Slut Wife Stepmom Pt 04

Brenda spends some quality alone-time with Tina

[All characters are 18-years or older.]

Slut-Wife Stepmom; Part-4

(Recap from Part-3)

Exhausted, Bryce rolled off of Tina, but pulled her into a side cuddle. "God, that was fucking awesome!" he said after a deep breath. "

You

are fucking awesome!"

She rested her head on his shoulder as she ran her hand across his chest, and said, "So, um, what I said about your father just now didn't gross you out?"

Bryce thought for a moment, then answered, "Well, he's my

step

-dad, so that changes things a little, I guess, but I can see how you'd think he was hot. And when I asked you about two guys, I was actually afraid you might say Jack, so that you said my father was actually a relief."

"

Jack?

Ewe!" she said. "I'm sorry I did it with him once;

that'll

never happen, again!"

"But you

would

screw my dad? I mean, if the opportunity presented itself?" he asked.

Feeling far more comfortable in her new uninhibited-girlfriend role than she would ever have imagined possible, she thought for only a second or two before answering, "Yeah, I think I would ... if, you know, it was okay with you."

"Can I be there to watch?" he asked.

"Just watch?" she replied with a suggestive lilt.

"Not for very long!" he answered and turned his head to give her a kiss.

"So, would you screw Brenda?" Tina asked after the kiss. "I mean, she

is

sexy as hell, and she's not your real mom, either."

Bryce's mind scrambled for a way to reply to her question that wouldn't be some sort of evasive non-answer or a lie that he'd regret later.

In a classic saved-by-the-bell moment, Brenda called out from the kitchen, "Bryce, honey! I'm home. Are you here?"

(Part-4)

"Oh, shit!" Tina said as she hopped off the bed and started scrambling for her clothes.

"Jeez! It's been an hour?" Bryce said looking at his clock, but more in relief than panic. "When I said you were coming over, she said she'd leave us alone for an hour to ... you know, talk things out."

"Really?" Tina said as she pulled on her pants. "My folks would go through the roof if they came home and found us

talking

in my bedroom with the door closed. And they sure wouldn't have left to let us do it!"

"Yeah, I know," he said as he got off the bed and picked up his shorts. "I'm sure glad you didn't get their prude-gene." Again, he sang, "...

I love you just the way you are

."

Dressed, they went into the kitchen and Tina said, "Hi, Mrs. H," as the color came up in her cheeks a little, guessing that Brenda surely knew what they were doing while she was gone.

"Hi, kids," Brenda replied. "Are things okay between you two, now? I hope I gave you enough time to talk things out. I hated that you two had broken up. You seem so good together." To Tina, she added, "And you're such a sweetheart. I told Bryce he was a knucklehead if he didn't try to work things out with you."

"Thank you for that," Bryce replied, "I think we got some things out in the open that both of us had been ... well, maybe repressing, I guess. I think we're going to be okay." He hugged Tina close to his side, and added, "Don't you?"

She gave him a passionate kiss--something she would never do in front of

her

parents--and answered, "Oh, I think we're going to be a lot more than

okay

." Turning to Brenda, she said, "Thank you for giving us some alone-time to sort things out. We discovered some things about each other that we probably never would have talked about if we hadn't broken up in the first place."

Once again, a little color came up in her cheeks as she thought about what those things were. Like talking filthy; taking a hard cock down her throat; taking a finger up her ass and sticking one in Bryce's; sharing her boyfriend's cum--mixed with her own--with him; the idea of being watched by her boyfriend while she fucked another guy. She had to force herself to stop thinking about it all or her pussy was going to get wet, again.

"Well, I'm happy for you, sweetheart," Brenda said with a warm smile. "For both of you. Being open and honest with each other--and with yourselves--is key to a healthy relationship. That's how Mr. H. and I keep our love strong; no secrets, no lies, no regrets." She then gave the two of them each a hug.

Reluctantly, Tina had to leave to go home. She was already out far later than normal, but her parents had given her some leeway because she told them she was going over to try to work things out with Bryce. They really liked Bryce. He was a fine, polite boy whom they knew could be trusted not to lead their daughter astray. And she had told them that Bryce's stepmom would home. They had met Brenda and liked her very much. Brenda could be quite charming and seemed to know instinctively when to keep her

open-minded

side well hidden.

After a long kiss good-night at the door, Bryce came back into the kitchen, and Brenda said, "Well, you've obviously made up over the cheating thing; I'm happy for you. So, did you find out anything about Tina's sexual appetite? Aside from the fact that she apparently can't go two weeks without getting laid. Did you happen to get into

your

sexual appetite? Masturbating to Internet porn; having a spy-cam in your stepdad's bedroom; screwing your stepmom?"

He laughed, and said, "Actually, we had just gotten around to talking about me when you came home. Thank you for the interruption! I didn't want to lie to her, but I really hadn't figured out how I was going to explain all that, either."

Bryce then told her about getting Tina to talk openly--and in detail--about fucking Jack and the throat-poke blowjob that preceded it, and how that nasty narrative had gotten them both aroused. He told Brenda that he said to Tina that he'd liked to have seen it, and how Tina responded with a hot, explicit fantasy of getting fucked by some mystery guy while he watched. He told her about Tina's taking his cock all the way down her throat; taking a finger up her ass while he ate her pussy, and sticking her finger up

his

ass while he blew his load into her mouth. Then, how he had spanked her naked ass--at her own suggestion--and how they had fucked cowgirl and bareback ... first times for both.

Brenda chuckled, and said, "Well, I'd call

that

a successful make-up! And it sounds like my instincts about Tina being a lot like me were correct. Lucky you, if you think you can handle it."

"I think I probably can," he said. "While I was screwing her from behind, I told her I wished I had two cocks so I could fuck her from both ends at once, and she said that slut-girlfriends

needed

two cocks at once. That she called herself my slut-girlfriend was hot as hell!

"I asked her who she wanted the other guy to be, and she surprised the shit out of me by saying my dad! The thought of me fucking her cunt while he was shoving his cock in her mouth pushed me over the edge and I blew my load inside her pussy--which was my

fourth

orgasm of the night, by the way."

She smiled, and asked, "Is that a record for you?"

"Yeah, and it made my balls ache," he answered, "But damn, it felt good! I sucked it out of her pussy and we shared it, right after."

"Your dad's record is six, but we had started in the morning ... and it was our honeymoon," she replied. "But on with what you were saying ..."

"Yeah, so afterward, when we were cuddling," he continued, "she asked if saying that she would like to have sex with my father had grossed me out, and I told her I actually thought it would be hot to watch. She said, '

Just watch?

' and I said, "

Not for long!

' Then she asked if

I'd

like to screw

you

, and that's when you hollered from the kitchen."

Brenda laughed, and said, "Saved by the bell!" She then asked, "So, could you tell from Tina's voice or anything if she was grossed out by the idea of you fucking your stepmother, or turned on by that perverted, taboo thought?"

"Oh, it actually sounded more like she was

promoting

the idea!" he answered. "She pointed out that you weren't my real mom, and said that you were sexy as hell."

"Well, if it's not the conclusion that you've already reached," Brenda said, "I'd have to say from what you've just told me that Tina is a full-fledged, sexaholic, slut-girlfriend; or at least she's willing to be. The question is how are the two of you going to move forward with this unconventional relationship?"

"Yeah, I don't know," he replied. "It's not like I'm going to go tell my buddies that it's okay to screw my girlfriend and then sit there beating off while they do it. That she

is

a sexaholic, as you put it, is one thing; making that public knowledge is another. Cripes! If her parents ever found out she'd be on the street!"

"Oh, there's ways of enjoying the nympho life in private and still being regarded as

normal

by the general public," Brenda said. "Heck, you didn't know I was a nymphomaniac, cock-hungry, slut-wife until you spied on me fucking Dick, and

we

live under the same roof."

"True," he said. "But now that my other head is back to thinking clearly, I have to wonder if all of Tina's professed sluttiness was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, and it's maybe just a fantasy that she's okay sharing with me, but nobody else. Maybe she'll wake up in the morning and be grossed out, herself, at the thought of having sex with my dad."

"She wouldn't be the first monogamous nympho who liked to pretend she was a slut in private, but who never wanted to come out of that closet in reality," Brenda agreed. "And that can be fun, too, by the way, so if that's where her head is, don't push her. But I'll tell you what," she went on, "you invite her over for dinner tomorrow or the next day--before your dad gets home--I'll cook something on the grill, we can eat out on the patio, and maybe swim and just get comfortable. Then I'll see if I can ease the conversation around toward sex, and we'll see where it leads."

***

It didn't take long the following night for the subject of sex to come up, but Brenda was surprised that it was Tina who initiated it.

Bryce was inside pouring beverages, leaving Brenda and Tina alone on the patio while Brenda was grilling the chicken and Tina put together salads.

Looking to make sure that Bryce wasn't on his way out, Tina said to Brenda in a low voice, "So, you can tell me it's none of my business, of course, but have you ever, um, you know, cheated on Mr. H?"

Brenda just stared at her for a moment, and Tina realized immediately that she had put her foot in her mouth. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have ..."

"It's okay," Brenda said, "I'm not offended by the question. Just a little surprised that you'd ask. But I'm happy you feel comfortable enough that you can. Bryce told me that cheating is what your break-up was over. I'm glad that you're back together, by the way. You two seem perfect for each other. Did you talk it all out? Is all forgiven?"

"Um, yeah," Tina said a bit embarrassed recalling the language she had used to

talk it out

. "We're okay, now."

"Good! I'm glad! And, in answer to your question," Brenda went on, "No, I've never cheated on Tom."

Brenda had to fight back a smile at the disappointed look on Tina's face. She was, no doubt, looking for some kind of comfort in knowing she wasn't alone in being unfaithful. That she wasn't the only one with low morals and weak willpower.

Brenda went on, "It's not cheating if your spouse

lets

you screw other guys."

Tina's mouth hung open for a moment then she said, "Seriously?"

"Well, that's only fair, isn't it," Brenda replied, "since I let him screw other women?"

"Are you teasing me?" Tina said, knowing Brenda's sense of humor.

"Honest to God, sweetheart," Brenda replied. "Some people call it an open marriage. Tom and I call it heaven on earth. Of course, I'm a shrink-certified nymphomaniac, and Tom knew that when he asked me to marry him."

"So, um, either of you can just go out and screw strangers whenever you want?" Tina asked, the concept both unbelievable--given her upbringing--and surprisingly exciting--given her recently-admitted sexual thirst.

"Rarely complete strangers," Brenda answered as she brushed barbeque sauce on the chicken. "That wouldn't be very safe on many levels. We belong to a sort of community of like-minded--

open-minded

--individuals and couples. Back in the day, we'd be called

swingers

; today we call it

being in the lifestyle

."

"So, it's like a club?" Tina asked.

"Well, we don't have t-shirts with

Living The Lifestyle

on the back, or anything," Brenda replied with a chuckle, "but I guess you could call it a club of sorts. Very informal, though."

"

Informal

as in clothing optional?" Tina said.

Brenda laughed, and said, "That too, sometimes." She was intrigued by Tina's apparent curiosity about the idea. Many people would be aghast.

"So, like how many people are in your

community

?" Tina asked.

"Back when my folks were wife-swapping it would have been a pretty small group. Just word-of-mouth or the occasional personal ad in the back of the paper brought people together. Today, with the Internet, there's thousands of us connected. Tom and I have taken vacations where we did some online research ahead of time, and ended up invited to the house of a local couple hosting a lifestyle party with half a dozen other couples and a few singles."

"Your mom and dad wife-swapped?" Tina said in astonishment. "And you knew about it?"

"Not when I was young," Brenda said as she moved the chicken to the low heat. "They were pretty discreet. It wasn't until after I was eighteen and they came home and found me giving my boyfriend a blowjob on the living room couch that it all came out."

Tina wondered if

her

parents could possibly be closet swappers. She quickly dismissed the idea as being inconceivable. Her mother didn't own a dress that showed cleavage.

"So, did you join their group afterward?" Tina asked.

"Nope. They were just into couple-swapping and incest was strictly

verboten

," Brenda answered. "But it did take away the need for them or me to sneak around. I remember banging my boyfriend in my bedroom listening to them banging their friends just down the hall in

their

bedroom."

"Wow!" Tina said, now sure that Brenda knew what she and Bryce had been doing when she came home the night before. Then it occurred to her that she probably had left to

give

them a place to do it; to

make up

properly.

An image of Brenda silently cracking Bryce's door open and watching her ride her boyfriend's stiff cock in a cowgirl position flicked into Tina's head, and the combination of remembering the reality of sitting in his lap with his bare-back boner buried deeper in her cunt than ever before, and of the fantasy image of Brenda staring at her naked ass--with her hand pushed down the front of her shorts--made her swallow hard as her pussy tingled and wept a drop of cunt-dew into her bathing suit.

Brenda looked at Tina, and said, "I'm a little surprised that you're as comfortable as you seem to be with this line of conversation. Surprised, but happy at the same time. You're apparently quite open-minded about sex; that's a very good thing in a strong, loving relationship. I think you're probably a lot like me in that regard."

"So, um, how many guys have you, you know, done it with?" Tina asked.

"You mean different guys? In my life?" Brenda said, "I honestly have no idea. Certainly in the hundreds. If you mean since I married Tom, probably not more than a dozen, maybe only ten." She chuckled, and added, "I've settled down a bit in my old age."

Just then, Bryce came out to the patio with a tray of drinks, and said, "Can I get my chicken to go, mom? Danny just called me and his car broke down on the freeway on his way to the airport. I need to go rescue him and get him to the terminal, then go back and hang around until a tow truck shows up." He looked at Tina, and added, "I can drive you home on my way, if you want, or you can stay here and hang out until I get back, but it might be a couple hours."

Brenda turned to Tina, and with a hidden wink, said, "Please, stay. I've been enjoying our conversation. And the chicken is just ready to come off the grill."

Brenda went to the front door with Bryce, and asked quietly, "So, is this your way of taking off to leave us alone, or did Danny really call?"

"For reals," Bryce answered. "Weird, huh? I couldn't have made up anything better. I'll text Tina when I'm on the way back."

She gave him a quick kiss, and said with a grin, "Don't hurry on

our

account! The conversation is just getting good."

After Bryce left, the two women sat down at adjacent sides of the patio table with their salad, chicken, and drinks.

"So, how about you?" Brenda asked around a bite of cucumber. "How many guys have you

done it with

? Is there a little nympho in you, too?"

"Just Bryce and the guy I cheated with; his name is Jack," Tina answered, surprised at how comfortable she felt talking to Brenda about such intimate things. "Bryce, a bunch of times, but Jack just once. So, I don't know; does that make me a nympho?"

"Would you want to screw Jack again?" Brenda asked.

"God, no!" Tina answered. "Not Jack!"

"But somebody else, perhaps?" Brenda said, amused that the young girl was apparently leaving the infidelity-door open, just limiting access to who could enter.

"I, um, yeah, I think I would," Tina replied, and then quickly added, "But only if Bryce said it was okay! I don't ever want to cheat on him, again. I felt awful about that."

"And do you think he would say it was okay? That takes a hell of a self-confident man. His stepdad can handle me screwing other guys, but not too many men can do that."

"He, um, he kind of said he'd

like

to watch me screw somebody else," Tina answered.

"Well, isn't he a chip off the old block," Brenda chuckled. "So, with Jack off the table, did you have anyone else in mind for your first permission-granted exhibitionist fuck?" From her conversation with Bryce, Brenda knew that Tom's name had come up in that regard, and she was curious to see if Tina had the courage of her nympho convictions to say so. She had thrown the word

fuck

into the dialogue for the first time to try to break the ice through to another level of intimacy and trust ... and nastiness.

Tina looked at Brenda for a long moment as she chewed and swallowed her chicken. Finally, she answered, "Okay, this is going to get really weird, really fast, but ... well, Bryce's dad ... his

step

-dad, that is."

"My

husband

?" Brenda responded in make-believe shock and anger. "You want to fuck my

husband

you horny little minx?"

Tina just blinked, trying to think of how to reply to her obvious gaff.

Brenda then broke into a wide smile, and said, "I love it! And Tom would love it even more! He's told me more than once how sexy he thinks you are. Have you mentioned this to Bryce?"

"That was mean!" Tina said with a relieved laugh. "You had me going. And yes, I did mention it to Bryce. He said he'd like to be there and watch. I said,

just watch

, and he said,

not for long

. That was about when you came home."

Brenda laughed, and said, "Well, considering Bryce and Tom don't share any DNA, that apple sure didn't fall far from the tree." She leaned forward in her chair, and added, "So, here you are with permission from your boyfriend to fuck his stepdad while he watches and joins in, and neither of them is anywhere to be found. What

is

a horny girl to do?" She then leaned on her elbows, looked Tina in the eyes, and asked, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"