Sally gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and said, “Babe, believe it or not, I still love you with all my heart. Even though you’re a fucking cuckold now. And a fucking bisexual too.”
“I love you too, Sweetie,” I automatically replied. “And I’m sorry I was so mean to you tonight. It’s just that I was in total shock over the things you were confessing to me. And I just felt so out-of-control, and scared.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I freaked you out so much. But can I ask one big favor of you?”
“Sure, Honey. Whatever you want,” I said, struggling to get the words out in short breaths, because by this point, Henry was energetically humping away at my rectum.
“Well, Daddy,” Sally said, effortlessly slipping right back into her little-girl voice, “Please promise me that you won’t get mad at me, for what I’m about to tell you, okay?”
“Okay, Sweetie,” I said, sensing that Henry was just about to shoot his wad inside my butt.
“You’ve gotta promise me, Daddy,” Sally, the pretend little girl, demanded.
“Okay, okay, I promise you. I won’t get mad at you.”
“Good. ‘Cuz I’ve been a very naughty little girl tonight! I’ve been lyin’ to you about lots of stuff. Really important stuff.”
“Like what, Sweetie?” I asked, as Henry was busy unloading his warm jizz inside me.
Sally quickly switched back to her regular adult voice and said, “Well, first of all, Henry’s not gay. He’s bisexual. Just like you are.”
“Is that true, Henry?” I turned my head around to ask him myself.
“Yes, Sir. I’ve fucked my share of women. Even some white ones,” Henry said very proudly and matter-of-factly, right before he began easing his long penis out of my butt. Then he moved around on top of the bed to lie on his back, right beside Sally.
“And second of all, Carl,” Sally jumped right in and continued on with her string of confessions, “I was lying to you, when I told you that the idea of me having sex with a black guy disgusts me. Because nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I can’t believe that you actually bought into that lie; hook, line and sinker. As far as I can tell, there’s not a white woman alive who hasn’t fantasized at one time or another about having sex with a black man. And I’m no exception. Just the taboo nature of the very thought itself is usually enough to make most white women’s panties get wet. And once again, I’m no exception. Thank you for finally making that black man fantasy thing a reality for me tonight. You’re an awesome husband!”
“You’re welcome, I think?” I said, as I flopped over onto my back, to lie on the other side of Sally, on top of the bed.
“There’s more important stuff too, Carl. Rico isn’t my ex-boyfriend. He’s Henry’s friend. And I just met him for the very first time, tonight at the bar, at the same time that I met Henry. Basically, I just thought I’d rattle your cage a little bit, by having Rico unexpectedly show up here, and pretend that he was my ex.
“And it wasn’t hard to get Rico to do that for me, either. Because I promised him that, if he did, I would let him feel out my panty-covered pussy, right in front of my husband. I didn’t count on him taking things any farther than that. But he obviously did. And I apologize for that. Thank you for paying Rico off, so that he would leave.”
“Once again, you’re welcome,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know what else to say. I couldn’t stand watching that guy treat you like such a whore.”
“Ah, that’s so sweet. You know, probably the most ironic part is that you didn’t have to pay Henry off to get him to fuck me. He had already agreed to do that anyway, before he ever left the bar with us. Didn’t you Henry?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I sure did,” Henry acknowledged, and they both chuckled for a moment, and then Henry asked sincerely, “But would it still be okay with you, Mr. Carl, if I keep the $1,000 anyway, because I can sure use it to help pay off my student loans?”
“Yeah sure, Henry, go ahead and keep the money. But how did you manage to stare at Sally’s pussy without getting a hard-on earlier, so that I would think that you’re gay?”
“That was the hardest thing that I think I’ve ever done,” Henry admitted. “But in the end it was simply mind over matter. I was mentally focusing on anything and everything that had nothing to do with sex, like doing laundry, washing the car, cleaning up the apartment, and other mundane stuff like that.”
“Well, I still can’t believe you pulled it off,” I told Henry.
“Neither can I,” said Henry.
“So let me get all this straight,” I said to Sally. “What you’re telling me is that Rico was a total stranger to you, just like Henry was?”
“Right,” said Sally.
“And so Rico never date-raped you, and took your virginity back when you were in high school, before we ever met?”
“Right again,” Sally verified.
“So then you really were a virgin when I met you. And that means that Jordan has to be my daughter?”
“No. Unfortunately, she isn’t, Carl. And you have to promise me that you’ll never tell her the truth. She wouldn’t be able to live with it. Heck, I can barely live with it.”
“So then you really did get knocked up by some guy, back in high school, right before we met?”
“Yes. And you knew that ‘guy’ very well. He was my father, God rest his soul.”
“Your father?” I asked, in total disbelief.
“Yes, my dad. But I don’t hate him for what he did. Just a few months after Mom died, my older sister moved out with her boyfriend. And so that left just me and Dad in that big old ranch house on the outskirts of Fort Worth. And sometimes things just happen. You don’t plan on ’em happening. They just do.”
“Wow!” I said, without even meaning to. “So, do you wanna tell me what happened? Or would you rather not talk about it?”
“Oh, I definitely need to talk about it with someone. Keepin’ this secret all these years has been drivin’ me crazy. But you’ve gotta promise me that you’ll never tell anyone else about what happened between Daddy and me. You too, Henry.”
“You have my word that I will never tell another living soul about your sexual relationship with your father,” Henry said to Sally, as solemnly as he could.
“Ditto. What he just said,” I told Sally, when she looked back over my way.
“Well, it all started out innocently enough,” Sally said, starting out her story, “Whenever I used to get scared late at night, or there was a bad storm outside, or I had a nightmare, I would always make a beeline to my parent’s bedroom, and then climb into bed with them.
“And my behavior didn’t change, just because my mom had died, and wasn’t there for me anymore. I would simply climb into bed, and get under the covers, and then snuggle up with my daddy.
“Of course, you already know what I usually wear to bed a night.”
“Yeah, a nightshirt, with pair of panties underneath,” I said to Sally.
“That’s right. And that’s what I always wore, when I climbed into bed with my father. But my daddy preferred to sleep without any clothes on. I mean, he did keep his ‘tighty whities’ on. But that was about it.
“Anyway, I used to snuggle up next to Dad, and spoon with him, with my chest right up against his back, until I would finally fall asleep, right beside him.
“And after Mom died, I began sleepin’ in Dad’s bed much more often than I slept in my own bedroom. In fact, over the next six months or so, about the only thing I was still doin’ in my own bedroom was changin’ clothes, and talkin’ with my friends on the phone.
“And Dad really liked me sleepin’ with him. He even told me so himself. He said that it was much better than him havin’ to sleep by himself, because he had slept with my mother beside him all those years, and he was spoiled.
“Well, so was I, for that matter. And I was used to doin’ whatever it took to get my way.
“But anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a super-sexy dream that I was havin’. And I discovered that I was already humpin’ away at Dad’s leg, rubbin’ my panty-covered pussy up and down his thigh. And it felt so good to me, that I didn’t wanna stop.
“But then Dad woke up suddenly, and blurted out, ‘What the hell are you doin’, Sally?’
“‘Nothing,’ was all I could think to say to him at first. And then I suddenly felt so embarrassed that I started cryin’, and eventually began apologizin’ to him.
“But then he told me, ‘That’s okay, Sweetie. I guess you’re just doin’ what comes naturally. And you shouldn’t have to be ashamed of that. I’m sorry for raisin’ my voice, and gettin’ upset with you.’
“And then he turned his back towards me, and started to go back to sleep.
“But I was still feelin’ so horny that I couldn’t see straight. I also couldn’t go back to sleep. So I hiked my nightshirt up around my waist, and then I secretly slipped off my panties, and dropped ’em onto the floor, beside the bed.
“And then I calmly and gently fingered myself, while I was lyin’ there beside my father, and gettin’ really turned-on by the thought that he could have rolled over any moment, and caught me masturbatin’, right next to him.
“Once I had a few more mild orgasms under my belt, I finally threw all caution to the wind, and wrapped my legs around Dad’s thigh again. But this time, I start humpin’ his thigh with my bare pussy.
“And boy, that woke him up really fast!”
“I’ll bet!” Henry remarked.
“‘Sally,’ he said to me, with is back still turned towards me,” my wife continued on with her story, virtually ignoring Henry’s comment. “And I said, ‘What, Daddy?’ while I just kept steadily humpin’ away at his thigh.
“‘What on earth are you tryin’ to do?’ he asked me. And even though I couldn’t see his face, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was really confused. So I felt like I needed to set him straight. And I was feelin’ so horny that I didn’t care what he thought of me at that moment.
“So I told him, ‘Daddy, I’m tryin’ to have sex with you. Don’t you get it? I’m rubbin’ my pussy up against your leg, for Christ’s sake.’
“And he says to me, ‘Yes, Sweetie. I know what you’re doin’. But a daughter’s not supposed to be doin’ this kind of stuff with her own father. Why don’t you go find some young man out there to have sex with?’
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