‘No,’ she said, looking down at her hands again. I took one last look at her phone as she was on all fours in front of the black guy, he was easing his cock into her. I leaned forward and handed her back her phone, looking chivalrous, but knowing I’d have a fun evening tonight watching Beth get fucked. She took her phone back with a meek smile on her face. I guess it’s true what they say, looks can be decieving! Beth didn’t look innocent per se, but you would never guess this nurse loved cheating on her husband with black guys with huge cocks!
‘So, you see, whatever we say here today, is just between the 2 of us, I have no intention of ruining your life because I’ve showed you movies of me cheating on my husband, so I know, if I say anything, you can, in turn, ruin MY life. I love my husband and would die if he ever found out,’
‘So, why do you cheat on him, if you don’t mind me asking?’ I interrupted.
‘Honestly, I don’t know. I really DO love him, but I cheated before our 1st wedding anniversary and I’ve pretty much been regularly cheating since. He’s a lovely guy and I don’t want to hurt him, but he’s just not up to it in the bedroom, the first 6 months of our marriage, you know, the time when we should be doing it like rabbits, we had sex maybe 10 times and it was fine, but not mind blowing earth shattering sex. Then I met this guy at the gym, one thing led to another, and I ended up in the showers of the men’s changing room late one day. There were still a couple of guys in there changing after their workout. They had no idea I was in a stall with this guy getting fucked and having some of the best sex of my life. I guess the fear of getting caught was a massive turn on, oh and he had a massive dick,’ she chuckled, looking off reminiscing with herself. After a hazy moment, her eyes refocussed on me, ‘It’s just sex with the other guys, well,most of the time’, again, she looked off, trying to stifle a smile, but failing, ‘I mean, I love my husband and that will never change, but sometimes the guy I’m with might want to assert his dominance and tell me, like, he owns me now or, if I want his dick again I have to stop having sex with my husband, yada yada yada, I happily play along, but they don’t realise, I barely have sex with him anymore by his choice anyway, he hardly touches me, let alone fucks me, seriously,’ she gestured at herself, ‘my husband doesn’t want to have sex with this all the time!’ She put her elbows on the table, made fists and plonked them under her chin, she looked like a bratty child for a second. ‘I’m lucky if we have sex 3 or 4 times a year…. the other guys just help keep me sane’. Her hands dropped to the table again and that far off, hazy expression returned with the mischievous smile.
I wanted to ask her a ton of questions and hear more about how she cuckolds her husband on a regular basis, but suddenly, her expression cleared and she looked over at me again.
‘So, anyway, where were we? You’ve got some ammunition on me now, so let’s talk openly and freely, agreed?’ I nodded. ‘I’ll ask you again then,’ she said being more authoritarian now, the meekness completely gone, ‘do you want to fuck your mum, yes or no?’ It was my turn to break eye contact, I looked down, after a moment or 2 I said quietly,
‘I guess.’ She scoffed at me,
‘You guess? You’re going to have to do better than that Jake. I’ve spoken to your mum, she told me about your date night and the kiss, which was more than a ‘peck’ by all accounts, and I also know about your little panty fetish.’ I was about to protest when she continued, ‘Don’t you dare try to deny it, we agreed to be open and honest here remember, I’m not judging you, I just want you to be truthful!’
‘Well, yes, but how did you-‘
‘How did I know?’ She interrupted, ‘you forget I helped her get ready for the date. I was looking for a pair of panties to go with her dress, when I picked up those white ones, they felt cold, then I realised, they were actually a bit wet, I held them to my nose and breathed in the scent of cum.’ She looked at me with her eyebrows raised, as if to say, ‘what do you have to say young man?’
‘I- err, well, I mean, I-‘ I was stuttering like a child. Then a thought hit me, WOMEN TALK! ‘Shit, does she know?’ I must have looked anguished.
‘No, don’t panic, stud, she doesn’t know, what do you take me for?’ She looked at me with an annoyed expression on her face, which only lasted a couple of seconds, as she continued.
‘I purposely picked those panties, it sent a tingle through me knowing you’d jacked off into your mother’s knickers and she was going to wear those cum stained knickers on a date with you. It seemed too good an opportunity to pass up on!’ That made sense now, I’d wondered at the time, why had mum got all dressed up in a fancy outfit, done her make up but worn ordinary white cotton panties?
‘OK, yes, you got me,’ I could feel my face starting to burn as I blushed, ‘occasionally I ‘borrow’,’ I made the air quotes sign with my fingers, ‘a pair of her knickers and wank into them. I don’t wear them or anything,’ I quickly added, ‘I’m not a weirdo.’ I realise how ridiculous that sounds under the circumstances.
‘I don’t know what’s happened, but since I got back from college, she’s been depressed and we’ve talked and she opened up about thinking she’ll never get a man again, which I think is mental, because she’s awesome, so beautiful, funny, sexy, but she thinks no one would look at her, and to be honest, it would be difficult to get her out there to meet anyone, so I suggested tinder, but all the while I was looking at her thinking, I’d be honoured to be her man, whatever she wanted or needed I’d give her, and the more I thought this, the more I looked at her like a woman, and like I said, she’s hot.’ I’d let go of my inhibitions a little and was actually surprising myself how honest I was being about this, the most taboo of subjects. I’d never even really talked to myself about it like this!
Beth was listening intently to what I was saying, she reached forward and took my hand in both hers again and let me continue. ‘I knew she’d never go for it, I mean, it’s incest, isn’t it, a life changing decision right there, so I started to take her dirty knickers and use them to wank with, then I started to take clean ones, in the hope I’d catch her wearing them, which I did and it was so hot, but now I can’t get her out of my head, I want her so bad, so the other night I tried to kiss her, to test the waters and she rejected me, not in a nasty way, but she stopped me and basically said we couldn’t take that step.’
‘But you really want to take that step, don’t you?’ She asked.
‘I do,’ I said back immediately.
Beth smiled at me, ‘now that wasn’t so hard was it?’ I laughed.
‘You have no idea,’ I said, ‘I never thought I’d be sharing this with anyone, it’s mad,’
‘Well, what are we going to do about it?’ She asked.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked, confused.
‘I’ve had the same conversations with her, you know we’re close, we talk about everything! She’s told me she feels lonely, and to put it bluntly, she told me she wants some cock,’
‘Yeah, she didn’t quite put it like that with me, but I got her jist,’ I said.
‘Well, you’ve got a cock, so let’s get it inside her,’
‘Easy as that,’ I said, ‘and how do you propose we do this?’
‘Leave that to me. I’ve told her that when she next has the place to herself I’ll arrange for someone to come with me on my visit, and I’ll introduce her to him,’ she held her hands up in a ‘ta-da’ pose.
‘OK, and when I walk in, she’ll just say, oh it’s you, come on then, jump on?’ I asked sarcastically.
‘No, dufus, I’ll get her to wear a blindfold, I’ll say, you’re shy or you’re into some kinky stuff or something… we can work that out later,’ she said waving off the semantics, ‘what do you think?’
‘You really think that would work?’ I asked.
‘We can but try,’ she said shrugging her shoulders and holding both her palms up to the ceiling.
‘Um, well OK, I’m willing to try anything. I don’t think she’d go for it ordinarily, if our date is anything to go by, I tried a bit harder than I made out earlier… I kissed her 3 times, but she stopped me when I got a little over amorous,’
‘I know,’ Beth said, ‘I told you, your mum tells me everything, you naughty scamp. But you know what? You’d be surprised how she might react. If we get the right set of circumstances I bet she’d go for it and let you go further.’
‘Really, what makes you say that?’ I asked.
‘Just some conversations we’ve had over the last few months,’ she paused and then leaning forward looked to her left then her right, conspiratorially, ‘I have a confession,’ I leaned in too. ‘You see, something you and my husband don’t know about me… I’m a kinky bitch! Since I’ve got to know your mum better and we’ve become close and we have that sort of relationship where you can be open with each other with no worry about judgement and you know what?’
‘What?’ I quickly replied.
‘I think, with a bit of carefully timed, gentle nudges, I think she’d dive off the deep end too’.
‘What makes you say that?’ I asked, very hopefully.
‘Well, she always seems very interested in my tales of shameless debauchery and always has hundreds of questions and giggles like a teenager when I divulge some of the more, shall we say, dirtier details.’
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing about my mum, the fire of hope suddenly began to burn hotter within me.
‘So, I’ve told her about some of my infidelities, which is probably why she keeps trying to set us 2 up, she knows you need a girl and I cheat on my husband,’ she brought her hands together and linked her fingers, as if this explained the rest of that sentence,
‘Well, every time she talks about needing a man or she wishes she could just get some no strings cock, I always say, ‘well, you’ve got a perfectly fine specimen just across the hall’. The first couple of times I said it she almost choked and wouldn’t hear it, refused to even joke about it, but I won’t let it drop and I always bring it up when she’s in one of those moods, well, over the months, she doesn’t protest anymore, in fact she jokes along with it. I’m sure she’ll eventually come round.’
Leave a Reply