Recap: This set of short stories are sequels to the "Wife Bang in the Stables" series, which should be read first for full context. That is, if you're into context.
These are things I have learned since the day my wife, Lisa, showed me the videos chronicling her sudden slide from loving and faithful wife, into full wantonness with my daughter's male friends and other men in the neighborhood. Her final confession of that day was that she had been the neighborhood slut for the months between the video recordings and her subsequent confession to me.
From the initial series, you the reader are already aware that while I found it all humiliating, it also awakened a horny, voyeuristic demon in me. In truth, I got caught up in the videos and found myself eagerly traveling with my wife down her new path. Moreover, we fucked almost nonstop throughout that evening and the entire night of the confession. Fortunately, the kids were away for the weekend, so they were not privy to the antics of their mom and dad.
After my wife's revelation to me, I pondered everything that had happened.
That is when several questions began to clarify in my mind: 1) What did the term "neighborhood slut" mean? 2) With whom in the neighborhood had she done it? 3) When and how?
I quickly learned the answer to question 1 and over the following days and weeks, I asked questions 2 and 3 over and over again. To her credit, Lisa provided honest, detailed accounts of each encounter. Admittedly, I was simultaneously surprised and embarrassed at each revelation as many of them happened right under my nose. Nevertheless, my cock always responded the same way, with resounding approval and the desire for more.
These snippets are some of the more memorable events that have occurred.
Finally, all participants in this disclosure are of the legal age to have all the sex they want, with whomever they want without breaking any laws.
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Wife Reveals Truth of a Particular Night
This is a continuation of the story where my wife, Lisa, told me that our daughter, Jamie wanted to have sex with me. It begins where the previous story left off.
Again. What the fuck.
It was more a statement than a question and didn't immediately leave my mouth.
Had I just heard her correctly?
I had just voiced the concern that I had no idea how to address the fact that my daughter, Jamie, loved me in more than a daughterly way.
In response, I swear I heard my wife, Lisa, answer that I had addressed it already. Albeit unknowingly.
Now, the question left my mouth, "What the actual fuck?" I exclaimed.
For a second Lisa looked nervous, but a glance down at my crotch confirmed that my cock was still straining against the cum soaked shorts I was wearing.
She smiled knowingly before continuing. "Do you remember that night we did something a little... different?"
I quipped, "Different is relative in our life right now. What kind of different?"
She bit her lower lip and her eyes glistened. "The night we tried, uh, sensory deprivation?"
Oh yes, I remembered that and said as much. "Oh yeah, that was awesome. You completely masked me so I couldn't see you and put my noise canceling headphones on me with some music, so I couldn't hear.
"As I remember, you fucked me raw that night. I was just a toy as you used me several times. I..."
My voice trailed off as a feeling hit me in the gut that something about that night wasn't right. I put my thoughts into words. "Wait a second... what does that have to do with this?"
Lisa stared at me and said one word, "Everything."
At my silence, she continued. "I told you that Jamie and I had settled our differences and were living a completely honest life with each other. She knows that I'm a slut and I know she wants to fuck her daddy."
Hearing it said aloud was still a smack in the face and I could only nod.
"Jamie and I agreed that we would tell you, but not until we were positive that it needed to be told. I mean, what if she was going through some weird phase and in a week or two, hated your guts? How could you recover from that?
"So, we, uh, planned something."
I interjected, "What are saying? What was planned?"
She put a finger to my lips and said, "Hush now baby, I will tell you everything. Are you ready to listen?"
I thought my heart and mind was confused from learning that many men have been fucking my wife behind my back. The entire time with her being a willing slut to their needs. But this, this was a completely different feeling. I was disgusted with myself, with Lisa and with Jamie.
Nevertheless, mixed in with the disgust was an overwhelming sense of need and lust. I pondered on what a complex sexual creature I had turned out to be. The more disturbing the feelings, the more my body reacted with sexual need. What had happened to me as a kid?
In short, it was fucking weird. Uh, make that, I am fucking weird.
I was broken out of my reverie by the feel of Lisa's hands unfastening my shorts, unzipping them and unceremoniously releasing my manhood from its bonds.
Her touch was like a cool breeze against my burning skin.
I could only groan loudly and relax back onto the bed as her hand slowly moved up and down my shaft.
Like a school teacher to a chastised child, she said, "That's a good boy. Settle down and I'll explain it to you."
It worked. I relaxed as she slowly massaged the organ of my body that seemed to do all the thinking in my life as of late. Apparently, I wasn't so complex after all.
"Now, I will continue," she said soothingly.
"That night, you'll remember, I tied you to the bed and teased you horribly before suggesting the sensory deprivation approach.
"You, of course, readily agreed to what I wanted and soon I had you so deaf and blind that I could've gangbanged the high school marching band in our bedroom while they played the school fight song and you wouldn't have known."
Her stroking style had me settling in, but I couldn't help but interrupt, "Did you do the marching band too?"
She laughed lightly and said, "You're silly. Stay on track please."
I noticed she didn't deny it but let her go on.
She gave me another one of her meaningful looks and then said, "I wasn't alone in the room with you that night."
"What?" I said, "Who else would be... Oh."
I knew.
She nodded. "Yes, I let Jamie into the room."
I stuttered, "But the things you did to me that night. Wouldn't that just ignite her jealousy to see that? I mean it's beyond weird to find out your daughter is a voyeur to her mom and dad fucking."
I was confused from the eyeroll I received from my beautiful bride. "You are dense sometimes; do you know that?
"I let Jamie in the room to do more than watch us." She put special emphasis on the words
to do more.
"Oh, my fucking god."
She smiled. "I see you are beginning to get it.
