moaning softly into his mouth as her ass continued grinding against him. Her hand slid down between them, palming his hard cock through his jeans.

Jim stood there for a few painful seconds, completely ignored, before lowering his head in defeat. “Yes… sis,” he whispered. He turned around and walked slowly toward the bedroom, the sound of Jessica’s soft moans and Brian’s low chuckle following him down the hallway.

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Friday evening arrived, and the hallway outside their apartment door felt heavier than usual.

Jessica looked absolutely stunning. She had chosen a short, tight white summer dress that clung to every curve of her body. The thin fabric was almost see-through in the right light, and the hem barely reached mid-thigh, showing off her long, toned legs. The neckline plunged low between her full breasts, and she had decided against a bra, letting her hard nipples press obviously against the material. Her hair was loose and wavy, makeup done to perfection — smoky eyes and glossy lips that screamed “fuck me.” She was glowing with excitement, practically vibrating with horny energy at the thought of an entire weekend pretending to be Brian’s girlfriend.

Brian stood next to her looking every bit the confident alpha. He wore a fitted navy button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show his thick forearms, dark jeans that hugged his powerful thighs, and a watch that caught the light. He looked relaxed, dominant, and ready to claim what was his for the weekend.

Jim, in contrast, looked exactly like what he had become: a defeated, obedient cuckold. He was dressed in a plain gray t-shirt and simple shorts, sweating slightly under the weight of Jessica’s large suitcase, her smaller overnight bag, and his own tiny backpack. He stood a few steps behind them, eyes downcast, already feeling the deep, familiar ache of humiliation in his chest.

The three of them waited for the elevator in the quiet hallway.

Brian didn’t waste any time. He turned to Jessica, slid one big hand around her waist, and pulled her against him.

“Come here, girlfriend,” he said with a cocky grin.

Jessica laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

“Boyfriend,” she purred back, the word sounding filthy and delicious on her tongue.

They kissed right there in the hallway — deep, hungry, and completely shameless. Brian’s hands roamed down to grab her ass, squeezing it possessively as their tongues slid together. Jessica moaned softly into his mouth, pressing her body against his, one leg lifting slightly to rub against his thigh. The kiss was loud, wet, and unhurried, like they had already forgotten Jim was standing right there holding all her bags.

Jim’s stomach twisted. They’re kissing like a real couple… in front of me… and I’m just standing here like a loser with her luggage. His small cock twitched uselessly in his shorts as he watched Brian’s hands knead his wife’s ass through the thin dress. He felt pathetic, invisible, and strangely aroused at the same time.

When they finally broke the kiss, Jessica’s lips were shiny and a little swollen. She looked over at Jim with a teasing smile, still pressed against Brian’s chest.

“Be a good little brother and make sure you don’t drop any of my bags, okay?” she said sweetly.

Brian chuckled and gave her ass one last firm slap.

“Yeah, little bro. Don’t embarrass your big sister in front of my family this weekend.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Brian kept his arm around Jessica’s waist as they stepped inside. Jim followed behind them like a servant, struggling slightly with the heavy bags.

Inside the elevator, Brian pulled Jessica close again. He kissed her neck, then her lips, while his hand slid up under the hem of her short dress, openly groping her ass in front of Jim. Jessica moaned softly, not caring at all that her husband was watching.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you all weekend,” Brian murmured against her mouth.

Jessica giggled, biting his lower lip.

“Me neither, boyfriend.”

Jim stood in the corner, staring at the floor, face burning. They’re talking about fucking each other like I’m not even here. And I’m carrying her bags like some pathetic little brother. His cock was painfully hard and leaking in his shorts, but he didn’t dare say a word.

The elevator reached the garage level. Brian and Jessica walked out first, still touching and flirting. Jim followed, arms full, feeling smaller with every step.

When they reached Brian’s car — a sleek black SUV — Brian opened the passenger door for Jessica like a perfect gentleman. She slid in gracefully, her short dress riding high on her thighs. Brian gave her one more quick kiss before closing the door.

Then he turned to Jim.

“Trunk’s open, little bro. Load your sister’s bags. And make sure you sit in the back the whole way. Boyfriend and girlfriend get the front seats.”

Jim nodded meekly.

“Yes, sir…”

He loaded everything into the trunk, then climbed into the back seat. Brian got behind the wheel and immediately reached over to rest his hand on Jessica’s bare thigh, squeezing it possessively.

As the car pulled out of the garage and headed toward the lake house, Jessica turned slightly in her seat, looking back at Jim with a wicked little smile.

“Ready for the weekend, little brother?” she asked sweetly.

Jim swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes… sis.”

Brian laughed and squeezed Jessica’s thigh again. “This is going to be a fun weekend.”

The car merged onto the highway, Brian and Jessica already flirting and touching each other like they were the only two people in the world, while Jim sat silently in the back, carrying the weight of his new role as the obedient little brother for the entire weekend.

essica sat in the passenger seat like she belonged there, legs crossed, the short white summer dress riding high on her thighs. The thin fabric clung to her body, her hard nipples clearly visible through the material since she had decided against wearing a bra. Her hair was loose and wavy, and she smelled like coconut lotion and pure sex. She looked like a woman who had finally stopped pretending.

Brian drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on her bare thigh, his fingers occasionally sliding higher under the hem of her dress. He looked relaxed, confident, and completely in control.

In the back seat, Jim sat quietly, almost invisible. He was wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts, his hands resting on his knees, eyes fixed on the back of the seats in front of him. He had already loaded all of Jessica’s bags into the trunk like an obedient servant, and now he was simply there — the third wheel, the tag-along, the little brother. His small cock was already half-hard and leaking in his shorts from the constant humiliation, but he didn’t dare say a word.

Jessica turned her head slightly toward Brian, a naughty smile playing on her lips.

“So tell me more about this fake girlfriend thing,” she purred, her voice low and teasing. “What exactly did you tell your family about me?”

Brian chuckled, his hand squeezing her thigh a little harder.

“I kept it simple. I told them the truth,” he said, smirking. “Her name is Jessica. She’s fucking hot. And she loves to sit on my cock.”

Jessica burst out laughing, throwing her head back. The sound was bright, filthy, and full of delight.

“Oh my God, you actually said that?” she asked, still giggling as she placed her hand over his on her thigh.

Brian grinned wider.

“Yeah. I figured why lie? They’ll meet you and see for themselves anyway.”

Jessica bit her lip, clearly turned on by how casually he talked about her like she was already his. She leaned over and kissed the side of his neck, her hand sliding up his chest.

“Mmm… I like that you told them I love sitting on your cock,” she whispered against his skin. “Because it’s true. I can’t wait to do it all weekend while my little brother watches.”

From the back seat, Jim felt a sharp twist in his stomach. They’re talking about fucking like I’m not even here. Like I’m just luggage. His cock twitched again, leaking more into his underwear as he stared at the back of Brian’s head.

Brian laughed and glanced at Jessica.

“You can relax, baby. Everyone’s gonna love you. You’re probably going to be the hottest ass at the whole reunion. The women are gonna be jealous as hell, and the guys are gonna be staring at you the entire time.”

Jessica moaned softly at the compliment, squeezing his hand on her thigh.

“I like the sound of that,” she said, her voice turning breathy. “I want them to see how good I look on your arm… and how much I love being fucked by you.”

They kept flirting like that for a while, the conversation getting dirtier and more playful. Brian’s hand kept sliding higher under her dress, and Jessica didn’t stop him. She even spread her legs a little wider, letting him tease her through her panties while she moaned softly.

Then Jessica turned her head and looked back at Jim, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Speaking of my little brother…” she said sweetly. “We need to figure out exactly how we’re going to introduce you this weekend.”

Brian nodded, grinning as he kept one eye on the road. “Yeah, we should get the story straight. What’s the official profile for little bro?”

Jessica’s eyes were shining with excitement. She ran her fingers slowly up Brian’s chest, clearly loving the idea more and more. “Well… let’s build the perfect little brother profile,” she said, biting her lip. “We need to make it believable.”

Brian nodded, his hand still resting high on her thigh. “Yeah. He should feel real. What kind of guy is your little brother supposed to be?”

Jessica thought for a second, then started listing traits with a mischievous smile. “He’s shy. Super shy. The kind of guy who barely talks to girls and gets nervous around people. Maybe he’s always been the quiet, awkward one in the family while I was the popular older sister. He’s a bit of a loser — still lives at home, works some boring job, doesn’t have many friends. That’s why he insisted on coming along… because he doesn’t want to be alone all weekend.”

Brian chuckled, clearly enjoying how detailed she was getting.

“Make him a little protective too. Like he’s worried about his big sister dating a guy like me. He’s harmless, but he tries to act like the responsible younger brother.”

Jessica laughed softly and nodded. “Exactly. He’s the type who still calls me ‘sis’ even though we’re adults. He’s polite, obedient, a little socially awkward. He’ll carry the bags, fetch drinks, stay quiet unless we talk to him. People will look at him and think ‘poor kid, he’s lucky his hot sister even let him tag along.’”

Brian grinned, squeezing her thigh. “We can say he’s never really had a girlfriend. That he looks up to you and is secretly jealous that you’re with someone like me. But he’s too much of a nice guy to cause any trouble. He just wants his big sister to be happy.”

Jessica moaned softly at the image, clearly getting turned on by how perfectly pathetic they were making Jim sound.

“God, yes. He’s the sweet but useless little brother. The one who never quite grew up. Everyone at the reunion will feel sorry for him… while they watch me being your girlfriend the whole weekend.”

She turned around in her seat again and looked at Jim with a wicked, delighted smile.

“Did you hear that, little brother? That’s who you’re going to be this weekend. Shy. Awkward. Obedient. The harmless younger brother who came along to help his big sister. You’re going to call me ‘sis,’ be polite to everyone, and stay in your lane. Understand?”

Jim sat in the back seat, face burning with humiliation. His small cock was rock-hard and leaking steadily in his shorts as he listened to them casually building his new identity.

“Yes… sis,” he whispered, voice small and broken.

Jessica smiled sweetly and turned back to Brian, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Brian kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting high on Jessica’s bare thigh as the SUV cruised down the highway. He glanced at her with that cocky, hungry smirk and said casually:

“Since we’re settled on the little brother profile… why don’t you practice being my perfect girlfriend and give me a sloppy blowjob right now, baby?”

Jessica’s eyes lit up like she had been waiting her whole life for this exact moment. A filthy, eager smile spread across her glossy lips as she licked them slowly, already leaning over the center console like a woman starved.

“Fuck yes,” she purred, her voice thick with lust. “I’ve been dying to taste you again.”

Her hands moved with greedy confidence. She quickly unbuckled his belt, yanked down his zipper, and fished out his thick, heavy cock. The moment it sprang free — already half-hard, veined, and pulsing — Jessica let out a soft, needy moan of pure appreciation.

“God… look at this beautiful cock,” she whispered reverently, wrapping both hands around the thick shaft and stroking it slowly from base to tip. She felt it swell and harden instantly in her grip, the veins throbbing under her fingers. “So much thicker and heavier than my husband’s pathetic little dick. I love how it fills my hands… how it feels like it was made to stretch my throat.”

She started teasing him mercilessly, dragging her wet tongue in a long, slow stripe from the base all the way up to the swollen, leaking head. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that had already leaked out, then kissed the head softly before sucking just the tip into her warm, wet mouth with loud, wet pops. Her tongue flicked and swirled constantly, never giving him a second of peace, while her hands pumped the rest of his shaft in perfect rhythm.

Brian groaned, his hips twitching slightly as he fought to keep the car steady on the highway.

“Fuck, Jess… you’re already so good at this.”

Jessica pulled off for a breath, gasping, long strings of thick saliva already connecting her lips to his glistening cock. Her eyes were watering, but she looked happier than she had in months.

“You like how sloppy your girlfriend gets for you?” she asked breathlessly, voice hoarse. “You like me drooling all over your big cock while my little brother watches from the back seat like the pathetic cuck he is?”

Without waiting for an answer, she dove back down, taking him deeper. Her soft, warm lips stretched obscenely around his girth as she sank down, taking nearly half his length on the first try. She didn’t go slow. She wanted it messy from the very beginning. Thick strings of saliva immediately drooled from the corners of her stretched lips, running down his shaft and dripping onto his heavy balls. She bobbed her head eagerly, sucking hard, her messy bun bouncing with every movement. The car filled with loud, wet, obscene sounds — loud slurping, gagging, and Jessica’s muffled, happy moans vibrating around his cock.

From the back seat, Jim couldn’t look away no matter how much he wanted to. She’s choking herself on his cock while he’s driving… drooling like a desperate whore all over him… and she’s loving every second of it. My wife is gagging and slobbering on another man’s dick like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, and I’m just sitting here like a worthless little brother holding her bags. His own small cock was painfully hard, throbbing and leaking continuously into his shorts as he watched her head move up and down in Brian’s lap. The wet, disgusting, beautiful sounds were driving him insane — the constant gagging, the sloppy slurping, the way she moaned like she was in heaven every time she took him deep.

Jessica pulled up gasping for air, coughing up thick strings of spit that hung from her swollen lips. She stroked his soaked shaft with both hands, twisting them in opposite directions while she caught her breath. Then she lowered her head even further and started licking and sucking his balls with the same hungry enthusiasm. She took one heavy ball into her warm mouth, sucking gently while her hand pumped his slick cock in long, sloppy strokes. She switched to the other ball, licking and sucking noisily, coating them both in thick saliva. She even tried to take both balls in her mouth at once, stretching her lips wide and moaning around them while her hand kept working his shaft furiously.

“Fuck, you’re such a nasty little girlfriend,” Brian groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Jessica pulled back, strings of spit dangling from her chin, and looked up at him with pure lust in her eyes.

“I want to be the sluttiest girlfriend you’ve ever had,” she whispered hoarsely. “I want your cock dripping with my spit the whole weekend.”

She dove back in, combining everything. She sucked the head hard while her hand pumped the shaft, then deepthroated him again, then licked his balls while stroking him furiously. The sounds were nonstop: wet gagging, loud slurping, desperate moaning. Spit was everywhere — dripping down her chin, soaking her tits, making the front of her white tank top completely transparent so her hard nipples were on full display. She looked like a complete, beautiful mess, and she was putting on the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blowjob of her life while her husband sat silently in the back seat, watching everything.

Jim’s mind was a storm of shame and arousal. She’s never sucked me like this… never even close. She’s treating his cock like it’s her favorite thing in the world, gagging herself on it, drooling all over it, worshipping his balls while she jerks him off. I’m her husband and I’m sitting here like a pathetic little brother while she chokes on another man’s dick on the highway. And the worst part is… I’m so fucking hard watching it.

Jessica kept going, relentless and eager. She pushed herself to the limit, forcing his cock deeper into her throat until her nose pressed against his stomach again and again. Every time she gagged hard, thick spit bubbled from the corners of her mouth and poured down in heavy rivulets. She started humming around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft, making Brian groan louder. She pulled off only to spit thick globs of saliva onto his cock and balls, then rubbed it in with both hands before diving back down, making everything even wetter and messier.

“God, I love how you taste,” she gasped during one of her brief pauses, stroking him fast and sloppy. “I love how your cock fills my throat. I love how my little brother has to watch me worship it like a good girlfriend should.”

Brian’s breathing was getting ragged.

“You’re going to be sucking this cock every single day this weekend,” he growled. “Whenever I want. In the morning, at night, even if my family is right outside the door.”

Jessica moaned loudly around him, clearly loving the idea. She doubled down, sucking him harder, faster, sloppier than before. Her head moved in a blur, her messy bun bouncing wildly as she deepthroated him over and over, gagging and choking happily while thick spit ran down her chin and soaked everything in sight.

The car continued speeding down the highway, the loud, filthy symphony of Jessica’s perfect, sloppy girlfriend blowjob filling the air as they got closer and closer to the lake house.

Brian’s breathing grew rough and ragged, his hips twitching as he fought to keep the car steady on the highway. Jessica could feel him throbbing harder in her mouth, the thick veins pulsing against her tongue.

“Fuck… I’m getting close,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You gonna swallow like a good little girlfriend, or do you want me to paint that pretty face?”

Jessica pulled off his cock with a wet, obscene pop, strings of thick saliva still connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. Her eyes were watering, mascara running in dark streaks down her cheeks, but she looked up at him with pure, filthy hunger.

“Cum wherever you want, baby,” she gasped, voice hoarse and wrecked from deepthroating him. “I want it. I want every fucking drop. My little brother is watching… so make it nasty for him.”

She dove back down immediately, sucking him harder and sloppier than before, her head bobbing frantically while her hand pumped the base of his thick cock. The wet, gagging sounds grew louder and more desperate as she forced him deeper into her throat, choking herself willingly on his length.

Brian’s hand left the wheel for a second to grip the back of her head, pushing her down roughly.

“That’s it, you filthy fucking slut,” he snarled. “Suck that cock like the cheating whore you are. Your husband is sitting right there watching you gag on another man’s dick and you’re loving it, aren’t you?”

Jessica moaned loudly around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft. She nodded frantically, never stopping her sloppy, eager sucking.

From the back seat, Jim was trembling. She’s letting him talk to her like a whore… and she’s moaning like she loves it. My wife is choking on his cock and letting him call her a cheating slut while I sit here like a useless cuckold. His small cock was painfully hard, leaking steadily into his shorts as he watched her head move faster and faster.

Brian’s grip tightened in her hair.

“Fuck… here it comes. Open your mouth, slut. I’m gonna paint that pretty face for your little brother to see.”

Jessica pulled off at the last second, gasping for air. She stuck her tongue out, eyes locked on Brian’s as she pumped his throbbing cock with both hands.

“Cum on me,” she begged, voice raw and desperate. “Cum all over your girlfriend’s face while my husband watches. Mark me like the whore I am for you.”

Brian groaned loudly, his cock pulsing hard in her hands. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the tip, the first powerful spurt landing directly on her tongue. Jessica moaned loudly, keeping her mouth wide open as more and more cum shot across her face — thick white streaks landing on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and dripping down onto her chin and tits. She kept stroking him through every spurt, milking him dry, making sure every drop landed on her face or tongue.

When he finally finished, Jessica’s face was a complete mess — covered in thick ropes of cum, her mascara running, her lips and chin shiny with spit and semen. She looked up at Brian with a wicked, satisfied smile, then turned her head slowly toward the back seat so Jim could see her properly.

“Look at your big sister, little brother,” she said hoarsely, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “This is what a real man does to me. This is what I look like when I’m being a good girlfriend.”

She scooped a thick glob of cum from her cheek with two fingers and slowly sucked it into her mouth, moaning theatrically as she swallowed.

“Mmm, that was fun. His cum is so tasty… it tastes so much better than anything you’ve ever given me.”

Brian chuckled darkly, zipping himself back up as he kept driving.

“Clean yourself up a little, baby,” he said casually. “But leave some on your face. I want my family to see what a dirty little slut my girlfriend is when we get there.”

Jessica laughed softly and wiped a small amount of cum from her chin, but deliberately left most of it streaked across her face and dripping down onto her tits.

Jim sat in the back seat, completely broken, staring at his wife’s cum-covered face while the car continued speeding toward the lake house.

She just let him cum all over her face… and she loved it. She’s going to walk into his family reunion with another man’s load drying on her skin… and I’m just sitting here like the pathetic little brother who gets to watch.

The weekend had only just begun.

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