Screwing my husband’s younger brother

Cara’s Pov

“Wear this for the camping trip,”

I smirked, picking up the lace panties admiring the soft texture. But that wasn’t what caught my attention, it was the fact that the part that is meant to cover my crotch had a tiny pocket.

I knew what it was without even touching it. And with eagerness, I pulled the panties on, eager for what the car ride would bring.

I spent the rest of the morning packing the things we would need for a two-night camp experience. My body was trembling with anticipation, waiting for when I would feel the slow hum as the vibrator would come to life.

Kent was exploring, and I was enjoying this new side of him. I couldn’t help but wonder if the night we had spent fucking and talking about his brother had something to do with that.

“Ready?” he called out, walking into the kitchen with a mischievous smile on his face. You look stunning,” he muttered, wrapping his hand around me as he placed a kiss on my lips.

I could already feel the wetness pooling between my