I enjoy sex with my husband’s brother

Blood is thicker than water, right? This belief was
put to the test when Judith met her husband’s
elder brother for the first time. She’d been
married to Bernard for seven years when
Kingsley returned to the country after years of
studying and working abroad. “Kingsley is a
couple of years older than Ben and it was
obvious they were very close when he finally
called at the house,” explained Judith. “They
spent time together watching football or going to
the clubs - making up for lost time.

“The brothers, in spite of their closeness, were
very different. Ben, my husband is the
aggressive type whilst Kingsley was what you
would call a real man - strong and able to handle
himself with no aggression whatsoever - no hint
of the bully his brother was. It was Ben who
helped him clinch a deal on an empty flat in our
neighbourhood and as soon as he moved in, he
visited more . frequently. It was thanks to him
that I started taking more interest in how I
looked as he was always liberal with his
compliments. He made an effort to look well
too, splashing on exotic after-shaves and wearing
sexy clothes. The admiring look in his eyes
whenever I let him in made my efforts
worthwhile. It was obvious that a sexual tension
was simmering between us even though I tried
to smother the feelings.

“One evening, I was relaxing at home when
Kingsley called unexpectedly. “Ben is not here,” I
told him as I let him in. “He’s at his office’s send-
off do for a member of staff.” “I know,” he
replied quietly, “he told me when I called him.” I
felt this crazy excitement as I looked up at him.
‘It’s you I’ve come to see,’ he continued, ‘I need
to know if you’ve realised what you’re doing to
me …’ I didn’t know what to say. But he took me
in his arms and all the pent-up emotions of the
past month erupted. As we made furious love on
the sofa, he confessed he was in love with me. I
couldn’t help telling him there was no future for
us as Ben would kill us both if he found out. My
kids would be heartbroken, devastated and
confused if we were to end up with their uncle.


“Unfortunately, no amount of sensible thoughts
could erase the love (lust more like) that had
grown between us. In the months that follows,
we contrived any excuse to be together. Ben
couldn’t care less that Kingsley and I went
shopping together or picked up the takeaway for
our weekend treats. And because I worked shifts,
it was easy to slip round to Kingsley’s flat, enjoy a
couple of blissful hours in his flat.

“Ben was so complacent it would never have
occurred to him that his brother and his wife
were both betraying him in the worst possible
way. The fact that I took more interest in my
clothes and make-up didn’t bother him.

“And then the unthinkable happened - I
discovered I was pregnant. The problem was that
Ben and I hadn’t had sex for months - he was
usually far too drunk to stay awake at night.
When I broke the news to Kingsley, his first
reaction shocked me. Pure joy shone in his eyes.
‘A baby! That’s fantastic!’ he squalled, his
imagination running away with him.. His only
child is with his British wife and she wouldn’t
even consider Kingsley bringing him. ‘At least
now we can be a real family,’ he gushed, ‘make a
fresh start and take your two boys to live with
us’.

I begged him to stop right there. ‘We’d be
outcasts,’ I told him. ‘The worst sort of cheats.
And the children would wonder why they were
living with their uncle and calling him ‘dad’. And
do you think Ben would let us live happily
together? No way! He’d see us
dead first. On and on we talked and in the end
we agreed that our hopes of a new life was ashes
before they’d even begun. So I made the
heartbreaking decision to terminate the
pregnancy before Ben suspected a thing.

“After the termination, it was an excuse for
Kingsley and I to put an end to this mad
relationship, but strangely, our shared
disappointment brought us even closer.

“It’s been months since that tragic event but
we’re still living our double lives. So, here I am
playing the role of good mum and wife whilst
Kingsley is the kind uncle the kids adore. Only,
we remain passionate, cheating lovers whenever
opportunity arises. The pregnancy would have
been a good reason to pitch my tent with
Kingsley, but that kind of taboo doesn’t even
bear thinking of - it was too scary. Now there is
no hope for us to have a happy-ever- after
ending. I’ve urged Kingsley to look for a suitable
partner so he could plan a future with a wife and
kids. He would make a wonderful husband and
father. But my pleas are half-hearted. I
genuinely love Kingsley. He is a refreshing break
from the brute I’m married to and it will break
my heart when the loving feeling eventually
ends.