Startling Revelations (pt. 01)

Heather didn't know who to talk to. Her husband, Mark, had told her last week that he was OK with her occasionally having sex with other men if she wanted to! Just like that, completely out of the blue!

She was so baffled that the rest of it just kind of washed over her without really registering. It had been a confusing one-sided monologue of "hall passes," "Hotwives," "Vixens," "Stags," "Bulls," "MFM threesomes," "gangbangs," "watching," and more. She was confused, hurt, and overwhelmed. Mark tried to reassure her, but she had been so shocked and hurt by the suggestion that she have sex with other men that she felt like she didn't even know him--hadn't ever known him, in fact--not really.

But where to turn? She didn't want to tell any of her friends; it would probably be all over town in days if she did. And she couldn't imagine telling a professional who didn't know either one of them, getting impersonal one-size-fits-all advice in return.

Mark had to go out of town for work for 2 weeks, so at least she didn't have to try to think with him in the house, adding to the confusion. But being alone wasn't helping, either. Finally, she went to her parents' house for a few days. Her dad was gone for a 3-week trip overseas, so it was just her and her mother.

She had tried to put on a brave face with her mother, but, of course, her mother, (Alice) quickly deduced that something was wrong. Still, Alice just let her be, talking of plans for her own garden, the latest town gossip, and other trivialities. Heather listened with only half an ear and even less attention.

Suddenly, her third morning there, Heather spilled it all. Alice sat beside her and hugged her as she tearfully told it all between gasping sobs. Alice just listened and wordlessly comforted her.

When Heather finally got it all out and got herself under control, her mother made several statements:

"You love Mark very much." Heather nodded.

"He loves you very much." Heather hesitated a minute, but, considering, finally nodded.

"Mark's a very good man." Heather raised her head and looked at her mother hard, trying to figure out whether she still believed that. Recent events caused her to wonder.

"I've always believed he was the best man I've ever known, Mother," Heather admitted, "but how could a good man even suggest what he did?!"

Alice pondered and considered a moment, then said, "Let's go to the kitchen, I will make some coffee and hot chocolate and heat up those wonderful sweet rolls, and we'll talk." So they retired to the kitchen. Alice excused herself a few moments, then reappeared and set to work on coffee, hot chocolate, and sweet rolls.

As they sat, sipping coffee and nibbling on the luscious sweet rolls, a tap on the back door interrupted. Alice opened the door to admit Beth, Mark's mother. Beth came to Heather and hugged and kissed her, then sat beside her with hot chocolate an oversized sweet roll.

Alice broke the awkward silence abruptly, saying, "Beth, Mark has given Heather permission to have other men, sexually."

"Well, now! That's a big one, isn't it, Honey? How did you respond?" Beth asked Heather.

"I was too shocked and confused--then too angry--to respond!" Heather said with much force.

"Pretty much the way I responded when Renè offered me the same freedom, I'm afraid," Beth said, then, "How about you, Alice?"

Alice nodded and smiled wryly, saying, "Yep."

Heather looked up sharply at Beth, then at her mother. Her mouth moved wordlessly, as if to say, 'What happened to my world, my husband, my sanity?' Had she really just heard her mother AND her mother-in-law say that her father AND father-in-law had made the same horrifying speech to each of them that Mark had given to her? What could possibly be real anymore? it was as if every part of her underpinnings were kicked out from under her.

"Yes, darling, your dad offered me that same freedom many years ago. I was just as baffled and confused--and angry as you, I'm sure. I thought he was trying to make me a whore for his own voyeyristic pleasure," Alice confided.

"Daddy?!" Heather demanded, "my daddy gave you permission to have sex with other men?!"

"Yes, dear, he did," Alice responded, then considered further response.

Beth chimed in, "Renè noticed me visually appraising and appreciating a handsome, athletic young man who kept our pool and just blithely said, 'I would understand if you seduced him, dear.' Just like that. I assumed he was being facetious and I played for time, saying nothing. He said, 'You are still a very beautiful, utterly sexy woman, and half the young men in your college classes want to bed you--and all of the male faculty do!' You could have knocked me over with a feather. As he continued, I knew he had obviously given this a good bit of thought and consideration."

Heather's face and eyes asked the obvious question ('What did you think?').

"I really couldn't think, so I just listened and tried to keep calm, endeavoring to hear his words, understand his meaning, and figure out why he was saying this--rather than letting my shock, my surprise, my confusion, and my anger, cloud my mind." Beth concluded.

"Mom, how did it go with you?

What did Daddy say? How did you handle it?" Heather probed.

"I was pretty hostile, accused him of being a pervert, accused him of wanting me to have sex with other men so he could have sex with other women, asked if he wanted a divorce, and so on," Alice confessed.

"So how did you move on, Mom? How did you keep living together?" Heather asked.

"Well, we just talked our way through it, had lots of conversations about it over several weeks. He told me his reasons and his thought processes. Little by little, he convinced me that he did not want to sleep with other women, that he wasn't trying to make me a whore, and that what he wanted most was for me to get all the fun, excitement, joy, pleasure and fulfillment sexually that I wanted and needed. It took a lot of convincing, I tell you. I assured him that he was enough for me," Alice paused, then, "Later, we discussed this some more. After a while, the idea seemed to arouse us both, and it became hot, sexy pillow talk for us. We watched some Hotwife and Stag & Vixen porn videos. We read some "Loving Wives" stories that we found and liked on Literotica to each other. The upshot of it was that we left it that way for about a year, but after each venture into the subject, he assured me that--if I wanted to have sex with someone, it was all right, but to let him know beforehand. I kept telling him that wasn't going to happen."

Beth chipped in, "Renè told me essentially the same things, all focused on it being all about me and my pleasure and sexual fulfillment. He was so sincere that I believed him immediately. I had enjoyed several lovers before we met and married, so I knew what I was missing being married and faithful!" she laughed, "but I told him that I'd pass. He nodded, but said that if I ever wanted to have another man, to let him know. I guess we talked about it off and on, but there was no need for another man, and I was pretty satisfied with our sex life."

Alice jumped in, "In order for you to try to understand the process and the path Beth and I ultimately took, and to consider whether you might go down such a path, you should consider many questions--and be entirely honest with yourself in answering them. You don't need to tell us your answers, and it may take a long time before you know--or can accept your own honest answers."

"What questions?" Heather asked.

"I was getting to that," Alice answered. "Questions like:

Would you like to have more excitement, adventure, variety, fun, sensuality in your sex life, or a lot more sex than you're having with your husband?

Did you have a lover or several lovers before getting married? If so, do you miss the variety?

If you did not have lovers, if you could go back now and have several fun lovers, would you do it? Would you enjoy it?

Do you often meet or see men you find very attractive?

Do you often feel strongly drawn to other men physically and like to chat and flirt with them, even entirely superficially and harmlessly?

Do other men seek you out to talk, have coffee with you, discuss work or other issues? If so, do you like the attention?

Do you sometimes get a tingle when certain other men touch you or even brush against you, maybe even just shaking hands?

When you catch certain other men staring at you or watching you, do you kind of like it?

Do you sometimes like to be the center or focus of attention?

When other men overtly flirt with you, do you like it and respond--or wish you could?

Do you fantasize or have dreams about having sex with other men? If you do, do you enjoy it and go with it, or do you feel shameful and guilty?

Do you often see men that, if you weren't married and bound by social convention and inhibitions, you would gladly have wild, passionate sex with?

Do you ever look at men you find charming and attractive, and wonder what they look like naked, how long and thick their cocks are, how they taste, how well they fuck, how good they are at oral sex, how many times they could fuck in say 4 hours, and so on?

Do you love to cum, and want to do it a lot more, with a lover, rather than covert masturbation?

"I'm sure there are other questions, but that's a start. But you have to be honest about how you feel and what you want, or it's a waste of time. Failing to be honest with yourself is a waste of your life," Alice concluded.

Heather sat silent, eyes downcast, having shown a few little, subtle reactions to the questions. Notably, she had squirmed, and her nipples were hard and extended, poking out clearly against the thin T-shirt she had on. But neither Beth nor Alice mentioned their observations or pushed her to confront the questions.

Beth waited a few moments, then resumed her story, "I did nothing to try to take advantage of René's permission to be with other men. Then, one day I got a call from Troy, an old colleague, one of my former lovers. He was coming to town and hoped to see me. We made lunch plans, and met. The old chemistry resurfaced, we flirted unmercifully, and by the time we parted, I could no longer deny that I wanted to fuck him. I mean, I REALLY wanted to fuck him!" Heather winced at the vulgar vernacular.

"That evening, I told René I had lunch with Troy." Beth continued. "He asked how that had gone. At first, I simply said, 'Fine,' and left it at that. But I knew I had to talk to René about my urges. So, I first asked René if he recalled our previous conversation where he extended me their permission to fuck other men, guilt-free. He nodded, but said nothing. 'Well, if that is still your offer, I am pretty sure I will agree to Troy's request for a date.' I told him. René just smiled a little and gave me a look that signaled the unspoken question 'And,' so I said, 'And I will probably fuck him.'"

Beth paused, then resumed, "'Do you want to me to be there?' he asked. I shook my head. 'Do I need to speak with him to let him know it's all aboveboard?' I shook my head again. 'Bon, good!' he told me, 'Go, enjoy yourself, enjoy, fuck him to your heart's content! Just come home when you're done. Take plenty of condoms--and use them, enjoy yourself, and return to us.' So that's what I did."

"Did you...," Heather began.

"Did I fuck him? I most certainly did! I spent the weekend with him, fucking ourselves to sleep, waking up, and doing it all over. Oh, yes, honey, I fucked him a lot-- and I loved doing it. When I got home, I was half expecting René to be angry with me, or distant, hurt, maybe even gone. Instead, I was surprised; he was quite attentive--and aroused. He wanted to fuck me immediately, and he did--very hard, very possessively, very lovingly. It was like when we first married!" Beth revealed.

Heather looked shocked, but also a little less stressed, maybe as if enlightenment was dawning. "Then what happened," she asked.

Beth resumed, "After the first time, I dated Troy many times, and René wanted to hear details of every date, so I told him. Strangely, he became very aroused by my recounting of events on my date. Between the fuckings Troy gave me and the fuckings René gave me after my dates, sometimes I could hardly walk for 3 days!" Beth concluded.

"Have there been other men

for you?" Heather probed, now much more intrigued.

"Oh, certainly! I imagine between then and now, I've probably fucked nearly 100 men, some only once or twice. I like men very much, and I have a very large sexual appetite. I feed it often and well. My favorite lover was probably an ex-soldier student who was nearly my age. He was funny and intelligent, and he had the courage to ask out his professor with no hope of success or reward. He was fun to talk to, and he liked to swim at the beach. We took a light picnic supper and he invited me to swim. Neither of us had suits, so we swam naked. I enjoyed looking at his chiseled, scarred body, and without actually consciously deciding to do it, I was soon riding his cock on the beach as the sun sank into the ocean. I think some people watched us from a distance, but I couldn't have cared less. He could really fuck! Over that semester and the next three, I fucked him maybe 60 times. He was so gifted and talented! I can honestly tell you that if he walked in right now, I'd let him fuck me any way he wanted to, even right here on this table with an audience!"

Beth paused and looked closely at Heather, then asked, "Is all that too much for you? I'm sorry if it is too graphic or extreme for you. I just wanted you to know that your father-in-law offered me that chance, and I took it, and neither one of us have ever regretted it. We've actually had more and better sex with each other after I started fucking other men than before. I'm sure Mark just wants you to have the same exhilarating freedom--and exquisite pleasure. For René and me, it has been a really good thing--for both of us."

Heather sat there overwhelmed and dumbfounded for a couple of minutes, but certainly intrigued. Then she asked Alice, "Mom, what did you do? You talked about the role-playing and pretending, did you ever go farther?"

"Oh, my goodness, YES!" Alice gushed, "Here's how it went. I encountered a younger man while out shopping one day. Somehow, he just captivated me; he was tall and dark and handsome and exotic. He chatted me up and seemed enthralled by me. It was like I was hypnotized. We walked around the shops together, laughing and flirting, eventually holding hands, then with our arms around each other, in all regards like a romantic date," Alice told her.

"Did anything else happen, Mom?" Heather asked, tentatively.

Alice looked at Heather and smiled benignly, then continued, "He never asked me to go to his place. He never asked to fuck me. He didn't force me. We got to his place and I almost attacked him. I stripped his clothes away and I lost mine. I sucked his rather large cock like a woman possessed. I had always given blowjobs only when begged to do it, but I WANTED to suck his cock!"

Heather winced at the graphic tale, but also licked her lips unconsciously.

Alice resumed, excited as she recalled that wild, unbridled passion, "He pulled me up and slammed me against a wall. My legs and arms immediately wrapped around him, and he buried his cock to the hilt in my pussy. He was strong and he bounced me up and down on his cock feverishly. I feared the wall would cave in! I came so hard I think I passed out momentarily.

"When I came around, he had me leaning out a window, fucking me like a machine. My upper body was thrust through the open window, my tits hanging out and bouncing wildly as he fucked me from behind. People passing by smiled at our good fortunes that day. I was totally naked and getting fucked like a bitch in heat--and I didn't care at all about other people seeing or knowing what we were doing. I just wanted him to keep fucking me! I came raucously and hard. Finally, he carried me outside and sat my ass down on the bannister railing, both of us completely naked, and stood between my legs fucking me with slow, deep strokes. Apparently he was important and well-known in the neighborhood, and they gave approving cheers for our fucking. It was so good, it deserved standing ovations and curtain calls! When he came, it was hot and thick and felt amazing!

"I woke up at about 1:30 in the morning. I found the phone and called your daddy. He was upset because he was worried, but happy I'd used the hall pass and had such a good time."

"Did you see him again?" Heather queried, almost sure she knew the answer.

"Of course!" Alice continued, "Baranco (for that was his name) took me home. After that, we had regular sessions every week for about 5 years. I enjoyed it immensely. Your daddy often watched and usually joined in to help fuck me. I was quite insatiable. I had about a dozen other lovers occasionally over that 5-year period, too. Your dad still shares me and I have a couple of fairly regular fuck buddies now."

"Now, like right now?!' Heather said incredulously. Alice was 51, and Heather had no idea about women that age and their sexual appetite.

"Yes, dear, your mother still loves fucking and all the rest of it!" Alice laughed, then confided, 'I... um... I was actually getting fucked doggie style on the coffee table in the living room when you called to say you wanted to come home. Remember how I sounded all out of breath? Well, it wasn't from running to the phone; it was from taking his 9" salami-sized cock in my pussy from behind!"

Even Heather smiled a little at that, though she was aghast that it was her mother saying it. Then she said, "Wow! I never dreamed anything like this existed, and certainly not that women I know were involved. It's so unreal," Heather admitted. Then she asked Beth, "Are you still active, are you still...?"

"Fucking? Yes, I am still fucking René and a few other lucky men. 'Fucking,' 'fucking'; it's a fun word for a most enjoyable activity. Try it out! By the way, I know you met my son through your mother and me. Have you ever wondered how your mother and I met and became friends?" Beth asked.

Heather admitted that she hadn't really thought about it. Beth said, "Remember the ex-soldier I mentioned? Well unknown to me, he was also fucking Alice!"

Alice nodded, smiling, then said, "And everything she said about him--about Derek--was entirely accurate. He was a great fuck--and so charming and sexy!"

"Well," Beth resumed, "One of us got our wires crossed and we both showed up to fuck Derek at the same time. I guess we both had our wires crossed because he was fucking another woman when we got to his place. So Alice and I ducked around the corner to get a drink, and got to know each other. Ultimately, you and Mark met and fell in love because your mothers were both looking to get fucked by a man not our husband because we had both been given permission to do that by our husbands. So, you shouldn't feel badly about the whole thing, don't you agree?"

"I'm going to go to bed. My mind and my body are exhausted and my emotions are quite topsy turvy." Heather told them good night, and went straight to bed. It was only 3 in the afternoon, but she was blasted.

Sixteen hours later, she awakened, feeling refreshed, and somewhat clearer headed. She had slept soundly, interrupted by three vivid wet dreams, and wild, fleeting snatches of fantasy of wild, wanton women fucking multiple virile men. This morning she had a real humdinger of an idea.

Beth was back this morning, and she and Alice were in the kitchen, drinking coffee. "Good morning," she said as she came into the kitchen.

"Well, good morning, baby! How did you sleep?" Alice asked her?

"Hard and long," she said.