All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story.
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Robert asks his wife, Liz, about them participating in the swinging lifestyle.
Continued from Chapter 03:
"Funny? Did you forget that my mother worked as a stripper and earned her money as a prostitute? Did you forget that my mother is a whore, an incestuous whore, who had sex with all four of her sons for years? After I told you countless times, did you forget that my mother was never home and never there for me?"
Obviously having heard this same, sad story before, he let out a sigh of boredom.
"I didn't forget," he said in a quiet voice.
Unable to silence herself, as if saying it out loud every so often was therapeutically cleansing, she felt compelled to reiterate all that happened between her and her mother again.
"Other than plenty of beer and hard liquor, there was never any food in the house. She forgot my birthdays nearly every year and I had many Christmases where we didn't even have a tree, never mind gifts," she said suddenly looking so sad and looking at him as if she was about to cry. "Unlike the other girls in my school who paraded their new clothes to school all the following weeks, I never had a new outfit for Easter."
When he reached out to touch her shoulder, she shrugged him away.
"I'm sorry, Baby," he said.
She wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Whenever she was drunk or drugged out of her mind, not knowing who the hell I was, she always forgot my name and called me, Hey, you," she said. "Can you imagine that? She forgot my name and called me, Hey, you. Hey you," she said this time shaking her head in disbelief. "Hey, you."
He looked at her with more sensitivity than he had before.
"I'm sorry," he said rubbing her back.
She shrugged his hand away again. Obviously, she was pissed at her husband for lusting over the woman she loathed.
"Obviously, a mistake at birth, she never wanted me. I don't know why she didn't abort me. Maybe she knew that I was her son's child. Maybe that's the reason why she didn't throw me in the trash as she did with her condoms, needles, and empty booze bottles," said Liz with more realization than sadness.
He moved to give her a hug but she moved away.
"I won't talk about your mother any more. I promise," he said.
Instead of talking to him, she stared down at the floor and talked to the carpet.
"You had a normal life with a normal mother and father. You forget that my mother is indeed a nasty bitch cunt and a dirty, cum bag of a whore. She will always be a cocksucking slut but if my Mom sexually turns you on, then, you should go for it. You should fuck her. You should have her suck you. You should fuck her in her ass. Really, you should," she said. "With her having lots of practice, I bet she's really good in bed. I bet she's a much better fuck than me. I bet she could suck you dry."
Robert shook his head in frustration. Instead of sexually exciting her with what he thought was pillow talk, he had angered her. As if he had poked a sleeping bear with a stick, he had really upset her. He should have known better, especially after the last time he brought up what it would feel like to have sex with her mother. With her jumping down his throat and them having a big fight the last time he mentioned her mother and sex in the same sentence, he should have known better not to bring up her name again.
"Liz, c'mon. I was only making pillow talk by wondering what it would feel like to have sex with your mother. I really didn't mean anything by what I said. I was only trying to sexually excite you, that's all. Imagining having sex with other women, especially their mothers and mothers-in-law is what all men do," he said. "You blew this all out of proportion because of the history you had with your mother long before I came along. This is all on you and not on me."
Obviously not convinced that his sexual lust for her mother was just pillow talk, she gave him a hard stare.
"After you eat her nasty pussy, you should have her suck your cock, cum in her mouth, and watch her swallow your cum. You should feel and suck on her saggy tits instead of feeling and sucking on my firm breasts. You should divorce me and live with her. Obviously, it's my mother you want and not me."
Now obviously knowing he had crossed the line, he looked at her with shame and embarrassment mixed with sexual excitement. Then again, with him incorrigible in his sexual desire for her mother, obviously, she sexually aroused him by telling him that he should eat her mother's pussy, fuck her mother, and have her blow him. Obviously, in the way he was sexually thinking about her mother before, no doubt, he was sexually thinking about her mother even more now. Obviously, in the way that he was sexually lusting over his mother-in-law before, no doubt, he was sexually lusting over his mother-in-law even more now.
"Jesus, Liz, I'm not going to have sex with your mother," he said obviously lying. No doubt, if he could have sex with her mother without her finding out, he would have sex with her mother. "I was just wondering what it would feel like to have sex with her, that's all. In the way that most men sexually fantasize and incestuously lust over their mothers and mothers-in-law, it was just a sexual fantasy and nothing more than that."
In the way he was suddenly staring off in space, he was obviously thinking about fucking her mother, eating her cunt, and her sucking his prick while he felt her big breasts and fingered her erect nipples.
"Without a doubt, my mother would let you fuck her in her mouth," said Liz. "In the way she still does with my brothers, my mother would definitely blow you and allow you to cum in her mouth. She'd let you fuck her pussy and even fuck her in her ass. Definitely, you could make my mother your dirty, whore of a cunt bitch. My mother is and has always been a nasty whore," she said pushing him away.
He reached out to touch her and she moved away.
"I'm sorry to have upset. I'm sorry to have opened up old wounds. I'm sorry, Liz, really I am," he said with sincerity.
She moved further away from him on their king-sized bed.
"Get away from me please. After this disturbing conversation, you ruined the mood and I obviously won't be having an orgasm. Thanks for nothing," she said.
Chapter 04:
Robert removed his cock from his wife's pussy and reluctantly moved off of his wife.
"C'mon, Liz, don't be like that. I was just trying to have some sexy, pillow talk," he said. "You took everything I said the wrong way. You took all that I said personally and to the heart instead of just accepting it for what it was, sexy, pillow talk," he said pausing to read his wife's reaction. "You know that I'd never have sex with your mother. You know that I'd never have sex with your best friend. You know that I love you. You know that you're the one that I want, not your mother and/or your best friend."
She shot him a dirty look.
"Sexy, pillow talk? Is that what you call it? You call talking about having sex with my mother while your cock is buried in my pussy sexy, pillow talk? How dare you? You call talking about my best friend blowing you while your cock is in my mouth sexy, pillow talk? How dare you? That's fuck up, Bobby. That's really fucked up. You're really fucked up," she said giving him the dog eye. "I don't call any of that sexy, pillow talk. I call that nasty, insensitive talk about my whore of a mother and my best friend from my asshole of a husband," she said sitting up and bed putting on her nightgown.
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Someone is in a bad mood today," he said. "Are you getting your period again? Are you going to be on the rag soon? Is there a full moon? Are your hormones off again? Have you lost your sense of humor? Or are you just in a bad, fucking mood and itching for a fight?"
She looked at him with anger. She looked at him with disbelief. He ruined what started out as a nice, sexy morning. She thought she was going to have an orgasm and now she's not. Now, she'd be sexually frustrated the rest of the day until she masturbates herself.
"Fuck you, Bobby. Fuck you," she said shooting him a poisonous look. "God, you're such a fucking asshole," she said giving him a look of hate instead of love.
She looked at him thinking of what to say while knowing whatever she said wouldn't make a difference.
"C'mon Baby, don't be like that. We were having fun. Let's get back to having sex," he said.
She pulled away from him when he reached for her arm.
"How would you feel if I told you that I'd like to know what it feels like to have sex with your father and/or your brother? Even worse than that, how would you feel if I said, I wonder what it feels like to have sex with your father and your brother, while I was having sex with you? How would you feel if I said I wondered what it would feel like to blow all of your friends while I was sucking your cock? How would my saying any of that make you feel?"
His eyes widened and his cock hardened. Instead of giving her a remorsefully, guilty look, he gave her a sexually excited look.
"Be still my heart," he said clutching his chest as if he was suddenly having a heart attack. "Actually," he said pausing to give her a sexually excited look and to let out a dirty laugh, "if you're willing, I'd like to discuss you having sex with my father and/or my brother," he said with a big, loud laugh. "That would be so hot and I'd love to watch you sucking off all of my friends too. Wow! That would be so hot watching you in the middle of a circle jerk while watching all of them cum all over your face, your, and your tits. Wow!"
She pushed him away when he felt her breast and fingered her nipple through her nightgown.
"Fuck you, Bobby. Fuck you. Get those images out of your mind because none of that will ever happen," she said staring at him as if trying to understand him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You'd actually want me, your wife, supposedly the love of your life, to have sex with your old father and your perverted, kid brother? How dare you?" She gave him a long, hard look. "Jesus Christ, Bobby. What kind of whore do you think I am? I'd never have sex with anyone but you."
