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“Ok,, YES I`VE BEEN CHEATING ON YOU!”
Those few words cut deep into his psyche, and he stood mouth agape as stunned as if she had hit him. He staggered back groping for his chair, collapsing into its waiting arms.
Stunned, his mouth silently gaping, his eyes said it all. her eyes softened, and she took his hand, her eyes tearful as she began haltingly to explain herself. “I still and always will love you, you are my husband and for me that will never change, it was and is a purely physical thing and I didn’t want to hurt you, so I have said nothing, and yes that was wrong on so many level`s but god help me I have loved it, and I needed it.” Still he sat stunned, his lovely wife of 18 years now, who had once been a stunning bride, a head turning stunner, who as the worries of the world, a day to day working life, and the motherhood of two k**, now 15 and 16 had robbed of her best looks.
Miriam, was everyone`s idea of a perfect wife and a loving mother, caring, perhaps a pound or two overweight, and things just beginning to turn south, hard-working, both at home and part time in a local shop to augment his wage as a transport manager for a big parcels company, outwardly the perfect family.
The charade however was thin, love still ran deep, but a dose of Erectile Disfunction, had finally killed off the sexual side of life some 14 or 15 months ago, not even blue pills had helped, and his doctor had said “sorry and that it was permanent!” while shaking his head. Oh, he could still cum, though it took a lot of stimulus, and his mind was now like a sewer when it came to sex, worse, now he couldn’t fulfil his side of the job, but and it was a big, big but, he couldn’t get stiff for a gold pig. That news hit when he was just 41 and his lovely wife just 39.
A few months had passed, he knew she had bought a vibrator, which had eased things a bit for a while, but he knew she had had an un-scratch-able itch and it was not going away, it began to sit on her shoulders like a vulture waiting to pick at the bones of her once solid marriage.
Here they were now, and she not only had revealed that she had’ strayed’, but that she loved it and wanted more, much more.
Her lover, the identity of whom he still had no idea, had sent her to him to ask him not only to give his wife sexually-- like a cuckold, but to consent to the lover being her master for both straight and pain induced sex.
So under his spell was she, she had done exactly as he had told her,
Until now they had never `swung’ or ‘shared’, or whatever the latest name for straying was, and yes, she and Terry had played at the beginning, just as most young married folk had, mild bondage, (it had been ok but not for everyday and later with k**s in the house, opportunity became limited) a drip or two of candle wax, (that was not to his taste back then, as was sadism in any form though she had had revelled in it the only times they had tried it) she had said nothing as he so disliked hurting her himself, though she believed that the thought did turn him on!
Now things had changed!
After his diagnosis she brought a vibrator but the vibrator had had only a limited effect and desperation was beginning to bite when she had had what can only be described as a tempting if i*****l offer, that hit her at just about her lowest of ebb tides and though it would have been well beyond her normal sphere of rational thought, both as a loving wife and as a mother, she on this occasion was not only disturbed by the situation, she was sorely tempted! And it offered her both a solution and perhaps a way of achieving some solace.
Miriam had made tea, then having given him a mug, had taken his hand and sat facing him before calmly and tearfully braking the news of her unfaithfulness. and of her masters wishes She was now sat like a statue awaiting his all-important reaction, waiting for him to regain the power of his speech, and knowing it was a make or break moment in their once apparently invincible marriage.
Both their boys, Graham 17 away at college and Kevin at 15 just started boarding school, the flat seemed empty now. the silence echoing round the empty suddenly joyless room seemed oppressive.
Terry sat silently stunned for a long time as he took in the situation, the awful tension in the room made more poignant by the October rain slatting un-noticed against the windows of their big old flat above the high street dress shop, traffic rumbled past as always, and the chiming clock, a family air-loom, chimed the quarters as ever, but for these two, time had stood still.
What she had said was what for some months as he had suspected she had had a lover, but the fact that not only had someone taken over his sexual duties, they had now become masterful to the point of wanting to inflicting pain and perhaps marks on her body, and as he had now heard, she enjoyed the idea she said she was loving the whole degrasion and submission thing and that she wished to try it. That last sentence had shattered his whole world. He knew it was this awful lack of errection, till then they had been happy, or at least there had been that illusion, but he knew also that she had needs, strong needs simmering just below the surface, far and away beyond his own, she was a bubbling caldron of sexuality that till this he had managed to cope with, but now seemed unable to combat, or keep under control.
Secretly, he had expected her to take a lover in her need to be easily satisfied, hoped and prayed that she would have been discrete, or at least have come to him and talked it over, he would have understood, but this? This was well, …
He needed to know, who had begun it, who was not only having his wife, but wanting to hurt her, and brought her to the point of her wanting to let him.
He began to slowly weep and then in a torrent of words, to apologise! Saying how “he had driven her to this by not being the husband she had needed, that he was sorry, so sorry, that he was not man enough for her, had not faced up to the problems, not talked and that he desperately needed her to stay with him, whatever it took!” She nodded her understanding, but not in a hard way, “she was sorry that it had come to this, her desperate sexual need was being fulfilled but as she had seen it, it was her only option!”
It had just seemed logical, her need and his, meant, fate, call it what you will. Now she needed her husband, long suffering Terry, her beloved husband, whose medical problem, he believes are the crux, and who blames himself so terribly, to understand.
What as yet Terry didn’t know was the would be master was Kevin. their own 15year-old son!
She needed sex, and she understood it was the same or even worse for the boy. He would soon have started his unstoppable downward spiral, of sex and v******e, eventually have inflicted his own brand of sexual frustration on some luckless girl perhaps at school or the park, forcing himself on her and then he would have ended his days incarcerated in some prison, for **** or worse like her father had. how would he cope,
Kevin was a smug little shit She had seen the signs, letting him know he had inherited the traits of her old dad. sitting at the kitchen-table as innocent as a lamb each day, knowing and dreaming of what he wished to do to her, his mother … this had only been the trigger, the starting gun.
She kissed Terry then quietly said “it was not all him, she had not talked to him, she was just as, if not more, guilty, so from today she promised there would be no more secrets, as secrets and mis truths where the downfall of any marriage, and they needed to talk more, proper talk, communication, not burble but saying what they thought, properly and sincerely.”
He said that “he understood her need for sex, and on reflection, he felt that he could cope, but knowing he was not the man to inflict it, the pain thing was up to her, though he wanted to watch! “
She kissed him and promised him “not only chapter and verse, and every last detail, but if he wanted, of course he could watch, the master would love to humiliate her, she was sure!”
She added that Graham would be back tomorrow, so they had a little time to compose themselves and ‘get their act together before Kevin`s return on Saturday!’
She went off to the toilet, then together they made a meal, both still emotional, sad it had come to this, at best a compromise.
They were silent, playing with their meals neither really hungry. They washed up, then sat each in their favourite armchair, it had become dark, unusually the telly was the centre of their world but not tonight, silently squatted in its place untouched, both of them glad of the semi-anonymity of darkness in the unlit room
The sounds of traffic and the rain making no impact in their minds, only that wretched clock marking off the quarters as she, began to tell him of her infidelity her reasons and her needs. He knew instinctively not to interrupt as she needed this as much as he did.
“Well” she began “it really started about a years ago, just before your problem…your brother Donald and I were decorating the lad`s rooms, you remember he was unemployed at the time and you said he needed a few bob, you hate decorating anyway,” she paused to take breath, and he couldn`t resist cutting in and saying “ not Donald?” but she quickly reassured him “NO Not Donald, Nothing happened with Donald, if that’s what you are wondering, he just painted and was a perfect gent all that week!” then she went on, “first we did Graham`s room, he was away for a week with you and Kevin helping with your parent`s removals at their new house, remember?” she didn’t wait an answer, “Anyway while I was in the kitchen Donald moved some furniture and found Graham`s stash of porn. he was trying to hide it when I came back into the room and was embarrassed that I caught him, playboys in hand… when I said, “all lads and most of you men do that sort of thing” he looked relived and we laughed over it! Your oldest son by the way, going on his stash has a thing about blonde schoolgirls”
“Anyway Graham`s room being done we moved on to Kevin`s. We were expecting a stash hidden some-where too, in fact Donald said did I want him to search for and hide it to save me from embarrassment, but as it happened it was me who found it when we shifted the chest of drawers, in fact two shoe-boxes of things, which I shifted to our room, to have a sift through later, as it pays to know what`s going on in a lad`s minds. Anyway, we got on and finished that night Donald going home with his pennies a happy man and the rooms looking great.”
“That evening I had a sift through that lad`s stash, and I must say it was very revealing, in fact I found I was turned on a bit in that first box, mostly by his selection of Disc`s. some of which were mature women, mostly having some form of sex with young lads, though one or two featured bondage and hard spanking and whipping. And I admit I watched most of them over the next few days. But it was the other box that held my interest most, there was pictures, and magazines along the lines of the disc`s, but there was a scrap-book, like a diary, with odd notes and dates with comments like; or saw her in her bra today,-- her tits are great,-- she`s awesome… another was; --wanked in her used knickers this afternoon, god she smells fantastic… or caught her bending saw her stocking tops, had to come and wank...stuff like that, and I thought well I naively wonder who ‘she’ is that’s when I found the entry-- ‘told off for being late tonight, sexy -bitch grounded me, one day her arse will sting, and she will regret that!”
“ I remembered I had been feeling a bit offside that week and had scolded him that time for lateness, I suddenly knew who ‘she’ was, it was me!”
She stopped and let her words sink in, drawing breath, and waiting for some sign of his mental prosses. He grunted “go on “ and she realised she needed to do just that, so she started once more, “I read that book from cover to the end of the entries, slowly it and I pieced together his wishes about me, an Oedipus complex its called , a love of your mother, but this was more, much more like all lads he had started with an enquiring mind, wanting to know about the opposite sex, its natural and flattering in its way, but his had grown into an obsession, a desperate need, at every chance he had spied on me, caught glimpses, while I changed, reported the colour of my knickers most days, sniffed my laundry, even stole some to use for wanking, even knew my period dates!”
“Slowly it had worsened, he had started just to want to see my body, then in his mind to want sex with me, confiding in his book to wanting to have me, slowly this evolved when he realised that I was not going to be his willingly, it evolved to tying me up and r****g me, later still to abusing me violently for my unwillingness, some comments having grown to short stories of two or even three pages, which I admit got me hot, though they were worrying as it was specifically me they were about!”
“Finally, in that box was a manila envelope of pictures, mostly of me, bending, changing, or in swimsuits, and even one of your pimply arse, on our bed between my legs, obviously taken from the window while we were…well, busy…”
“Just before you came home that weekend I put the boxes back, my mind was a seething mass of weird thoughts, should I chastise him, confront him, try and get him to admit his fetish about me, ignore it. or what? What I should have done was talk to you, but you had just been diagnosed with this erection problem just then, and you were distracted enough without me adding to your burdens. So, I just waited!”
“Graham came up to me quietly the day after you all returned and thanked me for his revamped room, even going a little red as he thanked me for replacing his magazines, which I said were his business, and it was natural so not to mention it ever again and it was our secret, which he kissed me for and has never mentioned it since.”
“But Kevin well Kevin was a different kettle of fish, Kevin knew that I knew his dirty little secret, Kevin said nothing and waited with that smirk of his, until we were alone, next afternoon then hissed at me he hoped I was turned on by his disc`s which he knew I had watched as they were out of their usual order. I spluttered that I had dropped the box, but I could see he didn’t belive a word of it. He then smiled and mentioned his scrap-book, and pictures, and my blush told him all he needed to know. From then I was putty in the hands of this manipulative youth.”
Terry spat the words, “Kevin!!! The little shit!”
She nodded, then went on, “Graham went off to collage the next week, living in, and though Kevin had said nothing, I knew it was only a matter of time and opportunity and that came when you went on that communications course and Kevin and I were left here together!”
He rose fetched a bottle and two glasses from the cupboard, more by instinct than sight. He passing her a stiff drink and sipping at one himself, as he felt they both needed it.
She began again; “To be honest I suspect I was a bit scared of Kevin, oh he`s my son, and I love him dearly, but in sex mode, well he`s a different soul, well aren`t we al at least a bit, but with him…well….”
“It was after the first day alone`s, evening meal when it started, we were still sat with coffee and the sweet, and he said, “did my stuff really turn you on Mum?” it was a seemingly innocent enough question, but I knew it was a loaded dice. “I said I found the whole thing disturbing” to which he replied that he had wanted to see and play with my body for ever! I said it seemed from what I read he wanted a lot more than that, and he smiled I had stepped right into his trap, I had revealed that I had examined the content of the second box!”
“He sat smiling that smile of his, then he said he just wanted to see me, naked, really naked, and to ask some questions, just to satisfy his curiosity and to have a set of good faceless photographs of my body naked, to be his forever and that he would never reveal them to anyone, ever!”
“I thought well that can`t hurt, and on holiday with you all Terry, we had been near naked when on the beaches, so what the hell, go with the flow, it might get it out of his system. once and for all, So, I said as long as no-one else found out and he promised no faces in the pictures, well, if it was that important to him and while we were on our own perhaps we could see but washing up came first and then perhaps but if I said no I meant no!” he scuttled away with the dishes, showing how eager he was!”
“Now remember I had not had any really good sex for, perhaps six months then, other than the orgasms over the disc`s I was pretty much in need. That washing up was completed in a jiffy, by that time I was sat here in this very chair, still fully dressed, but just getting a few butterflies about what may happen during this evening, and of even this level of cheating on you.”
“Kevin however was eager and appeared through that doorway wearing just his underpants, and a big grin carrying his camera, which he put on that coffee table knelt beside me and throwing his arms round my neck kissed me obviously having no doubts or worries.”
“I sat him down, and I answered some questions about periods and that sort of thing, then asked if he would like me to strip off or did he wish me to do it for him? He asked if he could please do it, as he had dreamed for so long of doing so, and could he please touch my breasts as it was his dream. I lent forward, and he kissed me again then began unbuttoning my blouse like a perfect gentleman he took it off and folded it up, laying it on your chair. I later realised it was to him symbolic as if it were a symbol of his removing it from your wife, and showing you, that he could.”
“I had on a longline bra, the blue one, that you like so much, and to let him get to the hooks I had to lean forward for him, he wrapped both arms round me, arms and all, and while holding me tight he began to stare deep into my eyes as he unclipped the hooks, then slid it from me like he was unveiling a porcelain statue of great value, I felt a little strange, his eyes had held me for a long moment after which I was strangely powerless to resist.”
“I was his, it was weird. The bra went away, and you Terry of all people know what my tits are like, 38dd and beginning to sag a little, so I sat back and watched his delighted face as he took in their shape, then softly oh so very softly, he began to touch and kneed the flesh carefully avoiding the nipples as if they were self-destruct buttons.”
“By now I was getting really aroused, so I said to him about his avoiding my nipples, his reply was that “later he would give them both fantastic loving pain, but he wanted to savour the moment!” now me I thought I was not much for pain, or at least I didn’t think so at the time, and said so. His reply turned my blood cold, as he hissed, “before this week is over you will not only be my love slave, you will be begging me for that pain!”
it was as if this virgin boy was suddenly possessed by Casenover, Svengali and the mad marquis, all rolled into one! I must have looked stunned, but I sat motionless, as if in a trance, hardly daring to move as I thought over his words, but I was awoken from that state as the camera flash captured pictures of me sat topless for him, and that was followed by close ups of my now very erect nipples! I seemed incapable of moving or protesting, it was strange.”
“Though I hardly understood, it was my very first inkling that I was getting turned on by the thought of his controlling me, his hands causing me pain, of being his.”
“He had me stand, and like a puppet I did just as I was told, something in his voice had me under his spell, don’t ask me what it was, I still don’t have a clue, but that lad only has to meet my gaze, for a milli-second now for me to become his subject, his puppet!”
“I suspect if he said he wanted to kill me off I would say where and when and then fetch the gun! It`s that intense, that powerful and that insane. Its on his orders that I have had to come and reveal all this to you Terry, he want you to accept his use of me! perhaps to humiliate you, perhaps for his own perverse satisfaction, or just to prove his power over me I just don’t know, but here we are!”
Terry had till then sat silently absorbing her tail, but now said “has that lad hypnotised you girl, is that what you are saying?”
She looked down, then said “perhaps, or perhaps it`s just my inner-self coming out, he`s had me a half a dozen times now, screwed me behind your back, nothing kinky, just straight sex and I have to say I really loved it, being used, being his, he`s a brilliant lover belive me, but now he wants to move on to harder games, and give me pain, and I know I can`t resist … He`s right and I would beg him for pain, but not without your say so, that’s all that is holding me back, your permission!”
Terry sat dumb-struck, here was his wife his loving solid dependable wife, asking to allow their own son, who she admits she has already slept with, behind his back, to be allowed to cause her pain and distress for their sexual amusement. It was insane! Still he sat mulling over the situation
The silence was terrible and the decision oppressive as he churned it over, the ins and outs the pros, and cons of the situation time and again as they sat as if frozen in time.
Against the proposal was his protective instincts, the need every husband has to keep his wife and his family safe.
Secondly there was the practical side; would she be scarred, need nursing etc, how far would it go, would he be cut out all-together!
But for it, was the fact his wife would be sexually fulfilled, which she obviously was not now, his malady was such that he could never satisfy her ever again…
He didn’t want to lose her, and he suspected that would be the case if she didn’t take a lover of some sort, this tryst with his son meant she would stay, would perhaps become her old happy self once more… but what about him could he cope with the knowledge, would she still be his…
He looked deep into her eyes, and could see only love, her whole persona begged for his approval, his heart melted and suddenly he made up his mind. “look, I don’t like the whole idea, but I don’t want to lose you, and as you are so determined, I am willing to give it a trial, but only if I am present, and there are no more lies and sneakiness, that you must both promise…”
It was like a curtain rising, the heavy cloak of deceit lifted, and a smile crossed her face for the first time in a number of days.
They went to their bed, to lay entwined in a loving embrace, both wondering where this strange set up would lead.
“Ok,, YES I`VE BEEN CHEATING ON YOU!”
Those few words cut deep into his psyche, and he stood mouth agape as stunned as if she had hit him. He staggered back groping for his chair, collapsing into its waiting arms.
Stunned, his mouth silently gaping, his eyes said it all. her eyes softened, and she took his hand, her eyes tearful as she began haltingly to explain herself. “I still and always will love you, you are my husband and for me that will never change, it was and is a purely physical thing and I didn’t want to hurt you, so I have said nothing, and yes that was wrong on so many level`s but god help me I have loved it, and I needed it.” Still he sat stunned, his lovely wife of 18 years now, who had once been a stunning bride, a head turning stunner, who as the worries of the world, a day to day working life, and the motherhood of two k**, now 15 and 16 had robbed of her best looks.
Miriam, was everyone`s idea of a perfect wife and a loving mother, caring, perhaps a pound or two overweight, and things just beginning to turn south, hard-working, both at home and part time in a local shop to augment his wage as a transport manager for a big parcels company, outwardly the perfect family.
The charade however was thin, love still ran deep, but a dose of Erectile Disfunction, had finally killed off the sexual side of life some 14 or 15 months ago, not even blue pills had helped, and his doctor had said “sorry and that it was permanent!” while shaking his head. Oh, he could still cum, though it took a lot of stimulus, and his mind was now like a sewer when it came to sex, worse, now he couldn’t fulfil his side of the job, but and it was a big, big but, he couldn’t get stiff for a gold pig. That news hit when he was just 41 and his lovely wife just 39.
A few months had passed, he knew she had bought a vibrator, which had eased things a bit for a while, but he knew she had had an un-scratch-able itch and it was not going away, it began to sit on her shoulders like a vulture waiting to pick at the bones of her once solid marriage.
Here they were now, and she not only had revealed that she had’ strayed’, but that she loved it and wanted more, much more.
Her lover, the identity of whom he still had no idea, had sent her to him to ask him not only to give his wife sexually-- like a cuckold, but to consent to the lover being her master for both straight and pain induced sex.
So under his spell was she, she had done exactly as he had told her,
Until now they had never `swung’ or ‘shared’, or whatever the latest name for straying was, and yes, she and Terry had played at the beginning, just as most young married folk had, mild bondage, (it had been ok but not for everyday and later with k**s in the house, opportunity became limited) a drip or two of candle wax, (that was not to his taste back then, as was sadism in any form though she had had revelled in it the only times they had tried it) she had said nothing as he so disliked hurting her himself, though she believed that the thought did turn him on!
Now things had changed!
After his diagnosis she brought a vibrator but the vibrator had had only a limited effect and desperation was beginning to bite when she had had what can only be described as a tempting if i*****l offer, that hit her at just about her lowest of ebb tides and though it would have been well beyond her normal sphere of rational thought, both as a loving wife and as a mother, she on this occasion was not only disturbed by the situation, she was sorely tempted! And it offered her both a solution and perhaps a way of achieving some solace.
Miriam had made tea, then having given him a mug, had taken his hand and sat facing him before calmly and tearfully braking the news of her unfaithfulness. and of her masters wishes She was now sat like a statue awaiting his all-important reaction, waiting for him to regain the power of his speech, and knowing it was a make or break moment in their once apparently invincible marriage.
Both their boys, Graham 17 away at college and Kevin at 15 just started boarding school, the flat seemed empty now. the silence echoing round the empty suddenly joyless room seemed oppressive.
Terry sat silently stunned for a long time as he took in the situation, the awful tension in the room made more poignant by the October rain slatting un-noticed against the windows of their big old flat above the high street dress shop, traffic rumbled past as always, and the chiming clock, a family air-loom, chimed the quarters as ever, but for these two, time had stood still.
What she had said was what for some months as he had suspected she had had a lover, but the fact that not only had someone taken over his sexual duties, they had now become masterful to the point of wanting to inflicting pain and perhaps marks on her body, and as he had now heard, she enjoyed the idea she said she was loving the whole degrasion and submission thing and that she wished to try it. That last sentence had shattered his whole world. He knew it was this awful lack of errection, till then they had been happy, or at least there had been that illusion, but he knew also that she had needs, strong needs simmering just below the surface, far and away beyond his own, she was a bubbling caldron of sexuality that till this he had managed to cope with, but now seemed unable to combat, or keep under control.
Secretly, he had expected her to take a lover in her need to be easily satisfied, hoped and prayed that she would have been discrete, or at least have come to him and talked it over, he would have understood, but this? This was well, …
He needed to know, who had begun it, who was not only having his wife, but wanting to hurt her, and brought her to the point of her wanting to let him.
He began to slowly weep and then in a torrent of words, to apologise! Saying how “he had driven her to this by not being the husband she had needed, that he was sorry, so sorry, that he was not man enough for her, had not faced up to the problems, not talked and that he desperately needed her to stay with him, whatever it took!” She nodded her understanding, but not in a hard way, “she was sorry that it had come to this, her desperate sexual need was being fulfilled but as she had seen it, it was her only option!”
It had just seemed logical, her need and his, meant, fate, call it what you will. Now she needed her husband, long suffering Terry, her beloved husband, whose medical problem, he believes are the crux, and who blames himself so terribly, to understand.
What as yet Terry didn’t know was the would be master was Kevin. their own 15year-old son!
She needed sex, and she understood it was the same or even worse for the boy. He would soon have started his unstoppable downward spiral, of sex and v******e, eventually have inflicted his own brand of sexual frustration on some luckless girl perhaps at school or the park, forcing himself on her and then he would have ended his days incarcerated in some prison, for **** or worse like her father had. how would he cope,
Kevin was a smug little shit She had seen the signs, letting him know he had inherited the traits of her old dad. sitting at the kitchen-table as innocent as a lamb each day, knowing and dreaming of what he wished to do to her, his mother … this had only been the trigger, the starting gun.
She kissed Terry then quietly said “it was not all him, she had not talked to him, she was just as, if not more, guilty, so from today she promised there would be no more secrets, as secrets and mis truths where the downfall of any marriage, and they needed to talk more, proper talk, communication, not burble but saying what they thought, properly and sincerely.”
He said that “he understood her need for sex, and on reflection, he felt that he could cope, but knowing he was not the man to inflict it, the pain thing was up to her, though he wanted to watch! “
She kissed him and promised him “not only chapter and verse, and every last detail, but if he wanted, of course he could watch, the master would love to humiliate her, she was sure!”
She added that Graham would be back tomorrow, so they had a little time to compose themselves and ‘get their act together before Kevin`s return on Saturday!’
She went off to the toilet, then together they made a meal, both still emotional, sad it had come to this, at best a compromise.
They were silent, playing with their meals neither really hungry. They washed up, then sat each in their favourite armchair, it had become dark, unusually the telly was the centre of their world but not tonight, silently squatted in its place untouched, both of them glad of the semi-anonymity of darkness in the unlit room
The sounds of traffic and the rain making no impact in their minds, only that wretched clock marking off the quarters as she, began to tell him of her infidelity her reasons and her needs. He knew instinctively not to interrupt as she needed this as much as he did.
“Well” she began “it really started about a years ago, just before your problem…your brother Donald and I were decorating the lad`s rooms, you remember he was unemployed at the time and you said he needed a few bob, you hate decorating anyway,” she paused to take breath, and he couldn`t resist cutting in and saying “ not Donald?” but she quickly reassured him “NO Not Donald, Nothing happened with Donald, if that’s what you are wondering, he just painted and was a perfect gent all that week!” then she went on, “first we did Graham`s room, he was away for a week with you and Kevin helping with your parent`s removals at their new house, remember?” she didn’t wait an answer, “Anyway while I was in the kitchen Donald moved some furniture and found Graham`s stash of porn. he was trying to hide it when I came back into the room and was embarrassed that I caught him, playboys in hand… when I said, “all lads and most of you men do that sort of thing” he looked relived and we laughed over it! Your oldest son by the way, going on his stash has a thing about blonde schoolgirls”
“Anyway Graham`s room being done we moved on to Kevin`s. We were expecting a stash hidden some-where too, in fact Donald said did I want him to search for and hide it to save me from embarrassment, but as it happened it was me who found it when we shifted the chest of drawers, in fact two shoe-boxes of things, which I shifted to our room, to have a sift through later, as it pays to know what`s going on in a lad`s minds. Anyway, we got on and finished that night Donald going home with his pennies a happy man and the rooms looking great.”
“That evening I had a sift through that lad`s stash, and I must say it was very revealing, in fact I found I was turned on a bit in that first box, mostly by his selection of Disc`s. some of which were mature women, mostly having some form of sex with young lads, though one or two featured bondage and hard spanking and whipping. And I admit I watched most of them over the next few days. But it was the other box that held my interest most, there was pictures, and magazines along the lines of the disc`s, but there was a scrap-book, like a diary, with odd notes and dates with comments like; or saw her in her bra today,-- her tits are great,-- she`s awesome… another was; --wanked in her used knickers this afternoon, god she smells fantastic… or caught her bending saw her stocking tops, had to come and wank...stuff like that, and I thought well I naively wonder who ‘she’ is that’s when I found the entry-- ‘told off for being late tonight, sexy -bitch grounded me, one day her arse will sting, and she will regret that!”
“ I remembered I had been feeling a bit offside that week and had scolded him that time for lateness, I suddenly knew who ‘she’ was, it was me!”
She stopped and let her words sink in, drawing breath, and waiting for some sign of his mental prosses. He grunted “go on “ and she realised she needed to do just that, so she started once more, “I read that book from cover to the end of the entries, slowly it and I pieced together his wishes about me, an Oedipus complex its called , a love of your mother, but this was more, much more like all lads he had started with an enquiring mind, wanting to know about the opposite sex, its natural and flattering in its way, but his had grown into an obsession, a desperate need, at every chance he had spied on me, caught glimpses, while I changed, reported the colour of my knickers most days, sniffed my laundry, even stole some to use for wanking, even knew my period dates!”
“Slowly it had worsened, he had started just to want to see my body, then in his mind to want sex with me, confiding in his book to wanting to have me, slowly this evolved when he realised that I was not going to be his willingly, it evolved to tying me up and r****g me, later still to abusing me violently for my unwillingness, some comments having grown to short stories of two or even three pages, which I admit got me hot, though they were worrying as it was specifically me they were about!”
“Finally, in that box was a manila envelope of pictures, mostly of me, bending, changing, or in swimsuits, and even one of your pimply arse, on our bed between my legs, obviously taken from the window while we were…well, busy…”
“Just before you came home that weekend I put the boxes back, my mind was a seething mass of weird thoughts, should I chastise him, confront him, try and get him to admit his fetish about me, ignore it. or what? What I should have done was talk to you, but you had just been diagnosed with this erection problem just then, and you were distracted enough without me adding to your burdens. So, I just waited!”
“Graham came up to me quietly the day after you all returned and thanked me for his revamped room, even going a little red as he thanked me for replacing his magazines, which I said were his business, and it was natural so not to mention it ever again and it was our secret, which he kissed me for and has never mentioned it since.”
“But Kevin well Kevin was a different kettle of fish, Kevin knew that I knew his dirty little secret, Kevin said nothing and waited with that smirk of his, until we were alone, next afternoon then hissed at me he hoped I was turned on by his disc`s which he knew I had watched as they were out of their usual order. I spluttered that I had dropped the box, but I could see he didn’t belive a word of it. He then smiled and mentioned his scrap-book, and pictures, and my blush told him all he needed to know. From then I was putty in the hands of this manipulative youth.”
Terry spat the words, “Kevin!!! The little shit!”
She nodded, then went on, “Graham went off to collage the next week, living in, and though Kevin had said nothing, I knew it was only a matter of time and opportunity and that came when you went on that communications course and Kevin and I were left here together!”
He rose fetched a bottle and two glasses from the cupboard, more by instinct than sight. He passing her a stiff drink and sipping at one himself, as he felt they both needed it.
She began again; “To be honest I suspect I was a bit scared of Kevin, oh he`s my son, and I love him dearly, but in sex mode, well he`s a different soul, well aren`t we al at least a bit, but with him…well….”
“It was after the first day alone`s, evening meal when it started, we were still sat with coffee and the sweet, and he said, “did my stuff really turn you on Mum?” it was a seemingly innocent enough question, but I knew it was a loaded dice. “I said I found the whole thing disturbing” to which he replied that he had wanted to see and play with my body for ever! I said it seemed from what I read he wanted a lot more than that, and he smiled I had stepped right into his trap, I had revealed that I had examined the content of the second box!”
“He sat smiling that smile of his, then he said he just wanted to see me, naked, really naked, and to ask some questions, just to satisfy his curiosity and to have a set of good faceless photographs of my body naked, to be his forever and that he would never reveal them to anyone, ever!”
“I thought well that can`t hurt, and on holiday with you all Terry, we had been near naked when on the beaches, so what the hell, go with the flow, it might get it out of his system. once and for all, So, I said as long as no-one else found out and he promised no faces in the pictures, well, if it was that important to him and while we were on our own perhaps we could see but washing up came first and then perhaps but if I said no I meant no!” he scuttled away with the dishes, showing how eager he was!”
“Now remember I had not had any really good sex for, perhaps six months then, other than the orgasms over the disc`s I was pretty much in need. That washing up was completed in a jiffy, by that time I was sat here in this very chair, still fully dressed, but just getting a few butterflies about what may happen during this evening, and of even this level of cheating on you.”
“Kevin however was eager and appeared through that doorway wearing just his underpants, and a big grin carrying his camera, which he put on that coffee table knelt beside me and throwing his arms round my neck kissed me obviously having no doubts or worries.”
“I sat him down, and I answered some questions about periods and that sort of thing, then asked if he would like me to strip off or did he wish me to do it for him? He asked if he could please do it, as he had dreamed for so long of doing so, and could he please touch my breasts as it was his dream. I lent forward, and he kissed me again then began unbuttoning my blouse like a perfect gentleman he took it off and folded it up, laying it on your chair. I later realised it was to him symbolic as if it were a symbol of his removing it from your wife, and showing you, that he could.”
“I had on a longline bra, the blue one, that you like so much, and to let him get to the hooks I had to lean forward for him, he wrapped both arms round me, arms and all, and while holding me tight he began to stare deep into my eyes as he unclipped the hooks, then slid it from me like he was unveiling a porcelain statue of great value, I felt a little strange, his eyes had held me for a long moment after which I was strangely powerless to resist.”
“I was his, it was weird. The bra went away, and you Terry of all people know what my tits are like, 38dd and beginning to sag a little, so I sat back and watched his delighted face as he took in their shape, then softly oh so very softly, he began to touch and kneed the flesh carefully avoiding the nipples as if they were self-destruct buttons.”
“By now I was getting really aroused, so I said to him about his avoiding my nipples, his reply was that “later he would give them both fantastic loving pain, but he wanted to savour the moment!” now me I thought I was not much for pain, or at least I didn’t think so at the time, and said so. His reply turned my blood cold, as he hissed, “before this week is over you will not only be my love slave, you will be begging me for that pain!”
it was as if this virgin boy was suddenly possessed by Casenover, Svengali and the mad marquis, all rolled into one! I must have looked stunned, but I sat motionless, as if in a trance, hardly daring to move as I thought over his words, but I was awoken from that state as the camera flash captured pictures of me sat topless for him, and that was followed by close ups of my now very erect nipples! I seemed incapable of moving or protesting, it was strange.”
“Though I hardly understood, it was my very first inkling that I was getting turned on by the thought of his controlling me, his hands causing me pain, of being his.”
“He had me stand, and like a puppet I did just as I was told, something in his voice had me under his spell, don’t ask me what it was, I still don’t have a clue, but that lad only has to meet my gaze, for a milli-second now for me to become his subject, his puppet!”
“I suspect if he said he wanted to kill me off I would say where and when and then fetch the gun! It`s that intense, that powerful and that insane. Its on his orders that I have had to come and reveal all this to you Terry, he want you to accept his use of me! perhaps to humiliate you, perhaps for his own perverse satisfaction, or just to prove his power over me I just don’t know, but here we are!”
Terry had till then sat silently absorbing her tail, but now said “has that lad hypnotised you girl, is that what you are saying?”
She looked down, then said “perhaps, or perhaps it`s just my inner-self coming out, he`s had me a half a dozen times now, screwed me behind your back, nothing kinky, just straight sex and I have to say I really loved it, being used, being his, he`s a brilliant lover belive me, but now he wants to move on to harder games, and give me pain, and I know I can`t resist … He`s right and I would beg him for pain, but not without your say so, that’s all that is holding me back, your permission!”
Terry sat dumb-struck, here was his wife his loving solid dependable wife, asking to allow their own son, who she admits she has already slept with, behind his back, to be allowed to cause her pain and distress for their sexual amusement. It was insane! Still he sat mulling over the situation
The silence was terrible and the decision oppressive as he churned it over, the ins and outs the pros, and cons of the situation time and again as they sat as if frozen in time.
Against the proposal was his protective instincts, the need every husband has to keep his wife and his family safe.
Secondly there was the practical side; would she be scarred, need nursing etc, how far would it go, would he be cut out all-together!
But for it, was the fact his wife would be sexually fulfilled, which she obviously was not now, his malady was such that he could never satisfy her ever again…
He didn’t want to lose her, and he suspected that would be the case if she didn’t take a lover of some sort, this tryst with his son meant she would stay, would perhaps become her old happy self once more… but what about him could he cope with the knowledge, would she still be his…
He looked deep into her eyes, and could see only love, her whole persona begged for his approval, his heart melted and suddenly he made up his mind. “look, I don’t like the whole idea, but I don’t want to lose you, and as you are so determined, I am willing to give it a trial, but only if I am present, and there are no more lies and sneakiness, that you must both promise…”
It was like a curtain rising, the heavy cloak of deceit lifted, and a smile crossed her face for the first time in a number of days.
They went to their bed, to lay entwined in a loving embrace, both wondering where this strange set up would lead.
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