Secrets Revealed

Secrets Revealed

A couple discovers secrets they've been hiding for years

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

Ben and Lucy were in their mid-forties, had a nineteen-year-old son, and a comfortable, solid marriage of just over twenty years.

They sat on their back patio enjoying glasses of wine and the sunset over the woods behind their house. Ben went back inside to use the bathroom, and when he came back out, he asked his wife, "Did you and your friend Jill have a falling out?"

Relaxed from a glass and a half of wine, the question didn't strike her as odd right away, and she answered, "Yeah. No big deal. I'll call her tomorrow and we'll patch things up."

"Was it something about what happened in Vegas this past weekend?" he asked.

Lucy and half a dozen of her girlfriends had driven to Las Vegas for a bachelorette party for the last of the group to get married. When Tim mentioned the Vegas trip, it pushed an alarm button in Lucy's head, and a knot instantly formed in her stomach. "Yeah," she answered a bit tentatively. Then she asked, almost not wanting to know, "How did you know?"

"What was your tiff about?" he asked, ignoring her question.

"A... a bar tab," Lucy lied as the knot grew. "She thought I owed more, and I said we had agreed to split it evenly." She swallowed hard, realizing that the only way he could know about the fight with Jill was if Jill told him. The knot in her stomach was growing into a leaden ball as she wondered what Jill had told him.

He took his phone from his pocket, and as he turned it on and opened the email he had just gotten from Jill while he was inside, he said, "She can be a pretty vindictive bitch, can't she?" He turned the phone and handed it to Lucy.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at a photo of herself on her knees giving a guy a blowjob.

"Scroll," he told her. "There's more."

In the first photo, she had been fully clothed. In the next, her blouse was open and her tits had been pulled out and were hanging over her bra. Again (or still) on her knees, she was sucking a black cock while she held onto a pair of white boners, one in each hand.

In the next photo, she was topless and had a cock buried all the way down her throat while a guy was bent over behind her pinching and pulling on her nipples.

Photo number four showed her naked and on her hands and knees on some kind of low, padded table that put her at exactly the right height for the guy behind her to stand and fuck her cunt while another in front fucked her mouth.

The last photo showed her looking up and smiling as two men jerked off on her face, which already had multiple strings of cum spread across it.

She finally turned away from the phone and, with tears running down her cheeks, she looked up at her husband, and said, "Oh, God, baby. I am so, so sorry."

He cupped her chin in his hand, kissed her lips gently, tasting the salt of her tears, and then sat down. "How long have you been cheating on me?" he asked.

The question was logical and appropriate, but his tone surprised her. He didn't seem angry; he wasn't demanding an answer. It was more like he was curious.

"I swear to God, Ben, that was the first time ever!" she answered. "I swear I have never even kissed another man since we've been married. Please believe me!"

"By my count, it was the first, second, third, fourth, and fifth time," he responded. "Were you making up for lost time? How long have you been wanting to cheat on me?"

"Oh, God, I am so, so sorry," she repeated and put her face in her hands as she sobbed. "I couldn't... I just... we were..." But nothing she could think of could possibly excuse what she had done, and she reverted back to "I am so, so sorry," one more time.

"Do you know what I thought when I saw those pictures of you sucking other men's cocks and getting fucked from the front and back at the same time?" he asked her.

"That my soon-to-be-ex-wife is a goddamned whore," she replied through sobs.

"No. I thought, Why the fuck didn't I get invited to this party?" he responded.

She blinked in surprise, spilling more tears, and after a sniff, she said, "What?"

"Your so-called friend was obviously trying to get you in a world of shit--and you certainly have some explaining to do," he said, "but what she couldn't have guessed is that those pictures gave me an instant hard-on. I have never seen anything more arousing in my life! It was like she had taken pictures of my jerk-off fantasies."

More surprised blinks and another, "What?"

"I'll explain," he said, "but you go first. Tell me about Vegas."

This was taking a turn that she could never have expected, and after a few calming breaths and wiping her tears away with her hands, she replied, "All right. I'll tell you everything. You deserve that. I certainly owe you that after what I've done. But it goes back a long way before last weekend. And if you want a divorce after I'm done, I'll give it to you--you deserve that, too."

"I seriously doubt I'll want a divorce," he said as he pushed his chair back. "I'm going to go in and pour us a couple of glasses of scotch. This is no job for mere wine. You relax and collect your thoughts because I do want to hear everything, no matter how far back it goes."

A few minutes later, he returned with two glasses of scotch, each with a single big ice cube. He handed one to her, and as he sat, he said, "Here's to honesty."

She clinked his glass, and added, "Here's to forgiveness."

She took a long sip and, after letting its burn settle her nerves a bit, she began, "I've been living a lie since I first met you at that party in college, Ben. I was instantly attracted to you because there was something about you that seemed so sweet and wholesome, so boy-next-door. You were the complete opposite of the guys I would normally want to date. When we talked, it seemed like you were actually interested in me. You weren't just angling to get me into bed. That was a big switch for me because most of the time, I'd be angling to get whatever guy I met into bed, too. I was not quite the Snow White you seemed to think you were talking to. I was hiding my true self from you then and have been ever since."

"I wasn't so naïve that I thought that someone as pretty, charming, and sexy as you was a virgin," he said. "I was sure you'd been with other guys."

"But you couldn't have guessed how many other guys," she replied. "The truth is that I didn't know how many different guys I'd fucked until that point. I was a nymphomaniac. And I don't mean that I just liked sex a lot; I had literally been diagnosed with hypersexuality disorder in high school.

"I got caught giving two guys from the football team blowjobs behind the bleachers, and one of the conditions I had to meet to keep from getting expelled was to see a shrink. I BS'd my way through the sessions, and she signed off on me being cured. All she did was to make me much more careful about where I sucked cock. It didn't slow me down at all. I remained just as obsessed with sex as I ever was. Maybe more so, because talking to someone about it actually made me more horny. After some of the sessions with her, I'd go into the ladies' room in the building and frig my pussy to an orgasm to relieve myself."

She took another sip, let it burn its way into her extremities, blew out a long breath, and went on, "And then came you. Prince Charming. Mr. Right. The boy next door all rolled into one. Talking with you that night made me realize--far more than the shrink ever did--how fucked up my life was. I had no priorities except to get laid as often as possible. I suddenly saw myself as a wrinkled old broad sitting on a barstool in some dive giving blowjobs in exchange for drinks." She gestured to her surroundings and finished, "You made me want all of this. You made me want to be a normal person."

Ben took a sip of his own drink, and said, "You've done a hell of a job of compartmentalizing. Twenty-plus years we've been together, and I never guessed you were an actual card-carrying nympho. Oh, it was obvious you liked sex from our third date on, but I thought I was just the luckiest guy in the world, not a notch on your bedpost."

"Ben, from that third date when you let me give you a blowjob, I knew you were different," she said. "With every other guy I'd been with, that would have happened on the first date, and they would have grabbed my head, fucked my mouth, and tried to shove their cock down my throat. But you let me give you pleasure rather than trying to take it. I'd never fucked a gentleman before.

"And then when you took me into your bed and you made genuine love to me, I knew I wanted to spend my life with you," she went on. "You didn't just fuck me to get your rocks off; you made sure I was enjoying everything as much as you seemed to be. You kissed me, you played with my tits, and you ate my pussy to bring me pleasure before you ever tried to put your dick in me. That was a first for me, and I didn't want that feeling of being loved--emotionally and physically--to ever end."

He tapped his phone and woke it up to show the photo of his wife completely naked on a table with a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy, and asked, "What changed? Did somebody up there slip a date-rape pill into your drink?"

She knew she could jump on that as an excuse, but she realized that she had to stop living the lie she'd forced herself to endure for so long. "No," she answered. "Oh, there was alcohol involved, but I wasn't drunk; I knew what I was doing."

She took another sip of her drink and went on, "We had hired some male escorts as entertainment for Cindy's party. They were damned good-looking and put on a hell of a strip show. They were even better looking naked and with hard-ons." She looked Ben in the eyes, and said, "Ben, those were the first live cocks I had seen other than yours since that third date, and that's the God's honest truth. Please believe me."

"I do," he said and then sipped his drink. "Go on."

"One of the guys was dancing right in front of Cindy, waving and bouncing his dick around a foot in front of her face," Lucy continued. "We were all telling her to go for it. To have a last fling. That what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. When she leaned forward and took his big, beautiful cock in her mouth I damn near came in my pants. It was like a wrecking ball had slammed into that wall I'd so carefully built and maintained.

"Once Cindy broke the ice, a couple of the other women indulged, and when this unrealistically-handsome black guy with abs like a washboard and a nine-inch cock stood in front of me, I couldn't hold myself back. When I took that fat, squishy cock-head in my mouth and swirled my tongue all over it, that wrecking ball demolished the wall and the nympho slut I'd had locked up came roaring out." She took another swallow of scotch and added, "Ben, if you can forgive me, I promise it will never ever happen again. I swear. I'll control myself like I did for the past twenty years."

"And just how did you manage to control yourself for those twenty years?" he asked. "How did you keep your nympho-slut self in check?"

"I masturbated--a lot," she told him. "Almost every time I took a shower, I had my fingers in my pussy. Sometimes I'd use the handle of the squeegee as a dildo and fuck myself. Other times when I was alone, I'd lie on the bed and use my cock-shaped dildos. Sometimes I'd have one stuffed up my pussy and be sucking on another one. I would even give myself a three-way sometimes remembering the gang-bangs I had before I met you."

Lucy was finding it to be surprisingly cathartic to be talking about this; to finally be able to open up about her long-buried secret. She also found it arousing. Her pussy was humming in her shorts, and she shifted in her seat to try to give it some hands-free attention.

Ben's dick was stiff in his pants, as well. "Is that what you used to get yourself aroused?" he asked her. "The memories of your wild days?"

"Sometimes," she answered. "But I have a lot of fantasies, too. Other times I'd watch some Internet porn while I got off."

"Very interesting," he said. "I do believe you, I do forgive you, and I love you more than ever right now." He swallowed the last of his scotch, blew out a long breath, and said, "Now, as promised and in the interest of full disclosure, I guess I owe you my story.

"I was not quite the Prince Charming you seemed to think when we met. Up until I met you that night, all I thought about with any girl I came across was I wonder if she'll fuck me. You, too, seemed so sweet and wholesome as we talked. As I said, I was hardly naïve enough to think that you were a virgin, but it suddenly occurred to me that someone like you is who I should be looking for. Someone that I had to buy dinner for. Someone who waited for the third date before they had sex. Someone who would want to make love, not just fuck."

He went on, "You talked about that third-date blowjob you gave me. It was glorious, but I had everything I could do to not grab your head and fuck your sucking mouth. And if I had, I'd have tried to shove my cock down your throat, too. But somehow, I just knew you weren't that kind of girl. We might work up to that, but not on the third date. If I were going to win you over, I knew I had to be that gentleman lover you mentioned, not the whore-hound I really was."

Her mouth hung open for a moment, and then she said, "You are shitting me!"

"Nope," he said. "I never saw a shrink about it, but if I had, I know I'd have been diagnosed as a nymphomaniac too, or whatever the male version of that is called. From the very first time I squirted a load of cum through the air while jerking off in the shower when I was a kid, my whole focus in life was sex. I couldn't wait to get laid the first time, but in the meantime, I jerked off just about every day. Back then, Internet porn was pay-per-view, and I didn't have a credit card, so I collected men's magazines from anyplace I could find one and used those as jerk-off material."

He continued, "The first time I got to stick my dick in a pussy, I damn-near lost my mind. I couldn't get enough after that and fucked anyone that I could talk into it. I was insatiable. And then I met you. The girl next door. Doris Day. Someone I'd be proud to introduce to my parents, not someone I'd have to hide from them."

Lucy laughed and said, "Doris Day? More like Linda Lovelace!"

He laughed, too, and said, "And I was more like Harry Reams in reality. I even had the mustache back then. I'm glad we both decided to hide our true selves that night, or we probably would have had a great fuck session and gone our separate, sexually-deviant ways."

"Yeah, but twenty-three years to figure it out?" she said. "That's been some damned good acting and hiding on both of our parts!"

"And a lot of fantasies that we've leaned on to get by," he said. "I think we should share them. Tell me one of your masturbation fantasies, and then I'll tell you one of mine."

Shocked but thrilled at the turn this had taken, she shook her empty glass, clinking the ice cube, and said, "I'm going to need a refill if we're going go down this path."

A few minutes later, he returned with two fresh drinks, and after a sip, she began, "I have this one fantasy where I'm all tied up, ropes wound around my arms and across my chest, squeezing my tits. I'm on my knees with my face in a pillow, and I'm getting my ass whipped."

"I have noticed that you like to get your ass spanked, "he interrupted her.

"Oh, not spanked," she said. "This fantasy has me getting my ass whipped with a leather belt until it's glowing red. And what makes this fantasy super-strong for me is that it's based on reality."

"Do tell!" he said after a sip of his drink.

"This guy--an older guy at the time--about our age now, asked if I wanted to get kinky one night. I said sure, so he took an extension cord or something and tied my hands behind my back while I was still fully dressed. Then he opened my blouse and shoved it down my arms. I stood there while he pinched and pulled on my nipples and slapped my tits. I was surprised as shit at how wet his abuse made my pussy.

"Then he pulled my pants down but not off, and made me lie across this big hassock. I watched him as he got undressed, and his boner was stiff as a pipe when it sprang free. It was also about eight inches long. Not real fat, though, which probably made it look even longer. Anyway, I figured he just wanted to fuck me doggy-style but wanted to feel all in control. Boy, was I wrong!

"Before he tossed his pants aside, he pulled the belt from its loops and went around behind me," she continued after a sip of her scotch. "He doubled the belt and bought it down one of my ass-cheeks pretty hard. I screamed and tried to pull my ass away from him, but lying over the hassock, there was no place I could go, and without my hands free, I couldn't even get up.

"Then he brought his belt down on my other cheek just as hard. But by the time he did, a crazy switch had been thrown in my head, and the streak of pain across my first ass-cheek had sent a bolt of lightning right into my cunt. The second smack lit it on frigging fire. He laid several more slaps across both my cheeks, crisscrossing them in all directions, before he moved around in front of me again. His dick was so engorged it was almost red, and his knob was soaked with his pre-cum."

"I know the feeling!" Ben said as he shifted in his chair and rubbed the erection in his pants.

"I know! Right?" she said as she rubbed her crotch. "So, anyway, then he un-doubled the belt and reaching over me, he continued to whip my burning ass with it," she went on. "It wasn't hitting me as hard as before, but my ass was so raw that even the lighter smack kept sending jolts deep inside my cunt. Then he stuck his dick in my mouth and started to fuck me while he whipped. Then, he took a fistful of my hair with his free hand and drove his cock all the way down my throat, and I had a spontaneous orgasm, sending what felt like a gallon of cunt-juice down my legs and into my pants.

"He must have picked up on that because he pulled out of my mouth, went back behind me, and shoved his stiff cock into my drenched pussy. He pounded his dick into me hard as hell and drew another orgasm out of me. I heard him start to grunt and figured he was going to cum deep inside me, but he pulled out, ran around in front of me and jerked off a massive load of hot cum all over my face. I opened my mouth to catch some, but he directed his squirts everywhere but my mouth. That triggered yet another orgasm for me.

"He caught his breath looking down at me for a moment and then just walked away. A minute later, I heard the shower, and for the next twenty minutes, I just lay there tied up with cum drying on my face and the pain in my ass settling into a glowing burn.

"When he came back--wearing pajama bottoms--he got me to my feet, untied me, said, 'Thank you for an enjoyable evening,' then he walked back to his bedroom and closed the door. I pulled my clothes back on, used a dishtowel to wipe my face, and left."

"Not very gentlemanly of him," Ben said, shifting again to get his boner more comfortable.

"It's why I was so attracted to good-boy you," she said. "That happened like three days before I met you, so it was still fresh in my mind." She rubbed her crotch through her shorts, and said, "Now you. Tell me one of your jerk-off fantasies."

"Okay. But first..." he said as he stood up. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his shorts down, freeing his boner. He kicked his pants to the side and added, "I need to get comfortable if this is going to go on very long."

She laughed, and as she stood and pushed her shorts down, she said, "Agreed! But no touching, okay? I wouldn't last thirty seconds if I stuck a finger in my pussy right now."

"I accept your challenge!" he said as he sat back down. He took a swallow of scotch and began, "So, one of my hottest and probably most deviant fantasies is to watch you get fucked by another guy... or two. That's why those Vegas pictures turned me on so much. Fuck! I wish I could have been there!"

She sipped her drink, then said, "You should ask Jill to send you others. I'm sure she took more than those. But back to your fantasy. How is it I end up with a guy or two fucking me while you watch?"

"That part varies," he said. "It could be at a beach resort where you take a cabaña-boy back to our room and fuck his young brains out. It might be a pizza delivery guy that you tip with a blowjob that escalates into fucking on the kitchen table. In one version, I bring a customer home from the office and you entertain him so I can win a big account. But the one constant in any of my fantasy scenarios about you getting fucked by another guy is that I end up sucking your pussy-juice off the guy's dick after he's had it up your wet cunt."

"Really?" she said. "Have you sucked cock before?"

"No, sadly," he said. "But God, I'm curious about it! That started with the second girl who ever gave me a blowjob. The first one I really had to talk into taking my dick in her mouth, and it was obvious she didn't like it. But Sally McNeil would rather have sucked cock than fuck, and she was oh so good at it! The second or third time we went out, and while she was bobbing on my cock and stroking it at the same time, it occurred to me that she really liked what she was doing; it wasn't about giving me pleasure; she loved sucking cock. Then I began to wonder if I was missing out on something.

He went on, "I had had a few guy-guy-girl three-ways and even an orgy or two, but this was back in the day when if a guy sucked cock he was branded as queer. Bisexuality wasn't as accepted as it is now. And people didn't wear their sexuality on their sleeves like they do now, either. So, I kept my curiosity to myself, fantasized, and jerked off. Then, of course, I met sweet and innocent you, and I knew my chances of ever satisfying my bi-curiosity were over. I promised you--and myself--that I would never cheat on you, and I never have and never will. And cheating on you with another guy would have been a double-offense."

She smiled and said, "I read somewhere once that it's not cheating if it's with the same sex."

He chuckled and replied, "Probably Comso. It sounds like something they'd print." He thought for a moment, and then asked, "Have you ever non-cheated with another woman?"

"No," she answered. "Same as you. I've taken my marriage vows 100% seriously.

"Have you ever been temped?" He asked.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she answered with a laugh. "There is this young thing in HR at work with the most gorgeous, tight ass! I would eat that kid's pussy in a heartbeat! How about you?"

"No one specific like that," he answered. "I'll see a good-looking guy and think, I could suck that guy's cock. He took another sip of scotch and added, "The closest I've come to satisfying my curiosity is that I've sucked on that suction-cup rubber dildo you have while I've jerked off.

"In my fantasies, you make me suck your lover's cocks, by the way," he went on. "I think that might be a throwback to that queer-branding thing. Being forced to do it would have been different than volunteering."

"Oh, I make you my little cuckold?" she said with a smile.

"A willing cuckold," he replied. "I would totally want to do it. But having you make me clean their sloppy boners with my mouth after they've fucked you right in front of me is just icing on the cake for them and you."

She shifted in her seat again and rubbed her thighs together as she said, "Oh, it would be! I had plenty of three-ways back in the day, but only one where the two guys sucked each other's cocks. I was surprised at first--that queer-branding you talked about--but these guys were anything but gay. They fucked the living shit out of me! But when I saw how much they were into sucking each other's dick between rounds with me, I found it hot as hell!"

He flexed his dick-muscle and got a long ooze of pre-cum to run down his erection. "This deviant secret-sharing is quite liberating," he said. "And arousing as hell! Your turn, again. Tell me the most perverse fantasy you have while you frig your pussy to a glorious orgasm."

She hesitated a moment, then said, "It's pretty deviant. It involves Bobby's friends." Bobby was their handsome and athletic nineteen-year-old son. "Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Fuck yes!" he answered. "Does Bobby get involved, too?"

"In some versions, he jerks off while he watches his friends fuck me," she replied.

He took a sip of his drink, shifted in his chair to get comfortable with his wet boner sticking up, and said, "Okay. Start at the beginning and don't leave out any details!"

She, too, took a sip and then began, "So, it's a nice sunny day and I've been outside working on my tan. I'm wearing that little yellow bikini and I have the top off so I won't get any tan-lines. I'm lying on my belly when I hear, 'Hi, Mrs. T. Is Bobby home?'

"I'm startled, and I look to see four of his friends standing there. They came in through the side gate and I didn't hear them. I tell them he's not home and that they should come back in an hour or so, but Rick says, 'Oh, that's okay. We don't mind waiting,' and they pull chairs over and sit down all around me.

"They all start complimenting me on how beautiful I am and how nice my body is, and I'm kind of getting aroused by the attention of these handsome young men. Then I look over at Rick, and he has his dick out through his fly and he's stroking it. His boldness really gets my pussy wet, so I roll onto my side so he can see my naked tits. Thirty seconds later, all four of them have their cocks out and are staring down at my tits while they stroke them.

"I stand up and say, 'Let's take this indoors.' As we walk, two of them untie the little bows at the sides of my bikini bottoms, and I'm bare-ass naked by the time we reach the kitchen. Rick--the obvious ringleader--pushes me to my knees, and tells me, 'Suck on my cock, Mrs. T! Show us what a hot MILF you are!'

"Again, his brazen boldness is such a turn on that I engulf his boner and start bobbing on it while the others gather around. They've all stripped naked, and when Rick gets his clothes off, I'm surrounded by four gorgeous young men who take turns fucking my mouth and passing me back and forth like a cheap whore. As they use me for their pleasure, I have my fingers jabbing in my pussy and I cum time after time."

"Oh, shit!" Ben said as he flexed his boner again and got it to drool some more. He desperately wanted to grab it and start jerking off, but Lucy's "no touching" rule was actually kind of a fun challenge.

"So, when does Bobby enter the picture?" Ben asked.

"That's actually a slightly different version of my young-stud gang-bang fantasy--and there are many versions," she replied. "I'll tell you, but it's your turn." Looking through the glass-top table at her husband's boner, she added, "Tell me one of your fantasies and get my pussy leaking the way your dick is."

"I don't have quite the imagination that you have," he began. "My jerk-off fantasies are usually inspired by some porn video I've watched, and when I replay it in my mind in the shower with a fistful of soapy cock, I insert you into one of the parts. There's one that actually starts out in the shower. How you got there, I have no idea, but you and this beautiful black woman are washing every inch of each other's bodies, then you embrace and slip-slide together as you kiss under the falling water.

"You get out and don't even bother to towel off; you just head straight for the bed, soaking wet. You kiss, you fondle and suck each other's tits, you scissor your pussies together and take turns licking one another's squeaky-clean assholes-- I did make that part up. Then you get in a 69 and you devour each other's pussies at the same time. When you cum, you sit upright and grind your pussy into her face and damn near drown her with your huge orgasm. That's about the time I blow my own load."

"I like it!" Lucy said as she spread her legs to show her hubby how wet her pussy was. "So where are you while this black goddess and I are eating pussy?" she asked.

"Oh, I'm just a fly on the wall enjoying the show," he answered. "The fly with the big hard-on!"

He flexed his dick again, and as it oozed more pre-cum, he said, "You know, I'll bet that if you tell me that gang-bang fantasy with Bobby, you could make me cum without me even touching my dick. I haven't blown a hands-free orgasm since I was a kid, and still having wet dreams."

She laughed and said, "I haven't had a spontaneous orgasm in a long time, either. Challenge accepted! I'm going right to the hardcore stuff this time."

Ben chuckled and said, "If blowing four of Bobby's friends in the kitchen was soft-core, I can hardly wait!"

"The boys get a lot more aggressive with me in this fantasy," she said. "And Bobby is the ringleader this time. So, it starts out sort of the same, with me in my yellow bikini sunbathing topless. Bobby and his friends come out through the house, and Bobby says to his buddies, 'See? I told you she was a goddamned cock tease! She's always walking around the house in her underwear, trying to give me a hard-on. I even told her I was coming back here with you guys, so what does she do? She lays out here half fucking naked to give us all boners.'

"I'm shocked at being so blatantly confronted, but what he said is true. In that fantasy-version of myself, I am a cock-tease. His assertive, demeaning language is actually a strange turn-on for me, and the fact that I can see five bulges in the boys' pants has my pussy tingling.

"Then he tells me, 'Stand up, Mom! Let us all get a good look at your tits!' His forcefulness excites me, and I do as I'm told. I stand, and when I feel five sets of hungry youthful eyes boring in on my naked tits, my pussy leaks. Then he tells two of his buddies, 'Take her bikini bottom off. Let's see the whole MILF package.' They pull the bows at the sides and slide it out from between my legs, leaving me standing there bare-ass naked with five young studs ogling every inch of my body. I am so frigging turned on I can hardly stand it!'

"I know the feeling!" Ben joked as he flexed his boner under the table.

She squirmed around a bit on her chair with her legs spread wide, enjoying the feeling of the cool air on her drenched, overheated pussy.

She went on with her fantasy, "So, Bobby picks up my bikini top from the chair where I'd tossed it, and he tells his friends to bring me inside. They take my arms and march me indoors. I'd have gone willingly in a heartbeat, but that they're forcing me just stokes the deviant coals that are burning up inside my cunt.

In the kitchen, Bobby hands the bikini top to one of his buddies and tells him to tie my hands behind my back. Then he tells me, 'Get on your knees, Mom!' As I do, he's pulling his pants down low enough to get his cock and balls out over the top. I'm focused on him, but I notice that the others have done the same thing and are all gathered around me. My pussy is on frigging fire at this point."

"You mean in the fantasy or here and now?" Ben asked.

Lucy laughed and answered, "Both! And when I'm playing this fantasy in my head, I'm on our bed with my toys next to me, but just like now, I avoid touching myself, getting a good, strong build-up going."

After a sip of her drink, she continued, "So anyway, Bobby tells his friends to hold my head, and all of a sudden there's half a dozen hands on me holding me still as if I might try to pull away. Fat fucking chance of that! Then he commands me, "Open up, Mom! Time to suck the cock you've been teasing for so long! Time to show us all what a true MILF you are!"

"One of the hands pulls my chin down to open my mouth. It's not necessary, of course, but the thrill of being tied up and forced to suck my own son's cock in front of all of his buddies is beyond anything I could have imagined.

"Bobby steps forward and sticks his dick in my mouth, and I close my lips around it and suck while I swirl my tongue over his cock-head. Then, with his friends holding me still, he starts to fuck my mouth as they cheer him on.

"Do you deep-throat, Mom?" Bobby taunts me. "Huh? Does Dad shove his cock down your throat while you're giving him a blowjob?" Then he grabs my hair and rocks his hips and drives his boner down my throat until his pubic hair is up my nose.

"There are hands squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples, and then I feel a hand reach in between my legs from behind and rub my pussy. 'I think she likes sucking her son's cock," the kid says, 'her pussy is frigging drenched!' Then he shoves two fingers up into me and starts jabbing my cunt-hole and slapping my pussy-lips.

"My whole body shudders, and I gurgle some noise around Bobby's cock as my cunt erupts all over the kid's hand. Apparently, that's a trigger for Bobby, and I feel his cock start to throb in my throat, squirting cut into my guts. Then he pulls out and he jerks off the second half of his orgasm in my face. I feel like such a complete slut, and I can't wait for all of his friends to take their turns fucking my mouth and blowing their loads all over me."

"Oh, fuck!" Ben groaned as he shoved his chair back. "Get up and come over here, quick! Kiss me! My boner is ready to fucking blow!"

She leaned over and kissed him hard while keeping an eye on his twitching cock. He sucked on her mouth and her tongue and then began fucking her lips with his tongue as a muffled moan emanated from his throat and a small geyser of cum shot up from his dick. It wasn't as powerful as if he'd been jerking off, but it felt even more intense. The few follow-on spurts felt just as glorious.

Lucy watched her husband's cock throb and then send a squirt of cum into the air. It fell across his leg, and as a few more lesser-squirts came out of his pee-hole and ran down his dick, she moaned into his mouth as her cunt constricted on its own and her pussy gushed a small torrent of hot pussy-juice down her legs.

She stood, lip-locked with her husband, and let a couple more waves of orgasm run through her cunt before she staggered back and sat down heavily in her chair.

"Holy fuck!" Ben said as his wilting dick settled into the puddle of cum between his legs. He drained his scotch and then said, "I can't figure out what about all this is the most arousing. That hand-free orgasm was incredible, but hearing your hot, domination, incest fantasy about our own son is what made it so incredible. And finding out, after all these years, that you're a card-carrying nympho wife who sucks strange cock in Vegas and has those kinds of fantasies while she frigs her pussy is pretty much a dream come true for a died-in-the-wool pervert like me."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Quite an evening of revelations. I'll have to send Jill a nice thank-you note." She finished her drink, as well, and asked, "So, where do we go from here?"

"Into the bedroom where I tie you up and slap your cheating slut-ass and make you tell me the rest of your incestuous gang-bang fantasy before I fuck you silly."

She chuckled and said, "I like that in the short-term, but I was talking about our sex life from now on. There's no putting all this back in the box."

"I wouldn't want to if we could!" he replied. "But to be totally honest, I'm kind of glad that it took so long for all of this to come out. If we'd let our perversions run wild-and-free when we started dating, we probably never would have gotten married. Now, here we are, financially secure and in a loving relationship with each other that's solid enough to tolerate and accept our deviant thoughts and fantasies."

"Do they stay just thoughts and fantasies that we share to give each other orgasms?" Lucy asked. "Or do we expand our sex life to include other people?"

"You mean like going to Vegas to suck and fuck strange guys?" he replied. "Seems that horse is already out of the barn."

"And lucky for us that Jill took pictures and that she's such a bitch, or we wouldn't be discussing this," Lucy answered with a little chuckle. "But no, what I'm talking about is maybe finding a swingers club to join."

"That's a good idea," he said. "My mind had us going to one of those anything-goes hedonistic resorts on a Caribbean island. But all of that is further into the future. Right now, I'm looking forward to hearing about your gang-bang with Bobby and his buddies. The hands-free orgasm you just caused was great, but it hardly drained my balls." He flexed his dick-muscle, and his re-inflating, semi-hard cock bounced up and down. "And it barely hit the pause button on my arousal."

They stood up to go inside, and Lucy took her napkin to wipe her pussy-juice from her crotch, legs, and ass.

"Don't," Ben told her. "I like the smell and the nastiness of you being soaked. I'm not going to clean up either. This will be a lot like sloppy seconds."

"Is that another of your fantasies about me?" she asked as they headed for the door.

"Hell, yes!" he said. "The thought of sticking my dick into your just-fucked cunt all lubed up with some other guy's fresh cum is a frequently-used fantasy."

Inside, he told her, "Go in the bedroom and strip the bed down to the sheet. Then take the rest of your clothes off and stand by the bed. Don't touch yourself; just wait for me. There's a little matter of punishment for cheating on me that's yet to be addressed."

As she stood next to the bed, naked and already smelling of stale sex, she felt more aroused than she had in a long time. Having crashed through all of the barriers that she and Ben had erected and maintained for so many years was even more freeing than busting loose and blowing strange men in Vegas had been.

When Ben came into the room, his dick was only half-hard, but as soon as he saw his wife's naked form as she stood there submissively waiting for him, and he inhaled the smell of her pussy-juice as it dried between her legs, his cock was instantly rock hard again.

"Turn around," he told her. "Put your hands behind your back."

In one hand, he held a coil of rope that he had obviously gotten from his detour to the garage. In his other hand was the inch-and-a-half wide black leather belt that he had slid for his discarded pants. A shiver ran through her body as she dutifully turned around.

He wound the rope around her wrists several turns, knotted it, and then put a couple of coils around her elbows. He then wrapped it across her chest, pulling it up tightly under her tits, making them lift and stick out. He cut the rope with a knife and tied the end off behind her.

"Now, bend over and put your face on the bed," he instructed her.

With her naked ass out, her arms bound, and her head down, her pussy tingled at her vulnerable position and the uncharacteristic dominance of her husband.

"We'll get to your perverted fantasy about fucking your own son and his friends in a little bit, but first I want you to tell me about Vegas." He drew his belt lightly across both of her ass-cheeks, and asked, "How many strange cocks did you suck up there?"

"Four," she answered. "I think."

"Well, we'll start with that," he said as he brought the belt across her right cheek. He didn't hit her any harder than he had ever spanked her, but that had always been with his hand. The firmness and the narrowness of the belt concentrated the same force into a smaller area, and the sharp line of pain caused Lucy to jump and involuntarily pull away. I second later, however, that streak of searing pain sent an equally-intense shot into the depths of her cunt.

"Oh, fuck!" she groaned into the sheet as she stuck her ass back out for a smack on her other cheek.

"That's for one of them," he said. "This is for number two."

She readied herself for the belt to land on her left cheek, but he laid across the same already-red spot on her right. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" she screamed into the bed sheet. Again, she pulled away, letting her knees buckle and dropping her trussed body onto the bed. She had not felt that level of pain in her ass in many years. Ben slapped her ass with his hand pretty hard sometimes, but this transported her back to her wayward youth and the dirty old man who showed her what pain/pleasure was all about. And the elevated level of pleasure quickly matched the pain, lighting her pussy on fire and making it leak.

"Get your slut ass back up here!" he commanded her. "We've only addressed two of your lovers, so far. Or more correctly, two of your fuckers because you were hardly making love with them, were you?"

"No," she answered meekly as she straightened her legs and put her ass back in its punishment position.

"No. You were being a cheating whore with them, weren't you?" he said as he brought the belt down on her unmolested left cheek.

She growled into the sheet and as the new sting amplified the buzz already humming in her pussy, she answered defiantly, "Yes! I was a whore for them! I let them fuck me any way they wanted and I loved every one of their hard cocks!"

"Spread your legs!" he told her. When she did, he said, "Well, it looks like confession must be good for the soul... or at least your pussy. You are soaking fucking wet from just talking about being a whore for a bunch of strange men."

She was a little afraid that he was going to whack her pussy with the belt, but she needn't have been. He knew her pussy would be way too sensitive for that kind of abuse. But that didn't mean he was going to ignore it.

He laid the belt along the crack of her ass and between her legs. Then, holding one end under her belly and the other above her ass, he pulled it taut against her drenched pussy-lips and began sliding it back and forth.

"Holy fuck!" she groaned into the sheet as he slowly drew the coarse side of the rough-hewn leather over her inflamed pussy. It was a feeling she had never experienced even in her wild-child days.

Then, suddenly, the belt was gone. While her mind was still pondering how incredible it felt to have her pussy-lips sandpapered, the belt landed again on her left cheek, right on top of the other still-burning line it had left earlier.

"Fuck!" she screamed at the surprise, the pain, and the glorious shot that it sent deep into her cunt.

"There," he said as he tossed the belt on the bed. "Four hard smacks for four hard cocks. Have we learned our lesson about sneaking off to Vegas to be a cheating slut-wife whore?"

"Yes!" she said as the pain from the welts across her ass settled to glowing burns that still fed her pussy.

"And what have we learned?" he taunted her as he drew his fingernails across the red marks on her right cheek.

"That the next time I go to Vegas with my friends to suck strange cock and get my horny slut-wife cunt fucked I invite my perverted hubby to watch!" she answered.

"Exactly!" he said. He then dropped to his knees and pushed his face between his wife's legs, latching onto her dripping pussy, sucking at her engorged lips, and rubbing his tongue against her swollen clit.

"Oh, shit, yes, baby!" she groaned. "Make me cum! Make my burning, nympho pussy cum right in your face! I promise I'll never fuck around again unless you're there to watch!"

He pulled his face away just enough to reply, "Just watch?"

"Fuck no!" she answered. "I'll want your hard cock in one of my slut-wife holes, too!"

"Good answer," he said and then shoved a finger up her cunt. He moved his face away from her pussy to her left cheek and began drawing his teeth across her tender red marks while jabbing up her cunt-hole hard and fast, slapping her soaked pussy-lips with each jab.

"Oh, shit, baby!" she responded as her cunt contracted and the first wave of her orgasm gushed out to soak his slapping hand. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" she cried into the sheet as he beat her pussy, pulling wave after glorious wave of steaming pussy-juice from deep inside her.

If Ben had not had an orgasm out on the patio a short while before, he would probably have blown one as he finger-fucked his tied-up wife to one of her own. It was certainly percolating, but he wanted an even bigger build-up before he let his next one go. It would most likely be his last of the night. He hadn't managed a three-fer in years.

As Lucy's long orgasm finally ran its course, she relaxed her legs and flopped down on her belly on the bed. After catching her breath, she said, "Isn't it time that you use me like one of those strangers up in Vegas did? Which hole do you want? Mouth, pussy, or ass?"

"Oh, I'm going to fuck your tight little slut-wife ass, sweetheart," she said in a taunting tone, "but not until you tell me the rest of your gang-bang fantasy with Bobby."

With his stiff dick bouncing and drooling pre-cum, he helped Lucy up onto the bed the rest of the way. Still tied from the waist up, he pushed two pillows under her belly to get her ass up in the air. Then he took the rope and tied her legs together at the ankles and wound coils all the way up her thighs. Only her red-streaked ass was left unfettered.

He sat down, cross-legged, in front of her, belt in hand, and said, "Now, where did we leave off with your nasty incest fantasy? Oh, yes! You're naked and on your knees in the kitchen with five young cocks surrounding you. Your son has just throat-fucked you until he came down your throat and then pulled out and blew half of his load on your face. Is that about right?"

"You forgot the kid who had his fingers jabbing into my wet cunt-hole, making me cum," she said, amazed that she could already feel another orgasm churning as she closed her eyes and transported herself into her lurid fantasy. Of course, being tied up and helpless, still feeling the burn of a leather-belt punishment in both ass-cheeks, smelling and feeling her cum drying, and being able to turn her head and see her husband's erect cock, glistening with his pre-cum might have been contributing factors, as well.

"Ah, yes," he said. "My mistake. Do go on." As he spoke, he flopped the belt lazily from over his shoulder, landing its end on top of one of her upturned welts. It hit with hardly any more force than gravity pulling it down, but it lit off a spark in her tender ass that went straight to her pussy.

"Mmm!" she purred into the sheet, enjoying the continued-but-scaled-back attention on her ass. Considering that her husband had never smacked her ass with anything other than his hand before, he was proving to be quite imaginative and adept at using the belt. It made her wonder how many other kinky facets he had that she'd been missing out on all these years. Obviously, incestuous, gang-bang, domination sex fantasies was one of them, so she went on.

"So, with my face dripping with Bobby's cum, they start turning my head back and forth and fucking my mouth. A couple of them try putting their dicks down my throat, but they don't know what they're doing, and they go too slow, which triggers my gag-reflex and makes my whole body lurch. Apparently, that's a turn-on for Bobby, and he says to his buddies, 'Yeah! Make her gag on your cocks!' Then he added, 'But don't cum, any of you! Save that for a little later.' He obviously likes being in control of his friends, not just me."

Ben commented, "I'd never really seen Bobby as the dominating type, but I like your fantasy version of him." He flopped the belt onto her other ass-cheek and told her, "Go on."

She waited for the belt's little sting to burrow its way to her pussy, and then continued, "So, after they each have two or three turns fucking my mouth, pulling on my nipples, and jabbing fingers up my cunt, Bobby tells them, 'Get your clothes off. It's time for the real MILF party to start.' I look over and see that Bobby is already naked and has been slowly stroking his boner while he watched his buddies use his mother like a whore. As I kneel there watching the other four boys strip, and I get to see their lean, gorgeous bodies, I've never been more horny or hungry for cock in my life! If I could have made Bobby stop, I wouldn't have. I couldn't wait to find out what he had in mind for the real MILF party."

"Me neither!" Ben said as he flexed his dick muscle to pump out another drool of pre-cum. "How the hell long do you make this fantasy last, anyway? I'm lucky to last five minutes when I start jerking off."

"Oh, I can make it last a half-hour or more lying on the bed using my fingers and toys like the boys are using me in my head," she answered. "I don't even count the number of times I make myself cum."

"Lucky you!" he said. "Sorry to have interrupted," he added and then dropped the belt onto her ass-cheek again. "Please go on. I believe the real MILF party was about to begin."

"So, they march me into the living room, they untie my wrists, and Bobby tells them to put me on the couch with my knees on the cushions, my head over the back, and my naked ass sticking out. He has them stretch my arms out along the back and tells two of them to hold me there.

"Then he walks up behind me and lands a hard slap on my ass. 'Does my MILF mom want to get fucked by the cocks she's been teasing for so long?' he says. He slaps my other cheek and demands, "Tell us, Mom! Tell us that you want to feel each and every one of our hard cocks up your slut-mom cunt! Tell us!"

"'Oh, shit!' I groan as the slaps send their tingle to my pussy and his domination blows away any pretence I had left of being a good mom or a faithful wife. All I want is cock! 'Yes! Yes! I want you all to fuck me! My cunt is on frigging fire and it needs a cock! Lots of cocks! Fuck my mouth, too! Spit-roast me and blow your hot cum all over my body!'"

"He smacks both of my cheeks again and taunts, 'Well, since you asked so nicely,' and then he shoves his fat cock up my cunt in one hard push, going balls-deep while he holds my hips. 'Oh, fuck!' I yell. 'Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck your mother's horny slut cunt!' He jabs his dick into me two or three times, then he pulls out, slaps my ass again, and says, 'Who's next? Who else wants to fuck my cock-teasing mom's cunt?'

"There's a chorus of 'Me!, I do!, and Fuck yes!' Then Bobby sets up a circle-fuck. He stands back, slowly stroking his dick--which is now wet with my pussy-juice--and has one of his buds fuck my cunt while another is fucking my mouth. The other two are holding my arms outstretched across the back of the couch. I sure as hell don't need to be restrained, but it adds to the incredibly deviant nastiness of the situation to be forced to be a fuck-toy for my own son and his friends.

"After about thirty seconds, Bobby--always in charge--tells them to switch, and they rotate clockwise, going from holding an arm to fucking me in my mouth or pussy. After a couple of switches, the kid fucking my mouth--which includes shoving his young cock down my throat--says he's getting ready to cum. Bobby tells him to blow his load on my face. While he splatters my face with a huge load of hot cum, the guy in my cunt groans that he's ready, too.

"Bobby tells him, 'Pull out and squirt your splooge on her pucker! She's going to need all the lube she can get back there when I fuck her up the ass.' As his buddy jerks off and I feel the hot jism hitting my sphincter and running down over my pussy, Bobby leans down close to my ear, and taunts, 'Do you do anal, Mom? Huh? Do you let Dad stick his cock up your ass?"

"'No! He's too big! It hurts too much!' I say. Which is a lie, of course, but I know it's turning him on to dominate me. 'Please! Not my ass!' I beg him.

That, of course, turns him on even more, and he hisses into my ear, 'Well, maybe you should have thought about the consequences of cock-teasing us all and making us go and jerk off while we dreamed about fucking you, Mom! And that's what I dreamt about! Fucking you up your tight little mother-I'd-like-to-fuck asshole!'

"The other two boys are ready to blow by that time," Lucy went on, "and I get another coating of jism on my face at the same time I feel more hot cum hitting my pucker. Then Bobby is behind me, and I feel his cock-head rubbing my asshole. He pushes, and my sphincter expands to accept his fat knob. It feels glorious to have my son's cock stretching my asshole, but I pretend it hurts because I'm sure that's what they're all expecting.

"I beg him to stop, but he mocks me, and says, 'It's way too late to stop now, Mom!' and he tip-fucks me four or five times. Then I feel his hands grip my hips tightly, and I know what's coming. He leans into me and drives his boner up my ass in one gloriously slow push.

"I yell like it hurts, but in reality, it feels wonderful. Then he begins to fuck my ass while all of his buddies watch and cheer him on. The total depravity of the whole thing only adds to my arousal, and my cunt erupts as his cock stretches and pounds my asshole."

"Speaking of which..." Ben said as he finally got up to take his throbbing, drooling boner around to his wife's upturned ass.

"Do you want to hear the epilogue that I just made up?" Lucy said as he stood above her. "You're in it."

"Do tell!" he replied as he picked up the bottle of lube from the nightstand.

Lucy felt the cool liquid pool in her sphincter, and she went on, "Bobby fucks my ass long and hard, and he finally blows his second load of cum deep inside me. I just lay there sprawled across the couch, limp, spent, and oh so satisfied. My face and ass are covered in the boys' cum, and I feel like a complete slut, but I love it.

"Finally catching my breath, I say to them, 'You... you boys can use me like that any time you want.'

"Bobby chuckles and says, 'Oh, we will, Mom! You're going to be our free-use MILF any time any one of us wants to fuck or wants our cock sucked!' His domination and the thought that any of his friends can just walk in and make me suck their young cocks gives my pussy yet another buzz. Then he adds, 'But for now, Mom, we're going to leave a little gift for Dad to find when he gets home.'

He has the boys march me back into the kitchen and bend me over the table with my ass hanging off one side. Then, using whatever they can find, they tie me there with my wrists tied to the tops of two legs and my ankles tied to the bottoms of the other two.

"As he and the other boys get dressed, he taunts me, 'I wonder what Dad's going to think when he sees his loving wife all covered in cum and having obviously been used as a fuck-toy. Will he leave you tied up while he calls a lawyer to file for divorce? Or will he be so turned on to discover that his wife is really a cock-hungry slut that he takes out his own cock and adds to the splooge on your face or on your ass? Maybe he'll take advantage of your position and fuck all three of your holes before he jerks off in your mouth.'

"Then I feel something on my back, and I catch the distinctive smell of a Sharpie. A moment later, each of them gives me a hard slap on my ass, and then they leave.

"I lay there for probably a half hour before you get home. I'm trying to think of how I can possibly explain this to you. I can throw Bobby under the bus and say that he and his friends raped me, but I don't want to get him in trouble, and the truth is that I liked being used by them.

"You're stunned when you walk in and see me there naked, covered in cum, and tied across the kitchen table. But then you read aloud the note they wrote on my back. It says, 'Slut Mom, MILF, and 'Thanks for a great fuck!' It's then signed by all of them, including Bobby.

"You naturally demand an explanation, but leave me tied up while I tell you the whole story. As I'm talking, you're getting more and more aroused. When I see you taking your pants off and I see your raging boner, it turns me on to think that you're okay with having a cock-hungry slut for a wife, and I start using more graphic language to tell you about your son fucking me up the ass.

"As Bobby predicted, you start by fucking my mouth and throat, then move around and shove your cock up my drenched pussy, knowing there had been five cocks there before you. Then you pull out, line up on my asshole that you know was just stretched by my son, and you shove your cock into me."

"Something like this?" Ben said as he squatted down and pushed his engorged, drooling cock-head into his wife's pucker.

"Oh, yes! Just like that!" she moaned into the sheet, finally feeling her husband's cock in her for the first time all night.

"And do I tip-fuck your tight little slut-mom asshole like this?" he mock-taunted her as he poked his knob in and out over and over.

"Fuck yes!" she hollered into the bedding.

"And then do I shove my whole fat cock up your ass like this and fuck you like your horny son did? Do I make you a slut-wife as well as a slut mom? Do I make you promise to fuck my friends whenever I want?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she groaned. "I'll be your goddamned cock-sucking slut-wife!" With her husband's fat cock stretching her asshole and rubbing the outside of her cunt, it contracted and gushed an orgasm just as he released his deep inside her.

On legs that were getting more rubbery by the second, he fucked and fucked, getting his wife's tight ring of muscle to milk every drop of cum from his balls.

Finally spent, he flopped over on the bed beside her to catch his breath. She, too, lay there catching her breath, but after a little bit, she said, "Um, you know, enjoying the afterglow with you would be easier if I wasn't all tied up."

A few moments later, she was free, and they were cuddling together on the bed.

Her head lay on his shoulder, his arm was around her, and as he gently stroked her naked tit, he waxed philosophically, "I don't know how it's possible for me to love you more than I already did, but I do. And that's not just my dick talking. All the blood's back in my brain now."

She reached over and lifted his wilted, totally spent pecker, and said with a little chuckle, "I can see that." She craned her neck to kiss him and added, "But I know what you mean. I love you even more now than when I didn't know that deep down you were nearly as deviant as I am."

"So, the question remains, what do we do now that our long-hidden secret perversions have been brought into the light of day?" he asked. "Like you said before, they ain't going back in the box!"

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