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Family Secrets 
by E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
 
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A man carries on a long term affair with his brother's 
wife only to end up in a threesome with his wife and 
sister in-law when his brother unexpectantly dies. 
(MFF, cheating, orgy)

***

FAMILY SECRETS

By Ezra Zane aka E.Z. Riter

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

The works of E.Z. Riter can be found at 
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/E.Z.Riter  or at
http://www.storiesonline.net. The new works of Ezra 
Zane can be found at 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. 

E.Z.

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