The phone call came in like a lightning bolt, jolting me from my number crunching on various types of rocket fuel. I didn't like getting personal calls at work, and I was already on edge. My phone screen read 'Lisa', but the voice I heard trembling in my ear belonged to Janet. My heart leaped. Janet was the love of my life, and my sweet, seductive sister-in-law. Her voice gave me an immediate throbbing hard-on, followed by guilt and a soul-searing desire to hold her in my arms... where she belonged.

Her words were a mix of passion and desperation, and I felt them in every cell of my body. "Todd, I need you," she whispered, the urgency in her tone cutting through the sterility and monotony of my chief engineer's office. "I can't keep doing this, baby... hiding, sneaking around like frightened animals," she pleaded.

I knew exactly what she meant. Our love was something that we had never thought all the way through at first. It was now a secret that we had to hide, a secret we had to keep from fucking Jerry, her husband, my brother. He was the man who I had always considered the biggest asshole on the planet, and now, he was the biggest obstacle to my happiness.

"I know, baby doll," I replied, my voice thick with lust and frustration. "But what the fuck can we do? We can't just make him disappear. I can't just kill the fucker!"

Her sigh washed over me, and I felt a weight pressing down on my shoulders. "No, we can't kill him," she conceded, "but I can't go on like this. Every time I look at him, all I see is you. Every time he touches me, I feel like I'm cheating on you."

That tore into my heart. I loved that woman. The last thing on this earth that I wanted to do was to make her feel pain. In my mind’s eye, I could picture her bouncing up and down, impaling herself on my dick, her face filled with joy. And now this! I wanted to scream. How long could I take this shit? How long could she take it?

But she wasn't finished yet. "Todd, I've been thinking," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "What if we could get him out of the picture... without... you know..."

"Without what?" I shot back impatiently.

Her silence lasted too long, killing my soul. "Without killing him or knocking the shit out of him, I mean," she said, her voice softer than the flutter of a butterfly's wings. "What if we could just... make him go away?"

"Jerry? Go away? He's a dipstick, Janet. He’s not going away! There is no kind of man who would just walk away from you!" I cried out.

Her response was swift, like the slap of a wet fish. "Not like that, you idiot. What if we could find a way that would make him want to leave? Like, leave us alone? We could be together without the guilt, without the sneaking around. I want to scream our love out to the world!"

"I can't picture it, baby. If he walks away from you, he goes from the penthouse to the outhouse. You are every man's dream. If he walks away from you, he'll be paying for pussy the rest of his life! That's a long, hard fall! He'll never let go of you," I said with my voice rising.

"Todd, you're so naive. Men leave for all sorts of reasons," she said, her voice now a gentle caress. "What if he found someone else? Someone who doesn't make him feel like a third wheel in his own marriage. Also, like you've told me several times, he's a natural cuck. Maybe we should show him what a hapless, helpless cuck he is!"

"Jesus, Janet! That's some wicked shit you're talking. I've had a few weird adventures in my life, but cuck my brother? To his face?" I asked incredulously.

"Fuck Jerry! Fuck him," she shouted into the phone. “I'm tired of that fucker! He won't shut up! He never shuts up! And he can't fuck me the way you do, baby. If he tries to fuck me again, I swear to god, I'll puke right in his ugly face!"

"Janet, calm down, baby," I said in a feeble attempt to handle her.

But she was in no mood to be handled. "Calm down?" she snapped back, "You're the one who said he's a natural cuck. And now, you're worried about his fucking feelings? His fucking precious fee-fees? Fuck Jerry! He's the one who's been fucking my sweet pussy while I'm thinking of you!"

The heat from her words burned a hole in my heart, burning away my doubt. Janet had a point. Jerry had been living on borrowed time, and he was a real doofus… a born cuck. So why not just push him in that direction? All of a sudden, the idea of that pig-headed fucker watching me prong his sweet wife seemed like what we engineers call an "elegant solution."

"So, Janet, role reversal time! You have to be the engineer on this one. Tell me the setup," I responded eagerly.

"It's simple, baby," she purred, her voice so soft and sexy that I wanted to lose my load right there in the office. "We're going to have a little surprise party for him. You know, to really show him that you're the new man of the house. He can sit in the corner and watch us and eat popcorn like the needle-dick he is!"

Then I said, "You set up the whole deal, baby! Seeing is believing. Let's make him believe! Fuck Jerry! I want him to know that his wife belongs to me!"

My heart was racing at the thought of it, my cock straining against my pants. The idea of Janet orchestrating a plan to reveal our affair to Jerry and watching him squirm had me drunk with enthusiasm. If Janet thought this could work, then it just might.

"Set it up, baby. You're the boss!" I said like a coach in a half-time locker room!

The call came to a close with a vow to make it happen. We had a plan. Janet would arrange a surprise for Jerry, one that would knock him on his ass and show him what a cuck he really was. I could feel the anticipation building in me like a pressure cooker set to blow. The thought of seeing the look on his face as he realized that I had been poleaxing his wife's sweet pussy behind his back was too delicious to resist.

The hours ticked by like days, each one dragging its feet, as the big night approached. Time seemed like it was being measured by those drooping clocks in that weird Dali painting. I couldn't concentrate on my spreadsheets. I was snappish with everyone around me. All I could think about was Janet, her kiss, her ass, and her body!

At lunch with my crew, I imagined her writhing in ecstasy as I pounded her, her nails digging into my back as she climaxed over and over again. And Jerry, my brother, the man I had to thank for this delicious opportunity, would be right there to watch the show. “I hope he cries,” I said to myself.

When the big evening finally arrived, my nerves started to unravel. My palms were slick with anticipation. I had never felt so alive and so powerful at the same time. I was about to show my doofus brother what a real man felt like, and I was going to do it with his own wife, the woman he loved but had never had the emotional capacity and the manhood to really appreciate. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I drove to Janet's and Jerry's house, my cock swelling with each passing mile. “Let’s go, Jerry,” I muttered to myself. O Brother, Where Art Thou?

As I walked through the door, the air was thick with a scent that could make a saint swear. The sweet bouquet of Janet filled the room, making it hard to breathe and even harder to keep my hands to myself. She was standing there in only a pair of heels! That's all she was wearing, dude! I couldn’t speak!

She looked at me with a devilish smile that meant business, and my heart skipped a beat. At that moment, I was glad I wasn't Jerry! Who would want to lose a woman like this one? The room was lit with candles, and Barry White was crooning in the background. It was a scene straight out of my wildest dreams.

The lyrics of that classic filled the room as Janet's eyes locked onto mine, her pupils dilated with want and need. The clock on the wall read 5:15, and we knew that Jerry would be home soon. The anticipation was unbearable, like a spring waiting to snap. We didn't have much time, but we had enough.

Janet knew he would come through the door at 5:30. So we started fucking at 5:15, our bodies entwined on Jerry's favorite spot, his plush sofa, her legs wrapped around me like a vice as I drove into her with the abandon of a man who had been denied for too goddam long!

Her nails dug into my back, leaving trails of fire. Each thrust was a declaration of war against Jerry, a battle cry to the husband who was about to walk into a scene that would make him realize just how small a man he was compared to the man who was drilling his wife.

Her moans grew louder, echoing through the house, and I knew she was digging it. Recently, we had been so careful, always sneaking around, always worried about getting caught. But now, with the clock ticking down, there was energy in the air that made us feel like the gods of fucking. We were about to give the performance of our lives.

Then, like a scene from a porno written by a sadistic director, the door swung open. In walked Jerry, my brother, ever the unsuspecting doofus, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a look of pure shock on his face. His eyes bulged like a cartoon character's, and for a split second, I felt a tiny twinge of guilt. Very tiny. But it was Janet's scream that shattered the silence, a scream that was a mix of pleasure and surprise, and oh, what a surprise it was!

"J-J-Jerry!" she gasped, her body spasming around me as she came, the orgasm ripping through her like a tornado through a trailer park. I couldn't help but smile, my face buried in her neck, feeling the sweet victory of this ultimate sin. But the real show was just getting started.

Jerry stood in the doorway, gasping, the bouquet of flowers dropping to the floor with a thump like they were a metaphor for his life. His eyes darted to Janet's face, flushed with passion, and then to my hairy ass, pumping into her like it was my job and I need a raise! I pulled back to look him in the eye, my dick still deep inside his pretty wife, and gave him a wink. "Hey, bro," I said casually, as if I weren’t fucking his woman like she was my personal blow-up doll.

"Don't say shit, Jerry!" Janet screamed! Go sit in the corner and don't speak. You're gonna see how a real man can work your wife over, and you're gonna see me love it! You can't fuck me like this, stupid shrimp-dick, motherfucker!!"

I started plowing into her again, my hips moving faster and faster, the slap-slap-slap of our flesh filling the room with the sounds of pure need. Janet's eyes rolled back in her head as she threw her head back, her throat emitting a scream of ecstasy that shot a thrill through me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet!

"My God, your cock’s so goddam big. See how big it is, Jerry! It fills me up! You never filled me up! You never made me feel like this!" she cried. Her nails dug into the leather of Jerry's couch as I fucked her hard, really hard, my cock plunging mercilessly into the center of her wetness.

Then came the waterworks! Jerry started crying. Fucking dude had no shame. Just boo-hooing like a bitch!

"Too late for that shit, midget-dick!" Janet shouted. "Just watch! His cock's so big and he always makes me come so many times! Loser! Fuck! Shit! Oh my God! Right there, baby. Fuck me! Use me! Hit that shit! Oh, Jerry, this is gooood!"

Jerry hit his knees. "Please, Janet! Please, baby! You don't mean this! I'll do anything, no matter what, to have you back. He doesn't love you like I love you. I'm your husband, Janet! Please," he wailed.

"Look at you! Down there begging while I'm getting crammed full of dick! Crammed full of dick by your brother, Jerry! If only your mother could see this! She warned me! Even your mama thought you were a piece of shit! Oh, sweet Jesus, Todd’s dick feels so good in me, Jerry!"

Jerry was crying again, snot bubbling out of his nose like a bitch who'd had her ass stomped in a catfight. Janet leaned closer, her breath hot in my ear, "You're going to make him watch, aren't you?" she whispered. I nodded, my cock thumping in agreement. "Yes, baby, ‘Jerry the crying cunt’ is going to watch every fucking second of this!"

Then we changed positions, with Janet getting on all fours, facing Jerry, her ass in the air like it was part of the fucking Macy's Thanksgiving parade. I slapped it hard, watching Jerry flinch.

She was begging me now, begging me to fill her up, begging me to show Jerry what she really needed. And I was more than happy to oblige.

By that time, she was chanting, "Slap that ass, Daddy! Slap it good. It's your ass, Daddy! You can do whatever you want to it! I never let Jerry slap my ass!" My sweet, sweet, gentle Janet had a fucking ginormous cruel streak! I made a mental note to stay on her good side.

Then I took a moment to appreciate the view: Janet's perfect, round ass, waving in the candlelight like a victory flag. I lined up my cock, still slick with her juices, and pushed into her from behind. The way she took me in was like a prayer, a silent plea for more, more, more! What a woman!

I had never known a woman who could take it up the ass like Janet could! And I gave it to her. I gave it to her hot and hard. “Wreck my ass, baby,” she screamed. Each thrust was punctuated by the sound of our bodies slapping together, our rhythm setting a tempo that Jerry's pathetic sobs couldn't affect.

As I felt my orgasm building, I could see Jerry on his knees, his face a mask of pain and humiliation. Janet, bless her heart, took that moment to look at him with a smile that was both triumphant and cruel. "You see this, Jerry?" she asked, her voice a purr that sent chills down my spine. "This is what a real man does to his woman. This is what I've been missing ever since I met you!" And with that, she pushed back into me, taking every inch of my cock into her tight, hot, beautiful ass.

Her asshole was clenched around me like a fist, her walls tightening and releasing in waves of pure pleasure. "Oh, fuck my ass, Todd! Yes, like that! Yes! Fuck! Fuck!" Janet's words were ecstatic as she took my humongous cock all the way up her ass. She threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed over. Her moans were a mix of pain and pleasure, each one more intense than the last. She was truly digging it, dude! She was lost in a world where the only thing that mattered was the dick that was filling the hole Jerry had never explored.

Jerry was frozen in place, his mouth hanging open like he was a fucking goldfish. I knew he was watching every second of it, his micro-dick probably shrinking by the second. "You like that, Janet?" I grunted, my hips slamming into her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She nodded, her eyes never leaving Jerry's, a smug look on her face. "You like getting fucked in the ass by your sweet loving brother-in-law while your stupid husband watches?" I cried out.

Her voice was a mix of pleasure and spite, and it only made me want to fuck her harder. "Oh, god, yes!" she moaned, her voice muffled by the sofa cushion. "It's so much bigger than yours, Jerry! It feels like heaven in my ass! Of course, it's Todd's ass now!"

Jerry's whimpers grew louder, his face a soggy mess of snot and tears. "But Janet, baby, I love you," he whined, his voice cracking. Janet just cackled, a sound that sent shivers through my core. "Love? This is what your love produced, Jerry. I'm getting fucked like a ten-dollar whore while you watch!" she spat back, her words filled with bitch scorn. "You don't know the first thing about love, Jerry. Or fucking! You never did. You make me sick!"

And with that, she pushed back against me with a ferocity that took us both by surprise. I felt my cock swell, my balls tighten, and I knew it was time. "I'm gonna cum in your ass, baby," I grunted. "You're gonna love it!"

Janet's eyes grew wide with excitement, and she nodded, her mouth open in a silent scream. "Do it, Todd!" she begged. "Show Jerry who's the boss!"

I grabbed Janet's hips and pulled her back into me, slamming into her with everything I had. She was tight around me, so fucking tight, like a vice that was about to break. And when I did come, it was like fucking Vesuvius! "Fuck, Janet! Take it, baby! Take it all!" I shouted, my cum filling her up as she spasmed around me. We were both screaming now, our obscenities filling the room.

"Yesss, baby! Fuck me harder!" she screamed at me!

"You're a fucking slut, Janet!" I roared. "A beautiful, perfect slut!"

As the waves of pleasure crashed over us, we collapsed onto the couch, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Janet's face was buried in the pillow, her ass still in the air, her body quivering from the aftershocks of our explosive ass-fucking. I pulled out of her, my cock glistening, and I watched as Jerry, still kneeling on the floor, looked on with a mix of horror and fascination. "It's over, Jerry," I said, my voice calm but my heart racing. "It's been over for a long time. Your wife is my woman now. Now get out of this house and don't come back, asshole!"

Still sobbing from his broken heart, Jerry rose to his feet and left.

He never ever came back.