Charlie sat dumbfounded. He wanted to ask the executor if he heard him correctly, but the uncomfortable silence in the room told him that his mother and sister both heard the same thing. Charlie looked up at his mother- Grace maintained her gaze on the executor, expecting him to continue. She could not avoid her son's gaze, however. She looked at him and simply said "We'll talk about it later."
Charlie turned to his sister- Hannah was looking at their mother with the same dumbfounded look. She looked at Charlie with an expression that told him she was as shocked as he was.
Charlie's father had left him a hard drive with footage of his mother getting fucked by other men? Not just 'a man,' but 'men?' TWO-HUNDRED hours of footage? Father was a cuck? This image did not align with the strict, loving parents who raised Charlie and his sister. He couldn't bring himself to believe it.
The remaining proceedings went without incident. The executor asked if there were any questions- there were none. He encouraged the family to contact him right away with any questions they might have. He left the family- and the aforementioned hard drive- in the room. Charlie immediately turned to his mother.
"Is there something you wanna tell us?" he demanded.
Grace turned and faced her children.
"Let me make this clear," she began. "This started
after
the two of you were born. Neil was and has always been your father. I don't want there to be any doubts about that."
"So, it's true?" Hannah asked.
Grace sighed.
"Yes, it's true," she replied.
Again, Charlie was dumbfounded. He struggled to find what to say in response. Before anyone could ask 'why,' Grace continued.
"Neil had strange desires. I never understood how or why he would... be into such things. He asked me to do it. I never had any desire to betray my husband, but I did it for him because that's what he wanted."
"But even so..." Charlie started, unable to finish.
"Even so what?" Grace retorted. "Questionable or not, my husband insisted on it. Besides..."
Grace paused for a moment before continuing.
"Our bedroom had gotten cold after Hannah was born. This was the only thing that seemed to get him interested again."
Charlie couldn't believe it. What kind of man willfully gives his wife to another man? Let alone gets off from it?! His father wasn't that kind of spineless weakling, he was stronger than that! He knew he was!
"I don't know why he wanted you to have it," Grace continued. "We've kept it from you for this long. Why he decided to leave you with this is beyond me."
There was a brief silence before Hannah muttered "He wanted us to know the truth."
More silence. No one knew what else to say about it. Finally, Grace stood up.
"I'll meet you both back at the house. I'll cook dinner for us," she said.
Charlie and Hannah nodded as their mother left them in the room. Charlie picked the hard drive up from the desk where the executor left it. A whole library of his mother whoring herself out for the viewing pleasure of his cuckold father. When did his family get so twisted?
***
That evening, Charlie and Hannah ate with their mother in the dining room of their childhood home. They made small talk, making little mention of the impending funeral service, and no mention of the hard drive or its contents. After dinner, Charlie kissed his mother on the cheek and went up to his old bedroom. He booted up his laptop, fished for an old connector cable, sat in his chair, and had almost plugged the hard drive into his laptop when he heard a knock on the door. Hannah was peeking in. When she saw what he was doing, she let herself in and shut the door behind her.
"You're really gonna watch it?" she asked.
"Whatever he wanted me to see, I need to see it," Charlie said.
Charlie plugged the hard drive into his laptop and watched his screen load as Hannah stood behind him, leaning over his chair. His screen was populated by a column of thumbnails. Some were grainier than others, but many of them showed an image of his mother sitting next to a tall, dark man that Charlie did not recognize. He clicked the first thumbnail. A video opened up with a runtime of 28:47. It was dated back 30 years ago. Charlie would've been five at the time, and Hannah would've been two.
The video started with his mother- who would've been 32 at the time- sitting next to the dark stranger on the edge of a bed. He had his arm around her shoulder. She wore a pink bra and panties, and the stranger wore a pair of grey shorts.
"Hi," a voice said from behind the camera. It sounded like his father.
His mother and the man both waved at the camera.
"How are you guys feeling?" Neil asked.
"Kind of shy," Grace said. "I'm not used to a camera."
"What about you?" Neil asked the stranger. He shrugged.
"I wouldn't say nervous, but this is definitely a new experience for me. Hope you get my good side," he joked.
"What's happening here tonight?" Neil asked.
"I'm going to fuck your wife in front of you," the stranger said.
"Do you want that?" Neil asked his wife.
"If that's what
you
want," Grace shrugged.
"It is," Neil affirmed.
At that, the stranger stood up, holding his hand out to Grace.
"Shall we?" he asked.
Grace took the stranger's hand and let him pull her to her feet. The stranger tilted her face up towards his and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The kiss was slow, passionate, and audible. Neil circled back behind Grace as the stranger's dark hands slid across her milky skin. He slid his hands under Grace's panties and squeezed her ass while he kissed her.
"Who the hell
is
that guy?" Hannah asked.
"I have no idea," Charlie said. "Never seen him before in my life."
Of all the family friends and odd acquaintances over the years, this man was not one of them. Charlie racked his brains trying to recognize him, but he simply did not know him.
"Get on your knees," the stranger instructed Grace.
She obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of him. She pulled his shorts down, revealing the man's cock. It was large- the size one would expect to see in an adult film. Was the man a porn actor? A gigolo? Grace began slowly stroking the stranger's cock from the base to the glans. She then took it in her mouth, sucking half of his length. She slowly and methodically traced inch by inch with her lips. Little by little, she took it deeper, appearing to struggle as she went further down his length.
"Don't be shy," the stranger said. "I know you can do it."
At that, Grace opened her mouth wide and steadily engulfed his full length in one stride. With her nose buried in his pelvis, she held his cock in her mouth for about five seconds until she pulled away, gasping for air. Saliva trailed from her mouth to his cock.
"Good girl," the stranger praised her.
"Thank you," Grace said, half gasping.
She stroked the stranger's cock some more, and then took the full length in her mouth again, as if to prove it wasn't a fluke last time. She held the full length down her throat for another five seconds before pulling away.
"Oh my god," she gasped. Her mouth was stained with saliva and pre-cum.
The stranger chuckled.
"Let's take this to bed. Take off your clothes," the stranger ordered.
Grace stood up, wiped her mouth, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She laid her naked body on the bed. The camera remained fixated on her as she stripped and laid down. The stranger had apparently taken a step toward her when Neil finally spoke up.
"Wait, Solomon."
Grace looked at Neil. There was a pause.
"Just let me look at her for a moment," Neil said.
Neil pointed the camera at Grace's feet, and then panned up her body slowly. He captured every inch of his wife's naked body- her feet, her long, milky legs, her neatly trimmed bush, her flat tummy, her perky breasts, and finally her face. Grace gave the camera a shy smile, blushing at the attention.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked.
"The most beautiful of them all," Neil replied.
There was another pause as Grace blushed. Then, the stranger- Solomon, apparently- knelt between her legs. He met Grace's pussy with his mouth. She closed her eyes, rested her head, and began to moan in reaction to his cunnilingus. Solomon was evidently skilled with his mouth and tongue, as Grace continued to moan and began to arch her back. Neil focused the camera on her face.
"Does it feel good, honey?" Neil asked her.
"Uh-huh," she nodded with closed eyes.
The camera zoomed out to a full view of Grace as Solomon continued eating her out. Eventually, he climbed into bed with her, parted her legs, and slowly buried the full length of his cock in her pussy.
"Oh my god," Grace moaned as she was filled.
Solomon squeezed Grace's breasts as he delivered long, smooth strokes. She moaned as he worked her slowly.
"Look at me, Grace," Solomon instructed.
Grace opened her eyes, looking into Solomon's.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
