The Inheritance

Charlie sat dumbfounded. He wanted to ask the executor if he heard him correctly, but the uncomfortable silence in the room told him that his mother and sister both heard the same thing. Charlie looked up at his mother- Grace maintained her gaze on the executor, expecting him to continue. She could not avoid her son's gaze, however. She looked at him and simply said "We'll talk about it later."

Charlie turned to his sister- Hannah was looking at their mother with the same dumbfounded look. She looked at Charlie with an expression that told him she was as shocked as he was.

Charlie's father had left him a hard drive with footage of his mother getting fucked by other men? Not just 'a man,' but 'men?' TWO-HUNDRED hours of footage? Father was a cuck? This image did not align with the strict, loving parents who raised Charlie and his sister. He couldn't bring himself to believe it.

The remaining proceedings went without incident. The executor asked if there were any questions- there were none. He encouraged the family to contact him right away with any questions they might have. He left the family- and the aforementioned hard drive- in the room. Charlie immediately turned to his mother.

"Is there something you wanna tell us?" he demanded.

Grace turned and faced her children.

"Let me make this clear," she began. "This started after the two of you were born. Neil was and has always been your father. I don't want there to be any doubts about that."

"So, it's true?" Hannah asked.

Grace sighed.

"Yes, it's true," she replied.

Again, Charlie was dumbfounded. He struggled to find what to say in response. Before anyone could ask 'why,' Grace continued.

"Neil had strange desires. I never understood how or why he would... be into such things. He asked me to do it. I never had any desire to betray my husband, but I did it for him because that's what he wanted."

"But even so..." Charlie started, unable to finish.

"Even so what?" Grace retorted. "Questionable or not, my husband insisted on it. Besides..."

Grace paused for a moment before continuing.

"Our bedroom had gotten cold after Hannah was born. This was the only thing that seemed to get him interested again."

Charlie couldn't believe it. What kind of man willfully gives his wife to another man? Let alone gets off from it?! His father wasn't that kind of spineless weakling, he was stronger than that! He knew he was!

"I don't know why he wanted you to have it," Grace continued. "We've kept it from you for this long. Why he decided to leave you with this is beyond me."

There was a brief silence before Hannah muttered "He wanted us to know the truth."

More silence. No one knew what else to say about it. Finally, Grace stood up.

"I'll meet you both back at the house. I'll cook dinner for us," she said.

Charlie and Hannah nodded as their mother left them in the room. Charlie picked the hard drive up from the desk where the executor left it. A whole library of his mother whoring herself out for the viewing pleasure of his cuckold father. When did his family get so twisted?

***

That evening, Charlie and Hannah ate with their mother in the dining room of their childhood home. They made small talk, making little mention of the impending funeral service, and no mention of the hard drive or its contents. After dinner, Charlie kissed his mother on the cheek and went up to his old bedroom. He booted up his laptop, fished for an old connector cable, sat in his chair, and had almost plugged the hard drive into his laptop when he heard a knock on the door. Hannah was peeking in. When she saw what he was doing, she let herself in and shut the door behind her.

"You're really gonna watch it?" she asked.

"Whatever he wanted me to see, I need to see it," Charlie said.

Charlie plugged the hard drive into his laptop and watched his screen load as Hannah stood behind him, leaning over his chair. His screen was populated by a column of thumbnails. Some were grainier than others, but many of them showed an image of his mother sitting next to a tall, dark man that Charlie did not recognize. He clicked the first thumbnail. A video opened up with a runtime of 28:47. It was dated back 30 years ago. Charlie would've been five at the time, and Hannah would've been two.

The video started with his mother- who would've been 32 at the time- sitting next to the dark stranger on the edge of a bed. He had his arm around her shoulder. She wore a pink bra and panties, and the stranger wore a pair of grey shorts.

"Hi," a voice said from behind the camera. It sounded like his father.

His mother and the man both waved at the camera.

"How are you guys feeling?" Neil asked.

"Kind of shy," Grace said. "I'm not used to a camera."

"What about you?" Neil asked the stranger. He shrugged.

"I wouldn't say nervous, but this is definitely a new experience for me. Hope you get my good side," he joked.

"What's happening here tonight?" Neil asked.

"I'm going to fuck your wife in front of you," the stranger said.

"Do you want that?" Neil asked his wife.

"If that's what you want," Grace shrugged.

"It is," Neil affirmed.

At that, the stranger stood up, holding his hand out to Grace.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Grace took the stranger's hand and let him pull her to her feet. The stranger tilted her face up towards his and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The kiss was slow, passionate, and audible. Neil circled back behind Grace as the stranger's dark hands slid across her milky skin. He slid his hands under Grace's panties and squeezed her ass while he kissed her.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Hannah asked.

"I have no idea," Charlie said. "Never seen him before in my life."

Of all the family friends and odd acquaintances over the years, this man was not one of them. Charlie racked his brains trying to recognize him, but he simply did not know him.

"Get on your knees," the stranger instructed Grace.

She obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of him. She pulled his shorts down, revealing the man's cock. It was large- the size one would expect to see in an adult film. Was the man a porn actor? A gigolo? Grace began slowly stroking the stranger's cock from the base to the glans. She then took it in her mouth, sucking half of his length. She slowly and methodically traced inch by inch with her lips. Little by little, she took it deeper, appearing to struggle as she went further down his length.

"Don't be shy," the stranger said. "I know you can do it."

At that, Grace opened her mouth wide and steadily engulfed his full length in one stride. With her nose buried in his pelvis, she held his cock in her mouth for about five seconds until she pulled away, gasping for air. Saliva trailed from her mouth to his cock.

"Good girl," the stranger praised her.

"Thank you," Grace said, half gasping.

She stroked the stranger's cock some more, and then took the full length in her mouth again, as if to prove it wasn't a fluke last time. She held the full length down her throat for another five seconds before pulling away.

"Oh my god," she gasped. Her mouth was stained with saliva and pre-cum.

The stranger chuckled.

"Let's take this to bed. Take off your clothes," the stranger ordered.

Grace stood up, wiped her mouth, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She laid her naked body on the bed. The camera remained fixated on her as she stripped and laid down. The stranger had apparently taken a step toward her when Neil finally spoke up.

"Wait, Solomon."

Grace looked at Neil. There was a pause.

"Just let me look at her for a moment," Neil said.

Neil pointed the camera at Grace's feet, and then panned up her body slowly. He captured every inch of his wife's naked body- her feet, her long, milky legs, her neatly trimmed bush, her flat tummy, her perky breasts, and finally her face. Grace gave the camera a shy smile, blushing at the attention.

"Am I beautiful?" she asked.

"The most beautiful of them all," Neil replied.

There was another pause as Grace blushed. Then, the stranger- Solomon, apparently- knelt between her legs. He met Grace's pussy with his mouth. She closed her eyes, rested her head, and began to moan in reaction to his cunnilingus. Solomon was evidently skilled with his mouth and tongue, as Grace continued to moan and began to arch her back. Neil focused the camera on her face.

"Does it feel good, honey?" Neil asked her.

"Uh-huh," she nodded with closed eyes.

The camera zoomed out to a full view of Grace as Solomon continued eating her out. Eventually, he climbed into bed with her, parted her legs, and slowly buried the full length of his cock in her pussy.

"Oh my god," Grace moaned as she was filled.

Solomon squeezed Grace's breasts as he delivered long, smooth strokes. She moaned as he worked her slowly.

"Look at me, Grace," Solomon instructed.

Grace opened her eyes, looking into Solomon's.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Do you want me to make you feel even better?"

"Yes. Please."

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

"Do you submit?"

"I submit."

Charlie felt a pinch of jealousy at his mother's words. What the hell was this man making her say? How could father have enjoyed watching his wife being wrapped around another man's finger like this? It's only for a husband to lead his wife like this, right? Surely, father could've done all this himself, right?

Solomon leaned in and kissed Grace on the lips, sliding his hands under her back. She wrapped her arms around his back and moaned into his lips as he continued grinding into her. He was in no hurry to break the kiss.

"Good girl," Solomon praised her again.

He sat upright, began rubbing her clit with his thumb, and began thrusting into her harder and faster. Her moans turned into gasps. Her mouth hung open. The bed began to creak underneath them. Solomon thumbed Grace's clit with one hand, and pinched her nipple with his other hand, grinding it between two fingers. Grace grabbed the bedsheets as he plowed her.

"Oh god!" she gasped.

The camera got a full shot of the scene, watching Solomon thrust his hips into Grace's body, rocking her with his force.

"I'm cumming!" Grace shouted.

Her legs trembled and her fists clenched around the bedsheets as her tall, dark lover fucked her to an intense orgasm. Solomon did not relent. He continued the pace, even as Grace's grip loosened and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He continued until he finally moaned himself, giving a few more hard, deep pumps and then jamming his full length inside her. He sighed with satisfaction.

"Did you cum inside her?" Neil asked.

"I did," Solomon responded.

"Can I see?"

Solomon slowly pulled out of Grace's pussy. Neil brought the camera up close, getting a view of his wife's pussy flowing with another man's cum. He zoomed the camera out to a full shot of his wife lying on the bed, undoubtably feeling the afterglow of a satisfying fuck.

"Can you hold the camera?" Neil asked.

The camera changed hands and Charlie saw his father removing his robe. Neil crawled on top of Grace and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around her husband's back and pulled him in as they kissed. Grace whispered something to Neil that Charlie had trouble hearing, but it sounded like "Give me yours too."

In response, Neil positioned between Grace's legs and entered her. Charlie cringed a bit at the thought of him entering her when another man's cum was still in there. Grace wrapped her arms around Neil's back and her legs around his waist as he ground into her. Their lovemaking was much slower and more tender than the previous show. Solomon recorded from the side.

They continued for a couple minutes until Neil moaned into Grace's lips. He stiffened as he finished inside her. She maintained her hold on him. They kissed and whispered something to each other before she finally released him, letting him roll off of her. They laid side by side, holding hands and catching their breath.

The screen froze. The video had ended.

Charlie closed the video, covered his eyes, and sighed. Hannah moved away from his chair and sat down on his bed- she had been leaning over his chair watching intently the entire time. When Charlie turned to look at her, she was staring at the floor.

"Their marriage was a fucking lie," she said.

She turned to face him.

"All those 'date nights' when they left us at Grandma's house- this is what they were doing?"

It made sense, Charlie realized. He had always known mother and father's date nights as their 'adult time' to do 'adult things.' That must've been true in more ways than he would've imagined.

Hannah continued.

"And that was only the first video! 'Two-hundred hours,' he said. God... they taught us that couples are supposed to 'love, protect, and respect' each other. Where's the respect in cucking your husband? Where's the protection in letting your wife get taken by another man? I don't- UGH!"

She facepalmed with both hands.

"I don't get it!" Hannah looked at Charlie as if asking for an explanation.

"Neither do I, but somehow it worked for them," Charlie replied. "It goes against everything they taught us, but they made it work somehow. We never would've even known if not for the hard drive."

Hannah looked at him, bewildered. He continued.

"Father had a shameful kink and that may be all there is to it, but he left me that hard drive for a reason. I'd like to think there was something he wanted me to learn from this."

"Are you really gonna watch all that footage just to learn some secret lesson?" Hannah asked.

"Hopefully, I won't have to sink too much time into this, but I'm holding on to this hard drive."

Charlie turned back to his screen, populated with thumbnails of his mother's adultery. He closed out the window.

"In any case, I think we've seen enough for one night," he said. "We've got a busy day tomorrow."

***

The next day, Charlie and his family laid his father to rest. The funeral service went as expected- people paid their final respects, shared fond memories, and shed a few tears. Charlie, Hannah, and Grace sat at the front pew inside the sanctuary, closest to Father's casket. Eventually, the casket was closed and carried away. The mourners rose and conversed among themselves as the service began to wind down.

As Charlie and his family got up, a man approached them. He was tall, dark, older, and walked with a cane in hand. He addressed Grace first.

"Hello Grace," Solomon greeted.

They hugged like two old friends who hadn't seen each other in a while.

"My condolences," he said.

"Thank you," Grace responded.

Charlie recognized his mother's lover immediately. He looked at him warily. He would not tolerate any lecherous behavior towards his mother- not here, not now. Charlie glanced at Hannah- they exchanged a knowing look, silently agreeing to take action if the man tried to make a pass at their mother.

"Sorry I haven't been in touch lately," Solomon said. "I had no idea his illness had gotten so bad. How have you been?"

"We've been holding on," Grace said. "The last few months were tough, but at least now Neil doesn't have to suffer anymore."

"Do you need anything?"

"I think I'm okay, thanks. My children have been a big help to me."

Solomon turned his attention to Charlie.

"Ah, I don't think we've met," Solomon said. He extended his hand and introduced himself.

"Solomon. Nice to meet you."

Charlie shook his hand.

"Charlie," he introduced himself.

Solomon turned his attention to Hannah and extended his hand to her.

"Nice to meet you," he greeted.

Hannah shook Solomon's hand, but said nothing.

"Your father and I go back a long way. We were roommates in college. We worked in the same building for a while. I don't think you two were around yet."

Charlie shrugged.

"We weren't, probably."

Solomon nodded.

"He was a good man and a good friend to me. I owe him a lot. Let me know if you guys need anything."

Charlie nodded. Solomon turned his attention back to Grace.

"You guys take care."

With that, Solomon took his leave. Grace turned to her children.

"Come on. Let's finish up here," she said.

***

At the end of the day, after the service finished and the mourners had left, it was just Charlie and his family at the dinner table. In spite of everything, their conversation felt less tense than the previous night, now that everything was said and done. That night, alone in his room, Charlie laid in bed processing recent events. He did not know his parents as well as he thought he did. Knowing what he knew now, he had so many questions for his father that he would never answer. What do you gain from bringing a third party into your bedroom? How does a relationship survive constant adultery? What is this thing we call 'love' if it's not exclusive to one person only?

Charlie's biggest question was for himself: Could he love a woman who's shared with other men?

He failed to find an answer to any of these questions before he drifted off to sleep.