I'm Ken Smith; I was adopted at the same time as a girl called Carol Jones by one family, so grew up as if we were siblings. When we were just still eighteen we married and were both virgins until our wedding night. Later we started our own massage business, though we each only dealt with clients of our own sex.
That was until I was unable to carry on as I'd been crippled from the waist down in an accident. Grudgingly my wife took over my male customers, though I was jealous and drilled a spy hole to watch her. Eventually under extreme pressure from our chaotic shortage of finances she reluctantly agreed to perform sexual favours for her male clients.
Amazingly watching my wife with other men stimulated me so much I'd regained feeling in my lower body. Jack a sixty five year old man paid her badly needed money for a topless blowjob. Later he becomes only the second man to fuck her and the first to have her arse. He also persuaded her to initiate his hermaphroditic 'son' into sex.
With my health improved by voyeurism I was able to have sex again; so my wife agreed with me we should try for a baby. We'd agreed to attempt her impregnation that was just before we received an unexpected letter, when my wife read it she collapsed in shock!
She stammered, "I ----just can't believe, this -- it must be wrong I---- read this letter, Ken, for gods sake read the letter!" What had caused my wife such anguish? Had I been exposed as the compulsive wife-watching voyeur I'd become?
But we were in a far more distressing predicament altogether! Jack the old man told us we shouldn't have children together as we were brother and sister in fact twins and he was our lost father! Worse still we'd been conceived by his incestuous relationship with his own twin sister.
They had one more child; our brother Daren but there was a problem as he was diagnosed as a hermaphrodite or of the third gender. As they were concerned that their incestuous relationship had contributed to his problems Jenny our mother had herself sterilized.
Jack warned if we had offspring it would double up the chance of abnormalities in the gene pool and they could inherit problems! He urged us because of this not go ahead with our impregnation plan!
We had a meeting with Jack our father and he offered to answer our questions.
He explained how he'd been able to get us authentic birth certificate forms with false particulars on. He'd done so by fucking and impregnating the fat lady who worked in the office that supplied them.
It was Carol that suggested we should all put our cards on the table about our sexual needs and problems. We agreed, although I was worried about how frank we could be without tearing our relationship apart, especially as my wife asked me to go first.
With trepidation and shame I realized that Jack knew I was a voyeur so I couldn't cover up my disgusting obsession. I said, "Carol I've only ever had sex with you, but I became jealous of your male massage clients. Then I ---- well I ---- made myself a spy hole from the gym into the massage parlour.
I swear Carol; I did it originally to try to protect you if something went wrong. But then I --- started to get feelings in my legs and --- penis. With every sexual act you did with other men --- the more I got turned on and slowly recovered use of my lower half.
Carol I said with tears of humiliation, "I feel I've let you down, encouraging you to act as a sex object, allowing you to sell your body, to prostitute yourself to save our home. I'm so sorry!" Can you ever forgive me Carol please?
My wife held my hands and hugged me to her breast. She kissed me tenderly and said, "There's nothing to forgive lover, come on let it all out, tell me all about your feelings."
I looked at my lovely wife with love and continued, "Carol when you were fucking another man I got so turned on I came without touching myself, it's so degrading. You see I felt inadequate and yet had this overriding compulsive need to watch you cuckolding me; I even had an intense but biologically illogical desire to see you being impregnated by another man.
How could a husband want this for his own wife that he loved so much? I felt humiliated by allowing other men to touch you. I was such a wimp for being unable to protect you and worse still I hated myself for actually enjoying watching and wanting it to happen to you. Shamefully even these feelings of humiliation and my own degradation turned me on and made my cock hard.
By then, watching you have sex with others was making me recover my own sexual competence and coming to my senses at last, I wanted you to have my children. I'd just persuaded you to have my babies when Jack gave us that terrible news that's completely shattered me. I do love you Carol, so much it hurts, please don't leave me now you know I'm your brother as well as your husband, I need you!" Then I broke down in uncontrolled shaking and sobbing.
Carol hugged me again and said, "Before you blame yourself too much Ken I'd better tell you my story. I noticed strait away that you'd made a spy hole, that's because you hadn't cleaned up the drill debris properly. I was mad at first, how dare you I thought, then I reasoned if you wanted to watch me massaging men's bodies what harm would it do. As you were paralysed it couldn't have been with a sexual motive but to protect me.
However knowing you were watching me Ken reignited my exhibitionist tendency. So I started to do sexually naughty things for some of my male massage clients at their request, being deliberately sluttish and unfaithful to you for the money they offered.
At the same time I always ensured you could see everything, being watched gave me a real sexual buzz. So you've got nothing to blame yourself for Ken, I enjoyed putting on a show for you and as it has revitalized your body so no harm was done."
"I'm so relived Carol," I said, "But can I ask why you seem to prefer old men instead of the young hansom ones you could have had sex with?"
There are several reasons," Carol replied, "The minor ones are that young men could become possessive and want to take me away from you who I love deeply and will never leave. Also most had wives and young children and no way did I want to break up their families.
However the main reason is, as well as my exhibitionism I've developed a fetish about old men, especially ones with huge cocks. I'd better explain how this obsession developed and had almost been veiled by my psyche while we were happy together.
Since you were crippled I hadn't had sex and my longings returned to tempt me to cuckold you. To be truthful I've many, some may think rather kinky sexual obsessions. I hadn't played out any before you were injured and probably wouldn't have gone ahead with them had you been sexually available.
One was to earn money with my pussy, to charge men, preferably old men to fuck me for payment. Sometimes when we had sex I imagined I was a call girl servicing a John for the money. I'd even been tempted to get a separate phone and advertise in men's magazines for really old men to fuck me a slut wife. I'd then send in a lewd photograph of myself and caption it, only men over fifty need apply, the older the better.
But I never had the nerve to get the photo taken so didn't go ahead with it. Our new situation after you were crippled allowed me the opportunity to incorporate three of my naughty obsessions at once. I could fuck old men for payment and exhibit my body and infidelity to you my crippled husband who couldn't stop me even if he wanted to. So will you forgive me Ken, you're married to a dirty old mans prostitute and exhibitionist?
I said, "Of course Carol I really love you and your quirky sexuality makes you even more alluring, perhaps my accident had a silver lining after all! But I'd like to hear how your obsessions developed if Jack doesn't mind?"
"Please continue Carol," Jack confirmed, "it's fine with me, I find all things about kinky sex erotic!"
One day several months after I had become of legal sex age and six months before we got married. I was messing around with our aunt's makeup in their bedroom and found some sexy magazines. I had to have a look, there were a lot of pretty girls with large breasts but there was also some studs posing with them. These guys had really big cocks and what surprised me most was although the girls looked in their twenties the guys were old at least fifty or sixty.
I read some of the stories in the magazines and they were all about how big the old men's cocks were. Also these girls gushed about how they were turned on by the old men's massive dicks.
The stories described in graphic detail why they were so much more sexually fulfilling than younger guys. I got the message that young guys were just out to get there own rocks off and not interested if it was good for the females. How the old men had learned to have so wonderful control and took much more time to bring the girls to orgasm because they had so much sexual experience.
The letters pages were full of stories by young women who had married old men or had taken one as her lover. It seemed normal that the men would be twenty years older than the ladies. They invariably had far bigger cocks as well and spent a long time with foreplay making sure their ladies were ready. These old men would always bring their woman to multiple orgasms before coming themselves and still stay hard when they had come ready to fuck her again.
There were other considerations to, these old guys had already made there way in the world. They had top executive positions and vast salaries. One girl explained how she now lived in a mansion with a swimming pool and servants. When she lived with a young hansom guy they never had any money and as both had to work flat out so were usually too tired for sex.
I'd thought women actually married the rich old men for their money. But girl after girl explained this wasn't right; it was for their bigger cocks that worked so much better at pleasing them.
I was engrossed in a very steamy story where the seventy-year-old man had a twelve-inch dick. I was rubbing my pussy vigorously when I was almost caught with my pants down literally, when I heard our aunty and uncle coming up the stairs so I hid under their bed. As you know Ken they weren't blood relatives and we just called them aunt and uncle.
