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Authors name: E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
Story title : Family Secrets
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Family Secrets (MFF, cheat, swingers)
By E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
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A husband's affair with the next-door neighbor becomes
public knowledge. To his surprise his wife isn't all
that upset with him.
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http://www.ruthiesclub.com Copyright September 2001 by
Ezra Zane. E-mail address: ezrazanewrites@hotmail.com.
Your comments are welcome and appreciated. Dear Readers,
This story was written under the nom de net of Ezra
Zane, also known as E.Z. Riter. As with most of my
stories, it was edited by Ruthie herself. Good reading.
E.Z.
FAMILY SECRETS
By Ezra Zane
When I arrived home from work on Friday, Marilyn's car
was in front of the house. The guilt that was eating at
my guts took another bite and I reached for the Rolaids
as I parked my car in the garage.
When I walked in the back door, Carol greeted me and
kissed me softly on the lips. "Hi, honey. How was your
day?" That loving, knowing expression was on her face.
That look always made me wary, as if she knew something
I didn't know, but should.
"Long. The week was long." I saw Marilyn leaning against
the doorway into the family room. It was the first time
I'd seen her socially since Bob's funeral two weeks ago.
Oh, I'd seen her at the lawyers' office when we discussed
Bob's estate, but that's not the same.
"We need to talk. Go say hello to Marilyn while I make
you a drink," Carol said.
Marilyn smiled and hugged me fiercely with our bodies
pressed together. "I' ve missed you," she whispered in
my ear.
"I've missed you, too," I said, and I had. I hadn't gone
two weeks without seeing her in years.
I plopped down in my recliner, took off my shoes, and
set them by the chair. Marilyn sat on the couch
opposite me. There was a tiny smile on her face. I
hadn't seen her smile since he died. God, I'd missed
that smile. Carol brought me my drink, kissed me deeply,
and sat down by Marilyn. I reached for the Rolaids
again.
"I know what's eating you, Jim, and we've got to talk
about it. I'm afraid it'll kill you," Carol said. "I
love you. I love you with all my heart. I've loved you
since that first date the first weekend of my freshman
year."
"I know," I replied. "And I love you, too. I always
have."
"I've never doubted that for an instant, but I know you
better than anyone knows you. I may know you better than
you know yourself." She paused for dramatic effect and
her expression made the hair on the back of my neck
stand up. "And I know Marilyn."
Oh, shit! She knows. She knows, I thought. I finished my
drink in one gulp.
"No more booze, Jim. We've got to talk."
"I'm listening," I said.
"Three months after our wedding, Marilyn told me the two
of you were having an affair."
My heart was about to explode and the acid boiled up
again.
"Did you take your Prilosec?" Carol asked sharply. I
shook my head. "I'll get it. Marilyn, get some water."
They both scurried off to return in moments with aid and
worried expressions, but they were gone long enough to
let me digest what she'd said, and that, more than
anything, made my agony decrease.
"Here. You really should take better care of yourself,"
she said as she handed me the magic pill. Marilyn handed
me the water and I gulped it down.
"You've known for twenty-four years?" I said.
"Yes, I have."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Carol looked chagrinned. "I couldn't. I was having an
affair with Bob."
"I don't think I heard that," I said.
"Yes, you did," she said. "I was having an affair with
Bob while you were having an affair with Marilyn."
Marilyn was repressing a laugh.
"You knew?" I asked her.
"I've known since then," Marilyn replied. "When I
confessed to Carol, she confessed to me."
"I want to get this straight. You - Carol - were fucking
my brother, Bob, while I was fucking Marilyn, his wife?"
"That sums it up," Carol said.
"You're shitting me."
"Don't scream, Jim. I'm right here."
"My God. I don't believe this."
"It's true," Marilyn said.
"It's true," Carol echoed.
"And you both knew?"
"That's right," Carol said. Marilyn nodded agreement.
As I looked at the two woman - one my wife and the other
my brother's wife that I'd been screwing for twenty-four
years - I knew there was something more each wanted to
say. The fire in my belly subsided. I knew it wasn't the
medicine. It was the relief from guilt.
"There's something else," Carol said. "Something even
Marilyn doesn't know." I'd never seen here look so
conflicted and guilty. Marilyn saw it, too, and her eyes
cut to me. We waited for Carol to continue.
"I love you, Jim," Carol said with gut-wrenching
honesty. She looked away and we waited on her again.
When she looked back at me, her eyes were wanton and
challenging. "When we decided to have children, I went
off the pill," she continued, "But I kept having sex
with Bob and I didn't use protection with him."
"Bob could be the father of our children?" I said.
"Yes," she answered. Carol wasn't upset. She was proud.
"Why?"
"For the same reason Marilyn and I decided to keep our
affairs secret from our husbands. For the excitement,
the thrill, the raw, visceral stimulation of being a
secret slut." Carol was aroused, with a wild, wanton
look in her eyes. Marilyn was quiet as a church mouse as
she took in every nuance of the conversation.
"You liked that?"
"Yes," Carol hissed.
"You like being a secret slut?"
"Yes," she said proudly. She was challenging me. Her
back was slightly arched, raising her breasts to me. Her
eyes were on fire.
I unzipped my trousers and fished out my cock. "Come
here, slut. I have something for you to suck on," I
said.
She pounced between my knees. Greedily, she began to
suck my cock. Marilyn was cool and calm with a secret
smile as she watched my wife acting like a two-dollar
whore. I grabbed Carol's hair, pulled her up, and kissed
her, a driving, raping kiss. As we kissed, I squeezed
her nipple through her clothing. I heard her whimper
with need.
I pushed her back down. She tried to reach my cock with
her open mouth, but I held her head. "Did you fuck
anyone else?" I asked.
"Never," she exclaimed emphatically, but I knew she
lied. I shoved her on her back and lifted her skirt. She
wasn't wearing panties. She opened her legs wantonly and
brought her knees to her breasts. I lodged my cockhead
in her slit and she groaned like a bitch in heat.
"Give me a good ride, slut."
Carol came when I drove my cock into her and sweat burst
from her like a running stream.
"That's it, Jim. Fuck your slut. Fuck her until she
can't walk," Carol whimpered. Another orgasm wracked
her.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Marilyn kick off her
shoes and wiggle out of her pantyhose and panties. I
could see her bush and the bloated lips of her pussy as
she began to play with herself.
Another orgasm made Carol spasm in ecstasy. I'd fucked
Carol until she lost consciousness on other occasions.
When I saw her eyes start to roll back in her head, I
pinched her nipple hard to keep her awake. She gasped
and tried to focus on me. I knew it was coming. I felt
the tenseness in her body, heard her maniacal little
laugh. Every fiber of her body tensed. Her eyes were
wide open but unseeing as her pussy spasmed like a fist
on my cock. She laughed again as she came. Her eyes
rolled back in her head and she went limp.
I pulled out. My cock was red and hard and glistened
with Carol's juices. I stood, took Marilyn's hand, and
dragged her toward the bedroom. She began unbuttoning
her blouse. Both naked, we fell on the bed and fucked
like animals.
Marilyn was always a different fuck than Carol. Marilyn
was as hot, her orgasms as intense, but she seemed more
passive, maybe more giving, with a sweet, sensual smile
on her face. She whispered sweet words in my ear. When
she felt my cock expand, she dug her nails into my ass
to hold me in her. We came together.
"Carol's not the only one with secrets," Marilyn said as
we lay cooling. "There are things I've never told her.
And I know what's eating you. It's not the guilt of
cheating on Carol. It's the guilt of cheating on Bob."
"True," I said, and my stomach rolled.
"He knew I was screwing you. He'd known for years." The
weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. She
stroked my face. "It's all right, Jim. He knew and he
liked it. He laughed when he thought about it."
"How did he know?"
"Before we were married, he told me he was sterile."
"My God, I never knew that."
"He said he wanted you to father our children and I
thought he meant as a sperm donor. 'No, Marilyn. I want
you to fuck him,' he said. I wanted to fuck you. I
wanted you as much as I wanted him. So I agreed." Her
eyes were twinkling.
"He knew all along," I said.
"It was his idea from the start. He gave me permission,
no, he ordered me to have an affair with you and let you
father my children, but I wasn't to tell you unless he
died."
"That sorry bastard. He always did have a sick sense of
humor," I said.
"He's probably sitting on a cloud watching us and
laughing his ass off," she giggled.
"Then all the children are mine. Carol's and yours."
"Mine are. I never had a man except the two of you. But
I'm not so sure about Carol's kids."
"What do you mean?"
"Carol really is a slut, Jim. I love her like she was my
sister, but it's the truth."
"How do you know?"
"She told me about them."
"How many?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, I do," I said.
"You have to promise you'll never tell her you know. You
have to promise that you'll never leave her, not even
for me."
"Why?"
"I don't want to hurt her anymore than I want to hurt
you, and she does love you desperately."
"I promise," I said.
"One hundred and eight."
"Oh, bullshit!"
"I'm serious," she said and I knew she was, but I still
had trouble believing it. "She told me about every one
in great detail. I have it all written down, Dates,
names, places."
"I want to see it."
"All right, but you promised."
"And I'll keep that promise."
"What are you to talking about?" Carol said from the
doorway. She looked well fucked and in disarray. Her
eyes were swollen and soft. Her clothes were a mess.
"Life and sex," I said.
Marilyn had quickly tried to cover herself when Carol
entered, but Carol had looked at her unashamedly. I
stood, took Carol in my arms, and kissed her. As I did,
I unzipped her dress. She helped me get it off her,
unfastened her bra, and let it slide to the floor.
Carol had a cool, predator's expression on her face.
Marilyn gently threw back the covers and lay back with
her hands by her head and her legs parted.
"Anything else you ladies want to tell me?" I asked.
"Marilyn and I have made love a few times. Not often.
Maybe three or four times a year," Carol said.
"I want to watch," I said.
Carol shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs and
looked at me. Marilyn rolled over on her side and
propped her head up on her arm.
"Let's talk a little more," Carol said. "Marilyn's alone
now that Bob is gone. All of the kids - hers and ours -
are grown. I want her to move in with us. She really is
my best friend. Besides, I don't see any reason for you
to drive to her house when you want to fuck her."
"I'd like that," I said.
Carol gave me a lewd and happy smile. "We've told you
about us."
"Everything?" I interrupted.
"Everything," Carol said firmly. "How about you?"
"Except for Marilyn, I've never cheated on you," I said.
"And Marilyn," I said as I looked at her. "Bob never
cheated on you except for Carol."
"Thanks for telling me," she said. They both looked like
they believed me and were relieved.
"I'm glad all the secrets are out in the open," Carol
said. Marilyn and I murmured agreement.
Carol put one knee on the bed. Marilyn rolled on her
back again and spread her legs. My cum glistened on her
pussy. Carol buried her face in Marilyn's crotch and
Marilyn groaned, wrapped her fingers in Carol's hair,
and held her there. Carol's ass was in the air. I knee-
walked behind her and buried my cock in her wetness. She
squirmed back against me as I stared into Marilyn's
inscrutable face.
I wondered what other lies they'd told me. Bob had
shared with me the proof that Marilyn had an affair with
her high school sweetheart, and I knew she'd screwed a
friend of mine she didn't know was a friend. I knew
Carol played around, but I didn't know how much. That
did surprise me.
Bob holding out that he knew I was screwing Marilyn
surprised me the most. Bob and I shared everything, or
I thought we did. I know we shared Susan Patton, Ginger
McGowan, Myrna Myers, and the hookers we took on our
annual fishing trip. Now I knew we shared Carol and
Marilyn, too.
The ache in my belly was gone. Marilyn had been correct.
It was the guilt about screwing her and not telling Bob
that ate me up. Keeping the other family secrets didn't
bother me. Some things are best left unsaid.
The End
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