How Far Will They Go?

Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age.

Wife pushes husband to have sex with their son on a TV game show for big prize.

Chapter One

I have what I thought was a wonderful, peaceful life with my wife Barbara, my twenty-year-old daughter Jennie away at college, and my eighteen-year-old son Jimmy who is about to graduate high school. I'm Peter and this is about my bizarre odyssey thanks to Barbara, my wife of 24 years.

Barb has become addicted to a few shows on pay TV. Some are benign enough--cooking shows or home shows. But one or two are surprisingly unusual for her as they are erotic or even pornographic. She has always been strait laced like me. I work in a conservative industry--banking.

When I came home from work, I saw Barb sitting in the living room watching tv. When I came in, she quickly changed the channel.

"What's on Barb?'

"Nothing you'd be interested in Peter," she said nervously.

I thought to myself she must have been watching one of those risqué shows she didn't want me to know about on a channel which showed up on our credit card bill with an odd title: 'HOT Takes.'

"Dinner is almost ready hon."

"Ok. I'm going upstairs to change. Do you want me to tell Jimmy to come down?"

"Sure."

We all sat down and began to chow down. During dessert I said, "Barb, what were you watching on that channel that you don't want me to see? I know you seem to love it, but it must be far out there if you are afraid to show me."

"Pete, it's naughty and you wouldn't like it. Anyway, we shouldn't talk about it in front of Jimmy."

"Hey, I'm 18 now," Jimmy asserted.

"Well, Jimmy, I am sure you are mature, but it really is pretty wild. I like it because it's so out there, cutting edge and well, fun. The opposite of us!"

Annoyed, I said, "Barb, you really need to get your head out of the gutter and stop watching those shows."

"Peter, the one I really love is very sexy but also at times funny. Anyway, it's sort of a game show."

"Oh, I like game shows." I replied.

"Well, I am not sure you'd like this one. But contestants can win an amazing amount of money if they are willing to go outside their comfort zone. Maybe beyond what is considered acceptable in society today." Barb looked at me with a bit of apprehension but also anticipation as to how I would react.

"Really? How much money Barb?" I asked.

"Well usually up to a few hundred thousand dollars but in the upcoming competition--the season finale--the total potential is $1 million."

"That's crazy Barb! I can't believe that."

"It's true Pete!'

"Barb, what in the world could be worth $1 million?"

"Oooh, that sounds fun," said Jimmy.

"Jimmy, whatever it is it's not for you so cut it out," I said.

And that's where it stayed for two weeks. And then one afternoon when I came home Barb was waiting for me like a tiger ready to pounce.

"Peter, we need to talk."

"What's up Barb?"

"Remember that show I was telling you about? The one where they can win lots of money?" she said excitedly.

'Yes, Barb," I said annoyed that she is still watching that show.

"Well, as I mentioned, the season finale is coming up and they have asked for people to apply to be on the show. Pete, we could win a million. Think about it--we could pay off the mortgage and have money for Jimmy's college education and for Jenny's last two years."

"Barb, you really want to go on one for those crazy shows. Will you have to do something you'd regret? Get naked or something?"

"Well, Peter, it's not me but you. And, um, Jimmy," she said.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. Are you crazy?"

"Peter, I don't know what came over me, but I applied for you and Jimmy."

"What? No, no, no! It's not happening Barb."

"But Pete, you don't know what it is about, and it is a lot of money even if we don't get the jackpot."

"Ok., Barb. Let's get it over with and just tell me what this is about."

"I will Peter, but you have to promise me you will let me finish before you say anything."

"O.k. Barb."

"So, they have a season finale that consists of three episodes filmed over a week. It's a show I love. It's called 'How Far Will They Go?' I know it's sounds out there and not our usual thing, but it is so riveting. The season finale is called Straight to Gay for Pay."

I yelled, "What the hell Barb! Are you nuts? Why would I be interested in this?"

"Now Peter you promised!"

"O.k., ok., Barb. Go on and get this over with."

"The idea for the show is that two guys who are straight end up making out and for more and more money do sexy things and then go further in the end for the grand prize--actually be intimate."

"Be intimate? I said. "Barb, what the hell does that mean?"

"Well, you know, kissing and doing sexy stuff like oral sex and more for the grand prize.'

"I see," I said.

"What do you think Pete?" she said with great excitement in her voice.

"Barb, I think you need to see Doctor Kane and ask for a referral to a psychiatrist because you've clearly lost your mind."

"Peter, it could be fun. Different, I know, and maybe it is outrageous. But it would spice things up for us."

"Spice things up for us? You mean for me! Barb, I am not gay. I'm not even Bi. Why in the world would I want to do that and be publicly exposed like that and on TV?"

"Peter, you appreciate money and there is a lot at stake here. And haven't you ever wanted to push your own boundaries?"

"Barb, I think we should end this here. I have a splitting headache."

"Oh, Peter, there is one more thing I should mention. The finale has one more piece to its title: "Daddy and Son Edition."

"Barb, you can't be serious!! You want to drag Jimmy into this? And if it means Jimmy and me doing things together that's illegal, it's incest. You have lost your fucking mind."

"Peter, the producer told me it's filmed in Spain and incest is not illegal if it is consenting."

"So that makes it ok? Jesus, Barb. I don't know what's gotten into you. We are done here! I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight."

"Peter, don't be silly, if it's not something you'd consider, ok, it's done. Forget it."

The following week a letter came from the show's producer. When I came home, Barb was so excited.

"Peter, Mr. Gold, the producer of 'How Far Will They Go' wants to meet us to see if we are suitable for the finale."

"What are you talking about? We didn't apply," I yelled.

Looking somewhat sheepish, Barb said, "Well I did Peter. I thought it was a long shot, but he was impressed by our wholesome, vanilla, family values and profile."

"Good God Barb! What am I going to do with you? Honestly, I am worried about you"

"Peter, just promise me you will think about it over the next five days. He wants to meet us on Friday. Just think about it and tell me Friday morning."

As the days ticked by, I wrestled with this crazy idea Barb had. On Thursday evening there was knock on the den door. It was Jimmy.

"Dad, can we talk?"

"Sure Jimmy. What's up?"

"Mom told me about the show?"

"What? Jimmy, forgive her she is not herself. She doesn't know what she is asking."

"Dad, it's ok. It's means a lot to her. I listened to her reasoning and her excitement. I know its crazy but I get it. She finds it sexy and erotic and the money can't be beat."

"Jimmy, you can't be serious. Are you telling me that you would be willing to get naked on TV and do unmentionable things with me for the world to see?"

"Dad, if I had to do some of those things to make that kind of money with anyone, I'd rather it be you."

"Oh Jimmy, that's nice but how would I ever face people at work, in our family, our friends, or you after doing that? I'd rather die. And, honestly Jimmy, the whole idea repulses me."

"Dad, no one we know would be watching that show. And even if they did, so what? You always taught me to be strong and be my own person. And it may repulse you but lots of straight guys experiment with guys--think of it as an experiment. One and done."

"I don't know Jimmy. I just don't know. I can't fathom it. Deep down everything in me says this is insane. Thank you for sharing your feelings about this but I really can't wrap my head around it."

"Ok Dad. Whatever you decide is fine with me. I love you."

"I love you too Jimmy. Good night."

I didn't sleep much that night. I kept wrestling with this crazy idea. The debauchery of it all but also it's eroticism. I found myself getting a little hard thinking about it and then being embarrassed and angry at myself for thinking about my son that way.

Friday morning Barb was already up. Coffee was made and an unusually elaborate breakfast was waiting for me.

"Good morning, Peter."

"Good morning, Barb."

"Well Peter, have you thought further about the show?"

"Barb, I have. It is still the craziest idea you have ever come up with. It is fraught with danger for us all. It could ruin our lives. Do you understand that?"

"Peter, I think you are overreacting. I do realize it has potential issues but none we can't deal with."

"Barb, I am willing to see what this producer guy says and what his idea is with this show. Then we can make a final decision. But I am warning you I think it is crazy. Are you really ready to see your husband and son in that way? I mean Barb, we aren't gay and we are father and son."

"Peter, yes. I find it at so erotic and naughty. And that is what I think the viewers will think too and it will be a hit."

Chapter Two

We left for the studio after lunch. Mr. Gold insisted that we all be there, so we brought Jimmy with us.

Chloe, the producer's assistant met us at the entrance. "Hi Jacksons! Mr. Gold is ready for you. Please follow me."

Mr. Gold greeted us with his booming game show voice saying, "Well hello Barb, Peter and Jimmy. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Let's get right to it. I think you three may be perfect for our show."

I interrupted. "Mr. Gold, three of us?"

"Please call me Bill and yes, the three of you. We think an added element would be to have Barb present for some of the action and how should we say, participate."

Barb now looked panicked and said, "Participate? Mr. Gold, uh Bill, what does that mean?"

"Well Barb, we thought you could kick it off with some comments about the two of them to give us some color about what they are like and their likes and dislikes. Also, at some point in the show help them get it on by encouraging them with some sexy talk. Whatever you think would help."

"I see. Uh, ok. That could work I suppose."

I looked at her quizzically. I still can't believe her!

"Now, Peter and Jimmy, to know if you will do telegenically, I need you both to strip. We will then take some pictures and review them to make our minds up." Chloe brought a photographer in.

I looked at Jimmy and Barb. Jimmy was way ahead of me having no reticence since he was used to being naked in the locker room with his teammates. The photographer started snapping pictures. I was struggling as I have never been naked in front of Jimmy much less a room full of strangers. But I slowly started to take off my clothes.

Bill studied Jimmy and said, "Jimmy, you have a great body. Your mom wrote that you are a swimmer. And your body shows you are athletic and in great shape."

Looking at me, he said "Peter, you aren't too bad either though you have what we would call a typical dad bod. But that's perfect for the show--the dad has some extra padding, and the son rocks a great body."

Jimmy smiled. I was not amused but the reality of his comment struck a chord of truth.

"Mr. Gold, please tell me exactly what this involves," I asked.

"O.k. guys here's the deal. Our audience wants to see a dad get it on with his sexy son. They want to see affection, love, hot make out sessions and in the end, they want to see you guys sucking and fucking. Fucking doesn't have to be guaranteed at this point just honestly be open to the possibility. If its not a possibility, then we are done here. But we usually find the money and the audience encouragement helps get contestants to where we want you."

I said, "Jesus, you are pretty open about what you want to get out of this. No holds barred it seems I'm not..."

Barb jumped in sensing I was getting anxious. "Mr. Gold, Tom, why don't you explain how the money works."

"Sure Barb. Petey, this is pretty simple. Viewers use our internet portal to send requests and price tags for actions. For example, someone might write in and say, have Daddy jerk his son off for $10,000. Or some number like that. We weed out the crazy requests and outrageous amounts for simple things. Some contestants have had relatives or friends sign up and ask for large sums for very simple things to get done fast with a big payday. We have gotten good at weeding that out."

Glaring at him I said, "Mr. Gold, I am Peter or Pete, not Petey."

"Ok. Sorry Pete."

I asked, "Mr. Gold, why us? Surely there are other fathers and sons who would be much better at this and more open to such crazy, raunchy, behavior."

"Well, Pete, its because of what Barb wrote about the two of you."

"What did she write?" I asked skeptically.

He replied, "She said Jimmy hasn't been dating any girls lately and so wondered if he might be gay and that he has a rather large cock when he is hard."

Embarrassed, Jimmy yelled, "Mom! Where did you get that idea!! I have been intensely training for the state swimming championship and studying trying to get a scholarship to college. I haven't had time to date. And how do you know about my size?"

"Sorry, Jimmy, I just thought...well about your size, I happened to open your bedroom door to bring your clothes in from the laundry and you were jerking off. I didn't know you were home. I couldn't help but notice. I backed out and put your clothes down at your door."

"And, Pete, Barb won us over when she described you."

"What did she say about me?" As I said looking at Barb with great suspicion.

"Well, Pete, she said you are conservative when it comes to sexual things. You like the same old, wham bam when fucking her. You never experiment. Never push outside your boring--oh, sorry--conservative comfort zone. This is just what we want. Someone who would never do anything like we are going to ask him to do and do it for an audience."

I glared at Barb. I looked at Jimmy and he was redder than could be and as embarrassed as I was. I am not sure if his embarrassment was more for me or for him.

"O.k. guys. I must get on to finish some planning for our trip to Spain. You have until tomorrow at noon to let me know if you are in. It will be a blast. Seriously. You will get to experience things you never thought possible or enjoyable. And make a shit load of money. Maybe become stars! And you get a free trip to Spain and the Costa del Sol. Ciao."

On the way home there was a deadly silence in the car. No one said anything for a long while. Finally, Barb started talking. "Peter, I am sorry about what I said to Tom. I was just trying to get him interested in us and..."

"Enough Barb! Enough. I don't want to talk about it now."

We pulled into the driveway and went into the house. Dinner was like being at a wake. Silence all around. After dinner, I went into my study and poured myself a large glass of scotch.

So many thoughts swirled around my head. This is so outrageous. I can't believe Barb would want us to do this. It's disgusting and sordid. We would be ostracized by our family and friends because surely, they would find out.

I kept wrestling with it. The money is amazing of course but does one's sense of morality and ethics have a price tag? And having sex with my son? How disgusting is that? As I thought about it I noticed I was starting to get hard again. I shook my head and fought the thought. NO! This is wrong. Period.

The knock at the door brought me back to reality. It was Jimmy. "How are you doing Jimmy?"

"O.k. Dad. How about you? You seemed very upset with mom."

"Jimmy, you heard things no child should hear about their parents."

"Dad, it's ok. I'm an adult, a big boy."

Why it popped out I don't know but I said "so I have heard." We both looked at each other and cracked up laughing.

Then Jimmy asked "Dad, are you considering it? What are you thinking?"

"Jimmy, it's really crazy and way over not only my comfort level but way over what is morally acceptable to me. And I love you deeply. You are my son. But I love you in a normal father-son way, not sexually."

"I get it Dad. I have thought about it a lot too."

"Tell me what you are thinking Jimmy."

Jimmy explained, "Well, of course it's not something I would have ever thought about doing. But the money is undeniably a strong incentive. Even if we don't get to the $1 million goal, we would certainly make a few hundred thousand, I am sure. That's a nice piece of change. And it's not illegal in Spain so we don't have that to worry about."

He continued, "I checked into how much the subscription is for this show. Since it's the season finale and is promoted internationally as a never before blockbuster they are charging a premium--$100 per episode. So only people with lots of money and this particular interest would be viewing. I'm sure no chance anyone we know would see it. Finally, Dad, I am game if you are."

"Jimmy, you have really given this lots of thought. Jesus, I don't know."

"Maybe afterwards, in a weird way, it would change how mom feels about your sex life."

"God am I that boring? She never said anything to me. This is a hell of a way to bring about change. Why not just tell me what she wants to do or say she wants another lover."

"Jimmy if we did this crazy thing, it might change, it might ruin our relationship forever. If we came away feeling dirty or disgusted, we might also resent mom for wanting us to do this.'

"Dad, nothing could ruin my relationship with you or mom."

"Ok Jimmy. I need to be alone and then try to sleep."

"O.k. Dad."

I kept running it all through my head. I couldn't get clarity. It's crazy, immoral, bizarre, and a little bit sexy and arousing. How did I even let it get this far. I got second and then third glass of scotch and after a while I fell off into dream land.

The next morning at breakfast Barb said, "Good morning Peter. You didn't come into bed last night."

"I fell asleep in my recliner in the den."

Jimmy came down. "Morning mom, dad."

"Morning Jimmy," said Barb.

I grunted a bit, nursing a hangover and nodded.

Barb said, "We must give Tom an answer today. I have thought about it more. I promise whatever you two decide I will be fine with. I am sorry I pushed this as hard as I did and so quickly. But I really never expected to get a positive response for this season's finale."

"Barb, last night Jimmy shared with me that he is open to it." Barb burst into a broad smile and said "Thank you Jimmy."

"Barb, I am worried beyond imagination that people we know would find out, that it will ruin our relationship with Jimmy and each other. And I am very hurt that you never told me you were dissatisfied with our sex life. I may be 'conservative and boring in bed' but I love you and I would have done my best to change."

"Pete, I am so sorry. I love you too and nothing will change that. I am not sure why this show captures my imagination so much or why I find the whole concept of straight men exploring their sexuality like that. But it turns me on so much."

Jimmy jumped in, "Mom, TMI!"

I looked at Jimmy and said, "If we do this, we won't have many secrets left so our sex life will be an open book. And if this ever gets out, you know I'll be fired, and we will lose our friends and family. It's easy to say it won't get out, but nothing is really private or secret for long on the internet and in public, especially when an international audience sees it."