A Night With My Husband's Brother

Laura”s Pov.

“You little slutty barren. All you ever do is bring shame and embarrassment to our family,” my mother in-laws' words echoed in my head as I gulped the third cup of whiskey down my throat, complied with the sounds of loud music from the speakers close to my ear, my head and eyes felt heavy with grief.

The past fourteen months of being married to the Harrison family have been a never-ending nightmare. Every day came with its own bag of sorrow.

 I thought marrying into one of the wealthy and influential families in California would bring me security and happiness, but it's been the exact opposite. My mother-in-law, Amanda Harrison, has made it her mission to make my life a living hell.

I took another swig of whiskey, feeling the burn all the way down my throat. I was trying to numb the pain, but it was no use. The words still stung, still echoed in my mind like a cruel mantra.

“Slow down, Laura. You have a husband to go back home to, remember?” from my blurred vision, I stared at Bella faintly.

“He is off to his mother's office for some business talk as usual,” I muttered, my eyes closing, acting to the effects of the alcohol.

Bella exhaled softly. “If he spent more time with you, you probably would have been pregnant by now, and his mother will take a break from haunting you.”

I smiled inwardly at Bella's words; if only she knew, if only they all knew, if only the whole world knew that Ethan, my husband, was gay, and he married me to keep his real sexuality hidden.

“I will get pregnant at the right time,” I mumbled to Bella, even though I knew I was going back home to my dildos and vibrators like I had been doing for the past fourteen months.

“The party is about to start right now,” Bella whispered to me, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

I simply nodded and gulped another cup of whiskey. I wanted nothing but highness and drunkenness, the kind of intoxication that would take me out of the feeling of my current situation. 

I drank until I started to feel a wave of dizziness wash over me. The room began to spin, and I felt like I was going to pass out.

I excused myself and staggered towards the restroom, desperate to ease myself and clear my head. As I reached the door, I realized I had made a mistake. This wasn't the ladies' restroom.

Drunk and pressed, I pushed open the door and stepped into a luxurious men's bathroom. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and leather. I felt a flutter in my chest as the strong scent filled my nostrils.

I raised my head and widened my drunker eyes to see the figure standing next to me. He was standing at the sink, holding his cock and dangling it slowly, when his eyes met mine in the mirror.

I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as our eyes locked. He was wearing a tailored suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and chest. His hair was dark and perfectly styled, and his smile was strong and seductive.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, the sudden attraction between us palpable. I felt like I was drowning in his eyes like I was being pulled under by a powerful force.

And then, he spoke first. “Can't you see? This is the male restroom!” He yelled, pushing his cock back into his boxers.

“I can see, and I can see that you’ve got a big cock right there,” I pointed to his manhood region.

A smirk escaped his curvy lips, but it was quickly replaced with a stare of disgust. “You should take your eyes off my private part,” he blurted.

“I stared at him blankly. “While I do that, I think we should let our private parts meet in unity,” I said seductively, walking towards him.

He stood there, gazing at me, watching my every move. I got very close to him, and our breath kissed each other.

“I don't fuck whores,” he snapped, shoving me away.

“I'm not a whore, I'm just a horny, sexually starved woman,” I said softly, looking at my finger to be sure I was wearing that mother fucker wedding ring.

He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to process what I had just said, and then he chuckled, licking his lower lips. “Women barely admit that they want sex. There is something about you,” he said slowly, his eyes fixed on me.

“I'm not special, I'm just horny,” I confessed shamelessly, slowly running my fingers in his beard.

“I see,” he gently placed his right hand under my chin and planted a deep kiss inside my mouth.

Instantly, my whole body electrified. I grabbed his head and kissed him even harder.

His warm tongue kept thrusting my mouth slowly, exploding the pleasure bomb in my head and driving me to the world of ecstasy.

Every worry, every care, every painful memory seemed to fade away as he wrapped his hand traced down to my breast and I couldn't bring myself to resist him, I surrendered myself to his intoxicating touch. 

His lips and tongue brushed against my nipples, sending sparks flying through my veins. I felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in months. The whiskey-fueled haze still lingered, but it was no match for the heady rush of sensation burning through me.

“Let's go to a room, I want to have a taste of you,” his deep and husky voice whispered into my ear.

“No…no…” I disagreed. “Fuck me here,” I whispered, struggling to overcome the feelings of guilt in my heart.

“Here? In a public restroom?” Surprise tinged in his voice.

“Yes, please,” I muttered lowly.

Slowly, he adjusted my gown and my ass fell bare on his wide palm. He grabbed and squeezed them happily.

“You are so sexy,” he whispered, carrying me up to his waist, he pushed his waist and slowly his cock filled my already wet cunt.

“Fuck! You are so tight,” he groaned,