The words "Stick that deep up my hole" isn't what I was expecting to hear when I returned home early from work. Especially as it was my husband saying it out loud. I wasn't expecting to see a motor cycle on our drive either. A motor cycle I knew belonged to my brother. After all he and my husband had fought only weeks before.

Climbing the stairs with my mind spinning, I tried to tell myself he was fucking another woman and tried to fool myself my brothers predisposition for fucking men, wasn't why his motor cycle was out front.

One brief look into our bedroom, told me I was being an idiot to think otherwise.

On our bed, my husband knelt naked facing the headboard, behind him also naked was my older brother and he was driving his very large, very thick cock up my husband's asshole. And by the look and sounds of it, both men were thoroughly enjoying every thrust.

I'm no shrinking violet, nor am I someone who would usually put up with a cheating husband and brother. Yet within seconds of watching them fuck, I was totally enthralled with the sight of the two men having what looked like amazing sex.

Every sound and every move from both of them was real and so very sexualized. I knew they'd argued and fought over sexuality, yet there they were enjoying one another's bodies and to me it seemed perfect. I'm not sure why, still not sure why. Yet all the same I stood and watched from my vantage point and grew more and more turned on as each thrust of my brothers cock entered my husband rear.

Five, ten, whatever time it was I stood there, I cannot remember being so horny from just watching sex. Then with a loud cry, I saw my husband shaking and knew he'd cum. My brother renewed his efforts, fucking my husband with longer deeper harder strokes and wham, arching his back he came up my husband's asshole. Just as they collapsed on the bed, I ducked out of the way and left our home.

It was half an hour later I re-entered the house we'd bought together, but not before texting my husband to say I was coming home early. They lied to me, saying my brother had called round to apologize for the fight, but the smell of sex was very much still in the air.

They both knew I knew, yet I still didn't say anything. I didn't even when I was in our bedroom only a little later and saw the cum stains on the bed sheet. My husband said he'd had an accident, but I knew better and didn't press the matter. Neither did I stop him at bed time from going down on me, and giving some of the most powerful orgasms I can ever remember having.

It's been nearly two months since I caught them fucking, and I know for certain they've had sex again, and again. Our sex life hasn't suffered in the least. If anything it's become more rough and ready, which I like. I want to confront my husband and let him know I know. And thinking this through over the past two months, I also want to tell him and my brother I won't deny them what they obviously want from each other.

But how do you approach men and let them know you understand they're gay/bisexual, when they are so firmly in their public lives, in the closet ???.