My wife Carolyn and I are both in our 30s, she’s 35,
I’m 39.
Our sex life was good, I guess normal, we’d screw once
a week or so, maybe less sometimes, maybe more,
depending on how tired we were, you know how things go.
Neither of us was very happy with our bodies, Gini
got some extra weight on her ass, and I put some on my
belly, so we started going to the gym. We went to
different gyms, because she would get up early in the
morning to go to Spin class or her weight-training
class and the new high-tech gym across town, and I went
late at night to Gold’s for weightlifting and running.
After about 6 months, both of us felt a lot better,
from both dieting and exercise, and looked a lot better
too. Carolyn lost the fat and slimmed down to about
where she was when we got married, about 128 lbs with a
gorgeous slim figure, and I was at 190 and pretty
happy. We had sex a lot more, and our fantasizing
returned, with us talking about anything from group
sex, to swapping, to her cheating, anything that got us
off – none of it really serious, just bed talk.
My son is 18, and is getting ready for high school
football, so I took him to the gym with me at night to
help him get into lifting weight – not get too bulky,
just get some muscle on him. He’s pretty slim, but
strong, but not big enough to play defensive end like
he wants to.
After a few weeks of that, he wanted to get his
endurance up, so he started going with Carolyn to her
spin class in the morning. We ended up in a routine
like that, and he really liked all the workouts plus
muscle building.
The first inkling I got that anything was different was
when Carolyn came up to me after her workout (and
shower). Carson was still in his shower down the hall,
and she was in her towel, which I casually removed and
started touching her breasts, still damp and warm.
“I think Carson brushed up against me on purpose,” she
said, not really worried about it, but kind of amused.
“He was telling me earlier how good I looked for an old
lady, and a few minutes later he was brushing by me,
his arm was pushing up against my breasts, I don’t
think it was an accident,” she said.
“Well, you knows boys,” I said. “I wouldn’t have done
that to my mom, but she never looked like you do” I
laughed.
“So, you don’t think it’s a big deal?” she asked. “No,
just let it go, I doubt anything will come of it,” I
said.
A few days later, when I got home from the gym at
night, I grabbed a quick shower as usual, then jumped
in bed, eager for some good loving from Carolyn. She
helped me inside her, and as we fucked she just
casually said “Oh, Carson grabbed my ass today.” I
stopped mid-stroke. “Like, grabbed, grabbed?” I asked,
not really even knowing what I meant.
“Yes, he grabbed my ass, on purpose,” she said. I
slowly started to screw her again as she talked. “I
mean, it was no accident,” she added.
“So what did you do?” I asked as I slid my full length
down into her, my hands on her breasts.
“I just pushed him away, told him to stop, and he just
laughed,” she said, “like he didn’t really care what I
said.”
“But he did stop?” I asked. “Yes, he did,” she replied.
I slid in and out of her. “Well, I guess I should talk
with him” I said. “Oh, no, don’t bother, it’s no big
deal,” she said. “Besides, it’s not like he felt me up
or anything.”
We fucked silently after that, not really knowing what
to say, eventually we both came thinking our own
thoughts.
Carson seemed no different when he went to the gym with
me, so I let it go. A week or so later, Carolyn
mentioned that he had touched her breast just before he
got out of the car a few mornings ago. “When, a few
days ago?” I asked. “Why didn’t you say something?” I
said.
“It’s happened a few times, but I am ignoring it, I
think he’ll stop if I just pretend it didn’t happen,
you know” she said. “Okay, whatever you think” I said,
shocked that she would let him do it at all.
I asked her about it two weeks later. She hadn’t said
anything, so I figured her plan had worked. I was
wrong.
“Actually, he went under my shirt the past two days,”
she said, an odd look on her face. “He’s very curious
about a woman’s breasts, so I let him touch them, bare,
but not see them” she continued. I must have looked
shocked. “Oh, no, nothing like that, just so he’d know
what to do, you know, with a girl,” she added. “He was
a little rough, so I showed him how to be more gentle.”
She didn’t look upset at all, maybe a little amused, I
couldn’t tell.
“Were you not going to tell me?” I asked, stunned. “Oh,
I was, I just didn’t want it to be a big deal,” she
said. “I don’t want you to get all mad and embarrass
him or anything.”
I guess I wasn’t to the point where my wife being felt
up by my son wasn’t considered a big deal, and I was
going to say something, but Carolyn suddenly attacked
my cock with her mouth, and I was distracted by the
perfection of her blowjob. After cumming in her mouth,
I happily went to sleep and forgot the rest of it.
A few mornings later, I heard the garage door open,
then close. Usually this is followed very quickly by
both of them coming in, and my wife getting in her
shower, and Carson in his. This time, though, I was
awake enough to realize that about 10 minute had passed
before I heard them come in the house. I didn’t say
anything, waited for Carolyn to get out of the shower,
but she carried on like everything was normal, so I
didn’t bother. Maybe I had just fallen asleep or
something in between, I’m pretty out of it in the
morning, I admit.
The next morning was the same, 10 minutes or so after
the garage door closed, they came in. I knew it wasn’t
me this time, and resolved to do something about it the
next time.
The next morning, they left as usual for the gym, but I
set my alarm to go off about 10 minutes before they
usually got home. When it did, I put on my jeans and a
sweatshirt, and went out to the garage, where I hid in
the 3rd space, which was offset from the double-spaces
where my wife parked. I could see the entire garage
from behind some boxes, and was well-hidden by both the
shadows and quite a few boxes and bins we kept there
for storage.
A few minutes later, the garage opened, and they drove
in, closing the garage behind them. Since the garage
light went on, I saw as Carson immediately reached over
and started feeling up Carolyn’s breasts, quickly going
under her shirt with both hands. She leaned back in the
seat and allowed him to do it, letting him flip up her
shirt to expose her bare breasts as he worked them
under his hands. I was more than shocked, I was
completely speechless.
I couldn’t even grasp that it was happening, and the
next thing I see was him lean over and start sucking on
her nipples. Obviously this wasn’t the first time,
because she never jolted or moved an inch when he
started. The timer on the garage light was short, and
we were plunged into darkness when the light went out,
obscuring my view completely. Oddly, they didn’t get
out of the car right away.
When they did get out, I saw Carson adjusting his
shorts, and I figured he had gotten quite the hard-on
sucking on his mother’s perfect tits. I let them get in
the door, then snuck down the back garage stairs to the
basement, where we have a small workout room, to
pretend I was working out down there.
Don’t ask why I didn’t ask her about it, I still don’t
really know, but what I did was to hide in the same
place the next 3 days, each time they did roughly the
same thing. The one thing that changed on Friday was
when he moved from sucking her nipple to kissing her
hard on the lips, and I could tell from her reaction
that it WAS the first time for that, and she resisted a
little, but eventually let him kiss her, and responded
to it, as far as I could tell from across the garage.
He sat back in his seat and said something to her, and
she looked over, and down at him, I was guessing at his
package, which was probably bulging in his shorts. She
said something back, and I think she reached over, but
I couldn’t tell. The light went out again, and this
time I waited at least 5 more minutes before they got
out. Carson’s hard-on was evident in his shorts, and
once again I snuck to the basement before being found
out.
Saturday is my sleep-in day – the family knows not to
wake me until at least 9am. Since Carolyn’s class is at
6am, I knew that they would be aware that they had a
lot of time before I would be getting up – except that
I was up at 6:30, and I fixed the garage light timer so
it would stay on until you shut it off by hand.
They predictably rolled in at about 7am, and this time
she immediately pulled up her own shirt, as he quickly
sucked her nipples, and I saw her mouth open up in the
way she does when I am fingering her, and I realized
that she was, indeed, being touched in that way, and
when he moved up to kiss her, she kissed him hard back,
and his arm was obviously moving between her legs,
though I couldn’t see that low.
They continued that for at least 15 minutes, when he
suddenly stopped, and leaned back in his seat. Carolyn
reached over, and with the light still on, I could see
her moving her arm up and down as she must have been
stroking him (although I couldn’t see, there isn’t much
else she could have been doing).
His eyes were closed as she did it, and while I was
surprised when she leaned over and put her head in his
lap, I wasn’t all that shocked, which was odd, because
I was seeing my wife doing something that I don’t think
she’s done with any other guy in almost 20 years –
sucking cock. Well, I guess she could have been fixing
his shorts with her teeth, but other than that, yeah,
sucking cock.
It didn’t last long, I would guess it was more like HE
didn’t last long, because she straightened up, and I
quickly ran down to the basement through the garage
stairs, and back up into the bedroom, where I jumped
into bed like I never woke up. She came in, stripped
off her clothes, and got in the shower. When she got
out, she slipped into bed and attacked me. She rode me
until she came, then begged me to fuck her hard, which
I did. Neither of us mentioned any fantasies, although
for different reasons, I think.
I was distracted at work that day, and when my boss
called me in to tell me I had to fly out for 3 days the
next week, I could hardly explain why that was really
bad timing. As I packed to leave, Carolyn told me to
hurry home, she’d be so lonely without me. It was all I
could do not to blurt out what I had seen, but I just
didn’t know how to say it.
3 days later, I got in late, and my wife was asleep on
the bed. I slipped into bed quietly, and upon finding
her naked, I started to touch her body. She responded
sleepily, but when I moved on top of her, her legs
spread easily for me, and I slipped into her. She was
slick, and wet, and it was not a feeling I knew.
“You feel incredible,” I told her. “You’re just horny,”
she said, smiling tiredly. “I feel the same, you’re
just turned on from being gone for 3 days,” she added.
I fucked her slowly and smoothly, building up to a
harder fuck, then pounding her. She didn’t cum quickly,
which she always does, and that confirmed all my
suspicions. One thing was even more telling, though,
and I finally had a way to bring it up.
“Hon, who did you fuck in my bed?” I asked her
casually, as my cock pounded her deep. Her eyes flew
open in shock, but she quickly regained her composure
and said “Oooh, I like that fantasy, tell me more,” she
moaned, looking up at me through almost-closed eyelids
as she checked my reaction.
I smiled back at her. “No, I mean this,” I said, as I
took her hand and moved it up and over her head to the
headboard, where I pushed it into a streak of drying
cum that had obviously been deposited there less than a
few hours ago. She gasped a little, and knew instantly
that she had been found out. I guess her only other
thing was to try one more little white lie.
“Oh, hon, I just did it for our fantasy, you know the
one where you go away, and when you come home, I’ve
been fucking the neighbor, you know, that one we always
fantasize about…” she trailed off.
I covered her mouth with my hand, a little roughly, and
started pounding her cunt as hard as I could. “I know
about your little sick incest thing” I said to her, her
eyes opening wide and a muffled noise coming from her
mouth. I pushed my hand into her mouth harder,
silencing her. “I know my slut of a wife is now a slut
of a mom, isn’t she” I asked her as my cock pummeled
her deep. “Isn’t she?” I demanded, pulling my hand away
to let her speak.
“Yes” she said meekly. “Tell me everything” I said. I
pulled her over and on top of me, her breasts in my
face, and she rode me as she told me how he had come
into her room the first night
I was gone, and she hadn’t even tried to stop him from
taking her. They had spent all 3 nights together, him
only leaving at the last minute, when they figured I
would be home, knowing my flight time. He had cum
inside her, on her stomach, on her breasts, and even
on her face.
“Everything,” she said, “I taught him everything.” I
looked at her questioningly. “Yes,” she said, “even
that.”
“You fucked me half an hour after him,” she said
quietly. “I had both my guys inside me in the same
night, in the same hour,” she added. “I can’t explain
it, baby, I know it’s bizarre, but I really liked
having you both like that.”
She looked at me, pleading with her eyes. “You don’t
hate me, do you?” she asked. I didn’t answer, but my
cock continued its pumping up into her as she ground
down onto me. “Say something, please, hon,” she begged.
I looked up at her.
“Did you cum hard when another cock was inside you?” I
asked her, simply.
She smiled, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, “I
came so fucking hard, baby,” and with that, I came
inside her.
Carolyn realized that I had allowed it to become
another fantasy, instead of acknowledging the reality.
From then on, we could talk about it openly, both
pretending it was all in fantasy, both knowing it was
all true. It was strange, and weird, and I would guess,
very perverted, but that’s what we had. I heard about
every kiss, every touch, every fuck, all while she rode
me or while I fucked her, and I think that was probably
the only way it could have turned out for us.
I’ll never know if any of the other fantasies we got
into were true – her fucking one of his high school
friends, or having a 3some with his first college
girlfriend years later, or sleeping with his father-in-
law shortly after Carson married his college
sweetheart. I’m sure those were flights of fantasy, not
truth, but I haven’t asked. It’s more fun knowing… or
not knowing. You know what I mean.
