[CasualVoyeur]

It was a Sunday. I know that because a game was on. Randy and I had spoken little about what we had done, and I had wondered if he had remorse. Any question about that was answered as he looked from me to Jen's sleeping form beside me; "did she take one?".

"Yeah, pretty sure" I told him. Actually I was really sure. I was paying attention.

Jen's shirt and bra came up. It was obvious that Randy had been thinking about this, and was not going to waste an opportunity. He got his phone, and took pictures of her laid out exposed. We had been drinking most of the day, and it was quickly evident that Randy's inhibitions had dropped when his pants did. He took pictures of his penis on Jen's big tits, and on her lips. Seizing on his idea, I grabbed my phone and started taking pictures of Randy defiling my young, sleeping wife. Jen's long legs sprawled out of her shorts. Randy looked to me for permission. I nodded tensely. Randy took his time working the shorts and underwear down and off of her feet, both of us braced to see if this was the level that would cause Jen so stir. Her breathing remained rhythmic, and she showed no sign of awareness to what was happening.

Jen is stunning naked. She is tall, with long, shapely legs. Her breasts are out sized on a slender torso. She is a natural blond, pale skin with smatterings of freckles in interesting places. She is proud of her looks, works hard at it and could be considered a spa queen. At the time her flat stomach lead down to perfectly smooth waxed labia. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck" Randy muttered, gazing at her now completely naked on her back on the couch. I too was overcome with the imagery. The comatose Jen looked like the perfect pale doll laying naked before Randy; an ageing, sweating overweight pervert of a brother-in-law looming over her helpless, sprawled figure. His penis jutted stiffly toward her; a thin shaft with a mushroom head that looked too big for it. I wanted pictures of this, and I found myself sounding like a porn director.

"Put it in her moth, I'll get a pic" I hissed. Randy carefully pried open her jaw, pushing the mushroom past her lips and teeth. I got the picture.

"Between her legs" I encouraged. I got the pictures. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest, and chills ran my spine.

"Ultimate trophy pic" I urged him, "get one with it in her".

Randy hesitated, it appeared I had found his limit. "How?" he whispered.

I shrugged. "Get between her legs". We were whispering like kids.

Randy hesitated a moment more, but then moved down the couch and opened Jen's long legs. He knelt between them and looked hard into her face. We both did. No change in breathing. Randy lowered the mushroom on a stick to the neat crease between Jen's legs and pushed carefully. The labia folded inward under the pressure, but the dry shaft failed to penetrate. Randy pulled back, spit in his hand and slicked the head and shaft with the saliva. This time when he moved forward the prominent mushroom quickly slid out of sight into my sleeping wife.

It was like a bullet tore through me. I had never felt such a thrill. The imagery combined with the sheer wrongness of the act was a rush unlike any I had ever felt. Randy had paused with his cock head just inside Jen's married parts, studying her face for any sign of trouble. Seeing none, Randy looked at me, his breath jagged huffs. I nodded, probably breathing the same, and took pictures as Randy slowly pushed the unusually bulbous head of his prick as far into my wife as he could get it. I reeled at the imagery. My pretty wife lay peacefully sprawled on the couch. The heavy, older brother-in-law she despises propped over her carefully, his hairy pelvis pressed into her, his pervy member buried as deep into her as he could get it. Randy appeared frozen; gazing at her pretty sleeping face, appearing to let the experience wash over him.

"Oh shit" randy hissed, and reared back. "Shit shit shit, I'm sorry" he husked as jizz spewed from his pulsing dick and into the air. Jizz landed on Jen, on the couch, and onto the throw. Randy managed to control the last of the discharges into Jen's shorts. He looked panicked. "I think I got some in her" her whispered in dread. "Fuck man, I'm sorry".

If I thought seeing Randy in my wife was a rush, nothing had prepared me for the rush I felt realizing he had just cum inside her. Sure enough, Jen's vagina remained slack from the recent invasion, and a glisten of semen could just be seen inside her as the canal closed up.

I assured Randy that it was cool, she was on birth control, but we were now both kind of in a panic. How long had we let this go? How long was she going to be out? With hushed voices and careful movements we cleaned up the evidence, with the exception of what was in her, and carried her to the bedroom. Dressed in her PJ's we put her under the covers and double checked everything we could think of for evidence of what had happened. When finally satisfied that none existed, we retired to bed. I did not sleep well.

I was up with Jen and made coffee. She was dressed in casual business attire that can never really hide the bombshell body underneath. As was normal for the time, her pretty blue eyes were tired, but otherwise nothing seemed unusual and she was not demanding any answers for strange dreams. Every time I looked at her I felt the thrill of knowing that she was carrying Randy's seed in her and was none-the-wiser.

Randy was up shortly after Jen left, which was not the norm. He was nervous, and apologized again for not being more careful. I told him it was cool, and asked how he was with what had happened otherwise. He paused before answering, then told me "I know that was wrong, but FUCK!..."

"Yeah" I replied. "I know. So, what would you think about dumping your whole load in her next time...?"