"Sweet Little Monica would never be a cheating wife."  At least that's what the nice ladies at the church would say.  I try hard to keep up appearances.  I married my husband just after I turned 21. He is a nice, young man.  I am not certain my husband knew what he was getting himself into when he asked me to marry him. But it is not like I hid anything from him.  He knew I had fucked his brother and that I had always said I want to fuck his dad.  I had told him of that desire not long after he found out about my fucking his brother.  I just wanted to know if Daddy was hung like a horse, like I had heard. My husband is only around 5 inches, which is average, but I am anything but an average girl. I started fucking his brother after I saw him at a pool party. He was having trouble keeping it in the shorts. I found it intriguing that my husband  could be only 5 inches and his brother could so much larger. So I went out of my way to find a reason to stop by his brother's apartment and well one thing lead to another.  We have fucked several times since then, including on the way to the church for my wedding.  He offered me a ride, did you expect me to say no.  Besides I wanted my husband to taste his brother's cum on our wedding night, so he would realize this is what our marriage would be based on, me getting fucked and him getting to serve me.