A New Beginning for a Dead Marriage (closed for Becaa57)

I smile at that question

"Good first question I guess"

"May sound silly, but it was a matter of right time, right place"

"I was 17 I had been dating for a couple years, thanks to Dad"
"He would always wait up for me, I would tell him he didn't have to"
"He'd say it's a fathers job to"

"I would come home, find him on the couch in the living room"
"I'd sit and talk with him awhile sharing details of the date, how the relationship is going or ending whatever was the case"
"I didn't share about the sex, so don't think that!!!"

"I'd uusally give him a goodnight kiss and go to bed"
"One night I had to pee, so got up the bathroom was right in front of the living room"
"I noticed he was still there, I thought asleep"
"I snuck in, thinking Id startle him, something I'd done before"

"Wellllll he wasn't asleep, he was masturbating"
"I saw he was a LOT bigger then my boyfriend, bigger then you are actually"
"I knew I should have turned around and let him finish"
"But I just had to watch, I crouched down by a big plant mom had there"
"Watched. That was the first time I saw a man shoot when he came, not just ooze out"
"God it was so hot!!!!"

I snuck out while he was cleaning up

"Well after that I would check o nhim"
"Turned out it was something he did quite often, but only on a date night for me"

"One night after the 3rd or 4th time, he called to me"

"Becca I know you're there, you may as well come and have a more comfortable seat"

"I was so embarrassed to be caught, but I got up and sat next to him on the couch"

"That time I just watched, the next time I took over and we progressed quickly to full on sex"
 
"Jesus," I breathe as I shift in my chair, my cock starting to swell in my shorts. "That's... Shit."

I gulp at my Jack and Coke, already pretty drunk, but needing all the courage I can get for apparently TWO confessions I was ready to make it to you tonight.

"Does it... make me a monster that I've fantasized about... that exact same thing happening with Emma? At least the 'her catching me' thing. I seriously can't believe that it actually happened with you and your dad. But... well, baby, I actually think that's really hot."
 
I listen to you and am about to answer when the monster word clicks

"Wait!!!! are you calling my Dad A MONSTER??????????????????????????"
glaring at you.
 
"Wh-what? NO! Not at all! I guess I just always been ashamed of my own... family fantasies, because of how society regards them. That was just a poor choice of words. I just don't want you to hate me because I've had thoughts like that about our daughter. Maybe you were thinking if it was okay for you and your dad, but not for me and Emma..."
 
I listen to you stumble the apology
shaking my head

"You're not helping yourself Charlie, think about what you just said. The words, more then what you meant"
 
I sigh in frustration. "Look, I may be saying everything wrong right now. You'll have to forgive me-- considering how much I'M forgiving for YOU. You just threw me for a huge loop and my thoughts and feelings are just a complete jumble right now. So let's please not just argue over semantics okay?"

I take another swig of my cocktail, wondering if we should just change the subject.
 
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"Ok, I'm sorry you are right, you have forgiven a lot"

"I think it's normal to fantasize about a child, and them to fantasize about parents"

"I know I have about David"

"You know, well you don't but I'll tell you"
"I almost seduced him a couple years ago, he seemed to fixated on me, my boobs, my ass"
"I didn't because of you, something he did you were so proud of him!!"

"I didn't want to risk that relationship"

"I promise to lighten up on you"

"Next question my love"
 
I give a subtle sigh of relief, thankful that this isn't going to turn into an argument. We have the beginnings of an amazing, long weekend together, and hopefully a rebirth for our stagnant marriage, and I don't want anything to ruin it now. Of course, I do have more questions, but I know I need to be respectful and tactful.

"Thanks for understanding, baby. So, first of all, OF COURSE David had a thing for you. I think if everyone were just honest, and not so uptight about... things... Well, you moms are the ones who nurture us. Give us affection, love. In a different way than we dads do. Plus you're usually the first woman we get to see naked! So I think it's perfectly natural for any son to be sexually attracted to his mother. Especially a hottie like you," I smile and wink.

"Now, as for my questions about you and your dad... Well, I mean, it sounds like your relationship developed very naturally. And you obviously enjoyed it. Interesting to know that he had a bigger dick than I do, but I'll try not to be offended. But you kind of yada yada'd over the details. So... what was it like the first time you two... you know, had intercourse? Like, I know you'd already been sexually active-- VERY active-- by then. But were you on birth control, or using condoms with your dad?"
 
I realized I was being too critical and harsh on you, taking your words literally not the meaning behind them

"Glad we moved past that"

"As far as the first woman he saw naked, Yes, but he was a baby probably doesn't remember us bathing together"

"You have a lot of questions"
"Give me a miute, I want to freshen my drink, how about you?"

I get up and go back into the room, making a drink, then moving into the bedroom
What I come back out I've changed into only one of your shirts, carrying drinks for both of us

"I think maybe easier to talk if I sit on your lap, Do you mind?"
You don't of course

Sitting down, I light you a new cigarette and put the ashtray high on my thigh

"Ok so to much Yada Yada??"

"Every step of this relationship was almost as emotionally exciting or changing to me as the sexual part"
"Up until I sat next to him, in a way what I was doing was no different then what you do, when you look at Emily in a bikini or one of her cutey nighties she loves to wear"
"You know, just looking"

"But sitting next to him, was becoming part of it"

"The next step taking over was so intensely emotional and exciting"

"In my hand is the cock that made me you know from whom loins I sprung???"
"It felt right to do, but really it was I think a turning point for me"
"A point of no return"

"I was a different person after I jacked him off"

"And each time after that, it just came easier"
 
"Jesus Christ, Bec. I... I never could have... No, I guess that's not true, if I really think about it."

I grab your glass and take a swig from it, then hand it back. My head is swimming, and it's not just from the alcohol. I take a drag with my left hand, then blow the smoke up into the breeze above your head. I slowly trim the ash into our treasured crystal bauble, then reach my right arm around your waist and subtly down between your legs. I discover that you've not only removed your panties, but that your neatly-trimmed pussy is soaking wet.

"I BET it came easier every time," I joke, sliding my middle finger up and down between your slippery flaps. "But Jesus. Thinking back to the way you and your dad always looked at each other, the way you danced together at our wedding... I don't think I was the only one who noticed that it wasn't your typical daddy-daughter dance. I guess I should have seen what was going on. But it was just inconceivable!"

I take another drag and another sip. As I continue to pleasure your cunt, I say, "You're hot as fuck right now just THINKING about it, aren't you? Fucking your dad. So go on, tell me about that first time he put his cock inside you."
 
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I blush when you emphasize the word BET. Moaning as you slip your finger into me.

"That dance had more then one meaning for us. I it not only was the usual father/daughter dance at my wedding."
"But also at that point, a goodbye dance, we had planned to stop the intimacy between us"
"That's the main reason I was crying then"

"I assume you mean when he first fucked me????"
"Not so fast, do you remember when we started dating?"
"The first sexual thing I did when we got past the kissey, feeling stage?"

"Kind of tradition for me really thinking about it. All the men I've been with 99% of the time, I start the sexual part by giving them a blowjob!!!"

"With Dad it happened a bit different"

"When I would jack him off, I discovered that he was a huge cummer, sprayed cum everywhere, gave me my first facial actually"

"The third time, I acted without thinking and capture him in my mouth just as he came"
"Again so much cum I had trouble keeping up"

"I should mention, that for the most part Dad was a once and done type of guy"
"So usually after orgasms, we talked some and then said goodnight"

"The next time, we were starting off the same way. But instead of jacking him off"
"I stood up, in front of him, he was looking at me like what are you doing"

"I wore then, like a do now his dress shirt as a nighty. I always have"
"I unbuttoned it slowly looking into his eyes, then I slipped it off, tossing it on the couch next to him"
"His eyes were huge!!!! Up until then he hadn't really seen my tits naked"
"I was only a B cup then, so not that big, but perky!!!"

"I knelt down between his legs, taking his cock in my hand, maintaining eye contact"

"I said something like, let's do it this way tonight"

"I leaned forward and started sucking him, up and down. As I said he was bigger then I was used too, so took some adjusting"

"I wasn't good at deep throating yet, so couldn't take all of him, but I got most of him"

"I remember he was mumbling, something like Oh My God!!!!!!"

"He didn't last very long, that was a surprise honestly"

"He started warning me, he was going to cum, so I just intensivied what I was doing"

"Then he came, God that man!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"It shot out my nose he came so hard!!!!!!"

"I swallowed over and over again, managed to get most of it down"

"He told me after, that this was the first time anyone let him finish in their mouth AND swallow it"

"Mom wouldn't even suck him"
 
I give you an evil grin and pick you up off of my lap by the armpits, setting you on your feet and standing up myself. I look around the dark empty courtyard and pool, then slip my khaki shorts and boxers down and off. I slide my chair out and to the side of the table a bit, then sit down with a semi-erect and leaking penis. "Why don't you show Daddy how much you love his cock? Get down on your hands and knees, baby."

I take a swig of my dwindling cocktail and quickly light a fresh cigarette, then look at you expectantly and nod at my crotch.
 
Laughing softly

"Not fair, I've given you 100's of BJ over the years!!!"

Kneeling down, taking your cock in my hand
"But still one of my favorites to suck"

licking just the tip, catching your precum, and instead of swallowing, rubbing it on my lips

"It's supposed to be a natural lubricant right?????"

"Maybe I should lick it onto Emma's cunt for you????"
 
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"Jesus Christ, baby!" I yelp as my cock lurches and spurts a dollop of pre-cum. "That might be the hottest thing you've ever said to me! Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Is it just telling me about you and your dad? Because fuck, I want you to tell me EVERYTHING about him if this is what turns you into a perverted slut."

I put my hand on the back of your head again and force your face down until my cockhead is wedging its way into your throat. "Fuck yeah, take it, my good girl. Take it all in your slut throat."
 
I smile
"Well thought you'd want me to do that!!!!!!"

"It's partly from me being honest about Dad, but also what you said about being attracted to her"
"And cause I'm a bit drunk!!!"

Swallowing your cock, I've always loved the good girl remarks!!!!

"You like my slutty mouth and throat don't you honey!!!!"
"So did my Daddy!!!!!"
"And He got to use it a lot!!!!!"

reaching up to cup your balls as I lick your shaft wand swallow against your cock
 
I'm becoming literally insane with lust hearing you talk like this. Neither one of us has been especially vocal when we've had sex. At least, I've never been comfortable talking about fantasies and memories while we were fucking. Maybe you've just been holding back all these years because you knew I wouldn't reciprocate. But I'm all in now. And I'm quickly learning some secret buttons to push with you to make you even hornier and sluttier.

"That lucky motherfucker! Or should I say daughter-fucker? Well he's gone now, so from now on, **I'M** your daddy. And you're my good girl slut from now on. Fuck, if I had known all of this, and known what it did to you years ago, we would have been fucking three times a day, babygirl."
 
I'm loving this so much, your mind is so much more twisted then I thought, or maybe because I'm telling you about my very very taboo relationship

"He was a daughter fucker and kept fucking me after I became a mother too!!!!"
"He'd STILL be fucking me, if he was still here, would you like that baby!!!"
"Or I guess I should call you Daddy now"

"You like how slutty your babygirl can be Daddy????"
"Knowing I've fucked so many men????"
"But always wanting your cock in me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
 
Your unbelievable, insane confessions have driven me to the point of no return. I've grown past the point of insecurity or jealousy about your past lovers now. Just knowing that my mostly prim and proper wife has been a complete slut for all these years, even fucking her own dad, and apparently even after we were married, causes my testicles, swollen from the brief roadhead you gave me on the drive here, to convulse and release their load.

"FUUUUCKKK!" I force your head back down until your nose is smashed against my hairy lower abdomen, my mushroom cap wedging into your grasping throat. I grab a fistful of your short hair and hold your face against me as the first huge jet of sperm forces its way up my shaft to spurt straight down your neck.

"Ah, shit, babygirl! Swallow it, slut! Gulp that baby batter down."

Your eyes bulge out and tear up as I thrust my member in and out of your throat, pumping glob after glob of thick creamy goo straight down your gullet.
 
I am loving you getting so forceful with me, something you've never done before

choking on your cock and your cum as you shoot spurt after spurt down my throat

I think by far the most you've ever cum for me before.

I can't breath, but I don't want to be released yet

It seems like ever since you found the pictures, I've changed

wanting and craving for you to be rough, call me names treat me like a whore almost.

Actually like a whore!!

"I think that was the biggest load I've gotten from you ever honey!!!!"

"Loved it Daddy!"
 
We both gasp and wheeze for a few moments after you pull off of me. "Jesus Christ, Bec," I pant. "I'd forgotten how good you are at sucking cock. I used to tell my buddies you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Oh, and I'm sorry for holding your head down like that. I guess I kind of lost my mind for a moment."

As you get up and slip back into your chair, I light up a fresh cigarette. I blow it up into the night air and notice you leaning up to smell a whiff as you wipe a small glob of my cum from the side of your mouth.

"I wish we had done this years ago, baby. Not just taking a long weekend away together, but really come clean to each other about everything. I feel like I'm finally getting to know the real you even after all these years. So in the interest of full disclosure... well, have to admit that I've been watching a lot of bisexual porn for the past two or three years. Like, threesomes. Where the guys are doing stuff with each other and the woman participates... And, well, does that gross you out or anything?"
 
"You told your buddies I was good at sucking cock??????????"
pretending to be mad, but the truth is, I'd shown more than one of them skills

"Because of how sex started for me, giving blowjobs became very important to me"
"I like it when you take control more!!"
"Always before our sex was good, but you were not as aggressive as you could have been, to loving I guess"

I reach out, take the cigarette from you, stub it out
Then take a new one, and light it for you, handing it to you.

"I know about the bisexual porn honey, you do a lousy job or clearing your search history"
"The first thing comes to mind, is I think I'm too greedy to share a cock with you"

Smiling at your shocked expression.

"Honestly I'm ok with it I've been in 3 somes like that and while at first it was weird to see"
"It's kind of exciting to watch"

"My question to you is this"
"Is this something that you want to explore for yourself???"

"I know for a lot of guys it's a fantasy only, but there are more bisexual men then most people realize"
 
I breath a sigh of relief and smile at you, grabbing your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thanks for not freaking out or judging me about the bisexual stuff. I'm not actually attracted to guys, I just... well, I've kind of become fascinated with cocks. I've... chatted with a couple guys online while we were both jerking off, just talking about women. But then I started picturing them stroking themselves and, well, it started making me horny. So I guess it is something that I'd like to try sometime? Maybe just sucking a guy off. And then see if I like that and if I might be comfortable with... you know, butt stuff."

I take a pull off the Marlboro you lit for me, then place the crystal ashtray on your bare thigh and trim the ash before leaving the cigarette there and standing up, my cock still semi-erect. "Baby, I'm so glad that we're doing this. ALL of it. So I'm going to make us some more cocktails and I would love to keep talking, if you're not too tired."

I grab our mostly-empty glasses and step back through the open sliding glass door. Then I pause and look at you, frowning a bit. "And yes, I used to tell my buddies quite a bit about you. And now I have to wonder how many of them you fucked."

Then I pad in towards our little kitchenette.
 
"With all I've done to damage this marriage, it's nice in a way to know that you too had some secrets!!!"

"If you want, and there is no pressure, we can make it part of a 3 some, or you can find a guy who is curious, or willing to let you experiment with sucking him"

"That would be whichever you'd be more comfortable with"

I trim the ash on your cigarette again so the cherry is on the bottom of the ashtray, feeling the heat on my thigh. Wondering again why I like doing this now

Watching you go make us drinks.

"Honey if you want to know who I've slept with I'll tell you. But be sure you want to know the answer before you ask the question"
"I'm done lying to you about things, especially sex"

"just remember the only one of my extra men I loved was my Dad"
 
I quickly make another couple Manhattans, hoping I got them right. I prefer my Jack and Coke, but I want to bond with you every way possible now. Then I step through the living area and see you sitting at the little wrought iron table on the balcony. There's enough light coming from inside to illuminate you, but you're looking at my empty chair as if someone was sitting there.

I watch you trimming the cigarette in our ashtray, then holding the smoldering cylinder between two fingers like a proper lady, away from your face because you still don't like the smell. But I see you having a conversation with an imaginary person, gesturing with the Marlboro and quietly laughing at some joke your imaginary friend, or possibly lover, just said. I can only imagine you ever actually taking a puff on a cigarette, and seeing you play-act like a confident, elegant smoker is making my cock swell again.

As I step back out onto the balcony, you quickly place the cigarette back in the ashtray. "Here you go, my love," I say handing you a drink, then grabbing the cigarette and sitting back down. "So. About your previous lovers. I don't necessarily want to know about all of them. But there are a couple of my friends that I'm curious about. Like why you hooked up with them, what you did with them, and if you'd want to do it again. Say, Jerry, and Sam? I know they were always hot for you. And now I'm curious if you ever fucked them. And I'd like to know who was your favorite lover over all these years and why."
 
I'd been daydreaming about us talking, where it may go. What you may want to know, and how much I really should tell you. Some of them are pretty bad looking at it from the outside
You interrupt me bringing me my drink

"Thank you honey"
Taking a sip
"You know you don't have to drink one, I know you prefer Jack & Coke"

You ask about your friends specifically Jerry and Sam. I pause a moment
"They never told you????"

"Well at least they didn't lie about that!!"

"Yes both Jerry and Sam, also Fred"
"Several times over the years"

"They were fun although not the most inventive of lovers"
"And you'll be happy to know about your size down there"

"My favorite lover, well my Dad was my hands favorite, but if you mean other then him"
"My last one, I think you met him once. Steve from the office, the IT guy"
"I know looks kind of nerdy and is shy around people"

"Well he was and don't get mad at me, the best at eating pussy I've ever been with!!!!"
"God made me cum like 20 times one afternoon, one after the other"

"He also an don't ask me how was able to make me squirt almost every orgasm he gave me"
 
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