Chapter 62 — The Brother-in-Law Watches His Sister-in-Law Get Taken Back

Ethan signed the last page without reading it. The office had been a blur. He had told himself he only needed twenty minutes. In. Out. Back before Daniel’s car hit the driveway. Bella would still be on the sofa the way he had left her—dress up, hole open, full of him. He could take her again. One more time.

The hallway was dim. The living-room door stood half open.

He saw the ass first.

Bella’s. Round, flushed, lifted. And over it, covering it, the pale muscular planes of Daniel’s hips driving forward. Daniel’s back was to the door. He had folded her in half. Both of her long legs were hooked over his shoulders, her plump thighs spread wide around his ribs, her small feet pointing somewhere above his head. The position put her ass straight toward the hallway—two heavy cheeks split, the dark line between them on full display.

Daniel’s cock was buried in her pussy.

Ethan could see it. The thick shaft stretching her open, the wet ring of her cunt clinging to him where he disappeared into her. Each slow grind shoved him deeper and made her lips drag along the vein.

Her asshole—the one Ethan had kept open for hours—had closed. Only a little. The rim was still puffy, still shiny, a loosened pink mouth that no longer looked like it belonged to a wife who had never been used there.

They were kissing. Wet. Open. Daniel’s tongue in her mouth, hers answering, spit shining at the corner of her lips while her body stayed bent and offered.

Ethan stood in the hall and heard her. The same quiet voice. The same loving ask. “Daniel… fuck me.”

Daniel lifted his hips. The thick shaft slid out of Bella in one long, wet drag. Inch after inch left her pussy until only the swollen head still held her open. Her cunt clung to him as he went, the inner lips stretched into a shiny ring that tried to keep him. A broken sound spilled into his mouth. “Nn—ah…”

Their tongues never stopped. Spit strung between them. Bella’s small hands were in his hair. Her legs stayed hooked over his shoulders, ass lifted, the loosened pink of her asshole aimed straight at the hallway. Daniel drove back in.

FLAP—!

The slap of his hips meeting hers was sharp. Daniel drove all the way in. His cock punched into her pussy in one wet, heavy stroke and her plump lips flattened against his pelvis. At the same time her ass hit him. The heavy cheeks squashed outward. The hole in the middle was shoved into view—a half-closed, glossy ring pushed out by the force.

The rim bulged.

PEP

A wet little burst popped from the center. A thick rope of white shot out of her asshole. It splattered down the cleft of her crushed cheeks. The hole stayed poked out and pulsing, still trying to spit the rest.

"Ohh... ohh....Daniel" Bella’s moan broke on it.

Ethan knew that white. It was his. The load he had packed into her rectum all morning, the mess that had made her belly sit heavy. Daniel’s cock had shoved the wall between her holes hard enough to force it out.

Daniel pulled back again. Slow. The shaft gleamed, dragging her juices with it, almost leaving her empty. "Ahnn, ahhh.... honey..." Bella whimpered into the kiss, tongue still sliding against his.

Then he slammed down.

FLAP—!

The blow went deeper. Her pussy swallowed him to the root and her ass flattened harder against his hips, the heavy cheeks driven wide until the hole in the middle was forced into a fat, shiny pucker. The rim flared. PEP Another wet pep tore out of her—louder, wetter—and a thick knot of cum was punched straight out of the tunnel. A glossy clump that had been sitting far up inside her rectum came out in one hard pulse, cleared the puffy ring, and dropped in a heavy white slap onto the sofa cushion.

Ethan watched his own seed leave the hole he had spent hours opening, pushed out of Bella by her husband’s cock, while she moaned lewdly into Daniel’s mouth and kept her legs spread for both of them.

Ethan did not move from the doorway.

He only reached down, opened his pants, and took himself out.

He was already hard. He had been hard since the first glimpse of her ass under Daniel’s. His cock came free heavy in his palm, still smelling faintly of Bella from the morning, the head wet. He wrapped his fist around it and stroked once, slow, because if he went faster he would finish before he had looked enough.

Daniel fucked her like he owned the shape of her.

Bella was folded almost in two, spine curved, huge breasts crushed between them, legs high over her husband’s shoulders. Every time Daniel drew back, her pussy clung—pink, glossy, the inner lips dragged out along his shaft before they swallowed him again.

She did not lie there the way she had for Ethan. She moved. Small, hungry rolls of her hips met each thrust. Her arms were around Daniel’s neck. When their mouths broke for air she chased his tongue and put it back where she wanted it.

“Daniel…I love you… ah—”

The words were quiet. They were not the thin, bitten-off sounds she had given Ethan over the kitchen tile. These had warmth in them. Choice. She lifted her ass into the next slam as if offering the whole messy picture to the man inside her pussy, not to the one watching from the hall.

Ethan’s fist tightened.

Another thrust. Daniel’s cock punched deep. Bella’s moan broke wet against her husband’s mouth—and her ass answered. The rim gave a sudden meaty pep. Another thick jet of white shot out of her hole A forced pulse. Ethan’s cum left her in a fat, clotted rope, splattering her own cheek.

Daniel pulled out slow.

The shaft shone. Bella’s cunt followed it, reluctant, dripping. She made a small, loving noise and rolled her hips, trying to keep him. When only the head remained she whispered against his lips.

“Ahnn...ahn... Daniel…”

He slammed home.

Pep.

Another glob punched from her asshole—heavier, glossier, a knot of seed that had been sitting deeper. It squeezed through the loosened pink in a obscene little burst and hung there a second before gravity took it. The rim fluttered, shiny, half-open, leaking a thinner white thread that connected her ass to the sofa cushion.

Ethan stroked in time with the slaps.

He watched the way her body loved this. The way her toes curled. The way her tongue stayed in her husband’s mouth. The way she was prettier like this—used, folded, moaning love into the man who was fucking the cum out of the hole Ethan had spent the whole morning filling.

Daniel drove in again.

Pep. Pep.

Two short, wet pops close together. Bella’s ass spat another clump, then a thinner spray that painted the cleft between her cheeks. She shuddered, not from shame. From the feeling of being emptied and filled at once. Her pussy gripped. Her hole kept giving Ethan’s load back in filthy little pulses every time her husband’s cock made space inside her that her rectum could no longer hold.

Ethan’s breath went ragged in the dark of the hall.

He kept watching. Kept stroking. Kept seeing the good wife who used to tease him in a short dress now actively fucking her husband, kissing him like she meant it, while the proof of the morning—his proof—was squeezed out of her ass in wet, white bursts.

Daniel pistoned.

Short, brutal strokes now—hips snapping, cock punching the same deep place in Bella’s pussy over and over. Each slam shoved the wall of her rectum from the inside. Her ass could not keep what Ethan had left in it.

Pep. Pep. Pep.

White kept leaving her. Thick, then thinner, then thick again as deeper pockets of seed were forced toward the rim and spat out in wet little bursts. It ran down her cleft in clotted strings, painted the sofa, smeared the place where Daniel’s shaft was stretching her cunt. The hole that had held Ethan all morning was being emptied in front of him, pulse by pulse, while Bella moaned into her husband’s mouth.

Ethan stroked faster.

The sadness sat behind his ribs like a stone. This was the woman who had treated him like a little brother. The one who smiled at him shy in the kitchen. He had filled her. He had thought that meant something.

Now he watched Daniel take it back. Every thrust drove his brother’s hips into her ass and punched another rope of Ethan’s own cum out of that loose, puffy hole. He saw it clearly—the rim flaring, the white knot shooting free, slapping onto the sofa like something she was finished with. Waste. His load, fucked out of the place he had just claimed.

She clung to Daniel. She made those soft, loving sounds she had never quite given him. She would let Ethan bury himself in her ass until she was full, but she would never say she loved him.

The two things sat in him at once. Grief, and a filthy heat that would not go down. Watching the woman he wanted get wrecked on her husband’s cock, watching his seed leave her body in hard wet bursts she did not even look at—it made his cock swell until it ached, so hard it felt ready to split. He stroked faster anyway, eyes fixed on the hole that kept spitting him out.

Daniel drove in and stayed.

Bella broke first. Her whole body went tight. A high, thin cry left her.

“oh.... ohhh....Daniel....ah... I love you—”

Her cunt clamped. At the same instant Ethan’s breath broke in the doorway. Daniel groaned into her mouth and came with her. Three bodies hit the edge together.

Bella’s legs slipped off Daniel’s shoulders and fell open to either side, limp, twitching. He gathered her up, sat back on his heels, and held her in his lap while his cock kicked inside her. Thick pulses painted her womb—hot, heavy, a new load packing the place Ethan had never reached.

Her orgasm was still rolling through her when her eyes found the doorway.

She stiffened.

Ethan was there. Cock in his fist. Coming.

His whole body jerked. Shoulders hunched, thighs locked, the thick shaft in his hand kicking so hard the head punched against his palm. He tried to catch it. His fist closed over the tip too late. White spilled between his fingers anyway, ran down his knuckles, and dripped to the floor in slow, sad strings he could not stop.

Bella watched his face. The look in his eyes was raw and small—the boy who had loved her since they were young, watching the woman he wanted finish on her husband’s cock. He had stood in the doorway and stroked himself through every thrust, through every rope of his own cum that Daniel had fucked back out of her ass. Now this was all he got. A handful. A mess on the tile.

His cock stayed brutally hard even as it spent. It twitched in his grip, swollen, angry, still pointing at her. The last drops slid off his fingers and hit the floor with a soft, wasted sound.

They looked at each other.

Her pussy kept fluttering around Daniel. Aftershocks jerked her hips in tiny helpless twitches. Ethan’s hand did not stop. His green eyes were dark and miserable and hungry all at once. Bella’s lips parted. A flush climbed her throat that had nothing to do with being fucked.