Slut? I didn’t mean slut, did I?Before I could ponder my word choice any more, my brother shifted, and I noticed the bulge in his pants.“Never min... that,” I said quickly. “I thought since we had the house to ourselves tonight, we could try again?”“Oh, I dunno...” he said reluctantly. “I’m pretty tired.”“Please?” I asked, putting on my best puppy-dog face. “I really want to help you out, bro ... come on, I can see that you’re hard.”“Can you blame me? With what I’m looking at...”I blushed again. Not needing to be told twice, I slid in and started to fuck her wet pussy hard. Her legs were being held back at the ankles at an almost right angle allowing me deep penetration, and I was pounding away when I heard a twig snap close by. I stopped, worried, and sat back, pulling out of her pussy and sitting on my haunches, looking up. Then I saw him, a jogger. My then wife appeared to freeze, and didn’t move. He proceeded to inform us that there were some guys a little way down with a camera. My sister-in-law said are you sure you want to do this? My wife fingered herself and said see how wet I am. My sister-in-law said in that case I can let you use a bedroom and my wife goes no way, let people see what they can get.With that my wife walks out of the bathroom completely naked and says ok this is a party and I need to be fucked my husband can't service me so I need fun, who's next? My sister-in-law said it's ok she knows what she is doing. A friend of their's goes but what about her. After some days we went around and I day I proposed her and as she knew me for quite some time even she agreed. As Nisha had lot of relatives in Bangalore we were not going to hang out in city limits, in the weekend we used to go some resorts in outskirts of Bangalore, spend our whole day there and come back by evening as her father was very strict in timings. As we used to go to resorts there were lot of couples coming there and they used to take cottages and go, we never had gone to cottages.