I Meet Another Of Their Brothers
written by:
oppy-n-rose

This past summer, I went to work part-time at a pizzeria where I have worked every summer for the last couple of years. They usually get pretty busy during the summer, and I didn't mind putting in a couple of hours helping them out. I originally started working at the pizzeria, back when I was in high school and got to know everybody, especially the owner's sons. Back then, his oldest son whose name was Michael, used to flirt with all of the girls who were working the counter, including me. I didn't mind one bit, because I was young and horny at the time. One night, as we were closing up shop, it was just the two of us working and after shutting off the lights and locking the doors, he came on to me. Like I said, I was young and horny at the time and went right with it. He proceeded to fuck me right on the prep table in the back of the pizzeria that night and I loved it. We continued to do this off and on throughout that summer, fucking at the pizzeria, in his car whenever he would give me rides home at night and I even went to his place on a few occasions. I knew that I wasn't the only girl that he was fucking, but being so young and naïve, I didn't care. We did this until I had to stop working in order to go to college. After leaving for college, I didn't get to go back much and see anybody so that fling was over.

That was about 15 or so years ago. About three years ago, my sister-in-law picked me up and after some shopping, we decided to get a bite to eat and ended up going to the pizzeria. Surprisingly, not much had changed. It was still owned by the same guy and most of his sons, still worked for him. Everybody was obviously a bit older now, but they still recognized me from when I used to work there. Michael, definitely recognize me as he gave me a big smile when he hugged me to greet me. We all chatted for a bit and after some catching up, I noticed that they were busy, and asked how things were. The owner told me that they were pretty busy and that they didn't have enough coverage to run the counter because one of the girls had called out. At the moment, I wasn't working and offered some help if they ever needed it. The owner was very appreciative of it and asked if I would mind doing a couple hours each afternoon. We worked out a few details and I ended up going to the pizzeria for a few hours each day. I didn't mind, as I was making a little cash on the side. Naturally, the owner's sons became very friendly with me. They always went out of their way to chat with me and some of them even playfully flirted with me. It wasn't anything new, as they had done the same thing years ago when I worked there.

After a few weeks of working, and reconnecting with everyone, Michael approached me one afternoon when it was a bit slower. We chatted for a bit and he suggested grabbing a bite to eat later that evening. I thought about it and decided to accept his invitation. I knew that I had a past history with Michael and that he had recently flirted pretty heavily with me, but I didn't let that stop me from accepting. Once my shift was up, I headed home to shower and change. I told my husband that I was heading out for a bite to eat with some coworkers and that I would be home a bit later. He didn't seem to mind, as he was busy in his man cave. After throwing on some dress pants and a nice shirt, I waited for Michael to pick me up. He arrived shortly after and we were soon on our way to a restaurant where we proceeded to have a nice wonderful dinner. Naturally, he was very friendly and flirty throughout the dinner and I enjoyed every moment of it. He poured on the comments and complements, which along with some wine made me feel great. Once we were done with dinner, we headed back out to his car where he was very romantic and chivalrous. He began to drive and after a few minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of a local motel. Instead of being the good wife and telling him that I couldn't do this, I offered no resistance and followed him into the hotel room that he had rented. We spent the next several hours, rekindling and picking up where we had left off. He fucked me in every which way possible that night and really made a girl feel great.

After that evening, we got together almost once a week while I worked at the pizzeria and continued to do the same thing. On a few occasions, we rekindled our memories from inside the pizzeria. I know the whole thing was crazy, but I was certainly enjoying myself. I knew that his brothers were aware of what was going on, but surprisingly none of them really made an effort to try anything with me. They continued to flirt with me, some a bit more than usual, but never made any moves.

As the summer came to an end, and I prepared to go back to my teaching job, I had to wrap up my gig at the pizzeria. Of course, most of the guys were disappointed but they understood. As my last day came around, Mike and one of his brothers, Mario, invited to take me out to dinner, in order to celebrate a successful summer. I accepted, and had no idea as to what I should expect. A couple days later, we went out to dinner and the three of us had a great time. After dinner, Mario drove his car while Michael and I sat in the backseat kissing each other. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the parking lot of the same hotel where Michael and I had visited on several occasions. I once again offered no hesitation, and next thing I knew, I was in the hotel room between both of the brothers. It was one hell of a night, as they took turns fucking me over and over again. Surprisingly, I had no regrets and really enjoyed myself. I had so much fun, that every summer since then, I continued to go back to the pizzeria to work on a part-time basis, and continued to fuck both of the brothers. Everything we were doing was completely wrong, but they didn't seem to mind and neither did I. We were all married with families at home, but none of that mattered when we got together. It was strictly just a sexual thing. We were all having one heck of a time.

This past summer, as I have done the previous summers, I went back to work at the pizzeria. Unfortunately, this time around, Michael wasn't there. Apparently, during the winter, he decided to go join one of his cousins down in Florida, who was running a tow truck company and had decided to stay. I was a bit disappointed, as I had looked forward to our usual little fling, but I guess I would just have to settle for Mario. I worked the summer, and Mario and I got together a couple of times, but not as much as either one of us would have liked to because of our schedules outside of work. Along with work, Mario was also busy with his other brothers, because one of them, Thomas was getting married at the end of the summer. They were busy planning everything out and that added to Mario and I not having that much time to hang with each other.

As the summer came to an end, so did my fling with Mario. Along with some of the other workers, I was invited to the wedding and of course, I decided to go. A part of me was hoping to see Michael at the wedding and hopefully catch up with him a bit. On the day of the wedding, my husband and I got ready. I decided to wear a simple black cocktail dress that showed a bit of cleavage and rested just above my knees. My husband told me that I looked sexy and that made me feel pretty good. We finished getting ready and were soon on our way.

We arrived at the reception and made our way into the restaurant. I was quickly greeted by a couple of my coworkers from the pizzeria and after introducing my husband to everyone, we made our way around and mingled with everyone. We spent the next hour or so, chatting with everyone while enjoying a few cocktails as we waited for the bride and groom to arrive. I caught up with a few people and was generally enjoying myself when the bridal party finally arrived. The DJ began to play music and slowly did the introductions as everyone cheered them on. Eventually, we enjoyed a couple of appetizers before deciding to hit the dance floor. We began moving to the music and it wasn't long before the bridal party joined us. Everyone was moving around to the beat and having a great time, but as usual, my husband quickly bowed out. He wasn't much of a dancer and preferred to spend his time sitting by the bar. I was enjoying myself and wasn't about to let him stop me from having a fun night and decided to continue dancing. I ended up spending most of the next hour or so, dancing with anyone who came my way. I took turns dancing with each of the groomsmen, including Mario and his newly married brother Thomas. I was enjoying myself and in between songs, whichever one of the guys was dancing with me, would take me over and grab me a drink. I was probably enjoying myself a little too much, when it came to the alcohol, but I didn't bother to stop.

As the night wore on, I continued to dance and enjoy myself. Like I said, I was taking turns dancing with each of the groomsmen, who mostly consisted of all the groom's brothers. As I took turns dancing with them, Thomas, whom was the groom, came over and danced with me again. We danced to a couple of songs and were having fun with each other. As we got a bit closer to one another, I thought I felt his hard on rubbing against my thigh. I wasn't completely sure, but being that we were dancing so close to one another, I was pretty positive, that I had felt it. I continued dancing with him and he looked at me and said that he was having a lot of fun. I smiled, and told him that he deserved to have plenty of fun since it was his wedding night. We continued moving to the music for a bit longer, before he smirked and asked me if I wanted to take a breather and get out of there for a few. I looked over to see what my husband was doing and noticed that he was engaged in a conversation with somebody at the bar. I then looked back at Thomas, and nodded, telling him that I could use a little air. With that, we casually made our way off of the dance floor, without anyone really noticing because everyone was caught up with the dancing.

We made our way out of the restaurant and began to slowly walk through the parking lot. We didn't say anything to each other as he led the way. I wondered where we were going, but really made no attempt to ask him. Instead, I walked alongside of him as we made our way toward the back of the lot. After a minute or so, we arrived at a older Ford Mustang, which had the words just married painted on the back window. I smiled, because I remembered that most of the family loved Mustangs, and I had my fair share of experiences in his older brothers Mustang when I was younger. He quickly unlocked the doors and I got into the passenger seat as he walked around to the driver seat.

Once we were both in the car, he wasted no time in leaning over to me and planting his lips on mine. I instinctively began kissing him, as he kissed me and the two of us locked lips for quite a while. As we kissed each other, I immediately felt his hand rubbing my legs as they slowly worked their way up towards my dress. I didn't bother stopping him, as I knew full well where this was going and planned on enjoying myself. As far as I was concerned, Thomas was about to get one heckuva wedding gift from me.

We kissed each other for a while as he rubbed my thighs and then worked his hands up to my breasts, where he squeezed them through my dress. After a little fooling around, I asked him to lean his seat back and he quickly did so. Once he was laid back, I got on all fours on my seat and began to undo his pants. I knew that we didn't have a lot of time so needed to get this done quickly. I undid his pants and quickly pulled them off, along with his boxers and his hard cock quickly sprang free. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it, before lowering my mouth to it. I wrapped my lips around the tip and began to bob up and down on his cock as he laid back and enjoyed. He began to moan as he reached up and squeezed my tits through my dress. I quickly lowered the straps, and pulled the top of my dress down, allowing my tits to spring free for his enjoyment. He began squeezing them while I continued to suck his cock.

We did this for a little bit, before I sat back down on the seat and hiked up my dress. I took a quick look around to make sure that nobody was coming when I saw that the coast was clear, I reached up into my dress and slid my panties off. I then climbed over the console and straddled him. I took a hold of his cock and began rubbing it against my opening, which was now nice and wet. Slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock, allowing him to penetrate me. I began to raise and lower myself as he gripped my hips tightly, guiding me on his cock as I fucked him. I took my time, slowly fucking him first, but gradually increased my pace. Little by little, I bounced on him faster and faster, as he began to moan and tell me how great I felt. I couldn't believe that I was fucking him right here in the parking lot, in his car, on his wedding night. The best part was that I was staring at the words, just married that were painted on his back window. Obviously, neither one of us was thinking of our spouses at that moment, as we were just enjoying ourselves. I'm sure that he had wanted to fuck me for a while, especially since I had already fucked two of his brothers. Ironically, this was starting to turn into a family affair.

As I bounced up and down on his cock, he reached up and squeezed my tits tightly. I continued to fuck him harder and harder and it wasn't long before he let out a loud grunt. He exploded deep inside of me, flooding my pussy with his hot seed as I continued to ride his cock, using my pussy to milk it of every drop. Once he was done, I climbed off of him and hopped back onto the passenger seat, and began to fix my dress, as the two of us tried to catch our breaths. Once we were done dressing, we hopped out of the car and began making our way back towards the restaurant. Thankfully, there was nobody outside and know one had seen what we had done. Thomas thanked me, before deciding to go into a different entrance so that we didn't go in together. I smiled and told him that I hoped he enjoyed my gift. He said that he loved it before walking off. I made my way back into the reception and could feel Thomas's cum slowly seeping down my leg as I made my way through the restaurant. I noticed that my husband was still at the bar, engaged in his conversation and had never noticed me leave.

I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up, before heading back out onto the dance floor, where I basically picked up where I left off. I began dancing and enjoying the music. I ended up enjoying the rest of the evening and eventually my husband and I headed home where we had some great drunken sex. Little did he know that he was pumping my cum filled pussy. After that evening, I didn't get to see Thomas again as he went off on his honeymoon and I went back to work my teachers job. I was excited though, as I couldn't wait to see what next summer bought on...