Author's note: The story that follows contains potentially objectionable subject matter. It is a story in which the secret identity of our protagonist is discovered. Mike, a mild mannered mid-level office guy has nurtured this hidden identity for years. That is, until his wife discovers incontrovertible proof of his alter ego. Hijinks ensue involving a good friend, ball busting, pee and scat.
If this doesn't sound like your cup of tea, please go no further.
This is an edited version of 'A Happy Disaster'. The basic story is the same as originally offered but maybe(?) a little more polished. I also decided to edit it to clean up some continuity issues that were popping up in 'Part 2' (coming soon).
I had been married to Terri for 7 or so years. We were High School sweet hearts that got separated during college and then found each other afterwards. In all the seven years of our marriage, we were very happy together. Happy, but in a rut. Almost every day seemed like the last. Sometimes we would have friends over for dinner or take a road trip for a couple of days. Not bad, but rarely exciting. Our sex was pretty straight ahead, normal stuff. Your basic fucking and sucking, trying to please each other.
Even so, I've always enjoyed sex with Terri, she is a loving partner and beautiful besides. Tall and slender but with wide sexy hips to accompany a beautifully ample ass, shoulder length dirty blond hair, small perky tits, delicate hands and a sexy sort of impish smile. The thing is, while I enjoyed the sex, it always felt like a lie. No, it was a lie. You see, I am a deeply closeted pervert.
Since I was young, my sexual fantasies have run the gamut from semi basic stuff like sex with two or more women at once, voyeurism, exhibitionism and the like. Somewhat darker or fringe interests include more extreme and kinky activities like mild ball busting, forced confession and it's companion humiliation, mind control, watersports and scat. In the past, I tried sharing these fantasies with the girls and women I was with but always to disastrous effect. Thus, I learned over time to keep my interests carefully hidden.
I couldn't actually kill my kinks though and I found that I could only exorcise them for a day or so through judicious use of porn and marathon masturbation sessions. For fuck sake, I have a terabyte usb hard drive that is very nearly full. It is organized by kink: butthole close-ups, dirty butthole close-ups, dirty panties, ball busting, scat, pee, eye contact, cheerleaders, sweaty, etc etc. Mostly photos but also some stellar video. Bottom line, there are a lot of categories! I usually keep the disk hidden on top of a bare bulb light fixture in an unfinished (and almost entirely unused) closet of our basement. Very hidden.
But this is going somewhere, right?
Well, a couple of weeks ago, late spring, Terri took a personal day off work and planned to spend the day with her best friend Maribeth. When I got home, the house smelled amazing with baking and dinner smells and I learned that Maribeth was going to join us for the meal.
Now, MB is even more impish than Terri. I love her but she's an inveterate flirt and through innuendo and open comments, she somehow always gets my fantasy engine running. This can make it hard to concentrate sometimes. MB is open, brash and forward on a small frame with red hair in a cute bob, lovely big firm tits and a slender waist. Basically, Terri's proportions but in reverse. She looks and behaves like a big breasted tinker bell.
On this particular evening, she was in top form, wearing denim shorts that subtly but clearly snugged up into her labia. Nothing so pronounced that you would call it a camel toe but it made me want to monitor the situation in case that changed. She was also wearing a tube top that would have been anything but flattering on nearly any other woman but was decidedly sexy on her. It made my hands itch as they begged for an opportunity to sort of roll the top down off her breasts and give them the breathing room they so clearly desired. I couldn't figure why, but this particular evening she was hitting a lot of my buttons with innocuous comments like "Man! I have to pee ee ee!" and then throwing a wink at me as she headed off to the bathroom. Great, now that image was stuck in my head.
Terri, by the way was wearing a pale yellow sundress that moved on her in the slinkiest way possible. She was obviously not wearing a bra as you could see the shape of her small puffy nipples through the light weight fabric. The skirt of the dress draped off her hips and ass in a way that kept me wondering about the view from below.
Anyway, dinner was great. Steak salads, crusty bread, lots of beer and good conversation. Dessert was a plate of brownies on the table.
And then, with no pre-amble or conversational segue of any kind, Terri turned to me with a little half-smile on her face and said "I found your hard drive Mike".
I wasn't immediately sure what she meant but then I felt my face get hot and a knot form in my stomach. No! There was no way she could have found it. I started to mumble something like "I don't know what you mean" and Terri turned her chair to face me and stood up. Out of some sense of needing
do
something, I went to do the same but only got as far as turning my chair to face her as she put her hand on my shoulder and then sat in my lap facing me.
She said "You know, for such a sexually conventional guy, you sure have a lot of interesting porn on that disk. The one from the closet downstairs?"
Yep, I was fucked.
She continued "I actually found it a couple of weeks ago when I had a wild hare idea of organizing the basement. I immediately took it to the computer and then I spent a couple of days, off and on going through your folders - nicely organized by the way. I carefully put it back where I found it every day. I have to say, I really didn't know what to make of it all. You've never even looked cross eyed at me and I can count on two hands how many times I've caught you glancing at another woman. I feel like I don't even know you!
I gulped and looked sheepishly over at Maribeth who was giving us her undivided attention with wide expectant eyes. I was having the hardest time trying to figure out why Terri hadn't just left me and served me with papers. Why was she delivering this humiliating bombshell in front of MB. Was it some sort of revenge? I was mystified.
As if she read my mind, Terri said "I admit, I was initially in shock. Later, I was really mad. After I cooled down though, I started to think about what an appropriate response to this discovery might be. I thought about divorcing you outright but that didn't feel right. I thought about putting the disk back and pretending I never found it in the first place but that didn't feel good either. Eventually I realized I was going to need some help and that's -- when I called Maribeth!" She said this last with a sort of 'ta-daaaa" flourish and a hand gesture towards MB. I turned to MB, feeling like my face was on fire and she just sort of smirked at me and rubbed up and down her thighs like she was getting ready to pounce.
Terri told me how she and Maribeth did a deep dive of the hard drive together. She said, "You might not know it but you actually have a personal champion in MB. She found some of your choices to be outrageously filthy but she convinced me that I shouldn't do anything without getting your side of the story. Maybe I would find that our relationship could be saved if I could make sense of this betrayal, under certain circumstances."
Realizing what they both now knew about me... The intense shame and embarrassment I was feeling made it impossible for me to say very much around the knot in my throat. I managed to croak out "I'm so sorry Terri. I can't even imagine how you must feel. What can I possibly do to make up for this?"
Terri continued as if I hadn't even spoken. She explained, "MB and I have come up with a plan together. Either you are going to have to come clean about all your deviant desires, in great detail or divorce papers will be served. Further, since MB helped me put this plan together and she's already familiar with - your disgustingly perverted desires, she will stay and be my observer. That way, I won't have to trust my memory alone about what we do here tonight." She then began to lay out the plan.
