4 comments/ 72816 views/ 58 favorites Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter One -- Roger has sex with wife's mother, Trudy, his mother. Roger has sex with his wife's MILF of a mother, his mother, Gertrude or Trudy, as she prefers being called, his sexy sister-in-law Genevieve, and his wife's best friend, Heather. Just home from working the second shift at the factory, after taking a quick shower, Roger lay in bed wide awake while his wife, Gwen, slept soundly beside him. Tomorrow is April Fools' Day and even though he's racked his brain all week trying to come up with a practical joke to play on her, unable to come up with a good April Fools' joke, he continued thinking of things that he could do to trick his wife. Unable to think of anything, he gave up thinking about April Fools' Day and April Fools' jokes. Having tried everything in subsequent years to get her, every year she sees right through his jokes and every year he fails to get her. Every year, with his practical jokes backfiring on him, she turns his joke on him. Knowing she'd come up with a good practical joke to play on him, one that he'd fall for as he always does every year, she gets him every year and every year he promises to get her back but he never does. Besides, his thoughts were elsewhere other than on April Fools', practical jokes, and on getting back at his wife. With his wife's mother arriving any minute for sordid sex, he had other, more important things on his mind than thinking about coming up with an April Fools' Day joke to play on his wife. Too preoccupied with having sex with Gwen's mother, with his libido overriding his humor, he couldn't even think of a practical joke to play on her now. Too horny to think of April Fools' anymore and of getting even with his wife, maybe later, after he's sex with his MILF of a mother, Trudy, he'll have more room in his sexually preoccupied brain to ponder April Fools' Day jokes. Maybe later, once sexually satisfied and with his horniness abated after cumming in Trudy's willing mouth, he'll have an inspiration and will think of the perfect April Fools' joke to play on his wife. For now his focused attention was first on sexually satisfying Gwen's mother before sexually satisfying her sister, Genevieve, her best friend, Heather, and himself along the way. Sexually taking care of all three of them one at a time, he needed to get ready for the arrival of the three women in his bedroom and in his bed. Now thinking more about sex than he ever thought about April Fools', hopefully he'll come up with something later. Hopefully he'll think of something to trick his wife, surprise her, and make her laugh before she arises from bed and emerges from the bedroom to the kitchen. Otherwise, going into battle unarmed, she'll surely already have a good April Fools' joke at the ready to play on him. Maybe this is the year that he'll see through her joke. Maybe this is the year that he'll turn her joke around and get her with his joke. Maybe this is the year that he'll laugh at her instead of her laughing at him. "Ha! Ha! April Fools! I got you. Ha! Ha!" He only wished he could get her in the way she always gets him. Just once, he'd love to say those words to her in the way she says those words to him. With her sometimes making him feel dumb, just once, he'd love to be smarter than she is. With her sometimes making him feel like the fool, just once, he'd love to make her feel like the fool and get the better of her. With him always so gullibly believing whatever she said, trusting her not to lie to him and/or to trick or deceive him, just once, he'd love to play one practical joke on her that she didn't get. Just once he'd love to come up with a practical joke that she didn't see coming, that didn't unravel, and that didn't backfire on him. Just once, he'd love to yell his success in her face. "April Fools'! Ha! Ha! I got you! April Fools!" * * * * * Roger loves his wife. He can't imagine his life without Gwen. Part of the package, just as he can't imagine his life without Gwen, he can't imagine Gwen without having her mother, her sister, and her best friend in her life too. With the three women constantly in his head during the day and crowding his bed at night, when she's not with her mother, she's with her sister, and/or her best friend. With those four women together nearly every day and talking on the phone for hours when not with one another, marrying her was like marrying her mother, her sister, and her best friend too. Nonetheless that package deal, with meeting her, dating her, and marrying her, the best things that's ever happened to him, he's happy having four, sexually hot women in his life. Yet, right from the start, from his wedding night, wanting to learn more about Gwen, he wanted to experience her every essence, her every nuance, and to look deep within the soul of her. How better to learn more about his wife, the love of his life, than to learn more about the three women who are most important in her life? How better to learn more about the three women and about his wife, than to have sex with all of them? How better to learn more about his wife's mother, sister, and best friend than to see them all naked and have surreal fantasy sex with them where he touches, feels, and fondles their naked bodies while licking them, sucking them, and fucking them? Something that may only be a sexual fantasy to other men, seemingly, having outrageously, wicked sex with his wife's mother, his wife's sister, and his wife's best friend made sense to him. Now with him sexually intimate with Gwen's mother, her sister, and her best friend since his wedding night, feeling that he understood them and was more on the same page with them when they whispered and laughed among themselves, he felt more of a part of their conversation. Only, something his wife didn't know and something he wasn't ready to share with her for fear that she'd divorce him, he was sexually unfaithful behind her back with her mother, Trudy, her sister, Genevieve, and with her best friend, Heather. Whenever Roger has sex with Gwen, which seemingly felt like all the time, and even though she'd willingly agree to having sex with him in public, he always has sex with her alone and behind closed, bedroom doors. Respecting her as his special someone and his one and only, even though she's sexually game for whatever with him, why not afford her the respect of privacy? She is his wife after all. With her belonging only to him, as exciting as having sex in public sometimes sounds, with him wanting her all for himself, he doesn't want to share her with the world. Only, he wouldn't mind it if she did some innocent flashing, as long as he was in the room with her to watch the reaction of men seeing bits and pieces of his wife's fabulous body. No one, not even close, not her mother, nor her sister, and nor her best friend are sexually as good as Gwen is in bed. One would think that being married to someone so beautiful and so gifted sexually that he'd never cheat on her. Yet, cheating on her with her mother, her sister, and her best friend felt so natural and too right to be wrong. Cheating on his wife with her mother, her sister, and her best friend didn't feel like cheating at all. With those three women an extension of Gwen, sometimes he felt as if he had four wives. * * * * * "Get ready Roger because we're all coming to you tonight," said Trudy catching him in the garage before he got in his car. She gave him a deep, wet kiss while groping his cock through his pants as he groped her huge breasts through her blouse and bra. Immediately her big nipples made their impressions through her blouse and bra and made her sexual arousal known. With him standing by his car daydreaming as if he was in a daze, his mother surprised him by coming up behind him. She shocked him by what she had just said and he looked at her stunned. "What? Seriously? You're all coming in one night? Tonight? I don't understand," he said. "We've always had sex every Monday and Thursday, Genevieve on Tuesdays and Fridays, and Heather on Wednesday and Sunday. Why the sudden change? Why are you all coming in one night?" She gave him a sexy smile and he returned her smile with his curiosity. "Your new work schedule that starts tomorrow allows you more time for some sexy fun," she said giving him a sexy smile along with another wet kiss. "After you have sex with me, Genevieve wants to have sex with you, and then Heather wants her turn," said Trudy. "If you're up to it, we all want to have sex with you every night instead of each of us alternating and having sex with you just two times a week each." Ready for anything with his mother, he return her sexy look with his smile and her wet kiss with his wet kiss. Just as she obviously loved feeling his cock through his pants while kissing him, he loved feeling her huge breasts through her blouse and bra while kissing her. "Three women in one night, every night," he said before getting in his car. "Wow! I'm just glad you're not all arriving at the same time. I'd much rather have sex with you one at a time than all at once," said Roger. He fingered her emerging nipple through her blouse and bra before she pulled away from him. "God, Roger, don't get me started. I'm horny enough for you as it is and you're making me hornier. I swear I'll make love to you right here and right now on the garage floor or inside of your car. We'll see you tonight," said Trudy giving him another kiss before leaving. Something new to look forward to, having sex with his MILF of a mother, his sexy sister-in-law, and his wife's hot, best friend all in one night, he couldn't wait to get home from work. Being that he's already had fantasy sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend hundreds of times, he knows that his wife gives him the best sex of the four women. Maybe the missing ingredient that he has with Gwen but that he doesn't have with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather is that he loves his wife, really loves his wife. He loves his mother-in-law, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend too but not in the same way that he's crazy mad in love with Gwen. Never whining because she's too tired or has a headache, his wife gives him the best sex every time. Yet, with him a man, a horny man, and a man with sexual needs, he's unable to control his sexual desires and incestuous urges when it comes to the three women who surround his wife as if they're her handmaidens and ladies in waiting. Always there with her nearly every day, with him knowing them all so well and lusting over all of them, how could he only have sex with one of them? Instead of just having sex with his wife, how could he not have sex with all four of them? Unbelievably and perversely twisted, with Gwen always there in the bedroom and in bed with them, when Roger has sex with his MILF of a mother, he has sex with her alone and in private away from the prying eyes of Gwen's sister and her best friend. With Gwen always there in the bedroom and in bed with them, when Roger has sex with his sexy sister-in-law, he has sex with her alone and in private away from the prying eyes of his mother-in-law and his wife's best friend. With Gwen always there in the bedroom and in bed with them, when Roger has sex with his wife's hot, best friend, he has sex with her alone and in private away from the prying eyes of his mother-in-law and his sister-in-law. Yet, whenever he has sex with the three women, as if he needs Gwen to be there as his security blanket, with her the one common thread, strangely enough, he has sex with the three women with his wife in bed beside them. Yet, a first time for everything, tonight was different. Tonight was the most sexually exciting night in his 38-year-old life. Tonight, his first time having sex with all three women in one night, Roger was going to have sex with Trudy first, then with Genevieve, and lastly with Heather. A whirlwind of sexual activity, tonight was a special night that he hoped to repeat every night thereafter. With him knowing full well how loud her sister, Genevieve, was when having an orgasm, he tested to make sure that Gwen was dead to the world. "Gwen. Gwen. Gwen!" He said before yelling louder while clapping his hands. Nothing. Dead to the world, she was sound asleep in a drug induced, deep slumber. His preferred plan of attack, instead of having sex with all three women at the same time, he was going to have sex with them one at a time. Having one-on-one sex, one at a time, is better than having an orgy like, fast sex-fest. Taking his time, he'd much rather have sex with each women alone than having four women in his bedroom, one sleeping and three awake and ready. He didn't want to miss or blur a sexual memory and a sensual moment with any one of the three women by taking time away from one to be with the other. In the way that he has sex alone with his wife, he needed to have sex alone with his wife's mother, sister, and best friend. Learning through them, he needed to experience the sexual essence and the sensual nuance of each one of them to experience his wife at different emotional, physical, and sexual levels. Sounding good to him at the time, as long as he could justify his reasons for having sex with his wife's mother, sister, and best friend, he was free from guilt and remorse. With each one of these three women holding secrets to his wife's inner most thoughts and feelings, having sex with each one of them would enable him to unlock his wife's past memories and present experiences, so he convinced himself. For him to learn more about his wife, even if it meant having sex with them, he needed to know everything about her mother, sister, and best friend. Willing to sacrifice his body for the sake of knowing everything about his wife, the only way to unleash those deepest and sometimes darkest secrets was to tap into them sexually by having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Sounding crazy on the surface but with him having proven that it works over the fifteen years he's been married to Gwen, he knows everything that there is to know about his wife. Even if it means him having sex with his MILF of a mother, his sexy sister-in-law, and his wife's hot, best friend, the things that Roger will do and the sacrifices he'll make for the love of his wife is astounding. With his idea of having sex with all four women making sense to him, seemingly his idea of having sex made sense to her mother, her sister, and her best friend for them to willingly go along with his loving wife, sexual plan. The only one who didn't know anything about their diabolical, nightly, sexual plan was his wife, Gwen, of course. With her soundly sleeping, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. What she doesn't know will only aid him in continuing to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. On the surface perhaps, having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend was a copout to those not as sexually enlightened. Assuredly it wasn't a copout to him but something necessary that he needed to do for him to learn everything about the one woman that he so loved. Assuredly, with him reaching a higher level of sexuality and sensuousness, being sexually intimate with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather allowed him to be even more sexually intimate with his wife. In the way that he's sexually experienced all three women before, he needed to experience all three women over and again for him to sexually and emotionally experience his wife on a deeper level. Indeed, as if he was the head of a cult, he was the guru of sexuality and sensuality of his wife and the three woman most important to her. Normally with him having sex with just one woman in a night, as planned, while basking in the afterglow of sex, he'd take a break in between women to recoup his energy reserves, of course. Yet with him so hot for all three of the women, he didn't need much time to recoup his strength and to regain his erection between women. Just as he was always ready for Trudy, he was always ready to have sex with Genevieve and Heather too. His sexual passion for each one of them kept his cock hard and always at the ready. Assuredly with his four, sexy bedmates having to do with much of that, never getting sore with them always so sexually aroused and fully lubricated, in the way he could when a teenager, he can still cum four times in one night. * * * * * After taking her sleeping pill, wearing her sleeping mask, and filling her ears with earplugs, Gwen was in bed dead asleep next to her husband. With having a history of not being able to sleep through the night as a child, she had blackout drapes on the windows so that not one glimmer of light would penetrate her sleeping chamber. She even had a master wall switch installed that not only turned off everything in the room but also powered off the TV and the DVD. With not even the glow of a blue light to light their way to the bathroom, once their eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness and as if they were sightless people or a surefooted cat, they stumbled around in the dark to find the toilet to pee. For fear of tripping or falling over something, they never moved any of the furniture around. With him a restless sleeper too, tossing, turning, and talking in his sleep, and with neither of them wanting to sleep in separate beds or in separate bedrooms, his wife needed all of her sleeping aids to get an undisturbed rest. Once again, just to make sure that she was dead to the world, he tried waking her again. As if he was fucking her sister, first he jumped up and down on the bed. Then, he shook her. Then, he even opened her eyelid. As if she was dead and had already left her body, she was gone until she awakened hours from now to pee. Until she awakened to use the toilet, he had more than enough time to have sex with not only her mother but also her sister and best friend. "Gwen! Gwen! Gwen!" He said clapping his hands again. When she didn't awaken or even move, he was ready. "Show time," he said waiting for Trudy to enter his bedroom any minute. Taking advantage of the situation by taking the unconsciousness of his wife to the ultimate extreme, unbelievably, Roger was brazenly disrespectful enough of his wife to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, in her bed while she slept beside him. Outrageously shocking that he could have sex with a woman, three women, one at a time in one night, while his wife slept beside him but this is something he's been doing since his wedding night, fifteen, long and happy years ago. A new wrinkle to his madness, the only difference tonight was, instead of having sex with her mother, or her sister, or her best friend, he was going to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend in the same night, albeit one at a time. Even though she was obviously unconscious, fearing that he'd awaken her and that she'd catch him having sex with her mother, her sister, or her best friend, not wanting to push his luck, he still needed to be quiet. The last thing he wanted to do was to awaken his wife while in bed with her naked mother, her naked sister, or her naked best friend. The last thing he wanted to have was his wife ruin his good, sexual time with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend by discovering that he was unfaithful. The last thing he wanted was his life ruined by his wife catching him having sex with one or all of the three women who are most important to Gwen in her life. He didn't have a lot of time to have sex with any one woman never mind having sex with all three women separately before Gwen arose from her deep slumber to pee. With her being so very cranky when she didn't get her beauty sleep, her one and only flaw, he needed to be quiet so as not to disturb his wife. Lucky for him, with her sense of smell the weakest of her five senses, she never picked up on the sweet, musky smell of sex in her bedroom every night. Even if she did smell the aroma of her husband's sexual passion, with the smell there every night and with him masking it with air freshener mixed with her perfume and his cologne early the next morning before she awakened, she was never so much the wiser. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 01 * * * * * Wife's Mother, Sister & Best Friend Chapter Two -- Roger has sex with his mother, Gertrude Roger has sex with his wife's mother, his MILF of a mother, Gertrude or Trudy, as she prefers being called. Gertrude, or Trudy, as she preferred being called is a beautiful woman. With them born only a year apart, she could have been Christie Brinkley's Irish, twin sister. A classic, blonde bombshell with long, shapely legs, she was as beautiful as her two daughters, Gwen, his wife, and Genevieve, his sister. Even though Trudy was a 60-year-old woman, looking ten years younger, she was just as beautiful and as sexually desirable as Gwen's best friend, Heather. As much as Roger loved having sex with his wife, an understatement, he loved having sex with her mother too, not to mention him having sex with her sister and best friend wasn't so bad either. Nearly as forbidden as him having sex with his own mother, there was just something so intoxicatingly forbidden when having sex with his mother that drove him wild. With him going from one woman to the other woman while making sexual, physical, and emotional comparisons as he went, there was just something so erotically exciting in having sex with both mother and daughter. With him a lucky man having already possessed that knowledge, he already knew what it would be like having sex with Gwen twenty years from now. After being sexually intimate with her mother so very many times and with Gwen and her mother so very much alike, if having sex with Gwen twenty years from now was anything like having sex with her mother now, then he'd never have to wonder. Moreover, he'd be a happy man. Roger was well aware that his wife was a very sound sleeper, especially after taking her sleeping pill. If ever there was a fire, unable to roust her, he'd have to carry her down the stairs and out of the house unconscious. With her sleeping like the dead, he was hidden from detection with the help of her sleeping pill, sleeping mask, and earplugs. Concealed within the cloak of darkness of the bedroom, every Monday and Thursday night, Roger allowed his mother access to his bedroom and to his bed. Tuesday and Friday nights was Genevieve's turn to have sex with her brother and Wednesday and Sunday nights was Heather's turn to have sex with her best friend's husband. Only now, with his change in work schedule, according to what Trudy told him in the garage this morning, he'll be having sex with his MILF of a mother-in-law, his sexy sister-in-law, and his wife's hot, best friend every night. One at a time, every night the three women would be in his bedroom and in his bed. Every night, he'll be having sex with his mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and wife's best friend. Light afoot, arriving in a nearly silent whoosh, as if she was a ghost or an enchanted fairy arriving in his sleeping chambers through a secret door, always so quiet, Trudy crept in without making a sound. As much as he didn't want to awaken his wife, she obviously didn't want to awaken her daughter. With her familiar with her daughter's darkened bedroom, Gwen's mother made her way through the total darkness without bumping into anything and/or injuring herself. "Hi Roger," she said whispering her greeting to her son in the darkness with a hug and a kiss. "Hi Mom," said Roger returning her whispered greeting with a hug and a kiss. Just as there was something so sexually exciting about having sex with his mother, there was something so intoxicatingly erotica and dangerously naughty about having sex with Trudy when Gwen was there in the room and in bed with them. If ever Gwen caught him with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, he'd have Hell to pay. He could only imagine how she'd react. To say that she'd be angry is a huge understatement. "You had sex with my mother? You had sex with my sister? You had sex with my best friend? What's wrong with you? And this has been going on for how long? You've been having sex with them for fifteen years, as long as we've been married? Oh, my God! How could you? Oh, my God! How dare you? We're done. We're through. We're finished. This marriage is over. I want a divorce. Get out! Get out of my bedroom. Get out! Get out of my house. Go! Take your things and go!" With her violent temper and with him not wanting to unleash the beast of his sometimes shrew of a wife, he could only imagine her reaction if she ever knew he's been having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Not a total fool, he removed the bullets from his handgun and hid them. Having no other choice than to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend in his bedroom while his wife slept, he prayed that she'd stay sleeping and fortunately for him, always she did. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, not wanting to start a fight, and not wanting to throw him out of the house, and ask for a divorce, he hoped she'd remain fast asleep until they were all done having sex. As soon as Trudy made her way to his side of the bed, she scooted in beside him. "How are you baby? I missed you," she said. A term of endearment, from the time he was dating her daughter, she insisted that he call her Mom instead of Gertrude or Trudy. "I'm good," he said in her ear. "I missed you too, Mom." Then, hugging him and cuddling with him beneath the covers, she kissed him as if they were on their Honeymoon, albeit with his wifely chaperone next to him. Roger always kissed his mother as if this was the first time French kissing his wife's mother. His very favorite thing to do, he kissed her while touching and feeling her through her clothes. Instead of coming to him in her nightgown as Genevieve did or naked as Heather always has, Trudy came to him fully dressed. In the way of which comes first the chicken or the egg, he didn't know which sexually aroused him more, French kissing his mother or feeling her through her clothes. Actually kissing her while feeling her through her clothes was by far more sexually exciting than one without the other. In the scheme of things, he didn't have much time to have sex with the three women and he needed to conserve his energy and to save enough time for Genevieve and Heather too. Yet, taking his sweet time with Trudy, every time having sex with Gwen's mother was a special occasion and was as if it this was their first time having sex with her. "God you have such big tits, Mom," he said whispering the same thing to her every time and with her swooning every time he said it. He loved feeling her huge breasts through her blouse and bra while fingering her emerging nipples. "I'm glad you like my breasts Roger," whispered Trudy. "I've always loved feeling your hands all over me." Overflowing her bra cups, Trudy has huge, firm breasts, a D cup that looked and felt more like a double D cup. Where both her daughters have shapely C cup breasts that will surely grow to be D cup breasts as they age and put on a few pounds, Roger loved big breasted women. Even Heather had beautiful, firm, and shapely, C cup breasts. Yet, Trudy's tits, so shapely, so round and so firm, were special. With her well preserved from diet, exercise, and limited exposure from the sun, she had the breasts more of a forty-year-old woman than a sixty-year-old woman. Even more than he loved the sensation of feeling her huge breasts through her blouse and bra while kissing and kissing her, he loved the sensation of mashing his face in her naked tits while fingering and sucking her nipples. Much more sexually exciting than feeling, fondling, and sucking the tits of an older woman, a cougar of a woman, the fact that Trudy was his mother made having sex with her much more sexually arousing. Not all one way in their lovemaking, his mother-in-law seemingly enjoyed feeling his erection through his pajama bottoms while making out with him too. "Someone is horny," she whispered sticking her hand inside of his pajama bottoms and wrapping her soft hand around his hard cock. "You must be happy to see me," she said with a sexy albeit dirty laugh. He smiled at her in the darkness. "You never fail to give me an erection," he said whispering his lust for her in her ear. "I can't wait for you to suck me. I can't wait to cum in your mouth Mom," he said slowly sliding his finger along his mother's lips. She gave him a sexy look that he could see even in the dark. Then, in the way she'd soon be taking his stiff prick in her mouth, she took his finger in her mouth and licked it before sucking it while staring up at him in the dark. "You make my nipples so big. I can't wait for you to suck my tits," she said. With her just as horny as he was, fortunately for him, his mother, sister-in-law, and wife's best friend were all just as horny as his wife. Trudy's hands were all over his naked cock and testicles in the way that his hands were all over her blouse and bra clad breasts and protruding nipples. Strictly forbidden within the conforming constraints of normal, modern society within puritanical America, what made their sexual union so special was that Trudy was Gwen's mother and he was her son-in-law. For sure, he wouldn't feel as sexually excited if she was just some older woman that he picked up in a bar. With many men having the sexual fantasies of having sex with a mother who looks like her, his sexual fantasy come true, this was his MILF of a mother-in-law that he had next to him in bed. Tonight was the night. Not only was he going to have sex with his mother-in-law but also he was going to have sex with his sister-in-law and his wife's best friend. A first time for everything, he's never had sex with all three women in one night, albeit individually. Slowly and excitedly, as if this was the first time seeing her huge breasts, he unbuttoned one slow button of her white blouse at a time while looking down to see what each unbuttoned button revealed. Touching the tops of her meaty breasts and feeling her huge tits through her bra, he fingered and coaxed out the hard, erect impressions of her nipples through her low cut, sexy brassiere. When her blouse was finally all unbuttoned, he flayed open her shirt to stare at her abundant bra clad breasts and her long line of cleavage. She had such huge breasts and sexy cleavage. He teased her by seducing her breasts with his long, stiff finger, as if his finger was his cock and her cleavage was her pussy slit. As if traversing a double sided highway and taking a detour over her nipples that pushed out through her bra, probing her deeper, he traced her long, sexy line of cleavage with his finger. As if her breasts were two mountains and her cleavage was a narrow mountain pass that promised a glorious view at the end, on the chance his finger would be crushed by her huge breasts, he forced his finger deeper between her big boobs. In and out, as if fucking her pussy with his cock, he fucked her cleavage with his finger. "Oh, my God. I just love your huge tits Trudy," he said quietly enough for Gwen not to hear. She looked down to watch his finger having sex with her cleavage. "I like what you're doing with your finger. Keep on doing that," she said whispering in his ear while kissing and licking his ear. "Fuck my tits with your long, thick finger. That makes me so hot." As if her cleavage was her pussy slit, whenever he fucked her cleavage with his finger, she always let out a nearly silent, little gasp. While he depressed each side of her magnificent breasts with his finger, she obviously enjoyed it when he seduced her cleavage with his index finger as much as he enjoyed it when he fucked her cleavage with his finger or with his cock. Seemingly she enjoyed him forcing her breast apart with his finger nearly as much as he enjoyed forcing her breasts apart with his finger and nearly as much as she enjoyed him forcing her pussy lips apart with his finger. In the way that he enjoyed feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra while kissing her, he enjoyed feeling her huge breasts and hard, erect nipples through her bra too. Cupping them while squeezing her huge, bra clad tits in his hands, it didn't take very long for her big nipples to show her sexual excitement by the hard impressions they made through her bra. Sucking and nibbling on her big nipples through her bra was one of his favorite things to do and in the sexually excited way that she squirmed her appreciation for the sexual attention he paid to her breasts and nipples with his mouth, she enjoyed his mouth too. All part of who his mother was, a beautiful blonde with huge breasts, he loved her big nipples as much as he loved her huge tits. In the way that so very many women have breast implants and breast augmentation surgery, Trudy didn't need the help of a plastic surgeon to look better and shapelier in her clothes. A gift from God that wasn't manmade, born with them, her super big breasts were all natural. As if he had taken her parking after a date, feeling her ass through her short skirt and her pussy through her panty, he never stopped kissing her and he never stopped touching and feeling her through her clothes. He continued French kissing her while feeling her big boobs with one hand and fingering her pussy through her panty with his other hand. Not allowing him to have all of the fun, Trudy already had her horny hand inside of his pajama bottoms and around his cock. As if she was holding her dildo or her personal pull toy, she held his hard cock in her soft hand while fondling the head of his engorged prick with her manicured fingers. Then, as if there was a drumroll of sexual suspense and with the alarms of erotic anticipation going off in his head, he helped her off with her blouse before he reached around behind her to unhook her bra. In the way of a skilled, albeit blind safecracker who didn't need the assistance of a light to see what he was deftly doing, his fingers felt her bra hooks while he listened for the clicks. One handed, he unhooked all four of her bra hooks. Then, as if there was something valuable hidden inside and there was, as if unveiling a work of art, a masterpiece, he took his time in revealing the artistic display of her hidden, mountainous treasures. Slowly, with great sexual anticipation, he peeled her bra straps from her shoulders, first one and then the other. Finally, removing one, slow, bra cup at a time, with him always acting as if this was the first time seeing her naked breasts, he removed her bra. Always he stared at her huge breasts and erect nipples before touching them, feeling them, and fondling them. Then touching her naked breasts, feeling her firm tits, and fondling her huge tits, he fingered her nipples. Trudy wasn't just any woman, she was his wife's mother, his mother, and here she was with him in his bed topless. With the twin peak playground now open, and with his mother-in-law's naked fun bags totally exposed to his horny eyes, hands, fingers, and mouth, he enjoyed the majestic view of her huge breasts even in the dark. Already erect and hardened by her sexual arousal, her nipples begged to be fingered and sucked, and he obliged her. As if she was breast feeding him, he could never resist sucking her huge tits. First, while continuing to kiss and kiss her, he felt and fondled her huge breasts while fingering her big nipples. Then, while still kissing and kissing her, he fingered, pulled, turned, and twisted her enormous nipples. Always his favorite part of having his wicked, sexual way with Trudy's big tits, he couldn't wait to suck them. "I can't get enough of your huge breasts Trudy. I love sucking your nipples," he said. She looked down at him sucking her tits as if she was breast feeding her baby. "Suck my nipples Roger. Suck them. Bite them. Turn them, twist them, and pull them," she said. "Squeeze my tits. Harder. Squeeze them harder. You won't hurt me. Oh, my God, I love the way you're so sexually enamored with my breasts." First one and then the other, he took her big tits in his mouth to suck, nibble, and bite her nipples while squeezing her massive breasts. It always so excited him that he was sucking the tits of Gwen's mother while his wife was asleep beside him. Seemingly in age, maturity, respect, and authority, with her one step away from his own mother, there was just something so erotically sexual about him touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking his mother's tits. Just as there was something so erotically sexual about having his wicked way with her naked breasts, there was something equally as erotic with her having her wicked way with his naked cock. "I can't wait to lick your pussy. I can't wait to make you cum," whispered Roger while sliding down her voluptuous body and staring up at her pretty face. Not wasting any time in making oral love to his mother, Roger stopped sucking Trudy's tits to position himself between her shapely legs. With her thighs firm from doing Pilate's exercises and her calves muscled from jogging, she had great legs for a mature woman. Again, as if unveiling a hidden treasure, he pushed up her short skirt to her waist to reveal her bright, white cotton panty. Then, as if he was her gynecologist examining her with not only his finger but also with his tongue, she lifted her shapely butt for him to remove her panty. Licking her while fingering her blonde, bushy pussy, as he's done so very many times before, sticking his fingers along with his tongue inside of her pussy, he was intent on giving her an oral orgasm. "Oh my God, Roger, rub my clit while licking my pussy. Eat me. Rub me harder while licking me faster," she said running her fingers through his dark, chestnut brown hair. In the way he put a gentle hand to her blonde, pretty head when she's sucking his cock, she put a hand to the back of his head to mash his face in her wet cunt. Obeying her in the way that any son would obey his mother-in-law, he gave her what she so wanted now, an oral orgasm, in anticipation of her giving him what he so wanted later, a blowjob. He buried his nose in her bushy mound to get a whiff of the muskiness of her sexual aroma. Mashing his face in her pussy in the way that he enjoys mashing his face in her naked breasts, he had her vaginal secretions in his mouth, up his nose, and all over his face. With him experienced eating his mother enough to make her cum within only a few minutes, wanting to taste her, he wanted her to cum in his mouth. Sexually exciting to give his wife's mother oral sex, in the way that he loved eating Gwen and Heather, he loved eating Trudy's bushy, blonde pussy too. He loved eating his mother-in-law as much as he loved eating his wife and her best friend, Heather. Unlike her mother and Gwen's best friend, Gwen's sister, Genevieve, would much rather that Roger fuck her pussy than to eat her pussy. She'd much rather fuck than to be eaten. She'd much rather fuck than to suck but after he gave Gwen's sister what she wanted, a good hard fucking, she gave him what he wanted too, a blowjob that culminated in cumming in her mouth and her swallowing his cum. Genevieve was the wild woman of the three. "I love licking your cunt Mom," said Roger knowing that Trudy got off when he talked dirty. He loved feeling Trudy silently move the more she became sexually aroused. When she closed her legs around his head to block his ears with her thighs, it was a special sensation as if she was birthing him. With his fingers and tongue deep within her, and with her moving and softly moaning to his sexual touches, he felt so very close to her. As soon as she stretched out and stiffened her legs, licking her faster while fingering her deeper, he knew she was ready to cum. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 01 "Lick me Roger. Lick me while rubbing my clit. That's it. Right there. Don't stop," she whispered while moving her hips and wiggling her legs while reaching down with both hands to mash his face in her sopping wet pussy. "Push down harder with your finger. Right there. Rub me, finger me, and lick me. Don't stop. Please don't stop." With her nipples exploding in their erectness and hardness, as soon as she was ready to cum, she covered her mouth with her hands so as to not awaken her daughter with her screams of sexual passion. "Oh God, Roger. Oh, God!" After she had her oral orgasm, basking in the afterglow of sex, he moved to her and they stayed like that holding one another, kissing one another, and sexually touching and feeling one another. Already slowly stroking him, with little time to waste, Trudy silently slid herself halfway down the bed to take her son's erect cock in her mouth. No matter how many times she's sucked him, he always had the same sexually excited reaction to Gwen's mother, his mother-in-law, taking his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Not only was it the warm, wet sensation that stiffened his cock but it was more who the woman was sucking him that made him so hard. "Oh Mom. Suck my cock. Blow me. Make me cum. I can't wait to cum in your beautiful mouth later," he said tracing her lips with his fingers with his hard prick buried in her mouth. "I can't wait to watch you swallow my cum after I fuck you. She looked up at him with her pretty face bejeweled by her big, blue eyes with his hard, hairy prick buried in her mouth. Even in the dark, he could see her gazing up at him. Even in the dark he could she how truly beautiful Gwen's mother was and what Gwen would look like in twenty years. Even in the dark, he could see his cock buried in her mouth and her sucking him. As shocking the first time as it still is now, Gwen's mother was stroking him. As shocking the first time as it still is now, Gwen's mother was blowing him. The sensation of his mother giving him a blowjob was as shocking the first time as it still is now. Still unable to wrap his head around Trudy sucking him, he still couldn't believe that his mother-in-law had his stiff prick in her soft hand while stroking him and buried in her mouth while sucking him. "I love sucking your big cock Roger," she said removing his cock temporarily from her mouth to whisper her sexual lust for her son. "I can't wait for you to put that monster inside of me," she said stroking him while taking him in her mouth again to suck him. "I can't wait for you to make love to me. I can't wait for you to fuck me. I can't wait for you to give me another orgasm," she said removing his prick from her mouth again to speak before taking his cock inside her mouth again to make him hard enough to fuck her. As excited as the first time she sucked him fifteen years ago, he was still as sexually excited whenever his mother sucked his cock now. He loved the sensation of her soft hand stroking him while her warm mouth sucked him and her wet tongue licked him. The bonus was that this wasn't just some MILF of an older woman, a cougar giving him a blowjob, this was Gwen's mother, his mother-in-law sucking his cock. While Trudy sucked him, really blew him, Roger looked over at his wife. Still sleeping, and even beginning to snore, not even having a clue what was happening next to her, she didn't even know her mother was there with them in bed. Gwen had no idea that he had just given her mother an oral orgasm. Gwen had no idea that her mother was giving him a blowjob. He put a gentle hand to the back of his mother's blonde, pretty head and gently pressed down to force his cock deeper in her mouth. Deep throating him while stroking him faster, as much as Roger loved having his cock sucked, obviously Trudy loved sucking her son's big prick too. Obviously Trudy loved sucking Roger's cock as much as Gwen and as much as his wife's best friend, Heather, loved sucking his big prick. Even though Genevieve sucked his cock long and hard enough for him to cum in her willing mouth, she'd much rather fuck him than suck him. Glad that he had a memory foam mattress that didn't move to awaken the person sleeping next to him, he humped Trudy's mouth with his cock and fucked her face with his hips. Seemingly through experience, when she felt him getting ready to cum, Gwen's mother stopped blowing her son. With her obviously wanting him to make love and to fuck her first, she didn't want him cumming in her mouth just yet. Instead, climbing off the bed, she removed her short skirt and naked now, she mounted him. She reached her hand down between her legs to position his erection by her pussy slit. Then, as if coming home and entering her in such a sacred place, with a hump and a thrust, he was inside Trudy's warm, wet pussy. In a word, it was glorious to have his erect prick inside of his mother-in-law's cunt. "You're so wet. You're pussy feels so warm. I love how you can tighten your muscles around my cock," he said. "I love making love to you," he said giving her a deep, wet, passionate kiss. She broke off his kiss to talk. Breathlessly, she whispered her sexual excitement. "Oh, that's it baby. That feels so good. Fuck Mommy. Make Mommy cum," she said humping him and making love to him before he rolled her over to fuck her. * * * * * As he did from his wedding night, every third night for the past fifteen years without his wife ever knowing and without fail, after eating her mother, he made love to her mother. After making love to Trudy more than one thousand, five hundred times in the course of fifteen years, with each time as exciting as the last, he still couldn't believe that he was making love to Gwen's mother again. Fucking her harder, fucking her faster, and fucking her deeper, he was giving Trudy what she needs, an orgasm, and she was giving him what he wants, a good hard fucking. "I love fucking you Trudy. I love pounding your bushy, blonde pussy," he said humping his mother faster and harder. She dug her fingernails in his back before grabbing his naked ass and pulling him tighter against her. Returning his humps, she humped him just as hard and as fast as he humped her. When she wrapped her shapely legs around his back, he knew that when she was in that position that she was getting ready to cum. "Oh, Roger, my sweet man, I'm going to cum. Fuck me harder Roger. Fuck me faster. Don't stop. Please don't stop," she whispered. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Humping her and making love to her before fucking her, really fucking her and pounding her pussy, when it was time for her to cum, when she was ready to have her orgasm, she covered her mouth again with her hands. Able to control her sexual excitement, a unique skill that she learned and mastered over the years, she had a second, quiet orgasm, this time from having sexual intercourse with her son. Holding himself back, wanting to cum in her mouth rather than in her pussy or on her huge breasts, he was able to control himself from prematurely ejaculating until she was sucking him. Then, moving to the side of him and beside him, with her on one side of him, with him in the middle, and her daughter at the far end of the king sized bed, while holding one another, they again enjoyed the afterglow of sex. Finally, as she's done so very many times before, Roger's mother slid her mouth down his naked body while kissing and licking him as she went. Sucking his nipples and moving lower while kissing his stomach, she continued down the length of his stomach to stick her tongue in his bellybutton. Teasing him with her eyes by staring up at him, she moved slower while moving lower. "I can't wait to suck your cock Roger. I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth. I can't wait to swallow your cum," she said moving lower slower. Finally positioned in place, with Roger waiting for the warm, wet sensation of his mother's mouth and tongue, ready to receive her motherly blowjob, Trudy took his cock in her hand before taking his erect prick in her mouth. Sucking him and licking him, she licked and sucked her vaginal secretions from his cock. Stroking him while sucking him, in the way that he gave her orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock, she was intent on having him cum in her mouth. As was his wife and his wife's best friend, Heather, Gwen's mother was a cum slut too. Just as she loving giving her son oral pleasure, Heather and Gwen loved sucking Roger's cock too. All three women loved swallowing his cum. Just as Roger loved licking Gwen, Heather, and Trudy's pussy, he loved having the three women suck his cock before cumming in their willing mouths. Teasing him by showing him her tongue while licking the head of his big prick, she stared up at him to show him his cock buried in her warm, wet mouth. As she's confessed to him many times before, she loved sucking her son. As she's confessed to him many times before, she loved it when he showed her his appreciation of her oral talents by ejaculating a warm, oozy load of his cum in her mouth. Just as it was sexually exciting for him to have his mother-in-law give him a blowjob, obviously it was sexually exciting for her to give her son-in-law a blowjob too. "Suck my cock Trudy. Blow me, Mom. Make me cum," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head while humping her face with his hips and fucking her mouth with his cock. As they discussed many times before, she loved the taste of his cum. She loved how she could always make him cum with her hand and with her mouth. She loved swallowing Roger's semen. A package deal, every husband should have a MILF of a mother like Trudy. A wedding bonus, every son-in-law should have a MILF of a mother-in-law who not only wants to fuck her son-in-law but also wants to suck her son-in-law. "Cum Roger. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth," she said. "I need to taste your cum." Then, with her sucking him deeper and harder while stroking him faster, as if she had turned on a hose, Roger gushed a huge load of warm, oozy cum in his mother's mouth. He watched her swallow and lick him clean. Then, while licking her lips, as if licking away the evidence of having eaten a vanilla ice cream, she moved up to him to hold him and for him to hug her. Kissing him before leaving him, it was Genevieve's turn to be intimately sexual with her brother-in-law. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 02 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Three -- Sex with his sister, Genevieve Roger has sex with his beautiful wife's sister, his sexy sister, Genevieve Trudy gathered her clothes, quickly got dressed and quietly left Roger and Gwen's bedroom to allow her daughter, Genevieve, some sexual alone time with her brother. In the way that his wife would never be okay with her husband having an extramarital affair, all three women knew they sexually shared Roger. Gwen had no idea that all of this was happening in her bedroom and in her bed beside her while she soundly slept in her drug induced slumber. To their credit, if the three woman were anything, even though they so betrayed Gwen by having sex with her husband, they were respectful of one another. To their credit, none of the women fought over Roger. With Roger the only man in their lives sexually, a win/win situation, they sexually gave Roger as much as he sexually gave them. Giving them their privacy, none of them infringed upon the allotted time of the other. Normally Gwen's mother, sister, and best friend took turns in having sex with Roger on alternating nights, but tonight was different. Instead of staying with him longer, they cut their time shorter so that all three women could have sex with Gwen's husband within the few hours they had. Now that they'd be having sex with him every night, instead of each sharing him twice weekly, they'd actually be spending more time with him than less time in the course of a week. With Roger's work schedule having changed from the first shift to the second shift, instead of him sleeping, having just come home from work, he was wide awake, horny, and ready for sex at this sexually bewitching hour. Never altering from his work and/or sexual routine to change his schedule before, typically Monday and Thursday nights were Roger's nights to have sex with Trudy, his MILF of a mother. Tuesday and Friday nights were Roger's nights to have sex with Genevieve, his sexy sister-in-law. Wednesday and Sunday nights were Roger's nights to have sex with Heather, his wife's hot, best friend. Now with his change in work schedule making more available in the way he never was before, every night was sex night with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather. From this night forward, every night, he'd be giving his mother three orgasms, one with his fingers, one with his mouth, and one with his cock. Every night he'd be giving his sister-in-law an orgasm by fucking her and really pounding her pussy until she screamed her orgasm in his pillow. Every night he'd be giving his wife's best friend an oral orgasm when having sixty-nine sex with her. Every night, he'd receive three blowjobs. Every night, he'd be cumming in his mother-in-law's mouth, his sister-in-law's mouth, and his wife's best friend's mouth. With Gwen more of a morning sex person than an evening sex person, Saturday and every day in between, whenever the mood struck her, which seemingly was all the time, was Gwen's turn to have sex with her husband. When Roger wasn't having sex with Gwen in the early morning or sometime during the day, he was having sex every night with one of three women, his mother, his sister-in-law, or his wife's best friend. Yet, no matter the time of day or night, whenever Gwen wanted Roger alone, saving them for later that night, he evicted Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather from his bedroom and from his bed to have sex alone with his wife. Every night, as soon as Roger came home from work and while Gwen was already fast asleep, like clockwork, either her mother, her sister, or her best friend soon arrived to keep Roger sexual company. Now every night, from this night forward, instead of having sex with only one woman in a night, coming in his bedroom one at a time, he'd be having sex with three women in a night, with them still entering his bedroom one at a time. First he'd have sex with Trudy, then with Genevieve, and finally with Heather. With him having sex with only one woman on alternating nights before, now he'd be having sex with three women, one at a time, every night. With his extramarital affairs having worked successfully undetected for fifteen years, bedding Gwen's mother, sister, and best friend was a good plan, so why stop now? A lucky man indeed, having Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather sexually in his life, along with his wife, was as if he had four, loving wives who were willingly ready and available at his beck and call to give him hot sex. Obviously for his plan to have worked so well and so long was because the three women wanted him as much as he wanted them. With none of the women jealous and/or possessive of one another and/or of Roger, they all realized that Roger was Gwen's husband. Moreover, with them all comfortable in cheating behind her back, they all realized that what Gwen didn't know wouldn't hurt her. * * * * * As did her mother before her, quietly and without making a sound, as soon as Trudy slipped out of her daughter's bedroom, Genevieve entered her older sister's and brother's bedroom. Already wearing her sexy, short, low cut, sheer nightgown with nothing underneath, no panties and no bra, as if she was his wife instead of his sister-in-law, she wasted little time in removing her nightgown before climbing in bed naked beside Roger. In the way that Trudy and Gwen were all about foreplay, Genevieve was all about sex. Instead of kissing Roger while having him feel her through her sexy nightgown, she stripped herself naked as soon as she entered her sister's bedroom. "Hi," whispered Genevieve as if greeting her husband instead of her brother. Even after having sex with her more than fifteen hundred times in fifteen years, Roger still couldn't believe he was in bed with his wife's naked sister. First, with him having sex with Gwen's mother and now having sex with her sister before having sex with his wife's best friend, life doesn't get any better than this. Kissing him and kissing her, when it came to making out with Roger, Genevieve was just as sexually passionate as was her mother, her sister, and her sister's best friend. Kissing him and kissing her, Roger wasted no time in rubbing her wet clit while sucking her nipples as Genevieve fingered his cock. "I love kissing you Genevieve. You're such a great kisser. You make my cock so hard," he said when she moved her hand down to take his stiff, naked prick in her hand. All four women loved making out with Roger while he explored their naked bodies with his fingers, his hands, his mouth, and his cock. All four women were just as sexually sensual as was his wife. With not a sexually shy one in the bunch, all four women were incredibly sexy and sexual in bed. With their libidos matching his horniness, lucky for him, all four women loved sex. Even though all four women were tall, beautiful, blue-eyed, and busty blondes, seemingly with them all sounding the same on paper but with no two women alike, they were uniquely different when in bed and when having sex with Roger. "I need to suck you, Roger," whispered Genevieve. "I need to make you harder with my hand and with my mouth so that you can fuck me, really pound my pussy hard and long enough to make me cum." As did her mother before her, Genevieve slid her body halfway down the bed to take Roger in her mouth. Yet, different from her mother and from her sister, when it came to Genevieve, instead of their sexual union being more about making love, it was more about having sex. Even though she gave Roger sexual pleasure and made sure that he ejaculated in her mouth, her focus was on him giving her an orgasm. In the way that it's usually more about men when having sex with a woman, having sex with Genevieve was more about her. "Blow me Gen. Suck my cock. That's right baby. Take all of me in your mouth," he said softly while putting a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head in the way he had just done with her mother and will soon be doing with his wife's best friend. If he was to rank the four women in blowjobs, Gwen gave him the best blowjob, Heather was a close second, then Trudy, and Genevieve. If he was to rate the four women in sexual intercourse, Gwen was again first, then Genevieve, and finally Trudy. Interestingly enough, he never had sexual intercourse with Heather. They only gave one another oral sex. In the way that he felt about Heather, if ever he had sexual intercourse with her, he'd probably fall in love with her. As he loved having sex with his wife's best friend the best, with them just one step away from being in love with one another, she was most compatible with him. He could tell that she not only just liked him and loved having sex with him but also that she loved him too, in the way that he loved her. Yet, evicting Heather from his head, with what Genevieve said next, now was his time to be with Genevieve. "I can't wait for you to stick your cock inside of me," said Genevieve knocking the thoughts of Heather from Roger's head to more focus on his cock in his sister's mouth. "I'm so horny. I really need to get laid," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak before taking him in her mouth again. "Suck it Genevieve. Suck my cock. Show me my cock in your mouth. I want to see it. I want to watch you sucking me," he whispered. This wasn't just any woman giving him a blowjob, this was his wife's sister. Again, not wasting any time, as soon as he was hard enough, she moved her shapely, naked body up to him, mounted him, and reached between her legs to take hold of his cock. With a hump, he was inside of Gwen's sister. Again, not wasting any time, as if she was the man and he was the woman, as if she was the Dom and he was the sub, she was fucking him, really fucking him hard. "Fuck me Roger. Fuck me," she said a little too loud than he would have liked her to talk. "I need to cum. Make me cum." Even after all of these years of having sex with his sexy sister having her there naked in bed with him was always difficult for him to wrap his brain around. After just having sex with Gwen's mother, unbelievably he was now having sex with Gwen's sister. With Eros, the God of love and sexuality smiling down upon him, life can't get any better than this, that is, until he has sex with Gwen's best friend, Heather. Just as Gwen's mother had been in bed with him naked, now Gwen's sister was in bed with him naked, and soon Gwen's best friend will be in bed naked with him too. Perhaps, easier for him to make the sexual transition before when he worked the first shift and had sex with just one woman in a night, now, going from Trudy, to Genevieve, to Heather is a transition that most men would love to make. Only, sexually overwhelming going from one lover to another, most men wouldn't have the energy and the stamina to sexually satisfy three, horny women in one night, every night, but Roger did. He only wished he could tell someone of his good sexual fortune. He only wished he could brag to his friends that he was having nightly sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Only, for fear that it would somehow get back to his wife, he could never tell anyone that he was having sex with his mother-in-law, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Besides, thinking that he was making up erotic stories, no one would believe him anyway. They'd think he was lying. They'd think he was making up tall tales. They'd think there was something seriously wrong with him to tell them that he was having nightly sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Only a superhuman man could have sex with three women in one night, every night. Different from her mother who was more like Gwen when it came to making love, Genevieve preferred getting laid instead of being eaten. With her loving to bang her naked body next to her brother's naked body, she loved to fuck. Sexual intercourse and feeling a hard cock inside of her was more her thing. Even though she willingly sucked Roger's cock after he gave her an orgasm, she more loved a good, hard fucking rather than a continual licking or a warm, wet sucking. Her thing was feeling a hard prick disappearing deep inside of her warm, wet pussy. Her thing was being humped really hard. Her thing was having a screaming orgasm during sexual intercourse. "So firm and so shapely, I love your tits Genevieve," he said reaching up to grab two handfuls of her C cup breasts. "You have big nipples just like your mother and your sister," he said fingering her nipples while pulling, turning, and twisting them. As she's told Roger many times before while riding him as if riding a wild horse on the range or at a rodeo, moving her body while gyrating her hips, Genevieve loved being on top. As if she was a Dominatrix, she loved being in sexual control. As she was during the day at work as a boss, she was at night when having sex with him. She was in charge of him giving her an orgasm just as she was in charge of when he was allowed to cum in her mouth. She loved being in sexual charge of him giving them both sexual orgasms. Still in the afterglow of sex after having sex with Trudy, Roger didn't mind giving Genevieve the sexual control of his body because soon he'll be flipping her over and pounding her pussy as if he's a sexual, steam machine. Taking more physical energy to get Genevieve off than it did Trudy and Heather, his sister was a fucking machine. Yet, experienced in always giving her an orgasm, soon he'll be giving her what she wants and what he needs. Soon he'll be fucking his wife's sister as if she's some slutty, sexy, drunken bitch he picked at the bar for the night. "Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me," she said scooping up her long, blonde beautiful hair in her hands to lift it on top of her head and holding it there with both hands while she rocked and bucked her hips. Posing as if she was a model while positioned on his cock, if he was a painter, he'd paint her. If he was a sculptor, he'd sculpt her. If he was a poet, he'd be inspired to write a love poem about her but in the case of Genevieve it would be more an erotic, sexual poem more than it would be a poem of love. There was nothing loving about their sexual union. Other than the kissing, touching, feeling, and fondling, there was nothing loving about having sex with Genevieve. Having sex with her was the closest thing to having sex with an animal. Whenever he had sex with Genevieve, it was animalistic sex as if he was having sex with a succubus, a she-devil, or a witch. Humping him and bouncing on him, she rode him as if he was a bouncy ball or an amusement ride at a carnival. She confessed that she loved the sensation of his stiff prick going in and out while going deeper inside of her and while she humped him harder and humped him faster. Sexually proactive, she knew what she needed to get herself off. With his big, hard cock buried inside Genevieve's cunt, Roger wasn't much more than a human sex toy for her. Returning her humps, hump for hump, getting into a sexual rhythm, they were a fucking, humping machine of piston driving motion. Where Trudy and Gwen wanted to experience it all, Genevieve just wanted to fuck. Where Trudy and Gwen were more about making love, Genevieve was all about having sex. Forget about making love, she just wanted that orgasm from having sexual intercourse. As far as Genevieve seemingly was concerned, Roger could have been anyone. Her human vibrator, Roger could have been her dildo. Genevieve would much rather have hard, pounding, animal like sex than making soft, sweet, human love. Not knowing why she doesn't come dressed as a Dominatrix to one of their sexual sessions, she'd be perfect in that sexy attire. He could always picture her dressed in a black, body forming leather corset with black panties, black garter belt, black stockings, black high heeled boots, and holding a whip. He was surprised she never tied him to his bed. In the way she was always in command of their sex, he was surprised she didn't torture him, punish him, and discipline him. Perhaps if their sexually intimate times weren't so rushed, she'd accommodate him by dressing as a Dominatrix. He could see her demanding that he call her Mistress Genevieve just as he could hear himself calling her Mistress Genevieve. He could see her taking charge and taking control before tying him to a wall in her dungeon. He could see her teasing him with her body and withholding sex from him until he was submissive enough to be rewarded with receiving all of her. Not making love to her brother, in the way that Trudy made love to her son-in-law, and in the way that Gwen always made love to her husband, Genevieve went from kissing him, to sucking Roger's cock, and to fucking Roger's cock. In the way that it was more loving sex to Gwen, Trudy, and even Heather, it was just sex to Genevieve. More sexually wild than her mother, sister, and Heather combined, as if daring Gwen to awaken to catch her fucking her husband, Genevieve rode her brother-in-law as if she was riding a bull at the rodeo or at Bob's & Barbie's Bronco Bar & Barbeque. "Yee ha!" Whenever she screamed like that, fearing she'd awaken the dead and awaken his wife, Roger covered Genevieve's mouth with his hand. "Quiet you'll wake Gwen. If you wake your sister, she'll be pissed and we'll both be screwed," he whispered. With her arm raised in the air as if she was busting a wild Mustang, if she could scream her sexual pleasure even longer and louder she would. Yet, with Roger always ready with his pillow to put over his sister's, big mouth should she get out of verbal control, he didn't want her waking up his wife. The last thing that he wanted Gwen to know was that he was having his wicked, sexual way with not only her sister but also with her mother and best friend. The last thing he wanted to do was to awaken Gwen before he had a chance to have sex with Heather. With Heather his favorite, even though their sex was confined to doing sixty-nine, he really loved having sex with her nearly as much as he loved having sex with his wife. "Oh, Roger," she purred. "I'm getting ready to cum. You're going to make me cum. You always make me cum," she said. "You're such a good fuck. You always give me what I want and what I need, an orgasm." Fucking him harder, she fucked him faster. Having sex with Genevieve was as good as it was the first time they had sex. With her big, C cup breasts bouncing and swaying, Roger harnessed her big tits with his hands as if roping a calf and as his way to hang on to Gwen's sister. Then, he wrapped his arms around his sister's back in the way of grabbing onto and holding onto a slippery pig that escaped from the pigpen. While kissing her and before leaning his head down to suck her erect nipples, he humped her harder to impale her wet, warm pussy deeper with his cock before rolling her over to really pound her blonde, trimmed pussy. Then, as if wrestling a calf to the ground, he spun her around, rolled her over, spread her legs with his knees, and mounted her. Her telling him that she was going to cum was his cue to pound her pussy, really pound her cunt, and fuck her as hard as she wanted to be and needed to be fucked. With him the boss of her now, making his sister his bitch, he was in sexual control of her. "I love fucking you Gen. You're such a good fuck. You're so sexy. You're so hot. I love burying my cock inside of you," he said while humping her harder and faster. "I love making you cum." If it was a fucking that Genevieve wanted, never disappointing her sexually before, it was fucking that his sister was going to get. Determined to make her cum, he didn't want her leaving his bed and leaving his bedroom sexually unsatisfied. Always wanting her to return for more, he enjoyed having sex with Genevieve as much as he enjoyed having sex with Trudy, and Heather and nearly as much as having sex with Gwen. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 02 "Oh, Roger. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she said wrapping her legs around his back while reaching down to grab his ass and pull him harder into her pussy. Humping her harder while humping her even faster, he had her moaning and screaming in no time. Seemingly with her intent on waking her sister, he put a pillow over her face to muffle her screams. Seemingly, she screamed as if she wanted to be caught. Seemingly, she didn't care if Gwen awakened to see her sister fucking her husband. With her going one up on Gwen, seemingly, she wanted the excitement of the physical and emotional confrontation that she was having sex with her sister's husband. "I love fucking you Gen," he said pounding her pussy faster and harder. In the way that her mother loved him talking dirty to her, so didn't Genevieve like him talking dirty to her too. "I love feeling my hard, hairy prick in your warm, wet cunt." Only three years apart in age, Genevieve was 35-years-old and her sister was 38-years-old. With both women always in competition with one another, Roger couldn't help but feel that Genevieve only had sex with him as her way of getting back at her sister. Yet, whatever Genevieve's motive was for having sex with him, he didn't care. He was just happy that he was fucking his sexy sister and she was sucking him. With his cock buried in his sister's pussy and soon to be buried in her mouth, after having sex twice a week with her for the past fifteen years, he couldn't be happier. Even though it was only about sex with Gen, he loved having sex with his sister-in-law as much as he loved having sex with his mother-in-law and his wife's best friend. Perhaps with Genevieve always angry and obvious jealous of her sister, maybe it was time for her to bury the hatchet in the way that he had buried his prick in her pussy and in her mouth. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop Roger. Don't stop. Right there baby. I'm cumming. I'm going to cum," she said just Roger covered her mouth with a pillow before she screamed loud enough to wake up the dead and his drug induced wife. "Oh, Roger. Oh, Roger. Oh, Roger," she screamed loud enough for him to cover her mouth with a pillow again. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Continuing to fuck Gwen's sister harder, he fucked his sister deeper and faster. Always, Genevieve got what she so wanted. He gave her an orgasm. Then, with it her turn to give him some sexual satisfaction too, she climbed down from him, slid down beside him, and took his cock in her mouth to suck him. In the way that he had to wrap his brain around his MILF of a mother sucking his cock, he had to wrap his brain around to his sexy sister-in-law giving him a blowjob. Not giving him as good of a blowjob as Trudy, Heather, and Gwen, yet, except for his wife, in the way that she humped him and used her body, Genevieve was definitely the best lay. With his hands touching, feeling, and fondling her naked body, it felt so good to be inside of his sister-in-law. When it came to fucking, her favorite thing to do, game on, Genevieve was a pro. In the way she moved her sexy, shapely body, she could make an impotent man erect enough to cum. As did her mother before her and as does Heather and Gwen when sucking him, Genevieve stared up at him with his erection buried in her mouth. These women all knew what men wanted. These women all knew what it took to erotically please and sexually pleasure a man. Even in the dark he could see her smiling and her big, blue eyes staring up at him. Even in the dark he could see her sucking his cock. He watched her warm, wet tongue play with his prick. Teasing him with her tongue, she stroked him harder and faster with her hand. Licking him while sucking him and stroking him, she was a capable cocksucker and blew him well enough to always make him cum. Then, sucking him deeper, she sucked him harder while stroking him faster. "Oh, my God, Gen, you're going to make me cum," he said humping her mouth. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum." Then, as if him telling her that he was going to cum was her sexual on button, she sucked him harder and deeper while stroking him faster. Obviously, in the way he was intent on giving her an orgasm while fucking her, she was intent on having him cum in her mouth while sucking him. Not wanting to disappoint his sister, as he did with her mother, he put a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head. Humping her mouth, he fucked her face and within only a minute or two, as he did with her with mother before her, he deposited a warm, pool, of oozy cum in Genevieve's mouth. As soon as Roger ejaculated in Genevieve's mouth, she swallowed his cum. Then, not taking the time to bask in the afterglow of sex in the way her mother did and in the way that Gwen always does, she climbed out of bed and put on her nightgown. Then, not even giving him a kiss and not even turning to look at him, she left the bedroom to give Gwen's best friend, Heather, a turn with Roger too. Obviously done with him, with her getting what she wanted, an orgasm, she gave him what he wanted, a blowjob. Yet, even though he was still reeling from Genevieve fucking him before sucking him, as much as he loved having sex with his mother and his sister-in-law, he always looked forward to having sex with his wife's best friend. * * * * * Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Chapter Four -- Sex with Heather, his wife's best friend Roger has sex with his wife's hot, best friend, Heather Saving Heather for last, second only to his wife, she was his best sexy, sexual partner in bed. There was just something about Heather that he loved. As much as he loved spending time with her, he loved having sex with Heather. Equally as forbidden having sex with her as it was having sex with his mother and/or his sister-in-law, Heather was his wife's best friend. With the four women as thick as thieves, so very close to one another, it always surprised Roger that he was able to persuade them, on his Honeymoon of all times, to have sex with him. Not even married a day, his sexual infidelity started that night. Horny from seeing them all so sexually dressed as his wedding, when his drunken bride passed out, all he could think about was having sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Just as Trudy betrayed her daughter by having sex with her son-in-law and Genevieve betrayed her sister by having sex with her brother-in-law, Heather betrayed her best friend by having sex with her husband. What was that about? Something that he didn't understand and something that only a psychiatrist could unravel, he was just happy for his sexual situation that enabled him to enjoy having sex with all four women. Normally, just as a mother would never have sex with her son-in-law and a sister-in-law would never have sex with her brother-in-law, he hit the sexual jackpot when his wife's best friend agreed to have sex with him too. With the two of them the most compatible, Roger loved kissing Heather as much as he loved kissing his mother. He loved kissing Heather as much as he loved having sex with her. He loved kissing and having sex with Heather nearly as much as he loved kissing and having sex with his wife. More than just sex, there was something special about Heather. There was something about feeling Heather's naked body while kissing her. Besides being beautiful, there was just something about her that he loved. Even though he had a close sexual connection and friendship with his mother and his sister-in-law, he was closest to Heather. He was nearly as close to her as he was to his wife. With them sharing secrets while laughing and talking, when not having sex, he had as much fun talking and joking with Heather as he did having sex with her. Inside and out, she was just such a beautiful woman. In the sensuous way she moved, in the seductive way she looked, and in the sexy way she walked and talked, she was so damn sexy. If he wasn't already married to Gwen, he'd marry Heather. With men not committing to women today in the way that he eagerly gave his love and commitment to Gwen fifteen years ago, when he was only 23-years-old, surprisingly, none of these women had a man in their lives but for his wife. Shocking that none of these beautiful and sexy women had a steady boyfriend, having fun and enjoying it while it lasted, Roger was just glad that he could sexually take care of them all. Yet, whether having sex with Gwen, with her mother, with her sister, or with her best friend, with each woman so different when having sex, Heather always gave Roger great sex. His personal vision of loveliness, with her not wasting time to remove her clothes, she entered his bedroom naked. The shadowy silhouette of her naked form gave him an erection. Even in the dark, he knew it was her. Even in the dark, he was sexually excited by the anticipation of touching her, feeling her, and fondling her while kissing her. "Hi baby," she said. He loved her name. In the way that he's written his wife's name, Gwendolyn and Gwen thousands of times, he's doodled Heather's name thousands of times too. As much as he loved his wife's voice, he loved Heather's voice too. As much as he loved his wife's laugh, he loved Heather's laugh too. With both women having the same curves, her body was most like his wife's body. He loved her fresh smell of peaches, lemons, and strawberries that attached itself to her soft skin and clung to her blonde hair. In the way that Gwen was truly a beautiful woman, so wasn't Heather. He was more excited over having sex with his wife's best friend than he was over having sex with his mother and/or sister-in-law. "Hi Heather," he said. Silently, as if floating along the carpet, she moved to his side of the bed. As if she was his wife and he was her husband, she climbed in bed beside him as if she belonged there. She held him in the way that Gwen holds him. She kissed him in the way the Gwen kisses him. With her not just his wife's best friend, she hugged him and kissed him as if she was more his wife instead of his lover. Definitely there was a love connection between the two of them. God forbid but should anything ever happen to Gwen, he'd have Heather there to help him through his time of need. With both women so very much alike, seemingly sometimes both women were interchangeable. Having been friends all of their lives, they were more like sisters with one taking the characteristics of the other and with one talking like, laughing like, and sounding much like the other. As much as he was sexually attracted and emotionally attached to his wife, he was sexually attracted and emotionally attached to Heather. Heather, Heather, Heather, he loved holding and kissing Heather while touching, feeling, and fondling her naked body. Heather, Heather, Heather, loving the sensation of licking her pussy while she sucked his cock, he loved having sex with Heather. Truly, he loved Trudy, Genevieve, and especially Heather nearly much as he loved his wife. Accustomed to having all four women in his life for the past fifteen years, he wouldn't know what he'd do if Trudy, Genevieve, and/or Heather suddenly found someone special and married them. A serendipitous sexual situation for him to be immersed in and to have enjoyed for so long, he appreciated every night with each one of them as if it was his last time with them. In the way it all so unexpected started so very long ago on his wedding night and right after his wedding, while Gwen was drunk and asleep, it could all end in a poof. Yet, in the way that he had sex with them while married to Gwen, should they ever find someone to love and someone else to have sex with, he wondered if they'd continue having sex with him while married to their husbands. Who knows, maybe their husbands would visit Gwen in her bedroom and have sex with her in her bed in the way that Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather visited him in his bedroom and has sex with him now in his bed. Only, with his wife a one man woman, she'd never have sex with anyone but him, her husband, and the love of her life. A virgin when he married her, with him the only man she's ever experienced sexually, he's the only man for her in her life. Even after cumming twice, he had an erection with the sexual anticipation of Heather entering his bedroom. After being intimate with her for fifteen, sexually exciting years, seemingly, indeed, Heather was his second wife. All three women were his wives in more than one way or another. With Trudy more his lover than his mother, with Genevieve more his lover than his sister-in-law, and with Heather more his lover than his wife's best friend, life couldn't be any better for Roger. While so many men dream and wish they could have sex with their mothers, their sisters-in-law, and their wives' best friends, here he was living out most men's sexual fantasies. Even after having sex with each of them for fifteen years, sometimes he had to pinch himself for him to realize that he was having sex with his mother-in-law, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. If only his friends knew his sexy, sexual secrets, he wondered what they'd say. If only his wife knew his sexy, sexual secrets, he knew what she'd say. "How dare you have sex with my mother? How dare you have sex with my sister? How dare you have sex with my best friend? Get out! Get out of the house! Take your things and leave. Go! Just go! I want a divorce!" Different from Trudy's kisses and Genevieve's kisses, when Heather passionately French kissed him, more in the way that Gwen passionately French kissed him, Heather kissed him more with love than with just sexual passion. In the way that having sex with Gwen's sister was more about sex than it was about love, having Heather in his bed was more about love than it was about sex. Returning her passionate kisses with his passionate kisses, he loved kissing Heather nearly as much as he loved making out with his wife. Except for Gwen, with Trudy a close third and Genevieve a distant fourth, Heather was the best kisser. In the way that he felt something intangible and indescribable when kissing Gwen, he felt the same way when kissing Heather. Lost in her kisses, it was more than just a kiss. In the way that Gwen blanked his mind when kissing her, Heather blanked his mind when kissing her too. Perhaps because they were so very much alike, he sometimes felt as if he was with Heather when he was with Gwen and felt as if he was with Gwen when he was with Heather. Especially when alone with them in a darkened bedroom, a weird sensation, sometimes he felt as if he was bedding identical twins. "I love kissing you Heather while feeling your beautiful body. You are so very beautiful. You're so sexy," he said kissing and kissing her. Unable to stop kissing her, he could never get enough of her red, full lips. "You're not so bad yourself Roger," she whispered with a laugh. "If Gwen hadn't already taken you, had you met me before you met Gwen, I always imagined us being married," she said with some sadness. "I always imagined us having kids." In the way that Gwen couldn't give him a son or a daughter, he wondered if he had married Heather if they'd have children today. Only, just as Gwen was infertile, with him shooting blanks, he was unable to have children too. Rare for both of them to be unable to have children, it was their forsaken curse to bear. If there were any two people in the world who should have children, so loving and kind, they should have children. Perhaps if he was able to impregnate Gwen, for fear that they may become pregnant too, Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather wouldn't have had sex with him. Yet, as much as he loved his sexual times with Gwen's mother and sister, he loved his sexual times with his wife's best friend too. Always so natural, it was always as sexually exciting as it was fun having sex with Heather. Totally compatible, as compatible as he was with Gwen, sometimes he wondered what it would be like being married to Heather instead of to Gwen. Not regretting his decision to marry Gwen at all and had he not experienced Heather sexually, perhaps he'd be sexually lusting over her more than he is now. As if his stiff, hairy prick was an extension of her soft, warm, wet tongue, Heather on the other hand was seemingly content just sucking Roger's cock while he licked her pussy. In the way that he never discussed any sexual details with of the other women with Trudy, Genevieve, or Heather, there was never any talk of leaving his wife to marry any of them. All three women seemed content to have nothing more than a sexual relationship with him. Besides, even though he loved having sex with Heather, he couldn't imagine himself leaving Gwen for any woman. The love of his life, she was his perfect wife. In the way that Gwen loved sucking his cock, Heather loved giving him blowjobs too. In the way that Trudy expected him to sexual satisfy her and in the way that he had better give Genevieve an orgasm, he didn't have to return the sexual favor for Heather to blow him. She was more content just to be there with him and spending some alone time with him. As long as it wasn't in front of Gwen, any time and any place, she'd fall to her knees, unzip him, pull out his cock, and suck his cock. Any time and any place, while staring up at him with her bright, blue eyes and pretty face, she'd allow him to cum in her sexy mouth while he watched her swallow. In the way that he loves her, without a doubt, she loves him. Yet, Gwen is his number one, his wife, his only wife, and the confessed and admitted love of his life. Still he sometimes imagines what it would be like to be married to Heather. With him unable to get enough of fingering, licking, and eating her shaved pussy, she'd suck him all day and every day if she could. In the way that she'd suck his cock all day and every day, he'd eat her pussy all day and every day too while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. "Lick me Roger. Lick me. Stick your finger inside of me while you rub my clit," she said temporarily removing his cock from her mouth for her to speak. Obeying her every command, Roger licked her. Roger lapped her. Roger stuck his tongue in her pussy along with his finger while rubbing her clit and licking her bald cunt. "Suck me, Heather. Blow me. I love your blowjobs. I can't wait to cum in your mouth," he said. A real, sexy cum slut, as if she was a high priced call girl, Heather seemingly can never get enough of Roger's, stiff prick. As she's confessed to him several times before, swallowing him as if she was swallowing oysters, she loved the sexy, sensual, sexual sensation of his cum in her mouth when sliding down her throat. As she's confessed to him many times before, a man ejaculating in her mouth was a testament and his personal testimony to her cock sucking skills. Indeed, he could never reject Heather and/or stop himself from ejaculating his load of cum in her willing mouth. A skilled cocksucker right up there with Gwen, she seemingly took great pride in not only sucking his cock but also in making him cum. In the way he intimately knew what Gwen, Trudy, and Genevieve sexually wanted, he knew instinctively what Heather wanted too. They all had sex enough times for him to instinctively know what one another preferred and how they wanted their sex. Not taking the time to explore, they assumed their sexual positions. Roger wasted no time in spinning Heather around in the sixty-nine position. With her pussy so smooth, so soft, and already so sticky wet, in the way he did with his mother's blonde bushy mound, he buried his face in Heather's shaved pussy. He fingered and licked her while she stroked and sucked him. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 02 Unlike his mother who had a whole forest of blonde, pubic hair, and with Genevieve having a blonde, putting green of crotch hair, his tongue was always coated with fine, blonde pussy hair. Having to stop his licking to avoid swallowing enough crotch hair to cough up a blonde hairball later, Heather's lack of blonde pubic hair didn't get in the way of eating her. With nothing to interfere with the sweet, syrupy taste of her, as if licking a rich, fine dessert but without the calories, he received the full dose of her honeyed, vaginal secretions. "Oh, that's it baby. Right there. Right there. I'm cumming. I'm cumming Roger. Rub my clit harder. Lick me faster. I'm almost there. Don't stop eating me. Please don't stop licking me." Every time Heather gave him the warning when she was going to cum, he made sure that he was ready to cum too. "You go ahead Heather and I'll cum with you. I'm ready anytime you are. Suck me baby. Suck my cock Heather and we'll cum together," he said humping her mouth with his hips. Just as he loved giving her an oral orgasm, he loved cumming in her mouth. Taking some practice, but after having had sex with her since the third night of his Honeymoon when he first married Gwen fifteen, happy years ago, sexually indulging one another, they always had an orgasm at the same time. Able to sense one another's bodies ready to cum and timing it perfectly at the exact moment, she had her orgasm in his mouth just as he ejaculated his cum in her mouth. Without doubt, Heather was a skilled cocksucker and even though Roger had just ejaculated twice before in Trudy's mouth and in Genevieve's mouth, Heather sucked him as hard and as deep as a Dyson vacuum sucking dirt from a carpet. No matter how many times he's ejaculated before, she was always able to get him to cum again. Had he had sex with Heather first, with her sucking him so deeply and so completely, he didn't think he could cum again no matter how good of a blowjob his mother and/or sister-in-law gave him. The only one who could get him to cum again after Heather blew him is Gwen. Just as Gwen was the best lover, she gave him the best blowjobs too. Yet, with all four women so different in bed, he'd never get bored with any of them. Indeed, he was a lucky man to sexually experience all of them. * * * * * It always amazed Roger that his wife could sleep through him having sex with her MILF of a mother, her sexy sister, and her hot, best friend. With her always having been a restless sleeper before and getting up in the middle of the night to watch TV, thank God she took a sleeping pill, wore a sleeping mask, and stuck earplugs in her ears every night now. Thank God for his memory foam bed that didn't squeak, rattle, or move. In the way that he pounded her pussy so hard, hard enough for her scream in his pillow and to always cum, he could fuck Genevieve with a glass of wine positioned on the end of the bed. As long as they didn't kick it with their feet, they wouldn't spill a drop and surely not awaken Gwen with his thick memory foam bed. Having sixty-nine sex with Heather, as long as she didn't scream her orgasm, with his cock buried in her mouth to muffle the sound of her orgasm, was the quietest sex he had with any of the three women. His wife, his mother, and his sister-in-law were all screamers. With Gwen screaming to high heaven when having an orgasm, not wanting to awaken her daughter, Trudy covered her mouth with her hands. For her not to awaken her sister, he always had to put a pillow over Genevieve's face. Seemingly Genevieve would like nothing better than for Gwen to suddenly awake to see her fucking her husband. Heather, on the other hand, learned to have a quiet orgasm so that she didn't disturb her best friend. Respectful of their tenuous, sexual situation, as much as Roger didn't want these extramarital affairs to end by waking up Gwen, so didn't Heather. Yet, after having sex with one of these three women nearly every night since he's been married, sometimes sleeping as if she was dead, amazingly, Gwen never awakened unexpectedly other than to pee. Roger had it timed at the exact quarter hour when his wife would stir from her deep slumber to use the toilet. By the time she awakened, the women were already long gone and he was sleeping. By the time his wife awakened, there was no evidence that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. With her never the wiser, after ejaculating his load of cum in her mother's mouth, in her sister's mouth, and now in her best friend's mouth, he slept like a baby. Now instead of having sex with just one woman a night, for however long it lasted, he hoped his new second shift schedule continued where he had sex with all three women in a night. While continuing to have sex with his wife during the day, now he'll be having sex with three women every night and a total of four women every day. Seemingly, as if the three women knew just the right moment to leave, always leaving just before Gwen awakened to pee, Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather were already gone from their bedroom and from their bed. With four sexy, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed, blonde women in his life, a happy and appreciative man, Roger's sexual life couldn't be any better. When not making love to his wife, he was making love to her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 03 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Five -- Roger's reoccurring sexual fantasies Roger's sexual fantasies of his wife's mother, sister, and best friend are revealed to his wife. Always faithful in his fifteen years of marriage, Roger never cheated on Gwen, his wife. Not many men can attest to their fidelity to the holy state of matrimony. Not many men have as happy of a relationship and good of a marriage that he does. His best friend and the love of his life, he truly loves his wife and would never do anything to hurt her, to destroy their love, and/or to undermine their close relationship by taking advantage of her trust. Even though he's not a religious man, doesn't even attend church regularly, he still believes in the sanctity of marriage. He took a vow to love, honor, and obey and he'd never break that vow for the sexual lust over any woman. Even if that woman was his wife's mother, sister, and/or best friend, especially if that woman was his wife's mother, sister, and/or best friend, he'd never cheat on Gwen. Other than how he dreams of Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather naked and having sex with them in his sexual fantasies, he'd never have sex with any of them while awake. Why would he want any woman when he has someone who looks like her in his life and in his bed? "Is it lawful for man to divorce..." (Mathew 19:3) "Therefore what God has joined together, let no man put asunder." (Mathew 19:6b) Yet, even though he's stayed true to his wife in his waking moments, Roger has had his share of sexual fantasies too. In the way that many men have salacious thoughts of other women when lusting over naked photos that appear on the Internet and/or in men's magazines, Roger's salaciousness thoughts and sexual lust is confined to his dreams. Forsaking his sexually inappropriate thoughts of his wife for other women when sleeping, namely her mother, sister, and best friend, he exclusively dreams of those three women naked while having sex with them nightly. Perhaps, his sexual fantasies of other women in his sleeping hours is part of the reason why he's able to stay so faithful to his wife during his waking hours. His sexual fantasies of his mother, sister-in-law, and wife's best friend are so real that he actually has conversations with his fantasy women while sleeping. It's a good thing his wife is out cold. It's a good thing his wife doesn't hear what he says to Trudy, her mother, Genevieve, her sister, and Heather, her best friend. Wouldn't she be shocked to hear her husband say all those dirty, sexual things that he says to her mother, sister, and best friend in his dreams? "I love mashing my face in your huge breasts and sucking your nipples Trudy. I love you, Trudy. I love kissing you, holding you, and making love to you," he routinely says to Gwen's mother while dreaming of her naked in bed with him and while having sex with her. "Now that you had your fun on top of me, it's time for me to roll you over and fuck you, really fuck you until you cum Genevieve. I love you, Genevieve. I love kissing you, holding you, and fucking you," he routinely says while imagining Genevieve naked and fucking his wife's sister. "I can't wait to cum in your mouth Heather. I love you Heather. I love kissing you, holding you, and licking your pussy," he routinely says in his sleep every night while imagining cumming in the mouth of his wife's best friend. Even though Gwen takes care of his every sexual need, with his wife the only woman he's seen naked and has had sex with, he dreams of what it would be like to see other women naked and to have sex with them. Other than the naked women he views on the Internet, being that the only other women in his life are his mother, sister-in-law, and wife's best friend, he imagines them naked while having sex with them. Even though he's totally happy and sexually satisfied with Gwen, it's only normal that he'd be sexually curious of seeing other women naked while having sex with them. He's always been a horny man. He's always had sexual needs. He's lucky to have found a woman who is just as sexual and as horny as he is. He's lucky to have three other sexy, sexual woman in his life who are so much like his wife on the outside, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, busty, and beautiful. He's lucky to have three other sexy, sexual women in his life who are so much like his wife on the inside, intelligent, funny, witty, loving, and caring. Whether man or woman, even those who are in a committed and loving relationship, who hasn't thought about having sex with others? What married man hasn't had forbidden thoughts of having sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and/or his wife's best friend, among other women too, such as having sex with strippers, strangers, and/or celebrities. What married woman hasn't had forbidden thoughts of having sex with her father-in-law, her brother-in-law, and/or her husband's best friend, among other men too, such as having sex with strippers, strangers, and/or celebrities. Even though we may truly love the one we're with, who doesn't ponder what this one or that one looks naked? Even though we may truly love the one we're with, who doesn't ponder what it would be like to have sex with someone else? What man doesn't masturbate to the forbidden, naked images of women giving him sex? Whether those naked women are his mother, sister-in-law, wife's best friend, neighbors, co-workers, celebrities, and/or strangers, what man doesn't sexually fantasize over other women? How many men and women would have sex with someone else if they knew no one would know and they wouldn't get caught? Not caring if they're caught or not, how many men and women would have sex with someone else knowing and not caring that they'd get caught, perhaps even wanting to be caught? With masturbation a rite of passage from the time of their prepubescent teens, how many men have looked at naked pictures of women while masturbating? How many men lust over the women in their lives, whether they be relatives, friends, neighbors, co-workers, strangers, and/or celebrities? How many women lust over the men in their lives, whether they be relatives, friends, neighbors, co-workers, strangers, and/or celebrities? "Look at that woman. She's so pretty. Look at the body on her. Did you see her ass? Did you see her tits? Damn, I'd love to fuck her. I'd love for her to give me a blowjob. I'd love to cum in her mouth," said the first man to the second man. "Hey, buddy, that's my wife you're ogling and saying sexually inappropriate things about," said the second man to the first man. "Oh. Sorry," said the first man. "Your wife is very pretty." Not yet a crime, once we're married, as long as we don't stare, leer, ogle, and/or say something that's sexually inappropriate, we can look but we can't touch. Unable to sample the merchandise, we can never again touch, feel, and taste again. Once we're married, except for our dreams and our private, sexual thoughts and erotic fantasies, we can never touch, feel, fondle, lick, suck, and fuck someone else again. It's a risky proposition to marry the one we think we love and then to discover that the one we married has turned into the shrew her mother was. "You're just like your mother, a real bitch," said the husband to his wife. "And you're like every, cheating man. No good and a real disappointment in bed," said the wife to her husband. Until death do us part, once we're married, as if we died, we're off the dating merry-go-round and sexual, free for all market until we're divorced or legally separated. Once we're married, forced to have sex with the one we married, even if the one we married is a cold fish in bed. Especially when we're with someone who doesn't share our overly active sex drive, it's human nature to want what we don't have and perhaps to be with the one we can never have. It's human nature to think that this one is better than that one even when most times they're not. Especially when it comes to celebrities and others we don't intimately know, it's human nature to envy someone else's lover and/or the sex lives of others. Acting their best and dressed their best when posing in front of the camera, when not in front of the camera, the women we see on TV and/or in the movies are not the same women in reality. Lusting over nothing more than a created image, figments of our sexual fantasies and our twisted imaginations, if we married the celebrity we thought we wanted, she'd turn out to be not much different than our wives. "You're nothing like I imagined you were when watching you on TV. I thought you were taller. I thought you were thinner. I thought you were smarter. I thought you had bigger tits," said the man enamored with the celebrity before and disappointed now. Once the imagined image of her wore off, she'd be no better than the woman we divorced. Once we scrape off all of her makeup, removed her hair extensions, see that she had breast implants, a phony laugh, and was dumb as a stump without her scripted responses, we'd more be lusting over our lost wives than over our celebrity fantasy women. Whoever they are, whether they're rich and/or famous, they're just people. "How would you like to be a fly on the wall of Jennifer Lopez, Scarlett Johansson's, or Sofia Vergara's bedroom," said one man to the other. "No thanks. Flies don't live long. If they're not swatted and smashed in the wall, then they're eaten by birds, spiders, and frogs," said the other man. "When I imagine a woman naked, I imagine my wife," said the faithful man with attitude. Even though our bed may be the hottest bed in town, how would we know? It's human nature to think that our neighbors and our friends have what we want in our miserable, little lives. It's human nature to think that rich celebrities have what's missing from our pitiful, non-existent, love lives. With few taking care in what they wish for, we all want what we don't have and/or can't have. Few of us are ever happy. Most of us think that we have nothing when seemingly all of those people we watch on TV, in the movies, at the Oscars, Emmys, and music award shows have everything. 'Bastards! Rich assholes! I can't believe they're having another award show and patting one another on the back.' Only, when comparing what someone else has to what we don't have and wish we had, how do we know what anyone has? How do we know who's happy and who's not? If rich celebrities were so happy, why are so many of them taking drugs, numbing themselves with alcohol, and finding themselves drying out in rehab? Is anyone truly happy? "At this very moment, I'm truly happy Honey," said a man to his wife while looking at her with love.. "Being that you're truly happy at this very moment, this may be a good time to tell you that I want a divorce," said the women to her soon to be ex-husband. Even though celebrities may have money, power, and influence, they may not have happiness. They may not have what we have, love and happiness. Wishing they can have a normal life again without Paparazzi cameras in their faces, with them wanting the fortune without the fame, we may be who they envy. As is any man, Roger is human after all. Whether a politician, a preacher, a celebrity, or an average Joe, the flesh is weak and the sexual desire is strong. Sometimes, depending on what's happening in our lives, the temporary, sexual comfort of another human being, a friend, a stranger, or even a blood related relative or, is what we may need to be whole again. Being that we all live in glass houses, and with no one knowing what we do behind our closed, bedroom doors, who among us is a saint rather than a sinner? Who among us is holier than thou? Who among us, when alone and horny, doesn't have sexual thoughts of their mothers, sisters,s, friends, neighbors, celebrities, and strangers? "Mom? Come to bed. I'm horny again." "I'll be right there Junior." Who among us can honestly say that they've never thought about this one naked while having thoughts of having sex with that one? Who among us can honestly admit that they've never had a sexual thought about another person? Who among us hasn't cheated on their spouses in their minds and in their hearts by fantasizing of seeing someone naked and having sex with someone in their dreams while they slept? Never mind thinking just about sex with our spouses, fantasizing about sex with someone, and dreaming about sex with someone, who among us hasn't masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with another? Even the richest men, the most, politically influential men, and the holiest men have had a little something on the side to pepper their speeches, inflame their thoughts, and inspire their sermons with a sexy, sexual flavor that's not always available to the rest of us. Reverend Martin Luther King had his bevy of black beauties. "I have a dream...of receiving a blowjob. Kneel before me, sister, and open your mouth wide so that I may anoint you with my big, beautiful, black cock. Amen." Forget about the forgettable escapades of Bill Clinton, President Kennedy had extramarital affairs behind Jackie's back with Marilyn Monroe, Blaze Star, Gene Tierney, Angie Dickinson, interns and staffers, and so many others. For a man with a bad back, he seemed to have miraculously been cured whenever a beautiful, sexy woman was in his bed. "Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Mr. President," sung Marilyn Monroe before having sex with not only President Kennedy but also with his brother too, Robert Kennedy, the then Attorney General of the United States. American televangelist Jim Bakker went to jail over the PTL Club scandal and Heritage USA Theme Park after confessing that he was wrong to steal everyone's trust and money and for having sex with Jessica Hahn. Wrong? He was wrong? Wrong is a concept for a four-year-old misbehaving. Lapses in judgment are now what politicians call when caught taking bribes and when caught with their hands in the cookie jars. "Lord, I was wrong," said Bakker before being hauled off to jail and before writing his aptly named book, "I Was Wrong." Give me a break. They're only wrong after being caught. Before being caught, tried, and convicted, they can justify that they're right in stealing everyone's money. Jimmy Swaggart asked for forgiveness again and again for his penchant for having sex with prostitutes. "Lord, I have sinned," said Jimmy shedding crocodile tears in the way that Tammy Faye Bakker shed a river of phony tears with her black mascara running down her face. Catch me once, shame on me. Catch me twice, well, then, "Lord, I have sinned." Seemingly wanting to have sex with any woman but with Hillary, can't say that I blame him there, whether with Gennifer Flowers or with Monica Lewinsky and with others, Bill Clinton was just a man whore. As much as he was driven by power, he was driven by sex too. Yet, with sex and power interchangeable, isn't sex and power sometimes one and the same? Depending how a man uses women could be sometimes deemed as having power over someone, especially if that man is POTUS, the President of the United States. "Do you like cigars Monica? Unlit cigars of course," said the President of the United States of America to Monica Lewinsky. Boy talk about poisoning the work environment with sexual harassment, with him pressuring Monica for sex was a real lapse in judgment for President Clinton. "Yes, I do Mr. President," said Monica. "I love unlit cigars. They remind me of my dildo." I can just imagine Bill giving her a smile of contempt because no man who likes women would ever be so disrespect and degrade a woman by sticking his cigar in her cunt. I wonder what Hillary said when she heard about that one. Who knows, maybe she wasn't surprised? Maybe he's done the same thing with her. "How dare you Bill? You told me that I was the only woman that you stuck your unlit cigar in her pussy," said Hillary to her husband. Imagine what his daughter thought of him when she heard that one. "Dad? Gross? You told me that I was the only woman that you stuck your unlit cigar in her pussy," said Chelsea. Ah, if only I was a fly in the oval office, I can only imagine the conversation that Bill Clinton had with his intern. "Allow me to give you a demonstration of how they do it in Cuba. Lift up your dress, take off you panties, and bend over," said President Clinton to Monica. Immediately Monica obeyed her president, the master of her universe. "Whatever floats your boat is fine with me Mr. President," said Monica hiking up her blue dress, removing her panties, and bending over. Now that we know what the President was doing with one hand, when inserting his unlit cigar in Monica's pussy, we can only imagine what he was doing with his other hand. "Oops, sorry Monica. I missed your mouth. I meant to cum in your mouth. I just got so sexually excited that my unlit cigar was in your pussy that I prematurely ejaculated. Being that I didn't cum in your mouth, just all over your dress, legally, that's really not considered having sexual relations, is it?" President Clinton stared at the big stain of cum on Monica's blue dress before looking up at her full lips caked with bright, red lipstick. "No, you're good, Mr. President. Even though there's a little lipstick on your dipstick, I only sucked you a little bit. I'm still a virgin, kind of, not really, actually not at all," said Monica. Not even trying to wipe it off and/or remove it with a napkin, the intern just allowed the cum stain to dry on her dress. What was she thinking? Actually, we all know now what she was thinking. With Bill Clinton such a brilliant man, a Rhodes Scholar at the University of Oxford, how could he be so stupid? "Damn, sorry about cumming all over your blue dress. Don't worry. I'll pay for the dry cleaning. You will have your dress cleaned, right? Can I trust you to do that?" President looked at her and gave her his best presidential smile. "Don't worry Mr. President. Of course I'll have my dress dry cleaned," she said giving him the finger behind his back. She gave him her best smile of subservient obedience when she was being so arrogantly disobedient in her inflammatory actions of impeachment when talking to the press. "And if anyone asks you about the cigar, don't say anything about that either," he said looking at her in the way that a father would look at his daughter but in the way that he never looked at Chelsea. "Okay?" Putting her beret on her head and freshening her lips with a thick coat of bright, red lipstick before leaving the Oval Office, she gave him a sexually seductive smile. "Mum's the word. My lips are sealed. You can trust me not to say anything to anyone...dead or alive, Mr. President," she said. Only, he should have told her not to write a book about the incident. Then if that wasn't enough of a lapse in judgment, President Clinton had the audacity to lie to all of us. How could we believe anything he said after that? "I did not have sexual relations with that woman," said President Clinton lying to America about not having sex with Monica Lewinsky. "According to my lawyers, Mo, Larry, and Curly, sticking an unlit cigar in her naked pussy and cumming all over her blue dress is not considered having sexual relations." * * * * * For sure, they all would have been better off if they had saved their penises for their wives, hadn't acted on their sexual impulses, and had limited their sexual indiscretions and fantasies to their dreams. Yet, seemingly just as it was necessary for them to have a little something on the side to stay married, it was necessary for Roger to have his innocent, sexual fantasies of his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend as he slept. What's wrong with that? There's nothing wrong with that? A man can dream, can't he? Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 03 It's one thing to think about and to fantasize over having sex with others but it's quite another thing to actually do the dirty deed. Yet, under the laws of the Catholic Church, seemingly unless having sex with little boys, of course, it's a mortal sin just to think, fantasize, and dream about having sex outside of one's marriage. Nonetheless, his nightly sexual fantasies, a man of moral character and faithfully, loving husband, Roger never gave in to the temptation of his sexual fantasies by looking outside of his marriage for extramarital, sexual activity. Even though, as his way to get to sleep, he sexually fantasized of having sex with Gwen's mother, sister, and best friend nightly, he'd never dare proposition any of them for sex. He's extraordinarily happy being married to Gwen. Yet, with Gwen, tall, blonde, sexy, and shapely, it's easy for him to remain faithful when he's married to someone who looks like her. Seriously, who would dare cheat on someone who looks like Heidi Klum? Seriously. C'mon. Are you kidding me? Who in their right mind would cheat on someone who looks like her? No man would ever look at another woman if he had someone who looks like Gwen and who's as erotically exciting and sexually willing as she is in his bed. Definitely in the way that most men lust over other women, any man who knew Gwen was assuredly lusting over her and, no doubt, was jealous of Roger. Easily able to defeat the Devil's temptation and to remain faithful to his wife and stay within the grace of God and the boundaries of marriage, why would he have sex with anyone else when he's married to a real, honest to goodness sexpot? A woman who's as sexual as he is, in the fifteen years of marriage, she's never turned him down for sex. With him possessing no fatal flaws, his only crimes are having sexual fantasies and sexual dreams of the three most important women in his wife's life. With no harm and no foul, and with him safe from discovery when sleeping, no woman can blame her man for what he dreams about when asleep. As long as he's a faithful, loving husband during his waking hours, he can be a lecherous man whore while asleep and no one would know. Unlike his waking moments when he's a loving, faithful husband, his sexual fantasies are outrageously sexual when sleeping. Yet, his dreams while sleeping are something that is beyond his control. Surely just as he can't be held liable and accountable for what he dreams while sleeping, in the way that a psychiatrist can interpret someone's dreams sexually as well as in non-sexual ways, he can't be held responsible for what he dreams. He may have more control over his sexual fantasies while he's awake but he has no control over what he dreams when he's sleeping. With a dream sometimes just a dream, something that should be added as an addendum to marriage vows, men should be allowed to imagine and fantasize without guilt and/or remorse over any sexual scenario with anyone while sleeping. It's just a dream. It isn't as if he's actually going to have sex with Jennifer Lopez, Sofia Vergara, and/or Scarlett Johansson. It isn't as if he's actually going to have sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, or with his wife's best friend. It's just a sexual fantasy he has to lull himself to sleep and to masturbate over later when he's awake and alone. Only unfortunately and admittedly, his sexual fantasies are much worse than those sexual fantasies of most horny men who sexually fantasize over celebrities, strippers, and their neighbors. His sexual fantasies aren't about his co-workers, the wives of his friends, women that appear on the Internet without their clothes, or even women he's seen at the mall. Every night, for the past fifteen years, his sexual fantasies were always of the same, sexual things with the same, three women. His sexually fantasies were always about seeing his MILF of a mother, Trudy, his sexy sister-in-law, Genevieve, and his wife's hot, best friend, Heather, naked while having depraved sex with them. The sexual fantasies that he has of them at night while sleeping is as real as anything he does during the day when awake. * * * * * Strangely enough with his sexual fantasies beginning on his wedding night, after his blushing bride passed out drunk and fell asleep exhausted, something he'd never do with any and all of the women when awake, he routinely does every night while sleeping. Once he imagined all three women without their clothes, as if he's seen them all naked in reality instead of in fantasy, he relies on his imagination to see them naked over and again. Once he started dreaming of having sex with his MILF of a mother, his sexy sister-in-law, and his wife's hot, best friend, opening up the sexual fantasy floodgates, he couldn't stop dreaming of them naked. As if the three women were really there in bed with him naked, with him sexually fantasizing over them giving him hot sex, his dreams were so surreally real. Just as he was unable to stop himself from dreaming of the women naked, he was unable to stop himself from having sex with their naked bodies. Now, just as much as Gwen is his partner in life and can't sleep without her sleeping pill, sleeping mask, and earplugs, he can't sleep unless he imagines having sex with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather. In the way that President Kennedy claimed he'd get a headache if he didn't have sex every day, instead of President Kennedy taking an aspirin or Roger taking a sleeping pill or a glass of warm milk before bed, he must imagine having sex with his wife's mother, sister, and best friend each night. His sexual fantasies were always about the three women who were most prevalent in his life, most important to his wife, and most integral to Gwen's life, her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Never ever fantasizing over anyone else, his sexual fantasies were only about and always about the three women who he sees and interacts with on a daily basis. Other than him having a sexual fantasy of his mother and/or his sister, his sexual fantasies of having prohibited sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend were the most forbidden sexual fantasies that he could possibly have. If he should have sex with any one of them, never mind all three of them, Gwen would never forgive him. With him being such a loving and faithful husband during the day, how dare he sexually lust over any woman other than his wife, albeit when he's sleeping during the night, when he has someone like Gwen in his life and in his bed? Of all the women to sexually lust over, how dare he sexually fantasize, albeit when he's sleeping, over her mother, her sister, and her best friend? What kind of deranged, degenerate man sexually fantasizes of having sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend? He couldn't possibly betray the trust of his wife any more than he has when sexually fantasizing of the three women naked while imagining having sex with Trudy, Genevieve, and/or Heather. It's one thing to be unfaithful but, assuredly and without a doubt, Gwen would never forgive his sexual transgressions if they were with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. He'd be easier forgiven if he had sex with a stranger, a stripper, a prostitute, and/or a celebrity than he'd be forgiven for having sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. "Gwen, I have sin. Gwen, I was wrong. I did not have sexual relations with your mother, your sister, and your best friend when awake, only when sleeping," he imagined saying to his wife while running out the backdoor with her shooting at him. If ever he had sex with any one of those women or all three of those women, as he routinely does in his nightly, sexual fantasies of them, their married lives as they now know it would essentially be over for good. If ever he had sex with any one or all three of those women, she'd divorce his ass in a heartbeat. With him driving a stake through her heart that could never be removed and would forever be in place between her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, he'd ruin the loving relationship that they all now so enjoyed. Alas, not entirely his fault, he has little control of his thoughts, his dreams, and his sexual fantasies when sleeping. As long as he doesn't act on any of his inappropriate, sexual thoughts, his perversely perverted dreams, and his incestuous sexual fantasies when awake, he's safe from detection. Gwen will never know that he sexually lusts over her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Assuredly, if he did have sex with his mother, with his sister-in-law, and/or with his wife's best friend, even if they seduced him, Gwen would blame it all on him. With him being the outcast of the family, eventually she'd forgive her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend for having sex with her husband but she'd never forgive him for having sex with any or all of them. With him being the horny, evil, and vile man who ruined her happy home, and with her feeling so betrayed, she'd surely blame him. Even if it was his mother, his sister-in-law, and/or his wife's best friend who put the sexual moves on him and who begged him to have sex with them, it would still be all his fault. Even if the sex was beyond his wildest imaginings, for sure, it wouldn't be worth losing everything he now enjoyed with Gwen for one or for one hundred rolls in the hay with Trudy, Genevieve, and/or Heather. Or would it? He'll never know or would he? Alas, much in the way of having his cake and eating it too, if only his wife would give him her blessing to have sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, he'd be such a happy man. For sure, in the way that they look at him, as if undressing him with their stare, he knows they all sexually want him as much as he sexually wants them. If only his wife would give him her blessing to have sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, he'd be an even more devoted husband. Only, with him having a better chance of winning the big lottery jackpot than having sex with her mother, sister, and best friend, neither winning the lotter nor having sex with any of those three women would never happen. "Honey? Where are you going?" Roger imagined Gwen asking him. "It's my night to have sex with your mother," Roger imagined answering his wife's question. She gave him a smile. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. Yesterday you had sex with Heather and tomorrow you'll be having sex with Genevieve. I have it now," he imagined Gwen saying. "Have a good time and don't drink and drive. Call me if you need a ride." If only she would be that understanding, how awesome would that be? Only, Gwen would never give permission for him to have sex with her mother, Trudy, with her sister, Genevieve, and/or with her best friend, Heather. Hell would freeze over before he ever felt the sexual warmth of their naked bodies or felt the heat from their deep, wet kisses. Never would he ever know what it feels like for them to suck him long enough and stroke him fast enough for him to cum in their mouths. Other than Gwen, of course, his supermodel lookalike of a sexy wife, all he has are his sexual fantasies. All he has are his perversely twisted, sexual dreams. All he has to keep him warm at night while his wife is in a drug induced deep sleep is the lust that he has in his sexual fantasies for her mother, her sister, and her best friend. At the risk of having her husband fall in love with one of them and ruining her marriage, what wife would give her husband permission to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend? Besides, whether he had sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and/or her best friend or not, that decision wasn't up to her. It was up to one or all of them and they'd never jeopardize the loving relationship they now have with Gwen for the promise of some sordid, sexual relationship with him. Seemingly, unwilling to lose everything for sex, women aren't the horny, lecherous fools that men are. Women have more sense than giving into their sexual impulses in the way that most men have little or no self-control. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy he had when sleeping, at the risk of ruining her relationship with her daughter, what mother would have sex with her daughter's husband? What mother would agree to have sex with her son-in-law? At the risk of ruining her relationship with her sister, what sister would have sex with her sister's husband? What sister-in-law would agree to have sex with her brother-in-law? At the risk of ruining her longtime friendship with her best friend, what best friend would agree to have sex with the husband of her best friend? Maybe if they were all swingers, no one would blink an eye at him having sex with his wife's family and with her best friend. Maybe one-hundred-years from now after the Third World War, when there's much less of a world population, for the sake of repopulating the Earth, perhaps men will be encouraged to have sex with their mothers, their sisters-in-law, and their wives' best friends but not now and not today. Only for now, just as it was expressly forbidden to have extramarital sex, it was expressly forbidden to have sex with your wife's mother, sister, and/or best friend. For now, until it may be deemed sexually appropriate in the future, it was nasty to betray your wife for the sake of having sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. * * * * * With his wife never talking about them or admitting to having them, Roger wondered if women had sexual fantasies in the way that men routinely do. In the way that he had sexual fantasies of her mother, sister, and best friend, he wondered if Gwen had sexual fantasies of his brothers, father, and best friend. Only, knowing his wife better than that, she'd never want any man but him. "Honey, oh my God. I just had the wildest sexual fantasy of having gangbang sex with Ryan Reynolds, Bradley Cooper, and Ryan Gosling. They stripped me naked, tied me to the bed, and had their wild, wicked, sexual way with my naked body," he imagined Gwen saying. In the way that he voices his sexual lust over celebrities on television and in a movie, whether on TV or in a movie, she never voices her lust for any man but for him. In the way that her mother, sister, and best friend are in his sexual fantasies, no doubt, the only man she sexually fantasizes about is him. With his wife so good, so sweet, so loving, so kind, and so devoted to him, he felt like such a cad sexually fantasizing over having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Only, unable to stop himself from imagining them naked, maybe he needs psychological therapy to control his inappropriate sexual thoughts. Normally, every night he has the same sexual fantasy of his mother, his sister-in-law, or his wife's best friend but last night was different. A first time for everything, after having the same, sexual fantasy of one of the three women for the past fifteen years, last night was a surreal firework display of forbidden, sexual activity. Last night was as if he was having a paranormal vision of sexual debauchery taking place in his head and in his bed. Last night, as if he really had sex with all three women, he had a vivid, sexual fantasy of first having sex with Trudy's naked body, then of having sex with Genevieve's naked body, and finally of having sex with Heather's naked body. Such a wild, restless, horny night, as if cast under a witch's spell, the sexual fantasies he experienced were so real, seemingly surreal, and realer than ever before, that he thought they were real until he opened his eyes. "Trudy, you have such huge tits. I love sucking your big nipples. Suck my cock Trudy. I can't wait to cum in your mouth," he said out loud while imagining mashing his face in her naked breasts. Then, after having sex with Gwen's mother, he sexually fantasized of having sex with Gwen's sister. "Genevieve, I love fucking you. I love slamming my hard, hairy cock in your warm, wet pussy. Suck my cock Genevieve. Blow me, Gen. I can't wait to cum in your mouth," he said out loud while imagining fucking his wife's sister. Finally, after making love to Gwen's mother and fucking his wife's sister, he sexually fantasized of having sex with his wife's best friend. "I love licking your bald pussy Heather while reaching up to feel your big tits and finger your nipples. Let me know when you're ready to cum and I'll cum in your mouth at the same time. Suck my cock Heather. I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth. I can't wait to cum in your mouth," he said out loud while imagining having sixty-nine sex with his wife's best friend. He spoke to all three women as if they were really there with him in bed. He spoke to all three women as if he was really having sex with them. He spoke to all three women as if his wife wasn't sleeping in bed beside him. "Honey," said Gwen removing her eye mask to shake him before getting up to pee. "You're talking in your sleep again." 'Shit,' he thought. Sick to his stomach with dread, he hoped she didn't make out what he was saying. He'd be so embarrassed if his wife knew that he was dreaming of having wicked, wild sex with her mother, with her sister, and with her best friend. How could he ever explain that he sexually wanted her mother, her sister, and her best friend in the way that he always sexually wanted her? Surely, with it nothing more than a dream, just as he'd never have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, nonetheless she'd never trust him after that. Even if he swore he never had sex with any of them, she'd never believe him either. With him not being guilty of having sex with another woman while awake, he'd be plenty guilty of having sex with the three of her most beloved women while he slept. He's such a cad. He's such a dirty bastard. Even while he was sleeping, on paper with all three women looking so much alike, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and busty, how could he cheat on someone who looked so much like Gwen, especially when he has the real woman beside him in bed? "Sorry," he said turning to his side and closing his eyes. He hoped to return to dreamland to have that same sexual fantasy again that he had last night of her mother, sister, and best friend but he didn't. He couldn't. Leaving him sexually frustrated while standing on the platform, that sexy, sexual scenario of a speeding train going through the tunnels in his mind had already left the station without him. Alas, until he went to bed tonight to dream, to lust, and to sexually fantasize, the best sexual fantasy he ever had was over. Hopefully tonight, he'll dream again of having sex with all three women. Hopefully tonight, he'll dream of the women all together and having lesbian sex while he watched. "Eat me Roger," he imagined Trudy saying. "Fuck me Roger," he imagined Genevieve saying. "Cum in my mouth Roger," he imagined Heather saying. Maybe tomorrow night he'll have a recurrence of the dream he had last night. Instead of returning to dream of Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather naked again, he stared into the darkness while still reeling from the sexual fantasy of dreaming of having sex with all three women. He stayed there staring at the wall before turning on his back to stare at the ceiling while imagining Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather naked and sucking his cock. With his sexual fantasies seemingly so very real, as if already seeing them naked, he could envision each one of them without their clothes. As if already having sex with each one of them, he could imagine all that they'd say and all that they'd do while he sexually pleased them and they sexually pleasured him. Horny now, he needed to masturbate while recalling the dream he just had of having sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Instead of masturbating, he'd rather have sex with Gwen later while thinking that he was having sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. Yet, something he's never, ever done before, even though he dreams of her mother, her sister, and her best friend every night, he never thinks of Trudy, Genevieve, and/or Heather when having sex with Gwen. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 03 Always, whenever he's with Gwen sexually, with Gwen more than enough woman for him between the sheets, he evicts Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather from his head and from his bed. With his sleeping, sexual fantasy in bed beside him every night, he was already married to his dream woman. He could never imagine having sex with anyone else but with Gwen or could he? Even though he enjoyed sexually fantasizing of having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he'd never replace the thoughts of having sex with Gwen with anyone else, especially not with her Mom, her sister, and/or her best friend. If he was anything, except for the sexual fantasies he has while sleeping, he was a one woman man. He was Gwen's man and she was his woman. Yet, if he had to choose one women to marry over Gwen, with her most like his wife in looks, disposition, humor, and personality, he'd marry Heather. If he wasn't in love with Gwen, he could imagine himself falling in love with Heather. With her mother too old, albeit very beautiful and sexy, and with her sister too wild and too much of a slut, Heather was the perfect choice and his next best match. Instead of masturbating, with him already having a wet dream, he needed to clean himself up and change his cum stained underwear. Yet still horny with a raging erection and ready for sex, he looked over at his wife but she had already rolled over and was asleep again. Instead waking her up for sex, something he's done many times before, he let her sleep. With him knowing how cranky she gets if she doesn't get her beauty sleep, maybe he'll have sex with her later. Instead of bothering her, he got up, washed his cock in the sink, changed his underwear, washed his hands, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and went downstairs to make coffee and breakfast. Only, as if he was visiting someone else's home, making coffee is something he's never done since they've been married. He didn't even know where she kept the coffee and filters and had to search the cupboards. Nonetheless with him awakening with such a huge erection from having such a sexually frustrating night, he even had a wet dream. He couldn't believe he had a wet dream. He hasn't had a wet dream in 25 years. If the sexual fantasies that he had weren't real enough, he was sexually frustrated from not taking the time to masturbate. Maybe later after breakfast with him serving Gwen breakfast in bed, he'll give her more than just food to quench both of their appetites. With her just as horny as he is most times, she's never said no to him having sex with her anytime he wanted. * * * * * Suddenly, out of the blue, it was then that he thought of the perfect April Fools' joke to play on his wife. In a revelation of clarity and in an epiphany of insight, as if his sexual fantasies were an insightful vision commanding him what he must do, it was then that he knew what he needed to do. Against his first instinct, against his basic commonsense, and against his better judgment, even though he hasn't had sex with any one of them, he needed to confess to his wife to having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend as if he already had. As crazy as it was for him to admit that, those three confessions would be his April Fools' joke. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'! You thought I really had sex with your mother, your sister, and your best friend. Ha! Ha! I finally got you!" He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he told her that he was only joking. After telling her that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he couldn't wait to see the look on her face after telling her that he was just kidding. "Oh, my God," he said out loud and only for him to hear. "That would be so perfect to trick her in that sexual way. Knowing her, I bet she'd believe me too. Knowing her, she'd be so frigging angry. Knowing her, she'd call her mother, sister, and best friend to yell at them. It would be such fun to watch her go crazy while calling them on the phone." Bracing himself for the fireworks from Gwen's temper, he needed to convince his wife that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend by painting her as vivid of a sexual confession as the sexual fantasy that he had last night. He wanted to make her insanely jealous and passionately angry that he not only had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend but also that he may be in love with one of them or with all of them. He wanted her to believe that one of them or all of them were in love with him too. The icing on the cake, the crème de la crème, his piece de resistance, and his ultimate revenge for some of the practical jokes she's played on him, how delicious is that? Time for him to get even with her, this would be the best April Fools' joke he's ever played on her. Only, with her always seeing through his jokes, she's always been able to turn the joke around on him. With her always getting the better of him, he couldn't remember when he got the better of her by playing a practical joke on her. Yet, excited by the thought of finally getting her nonetheless, he couldn't wait to see the shocked look of surprise and angry expression on her face. He couldn't wait to experience her angry reaction while knowing that his confessions were nothing more than an April Fools' joke. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'! I got you. I got you. I really got you. I finally got you." With him accusing her mother, her sister, and her best friend of having sex with him, he wondered if he could fool, trick, and deceive the woman that he's known for twenty years. With her lost in the belief of his sexual infidelity, he wondered if he could really get her going. He wondered what she'd say and what she'd do when he told her that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Certainly she'd be angry only he wondered how angry she'd be when he confessed that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. He wondered what she'd say and what she'd do when he told her that it was all just an April Fools' joke. 'Ha! Ha! April Fools'! I got you! I really got you! Ha! Ha,' he imagined saying to her. Only needing to truly convince her that he did have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he needed to make his sexual confession sound believable. He needed to confess to making out with all three women. He needed to confess to feeling them through their clothes while kissing them and before stripping them naked to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with each one of their naked bodies. While she lay sleeping in her drug induced slumber, he needed to tell Gwen that her mother, her sister, and her best friend entered their bedroom and not only fucked him but also sucked him. While she lay sleeping, the three women most important in her life allowed him to sexually use and physically abuse them in the wicked way that men sexually use and physically abuse whores. He needed to tell her that they all allowed him to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. After licking Trudy and Heather's pussies and after her mother and sister allowed him to fuck them hard and fast enough for them to cum, he needed to tell her that he gave all three women multiple orgasms. While she lay sleeping, he needed to tell her that not only did all three women allow him to cum in their mouths but also that all three women swallowed his cum. He needed to tell his wife that, from the first night of their Honeymoon, he's been having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend behind her back for fifteen years. Starting on their wedding night, he needed to not only tell her but also to convince her that he loved them and they loved him. He couldn't wait to see the shocked and angry look on her face. He couldn't wait to finally play his April Fools' joke on her. * * * * * Unless they were G-rated and unless he was itching for a fight in divorce court, no man in his right mind would ever confess his sexual fantasies to his wife. No man who wanted to stay married would ever confess his sexy dreams, especially when his sexy dreams didn't involve a celebrity that he'd never meet but one that involved her mother, her sister, and her best friend. His wife would be more forgiving of him lusting and having sexual fantasies over other women if those other women were Jennifer Lopez, Scarlett Johansson, or Sofia Vergara than with him lusting over the three women that were most important to her, her mother, sister, and best friend. Surely, if he confessed that he had been lusting over and having sexual fantasies of Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather naked while giving him hot sex, she'd no doubt wonder if he's already had sex with any one of them or all three of them. Yet, with a reason to his madness for confessing his outrageously forbidden, sexual fantasies to his wife, making his confessions was not only the perfect thing to do but also the only thing to do in playing out his foolproof, April Fools' joke. In the way that all of his practical jokes have backfired on him, this practical joke wouldn't. In the way that she's turned all of his April Fools' jokes around on him, she'd never turn his April Fools' joke around on him. While she lay sleeping, he not only had to tell Gwen that he's seen her mother, her sister, and her best friend naked but also that he had sex with all three women. He not only had to tell her that he's had sex with all three women but also he needed to make her truly believe that he's had sex with all three women. He not only had to make her believe that he fingered and/or licked two of their pussies but also that he fucked two of their pussies too. He had to make her believe that not only did all three women stroke and suck his cock but that two of the three women fucked his cock too. He had to make her believe that he ejaculated in all three of the women's mouths and they all swallowed his cum. He'd tell her later, of course, that having sex with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather was just his April Fools' joke. 'Ha! Ha! April Fools! Ha! Ha,' he imagined the look of shocked surprise on her face. "I got you. I finally got you. Ha! Ha!" He imagined her looking at him with angry rage before looking at him with laughter. Unless she killed him and shot him dead right there in his chair with his gun, won't she be surprised to know it was all just an April Fools' joke? Ha! Ha! He'd paint her a vivid enough picture with his words to really make her believe that he made out with her mother while feeling her through her clothes before stripping her naked and making love to her. He'd tell her how he mashed his face in her huge, naked breasts while sucking her big nipples. He'd tell her how he licked her mother's pussy before she sucked his cock. With her on top of him and in sexual control, he'd describe in explicit, graphic, sexual detail of what it was like to be fucked by her naked, sexually, depraved sister. He'd tell her how he rolled her sister over returned the sexual favor. He'd tell his wife how he fucked his sister, really pounded her pussy hard and long enough to make her cum. He'd tell her how her sister, intent on waking her up, screamed so loud and so long that he had to cover her mouth with his pillow. With them positioned in the sixty-nine position, he'd confess how her cum hungry, best friend sucked his cock while he licked her shaved pussy. He'd confess that if he wasn't married to her, he'd marry Heather. He'd confess how he feels when Heather kisses him, French kisses him. Even though she's the only one he hasn't had sexual intercourse with yet, he'd confess how he feels when Heather not only makes out with him but also makes love to him. Laying it on thick, while painting her images with broad strokes before coloring it with all of the intimate, sexual details, he'd confess that he's not only in love with her mother but also that he's in love with her sister and with her best friend. He'd tell her that they're all in love with him too. Sparing her no sexual detail and no mercy, he'd take great pleasure in making his wife believe that all three women sucked him. He'd take great pleasure in making his wife believe that he ejaculated his semen in all of their mouths. He'd take great pleasure in making his wife believe that they all swallowed his cum. Finally, he'd get her with his practical joke in the way that she always got him with her practical jokes. Finally, he'd turn the tables on her in the way that she always turned the tables on him. This April Fools' Day is going to be the best April Fools' Day ever. 'Let the games begin,' thought Roger when he saw Gwen emerge from the bedroom. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 04 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Six -- Roger confesses he had sex with his mother Roger confesses to his wife that he slept with her mother "Good morning, Honey," said Roger to his wife Gwendolyn or Gwen as she preferred being called. Knowing full well how she slept and knowing she slept as if she was dead, he asked her the question anyway. "How'd you sleep?" Looking as if she was still sleeping or needed to go back to bed, obviously still under the effects of her sleeping pill, Gwen trudged in the kitchen yawning and stretching while rubbing the sandman from her eyes. No matter what time of the day it was or what she was wearing or not wearing, as far as Roger was concerned, she always looked beautiful. Still looking so young, so innocent, so vulnerable, and so very sexy, she looked as he remembered her looking when she was an 18-year-old virgin. Just as she was the most beautiful woman he ever saw back then, she's still the most beautiful woman that he knows now. As if modeling a polar bear, fur coat, where most women look fat swathed in white terrycloth and when wearing a flannel nightgown beneath, Gwen looked sensuously sexy in her white, terrycloth bathrobe and white, furry, bunny rabbit slippers. He couldn't wait for the warmer weather when she trades her flannel nightgowns and heavy bathrobe for something sexier and more revealing. Soon, she'll be wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgowns instead of nightgowns that go from her neck all the way down to her ankles. Soon, she'll be coming to bed naked, cuddling up against him, and allowing him to spoon her. Totally happy with her, yet, if he wished for anything, he wished she was more sexually adventurous and as slutty as her sexy sister Genevieve. While making it appear accidental rather than deliberate or while having a fashion faux pas, he wished she'd flash someone something of her that they shouldn't see. He wished she'd flash one of his brothers her bra in a down blouse view or her breasts in a down nightgown view. He wished she'd flash his best friend her panties in an up skirt view or her pussy in an up nightgown view. With his hand was firmly around his cock while stroking himself, he imagined her coming to the door topless, naked, or wearing nothing more than a towel that suddenly falls. 'Oops.' He'd love nothing more than for her to tell him that she flashed the mailman, the UPS man, and/or the pizza delivery man her naked breasts or her naked body. In the way that Genevieve is always giving him down blouse views of her bra and up skirt views of her panties, he wished Gwen was more like her. Even her mother and best friend sometimes accidentally flashes him their bras and panties. He'd like nothing more than for Gwen to flash his brothers and/or his best friend her sexy, low cut brassiere and long line of cleavage in down blouse views and/or her sheerest panties in up skirt views. If she did anything like that just once, he'd imagine having years' worth of sexually inflamed pillow talk over her flashing someone her naked body. On the way to the mall, he imagined her flashing truck drivers her naked breasts while riding shotgun in the car. While wearing her shortest skirt, he imagined her going up the escalator at the mall and bending at the waist to fix her shoe and to flash her panties to the men standing behind her. He imagined her flashing shoe salesmen her panties or naked pussy while trying on shoes. He imagined her trying on clothes in a dressing room that had a curtain that she didn't close all the way. He imagined bored husbands and boyfriends ogling her underwear clad and/or topless body. 'Wow!' Totally outrageous, how hot would that be to see the reaction of someone seeing something they shouldn't see of his wife while he watched? Only, she'd never do anything like that. She's not like that. She's not a whore or even a slut like her sister. With her a one man woman, she's a good and modestly shy woman, except when it comes to giving him sex. Then, fortunately for him and grateful to her, she's a sexy, sexual wildcat in bed. Better than how he imagines her mother giving him sex, better than how he imagines her sister giving him sex, and better than how he imagines her best friend giving him sex, Gwen is a real sexpot in bed. With him happily married to her, not for her mother, not for her sister, and not for her best friend, he wouldn't trade one passionate night any of them for her for a lifetime with her. * * * * * With her long, lush, blonde hair mussed, even though she doesn't drink, except for an occasional glass of wine, she looked as if she's had sex all night after drinking heavily. She looked like she just had gangbang sex. While wondering if she was, she looked as if she was ready for sex now. Even at this early hour of the morning, she looked hot. Even at this early hour of the morning, especially at this hour of the morning, she was so damn sexy. Fortunately for him, a perfect sexual match, with the insatiable, sexual appetite she had, unlike other frigid women he's heard rumors about, her libido rivals his horniness. He heard his friends and co-workers discussing their wives turning them down for sex. He heard his friends and co-workers discussing how they picked up a woman at a bar for sex. In all the years he's been married to Gwen, she's never turned him down for sex. Other than in his sexual fantasies of her mother, sister, and best friend, he never had to look for sex with another woman. In the way he knows his wife is so sexual in bed, with the four women so very much alike and with them always talking about sex when they're together, he imagines her mother, sister, and best friend are sexual too. Whether having sex behind closed, bedroom doors or having sex in public, as long as it was discreet and in private, whenever he wanted sex, wherever he wanted sex, and whatever sexual thing he wanted to do, she was always ready for sex. With no one perfect, not even Gwen, he only wished she'd agree to do some flashing. He'd love nothing more than for her to lose her bikini top at the beach or to expose her panties or naked pussy when alighting from the passenger seat of the car. Imagining her flashing her panties to everyone walking behind her, he'd love for her to walk down the street on a windy day while wearing a light, flared skirt that blew up like a discarded plastic bag dancing in the wind. Yet, no matter her refusing to flash anyone her underwear, topless, or naked body, in the way that he'd never reject her for sex, she's never said no to having sex with him because she had a headache or was too tired. With most women not even her equal never mind being better than her, she was a woman that no man in his right mind would ever cheat on and betray for another woman, especially for a lesser woman. Even though he's sexually fantasized about it thousands of times, he'd never trade her for her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. Even with all the beautiful and sexy celebrities who wore gowns at the Oscars, he wouldn't trade one night of hot sex with any of them for a lifetime of marital bliss with Gwen. He'd never jeopardize his marriage for one extramarital fling with anyone. He loved her. He truly loved her. She wasn't just his wife, she was his best friend. He'd trust her with his new car, his beloved Mustang GT, his money, his credit cards, and even with his life. She'd never betray him by cheating on him. With her always there for him, he's always there for her. "How did I sleep?" Staring right through him, she looked at him blindly. As if needing to repeat the question for her to understand his question, she repeated his question while giving him a questioning look. She looked at him while answering his question with her question as if she was in a drug, dazed fog. With her answering his question with her question and with her giving him a questioning look, it was then that he had the realization that, in all the years they've been married, he's never asked her how she slept. He's never been home to ask her that question. Already gone to work, generally he's up and out of the house before she even awakens. With this the first day of his new work schedule, this is his first time seeing her in the morning after the side effects of her taking a sleeping pill. Now with him working the second shift, he'll be home for breakfast and early morning sexual snacks. Curious about the dream he had last night, he wondered if his change in work and sleeping schedule had anything to do with him having a change in his sexual fantasies while sleeping. Instead of having one separate, sexual fantasy of her mother, her sister, or her best friend each night, he wondered if he'd have three sexy dreams again tonight of her mother, her sister, and her best friend. If he did have three sexy dreams again tonight, he wondered if he'd have them every night from hereon. If he did have three sexy dreams again tonight, he wondered if they'd all eventually morph together as one, big, sexual fantasy. He wondered if he changed his work schedule to the graveyard shift, if he'd dream of all three women having wild, orgy like sex with him and/or even lesbian sex with one another. He wouldn't mind watching Trudy and Genevieve giving Heather hot, lesbian sex just as he wouldn't mind Heather sexually going at Genevieve. 'Wow!' He looked at his wife standing in the kitchen as if she was still his Prom Queen dressed for the Senior Prom twenty years ago instead of standing before him in her bathrobe, nightgown, and slippers. "I haven't been here in the morning in years to greet you when you awaken," he said giving her a loving smile. "It's nice to see you in the morning when you're upright instead of when you're ensconced in bed with the blankets up to your neck and your big, beautiful, blue eyes closed," he said. As if she wasn't completely understanding him, she looked at him to yawn again before responding. In the way that she looked, so soft, so warm, and so furry in that robe, nightgown, and slippers, with him knowing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her nightgown, no bra and no panties, he just wanted to hold her. He just wanted to feel her through her bathrobe before undoing the ties to feel her through her nightgown while kissing and kissing her. He just wanted to remove her bathrobe, spin her around, lift up her nightgown, and bend her over the kitchen table and give her the hot, sexual love she so deserves. As if he hasn't told her that enough, he could never tell her enough; he just wanted to tell her how much he loved her. Scooping her up in his arms, he just wanted to take her back to bed. Even after being together for so long, he just wanted to kiss her, hold her, touch her, and feel her before making love to her. As if she was his personal, high priestess or as if she was his virgin ready to sacrifice to the Gods, she looked so innocent, so vulnerable, so beautiful, and so pure clad all in white. He looked at her as if she was his princess and he was his prince or as if she was his queen and he was her king. Especially after the sexual fantasies he had last night of her mother, sister, and best friend, he had the uncontrollable urge to make passionate love to her. With her working from home, had he known what she enjoyed wearing when lounging around the house in the early morning and again late at night, she could have saved the expense of a wedding gown. Being that this is how he mostly sees her and will always remember her, in the way she's dressed now, in her nightgown, bathrobe, and slippers, is how she should have appeared at the altar when he married her. With her his walking, talking, unmade bed of a sexpot of a woman, his loving wife, even if she walked down the aisle in her bathrobe, nightgown, and slippers, without makeup, and with her blonde hair mussed, without a doubt, he still would have married her. Even when dressed like that, she was so damn sexy. Where other woman look pretty bad in the morning without their makeup and with their hair stuck to their faces as if they slept in syrup, she looked pretty good. In the way that some women look so sexy no matter what they're wearing or not wearing, exuding sex in the way she always does, Gwen is as sexy in her nightclothes as she looks when wearing short skirts and low cut blouses. So glad that he married her, with all other women paling in comparison, he couldn't imagine being with any other woman but with her. Until death do they part, with her having his heart and soul, and with him having her heart and soul, and with them having one another's backs, they'll be together forever. "I slept like the dead," she said yawning and stretching again. "I got up once to pee. And based on my dry throat, not very attractive of me, I think I was snoring," she said coughing and laughing. "Even though I still feel tired, I slept great," said Gwen stretching and yawning yet again before giving him a scolding look. "I'm glad you had a good night's rest," said Roger happy that Gwen didn't hear him having sex with her mother, sister, and best friend. "Only, I heard voices. Hearing voices that seemingly were so far away but were right next to me, you awakened me when you were talking in your sleep," she said giving him a curious look. 'Oh, oh,' he thought to himself. He wondered how much of his sexy conversation he was having with her mother, sister, and best friend she heard. "Every night you talk in your sleep but last night was the worst. Last night, you were a blabbermouth," she said with a sexy laugh. "Last night, you were having entire conversations." He looked at her hoping she didn't understand what he was saying. If she only knew he was having a sexual fantasy, the best sexual fantasy he's ever had of her mother, her sister, and her best friend, no doubt, she'd be mad. Yet, with him ready to confess that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend as his April Fools' joke, her hearing him talking in his sleep about the three women would only make his sexual confessions and his April Fools' joke even more believable. "Sorry Honey," he said staring at the impressions her big nipples made not only through her nightgown but also through her bathrobe too. She'd have to have super, big nipples for them to show through her thick, terrycloth, bathrobe and surely she did. She had amazing breasts, so firm and so shapely. "Then, just as I dozed off, I heard you in the kitchen. I'd still be in bed had I not heard you making so much noise in the kitchen," she said looking past him to look at the stove. "What were you doing up so early? What were you doing to be making all of that noise?" "Sorry Honey," was all that he could say while still wondering if she understood anything he said when he was talking in his sleep. "Ordinarily, you're always so quiet in the morning that I never hear you leave for work. Now with you home on the first morning of your new schedule, you woke me up," she said rubbing her eyes, yawning, and laughing again. "I hope you won't be waking me up every morning." Had he not already had her breakfast and the coffee made, in the way she looked so sexy and in the way that he felt so horny, he would have taken her back to bed. She could have closed her eyes and rested while he licked her pussy before he made sweet love to her and before she sucked his cock. In the way that he sexually fantasized giving her MILF of a mother three orgasms, he wanted to give his beautiful wife three orgasms too. In the way he sexually fantasized of fucking her sexy sister, after making passionate love to her first, he wanted to fuck his wife too. In the way he fantasized spinning Heather around for 69 sex, he wanted to spin his wife around and give her 69 sex too. "Sorry Honey," he said apologizing instead again for disturbing her beauty sleep. * * * * * With the divorce rate hovering around fifty percent and with many married couples staying together for the sake of money, their house, and/or their children when they'd rather be divorced and be living with someone else, Roger was the rare man who truly loved his wife. He couldn't even imagine being with anyone else, even her beloved best friend, Heather. With the value of her in his life priceless, he wouldn't trade his wife for a billion dollars. He wouldn't trade his wife for any woman. Emotionally painful for him to even think about his life without Gwen, he couldn't even imagine living his life with anyone else but with Gwen. Sometimes overwhelmed with love, he just stares at her in the way of someone seeing a vision, a mirage, or a priceless work of art. In the way that he did when he first met her, he still doodles her name. In the course of twenty years, loving her name nearly as much as he loves her, he's written Gwen and Gwendolyn thousands of times. As if she was his fantasy princess or his queen and he was her knight in shining armor or her king, he wished he had a more knightly name such as Galahad or Lancelot instead of Roger. With her his Queen and him her King, he wished he had a more kingly name such as, Richard or George. So enthralled with her, she's always on his mind. In the way that Ric Ocasek of the Cars must feel being married to supermodel Paulina Porizkova, he can't believe Gwen is his wife. In the way that Billy Joel must have felt when married to Christie Brinkley, sometimes he needed to pinch himself to realize that someone who looks like him is married to someone who looks like her. Yet, thankfully different for a woman than it is for a man, women don't go by looks in the way that men do. In the way that some men are attracted to dumb blondes, women want more substance than what's on the surface. In the way that men want women who are a ten, women want real men. Women want kind, good, and loving men instead of just pretty men. Obviously prejudiced by the love he felt for her, even when she was yawning, she was so very pretty. Even when she was dressed like this, in her bathrobe, nightgown, and slippers, especially when she was dressed like this, she was so very sexy. Now he felt guilty for having explicitly naked, sexual fantasies of her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Now, with the best April Fools' joke he was about to play on her, he couldn't wait to confess to her that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Better looking than all of his brother's wives, who are not dogs in the looks department themselves, she's better looking than his three sisters, Diane, Brenda, and Audrey. She's even better looking than his father's young, slutty girlfriend, Crystal, who worked as a hostess, slash cocktail waitress, slash stripper, slash model, slash actress, and slash porn star before hooking up with his Dad. Better looking than his best friend's wife, Jennifer, she's even better looking than his boss' way too young, hot wife, Jessica, with her silicone breasts and bleached, blonde hair. Unbelievably, as good looking as her MILF of a mother, Gertrude, she's even better looking than her sexy sister, Genevieve, and hotter than her hot, best friend, Heather. Those four women together, his wife, his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend, in the way of the Kardashians, should have their own reality TV show. They could call their TV show, The Blondes. If they did have their own reality TV show, and in the way that millions of men assuredly would lust over them from afar, he'd stare at the TV screen for an hour every week. On the chance of seeing one or all of them without their clothes or hearing them say something stupid, and/or watching them do something funny, if only in the attractive and sexy way they looked, he thought those four women would make for great entertainment. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 04 With Gwen's big, blue, beautiful eyes, her natural, blonde eyebrows, and fair complexion matching her natural, blonde hair, as far as he was concerned, her being a natural blonde has much to do with her outside beauty. No matter how talented the hairstylist and how perfectly matched the hair color, there's no faking being a real blonde. Looking as if they're all from some Scandinavian country, being that they're all so tall and shapely thin, her mother, her sister, and her best friend are all natural blondes too. Only, now that she's older, her mother uses hair dye to cover her grey hair. Gwen's always upbeat personality, positive attitude, and happy disposition adds to her beauty to make her someone everyone wants to be around. In the way that she was, Gwen's best friend, Heather, was like that too. With them seemingly having a stronger connection, they seemed more like sisters than Genevieve was. Gwen is his twinkling star in his personal universe. When he's sometimes her dark moon spinning aimlessly in circles, she's always his shining sun and his beacon of light that brightens his bad days. If he wasn't already married to her, if she was someone else's wife or girlfriend, assuredly and without a doubt, he'd be lusting over her in the way that he lusts over her mother, her sister, and her best friend in his dreams. He'd be having sexual fantasies of her instead of having sexual fantasies of her mother, sister, and best friend. In the way that other men, his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss obviously lust over her, if she wasn't already vowed to him, he'd be lusting over her too. If he wasn't already married to her and knew the sexual passion, pleasure, and love that she gives him, he'd want to bed her if only one time to know what it feels like to be with such a beautiful, sexual, and sensual woman. She's not just beautiful on the outside, she's beautiful on the inside too. A quality person, one in a million, she's a good woman. Other than a few, white lies she tells not to hurt someone's feelings, she'd never lie to him or to anyone. A kind, sweet, and loving person, she has a good heart. A kind, sweet, and loving woman, she would have made a great mother but unfortunately that was not to be. Dating her, proposing to her, and marrying her was the best things he's ever done in his life. He can't even imagine his life without Gwen. Seeming like it was yesterday, his best friend, his lover, and his wife, he was so glad that she said yes when he got down on one knee, handed her a diamond, and proposed to her fifteen, wonderful years ago. Where other men lust over celebrities, he's already married to his number one, major, movie star. Oh, yeah, from the time she awakens to the time she falls asleep, she's his rock star who rocks his world. Probably, no doubt, over something stupid, with them so compatible and getting along so well, he can't even remember when they argued last. Even when they do fight, always apologizing before going to bed, they never go to bed angry. They always kiss and make up before retiring to bed. Besides, it was difficult to stay angry at Gwen for long when they were always making out and having sex. Who wouldn't have sex with Gwen if she was their wife? He was one lucky man to have someone like her in his life and in his bed. * * * * * With the collar of her flannel nightgown peeking out the top of her robe, she looked so sexy in her bathrobe that he just wanted to kiss her before taking her back to bed to have hot sex with her. Never saying no to him whenever he asked her for sex, she was always ready to fulfill his every sexual fantasy with her love, passion, and wifely duties. With her the only woman he's ever had sex with, and with him the only man she's ever been sexually intimate with, they were both virgins when they married. Learning every sexual thing and loving moment as they went, other than in the sexual fantasies that he has over her mother, sister, and best friend, they never wanted to have sex with anyone else. Not wanting to have sexual intercourse with anyone but with one another, they waited the five, long, sexually frustrating years until they were married. Of course, there were other sexual things they did while waiting to consummate their relationship on their marriage bed. With her giving him hand jobs and blowjobs, he masturbated her and gave her oral sex. Seemingly, back then, as they still do now, never tiring of making out with one another as if they're still dating, they were always passionately kissing, lovingly touching, and sexually feeling one another. Yet, for someone who was an embarrassed and nervous virgin when he married her, with her so modestly shy, she sure has grown sexually and has learned a lot of sexual moves now. She does things to his body with her hands, with her mouth, and with her pussy that she never did before and that he never even dreamt of her doing. She said that she learned all she learned about having sensuously, erotic sex from reading Cosmopolitan magazine. When she told him that ten years ago, time to renew her subscription again, he bought her a five year subscription to the magazine, and renewed it when it expired five years ago. Glad that he was able to take someone like her off of the market by marrying her, his catch of a lifetime when he hooked her out of the sea of love, Roger's life with Gwen was perfect. Not imagining being any happier, he couldn't imagine his life being any better. As happy as he could be, Roger's life with Gwen was every man's dream and every man's sexual fantasy. With no man staking a claim on her now, as soon as he put that ring on her finger and she said I do, she was all his. She belonged to him and he belonged to her forever and until death do they part. She was his wife, the love of his life, and he was her happy husband. Only, with his April Fools' joking aside, there was something else brewing than just the coffee. Roger kept secrets. He had dark demons lurking within. Guilty over the sexual secrets he kept, he was the keeper and the master of his sexual fantasies that were hidden away in his heart. He was a man who could never say no to a beautiful and willing woman, albeit not in real life but only in his sexual fantasies. Nonetheless, whether his forbidden, sexual passion was real or imagined, haunted by the guilt he felt for having such inappropriate, sexy dreams, he was driven by the sexual lust he felt for his wife's mother, sister, and best friend. Going where no son, no brother-in-law, and no friend should ever go, he had become a darkly depraved and degenerate master of the sexually forbidden. If only in his dreams, now that he's had his imagined and fantasized sexual way with other women, women who were integrally close to his wife, he needed to come clean and clear the air with Gwen. He needed to get some things off of his chest. Even though his wrongdoings weren't real but just imagined, he needed to confess all of his sexual wrongdoings to his wife as if they were real, sexual transgressions. Using that as his April Fools' joke, he needed to confess all of his sexual transgressions as if he's really had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. As if Gwen was his holy woman granting him total absolution, he needed to make his sexual confessions and beg her forgiveness for his sexual transgressions against her mother, her sister, her best friend, and, of course, her. Just because he really hasn't had sex with them but only had sex with them over and again in his sleep doesn't mean that he's not a man without sin. Moreover, if the opportunity presented itself, if her naked mother, naked sister, and/or her naked best friend threw themselves at his feet, as long as Gwen didn't know, he didn't think he could resist all of them or any one of them. A weak man when it came to sexually lusting over her mother, sister, and best friend, he didn't think he could say no to having sex with all of them or any one of them. Woe the tangled web he's weaved with lies, deception, and debauchery within his sexual fantasies. The only question now is, when he tells her that he's had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend, how will Gwen react to the confession of her husband having deep, penetrating sex with her dear mother, her only sister, and her very best friend? With him knowing full well how his betrayal will so hurt her, how could he do what he's about to do to his beautiful Gwen, his dear, sweet wife and the love of his life? Only a cad and a villain would treat a woman that he supposedly loves in such a horrid way under the pretense that it's all just an April Fools' joke. Only, she's played some pretty bad practical jokes on him too. Tit for tat, with his April fools' joke at the ready, eager to confess his sexual fantasies that he had of her mother, sister, and best friend, it was his turn to get even with her now. It was his turn to turn the tables on her. It was his turn to trick her, deceive her, and fool her. "April Fools'! Ha! Ha! I got you! I finally got you!" * * * * * "Sorry Honey that you didn't get a good night's sleep," he said with compassion. "It's a good thing you work from home. Maybe you can take a nap later." She looked from him to the coffeepot on the kitchen counter before looking back at him in disbelief. "Is that coffee I smell?" She looked at him with shocked astonishment. "You made coffee?" She gave him a what's up with that look while continuing to stare at him. Normally with her still in bed when he leaves for work, he stops at the coffee shop on his way to work to buy his coffee. "Yes, I made coffee," he said with pride. She looked at him as if she was still in bed dreaming. "I can't believe you made coffee." She looked at him incredulously. "Since when do you make coffee? In all the years we've been married, you've never made coffee," she said. "Okay, okay, it's just coffee," he said with a laugh. "I'm shocked. I'm stunned. Other than the toaster and the microwave, I'm amazed that you finally learned how to use a kitchen appliance," she said with a laugh. He smiled at his wife before leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. "Ha, ha. Very funny. Coffee is not the only thing I made. I made you breakfast too. Sausages, scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes, and English muffins with cherry jelly," said Roger lifting the cover from her plate as if he was suddenly transformed into her master chef and waiter. She looked from the plate of food to stare at him wide-eyed before looking around the kitchen at the mess he had and the mess she'd have to put in order. "Oh, my. I don't believe it. Not even making me a peanut butter cracker or a bowl of cereal, you've never cooked anything before," she said. "I didn't know you even knew how to cook." He smiled at her with pride. "Breakfast is easy. Dinner is the hard part," he said with a laugh. "I was just about to wake you to tell you that your breakfast is ready. Actually, hoping for some hanky-panky after breakfast, I was going to serve you breakfast in bed," he said with a wink, a smile, and a squeeze of her firm, shapely behind. She looked at him with surprise. "Breakfast in bed? We haven't had breakfast in bed since our Honeymoon." He leaned down to give her another kiss while remembering how he had sex with her mother on their Honeymoon night after she passed out drunk. With her mother inspiring his sexual fantasies, he remembered having sex with her sexy sister the next night and with her hot, best friend the night thereafter. Then, for the next fifteen years, he had fantasy sex with her mother every Monday and Thursday, with her sister, ever Tuesday and Friday, and with her best friend every Wednesday and Sunday. His fantasy sex routine never altered until he changed his work schedule from first shift to second shift. Now, as he did last night, while wondering if those sexual fantasies would continue every night hereafter, he had fantasy sex with her mother, sister, and best friend all in the same night. "I'd never kick you out of bed for getting crumbs on the sheets," he said reaching around her to squeeze her shapely ass again. She looked at him with disbelief before feeling his forehead for a fever. "Are you okay? Do you feel alright? Did you hit your head? Did someone kidnap my husband and leave you in his place? If you're an imposter, you're a keeper," she said. "There's nothing sexier than a man who can cook." She laughed and he laughed with her. "Yeah, well don't get used to me puttering around the kitchen. I was just trying to do something nice for you," he said. She looked at him with a look of confusion before looking at her sink full with dirty dishes and pans. "I can't believe you were going to surprise me by serving me breakfast in bed? Wow! I'm impressed. In the fifteen years we've been married, you've never made me breakfast, never mind wanting to serve me breakfast in bed. You've never even made the coffee. I didn't think you knew how to make coffee," she said giving him a long, look of curiosity before asking her question. "I give up. Is this some sort of obscure anniversary that you decided to suddenly celebrate? What's the occasion?" He grabbed her around her waist, pulled her to him, and hugged her. He stared in her big, blue eyes, while sliding a slow hand down her back to feel and squeeze, her firm, shapely ass. Except for a few extra pounds she collected over the years in all the right places, she still had the same shapely figure that she had when he took her to her Senior Prom twenty years ago when they were both 18-years-old. With her flat, toned stomach, long, shapely legs, round, firm ass, big tits, and pretty face, unless she's a celebrity who's had work done, she doesn't look like any 38-year-old woman that he knows. Lucky to have her and so happy when she said yes to marrying him when they were just 23-year-old, immature and innocent young adults, she's always been the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. If he had to pick a celebrity that she most resembled, with his brothers, father, best friend, and boss all concurring, especially with them having similar bodies and outgoing personalities, Gwen looks most like Heidi Klum. With Gwen looking more like Heidi than she does her own sister, Genevieve, even though the two of them look so very much alike, she could have been Heidi Klum's younger sister. The only thing that would make their life better and more complete is if she could have had children but she can't. Sadly, having children wasn't in their life's cards. Something that wasn't meant to be, they tried and tried. Having sex night and day, especially when she was ovulating, where some women get pregnant the first time they have sex, it was impossible for them to bear a child. Thinking that he was the reason why they couldn't have children, an old football injury perhaps, after finally being tested to rule him out and finally testing her, they bother were the reason why they couldn't have children. They could adopt but after going through the invasive and expensive adoption process unsuccessfully twice and giving up, they couldn't bring themselves to going through it again. They could try In Vitro Fertilization, IVF, but with that so very expensive and with a success rate of only 20-35%, there's no guarantee that it would even work. They finally gave up on that idea too. Instead, now with their schedules clear, they travel and occasionally take care of their nieces and nephews with sleepovers to give their parents, his brothers, her sister, and even her best friend a break. "No occasion. Every day with you is my favorite holiday and my personal celebration. I love you Gwen," he said giving her another kiss. She returned his kiss with her kiss. "Oh, that's so sweet," she said. "I love you too, Roger," she said. He smiled fondly while serving her breakfast. "I just needed to talk to you. Allow me to serve you," he said letting go of her so that she could eat her breakfast. He poured her coffee. "You eat while I talk," he said while fixing himself a plate too. She pulled up a chair, sat at the dining room table, and looked at him with curiosity while he served her breakfast. When he finally came to the table with his plate, she asked him her question. "What's so important that you need to talk to me? We barely talk anymore with you working, me reading the newspaper, and you watching the news when we're home alone together," she said. "I swear, being that's all you watch lately, I'm going to buy you a CNN hat, coffee mug, and jacket for your birthday," she said laughing. He grabbed the coffee from the kitchen counter and placed it on a trivet before sitting at the dining room table across from her. "Really? I didn't know you could buy CNN stuff. I wouldn't mind you buying me those things. As if I was a real CNN reporter, while watching CNN news, I'd wear the hat, the jacket, and drink my coffee from the mug," he said returning her laugh with his. "You can even call me Wolf." More than just lovers, they were best friends who enjoyed one another's company. Always teasing one another, but with him so gullible and with her always getting the better of him, they were always playing practical jokes on one another. She looked at him and smiled. Especially in the morning light and even before she put on her makeup, she's so very beautiful. Most times, even now, twenty years after he met her and fifteen years after he married her, he still stares at her while marveling at her beauty, her sexuality, and her femininity. Such a sexy woman, she's a quality person too. He couldn't imagine loving anyone more than he loved her. "You can buy everything and anything online today. If you can imagine it, you can buy it," she said looking from him to look down at her breakfast. "Maybe for my birthday you can buy me some CNN gear," he said. "I can't believe you made hash brown potatoes too," she said more interested in her food than in buying him CNN things for his birthday. "Wow! That's a real treat." She looked up at him and smiled again. "So? What did you want to talk about that you're plying me with freshly brewed coffee and fattening me up with a home cooked breakfast?" This was it. Now or never, this was really it. No holding back now, he was finally going to tell her the horrible truth. If only in his dreams, he was going to tell his wife that he not only had sex with her mother but also that he had sex with her sister and her best friend. Expecting her to launch herself into an angry rage, he couldn't wait to see her mad reaction. He couldn't wait to finally get her. He couldn't wait to get even with her for all of the practical jokes she's played on him over the years. He couldn't wait to tell her that all that he sexually confessed was just a joke. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'! I got you. I finally got you," he imagined saying to her. Suddenly with the thought of coming clean, even though they were only sexual fantasies, the color drained from his face as if he really did have sex with her mother, sister, and best friend. Instead of looking at her with love, he looked at her with trepidation. Instead of looking at her with love, he looked at her with as much anxiety as he looked at her with fear. Ready for her to be really angry, taking a big chance by playing this severe of a practical joke on her under the guise of April Fools', he prepared himself for the worst. Whatever her reaction to his sexual confessions were now, his safety net of defusing the situation before it escalated, he was ready to interrupt her anger with the yell of April Fools'. No doubt, they'd laugh about it all later. If he wasn't so intent on pranking her, with him immediately ready to tell her that it was just an April Fools' joke, he'd never do anything that would so hurt her. Besides, based on her perceived reaction, he didn't think he'd even get past telling her and convincing her that he had sex with her mother, never mind telling her that he had sex with her sister and with her best friend. He doubted that she'd even believe that her mother would so betray, disrespect, and disappoint her to have sex with him. It's one thing for a son to want to have sex with his mother-in-law but it's quite something else for a mother-in-law to actually go through with having sex with her son-in-law, especially when she enjoyed such a great relationship with her daughter. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 04 Bracing himself for her wrath, he braced himself for her worst possible reaction to his sexual confession of infidelity to having sex with her mother. For the sake of playing an April Fools' joke on her and for the sake of finally getting even with her, he was ready to suffer the consequences whatever he imagined they were. He couldn't wait to laugh with her while in bed with her later. "April Fools'! Ha! Ha! April Fools'!" * * * * * In the twenty years he's known her, treading on thin ice, he's never done anything like this before. With a good chance that his joke could backfire on him, he's never played such an elaborate practical or April Fools' joke on her. Only, with her able to read right through him, she was hard to fool. Embellishing his story with plenty of sexual details, he had to make his story believable enough that even she'd believe that he had sex with her mother. He knew her well enough to know that her reaction to finding out that he's been unfaithful, having an affair, and cheating on her behind her back, especially with her mother, would not be a very good reaction. In him hoping to have success with his April Fools' joke, that's the reaction that he hoped to have. To make his infidelity even worse, it was with whom he was having the sexual affair with that would make her undeniably even crazier than he could ever imagine. No doubt, she'd be enraged when he told her that not only did he sleep with her mother but also he had sex with her sister and her best friend too. Knowing her temper as he did, especially from the hurt and the betrayal she'd obviously feel, he feared her wrath. Yet, in the end, it would be worth it all to tell her that it was all just an April Fools' joke. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'! I got you! Ha! Ha!" If she did anything violently physical, she'd probably stab him with her fork, hopefully not too hard, slice him with her knife, hopefully not too deep, and/or beat him with her spoon, hopefully with her tea spoon instead of his serving spoon. Ready for her worst possible reaction, she may even surprise him and throw her hot coffee in his face. Ready for anything with what he was about to confess, while knowing the temper she sometimes had and wasn't able to control, he prepared himself for her worst possible reaction while expecting her to turn violent. Only, it would be all worth it to see her reaction to his April Fools' joke. Besides, he was already thinking about the makeup sex they'd have for her sending him to the hospital for stitches and/or for first degree burns. "There's no easy way to say this Gwen, so I'm just going to blurt it out," he said. "Okay?" She looked up from her breakfast to give him an oddly curious and questioning look. "Okay," said Gwen with a shrug while paying more attention to eating her food than she was to what he had to say. "I'm ready for you to blurt out whatever," she said with another shrug of disinterest. So that she couldn't stab him with her fork, slice him with her knife, beat him with her spoon, and/or throw hot coffee in his face, he took her hands in his and held them before kissing them. Delaying her from eating her breakfast, he kept himself safe from her fork, knife, spoon, and hot coffee. Looking at her as if he was about to propose marriage to her again, except for the sad, troubled, and distraught look on his face, he looked deeply in her big, blue eyes. Truly, better looking now at 38-years-old than she was at 18-years-old, he so loved her more now than he ever did before. Only, needing to unburden himself to remove the guilt that he felt for his sexual fantasies of her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he needed to confess his imagined sexual transgressions against her when sexually thinking of others. Even though he didn't have sex with her mother, he was ready to confess that he did have sex with her mother. In the eyes of the Catholic Church, even having impure thoughts was a mortal sin and was as bad as doing the dirty deed. He took a big breath while looking deep in her big, beautiful, blue eyes. "I slept with your mother," he said. "Trudy and I had sex. We had sex. We made love. I had sex with her and she had sex with me." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 05 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Seven -- "I slept with your mother." "I slept with your mother," he said. "Trudy and I had sex. We had sex. We made love. I had sex with her and she had sex with me," he said while watching and waiting for her reaction to his words. She looked at him as if he was speaking a foreign language. In the way she was looking at him and by evidence of her reaction to his words, definitely she didn't believe him. "Ha! Ha! Very funny," she said looking down at her plate of food and paying more attention to her breakfast than to his confession. When she didn't respond and when her only reaction to his confession was to blankly stare at him, feeling awkwardly uncomfortable as if he was unduly being mean to her, he continued. Not wanting to hurt his wife but just to play a joke on her, he backpedaled with an apology to his confession. "I'm sorry. Really, I am. With one thing leading to another, it just happened," he said with an uncaring shrug of his broad shoulders. "We had sex. We made love. I stripped your mother naked," he said continuing forward instead of backpedaling while prodding her for more of a reaction to his confession of having sex with her mother. Expecting the worst possible reaction to his sexual confession of infidelity with her mother, he prepared himself for her rage. She's been known to have a violent temper and to go off on even the littlest things. When she pulled her hands away from his to look at him with shocked surprise before her face surprisingly changed to show relaxed relief instead of rage he prepared himself for the worst. This was it. Finally, he was going to get the reaction he had be waiting to receive. Finally, he was going to get her with his April Fools' joke. Tense before, as if he had just let the air out of her in the way of a balloon, she suddenly appeared so calm. He thought she'd be angry that he confessed to having sex with her mother. He didn't understand her relaxed reaction to his confession. Why would she be relieved that he had sex with her mother? Why would she look so calm? Why wouldn't she be angry? Of all the reactions he expected to receive, he never expected to receive a reaction without emotion. "You did?" In the way that he was always trying to read her, she paused to look at him as if trying to read him. "Seriously? You slept with my Mom?" She asked him with disbelief if he had slept with her Mom as if she was asking him if he had bought more hunting and fishing gear. She gave him a questioning look before looking at him with skepticism. "I did," he said returning her look of disbelief with his look of seriousness. "Your mother and I had sex. We had sex." She looked at him with shocked amazement. "You did not," she said waving a hand of disbelief at him before looking at him with questioning eyes. "Did you really have sex with my mother?" She stared at him in the way that he stared at her. "I did. I had sex with your mother," he said nodding his head in the affirmative as if he needed to give her that extra bit of assurance for her to believe that he had sex with her mother. She looked at him as if she was a cop or a lawyer trying to ascertain if her witness is lying or telling the truth. "I don't believe you," she said still staring at him as if trying to read him again. She gave him a long, thoughtful look before asking him her question. "Did you really sleep with my Mom?" Then, as if he had just tickled her instead of shocked her, she laughed. Of all of the possible reactions to him telling her that he had sex with her mother, he never expected her laughing to be one of them. Obviously she didn't believe that he had sex with her mother. His April Fools' joke was unraveling already. She remained silent to look at him as if waiting to see if he was joking or not. With both of them maintaining their silence, she stared at him in the way that he stared at her. "I did have sex with your mother and I'm very, very sorry," he said nodding his head again. "I promise that it will never, ever happen again." Only, as soon as he confessed that he had sex with her mother, especially after the sexual fantasy he had only a few hours ago of having sex with her mother, the thought of having sex with her mother sexually aroused him. Certainly, not that dumb of a man, had he really had sex with her mother, he'd never be confessing to his wife, of all people, that he had. Perhaps his confession is where's he's gone wrong with his April Fools' joke. Perhaps his confession is what tells her that he's joking. What husband would confess to his wife that he had sex with her mother? Yet, after he apologized to her and seemingly when she saw that he wasn't joking, obviously by the sorrowful and remorseful look he had on his face, she continued. "I can't believe it," she said with a strange little laugh while shaking her head. "I can't believe you slept with my Mom." She suddenly and momentarily disappeared within herself before uttering her disbelief. "Wow. That's just so unbelievable. I can't believe you had sex with my mother." Surprised by her calm demeanor, he was confused. Expecting so much more of a reaction from her, even a violent reaction from his wife, all that she uttered thus far was a laugh and an unexpected reaction of disbelief of 'Wow' to the confession he made of sleeping with her mother. Expecting her to be mad, instead of looking at him with anger and hatred, she looked at him with calm love and supportive understanding. She had such a strange reaction for her to have to his confession of having sex with her mother. What's wrong with this picture? Why isn't she mad? Seemingly she looked at him with the enlightened sensitivity of a psychologist, a sex therapist, a philosopher with a Ph.D. in philosophy, or an oracle of human nature. Seemingly she looked at him as if she understood his sexual attraction to her mother and his need to have sex with her. An understatement, already with his April Fools' joke unexpectedly backfiring on him, he was surprised by her lack of a reaction to his confession of bedding her Mom. Expecting her to go off the deep end, he expected her to be ape shit crazy. He expected her to be violently angry. He expected her to call her mother and to yell and scream at her in the way he thought she'd be yelling and screaming at him. Only, she didn't do any of that. She calmly ate her breakfast and drank her coffee. Already scratching his head in perplexity, what wife would be as understanding when her husband confesses to having a sexual affair and had been cheating on her behind her back? What wife wouldn't feel betrayed enough to violently lash out at her betrayer? In the way she seemingly was now, what wife would understand her husband's need, want, and desire to have sex with her mother of all women? What wife would be as understanding as she seemingly was now after her husband confessed that he went to her mother for sex? What wife wouldn't be angry, hurt, and betrayed that her husband preferred having sex with her mother than with her? An odd conundrum, he waited while expecting more of a reaction from Gwen. A reaction that he never expected her to have, her calm demeanor and relaxed reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her mother wasn't a normal reaction at all. With his sexual confession more believable that he had sex with her mother, her relaxed reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her mother wasn't believable at all. Sensing that there was something else wrong, he goaded her for more of a reaction while hoping to receive the information why she was so calm about him cheating on her with her mother. In most marriages, a husband admitting to a sexual affair would be the end to a relationship. In most marriages, having sex with one's mother would be a big deal and a good reason for a wife to file for divorce. In most marriages a son-in-law having sex with his mother-in-law would be the tipping point and beyond marital reconciliation. In most marriages, the wife would take it personally that her husband would rather have sex with her mother than with her. Only as far as he could surmise, Gwen wasn't even mad that he confessed to having sex with her mother. "What's not to believe? I had sex with your mother," he said this time with insensitivity and arrogance. "I did it. She did it. We did it," he said admitting his infidelity by verbally taking a giant leap over the line of family impropriety and sexual inappropriateness with his confession. While still eating her breakfast and drinking her coffee, she stared at him in stunned silence. "Sorry but it's just hard for me to wrap my head around you having sex with my Mom. I believe you if you say that you did but I just don't see that happening," she said. "Sorry," she apologize to him for not believing him. Indeed even this conversation wasn't going as planned. Sensing that his practical joke wasn't working and playing out as planned, after her calm reaction instead of his hoped for angry reaction, he smiled a nervous smile. Maybe she was in shocked. Obviously stunned, maybe her traumatized reaction was suppressing her anger. Maybe she needed a minute to wrap her brain around him having sex with her mother before going into a violent tirade. He persevered in pushing her buttons. "Allow me to give you more of a sexual image that you can more clearly see as proof that I'm not lying and that I did have sex with your mother," he said. He leaned forward in his chair enough to invade her space while hoping to goad her into having more of an angry reaction. He just hoped she didn't stick her fork in his eye. "Okay," she said with a dirty laugh. "And what sexual image might that be?" He gave her a big shit eating grin. "While fingering your mother's pussy, I licked your mother's cunt, and she sucked me before we fucked. I had sex with your mother. I had sex with her, she had sex with me, and we had sex with one another," he said pushing his luck while trying to push her buttons to receive more of a reaction from her. "It was a beautiful thing," he said sitting back in his chair to eat his breakfast and sip his coffee. He paused eating to look at her while smiling as if remembering the sexual affair with his mother by recalling the vivid sexual fantasy that he had last night of Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather. "A beautiful thing? First of all, I hate it when you use that word, cunt, especially when referring to my mother, Roger." She gave him a dead man's stare as if he had just been caught cheating at cards. "Using that word to any woman is disrespectful and using that word when referring to my my Mom is doubly disrespectful. "Sorry," he said. "I apologize for being so disrespectful," he said. He couldn't believe she was more upset over him using the word cunt than she was of him confessing that he had sex with her mother. He couldn't believe he was apologizing. "Secondly, I'd hardly call you having sex with my mother a beautiful thing," she said with a sad, sick laugh and a smirk on her face in reaction to his insensitive remark. "If anything, it's a perversely twisted thing to have sex with the mother of your wife. I know that some husbands are into that sort of thing but I surely don't understand why you'd have sex with my Mom when you have me ready to give you hot sex any time you want it," she said seemingly more hurt than she was upset. As if she had bitten into a lemon, she made a sour face before shooting him a look as if he was crazy for having sex with her mother and/or perhaps for admitting that he had sex with her mother. Unable to read her, was she looking at him as if he was crazy for having sex with her mother or was she looking at him while thinking that he was crazy for telling her that he had sex with her mother? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. He was still waiting for her to angrily react to his confession. With him expecting more of a reaction from her than just making a sour face, he continued down this dangerous road of truth and dare by telling her more lies with his confession. Ready to tell her even more of the sexual details of the sexual affair he had with her mother, he was determined to get her to angrily respond to him. Dare he say the wrong thing that would really upset her, going beyond where any husband should go in his sexual confession of having sex with his wife's mother, he continued pushing his luck for the sake of pushing her buttons. "You had to be there to know that it was more loving than it was sexual," he said. "I love your mother, I do, I really do, but not in the same way that I love you. Having known one another for twenty years, we're more good friends than we are lovers," he said. "Only the sex that I had with Trudy was just amazing," he said laying it on thick. He looked up at the ceiling while holding a hand over his heart and fluttered his eyelashes as if having an emotional moment. If he was an actor in a movie, he'd be nominated for an Oscar. Only with her not appreciating his acting skills, she seemed as if she was bored by his confession. She let out a big sigh to concentrate more on eating her breakfast and sipping her coffee than on listening to him endlessly and shamelessly brag about having sex with her mother. "Friends? Good friends?" She looked at him to ask him her question. "When did your mother/son-in-law relationship change from being friends to morph into being friends with benefits and before finally morphing into being lovers? I guess it all changed when you had your cock in my mother's mouth and in my mother's pussy," she said with calmness and without attitude. "You had to be there to understand," he said. "Be there? I'm just glad I wasn't there to see that," she said rolling her eyes. "I don't need to see you groping and grunting while having sex with my mother to imagine you two having sex," she said. Even though it wasn't much of one, her voiced reaction was more of the heated reaction that he was looking to have. Yet, now seemingly ignoring him, instead of losing her appetite along with her temper as most women would do after hearing such a disturbing, sexual confession that named her mother as a sexual co-conspirator, she continued eating her breakfast. Strangely and curiously enough, she seemed more relieved than she was upset. Strangely and curiously enough, she wasn't showing the really angry reaction that he expected she'd have. Determined to play his April Fools' joke on her, he persevered in trying to get the hoped for irate response from her. "She's a very sensual lover and she has huge tits," he said nodding his head in agreement of himself while holding out his hands in front of his chest in mockery of the size of her mother's huge breasts. "I licked her pussy and she sucked my cock." In the way that her mother has very big breasts, if his wife had D cup breasts instead of C cup breasts, and with her mother looking so very much younger than her age, they could pass as sisters, instead of as mother and daughter. Between Gertrude, Gwendolyn's mother and Genevieve, Gwen's sister, they were all very beautiful and busty women. The gene pool in this family runs deep and is just amazing. Needing her to give him more of a reaction to his sexual confession, he was perplexed why she didn't. Instead of continuing to calmly eat her breakfast and drink her coffee, why wasn't she mad? Instead of talking to him as if nothing was wrong, why wasn't she livid? Why was she so calm? Why was she still sitting there as if he never mentioned the fact that he had sex with her mother? At the very least, he figured she would have run to the bedroom, slam shut the door, and collapsed on the bed crying. At the very most, glad that he hid the bullets, he thought that she may have retrieved his handgun from the top shelf of the bedroom closet and shot him dead. He couldn't believe the lack of reaction that she had to what should have been a disturbing sexual confession of betrayal for any wife to hear and to bear. Obviously, for her not to react to him confessing that he had sex with her mother, either she didn't believe him or there was something else going on behind his back, but what? With her an open book and with her telling him everything, what secrets could she possibly have? "My Mom certainly does have huge breasts. Just as you've now seen them, touched them, felt them, and no doubt sucked them, I've seen my Mom's breasts many times before too," said Gwen nodding her head while finishing chewing as if she was recalling her mother's naked breasts. "You know me and busty women," he said with a shrug. "I loved sucking your mother's huge breasts and big nipples." She looked at him and gave him an understanding smile. "Just as I'm glad that I inherited her big nipples, I'm glad that I didn't inherit her D cup breasts. The perfect size as far as I'm concerned, I'm glad that I have C cup breasts instead of a D cup. My Mom is always complaining about her breasts being too heavy for her back," she said as if she was talking to her husband about someone else's big breasts, a girlfriend's big breasts perhaps, instead of her mother's huge breasts. With Gwen carrying on about her mother's huge breasts and her own big nipples, he looked at her flabbergasted by her lack of a reaction to him having just confessed to having sex with her mother. Hello? He just confessed to having had sex with her mother. He just told her that he licked her mother's pussy, sucked her tits, and she sucked his cock before he made love to her. Why isn't she mad? Expecting her to have an angrier reaction to him bedding her mother, somehow his sexual confession of sleeping with her mother was lost somewhere in the conversation of her mother's huge tits and big nipples. For some reason, the reaction he hoped he'd received wasn't much of a reaction at all. Lost in the translation, what sounded good to him before in playing this April Fools' joke on his wife, suddenly made him feel foolish and desperate for his wife's attention. What's wrong with this picture? Why isn't she angry? Why isn't she throwing something at him? Why is she still eating her breakfast and drinking her coffee? How can she still be hungry at a time like this? Strangely bizarre, she's more focused on her food and coffee than she is on his sexual confession of sleeping with her mother. "Well, to be honest Gwen, I expected more of a reaction to my sexual confession that I slept with your mother," he said prodding her for more of a reaction. "I figured you'd be angry hearing that we had sex." She looked at him while nodding her head to acknowledge that she heard what he said about having sex with her mother. Instead of being angry and instead of having a negative reaction to him sleeping with her mother, as evidenced by her smile, she seemingly had a positive reaction. She didn't seem to be angry with him at all. Either she knows his confession is an April Fools' joke or she doesn't care that he had sex with her mother. Maybe she knows his confession is an April Fools' joke and she doesn't care that he slept with her mother but why wouldn't she care that he had sex with her mother? Her response to his confession is all so strange and is even more bizarre than his confessing that he had sex with her mother. Instead of looking at him with rage, she looked up at him with kindness, love, and understanding. Instead of yelling at him, stabbing him with her fork, slicing him with her knife, beating him with her spoon, and/or throwing hot coffee in his face, she smiled away his thoughts of her being angry that he had sex with her mother. Instead of running from the table screaming, swearing, and crying to lock herself in the bedroom before emerging with his unloaded handgun, she remained seated at the table. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 05 He was more shocked by her lack of a reaction that he had sex with her mother than she seemed to be upset by his sexual confession that he slept with her mother. How can that be? Why? He didn't understand. He was more shocked by all that she said next than she seemingly was by his confession of having sex with her mother. "Honestly Roger," she said reaching out her left hand to pat his right hand. "I'm not surprised at all that you slept with my mother. I'm not angry that you had sex with my Mom," she said staring at her husband. "Seriously? You're not angry with me?" He looked at her as if she was crazy. He looked at her as if she was playing an April Fools' joke on him. "Why not?" "With her being alone and lonely since divorcing my Dad, her getting laid is probably the best thing to ever happen to her to help improve her mood. No doubt sexually frustrated, when not sadly depressed, she's been a little bitchy lately," she Gwen nodding her head while giving him a smile. 'What? Huh? She's not surprised that he slept with her mother? She's not angry that he had sex with her mother? Why is that?' With her thinking that he did her mother a service, he didn't understand. He was having more of a reaction to her not having a reaction than she was reacting to him sleeping with her mother. If anything she seemed exasperatedly annoyed that he'd think that she'd be angry. "I understand you'd being happy for your mother to have sex to improve her mood and her frame of mind but I still don't understand you not being upset that Trudy and I had sex," he said. "Why aren't you mad that I had sex with your mother?" As if he was a child and she was his mother instead of his wife, she smiled at him while patting his hand again and while looking at him with love, patience, and understanding. "Just as I am and my sister is, my mother is a very sensual and sexual woman. In the sexy way my Mom looks, it's understandable why you'd want to sleep with her. Seriously, in the way that any man would want to have sex with me and/or with my sister, with the three of us looking so very much alike, what man wouldn't want to bed my Mom? She's a beautiful, sexy woman who definitely doesn't look nor act her age." Even though she made a good argument with some valid points, he looked at her confused why he wasn't getting more of an angry reaction from her. Where's her anger? Where's her rage? Her lack of reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her mother didn't make any sense. He just told her that he had sex with her mother. Hello? Why isn't she mad? She's not even upset. "Admittedly, you do make a good point. Even at her age, your mother is still as beautiful as she is sexy," he said while wondering how he could get more of a reaction from her. Oddly enough, with all of this talk of having sex with her mother, especially with him not receiving the violently angry reaction to his sexual confession that he thought he'd receive from his wife, he was horny just thinking about having sex with her mother. Oddly bizarre, he didn't understand her lack of a reaction. She reacted to his confession as if he was telling her about someone else having sex with the mother of another wife, people she didn't even know. "In the way that my mother is still so very attractive, I just hope that I look as good as she does when I'm her age. She looks fifty instead of sixty. If I'm surprised by anything at all," she said with a thoughtful pause while giving him a quizzical stare. "I'm more surprised that my mother slept with you than you having sex with my mother," she said shrugging her response. That's odd. She's more surprised that her mother slept with him than she is that he slept with her mother. What did she mean by that? Roger looked at Gwen surprised that after knowing her for twenty years, he suddenly was unable to read her. He still didn't understand her lack of her reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her mother. Yet, now even a more pressing question, he wondered why she was more surprised that her mother slept with him than she was surprised that he slept with her mother. If he was surprised by anything at all, he was not only surprised by her lack of a reaction to his confession but also by her admitting that she was more surprised that her mother slept with him than she was that he had sex with her mother. This wasn't like her to be so calm. Practically always knowing what she was thinking before, he had no idea what she was thinking now. If it wasn't bad enough that he sexually fantasized over seeing her mother naked while having inappropriate sex with her, he crossed the line on so many different levels by confessing that he had sex with her mother. Yet, even stranger than him confessing that he had sex with her mother, he didn't understand her strange, emotionless reaction to his sexual confession. Her lack of emotion and her not being angry with him for confessing to having sex with her mother baffled and amazed him. Her lack of an angry reaction suddenly made him wary of her. Not only did he cheat on his wife but he cheated on her with, of all women, her mother. Why isn't she mad? She's not even upset. She acted as if he had just told her that he accidentally broke her favorite coffee mug instead of telling her that he had sex with her mother. There's something not right. There's something seriously wrong here. Only Roger didn't have a clue what the Hell it was. He figured she'd have a temper tantrum with him having sex with her mother. A perfect time to tell her that it was all just an April Fools' Day joke, unfortunately, his joke still hasn't even progressed that far yet to pull the plug. If he's gotten any reaction from her, he's received no reaction. "Surprise is not the reaction that I thought you'd have to my having sex with your mother. If anyone is surprised, I'm surprised by your lack of emotion after telling you that I slept with your Mom," he said suddenly feeling as if he was walking on thin ice by prodding her for more of an angry response. She smiled him her love and understanding. "I guess I understand why you'd want to have sex with my Mom," she said with a shrug of understanding. "Why wouldn't you? She's beautiful and sexy. Besides, you have a thing for big breasted women and my Mom certainly does have big tits," said Gwen with a sexy albeit dirty laugh. "I've seen you staring at her big tits. I imagine you've been dying to feel her huge boobs and suck her big nipples for years, haven't you?" Nodding his head, he looked at her with more confusion than he did with insight. Frustrated that his April Fools' joke wasn't going as planned, he didn't know what to do or what else to say next to receive the angry reaction he hoped to receive. God damn it! He didn't understand why he could never play a joke on her. Always one step ahead of him, he didn't understand how she always saw through him. "I thought you'd feel anger. I thought you'd feel rage. I thought you'd be yelling at me. I thought you'd want to break something. I thought you'd really be mad," he said looking at her as if waiting for the other shoe to fall. She smiled her love for him. "I'm not angry, really I'm not. I understand your sexual attraction to my Mom," she said. "I get you wanting to have sex with my Mom. I do. I really do," she said looking at him as if she was a wise sage instead of his easy to rile wife. "Wow," he said. "I never expected you to be so mature and understanding about me having sex with your mother," he said while wishing that he really did have sex with her mother. If he knew his wife would be this understanding about him having sex with her mother, he would have had sex with her years ago. "If I was in your shoes, if I had a sexy mother who looked like my Mom sashaying around me, I'd want to have sex with her too. My Mom is a bit of a sexual tease," she said with another dirty laugh. He stared at her while waiting for her to throw her plate of food at him. "I took your hands in mine because I thought you'd stab me with your fork, slice me with your knife, beat me with your spoon, and/or throw hot coffee in my face. I actually thought you'd run to the bedroom screaming, swearing, and crying, get my gun, and shoot me dead," he said with half a nervous laugh. Seemingly as if she was ready to suggest a threesome with her mother, she patted his hand again while laughing at his folly. Suddenly the thought of him in bed with his wife and mother, in the way Trudy is in bed with him during his sexual fantasy of her, took hold of him and he could see all three of them together in one bed. "Don't be silly," she said laughing. "I wouldn't do anything like that. I'd never hurt you, the man I love. Sorry but I'm not mad," she shrugged her smile. "Well, that's a relief," he said. "I'm glad you're being so mature about me having sex with your Mom." "I understand why you felt the need to sleep with my mother. I do. I really do," she said. "Like mother, like daughter, she's an older version of me. Truly, if you enjoy sleeping with me," she said giving him a sexy smile, "why wouldn't you want to sleep with my mother?" As if he was still in bed dreaming this weird conversation, he looked at her baffled. Maybe, as she always does, she's already turned his April Fools' joke on him. Maybe, not believing him at all that he had sex with her mother, her understanding reaction to him having sex with her mother is her April Fools' joke played on him. 'God damn it! I can never get her,' he thought to himself while wondering how else to make her believe that he had sex with her mother. "I'm just stunned by your lackadaisical reaction," he said trying to be as calm as she was acting. Instead he just wanted to stand on his chair and scream that he had sex with her mother. He wanted to scream that he licked her pussy, she sucked his cock, and they made love. He was willing to do anything to receive more of an angry reaction from his wife that he had sex with her mother. She sighed her frustration in seemingly trying to make him understand her position. "I understand you being sexually attracted to my Mom enough to want to have sex with her. I do. Really I do. She's a beautiful, sexy, and sensual woman. Especially when she's wearing one of her short, sheer, low cut nightgowns with the impressions of her big nipples showing through, what man wouldn't want to kiss her while feeling her huge tits and finger her big nipples through her nightgown? What man wouldn't want to bend my Mom over the sink and have his wicked, sexual way with her?" When she said that about her Mom wearing her short, sheer, low cut nightgown, he could see Trudy in the kitchen early in the morning without having the modesty to wear her robe. When she said that about bending her mother over the sink to have his wicked, sexual way with her, he suddenly wanted to have his wicked, sexual way with her mother. When she said that about her Mom wearing her short, sheer, low cut nightgown, he could imagine kissing her while feeling her huge tits and fingering her big nipples through her nightgown. When she said that about her Mom wearing her short, sheer, low cut nightgown, he could see her leaning in the open door of the refrigerator. As if she was naked, with the only light in the kitchen the refrigerator light lighting her up as if she was indeed naked, Gwen was making him horny. As if she was naked with the light from the TV lightening her up as if she was being X-rayed by airport security, he could envision her mother walking in front of the television in the darkened living room and giving him a nearly naked show of her body. As if she was naked, he could envision her mother opening the living room drapes and the sunlight pouring through the big bay window lighting her up as if she was naked. Only how can she be so nice after confessing that he had sex with her mother? Now he was really worried. What if she believed that he really did had sex with her mother? What if she calls her mother to collaborate his story? What if her lack of response to his confession wasn't her April Fools' joke but her diabolical plan to murder him? Now he expected her to poison his food with rat poison at dinner. He worried that she'd put a pillow over his face while he slept later tonight. He imagined her setting the bedroom ablaze with him still sleeping before taking the dog for a walk while delaying in calling 911. He scratched his head over his bewilderment of her not being angry. Why wasn't she angry that he slept with her mother? Nonetheless his quandary, he persevered in trying to get an appropriate, angry reaction from her after telling her that he did something so very sexually inappropriate with her mother. Albeit his consternation by her lack of a reaction, he was more than curious why she'd be more surprised that her mother would have sex with him than she was surprised that he'd have sex with her mother. With the two of them equally as guilty, if he had sex with her mother other than in his sexual fantasy, if anything, she should be equally surprised by both her mother and her husband having sex with one another. Only, admittedly, she wasn't. Why is that he wondered? Was the reason why she's not mad at him because he was a horny, cheating man who'd have sex with anyone, even her mother, and her mother was a good, kind woman? Was that it? Was the reason why she's not mad at him because she doesn't believe that her mother wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her mother? Was the reason why she's not mad at him because she doesn't believe that her mother would have sex with him? He needed to know why she wasn't angry. He needed to ask the question. "Sorry Gwen, but I don't get you being so calm over my sexual confession of having sex with your mother. Admittedly and confusingly enough, with you not surprised that I slept with your mother, why are you surprised that your mother slept with me?" Instead of responding to his news of him having forbidden sex with her mother, she looked at him as if ready to confess her own secret. Suddenly she told him something that he obviously didn't know and was surprised to hear. She said something that he never expected her to say and never expected to hear from the lips of his wife about her mother. "I'm more surprised that my Mom slept with you because my Mom never liked you," she said without emotion. 'What? Huh? Her mother never liked him?' With her telling him that her mother never liked him, suddenly he felt like one of the Smothers brothers when they said, "Mom always liked you best." * * * * * 'Her mother never liked him? Is that what she just said? No way! That's not possible. How can that be? Why didn't her mother never like him?' As if she had just slapped him across his face, the sting of her words reverberated in his head. As if someone else had said those words to anyone but him, he was stunned. He's known her mother almost as long as he's known his wife. Why didn't her mother never like him? What did he do for her never to like him? In the same way that he always liked her mother, he always thought her mother liked him. In the same way that he loves her mother as any son would love his mother-in-law, he always thought that her mother loved him in the way that any mother-in-law would love her son-in-law. Now to find out that her mother didn't like him, never liked him, was crushing to his self-confidence as a man and to his self-worth as a son-in-law. Based upon his wife's lackluster reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her mother, unfortunately for him, he had more of a reaction to her telling him that her mother never liked him. When she said that her mother never liked him so matter of fact that and without emotions, at first, it didn't immediately register to him that she was talking about her mother, an older, equally as beautiful, and bustier version of his wife. Her mother never liked him? He couldn't believe her mother never liked him. Her words hit him as if she threw ice, cold water in his face. A real shocker, now that he now knows his mother never liked him, he looked at her as stunned as she should have looked when he told her that he had sex with her mother. Truly, he had more of a reaction in discovering that his mother never liked him than his wife showed after he confessed that he had sex with her mother. With him knowing her better than that, after sleeping in the same bed with her for fifteen years, her lack of reaction made no sense. There was something amiss and something else going on here for her not to be angry with him for violating her mother in such a sexually inappropriate way. Maybe, especially now with her mother never liking him, she knows that he's playing an April Fools' joke on him. Maybe she's playing an April Fools' joke on him too. Maybe her April Fools' joke is not only her lack of reaction to his sexual confession that he slept with her mother but also in lying to him that her mother never like him. Sure, that's it. That must be it. Ha, ha. Yet, again, she turned his April Fools' joke around to play one on him. He should have known that this is her April Fools' joke that she's now playing on him. Very frigging funny. With him more willing to believe her April Fools' joke that her mother never liked him than she was in believing his April Fools' joke of having sex with her mother, she got him yet again. Ha, ha! Yet, then again, maybe she believes that he slept with her mother. Perhaps with her Mom lonely and perhaps even horny at times, maybe she's okay with him having sex with her mother. The resident man of the house maybe his job is morphing into sexually taking care of all of the women, Gwen, Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather. Maybe she's just saying that her Mom never liked him to get back at him for not only sleeping with her mother but also for confessing that he slept with her mother. Yeah, that's probably it. Her mother always liked him, loved him. Only he seriously doubted that her trying to get back at him and/or her being okay with him sleeping with her Mom, was her reason for her saying that her mother never liked him. Gwen didn't play games like that. She wasn't a bitch. A Virgo, with her being sometimes too honest, she always told the truth and said what she felt. There was no in between with Gwen. Either she liked you or she didn't. If you were an asshole, she told you to your face that you were an asshole. Apparently, unlike her mother hiding her secret that she never liked him, no one walked away from Gwen without knowing where they stood with her. With her mother always smiling at him and making eye contact with him whenever talking to him, he always thought she liked him just fine. With him always helping her to do things at her house, shoveling snow, mowing the lawn, fixing things, repairing things, and/or moving things, especially after she divorced her husband, he always thought they enjoyed a great mother and son-in-law relationship. Now to discover that she never liked him was as astounding as it was hurtful to know the truth that her mother never liked him. Shocked in the way that she should have been shocked when he confessed that he had sex with her mother, he couldn't believe that her mother never liked him. 'Wow! I can't believe that her mother never liked me.' In the way that Gwen should have been stunned by his sexual confession that he had sex with her mother, he was stunned by her truthful confession that her mother never liked him. In the way that he thought his wife would be hurt that he had sex with her mother, instead, he was hurt to know that his mother never liked him. Now weighed down with the thought that his mother-in-law never liked him, he wondered why her mother never liked him. Now when he sees her mother, with him knowing that she never liked him, things will be coldly different, awkwardly uncomfortably, and emotionally detached between them. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 05 His wife never lied to him and with her never saying anything that wasn't true and with her never saying any half-truths or anything purposely misleading, he trusted Gwen completely to tell him the truth. As shocking and as hurtful as it was to hear that her mother never liked him, with her always telling him straight the way that things are, he believed her when she said that her mother never liked him. Now that he thought more about Gertrude never liking him, he remembered some of the odd looks her mother gave him. Now that he thought more about Gertrude never liking him, he could now see how she didn't like him, never liked him. For sure, if anyone would know that his mother didn't like him, his wife would know how her own mother felt about him. With them talking on the phone every day, and with them being so very emotionally close to one another, she tells her mother everything and her mother confides in her too. Never minding Gwen telling her mother everything about him and about their relationship before, now it suddenly bothered him for her mother to know his personal business, especially when she never liked him. In the way that Gwen should have had his sexual confession that he slept with her mother in her head, he now had the knowledge that her mother never liked him in his head. With him more surprised to learn that Gertrude, or Trudy, as she prefers being called, didn't like him, never liked him, now he understood why Gwen was more surprised by her mother having sex with him than she was by his confession of sleeping with her mother. Moreover, at the very least, he would have thought that his wife would have told him long ago that her mother never liked him. What's up with that with her not telling him that her mother never liked him until now of all possible times after he confessed that he slept with her mother? Surely, if he knew Trudy never liked him, he would have asked Gwen why her mother never liked him. Surely, with Trudy his loving wife's mother, he would have addressed the issue of her never liking him and worked harder to make her like him more. Who knows? Maybe the way for her mother to like him, really like him, is to give her hot sex. Nah, in the way that his mother doesn't like him now, she'd have even more of a reason to hate him if he made a sexual pass at her, especially if she rejected him and his sexual advance. With his impromptu sexual confession and April Fools' joke backfiring on him yet again, he thought that telling her that he had sex with her mother would be enough to receive the stunned and angry reaction that he wanted and had hoped to have receive. When he didn't receive his hoped for reaction from his wife, now for sure, he's going to have to confess the rest of what he did to get the reaction from her that he hoped to have. Lashing out at her with the pained hurt that his mother never liked him, he decided to tell her some of the private, intimate details of their sexual encounter. Where Gwen hurt him by telling him that her mother never liked him, he wanted to hurt her by showing her just how much her mother truly liked him, if only sexually. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 06 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Chapter Eight -- My Mom never liked you. My Mom never liked you. "I'm not surprised that you slept with my Mom. She's beautiful and sexy after all. I'm more surprised my Mom slept with you because my Mom never liked you," said Gwen. Haunted as much as he was troubled by her words, her words that her mother didn't like him, never liked him, lit up his brain as if he had just been electrocuted. 'Her mother didn't like him. Her mother never liked him. How could her mother never like him?' Never seeing that coming, how could he not see that Trudy never liked him? Is he that obliviously to how his mother perceives him? After knowing the woman for nearly twenty years, is he that dumb not to know that her mother never liked him when he thought she always liked him? Where so many sons-in-law don't even like their mothers-in-law, he loves his mother-in-law. If he knew her mother never liked him, he didn't think he'd have sexual fantasies about her. How could he sexually fantasize over someone who didn't like him? Yet, whether she liked him or not, with her having enormous breasts in her favor, she was still sexy and beautiful. Whether she liked him or not, unable to help himself, he was still sexually attracted to her. Whether she liked him or not, unable to control his perverted perversity in wanting her to pleasure him sexually, he'd still have sex with his wife's mother if ever he could. How could he not be sexually attracted to the mother of a woman whose daughter looked so very much like her mother? Just as Gwen was stunningly gorgeous, so wasn't her mother, sister, and best friend for that matter. All three women were sexy, blonde sirens. All three women interrupted his sleep. All three women caused him to masturbate over their imagined naked forms. Yet, whether Gwen's mother liked him or not, she was still his mother and sex between a son-in-law and mother-in-law is as expressly forbidden as it is sometimes erotically exciting, depending on the mother-in-law, of course. Whether he was sexually attracted to her, she was his wife's mother and he'd never have sex with his wife's mother, especially with a woman who didn't like him, never liked him. Yet, now that he knows that Trudy doesn't like him, never liked him, oddly enough, he's even more sexually attracted to her than he was before. If she was forbidden fruit before, she's even more forbidden fruit now. Now, that he knows she doesn't like him, never liked him, while sitting in the kitchen talking to his wife, he fantasized of forcing her mother to have sex with him. Now armed with the knowledge that his mother never liked him, when he did have sexual fantasies about her, he'd have a different sort of sexual fantasies about her. He'd have sexual fantasies of her where he wasn't as respectful of her being his wife's mother. He'd have sexual fantasies of Gwen's mother that more addressed his sexual needs than her sexual needs. He'd still have fantasy sex with his mother-in-law, of course, while sleeping, but the sex he'd have with her not liking him, never liking him, would be rougher and more intense. By giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock, he imagined forcing her to like him, really like him. With the thought of Trudy not liking him, never liking him, taking his brain hostage, Roger fell silent while eating his breakfast, drinking his coffee, and sexually fantasizing over having fantasy sex with his mother. He couldn't think of anything but Trudy not liking him, just as he couldn't think of anything but Gwen's mother naked. He imagined either giving her a reason not to like him or giving her a reason to really like him. * * * * * Instead of kissing her and making love to her, he'd strip his mother naked against her will. With him touching her and feeling her through her clothes, he imagined her desperately trying to physically resist him but he was too strong for her and too determined to strip her naked. Of course she'd struggle, but the more she struggled the more sexually aroused he'd become. "Roger," he imagined her saying while physically resisting him as he felt her breasts through her blouse and bra and felt her ass through her short skirt and panty. "What are you doing? How dare you touch me in that inappropriate, sexual way? Stop! Let go of me." Not even bothering to unbutton it, as if he was a sex offender who kidnapped a sexy woman, he imagined ripping open her blouse to expose her bra clad breasts and long line of cleavage. Pushing her blouse over her shoulders, with her arms caught in her blouse, without even unbuttoning and unzipping it, he'd pulled down her short skirt to expose her white, cotton panties. Then, removing her blouse, he'd kick away her skirt. A sight to behold, he imagined himself staring at Gwen's mother standing there in her underwear. There's something so sexy about seeing a beautiful woman in her panty and bra. Once he stripped her down to her sexy lingerie, with her continuing to struggle and unsuccessfully trying to push him away, he imagined kissing her, French kiss her, while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her bra. Pushing her back and up against the wall, with him blocking her escape, there was nowhere for her to go now. Still kissing her, French kissing her, with her still struggling and trying to push him back, he imagined wrapping his arms around her and feeling her ass through her panty. Still kissing her, French kissing her, with her still struggling and pushing him away, he imagined forcing his hand between her legs and tracing her pussy slit through her panty. "Roger! No! Stop! Oh, my God. How dare you?" Then, taking as much pleasure in stripping her naked as he took in kissing her and feeling her through her underwear, he imagined removing her bra and panty. Oh, yeah, he couldn't wait to strip his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he was determined to see Gwen's mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, with just two articles of clothing left, after lusting over his wife's mother for fifteen years, since his wedding day, he finally was going to have his wicked, sexual way with her. Naked, naked, naked, Roger continued feeling his mother-in-law's shapely body through her bra and panties. "Stop! Get away from me. Don't you dare touch me in that sexual way. How dare you?" As if there was a drumroll going off in his head, he imagined removing her bra first. Not an easy task to do with her fighting him and resisting him but removing her bra would be the most sexually exciting thing to do. With her wearing such a big bra, a four hook, underwire bra, she was wearing a huge over the shoulder, bolder holder that supported her massive breasts. Always dreaming of her naked breasts, he couldn't wait to see her huge boobs. He couldn't wait to touch, feel, and fondle her big boobs. Of course she'd still continue struggling to prevent him from seeing her naked breasts, but the more she struggled the more sexually aroused he'd become and the more determined he'd be to remove her bra. "Roger! Stop! Let go of me. You're hurting me. Oh, my God. Please don't remove my bra," she said holding onto her bra when he made a grab for it. Visualizing it in his mind's eye, the quickest and easiest way to remove her brassiere, he imagined pulling her bra over her head and off without even unhooking it. Then, once topless, with her doing everything she could to block his view, he imagined she'd cover her naked breasts with her hands and forearms. Grabbing her by her wrists, he imagined forcing her arms away from her big boobs so that he could see her enormous tits. He's always wanted to see her D cup breasts and now that he's seen her tits, they look more like double D breasts than they do D cup breasts. He's always wanted to see her areolas and nipples. He always imagined touching them, feeling them, and sucking them whenever fantasizing about having sex with Gwen's mother in his dreams. "There! You happy now? You've seen my tits. Now allow me to get dressed please." With her standing there embarrassed and angry that he stripped her topless, he imagined himself touching her tits, feeling her tits, and fondling her tits. He imagined her slapping him and kicking him while he had his wicked, sexual way with her topless body. With her slapping at his face and head, he imagined himself fingering her nipples, pulling her nipples, and turning and twisting her nipples. Still having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's huge breasts, he imagined himself leaning down to suck her nipples, first one and then the other while his horny hands were all over her big nipples. "Roger stop. Oh, my God. Please don't. I can't believe you're sucking my tits. Please stop," she said trying to push his mouth away from her erect nipples. "This is so very embarrassing for me." He imagined his mother standing before him topless. With her more focused on covering her naked breasts with her hands and forearms than in protecting herself from him removing her panties, in one downward push, he imagined pulling down her panty to expose her naked ass and her bushy, blonde pussy to his horny eyes. Naked now, he imagined taking her in his arms and kissing her, French kissing her, while reaching behind her to touch, feel, squeeze, and fondle her naked ass. While still kissing her, French kissing her, he imagined himself reaching his hand down the front of her to feel her blonde, bushy fur before forcing his hand between her legs to finger Trudy's pussy. He was fingering his mother-in-law's cunt. He couldn't believe he was fingering his mother-in-law's cunt. "Oh, my God! You filthy pig," she said pushing his hand away from her pussy. "How dare you strip me naked? How dare you touch and feel me in such an inappropriate sexual way!" As if he had as many hands as a spider has legs and an octopus has tentacles, she removed one hand away from her breasts and his other hand away from her snatch to prohibit him from fingering her pussy. As soon as she removed his hand from her tit, his other hand was feeling and squeezing her ass. As soon as she removed his hand from her ass, his other hand was fingering her pussy. Yet, as much as she tried pushing his hand away, he still managed to get his finger inside of her. With his finger buried in her pussy up to his knuckle, he imagined finger fuck his mother. Rubbing her clit while moving his finger in an out of her, he was masturbating Gwen's mother. "Keep struggling. I like it when you resist," he said with a dirty laugh. Still trying to maintain her modesty, she cowered while covering her nakedness with her hands and forearms. "I'm telling Gwen what you did to me," she said pushing his hand away from in between her legs and finally freeing herself from him and extricating his finger from inside of her. With her standing there naked, he quickly stripped himself naked too. In the way she acted so shyly shocked when he was stripping her naked, she acted so shyly shocked to see him naked but he saw her glance down at his cock. She looked at his prick. Obviously not wanting him to catch her staring, she looked away before looking down at his penis again and again. Perhaps because she was his mother, she acted so outraged that he was touching her, feeling her, kissing her, and stripping her naked. Able to tell that she was feigning her modesty, he knew by the wetness he felt through her panty and the erectness of her nipples that she was as sexually aroused as he was. Obviously, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Obviously, this was nothing more than a game to her for her to not only maintain her virtues but also to maintain her reputation. She was his wife's mother after all. Now, with her finally naked, he forced her over to the bed. He sat her on the bed and took her hand and placed it on his cock. As quickly as he place her hand on his engorged prick, she pulled her hand away. Again and again, he placed her hand on his stiff prick, the last time actually wrapping her fingers around his cock and holding it there while he moved her hand up and down. Obviously not wanting to masturbate her son, she pulled her hand away again. Having had enough with the silly games of tickle and tease, he was determined to tie her to the bed. He imagined forcing her down on the mattress and tied her wrist to one bedpost before tying her other wrist to the other bedpost. Of course she'd struggle, but the more she struggled, the more sexually aroused he'd become. "Roger, let go of me. Let me go. Don't do this. Please don't do this. You can't do this. This is wrong," she said pleading with him to stop. "I'm your mother and you're my son-in-law. We can't have sex." Certainly, just as it was worth the physical effort to strip Gwen's mother naked, it was certainly worth the effort to tie her to the bed. He imagined her big boobs bouncing and swaying while trying to pull her arms from him for him not to tie her wrists to the bedposts. There's nothing like seeing naked, bouncing, and swaying, huge boobs, especially when those huge boobs are his mother's huge boobs. Now with her wrists tied to the bedposts and with her still struggling to free herself, he needed to do one more thing before tying her ankles to the bed. He pushed her to the side and slapped her ass. While watching for her reaction and as if waiting to hear an echo, he stopped and paused between each slap of her naked ass. Slapping it again and again, he slapped her harder each time. Again and again, he spanked her naked ass. "This is for not liking me," he said slapping her ass even harder. "This is for never liking me," he said really walloping her ass now until she started crying. Not done with her, not even close, he imagined himself standing at the foot of the bed to stare at his naked mother's huge breasts and erect nipples. Then grabbing one ankle, he tied that to the bedpost before tying her other ankle to the opposite bedpost. With Gwen's mother positioned in the shape of a starfish, he stared between her legs at her bushy, blonde pussy. Able to see a bit of pink, her pussy was glistening with her moist wetness. He wondered if stripping her naked or spanking her shapely ass or a combination of both is what sexually excited her. With his mother helplessly tied to the bed and obviously sexually aroused, there's so much he wanted to do to her naked body. If he dared, he'd love to call all of his friends over to gangbang his mother-in-law. He wouldn't mind watching that naked, sex show while videotaping the entire violent experience. He'd love to watch her suck and fuck a half dozen cocks. "Roger, please don't do this. Please untie me. I promise I won't tell Gwen that you stripped me naked, spanked me, and tied me to the bed. Okay?" Once tied to the bed, he imagined photographing her naked body and not only posting all of her pictures on the Internet but also mailing them to all of her friends, especially her male friends. He could be such a dirty bastard for his mother not liking him, never liking him. After all the things he'd done for her, she's an ungrateful bitch to not like him. "Now that I've stripped you naked, seen you naked, groped your naked body, tied your naked body to the bed, and photographed your naked body, how do you like me now? Now, if you still don't like me and will never like me, at least you have reason to dislike me, hate me even," he imagined saying to her. "Roger, how could you violate me in this sexual way? How dare you strip me naked? How dare you touch and feel me in places where no son should ever touch and feel their mother-in-law," he imagined Trudy saying. "How dare you spank my naked ass? How dare you tie me to your bed? How dare you expose yourself to me? I'm so very embarrassed." He imagined himself sitting on the bed beside her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Reaching down to finger her pussy, he imagined himself touching and feeling her everywhere a son she never liked would never be allowed to touch and feel his mother-in-law that he loved. He imagined sucking her huge tits and finger her big nipples. Just beginning with her, after making her ass red raw with his spanking, he enjoyed punish her for not liking him. "Oh my God, Roger. Please don't put your fingers inside of me. Please don't suck my nipples," she said squirming. "This is so very humiliating for me. You're sexually arousing me. Please don't. Please stop." Obviously, her nipples were one of her erogenous zones. Obviously he was sexually exciting her by sucking on her big nipples. If sucking her nipples wasn't enough, he imagined fingering her pussy with one hand while fingering her nipples with his other hand. Then, masturbating her by rubbing her clit, finger fucking her, and pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, he'd make her cum. "Oh, Roger. Please don't. Please stop. Oh, my God. Don't. You're sexually exciting me. Stop. Please stop. Don't. I beg you. Stop. Don't stop," she said breathlessly as he continued masturbating her. "Oh, my God. I'm going to cum. It's been such a long time that a man touched me in this sexual way. I'm cumming Roger. I'm cumming. This is so very humiliating." Shaking her shoulders and gyrating her hips, he watched her have an orgasm before sinking in the mattress in a daze of sexual delight. "How do you like me now that I masturbated you, Mom? Do you like me now that I gave you an orgasm with my fingers?" As if enjoying the afterglow, she remained silent for a minute before lashing out at him. "You filthy pig. How dare you violate me? How dare you treat me in such a disrespectful way? This is rape Roger, rape," he imagined Trudy saying. "You raped me and you'll pay dearly for this forced pleasure. I'll report you to the police. I'll have you arrested. They throw your sorry ass in jail." She looked at him with anger, the angry reaction that he had hoped to receive from Gwen but didn't. "Being that I stripped you naked and masturbated you, and being that I'll be going to jail, I may as well eat you too. Would you like for me to eat you Trudy? May I lick your pussy Mom?" "No Roger. Please. I beg you. Please stop. Please don't do that," she said. With her ankles tied to his bed and her legs already spread completely apart, he positioned himself between her legs and started licking her pussy while fingering her pussy and while reaching up to fondle her huge tits and finger her big nipples. Sticking his finger inside of her, he continued masturbating her while licking and licking her. He was eating his mother. He couldn't believe he was giving Gwen's mother and oral orgasm. With her wrists and ankles tied, unable to move much and seemingly enjoying him giving her cunnilingus, she stopped struggling. As if pressuring him to lick her harder and faster, she was actually pushing her cunt against his mouth. "Oh, Roger," she said wiggling her shapely ass. "You're going to make me cum again," she said in a husky, sexy voice. "I don't believe this. How could you do this to me? I'm cumming Roger. I'm cumming. God this is so embarrassing. Lick me, Roger. Lick me. Eat my pussy. Lap my cunt." He watched her have a second orgasm. By giving her an oral orgasm after giving her one with his fingers and before giving her a third one with his cock, he'd force her to like him, really like him. After spanking her naked ass with his hand, now he made her scream, not in pain but in sexual delight, first with his fingers and now with his tongue. Oh, yeah, after all that he's done for her, he'd get even with her for not liking him, never liking him, by fingering her while licking her. Just as he gave her an orgasm with his fingers, he imagined giving her a second orgasm with his tongue. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 06 "Now that I've had my fingers inside of you and my tongue in your pussy, how do you like me now bitch? Now that I gave you an oral orgasm, do you like me now? Suck my cock you, bitch. Suck it. Blow me," he imagined leaning over her to slowly slide his erect prick along her lips. "Blow me. I need to cum in your mouth," he imagined saying to his mother while having a sexual fantasy of her in his dreams. "Roger no. I refuse to blow you. I won't suck your cock. You'll have to kill me for me to take you in my mouth," she said keeping her lips firmly pressed together and her mouth closed. He looked at her laying on his bed naked, helplessly tied to the bed, and unable to move. He couldn't wait to feel his cock in her warm, wet mouth. He'd have his wicked, sexual way with her against her will. He'd force her to blow him and to suck him. He'd soon be ejaculating his cum in his mother's mouth. Hoping that she'd struggle more and scream, putting his knees over her shoulders, he'd force her to blow him. Lifting her head off the mattress by her hair, pulling her hair harder until she screamed in pain, as soon as she opened her mouth to scream, he filled her mouth with his cock. Then, moving her head back and forth with his heavy hand, he forced his mother to suck his cock. Humping her mouth while fucking her face, he imagined ejaculating a huge load of warm, oozy cum in her mouth. Not removing his prick from her mouth, he forced her to swallow him. "Oh, my God," she said coughing, gagging, and spitting. "I can't believe you forced me to blow you. I can't believe you forced me to suck you. I can't believe you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and forced me to swallow you," she said with anger. He laughed at her feigned outrage. "Now that I've had my prick in your mouth, how do you like me now?" He imagined asking her. "Now that I ejaculated in your mouth and you swallowed my cum, do you like me now?" He imagined asking her. He looked at her with snide arrogance and she looked at him with angry outrage. "You asshole. I'm telling my daughter what you forced me to do to you, you sick son of a bitch," she said. "I'm telling Gwen you stripped me naked and forced me to blow you." Then, when she thought her ordeal was no doubt over, when she perhaps thought that he was done with her naked body, he imagined mounting her. Forget about making love to her, he imagined fucking her hard, really hard. He imagined pounding her pussy until she had an orgasm. Oh, yeah, with her cumming for the third time, he'd make her his bitch. "Don't you dare. Get off of me! Roger no. Please don't. Stop. This is wrong. This isn't right. I'm your mother and not some whore," she said. "Oh, God." He positioned his cock by her pussy. With him having eaten her pussy and with her cumming, she was already so sopping wet. With a hump and a thrust, he was inside of her. He was fucking Gwen's mother. He was having sexual intercourse with his mother. Even if she didn't like him, never liked him, he imagined pounding her pussy so hard that he'd force her to cum. Even with her not liking him, never liking him, he'd fuck her hard enough and long enough for her to have an orgasm. Oh, yeah, that would teach her for not liking him, for never liking him. Not only would he make her like him but also giving his mother three orgasms would make her love him. "Oh, my God, Roger. I can't believe your fucking me," she said moving from disbelief to horniness. Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me," she said returning his humps with her humps. It's been so long since I've had a cock in my cunt. Fuck me. Fuck me. Make me your bitch. Make me cum," he imagined her saying. It would be worth going to jail for rape to teach his mother a lesson she'd never forget. Then, leaving her there for hours and only untying her for her to use the restroom while he watched, he'd force her to blow him and fuck him again and again. Over and again, he'd cum in her mouth. Over and again, he'd cum in her pussy. Over and again, he'd use her and sexually abuse her. "How do you like me now bitch? How do you like me now? I bet you really like me now that I gave you three orgasms, one with my fingers, one with my mouth, and one with my cock," he imagined saying to her. If only Gwen knew that he was thinking about sexually molesting her mother, she'd think him a sick, son of a bitch. * * * * * "I'm not surprised that you slept with my Mom. She's beautiful and sexy after all. I'm more surprised my Mom slept with you because my Mom never liked you," said Gwen. Having returned from his sexual fantasy of stripping her mother naked and having sex with her, he responded to his wife. "Oh," he said now not only armed with the knowledge that Trudy never liked him but also that Gwen is more surprised that her mother slept with him than she's surprised that he slept with her mother. Based on that information, he has reason for being angry at her mother for never liking him. Moreover Gwen should be angry with her mother for having sex with him after she told her daughter that she never liked him. Only he was more hurt than he was angry with her mother. If he was angry at anyone, he was angry with his wife for not telling him that her mother never liked him. Still surprisingly, his wife obviously wasn't angry with either of them for allegedly having sex with one another. Overshadowed by her mother never liking him, seemingly the fact of him having sex with her mother was no longer an issue. In the way Gwen looked at him, more surprised that her mother would have sex with him, she didn't seem angry that he'd have sex with her mother at all. While he looked at her with hurt that her mother never liked him, she looked at him seemingly relieved that he had sex with her mother. What was once a great April Fools' joke that he wanted to play on his wife was now a convoluted mess. By her not angrily reacting to his confession of sleeping with her mother, other than she was surprised, his practical joke was ruined. It's not fair that he can't get her to believe him when he makes up tall tale stories in the way that she gets him to believe her when she tells him her tall tale stories. It's not fair that he can never play a practical joke on his wife. It's not fair that he can never get her going. It's not fair that he's so gullible and she can easily get him going with her practical jokes. It's not fair that his jokes always backfire on him. It's not fair that she's always able to get him when he can never get her. Just once, he'd love to fool her, trick her, and deceive her into believing one of his practical jokes. The only explanation he had why her mother never liked him, he felt certain that she was playing an April Fools' joke on him by telling him that her mother never liked him. "Sorry, Roger. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I should have told you long ago that my mother never liked you," she said patting his hand yet again as if he was an old man in a nursing home and she was visiting him. Not wanting to beat a dead horse, he persevered in his April Fools' joke nonetheless. Not allowing her to have the upper hand in the way she does whenever she plays a practical joke on him, he decided to give her more of the intimate details of the sex that he had with her mother. If not only for the sake of getting an angrier reaction from her, he wanted to show her how much her mother really liked him. He was determine to make her feel the hurt, the betrayal, and the rejection that he felt now with her mother never liking him. Even if she wasn't joking, it still hurt when she said that her mother never liked him. Normally he wouldn't take out his revenge on his wife. He loved his wife. Yet, his reason for lashing out at her, he was hurt by finally hearing that her mother never liked him. Something she should have told him years ago, he didn't understand why she didn't tell him years ago that her mother never liked him. The next logical progression to alleviate his curiosity, something that he had no idea why she never liked him, he needed to know why Gwen's mother never liked him. Only, not wanting to go down that road just yet of asking her why her mother never liked him, he wanted to continue in trying to convince her that he really did have sex with her mother. "Well, with her not showing that she never liked me, she liked me just fine when we're in bed together naked and having hot sex," he said with a big, shit eating grin. Inspired by and feeding off of the sexual fantasy that he had of her mother last night, he used that to pepper his story with sexual details. "She definitely liked me then." Gwen looked at her husband and smiled her understanding of his sexual confession. By the comforting look she gave him, she obviously knew that she hurt him by telling him her mother never liked him. Before giving him her retort, seemingly she knew that he was striking out at her to hurt her, obviously in the way she hurt him by telling him that her mother never liked him. With him having known this woman for twenty years, he knew in the way he was trying to play her, she had already played him. With another practical joke going down in flames, he's never been able to get her. "That's not surprising that my mother gave you hot sex," she said with a shrug. "In the way that men will have sex with any woman at any time, a woman doesn't have to love a man and/or even like a man to be sexually attracted to him and or to give him hot sex. Women are much like men in that regard. We're all human Roger. We all have sexual feelings. To think that all women are good and all men are bad is naïve. Just as both sexes can be good, both sexes can be bad, very bad," she said with a dirty laugh. So, she's saying that her mother doesn't love him or even like him but her mother doesn't have to love him or even like him to give him hot sex. 'Wow,' he thought to himself. 'That's interesting.' He always thought that women were more selective than that. He never thought that women would be just as horny as men. "I see," he said with attitude. She gave him a look of exasperation before continuing to clarify her meaning. "With you a ten in my book, a man doesn't need to be a ten for a woman to be sexually interested in him in the way that men are always looking to bed the most beautiful, sexy, and shapely women," she said. "You need look no further than Angelina Jolie when she was with Billy Bob Thornton, and Hugh Hefner, Donald Trump, and Howard Sterns with every beautiful and sexy woman they've had sexually. Besides, like mother like daughter, my Mom loves sex as much as I do. Only, I'm still shocked somewhat that she'd agree to have sex with you, especially with you being her son and especially with her never liking you," said Gwen pushing his buttons in the way he was trying but unable to push her buttons. There she said it again. Her mother never liked him. Why didn't she ever like him? 'God damn it!' His mother never liked him. Why did she never like him? Frustrated that his April Fools' joke wasn't working as planned, something was wrong. Unable to get the angry reaction he had hope to receive from his wife for bedding her mother, this wasn't like her to be so calmly detached and acceptingly aloof. Especially after the sexual confession that he made to her about having sex with her mother, his April Fools' joke wasn't working. "Again, with her not showing that she never liked me, she liked me just fine when we were making out like horny teenagers and I was squeezing her ass and feeling her tits through her clothes. She liked me just fine when she was feeling my cock through my jeans before she unzipped me and pulled out my stiff prick. She liked me just fine when she was stroking my cock while French kissing me," he said pausing to watch her reaction that never came to him making out with while feeling up her mother. He continued when she didn't show any reaction to his giving her more sexual details of bedding her mother. "She liked me just fine when she allowed me to unbutton her blouse and hike up her bra to see her huge breasts and big nipples. She liked me just fine when she allowed me to feel and fondle her huge tits, and suck and finger her erect nipples," said Roger still trying to get Gwen to react to the sordid sexual details of bedding her mother. Yet, even after giving her more of the sexual details of their forbidden, sexual encounter, Gwen rolled her eyes and sighed. As if telling him what he said about bedding her mother really didn't make much of a difference in how she felt about their sleazy affair, seemingly she looked bored. She seemed more interested in eating her breakfast and drinking her coffee than she was in hearing the wretched details of him having sex with her mother. Her lack of emotion and her look of so what, was as if she was giving him the finger. Did she just not believe that he had sex with her mother or did she not care that he had sex with her mother? "My Mom loves making out as much I do," she said with impatient exasperation to her voice in trying to make him understand that obviously she didn't give a care that he had sex with her mother. Seemingly by the disinterested look on her face, it was no big deal that he had sexual relations with her mother. "Sometimes, when I came home unannounced, I'd see her with my Dad going at one another as if they were dating instead of being married," said Gwen seemingly having an answer for everything. "Like mother like daughter, my Mom loves kissing, being felt through her clothes, and feeling you through their clothes as much as I do." 'Wow!' He was surprised that Gwen even knew that bit of sexual information about her mother. With them talking on the phone every day, while enjoying the good mother and daughter relationship that they assuredly had, seemingly they had no secrets. Now that he knew his mother never liked him, he wondered how much Gwen told her mother about him. Maybe the reason why Trudy doesn't like him, never liked him, is due to something that his wife said to her mother about him. Now totally perplexed with him unable to get a reaction from his wife for sleeping with her mother, Roger persevered in sharing more of the sexual details with Gwen in bedding her mother. "Yeah, well, she liked me just fine when she was moaning with had her long, shapely legs wrapped around my neck and running down my back while I was licking and fingering her pussy," said Roger. "You should have heard her screaming when she was cumming and cumming. If your mother didn't like me, never liked me at all, I don't think she could have faked her orgasms as if she was my personal, porn star," he said nodding his head up and down. "Oh, yeah, your Mom couldn't get enough of my fingers and tongue when I was eating her pussy," he said. "Definitely, your mother liked me just fine then when I gave her an oral orgasm." Gwen reached her hand under the table to rub Roger's cock through his pants. "If I'm anything like my Mom, Roger, I love it when you eat me," she said flashing him her tongue as if she was licking herself while imitating the Rolling Stones logo. He took Gwen flashing him her tongue as his sexual encouragement to tell her more intimate details of the fictitious sexual union he had with her mother. Going for broke, he let it all hang out. Roger told Gwen all of the dirty details of what he did with her mother. Determined to get her going, he was determined for her to have more of an angry reaction to his sexually explicit words. Drawing from the sexual fantasy that he had of Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather last night, he was determined to finally play a practical joke on her for April Fools' Day. Ready to tell her all, he wondered what more he'd have to say to get an angry reaction from her. He wondered what more he'd have to say to finally get her to believe his joke so that he could tell her April Fools'. "She liked me just fine when she not only had one screaming orgasms but when she had three screaming orgasms. The first orgasm was with my fingers while I was rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy while kissing and kissing her. I only stopped kissing her to suck on her enormous nipples. Your mother has such huge breasts and her nipples are like sucking on a baby bottle nipple," he said. "Big nipples run in the family," said Gwen. "Just as I have big nipples, so doesn't Genevieve have big nipples too." The second orgasm was when I positioned myself between her shapely thighs and fingered and licked her pussy while reaching my other hand up to fondle her big tits and finger her erect nipples. The third orgasm was while making love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard," said Roger slapping his hand loudly on the dining room table again and again while imitating the slapping sound when fucking her mother's wet, warm pussy. "If your mother never liked me before, she definitely liked me plenty now when I was pounding her warm, wet pussy with my hard, hairy cock enough to make her cum." Yet, an enigma to him, instead of getting angry that he gave her mother three orgasms, one with his fingers, one with his tongue, and a third with his cock, Gwen seemingly swooned, no doubt, at the thought of her husband giving her three orgasms too. 'What the fuck? Why isn't she angry that I had sex with her mother?' Instead of being upset, she gave him a sexy smile. "You've always been great in bed Roger. My Mom is lucky to have you as a lover. You're very generous when taking care of a women's sexual needs first and before taking care of your own," she said. "Maybe later, after breakfast, you can show me all that you did with my Mom," she said giving him a sexy look while reaching under the table to feel his cock through his pants. "Maybe later we can have some hot, pillow talk while you pretend that I'm your MILF of a mother instead of your wife and you're my sexy son-in-law instead of my husband." As if he was making her horny by confessing that he had sex with her mother, she gave him that sexy look again. 'Is she kidding me? She wants hot pillow talk while pretending that she's my mother and I'm her son-in-law? This isn't the reaction that I thought I'd have.' Kinky that his wife was sexually aroused by him telling her all of the sexual details of bedding her mother, it was even kinkier that she wanted to have pillow talk over all that he did with her mother. It bordered on strangely bizarre that she'd be willing to role play with her pretending to be her mother with him pretending to be her son while he gave her hot sex. If she was having this kind of sexually favorable reaction to him having sex with her mother, he really wished that he did have sex with her mother. Only, with her mother not liking him, never liking him, she'd never have sex with him. With it not being enough that he confessed that he had sex with her mother and gave her three orgasms, one with his fingers, one with his mouth, and another with his cock, what did he have to say to get his wife going? Intent on getting her to strongly and unfavorably react with anger that he had sex with her mother, he ignored his wife willingness to go along with him having sex with her mother by role playing during pillow talk. Instead, hoping to say the one thing that would put her over the edge, Roger continued regaling all of the intimate, sexual details of having sex with her mother. "She liked me just fine when she was sucking my cock," said Roger nodding his head as if he was Trudy nodding her head while sucking his cock. "Your mother is quite the skilled cocksucker. Yes, indeed," he said moving his hand back and forth in front of his mouth in mockery of her mother sucking his cock. "Your mother loves sucking cock, that's for sure." Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 06 Confounding him as if making fun of him, Gwen moved her hand to her mouth and pushed out her cheek with her tongue as if she was stroking him while sucking him. Oh, my God, his wife was so sexy. His wife was such a dirty, sexually playful woman. Thank God for Cosmopolitan magazine. Maybe later, after breakfast, she'll suck on the real thing while he tells her even more about him having pretend sex with her mother. Maybe later they'll go through Cosmopolitan together for some sexy, love making ideas. Maybe later they'll role play with her pretending to be his mother and him pretending to be her son-in-law instead of her husband. How hot is that? "Well, that's something I didn't know about my mother. I didn't know my Mom was a skilled cocksucker. It makes sense though," she said with a dirty laugh. "I guess, along with us loving to kiss and with all of us having big nipples, enjoying giving blowjobs runs in my family," she said with a dirty laugh. "Now I know where I got my love for sucking your cock came from," she Gwen. "Like mother like daughter," she said with a shrug and another laugh. Unable to phase her with whatever he said about having sex with her mother, he looked at her while smiling at what he was going to say next. "Even though your mother gave me a wonderful blowjob, she's still not as good at sucking cock as are you," he said complementing her cock sucking skills. She returned his smile with some surprising, privileged information about her sister's sexual peccadilloes. "My sister is the same way, too. I'm better at giving blowjobs than my sister. Genevieve would much rather get laid than to give a man a blowjob," she said giving him a curious look. Somehow with it playing out in his sexual fantasies of Genevieve, he already knew that. "Only, in the way that I told you that she had big nipples too, I shouldn't have said something so sexually inappropriate and intimately revealing about my sister in front of you. Now, that you've sexually been with my mother, you may have the same sexual ideas about wanting to have sex with my sister too," she said with a sexy laugh. Suddenly, he imagined Gwen giving someone else a blowjob other than him. He imagined her giving one of his brothers a blowjob or sucking his best friend's cock while he watched. Only, with him the only man she's sexually ever been with, his wife would never suck anyone's cock but his cock. She's not like that. She's not a whore in the way her sister is. She's not even a slut in the way that he now imagined her mother is for not liking him. 'Bitch!' Frustrated now that she was being so complacently mature about the whole sordid, sexual affair after confessing that he had sex with her mother, he wasn't receiving the angry reaction he figured he'd receive from bedding Trudy. With his sexual confession renewed and recharged, he continued with the details of having fantasy, pretend sex with her mother. "She liked me just fine when I mounted her and she reached down to slide my stiff prick in her warm, wet pussy," he looked at her for her reaction before continuing and continued telling her more when he received none. "She liked me just find when I made sweet love to her while kissing and kissing her and while leaning down to suck her big nipples," again, he paused in his confession for the sake of watching and waiting for her angry reaction. Again, when none came, he continued. "She liked me just find when I slammed my cock in her and fucked her, really fucked her hard, and pounded her pussy until she had another orgasm," said Roger. He rocked back and forth in his chair as if he was showing Gwen just how he humped her mother before fucking her mother. He was more sexually aroused talking about having sex with her mother than she seemingly was angry that he confessed to having sex with her mother. If anything, seemingly, she was more sexually aroused than she was angry that he had sex with her mother. Gwen smiled and patted his hand before returning her focused attention to her breakfast and coffee. "Thank you for taking care of my mother's sexual needs. You're a good husband and a great lover," said Gwen giving him a kiss before taking a bite of her cherry coated, English muffin. "Maybe you two can have sex again sometime while I watch," she said with a dirty but serious, little laugh. 'What? Thank you for taking care of my mother's sexual needs? Maybe you two can have sex again sometime while she watches? What the fuck? She's got to be kidding.' She shocked him as much as she sexually excited him. Even with her mother not liking him, he wouldn't mind having sex with her mother while Gwen watched. Seemingly, she didn't care that he had sex with her mother. Definitely, she was playing an April Fools' joke on him in the way that he was unable to play an April Fools' joke on her.' Roger couldn't believe what he was hearing. Definitely, she must know that he's playing an April Fools' joke on her and definitely she's playing an April Fools' joke on him by pretending she doesn't care that he had sex with her mother. Perhaps telling her even more sexual details would be enough to finally get her going, for her to finally believe him, and for her to have more of an angry reaction that he had sex with her mother. As if there was a drumroll of suspense going off in his head, he couldn't wait to tell her what he was going to say next. "For sure and without a doubt, if your mother never liked me, I don't think she would have blown me. I don't think she would have sucked my cock while stroking my cock. If your mother never liked me, I don't think she would have allowed me to cum in her mouth while feeling her huge tits and fingering her big nipples. If your mother never liked me, I don't think she would have swallowed my cum," he said with some self-satisfaction even to her lack of a reaction. "Oh, yeah, she drained me dry before licking me clean. Aside from your blowjobs, she gave me the best, damn blowjob I ever had. Definitely, your mother knows her way around a stiff prick." She let go of his hand take a sip of her coffee. "Again, like daughter like mother and vice versa in this sexual situation. Apparently my Mom is as much of a cum slut as I am," she said with a little embarrassed laugh. "Evidently, not only does she love sucking cock but also she loves swallowing cum too," she said giving him an understanding smile. He looked at her stunned that he couldn't get the reaction that he had wanted to receive. He was getting more sexually aroused by talking about Trudy giving him a blowjob, cumming in her mouth, and her swallowing his cum than she was angry that he had sex with her mother. She paused to stare at her husband. "I'm glad you told me that you had sex with my mother, Roger. Openness has always been the success to our great relationship and honesty has always been the hallmark to our long marriage. Thank you for sharing," said Gwen. After giving his wife his detailed, sexual confession, suddenly he felt as if he was attending an AA meeting delivering his weekly success or setbacks. Thank you for telling me that you had sex with my mother? Thank you for sharing my confession that I had sex with her mother? 'What? Huh? Is she kidding me? Is she for real? No way! What the Hell is happening here? This isn't right.' She must know his sexual confession of having sex with her mother is all bullshit. She must know that he's playing an April Fools' joke on her. Just as he could never get her before with any of his practical jokes, he certainly wasn't getting her now. He looked at her as if she had suddenly lost her mind. Not understanding her emotionless reaction to his sexual confession of bedding her mother, he looked at her with a questioning look. Perhaps his confession that he slept with her mother put her over the edge from sanity to lunacy. The only thing that he could figure was that she knows he's playing or trying to play and April Fools' joke on her but instead she's playing a better April Fools' joke on him. Frustratingly he's falling for her April Fools' joke in the way that he thought she'd fall for his April Fools' prank. What does he have to do to get an angry reaction from her? What more must he say for her to believe him? He wished he never even started with this joke. Now stuck with it, he had to finish it. Except for her being curious how it all started, he figured she wouldn't want to know all of the dirty details but seemingly she did want to know all of the dirty details by allowing him to continue talking about it without stopping him. Instead of asking him to stop, she took all of the sexual details of him having sex with her mother in stride. Moreover, hoping he has sex with her mother again, she even wants to be there to watch them doing it. He couldn't believe that she was acting so blasé to his sexual confession of sleeping with her mother. Apparently, she doesn't care that he had sex with her mother. Apparently, she's even sexually aroused by his sexual confession to want to have pillow talk later about all that he did with her mother while role playing and replicating the sex that he had with her mother. If he wasn't so sexually aroused by role playing and replicating the sex that he supposedly had with her mother, he'd be angry that she wasn't mad over his joke. "Sorry but I don't understand your lack of a reaction to my sexual confession. I don't get it. Why aren't you angry? I cheated on you with your mother. I can't believe you're not mad that I slept with your mother? I can't believe that you're grateful that I sexually satisfied your mother. I can't believe you hope I can have sex with your mother again sometime so that you can watch. I can't believe you want to have pillow talk over all that I sexually did with your mother while role playing and repeating the sex that I had with your mother with you. I can't believe that you thanked me for sharing," he said. With her acting as if she didn't care that he slept with her mother, as if she was a swinger who had slept with hundreds of men, when the only man she's ever been sexually intimate with was with him, she acted so nonchalant. She acted so maturely and sexually enlightened about the whole, sleazy affair. She swallowed her coffee and took another bite of her food before responding to his frustration of her not being angry by his sexual confession. "These eggs are really good Roger," she said falling silent again and pausing in thought before looking at him and before speaking. "No, I'm not mad that you had sex with my mother. Why would I be mad? You're both consenting adults," she said with a disinterested shrug. "Besides, if you're going to have sex with anyone, I'd much rather you keep it in the family," she said with another shrug while looking up at him to make eye contact with him. "For sure, I'd much rather you have sex with my mother than with a stranger." He looked at her as if he was having a dream, a sexual fantasy of how extraordinarily wonderful it would be if his wife allowed him to have sex with her mother with no regrets, no remorse, no guilt, and no repercussions. In the way that she wasn't angry and wanted to have pillow talk while role playing their sexual, incestuous scene, she made him really want to have sex with her mother. Now he wondered if she'd react the same way when he told her that he had sex with her sister too. "Huh? Sorry. Pardon. Keep it in the family. You'd much rather I have sex with your mother than with a stranger? I don't understand," he said. "Normally, it's just the opposite. A wife would much rather her husband have sex with a stranger than with her mother. Normally, a wife wouldn't want her husband to have sex with anyone, especially not with her mother." Obviously, she was playing him. Obviously she was playing him so that he wouldn't suspect her of poisoning his food with rat poison later. Obviously she was playing him so that he wouldn't, suspect her of putting a pillow over his face while he slept. Obviously she was playing him so that he wouldn't suspect her of setting the bedroom on fire with him still asleep in bed when she was out walking the dog. Obviously, with her acting so calmly understanding and sexually enlightened and with her not being mad at all that he slept with her mother, for certain, this was her April Fools' joke that she was playing on him. "Definitely and without a doubt, I'd much rather you have sex with my mother than to pick up some strange woman in a bar and have sex with her in the backseat of your car or in her apartment. With you never having sex with anyone but me, I understand your curiosity and your need to have sex with someone else," she said. "You are a horny man after all and a man with sexual needs, wants, lusts, and desires." 'What the fuck?' He couldn't believe she was being so understanding about him having sex with her mother. "That makes sense, I guess," he said scratching his head while wondering what more he'd have to do to get her angry. As if he had told her that he got a raise or a promotion instead of confessing that he had sex with her mother, she gave him a loving smile. "Definitely, for sure, I'd much rather you have sex with my mother than having sex with some stranger who you may fall in love with, contact some sexually transmitted disease, and/or get her pregnant," she said nodding her head while looking at him with dreamy eyed hopefulness. "Too bad my mother wasn't younger, if you got my Mom pregnant, with my Mom carrying our baby for us, we could finally have the baby we always wanted." 'Good God.' He couldn't believe what she was saying and what he was hearing. As convoluted she was in her thinking, seemingly, she made sense, especially about the baby, but coming from her, his wife in regards to him having sex with her mother, none of this made any sense. How could she possibly justify him having sex with her mother as acceptable? Why isn't she mad at him for confessing that he had sex with her mother? She was so calm about his confessed affair, too calm. She was too nice. He knew her well enough to know that there was something else going on here. Maybe she was planning on divorcing him. Maybe now that he had just confessed to sleeping with her mother, their marriage was over. Only, he didn't want to lose his wife. He loved Gwen. Now wishing that he could take his confession all back, he wished he had never tried playing an April Fools' joke on her. With her being so smart, more intelligent and educated that he is, he was mistaken to think that he could ever get Gwen to believe any of his practical jokes. She shocked him. She really surprised the shit out of him by her too relaxed of a reaction. He never thought his wife would have such a disinterested attitude about him sleeping with any woman, especially when the other woman was her mother. Damn, if he knew this before, he would have slept with her mother years ago. Only, with her mother not liking him, never liking him, the chances of him ever having sex with her mother was slim to nil. Besides, other than in his sexual fantasies and dreams, he didn't want any other woman. He'd never cheat on Gwen. He only sexually wanted his loving wife, his best friend, his soulmate, and the love of his wife. Then, he wondered, maybe his mother not liking him is her knee jerk reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her. Maybe his mother-in-law likes him too much and the way for her mother to distance herself from him was to confess to Gwen that she never liked him. Maybe in the way that he sexually fantasizes about his mother-in-law, her mother sexually fantasizes about him. Perhaps this is Gwen's way of diffusing a sexually volatile situation. 'Wow! Wouldn't that be something if Trudy sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her in his dreams? Wouldn't it be awesome if it's okay with his wife for him to have sex with her mother?' Now with Gwen giving him the green light to have sex with her mother, even while she watches, he'll keep that in mind for later. "Really? Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me and I'm glad you prefer that I keep my extramarital affairs within our family because there's more that I need to confess," he said. Not even looking at him, paying more attention to her breakfast than to his confession, she continued shoveling food in her mouth and washing it down with coffee. "Sorry, I'm so hungry. These hash browns are delicious Honey," she said. "Go on. I'm listening. What more do you have to confess? I can't imagine your next confession being any worse than you having sex with my mother," she said with a dirty laugh. "That was such a big surprise," she said rolling her eyes. As his way to protect himself from her fork, knife, spoon, and hot coffee, he took hold of her hand again. Then, as if he was a comedian about to deliver a punchline, he blurted out his next sexual surprise. "Not only did I have sex with your mother but also I had sex with your sister too," he said. To be continued... Please Vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 07 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Nine -- "Not only did I have sex with your mother but also I had sex with your sister too." "Not only did I have sex with your mother but also I had sex with your sister too," he said. Waiting for her response to his confession that he not only had sex with her mother but also had sex with her sister too, he stared at her face and in her bright, blue eyes while watching for any sign of the angry reaction he hoped to receive. Not yet showing him the reaction that he hoped to have, as if she was confused rather than being angry, she looked at him with furrowed brow. A good start and more of a negative reaction received from having sex with her sister than from having confessed to having sex with her mother, seemingly she looked more shocked that he slept with her sister than she did when he confessed that he slept with her mother. He took that as a good sign that he was going to finally receive more of an angry reaction to his April Fools' joke. "My sister?" Giving him a strange if not an unexpected reaction, she laughed her disbelief. Maybe it was a nervous laugh but surely, he wasn't expecting her to laugh when he told her that he had sex with her younger sister, Genevieve. "Yes, your sister," he said. "I had sex with Genevieve and she had sex with me. We had sex." In the way that he expected her to be angry when he told her that he had sex with her mother, he expected her to be angry when he confessed that he had sex with her sister. "You slept with my sister? You had sex with Genevieve?" She looked at him as if he was lying or joking before she laughed again. In the same surprised way she looked at him when he told her that he had sex with her mother, she looked at him surprised that he slept with her sister. Shocked that she wasn't angry when he told her he slept with her mother, he was even more shocked that she wasn't angry when he told her he had sex with her sister. Definitely something is not right. Without a doubt, there's something wrong. How could she not be mad? Why isn't she angry? Who else must he tell her that he had sex with for him to get the angry reaction he wanted to receive from playing his April Fools' Day joke on her? "Why do you seem so surprised that I had sex with Genevieve?" Looking at her with a look of confidence as if he was the reincarnation of Don Juan, he stared at her while trying to read her and while waiting for her to get upset but she never did. "If I slept with your mother, why wouldn't I sleep with your sister too?" She made the same sour face over him sleeping with her sister that she made when he told her that he slept with her mother. As if trying to read him to see if he was telling her the truth or joking, she gave him a long, pensive look before speaking. In the way that she paused before telling him that her mother never liked him, she paused before answering his question. "I'm surprised that you slept with my sister because Genevieve dislikes you even more than my Mom dislikes you," she said with an unkind laugh. He was crushed. He felt as if she punched him in the stomach or kneed him in his testicles. Genevieve dislikes him too? She dislikes him even more than her mother? Why? He didn't understand. Why doesn't her mother and sister like him? Other than being good to them and doing favors for them, why didn't they like him? What did he ever do to them for them not to like him? If anything, with all that he's done for the both of them, they should love him. Angry now, in the way that he was surprised and hurt that her mother didn't like him, never liked him, he was surprised and hurt that her sister dislikes him even more than her mother. As if she had stabbed him in his heart, her words hurt him as much as the sharpest knife. My God, what the Hell did he ever do to her mother and to her sister for them to so dislike him? With all of the favors and errands he's done for them, they should love him. With all of the things he's gone out of his way to do for them, if anything, they should reward him with sex instead of disliking him. They were always calling him asking him to do things. Gwen was always volunteering his time to fix this or to buy that. Neither one of them have ever walked in a hardware store with him around, their personal handyman. A shocking revelation, seemingly it was more shocking to him that her mother and sister didn't like him than it was to her that he had sex with her mother and sister. If that wasn't strangely bizarre than he didn't know what was. In the way that he always thought that his mother liked him, he thought his sister-in-law liked him too. With him always doing favors for her sister in the way that he always did favors for her mother, now that he knows that both women dislike him, he felt so used and so played by their insincere affections. Now that he knows the truth about how they feel about him, never is when he'll do another kind thing for either of them. He'd done trying to get them to like him. How could he be so blind? How could he be so stupid? How could he be so taken in by them? How could he be so oblivious to their lack of feelings for him? Easy. Every time he saw her mother and/or her sister, they hugged him hello and/or goodbye while rubbing their big tits up against his chest while kissing him. Easily taken in by their beauty, feeling their blonde hair against his cheek, and swooning by the scent of their perfume, seemingly he was more connected to their big tits than he was to either of them. He loved big breasted women and his wife, as well as her mother, her sister, and her best friend all have big boobs. In the way that they showed him affection, attention, and kindness, the better question to ask is not how he can be so blind but how can they be so insincere to hide their dislike for him so well? Had he known they didn't like him after all that he's done for them, he wouldn't have done all that he's done for them. Helping them move, giving them rides, shoveling out their driveways, mowing their lawns, jump starting their cars, whatever they needed, he was there at their beck and call to help. Seemingly sometimes with him their personal slave and their go to guy whenever they needed help with computers, electronics, and/or had a problem, the list of all that he's done for them is endless. In comparison, other than to say thank you, what did they ever do for him? Now to know that her mother never liked him and her sister disliked him even more, he felt so used. Feeling deceived, he felt like such a fool. Thinking that they both liked him, loved him even, they had him completely fooled. Bamboozled by this new revelation that not only didn't her mother never like him but also her sister disliked him even more, he was crushed. With all of the things he's done for them over the years, he didn't deserve their contempt nor their disrespect. He more deserved their undying gratitude and their love. If anything, with all that he's done for her mother and sister, they should give him hot sex as payment for all of his favors. Yet, nonetheless their dislike for him, in the way that Gwen should be reeling from him telling her that he had sex with her mother and with her sister, she wasn't. What's up with that? Instead, he was the one reeling from her lack of an angry reaction to his sexual confessions that he had sex with not only her mother but with also her sister. Instead, he was the one reeling from her telling him that her mother and her sister didn't like him. Why? Why don't they like him? As deeply hurt as he was totally confused, he didn't understand. After knowing all three women for twenty years, he didn't understand how his wife's mother and sister could hide their true feelings from him. After having confessed the sexual details of having sex with her mother, he began his confession of the sexual details of having sex with her sister. Perhaps, if he couldn't get the angry reaction that he wanted and hoped he'd receive from his wife to confessing having sex with her mother, hopefully he'll receive her wrath from having sex with her sister. Only, he was sick to his stomach that Trudy never liked him and that Genevieve disliked him even more. "Yeah, well, putting a hand behind her blonde, pretty head, I was humping Genevieve's mouth and fucking her face. Trust me, your sister liked me well enough when she was on her knees sucking my cock," he said in anger. "Yeah! Your sister liked me well enough to blow me." She looked at him as if he suddenly had two heads. "Genevieve blew you?" Looking as if she didn't believe him, she crumpled her brow and looked at him as if trying to make sense of what he was telling her. "My sister sucked your cock?" This is it. This is the angry reaction he was hoping to receive in telling her his April Fools' Day joke. Finally, she was showing some emotion to him having sex with her sister after not having any reaction to him having sex with her mother. In the way he held nothing back in telling her the sexual details of the affair with her mother, he didn't waste any time in giving her explicit, graphic details of the sexual encounter that he had with her sister. "Yes, your sister blew me. Of course she blew me. Genevieve sucked my cock. Your sister liked me well enough to not only blow me but also to allow me to cum in her mouth and swallow my load," he said. Gwen looked at him and smiled. With him waiting for the other shoe to drop, he expected her to have more of an angry reaction when telling her that he had sex with her sister than she had in confessing that he had sex with her mother. With her laughing before, he couldn't believe she was smiling now when telling her that he had sex with her sister. Where's her jealousy? Where's her possessiveness? If she told him that she had sex with someone, one of his brothers or his father, he'd be livid. He'd be out of his mind with rage. He didn't understand why she didn't have the same angry reaction to him confessing that he had sex with her mother and sister that he would have to her confessing that she had sex with her one of his brothers or his father. Only, no joke there. Her having sex with anyone, especially one of his brothers or his father would never happen. She'd not like that. She's not a slut or a whore. She's a good woman. "What can I say?" She laughed. "Cock sucking runs in my family. Seemingly, we all love sucking cock. Only, I'd more believe that you had sex with my sister if you told me that Genevieve fucked you. She loves getting laid way better than giving a man a blowjob. Without doubt, she'd much rather have a hard cock in her pussy than in her mouth," she said with a dirty laugh. Prodding her for more of a reaction to him having sex with not only her mother but also with her sister, as he did with her mother, he filled in even more of the sexual details with her sister while hoping to get more of a reaction from her. "Let me tell you something about your sister not liking me in the way that your mother never liked me," he said pointing a finger of accusation at her. "Like mother like daughter, in the way that Trudy did, Genevieve liked me well enough to stick her tongue down my throat while making out with me," he said waiting and watching for her reaction to his confession before continuing. "What can I say? Obviously my mother and sister enjoy French kissing as much as I do," said Gwen with a dirty laugh. "Yeah, well, she liked me well enough to allow me to feel her through her clothes while kissing and kissing her," he said feeling himself through his clothes to demonstrate how he felt her sister through her clothes." "We all love to kiss while being felt through our clothes. There's no secret there. All women enjoy kissing and petting," she Gwen. "Like? Your mother and your sister just didn't like me. They loved feeling my hands all over their bodies while my tongue was buried in their mouths," he said. Again he paused while watching for her reaction to his words. As if she didn't believe him and seemingly she didn't, she laughed at him passionately describing and demonstrating the sex he had with her sister by feeling himself through his clothes. "I'm sorry," said Gwen with a snide laugh. "After disliking you for years, I'm just having a difficult time thinking that my sister suddenly liked you well enough to not only make out with you while you felt her through her clothes but also to blow you." Intent on making his April Fools' joke work by saying things that he knew would eventually push one of her buttons enough to give him the angry reaction he wanted, he persevered in adding more sexual details to his confession. "Your sister liked me well enough to allow me to strip her naked while she stripped me naked too. With all three of you, your mother, your sister, and you having big tits and big nipples, she liked me well enough to allow me to not only fondle her big tits but also to finger and suck her big nipples," he said. Again when she didn't respond to all that he said about her sister, he continued. "Genevieve liked me well enough to allow me to finger her pussy, rub her clit, and stick my fingers inside of her, while French kissing her," he said. Again as if he was the reincarnation of Don Juan, he smiled his arrogance at his wife. Only, on the inside, he was so hurt that his mother never liked him and his sister-in-law disliked him even more. Why? What did he do for them not to like him? He's been nothing but good to them. He couldn't believe her mother and her sister disliked him. Yet, more than their dislike for him, why wasn't his wife angry that not only did he confess that he had sex with her mother but also that he had sex with her sister too? Baffled by her lack of reaction and by her mother and sister not liking him, obviously he didn't understand any of these three women. He showed her more of a reaction to her mother never liking him and to her sister disliking him even more than she did to his sexual confessions of having sex with her mother and sister. "Again, just as my mother and my sister obviously enjoy sucking cock in the way that I do, my mother and sister share my love of kissing too. We're all big kissers," said Gwen pausing to study him. "Yeah, well, kissing is one thing but making out with a woman while feeling her through her clothes is another thing," said Roger with arrogance. "If you're not lying about having sex with them, and why would you lie about something like that, then maybe my mother and my sister liked you more than they led me to believe," she said with a sad, albeit dirty laugh. "A huge understatement, they liked me plenty," said Roger. "With it all making sense to me now, I can't blame them for making me believe that they never liked you so that I wouldn't suspect them having sex with you." She returned his smile of arrogant contempt with her smile of warm and compassionate understanding. How dare she act hurt that her mother and sister obviously likes him more than they led her to believe and enough for them to give him sex, when her mother and sister don't like him at all? If anyone should feel hurt, it's him. He persevered in his confession of having sex with her sister. "It's hard for me to believe that your sister dislikes me even more than you say your mother does when she liked me just find when I was fingering and licking her pussy before fucking her pussy," he said with a conceited smile. She shrugged her lack of interest to his confession that not only had him admit to having had sex with her mother but also had him admit to having had sex with her sister too. Needing her to have more of an angry reaction to his confessions, he wanted to shock her by confessing even more. In the way that she hurt him by telling him that her mother never liked him and that her sister disliked him even more, now he wanted to hurt Gwen in the way she hurt him. Willing to do anything to finally get her with his April Fools' Day joke when she's always been the one to get him with one of her practical jokes, he was ready to tell her every sexual detail of his intimate time with Genevieve. Now with him trying to hurt her in the way that she hurt him, all of this nonsense could have been avoided had she told him that her mother never liked him and that her sister disliked him even more years ago. Something she should have told him and warned him about when she first knew her mother's and sister's dislike for her husband, had he known his mother and sister-in-law didn't like him, he never would have played this April Fools' joke on his wife. With her already knowing that her mother and sister didn't like him, obviously she'd never believe either one would have sex with him. Had he known they didn't like, he would have come up with something else, something better for him to get the reaction that he so wanted and needed her to have. He would have made something up about her car being recalled or something happening with his job that he was being transferred and they needed to move to Canada, Mexico, or Ecuador, somewhere she'd never want to go. Now for her to believe his April Fools' Day joke, he'd have come up with something different other than having sex with Trudy and Genevieve. Only, now that he's started down this road of deception and deceit with his sexual confessions, he was intent on seeing it through, finishing it, and playing out the rest of his joke for all that it was worth. He'd love nothing more than for her to not only believe him but also to angrily react to him before telling her that the whole thing was just his April Fools' joke. "Roger, don't worry about having sex with my mother and my sister. I forgive you. Really I do," she said. "It's okay. I'm just glad you told me the truth. If you really did had sex with the both of them, I don't blame you one bit. I'm just glad that you're finally connecting with my mother and sister, even sexually, when they so disliked you for so long." 'What? Huh? Is she serious? She forgives me for having sex with her mother and with her sister? She doesn't blame me one bit for having sex with her mother and sister?' He looked at her as if she was nuts. She forgives me? She's glad that he's finally connecting with her mother and sister, even if it's sexually? She's got to be kidding. "You forgive me? It's okay that I had sex with your mother and sister? Really? Seriously? Are you kidding me? Why aren't you livid that I had sex with your mother and sister?" She took another sip of her coffee before giving him a loving smile and a shrug of disinterest in all that he had confessed. "With both of them very beautiful and sexy women, I understand why you'd want to have sex with the both of them. In the way that you're sexually attracted to me, and with the three of us looking so very much alike, I understand how you'd be sexually attracted to my mother and to my sister too. When so many sons and brothers-in-law don't get along with their mothers-in-law and sisters-in-law, as I said before, I'm glad you've been able to bond, albeit sexually, with my mother and my sister," she said giving him a dirty laugh with an understanding smile. "Really I am." With her acting too sexually enlightened and way too forgiving, wary of her, he gave her an odd look to her being so very amenable about him not only sleeping with her mother but also with him sleeping with her sister too. How could she possibly be this understanding and this forgiving after he confessed to not only having sex with her mother but also to having sex with her sister too? What's wrong with this picture? Another wife would shoot him. Another wife would bar him from her bed and kick him out of the house. Another wife would hire a lawyer and divorce his ass. Another wife would go ape shit crazy on him before going ape shit crazy on her mother and sister too. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 07 If he wasn't hurt enough to now know that his mother never liked him and his sister-in-law disliked him even more, he was hurt that Gwen never told him that her mother and sister didn't like him. He thought his wife would have had his back more than she would have her mother and sister's backs by keeping their secrets dislike for him. He was even hurt that she'd be okay with him having sex with her mother and sister. He didn't understand any of that. If she was to ever have sex with one of his brothers and/or his best friend, he'd be beyond being so nice and so understanding. He'd be raging mad. Something he thought would send her reeling in rage, he was hurt by his wife's lack of reaction to his sexual confessions of having sex with her mother and sister. Why wasn't she mad? Most men wouldn't care that their mothers and/or sisters-in-law didn't like them. Most men wouldn't be hurt by their wives lack of reaction to them having sex with their mother-in-law and sister-in-law but he truly loved Gwen. Most men would be happy that their wives were so complacent and understanding about them having sex with their mothers-in-law and sisters-in-law. Only Roger didn't want to bed Gwen's mother and/or her sister. Roger was happy only having sex with his wife and having his wife in his life and for the rest of his life. All he wanted to do was to play an April Fools' joke on his wife. That's it and that's all. All he wanted to do was to get even with her for all of the practical jokes she's played on him. All he wanted to do was to receive an honest reaction of surprised, angry shock so that he could yell, 'April Fools!' Just once, he'd love to get her in the way that she always gets him when playing one of her elaborate practical jokes on him. Seemingly, just as all of the practical jokes that backfired on him, this was backfiring on him too. Seemingly, just as all of the practical jokes that she turned to use against him, she was turning to use this against him too. How could she not care that he had sex not only with her mother but also with her sister? How can she be so calm about his sexual confession? How can she not be angry with him? If she's not angry yet, what's it going to take to get her going? Maybe she doesn't care that he had sex with her mother and sister because she doesn't love him anymore. Yeah, maybe that's it. Maybe she's fallen out of love with him. Maybe she doesn't care because in the way that he's grown to love her even more, she's grown to love him even less. Needing her to react angrily to his April Fools' joke and sexual confessions that he had sex with her mother and with her sister, he had one more card to play. Going all in and going for broke, if this third sexual confession didn't make her angry, then nothing will. Ready to tell her every explicit, sexual detail, he was ready to tell her his third sexual confession. "I'm not done yet," he said hoping this last confession would get the reaction from her that he wanted. "I have one more confession to make." * * * * * With her focused attention now matching her look of curiosity, she stopped eating to take another sip of coffee before looking at him with her undivided attention. "Not done yet?" She laughed. "After confessing that you slept with my mother and now my sister, I can't even imagine what more you have the need to confess," she said looking up at him to give him a little laugh. "Really Roger, how can you possibly have anything else to confess? I only have the one sister," she said laughing. He was sure that with him stepping out of the family circle by telling her that he had sex with her best friend that would be enough for her to give him the angry reaction that he was hoping to receive. "Trust me," he said. "This may be the worst confession of betrayal yet." He waited for her to take a bite of her English muffin and swallow and for her to take another sip of her coffee before continuing with his confession. "Okay. I'm ready for your next confession," she said wiping her mouth with her napkin while rolling her eyes and letting out a big sigh. "The coffee is really good too Honey," she said interrupting him to pour herself another cup. "And I just love this Cherry jelly. You're going to spoil me having you home to make me breakfast and coffee every morning." She wiped the cherry jelly from her lips with her napkin. "Sorry. Go ahead. I'm listening," she said taking another big gulp of her coffee. Now ready to tell her his next confession, he looked at her hoping she'd give him more of a reaction being that he stepped out of the family circle to have sex with someone who wasn't a blood relative. "I slept with Heather," he said. "I slept with your best friend." * * * * * Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Chapter Ten -- I had sex with Heather. I had sex with your best friend In addition to confessing that he had sex with her mother and her sister, Roger confesses that he slept with his wife's best friend. "I slept with Heather. I slept with your best friend," said Roger confessing that he slept with his wife's best friend. "We had sex," now desperate to get an angry reaction out of her to his April Fools' joke. A totally unexpected reaction to his sexual confession, instead of being angry, she coughed and spit out her coffee all over the table and all over her white bathrobe while laughing. Never expecting this kind of comedic reaction to him confessing to his wife that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and especially now her best friend, his April Fools' joke just wasn't working at all. No matter what he confessed, whether having sex with her mother, her sister, and/or with her best friend, seemingly she wasn't believing any of it for her not to have the angry reaction that he hoped she'd have. Instead of being angry, she was laughing. "Heather? You had sex with Heather? First you confess that you had sex with my mother, then you confess that you had sex with my sister, and now you confess that you had sex with my best friend? Boy you sure do get around," she said wiping her mouth with a napkin and dabbing at her robe with another napkin wet with water. "I'm glad I don't have any other sisters and only have the one best friend. I'm glad my cousins don't live nearby," she said laughing. She looked at him with as much skepticism as she looked at him with disbelief and he looked at her with shocked surprise. "I'm sorry Gwen and I promise that I'll never have sex with Heather again," he said with feigned sincerity when he never had sex with Heather in the first place. "Only just as I didn't understand why you weren't angry when I confessed that I had sex with your mother and with your sister, I don't understand why you're not angry now after confessing that I had sex with your best friend." Waiting for her to give him more of a reaction, an angry reaction, or at least a better explanation as to why she wasn't mad, he couldn't wait to tell her that this is all an April Fools' joke. He couldn't wait to laugh with her while talking about him really not having sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend but playing an April Fools' joke on her instead. Then, again, something so sadly disturbing, he was not looking forward to having the conversation as to why her mother and her sister so disliked him. He was excited to see her look of shocked surprise when telling her that he had sex with her best friend too. Nonetheless her spitting up her coffee while laughing, she gave him more of a look of surprise that he had sex with Heather than she gave him after confessing that he had sex with her mother and sister. In the way that she didn't react to his first two sexual confessions of infidelity with anger, by laughing and spitting out her coffee all over her bathrobe, she gave him more of a reaction to his third sexual confession of infidelity. Only, she still wasn't angry in the way that he thought and expected her to be. "With the three of us looking so much alike, I can certainly understand you being sexually attracted to my mother, just as I can certainly understand you being sexually attracted to my sister. Yet, after you having had sex with my mother and with my sister, you have me scratching my head why you'd want to have sex with Heather too. Admittedly, she's a beautiful and sexy woman too, but this last sexual confession is really hard for me to believe because Heather hates you more than my mother and sister hate you." 'What? Heather hates me?' With her going from dislike to hate, all three of the women who are most important to his wife hate him? All three women who are with him almost daily in his life hate him? 'They hate him? They all hate him? Why do they all hate him? What did he ever do to any of them for all of them to hate him? This is just insane.' With her giving him no reaction to his three, sexual confessions, he gave her more of a reaction to her telling him that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hate him. He was stunned that she used the word hate in reference to her mother, her sister, and now her best friend's feelings or lack of feelings towards him. Doesn't anyone like him? What did he do for her mother, her sister, and now her best friend to not only dislike him but also to hate him? He's always been so graciously polite and solicitously kind to the three women who mean so much to his wife and who are so integral in her life. Admittedly, even though he's sexually fantasized over one or the other of them and now all of them every night for the past fifteen years, as far as he knows, he's never leered at any of them. As much as he can recall, even going way back, he's never said anything insulting or sexually inappropriate to any of them. As much as he remembers, he's always treated all of them with the upmost respect. "Yeah, well, they're probably all acting as if they hated me so that you wouldn't know how much they really liked me and for you not to suspect that I was having sex with all of them," said Roger. "Trust me. In the way that your mother and your sister were hot for me, Heather was hot for me too. In the way that your mother and your sister couldn't get enough of my stiff prick, Heather couldn't get enough of my hard cock either. Especially after I gave her three orgasm, one with my fingers, a second one with my mouth, and the third one with my cock, she begged me for more," he said lying. Instead of screaming her angry reaction at him for his three sexually salacious confessions, as if he was making small talk about the weather, the economy, or his job, Gwen calmly smiled her disinterested reaction. "I'm happy for you, Roger," she said. "I am. Really I am. I'm glad you get along so well with my mother, sister, and best friend, even if it is sexually." 'Happy for me? She's happy for me? Why is she happy for me? Why is she happy that I had sex with her mother? Why is she happy that I had sex with her sister? Why is she happy that I had sex with her best friend? Why is she happy for me instead of being angry at me for confessing to having sex with the three women that she so loves? I don't get it. I don't understand.' In the way that he confessed that he betrayed her by having sex with the three of them, they also betrayed her by having sex with him. What woman wouldn't be out of her mind with rage that not only her husband had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend but also that her mother, sister, and best friend had sex with her husband? Determined to get the angry reaction that he so wanted to receive from his wife, he continued in sharing the explicit, sexual details of having sex with Heather in the way that he confessed the explicit, sexual details of having sex with her mother and sister. "Better than the sex I received from your mother, better than the sex I received from your sister, and nearly better than the sex that I receive from you, Heather gave me the best sex I ever had. In the way that there's an Olympics for ice skating and diving, there should be an Olympics for sex," he said with a dirty laugh. She laughed too. In the way she was acting and taking his confessions of infidelity in stride, she was acting in the way that he perceived a subservient Japanese woman would act when her husband confesses to his sexual escapades with her mother, sister, and best friend. "Olympics for sex? That depends," she said laughing. "Which Olympic, sexual games do you imagine, winter sexual games or summer sexual games? With the judges having to get up close and too personal, I imagined scoring a sexual contest would be a bitch," she said laughing again. He laughed with her before continuing with his train of thought. "When taking you out of the mix, Heather would win the gold medal, Genevieve would win the silver medal, and your mother would win the bronze medal. On a scale of one to ten, if there was an Olympics for sex, you'd be a solid ten point zero in the sack, Heather would be a nine point eight, Genevieve a nine point five, and your mother a nine point zero." Gwen put her fork down and leaned forward in her chair to take his hand in her hand. "Wow. That's just amazing. I can't believe you scored each one. I can't believe you scored me as a perfect ten point zero," she said laughing. "Seemingly you have it all figured out and I'm happy for you," she said smiling. Still no angry reaction from her, what must he do to make her mad? What more must he say to make her go ape shit crazy so that he can unload his April Fools' Day joke on her? "It's just sex," he said giving her a shrug and showing her that he having sex with her mother, sister, and best friend was no big deal. They remained silent while they ate their breakfast and drank their coffee. Then, Gwen looked at her husband before speaking. "Actually, Roger, to be totally honest with you, I'm glad you told me that you slept with my mother, my sister, and my best friend," she said falling silently in thought before speaking again. "With me now knowing that you were sexually intimate with all three of them, you have no idea the weight you've removed from my shoulders," she said drooping her shoulders while exhaling a big breath. "Your confession is such a big relief to me because I also have a confession to make to you too," said Gwen reaching out her arms to give him a hug. When he let go of her to look at her, he looked at her as if she had two heads. "A confession?" He looked at her with confusion before letting out a nervous, little laugh. "What confession could you possibly have to make?" As if she had been keeping secrets and obviously she has, she gave him a seductively sexy smile. "Actually, I have lots to confess," she said submissively. "Lots to confess?" He laughed. "There's never been any secrets between us." "Actually there are things that I've kept from you. I've kept secrets that I've been wanting to tell you for so long but I couldn't. I tried telling you over the years, but in the jealous and possessive way you are over me, I knew you'd never understand in the way that you'd understand now after you made your own confessions too," she said. "I see," he said. "What changed that you can tell me your secrets now when you couldn't tell me before?" "Well, now with you opening the door of infidelity in having sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend, I feel that I can finally confess all of my sexual sins to you too. I finally feel that you'll more be able to understand my motives for doing all that I've done in a way that you never could have understood before." Nervous now, he was worried what she could possibly have to confess that was sexual. * * * * * 'A confession? Oh, oh. She has lots to confess? What could she possibly have to confess? She wants to confess all of her sins? What sins could she possibly have to confess?' No doubt what she may think are sexual secrets are probably not sexual at all. In the way she looked at him, giving her the benefit of the doubt that her non-sexual transgressions were something very minor but were serious enough to her to confess, he looked at her with as much curiosity as she looked at him with compassion and understanding. Yet, nonetheless his trust that Gwen would never do anything wrong to jeopardize their marriage, ruin their great friendship, and torpedo their wonderful relationship, he was nervous now. He was as nervous to hear her confessions as he was nervous to tell her his confessions. Never even hinting at making a confession before, he was baffled what she'd have to confess now. "A confession? Lots to confess? What confessions could you possibly have to make?" He laughed nervously. "Other than to go food shopping, walk the dog, and get the mail, you never leave the house," he said. "I didn't have to leave the house to do all the sexual things that I've done," she said mumbling in her coffee too softly for him to hear. "When you're not working from home, you're reading a book, watching a movie, sleeping, or eating. As if you're a nun in a convent, other than your mother, your sister, and/or your best friend visiting you and with you spending the rest of your time with me, you live a very solitary, boring life. What sins can you possibly have to confess?" Suddenly, thinking the worst of what her confessions and sins could be, he imagined her having a secret, sexual life filled with lesbian sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. He imagined his wife making out with Heather while feeling each other through their clothes. He imagined Heather laying in between his wife's legs and licking her pussy. He imagined Gwen returning Heather's sexual favor to finger and lick her pussy. He imagined Gwen wearing a strap on dildo ready to fuck Heather in her ass and/or pussy. He imagined his wife having a lesbian orgy with her mother, sister, and best friend. Nah, Gwen's not a lesbian. She loves cock too much. Yet, for someone who was a virgin when he married her, after pouring over Cosmopolitan magazines each month for fifteen years, she's made a complete 180 degree pornographic transformation in how she views sex. Perhaps after reading something about being a lesbian and living the lesbian lifestyle in Cosmopolitan magazine, bisexuality was one of her latest, sexual peccadilloes to explore. Perhaps, if not having lesbian sex with her mother and sister, seemingly with those two women very close, too close, maybe she's having lesbian sex with her best friend, Heather. Still he could never see her poised between another woman's legs while rubbing her clit and fingering and licking her pussy. He could never see her taking a strap on dildo up her pussy or ass or humping her strap on dildo up another woman's pussy or ass. As far as he knows, she doesn't even own a dildo, just a vibrator that she rarely uses thanks to him. With him always ready to give her hot sex, unless she's horny while sleeping, he takes care of all of her sexual needs. With her being so very sexy, sensual, and sexual, she's never said no to sucking and/or fucking his cock night or day and he's never said no to her either. If he didn't know better, if she wasn't so faithfully devoted to him, he'd think that she was a nymphomaniac. Only, if she is a nymphomaniac, she's his nymphomaniac thank God and no one else's nymphomaniac. With Gwen his faithful, loyal, and loving wife by his side, life couldn't be any better than this. The only life better than he enjoyed now would be if her mother, sister, and best friend liked him instead of hated him. The only life better than he had now with Gwen that would be better is if her mother, sister, and best friend willingly allowed him to have sex with them while Gwen watched. The only life better than this is if Gwen could have had children. The only life better than this is if he could play an April Fools' Day joke on his wife without her seeing through his joke and through him to turn the joke around on him. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 07 As if drawing courage for her to confess her sins, she squeezed his hand while looking deep in his brown eyes. Mesmerizing him with her blue-eyed stare in the way of two laser beams penetrating his heart, she was so very beautiful. He loved her so very much. She was just so damn beautiful. With the sunlight pouring in through the kitchen window as if it was her personal stairway to Heaven, the early morning sun lit her up in a silhouette of sunshine as if she was an Angel personally sent to him by the Almighty God above. With her basking in a Heavenly glow of sunshine, he was so happy that she was his woman, his wife, his best friend, and the love of his life. In the way that he'd never sexually forsake her for any woman, not her mother, nor her sister, and certainly not her best friend, he was glad that she'd never sexually forsake him for any man either. Laughing to himself at the mere thought of her confessing her sexual sins, he could only imagine the confessions she had to make. Perhaps thinking of shoes sexually, as a fetish perhaps, maybe she bought one too many pair shoes online and was afraid to tell him. Perhaps she dented and/or scratched the car while touching herself and texting him sexy e-mails as she drove and feared he'd be angry. Now there's a sexy, sexual secret that she'd be masturbating while texting him and driving. Perhaps she broke something of his and was afraid that he'd be mad, something long, and in the shape of a cylinder that she used for masturbation. That could be deemed a sexual secret. Only, other than his prized Coke bottle collection, he couldn't think of anything he had that she'd use to masturbate herself with and that would break. Definitely she could masturbate herself by using one of his cock bottles. That would give new meaning to the word refreshing, that's for sure. Perhaps she accidentally shrunk his football jersey. Perhaps she got bleach on his favorite sweatshirt. Only, those wouldn't be much of a sexual secret unless she was wearing them at the time while masturbating herself. Yet, no matter what it was and no matter how bad she thought her sins were and how upset she was over her confession, he'd forgive her, of course. Not wasting any time, she came right to the point and confessed her sexual secret to him while he choked on his coffee. "I slept with your brother," she said. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 08 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Eleven -- I had sex with your brother Gwen confesses that she had sex with Roger's brother. "I slept with your brother," she said not wasting any time and coming right to the point. An altogether different reaction that he had than she had, when he confessed that he slept with her mother, sister, and best friend, her words felt as if she hit him with a baseball bat to the face. Her confession shocked him as if he had just stuck his finger in an electrical socket. With him nearly short circuited and his brain beginning to smoke with rage, he sat there in stunned silence staring at her. She watched his reaction to her sexual confession in the way that he watched and waited for her reactions that never came to his sexual confessions. Obviously, just as she was playing an April Fools' joke on him when she said that her mother, sister, and best friend hate him, she was playing a joke on him by saying that she slept with his brother. Ha! Ha! Very funny. In the way she always got him before, she almost got him again. Obviously the only reason why she said she slept with his brother is because he said that he slept with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Playing along with her, he figured that this was her April Fools' joke played on him after his failed attempt in trying to play an April Fools' joke on her. Still, even if her sleeping with his brother wasn't true, her confession that she had sex with his brother was more than disturbing. The image of her rolling around naked in bed with one of his brothers was enough to give him spasms of lunacy. He never could imagine her naked and having sex with any man, especially with one of his brothers. There was just no way she'd sleep with any man, never mind with one of his own brothers. In the way that she was a virgin when he married her and in the way she's so morally good and so virtuously pure now, he's the only man that she's ever been with sexually. She's not a slut. She's not a whore. She's never chased after men in the way that other woman have chased after men. With all of his friends marriages ruined and even his brothers working on their second wives, they have the best marriage. Loyal and faithful only to him, she's his loving wife and he's her devoted husband. It hurt his head and pained his heart to imagine her having sex with anyone but with him. * * * * * William Faulkner wrote his novel, As I Lay Dying, derived from Homer's The Odyssey, while envisioning a woman, his wife, watching him die. "As I lay dying the woman with the dog's eyes would not close my eyes as I descended into Hades." Gwen stared at him in the same way that he imagined the woman in Faulkner's novel stared at her husband. Indeed, if he was dying right now, not the thought he'd want to have, his last thought would be his beautiful wife having sex with one of his brothers. As if he lay dying and was taking his last breath in a hospital bed, she continued to maintain constant eye contact with him while holding his hand. In the way that he had watched for her reactions to his sexual confessions of bedding her mother, sister, and best friend, and for the angry reactions that never came, she watched for his reaction to her confession. Was she telling him that she slept with his brother as her April Fools' joke to get back at him because he confessed that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend? Obviously, especially with her mother, sister, and best friend hating him, she must have known that he was playing an April Fools' joke, or at least trying to play an April Fools' joke on her by telling her that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend. If she didn't sleep with his brother and if she didn't believe that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend, he felt so stupid that she turned his joke around on him and got the better of him yet again. Never could he ever get the better of her. Always she got the better of him. Always his practical jokes backfired on him. It was bad enough that she played an April Fools' joke on him by having little and/or no reaction to him confessing to having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. It was bad enough that she played an April Fools' joke on him by telling him that her mother, sister, and best friend hate him but to tell him that she slept with one of his brothers too just wasn't right. In the way that he went too far by telling her that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend, she went too far by telling him that she had sex with one of his brothers. She'd never have sex with one of his brothers. There's just no way she'd ever have sex with any man but with him, never mind having sex with one of his brothers. Besides with her home all the time working, how could she have the time to have sex with any one of his brothers? And where would they have sex, in their bed? In the way his joke fell apart so soon, her joke was falling apart already too. He didn't believe that she had sex with any of his brothers for one second. With her his virtuous, faithful, loving wife, who always played a practical joke on him that he'd routinely fall for, she finally screwed up in telling him a joke that he'd never believe. He'd more believe her if she told him that she had sex with someone she knew from high school and that she bumped into at the supermarket than telling him that she had sex with one of his brothers. In the way that he'd never betray her by having sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, none of his brothers would ever betray him by having sex with his wife. Still upset with her telling him that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hated him, these April Fools' jokes were getting out of hand. There was suddenly too much meanness to them. He wished he had never started this by telling her that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. With these April Fools' Day jokes taking on a life of their own, he didn't know what to believe. Based upon her calm and understanding reactions to his sexual confessions, with her surely not believing that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, he had a difficult time believing that she had sex with any one of his brothers. Nevertheless, in the way that his brothers always stared at her, drinking her in and undressing her with their eyes as if she's an ice cold beer on a hot day, he wouldn't put it past one of his brothers trying to have sex with her. Just as she's already admitted to understanding him wanting to have sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend, he'd definitely understand his brother wanting to have sex with her. Look at her. So sexy, a natural blonde beauty, she's gorgeous. Only, even though he'd understand any and all of his brothers wanting to bed her, they had better not. She's his and his alone. What God has joined together let no man put asunder, not even one of his brothers, especially one of his brothers. Maybe one of his brothers forced himself on her and tried to have sex with her. When she really didn't consensual have sex with one of his brothers, maybe that's what she means by having sex with one of his brothers. With men always trying to get lucky with a beautiful woman, as long as he wasn't successful in his attempt to bed Gwen, he wouldn't blame any and all of his brothers for trying to have sex with Gwen. Only, she'd never have sex with any man but with him. With men always bragging about, exaggerating, and making up their sexual exploits, yet it's one thing for him to lie about having sex with the three women in her life and it's another thing for her to tell him that she had sex with his brother. Now he didn't know what to believe. In the way that she didn't believe him, somehow, with him so gullible, he believed her. He didn't want to believe she had sex with his brother but with all things possible who knows? Other than a warm smile and compassionate understanding, it was bad enough that she gave him no reaction to his sexual confessions of sleeping with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Now with her playing a joke on him by telling him that she had sex with one of his brothers that crossed the line of sexual appropriateness. Not amused in the least, it wasn't even remotely funny to tell him that she slept with one of his brothers. Just as she was obviously playing a joke on him by telling him that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hated him, she was no doubt playing a joke on him that she slept with one of his brothers. Yet, why would she even say that? That's not even funny. With her knowing how jealously possessive he is, her telling him that she had sex with one of his brothers was just being mean and nasty. Even if she didn't have sex with one of his brothers, she's already implanted the image of her having sex with one of his brothers in his mind. Yeah, sure, he told her that he slept with her mother, her sister, and her best friend but based on her lackluster reaction to his confessions, he knew she didn't believe him. Besides, with her already knowing that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hating him, she already had the inside scoop that her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend would never have sex with him. Now with her confessing her sexual sin of sleeping with one of his brothers, he didn't know if he should believe that she had sex with one of his brothers or not. Even with him married to her for fifteen years and knowing her for twenty years, with her maintaining a straight face, he couldn't tell if she was lying or not. No longer able to read her but giving her the benefit of the doubt that she didn't have sex with one of his brothers, he couldn't tell if she was joking in playing an April Fools' joke on him or if she was serious in her confession. * * * * * "My brother? You slept with my brother? No way. Ha, ha, very funny. I don't believe you. You wouldn't sleep with my brother. You wouldn't do that to me. Besides, my brother wouldn't sleep with you. He wouldn't do that to me," he said. She made a face, sighed, and rolled her eyes. "I did sleep with your brother, Roger, and your brother slept with me," she said with a shrug. Getting angry over her joke, he looked at her as if he could strangle her. "You're just saying that because I confessed that I slept with your mother, your sister, and your best friend. Right? In the way that you said that your mother, sister, and best friend all hate me, this is just your way of getting back at me. Right? Ha, ha, very funny but sorry, I don't believe you. There's just no way that you'd sleep with one of my brothers and there's just no way that one of my brothers would ever sleep with you," he said with a self-righteous, confident smile. Not believing her for a second, yet unable to remove the image from his mind of her having sex with his brother, he looked at her while waiting for her to tell him that she was just kidding. He imagined her naked with one of his brothers. He imagined one of his brothers naked with her. He imagined one of his brothers kissing her while touching and feeling her everywhere he's only been allowed to touch and feel her. He looked at her while waiting for her to tell him that her mother, sister, and best friend hating him and her sleeping with one of his brothers was nothing more than her April Fools' joke she played on him. He looked at her while waiting to tell her that he having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend was his April Fools' joke played on her. With her always getting the better of him when playing practical jokes, just once he wanted to play a joke on her that got the better of her. Only, this time, just like all of the other times that he tried playing a practical joke on her, with her doing it yet again, the joke was on him. "Trust me. I did. I did sleep with your brother. I slept with your brother. I had sex with your brother," she said again. "We had sex. He did me and I did him. It was a beautiful thing," she said. 'A beautiful thing? Is that what she just said?' With her using the exact same word phrase that he used when he described what it was like to have sex with her mother, without a doubt, he now knew that she was pulling his leg. With her able to maintain a straight face that made her sometimes difficult to read, as in the way she was difficult to read now, he knew she was kidding. At least, he hoped she was kidding about having sex with his brother. He hoped she was joking. For sure, absolutely without a doubt, he knew she was joking. She had to be joking. She'd never have sex with one of his brothers and none of his brothers would ever have sex with her. He didn't believe his wife, the love of his life, had sex with one of his brothers but unable to remove the image of her having sex with one of his brothers, he didn't know what to believe. He trusted his wife not to have sex with anyone, especially with one of his brothers. She had to be joking. Just as none of his brothers would ever have sex with her, she'd never have sex with any of his brothers. In the way she'd never have sex with any man, there was absolutely no way that she'd ever have sex with any of his brothers. In the way that he made a joke of his sexual fantasies that he had of her mother, her sister, and her best friend, obviously, she was making a joke of the sexual fantasy that she had of his brother. Ha! Ha! Very funny. Yet, even a sexual fantasy that she may have had of one of his brothers was disturbing enough to anger him. If she was going to have any sexual fantasies, she had better have sexual fantasies of him and no one else. Different for a man to have sexual fantasies of a woman than it is for a woman to have sexual fantasies of a man, he didn't want his wife to be sexually fantasizing over any man, other than him, especially one of his brothers. Nonetheless with her making up stories or not, the image of her kissing his brother while his brother's hands were all over her beautiful, naked body took hold of him as if he had been electrocuted. Sickening him while making him dizzy with rage, he couldn't help but imagine his brother touching her and feeling her in all the places where she only allowed him to touch and feel her. Making him feel special as if he was the chosen one, he always liked thinking that he was the only man she's ever been with sexually. Now, with that thought tarnished, even if it was only a joke, she put the image in his head of her with another man, with one of his brothers of all people, and that image can never be removed. A dangerous game he played by confessing he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, now with his April Fools' joke backfiring on him, he didn't like it one bit when she told him she slept with his brother. Now the imagined image of her naked while in his brother's arms ran through his head in the way of a runaway freight train leaving the tracks and plunging down a mountain before exploding in a million pieces. With her turning his own joke around on him, as always she does, he gave her the angry reaction that he had hoped to receive from her. Not fair and not right, he could never get her in the way that she could always get him. Suddenly, he imagined one of his brothers kissing her, French kissing her while feeling her through her clothes and before imagining them together naked. The imagined image of his brother feeling and fondling her big tits while fingering and sucking her huge nipples, made him crazy with jealousy and possessiveness. The imagined image of her soft hand wrapped around one of his brother's hard cocks while he felt her firm breasts and fingered her erect nipples was a difficult image to imagine and even a harder one to remove. The imagined image of her stroking one of his brother's cocks before lowering her head to suck one of his brother's cocks took hold of his imagination and took hold of his mind as if it was happening now before his eyes. The imagined image of her making love to one of his brother's pricks before fucking one of his brother's pricks made him as angry as it made him sad. With her knowing what his reaction would be to her telling him that she had sex with one of his brothers, a dangerous game she was now playing, how dare she tell him that she had sex with one of his brothers? This had better be a joke. She had better be kidding him. Because if she really did have sex with one of his brothers, he'd kill them both. She's his wife and he's his brother, if it's true that they had sex, how can they do that to him? Why would they do that to him? With her arms draped around one of his brother's necks and her long, shapely legs wrapped around one of his brother's backs, the imagined image of her making love to one of his brothers before fucking one of his brothers filled him with anger and rage. He'd really be pissed if she allowed one of his brothers to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. Just as he couldn't imagine one of his brother's cocks in her mouth, he couldn't imagine another man's cock in her pussy. 'How dare she? How could she?' Even if this was a joke and he knew it was, it had to be, how could she say that she had sex with one of his brothers to him? How dare she even have those thoughts of having sex with one of his brothers? Pushing his buttons in the way that he had tried to push her buttons and miserably failed, his joke hit the ground and burst in flames when her joke was still flying high while gathering momentum. With her pushing all of his buttons in the way of pushing all of the buttons of an elevator going to the top floor, he lingered at each thought of her having sex with one of his brothers before moving to the next sexual image. With her knowing how possessively jealous he is, why would she say that to him? What's wrong with her for playing this sort of April Fools' joke on him, especially when she knows that he's gullible enough to believe whatever she said. This wasn't funny. It was mean. In the way that she obviously didn't believe that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend, he believed she had sex with his brother. The imagined image of her blowing his brother, his brother cumming in her beautiful mouth, and her swallowing his brother's cum filled him with rage. Unless the man forced himself on her, he couldn't even imagine another man's prick in her hand never mind in her mouth. Only, in a moment of reprieve from his lunacy for him to prove to himself that this was all just a joke, he regained his sanity long enough to ask his question of validation. He knew once he asked her which one of his brothers she slept with her story would collapse and her joke would turn to shit. He knew that once he asked her his question of validation that she'd confess that she was just playing an April Fools' joke on him by telling him that she had sex with one of his brothers. It serves her right that he finally didn't believe her and that she couldn't get him with this stupid joke. If this was her idea of a joke, her April Fools' joke wasn't funny at all. His joke was funnier than her joke only, with her mother never liking him, her sister disliking him even more, and her best friend hating him, she never believed that any of them would have sex with him. With her mother, sister, and best friend hating him, his joke was ridiculously stupid. He was pathetic. He was the joke. The joke was on him. He could never fool his wife. She was always too smart for him. In the way she could always see through his stupid jokes, he couldn't never see through her elaborate schemes. * * * * * 'Ha! Ha! April Fools' to me,' he thought to himself. 'With me never knowing that the three women in her life hate him, now he can't tell if she slept with his brother or not.' Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 08 He looked at her while still trying to read her and while still trying to see if she was telling him the truth of playing him. "Tell me as proof for me to believe that you had sex with one of my brothers," he said staring at her eyes while waiting for her to expose her story as a lie and as a joke by her revealing an involuntary and telling facial expression. "Which one of my brothers seduced you? Which one of my brothers had their wicked, sexual way with you? Which one of my brothers did you suck and fuck?" As soon as he uttered suck and fuck in reference to one of his brothers he was sickened. Trying his best to suppress his anger, wishing he could but unable to laugh at her joke, he felt the rage within him coming to a full boil. He could feel his face turning red. He could feel that vein in his forehead threatening to explode. With his heart pounding and his pulse racing, he could feel himself sweating. Trying to control his temper, he had to continually tell himself that what she confessed was all a joke. Her mother, sister, and best friend didn't hate him and she did not have sex with one of his brothers. 'Ha! Ha! It was just an April Fools' joke. Ha! Ha! Very funny. You got me again,' he imagined saying to his wife. Already getting angry, very angry, too angry, he looked at her with his full fury of rage that showed on his face and that she had now unleashed with her stupid April Fools' joke. Unable help himself, he gave her the reaction that she failed to give him when he told her that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Only, as soon as he asked her the question, assuring himself that she was telling him a lie and playing a joke on him, he relaxed. Instead of expecting an answer from her, he expected her to laugh. 'Ha! Ha! April Fools'! Ha! Ha! I got you.' She got him again. She did it again. Every time he plays a practical joke on her, she plays a better one on him. She sees through him and through his jokes all the time. He wished he wasn't so gullible. He wished she wasn't so believable. Just once, he'd love to turn the tables on her. "Which one?" "Yeah," he said. "Which one?" She looked at him with a face full of confusion. "Which one what?" She looked at him as if she didn't understand his question when, of course, she did. Obviously, she was stalling for time. Obviously continue to play her joke, she couldn't even answer his question. She knew what he meant by asking her the question which one. Obviously, that was the extent of her joke. Obviously, he had stumped her for the joke to end. "Which one of my brothers did you supposedly sleep with and which one of my brothers had sex with you?" She gave him a smart, smug look that he didn't like, never liked seeing on her face. Whenever she looked at him like that, she made him feel stupid. Granted she was smart, smarter than him but, with some things better off left unsaid, he didn't like it when she acted like she was smarter than he was. She didn't like it when she acted superior to him even though he knew she was. They both knew that he wasn't the brightest man but he was a good man and an honest man. He was a man who truly loved his wife. How many men whether smart or dumb could say that they truly loved their wives? "Which one?" Obviously, stalling for time, she was aggravating him now by playing stupid. If one of his brothers had sex with his wife, with Gwen never willingly having sex with any of his brothers, his brother forced himself on her. So crazy with lust for his wife in the way that he imagined any man would be over the prospect of having sex with Gwen, he must have raped her. He wondered which of his brothers would be so crazed to want his wife so much to rape her. Leaving the police out of it, whichever one it was, he needed to get him help. He needed to forgive him, as long as Gwen could forgive him for raping her too. "Yes, which one of my brothers did you have sex with, Steve, Jim, or Dave?" Now with him backing her in a corner, any second now, she'll yell out, 'April Fools'!' Yet, instead of yelling out April Fools, she paused in her answer to sit back in her chair while giving him a sexual stare. Then, she gave him a smug smile in the way that he had given her an arrogant smile when he told her that he not only slept with her mother but also he slept with her sister and best friend. With her still not answering his question, he waited for her to respond. Taunting him and teasing him as if sexually seducing him with her mind games, he watched her push her chair back. Then, something she's never done before, she put her feet on the dining room table as if she was sitting behind her desk relaxing. Watching her playing out her joke, he couldn't believe his eyes with what she did next. Shocking the shit out of him, he never expected her to do this. As if she was a whore in a whorehouse, she lifted her butt up to lift nightgown to her waist. As if she was offering herself to him for sex, she spread her legs to expose her blonde, trimmed pussy to him. Even though he's seen his wife's cunt thousands of times, he couldn't help himself from staring at her pussy. Just as was the rest of her, she had a beautiful pussy. Then, finally, she answered his question. * * * * * "All three of them," she said sexually teasing him by rubbing her clit. She was already glistening wet and he watched her finger disappear inside of her. "Not only did I have sex with Steve but also I had sex with Jim and with Dave too." Even though he now knew she was lying on the pretense of telling him a stupid April Fools' joke, what more upset him than her making up a story of sleeping with all three of his brothers was her acting like a whore. Not liking her to act like the whore that he knew she wasn't, he shoved her feet from the table. "Cover yourself," he said pushing at her bathrobe. He watched her lift her butt up again to pull her nightgown down before closing her robe. If he wasn't so upset about her telling him that she slept with all three of his brothers, he would have moved his hand between her legs to finger her. As horny as he was upset now, had his rage not overruled his libido, what he would have done instead of shoving her feel from the table, with her blonde pussy so exposed, is to lean down to lick her and eat her. Yet, as if she was an evil witch, a no good whore of a bitch, taunting him and teasing him, she continued smiling her wickedness at him. What the Hell is wrong with her? What's gotten into her? She's never acted like this before. With her playing the part of a wicked whore, now he couldn't help but wonder if she did have sex with his three brothers. In the way that she gave him no reaction to his confessions when he confessed that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he gave her plenty of reaction to her confession of sleeping with all of his three brothers. How dare she say that she slept with all three of his three brothers when obviously she didn't? Why would she even joke about that? She knew how angry he'd be and how much her confessing that she had sex with his three brothers would upset him. He didn't believe her, of course, yet now the image of her having sex with his three brothers took up permanent residence in his brain. In the way of a tenant not paying his rent, the sexual image of his wife with his three brothers was an impossible image for him to remove. "Seriously? You had sex with all of three of my brothers? Are you kidding me?" He stared at her while waiting for her to flinch. "You slept with all three of my brothers? I don't believe you." He burned his eyes into her eyes. Then, when she gave him a look with a nod of her pretty head that it was true, having the urge to strangle the life from her, he looked at her as if he didn't know who she was anymore. "I did. In the way that you had sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend, I had sex with your three brothers," she said making a face as if saying they were even. "I sucked and fucked Steve, Jim, and Dave." Even if she was only kidding, with him already going over to the dark side of wanting to murder her, he was pissed. Possessively jealous over her, even if she was just kidding about having sex with his three brothers, and if this was her idea of an April Fools' joke, it wasn't funny. In the way that he thought it was funny to tell her that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend, knowing she'd never believe him, he didn't think it funny for her to tell him that she had sex with his three brothers. "What the Hell is wrong with you? Are you nuts? I could almost understand you being sexually attracted to one of my brothers enough to have sex with him but why would you sleep with all three of my brothers? Why would my brothers do that to me by sleeping with you? How could you? How could they? Fuck! God damn it Gwen!" He slammed his fist on the dining room table while looking at her as if he didn't believe that she'd sleep with any one of his brothers never mind all three of his brothers. "Calm down Roger. You're scaring the dog," she said giving him an uneasy look. Even though he was upset, there was still a glimmer of disbelief. There was still the real possibility that she was playing a joke on him. "Calm down? How in the Hell can I calm down after you confessed to sucking and fucking my three brothers," he said giving her a hard look. Actually with his brothers all horny men lusting over his wife for years, in the way that he never lusted over their wives, he could understand how all three of his brothers would want to have sex with his wife. With him the youngest of the four brothers, he didn't understand why she'd want to sleep with any of his three, older brothers. With him the best looking of the four brothers and with his brothers' three wives always sexually teasing him and flirting with him, they all wanted him sexually when he didn't want any of them sexually. With his three brothers always sexually teasing her and flirting with her, it was obvious that his three brothers would have no compunction in having sex with her. Yet, with her never fueling their flame, it was obvious to him that she didn't want any of them in the way that he didn't want any of their wives. Still, he didn't understand. In the way that he understood why his three brothers would want to have sex with his wife, he didn't understand why his wife would want to have sex with any of his three brothers, especially when she showed no interest in them before. He'd never want to have sex with any of his sisters when he had Gwen. Based on that logic, why would Gwen want to have sex with any of his three brothers when she had him? Yet, now with her confessing to sleeping with his three brothers, he wondered if she still loved him in the way he thought she did and in the way that he still loved her. Going back and forth, he didn't believe her. He didn't know what to believe. Yet, what if it's not a joke. What if she's telling him the truth? Something he'd never do, he'd never disrespect his brothers by sexually violating his brothers' wives by sleeping with any of them. He'd never trash the trust his brothers had in him by having sex with any of their wives. Yet, here he is listening to his wife's sexual confession that not only did she have sex with one of his brothers but also that she had sex with all three of his brothers. If he had a gun, he'd shoot his brothers for having sex with his wife. Only, he didn't believe her. It was just a joke. Right? "I'm sorry," said Gwen. "Things just happened. With one thing leading to another, somehow the sex got out of hand. What started out as a simple kiss, turned into your brothers groping me through my clothes, and you know how much I love being groped through my clothes while being kissed," she said swooning. "Oh, my God," he said. "Then, what started out groping your brothers cocks through their pants while kissing them, turned into them removing their cocks from their pants and me giving them a hand job before they pushed my head down for me to give them all blowjobs," she said. "Oh, my God," he said. "I blew your three brothers. I sucked their cocks. Sorry, really I am. The next thing I knew, I was in bed with them and we were naked. The next thing I knew, I was making love to them and they were fucking me, really pounding my pussy," she said with an apologetic shrug. "Oh, my God, they all gave me such orgasms." "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God," he said holding his head in his hands. "Why? Why? Why?" Sitting there so ruined and so devastated by her obvious true sexual confessions of having sex with his three brothers, he looked the way Nancy Kerrigan did when Tanya Harding's husband hit her knee with a baseball bat at the ice skating Olympics. "If it makes any difference, I didn't sleep with them all at the same time. I didn't have an orgy, if that's what you're thinking," she said. He looked up at her with a look of confusion on his face. "It doesn't make any difference if you slept with them one at a time or all at once. The fact that you slept with my three brothers is the issue," he said avoiding her look. He hung his head in shame. "I only said that because I wanted you to know that I may be a little slutty, but I'm not a whore. If you need to cast blame somewhere, don't blame me and don't blame your brothers. Blame that damn Cosmopolitan magazine for putting sexual thoughts in my head," she said with anger before giving him a dirty laugh. She gave him a loving smile as if her not having sex with all three of his three brothers at the same time made any difference in her unfaithfulness to him and betrayal of him. He couldn't believe what she was saying. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He only wished she had sex with her best friend, Heather, instead of with all three of his brothers. Gwen, his loving wife and the love of his life, just confessed to having sex with his three brothers. Unless this was her continuation of her April Fools' joke, surely she wouldn't confess such a thing if it wasn't true. Right? Only, he made sexual confessions about having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend that weren't true so why wouldn't she make the same sexual confessions about his three brothers? Obviously with his sexual confessions encouraging her sexual confessions and for her to volunteer her sexual confessions of sleeping with his three brothers, she must believe his sexual confessions that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. This whole April Fools' joke is nothing more than an out of control fiasco. Now he wished he had never told her that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend. "Actually, I wasn't thinking of you having an orgy with my three brothers," he said while trying to remain calm by not thinking of her naked with any of his brothers never mind with all three of his brothers. He tried keeping the thought alive that everything she said and all that she confessed was just part of her April Fools' joke. He tried thinking of something else to not encourage his thoughts of him strangling her room to grow for her sexual unfaithfulness with his brothers. Instead, as if she was his slutty daughter instead of his whore of a wife, he admonished her with a stern look. Having already shown her his rage but calmer now, he'd have to fall in her trap again and believe her stupid joke for him to give her more than just a stern look. Even though she had him hooked, he still wasn't buying it. She wouldn't have sex with his three brothers and none of his three brothers would have sex with her, his wife, the love of his life. That's for sure. Then, in the way he gave her all of the explicit, sexual details of him having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, she began giving him more details of the forbidden, sexual union that she had with his three brothers. "I slept with each of them over the years, whenever the opportunity presented itself. You know me when it comes to sex, always horny and always ready. You know me when it comes to stroking, sucking, and fucking cock," she said with a smile on her face. "Just as my mother, sister, and best friend do, unable to get enough of it, I love cock." When she said that she loves cock in reference to his three brothers, his heart hurt and his head ached. "Oh, God," he said rocking back and forth in his chair as if he was a mentally insane person in an asylum. She gave him a sad look of apology. "Unable to control myself, I love giving hand jobs as much as I love giving blowjobs and as much as I love getting laid," she said so insensitively while fingering the impression of her nipples that suddenly emerged through her bathrobe. "If you know how slutty my sister Genevieve is, think of me as a super sexual version of her but without being so lewd, lascivious, and crass." "Oh, God," he said looking over at her as the realization that this was no joke took hold of his mind. With her continuing to paint him a sexual image, all he could think about were his brothers' cocks in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. "All it takes for me to get going is for a man to kiss me while feeling me through my clothes," she said closing her eyes and swooning again as if she was being kissed and felt through her clothes. Unable to formulate the words to speak, while imagining his three brothers kissing her while feeling her through her clothes, he sat there in shocked silence before he blurted out his disbelief. Was she telling the truth or was she telling him a joke? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. She was so convincing in her confession. Suddenly, possessing him and taking ownership of him in a fit of rage, he could feel his hands around her neck choking the life out of her beautiful body for sleeping with his three brothers. "I don't know what to say? I'm stunned. I'm shocked. I can't believe you had sex with my three brothers. I feel so betrayed," he said. "I feel so humiliated. How could you do that to me, your loving husband? Why would they do that to me, their own brother?" With him having no one to trust, he felt like crying. With him betrayed by his wife having sex with his three brothers and his three brothers having sex with her, he felt like screaming. In the way that he figured she would have done when he confessed to having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he wanted to break something. With her giving him no reaction at all, he showed her his rage. Instead of giving him a look of compassion, instead of telling him April Fools', as if this was all his fault, she made a sour face of contempt at him. "If I understand this correctly, with you adhering to a double standard, what's good for the gander is not good for the goose? Is that it Roger? Are you saying that it's okay for you to have sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend but it's not okay for me to have sex with your three brothers? In my book, with you already confessing to having sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend, my having sex with your three brothers would make us even." She was right, of course, but he never thought she'd actually have sex with his three brothers just as he never thought she'd turn his April Fools' joke on him yet again. Her math was correct, of course, except for the fact that he didn't have sex with her mother, her sister, or her best friend. What she did in reality by having sex with his three brothers, he did only in his dreams when having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. What she confessed to doing in having sex with his three brothers, he never did with her mother, sister, and best friend. "It's different for a man than it is for a woman. An extramarital affair is only sex to a man. An extramarital affair to a woman is more than sex. It's love. It's romance. It's commitment," he said. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 08 She gave him her face of skepticism. "Obviously, just as my mother, my sister, and my best friend love kissing you and sucking your cock as much as I love kissing you and sucking your cock, I loved kissing your brothers and sucking their cocks too," she said. "Obviously, just as my mother, my sister, and my best friend, don't love you, if anything, they all hate you, having sex with your brothers wasn't love for me either. In the way that it was just sex to you, it was just sex to me too," she said with defiance. She looked at her husband with love while he looked at her with anger. "It's just sex. Is that it? It's just sex and it doesn't mean anything to you that you've ruined all of these lives by breaking up four marriages with you sleeping with my three brothers," he said with rage. She nodded her head and shrugged before giving him an understanding smile. "In that regard Roger, when it comes to sex, newsflash, women are no different from men. When it comes to sex, Roger, newsflash, women are just as horny as men. Women loved being kissed and felt through their clothes just as men loved being kissed and felt through their clothes. Women love giving oral sex as much as they love receiving oral sex," she said as if giving him a sex education class about the birds and the bees. All too real, the imagined image of her on her knees and sucking each of his brothers filled him with a rage that he's never felt before. The imagined image of his three brothers putting a hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and ejaculating their cum in her mouth, filled him with rage at the thought of her swallowing their cum. Hoping that she'd come clean and tell him that this was all just an April Fools' joke that she was playing on him, he so wanted to tell her that he was just playing an April Fools' joke on her too. Only with her already getting the better of him by telling him that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hated him, he was ready to pull the plug on this April Fools' joke by telling her that he was just kidding. By telling him that she's slept with his three brothers and with him giving her more of a reaction to her confession than she gave him to his confessions, his April Fools' joke badly backfired on him while her April Fools' joke was just beginning. "None of it sounds fair when you put it that way," he said hanging his head. Only, instead of allowing him to admonish her, instead of being embarrassed and/or feeling guilt and shame, she looked as if she was enjoying confessing her sins to him too much for this to be an April Fools' joke. In the way that he had become sexually excited in giving her the sexual details of having sex with her mother, she looked as if she was becoming sexually aroused just by giving him the shockingly, explicit, sexual details of her having sex with his three brothers. So shocking for him to believe before, now he suspected that she really did have sex with his three brothers. Suddenly he felt drained. Suddenly, he felt empty. Suddenly he felt so tired, so forlorn, and so depressed. Suddenly, he wanted to kill everyone, his three brothers, and her before killing himself. With his whole world crumbling around him, he wished this was just a bad dream, a nightmare that would end as soon as he opened his eyes. "Just as you enjoyed fingering and licking my mother, my sister, and my best friend's pussy, I loved it when Steve, Jim, and Dave fingered and licked my pussy," she said filling his mind with more of the sexual details. "Just as you loved having my mother, my sister, and my best friend sucking your cock, I loved sucking the cocks of your three brothers." The imagined image of his three brothers positioned between her shapely thighs took hold of him in the way of a fever. The imagined image of her on her knees in front of his three brothers while sucking their pricks made him insane. Unable to think of anything else, all he could think of her sucking and fucking his brothers while they licked and fucked her. When he just wanted to put his hands over his ears and scream for him not to hear her talking, she gave him a sexually excited look as if recalling Steve, Jim, and Dave fingering and licking her pussy. How could she do this to him? How could his brothers have sex with his wife? "I'm sure you did enjoy having your pussy fingered and licked," he said. After she convinced him that she had sex with his three brothers, he tried showing her as much maturity and understanding as she showed him when he confessed that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Unable to remove the surreal, sexual images from his mind, he gave her an empty look while imagining Steve, Jim, and Dave fingering and licking her pussy. Unable to remove the surreal, sexual images from his mind, he looked through her while imagining her sucking his brothers before fucking his brothers. "Oh, my God, making me their whore, they all gave me such great orgasms with their fingers, their mouths, and their cocks," she said swooning before laughing gleefully while angering him even more. She gave him a sexually excited look and he gave her a stare that would incinerate her if she was holding anything combustible. "I'm sure they did make you their whore and I'm sure you are their whore...whore," he said with venom. No longer looking at her as his wife, he looked at her as if she was a whore, a cock sucking, cum slut of a whore. "Just as they were all so into me, no pun intended," she said with a dirty laugh. "I was so into them. With you the only man I ever had sex with and with me unable to control my sexual lust for them, I was hungry for their cocks. I was starving for their stiff pricks." Yet, still not believing her and not believing a word she said, nonetheless Roger hung his head in shame while hoping beyond hope that she wasn't telling him the truth about having sex with his three brothers. For sure, she's just telling him a joke. Getting him again, any second she'll yell the real truth. 'April Fools',' he imagined her screaming at the top of her lungs to immediately diffuse the situation. How dumb can he be? No matter what she tells him, he believes her. No matter what joke she plays on him, he falls for it. Just once, he wished he could get her in the way she gets and he thought that he could with his April Fools' joke but obviously, he didn't. Torn between believing her and not believing her, he didn't know what to believe. Yet, with her acting so sincere in confessing her sexual infidelity with having sex with his three brothers, he found it difficult not to believe her. He was angry with himself for not being able to tell if she was joking or not in the way that she always could with him. Suddenly a wave of anger washed over him in the way of a giant tsunami coming to shore. Even if she was kidding him by elaborating on her joke, the sexual details of her confession of her having sex with his three brothers was so very believable that it was difficult for him to hear. Possessing him as if in a spell, the images of her naked with his three, naked brothers controlled his every thought. Now, he couldn't erase the imagined, sexual images from his crazed mind of her being intimate with Steve, Jim, and Dave. It didn't even matter that he believed her or didn't believe her. The vivid images that she drew him and that his mind painted of her having sex with someone else paralyzed his brain from thinking of anything else but her naked with his three, naked brothers. Why would she? How dare she? Why would they? How dare they? No longer able to think clearly to discern if she was kidding or confessing the truth, his anger was a growing bonfire of rage fueled by the imagined images he had of her sucking and fucking his brothers. Yet, giving her the slimmest shadow of doubt that this was her joke and that she didn't have sex with his brothers, she's not a slut. She's not a whore. She's his beautiful wife. A virgin when he married her, he liked believing that he was still the only man that she knew in the physical and Biblical sense of God's word. Definitely, without a doubt, she's reenacting a sexy scenario from a story she read in Cosmopolitan magazine of a cheating wife having sex with her three brothers. Yeah, that's it. Of course, that's it. Just as he'd never cheat on her, Gwen would never cheat on him. This whole thing is just a joke, her April Fools' joke played on him. Further, in respect of the sixth and ninth commandments, she'd never have sex with his brothers. Would she? She'd never fuck and suck his brothers. Would she? His brothers would never disrespect him and abuse his trust by cheating on him with his wife. Would they? In the way that he knew his brothers would never have sex with Gwen, he'd never have sex with any of his brothers' wives no matter how much they sexually teased and tempted them. In the way that he'd never cheat on Gwen to have sex with any of his brothers' wives or with her mother, sister, and/or best friend, he hoped she'd never have sex with any of his brothers. In the way that he'd never have sex with any of his brothers wives, no matter how much his brothers sexually lusted over Gwen, he hoped his brothers would never betray him by having sex with his wife. Would they? Would she? Nah, knowing his brothers were better than that and trusting them more than that, even if she threw herself at them, which she never would, they'd never have sex with his wife. With him having to trust someone and with him having to believe in something, just as his wife would never betray him and disrespect him like that, his brothers would never betray him and disrespect him like that either. With Gwen confessing that she and his brothers broke two of the Ten Commandments, Thou shall not commit adultery and Thou shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or more inappropriately, thou shall not covet your brother's wife, he was stunned. Something he thought he'd never do, as payback, her confession made him want to have sex with the wives of his three brothers in addition to having real sex instead of just fantasy sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Only, he wasn't sexually attracted to any of his brothers' wives in the way his brothers were obviously sexually attracted to his wife and in the way that his three sisterss were obviously sexually attracted him. With him so sexually attracted to her mother, sister, and best friend, he could certainly understand his brothers' sexual attraction to his wife. Yet, sexually fantasizing of having sex with someone is one thing but actually doing the dirty deed is something else entirely. Now he wondered, even if Gwen didn't have sex with any of his brothers, if she fantasized over having sex with any one of them or all of them. Maybe she's thought about having sex with one of them or all of them. Maybe in the way that he dreams and sexually fantasizes over Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather, Gwen dreams and sexually fantasizes over Steve, Jim, and Dave. With his sexual confessions of having sex with her mother, sister, and best friend just sexual fantasies that morphed into his April Fools' joke, maybe her sexual confessions of having sex with his three brothers is just her sexual fantasies that morphed into her April Fools' joke. Yet, that's it. She's just joking. Of course. Without a doubt. She's just kidding him that she had sex with his three brothers. 'Ha! Ha!' Able to trust his wife completely, he has nothing to worry about. Everything is fine. She got him again. 'Ha! Ha!' Only with him having an inkling that her sexual confession were true, he had to keep telling himself that it was just a joke for him to believe that it was just a joke. Just as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz closed her eyes and repeated, 'I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home,' he silently repeated to himself, 'She's just joking. She's just joking. She's just joking.' In the way she confessed to supposedly having sexual relations with his three brothers, even though she's apparently fantasized about having sex with his three brothers, she'd never have sex with any of his brothers. In the way that he confessed to having sexual relations with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, even though he fantasized about having hot sex with all three of them, he'd never have sexual relations with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Yet, now, with her going the extra mile by filling in some of the sordid, sexual details of her confessed affairs, she'd have to tell him that she didn't have sex with his three brothers for him to believe her. She'd have to tell him that it was all an April Fools' joke for him to believe her. Yet, even then, with him as quick and not as bright in figuring out things as she obviously is, he still wouldn't know what to believe. There'd always be that niggling shadow of a doubt, did she suck and fuck them or didn't she? He may never know the truth. Something so unbelievable yet obviously so true, how could he get over that not only did his loving wife cheat on him but also she confessed to cheating on him with his three brothers? Moreover, how could he ever forgive his three brothers for so betraying him by sleeping with his wife? Is there no one that he can trust? Is there nothing he can believe in, not the sanctity of marriage and not the respectful loyalty of his brothers, his family, and his own blood? Hopefully, this is nothing more than her April Fools' joke played on him. "Okay," said Roger trying his best to be as understanding, forgiving, and supportive as she was when he told her that he slept with her mother, sister, and best friend. "I'm glad you told me that you had sex with my three brothers," he said taking a big, deep breath while trying to remain calm. Pussy for cock, three for three, seemingly they were equal in their infidelity. Only, his infidelity with her mother, her sister, and her best friend was all just imagined, sexual fantasies, dreams that he had, and an April Fools' joke. Her sexual infidelity with his three brothers was seemingly was for real. As if playing a chess match, surely, had she really had sex with his three brothers, with him having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, that surely would equal if not top her sleeping with his three brothers. Only, just a joke, he didn't really have sex with her mother, her sister, or with her best friend. Obviously with her not done yet, she looked at him to give him a sad, nervous smile. "I'm so very sorry but that's not all," she said. "I have another confession to make." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 09 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Twelve -- "I slept with your father too." "I'm so very sorry but that's not all. There's more that I have to confess," she said looking at him with her big, blue, beautiful eyes. How could he ever get angry over anything she had to confess, even if it was having sex with his three brothers, when she's so very beautiful? "You do? "Yes. I have another confession to make," she said wringing her hands in her lap. Another confession? Her sleeping with his three brothers wasn't enough? He looked at her with shock when she told him that she had another confession to make. He only had the three brothers. "That's not all? What do you mean that's not all? There's more to your confession than you having sex with my three brothers? How could there be more? I only have three brothers," he said snidely while raising his voice. "I'm sorry," she said looking as if she meant it. He looked at her dazed with disbelief. When she looked at him in that way, even though he was married to her, he just want to run away with her. Running from their stupid April Fools' jokes and her confessions, he just wanted to put everything behind him and go far away. Yet, now he was curious. What more can she possibly confess now that she hasn't already confessed? "After confessing that you had sex with my three brothers, what else could you possibly have to confess? Did you buy an expensive pair of shoes that you're afraid to tell me about? Tell me. As your husband, I demand to know," he said with as much anger as he had nervousness by her anticipated response to his question. "What more do you have to confess?" She looked at him with love in the way that she looked at him with understanding when he told her that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. "I also slept with your father," she said not wasting any time and coming right to the point in the way she confessed to him when she told him that she slept with his three brothers. As if he was watching a soap opera unfold, he continued looking at her with shocked disbelief. "My father? Seriously? My Dad?" He looked at her as if she was insane and if she slept with his father, she was mad. "Are you kidding me? You had sex with my Dad? I don't believe you," he said with a face full of hurt. "No frigging way! Why would you have sex with my Dad? Why would my Dad sleep with you?" He looked at her with anger while trying to suppress his rage. He wanted to break something. "Sorry Roger," she said. She looked at him with sorrow and with fear. "Actually, being that my Dad is a man, a horny man who loves younger woman, I can understand him wanting to have sex with you," he said as if talking to himself instead of to his wife. "Yet, I don't understand you wanting to have sex with my father," he said looking as if he wanted to kill his father. "Sorry," she said. "More than thirty-years older than you, seventy-years-old, my Dad is old. He's ten years older than your mother for Christ sakes. Why the Hell would you even want to have sex with him? If anything, I could understand your mother having sex with my Dad but not you having sex with my father." It wasn't bad enough to learn that not only didn't her mother never like him, but her sister disliked him even more, and her best friend hated him. Now to hear that she had sex with not only his three brothers but also with his father is just too much to take. This is so unbelievable, totally unbelievable. Not only was he hurt but also he was insulted. He took her having sex with his brothers and father as a personal affront and a vicious attack on his manhood and seemingly his inability to sexually satisfy his wife. If he didn't think that this was her April Fools' joke, he'd really be mad. Only, he didn't know what to believe. Was she telling the truth or was she still joking? Surely, he didn't believe all that she confessed about having sex with his brothers and especially now his father. She'd never sleep with his Dad. Not believing her confessions for a second, how could she betray him by having sex with his brothers and now his father? She wouldn't do that. Would she? How could his brothers and his father betray him by having sex with his wife? They wouldn't do that. Would they? Unless this was her April Fools' joke, why would she say any of this, all of this to him? Yet, in the way she looked at him with sincerity and talked to him with sexual passion, he sensed that this was no April Fools' joke. Even though he didn't want to believe her sexual confessions, he somehow knew that his beloved wife, the love of his life, really did have sex with not only his three brothers but also with his father. He was crushed. He was devastated. He was beyond anger. Having known her long enough, most times he could tell if she was lying and/or making up a story to play a joke on him. With them always teasing one another and playing practical jokes on one another, he suspected that she wasn't teasing him and/or playing a practical joke on him. He believed that these were her real sexual confessions. He believed that Gwen had sex with his brothers and with his father. She shrugged her apology, rolled her eyes, and sighed as if it was no big deal that she slept with most of the male members of his family. If he didn't understand her blasé attitude before when confessing that he slept with her mother, sister, and best friend, he certainly didn't understand her blasé attitude now after confessing to sleeping with not only his brothers but also his father. Seemingly just as it was no big deal that he slept with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, it was no big deal that she slept with his three brothers and his father. Obviously, if anything, in her mind they were even. "Sorry but I did sleep with your father. It's true. Not only did I have sex with all three of your brothers but also I had sex with your father too," she said. If only for revenge after his brothers and father had sex with his wife, he suddenly wanted to have sex with all three of his brother's wives and his father's, young, slutty, sexy girlfriend too. If only for revenge after her admitting to having sex with his brothers and father, not just fantasizing over it, he now wanted to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. He let go of her hand to hold his head in his hands. Still not totally believing her and hoping this was all a nightmare of a joke, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His wife, the love of his life, is a whore. His wife, the love of his life has had sex with other men and those other men were his brothers and his father. How could she do this to him? Why would she do this to him? How could she make a fool of him? How could his brothers and his father so disrespect and dishonor him by having sex with his wife? He took a big cleansing breath to calm himself and clear his head while telling himself that this was all just a joke. He took another big, cleansing breath while trying to formulate a question without his anger peppering his words in the verbal assault of his wife. Still giving her the benefit of the doubt in allowing her to reword what she confessed, he asked his question. "When you say you slept with my three brothers and my Dad," he said pausing to look at her as if trying to understand and/or catch her in a lie to tell him that this was all just a joke. "You didn't just sleep with them or take a nap with them, you actually had sex with them. Right?" Naked, naked, naked, as soon as he asked her if she had sex with his brother and father, he could imagine her naked and in bed with his naked brothers and with his naked father. Naked, naked, naked, as soon as he asked her if she had sex with his brothers and father, he could imagine her sucking them and fucking them. If she was going to tell him that this was all a joke, now or never, this was the time. As if she was his teenage daughter instead of his wife and as if he was her boring father instead of her crazed husband, she rolled her eyes and sighed. "No, I didn't actually sleep with them or take a nap with them," she said sighing, making a face, and rolling her eyes. "Duh? I had sex with them, of course." "Jesus," he mumbled. "Why would I nap with them when I was naked with them and they were naked with me too? What do you think I did with them? Sleeping is the last thing I would want to do with your brothers and your father," she said with a loud laugh. More believing that his brothers and/or father would force her to have sex with them rather than believing that she'd willingly and voluntarily have sex with his brother and his father, he stared at her still not sure if she was telling him the truth or making a joke. Hoping beyond hope, if the whole thing wasn't a joke, he hoped that it was just a onetime fluky thing when she was bored, tired, or drunk. "Did they force you to have sex with you? Is that it? Did they strip you naked? Is that what happened? Did they rape you? Is that what they did to you?" She looked at him as if he was nuts. "Forced me? Stripped me naked? Raped me? No, of course not. It was a mutual sexual thing of lust. We both all wanted one another," she said. "We all wanted the same thing. We all wanted sex, Roger," she said with a big, shit assed grin. Never wanting to hit or hurt his wife before, suddenly he wanted to slap the smile off of her face. Instead, playing along with her while pretending beyond all hope that she was still spoofing him, he asked her his next question. "Was it just the one time that you had sex with my brothers and father?" She looked at him in the way he looked at her when he accused her of losing her mind. "One time? Just the one time? Seriously? God no," she said with a dirty laugh. "As if I was a caged animal, once my gate was open, I was raring to go." She looked at him as if he was the one who was crazy. He looked at her as if he was crazy and surely he was. Having lost his mind over her sexual confessions, he didn't know if he should believe her or laugh over her April Fools' joke. "How many times did you have sex with my brothers and father?" She looked up at the ceiling as if the number of times she slept with his brothers and father was inscribed there. Then, she looked at him and gave him a shrug. "God, I don't know. We had sex so very many times that it's all just a blur. I slept with each one of them dozens of times," she said as if she was admitting to overeating, drinking, or gambling. "I see," he said feeling the rage welling up inside of him again. "With never any two of them visiting me at the same time, one of your brothers or your father would visit me while you were working. Never leaving me alone, I always knew what they wanted. Never alone, I always had someone there with me. Seemingly, with your brothers and father as horny as you are, I was always fucking and/or sucking someone," she said with another dirty laugh. Music to his ears before, suddenly he couldn't stand the sound of her voice. Suddenly something that he loved to hear, he hated the sound of her laugh. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Gwen admitted to having sex with not only his three brothers and but also with his father, not once but dozens of times. Trying to remain calm, he took another big breath to relax. This can't be happening. How can his wife, the love of his wife, go from a being a virtuous virgin and being a loving and faithful wife to confessing that she's an incestuous whore? Obviously she's lost her mind. "In addition to having sexual intercourse with them," he said pausing in addressing his question to her to think how he wanted to word it. Unsuccessful in his attempts, he tried to remove the disturbing, imagined images from his mind of his naked brothers and naked father with his naked wife. Unsuccessfully, he tried to remove the imagined images of her on her knees and sucking their pricks. Unsuccessfully, he tried to remove the imagined images of them cumming in her mouth and her swallowing their cum before asking her his question and saying something he'd regret saying. When he couldn't remove the disturbing sexual images from his mind of her giving his brothers and his father dozens of blowjobs, falling within himself, he fell silent. "In addition to having sexual intercourse with them...what?" He looked at her with hatred instead of with love before asking her what he needed to know. "Did you blow them? Tell me. I need to know. Did you suck their cocks?" He looked at her with as much disbelief as he looked at her with hurt and suffering sorrow. "And if you did suck their cocks, did they cum in your mouth?" He lashed out his open hand before closing it in a fist as if he was a conductor of an orchestra ordering them to stop playing. "And if they did cum in your mouth, did you swallow their cum?" Again he lashed out his open hand before closing it in a fist as if catching a fly in midair flight. With her obviously nervous now by his angry interrogation, nonetheless still pushing his buttons to get his reaction to her sexual confessions in the way he never got her reaction to his sexual confessions, she leaned forward in her chair. Again, with her looking at him as if he was the crazy one, she didn't have to say anything for him to know that not only did she blow them all but also that they all ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed their cum. His beautiful wife is a cum slut. "Duh? Yes, of course I blew them. I sucked all of their cocks over and again. Of course they ejaculated in my mouth. Double duh? What else was I supposed to do with a mouthful of cum other than to swallow it? You know I don't spit out cum after giving a blowjob. It's rudely disrespectful," she said. "Besides, it's not much of a blowjob unless the man ejaculates in my mouth and I swallow his cum," she said rolling her eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. Suddenly, he felt as stupid as he felt used and deceived. If his brothers and father had sex with Gwen, of course she blew them and of course they ejaculated in her mouth and of course she swallowed their seed. Whether this is a joke or not, under the guise of him playing an April Fools' joke on her, it serves him right for confessing his lies that he had sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Just for the sake of receiving an angry reaction from her, which he never got, it serves him right for telling her all of the explicit, sexual details of all that he did with the three women that are most important to her in her life. Had he not told her that he slept with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, whether he slept with them or not, she never would have told him that she slept with his brothers and with his father. This was all his fault. He has no one to blame but himself for this joke fest of a fiasco. Obviously, whether it was a joke or she was telling the truth, in the way she can handle him sleeping with other women, he couldn't handle her sleeping with other men, especially when those other men are his brothers and his father. "Okay," said Roger trying his best to remain calm. "I'm glad you told me that you sucked my brothers and father and that they all ejaculated in your mouth and you swallowed their cum," he said making an involuntary, sour face to show his repugnance of her giving his brothers and father blowjobs. As if poking fun of him, giving him a Cheshire cat grin, she smiled at his sour face. "Touché. Tits for cocks. Thank you for understanding and for being as mature about me having sex with your brothers and your father as I was when you confessed that you had sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend," she said laughing. Still not totally sure if she was telling him the truth or playing an April Fools' joke on him, he stared at her while wondering how to handle the details of her sexual confession. With him already giving her more of an angry reaction than she gave him, he didn't want her making any more of a fool of him than she's already made of him. He always falls for her jokes. She always gets him going only to tell him that it was just a joke. "I love you enough to forgive you, Gwen, for whatever sexual transgressions you had with my brothers and my father. I'll deal with them later for taking sexual advantage of my wife," he said throwing his shoulders back, puffing out his chest, and holding his head high. "I'm man enough to put all of this behind us. Just as I understand my brothers and my father being sexually attracted to you, I understand you being sexually attracted to them. I just need to know," he said suddenly falling silent again. She looked at him with curiosity. "Know what?" He looked at her with sadness and suffering sorrow. "Is that it?" She looked at him not understanding his meaning. "Is what it?" He looked at her with dreaded anticipation filled with trepidation. "Is there anything else you need to confess? You may as well tell me everything now while I'm in the forgiving mood to hear your confessions," he said raising his voice. "Is there anyone else you had sex with or is that it? Tell me. I need to know. I deserve to know. I demand to know," he said. He looked at her with a face full of lunacy. "Know what?" She looked at him with confusion. After having sex with his brothers and with his father, why wouldn't she have more to confess? If he was to blame anyone, he blamed himself. He was the one who started all of this by confessing that he had sex with her mother, sister, and best friend. Pussy for cock, obviously, she didn't understand why he was so angry that she had sex with his brothers and father. "Do you have any new shoes hidden in under your side of the bed that you're not telling me about?" She laughed. "New shoes?" He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever skeletons you have hiding in your closet, with me while I'm in a forgiving mood. Now is the time to tell me. I promise I won't be mad," he said raising his right hand as if swearing on a Bible. "This is my day of forgiveness and your day of absolution." He laughed about the shoes. Knowing full well that her having sex with his brothers and with his father was the extent of her sexual list of infidelity, as if that wasn't enough, he knew there wouldn't be anyone else she had sex with other than his three brothers and his father. Besides knowing this was all just a joke, this April Fools' charade had gone on long enough. Only, just as she had shocked him before by confessing that she had sex with not only his three brothers but also with his father, she shocked him again with her next confession. "Well..." she said. "Actually there is." He gave her a wide eyed stare of amazement. "What do you mean there is?" * * * * * Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Chapter Thirteen -- "I slept with Mike, your best friend and your boss, Jerry, too," said Gwen. I just need to know, is that it?" "Well..." she said. "Actually there is." He gave her a wide eyed stare of amazement. "What do you mean there is?" "I slept with Mike, your best friend, and with Jerry, your boss too," she said. He looked at her as if he was looking at someone else other than his loving wife. The virgin that he married and the loving wife that he thought she was had suddenly turned into a cock sucking, cum hungry, little whore. Apparently, no man was safe around her, not his brothers, nor his father, nor his best friend, and/or nor his boss. Just as he could no longer trust his wife to keep her mouth and her legs closed, he couldn't trust his brothers, his father, his best friend, and/or his boss not to cum inside of his wife's mouth and/or pussy. 'What the fuck?' Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 09 "Mike? You slept with Mike? My best friend? How could you? Why would you?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He remained silent while waiting for her to answer and when she didn't answer him with anything more than just a shrug of her shoulders, he continued. "With us together since childhood, and with him always having my back in the way that I've always had his back, he was the best man at our wedding. Why would he do that to me? Why would you sleep with him?" Giving him a look mixed with sexual excitement and shame, she not only confessed to sleeping with his best friend but also she confessed to sleeping with his boss too. After already having confessed to having sex with his three brothers and with his father, she now confessed to having sexual relations with his best friend and his boss too. She confessed to having sex with six men. Seemingly looking as sexually aroused as she looked amused by sharing her sexual escapades with her husband, apparently she wasn't looking for forgiveness. Obviously intent on getting him to react to her sexual confessions, she just seemed eager to share. With him opening the door by confessing his extramarital infidelities, he opened the door to her sexual confessions by telling her that he slept with her mother, sister, and best friend. In the way that she said he hopes he has sex with his mother again so that she can watch, perhaps she's hoping he'll return the favor. Perhaps she's hoping that he'll suggest that she has sex again with his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss so that he can watch too. Only, bad enough that he has the sexual images holding his mind hostage, he could never watch any man having sex with his wife, especially if those men were his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss. With him always thinking that his wife was always so good, it was hard for him to wrap his brain around her being so bad and bad not in a good way. "Yes," she said. "I slept with Mike." As if burning a hole in her face with his eyes, he continued staring at her without talking before he asked her his next question. "You slept with my boss too? How could you? Why would you?" He looked at her as if he hated her instead of loved her. "What the Hell is wrong with you? Have you totally lost your mind or are you just a nasty whore?" She gave him the same smug look that he gave her when he told her that he slept with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. The six people he could trust, his three brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss, all violated his trust by having sex with his wife. How could they? How dare they? Ready to sell their souls for sex, men are such dirty bastards when it comes to the opportunity of having sex with a beautiful woman, even if those men are his brothers, his father, his best friend, and/or his boss. If he had a gun in his hand right now, he'd shoot them all starting with her. He was glad he hid the bullets otherwise he'd be so tempted to get his gun, load his gun, and start shooting. "Yes, to all of your questions," she said. "As well as sleeping with your three brothers and your father, I also slept with your best friend and your boss too. Obviously not only have I lost my mind over sex but also I'm a nasty whore," she said giving him a hard stare as if daring him to slap her. He stared at her without saying anything before interrupting the silence with his outrage. "I can't believe it. I just can't believe it," he said shaking his head with as much anger as he showed sorrow. "If it's not bad enough you having sex with my brothers and my father, I can't believe you had sex with my best friend and my boss too. Is there any man you haven't sucked and fucked?" She shrugged him a smirk. "You're not so innocent yourself with you having sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend. With you cumming in all of their mouths and with them swallowing your cum, it sounds like you had some sexy fun too. If anything, with me having sex with the six men closest to you and you having sex with the three women closest to me, tits for cocks, I'd say we're even." Her math was a little off in her favor. With her supposedly having sex with six men and him confessing to having sex with three women, even though he didn't have sex with anyone but his wife, for the time being it was a sexual standoff nonetheless. The difference is, of course, in the way she confessed to having had sex with his brothers, father, best friend, and boss, other than in his dreams and sexual fantasies, he never had sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. They both remained silent while staring at one another. "Why Gwen? Why?" He looked at her with a face full of disgust and consternation. "I don't understand. I thought we were so happy. I thought you loved me. I thought I was the only man in your life," he said. As if she had already justified her answer in her mind, she didn't even have to ponder what she was going to say next. "I was desperate to get pregnant," she said wringing her hands while showing him her nervousness and vulnerability for the first time. "I wanted a baby and when you couldn't give me a baby, I truly lost my mind," she said pausing in thought before continuing. He took her hand again and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sorry," he said and truly he was. "Having children was just never meant to be for us." Knowing full well how much having a baby meant to her, he felt as guilty as he felt responsible for driving her to have sex with others with the hope of getting pregnant. She had tears welling up in her eyes but refusing to cry, she lifted her head with confidence and self-righteousness. Now instead of being angry with her, he just wanted to hold her. He just wanted to tell her that everything is okay and all is forgiven. So what? In the scheme of things, it's just sex. Twenty years from now it won't be such the issue that it is now. It wasn't as if she loved any of these men. It wasn't as if she was going to leave him for any of these six men. "I thought the next best thing would be for one of your brothers to give me a baby. Then, when they couldn't get me pregnant, I tried your father," she said. "I figured if one of them impregnated me with child, my baby would have their DNA and resemble you enough for you to never know that you weren't the father." With everyone around her seemingly pregnant and already with children, he remembered how insane she had become in trying to get pregnant. She wanted a baby so very much. He understood her motives now but that was still no excuse for her having sex with not only his brothers but also with his father, his best friend, and even with his boss. Yet, there was always that hopeful possibility that she wasn't telling him the truth. There was always that hopeful possibility that these sexual confessions where nothing more than her April Fools' joke. An elaborate April Fools' joke nonetheless, and with her getting the better of him yet again, she had him believing that she really had sex with his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss. 'Ha! Ha! Very funny. April Fools'. I get it. The joke is on me.' Only with her having sex with his best friend and his boss a stretch, now he didn't believe her. Now he knew this whole thing was nothing more than her April Fools' joke. She should have quit when she was ahead. She should have ended her joke with her having sex with his brothers and father. He may have more believed her then, even though he still wasn't entirely sure if she was telling the truth in sleeping with everyone or still joking him. "I see," he said playing along with her while now suspecting the whole thing is a ruse. "I understand and I forgive you for having sex with my brothers and with my father but then why did you have sex with my best friend and my boss too?" For the first time she looked away from him with shame. "When your brothers and your father were unable to impregnate me, I didn't know what else to do. Going for broke, I was desperate to have a baby," she said looking as if she was going to cry. "I'm sorry Gwen," he said apologizing when she should be the one apologizing to him for having sex with his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss. "Crossing that bridge later should I get pregnant by your best friend or by your boss, with Mike and your boss both fathering a boatload of kids, I thought I'd try to see if they could get me pregnant," she said wringing her hands. "With me so desperate to get pregnant, seemingly it was a good idea at the time." He looked at her as if she was nuts and back then when all of this was happening with her desperately trying to get pregnant, she was insane over wanting and not being able to have a baby. "I see," he said trying to not get angry but to no avail. She gave him a pathetically sorrowful look that curtailed his anger somewhat and that gave him renewed insight into how desperate she was feeling at the time. "My having sex with them and trying to get pregnant was just before I had myself tested," she said wringing her hands again. "Once I knew I couldn't get pregnant no matter who was the father, I haven't had sex with any of them since," she said crossing her heart. "It's been a long, long while since I had sex with anyone other than with you," she said giving him a warm, wifely smile. The love that he always felt for her before and that he once again felt for her now replaced the anger that he was feeling towards her. He looked at her wanting to believe that the only reason why she cheated on him with his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss was so that she could have a baby to care for and to love. Inspired by her hormones, her sexual motives were so innocent and maternally driven that he couldn't blame her even if she did have sex with his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss. She didn't want to have sex with any of those men for the sake of having empty sex. That's for sure. She wanted a baby. Only, if her motives for having sex with everyone was just to get pregnant, then why would she suck them and swallow their cum instead of having them all ejaculate in her pussy? Nonetheless her sucking them and swallowing their cum, just as he understood her and forgave her for having sexual intercourse with every man who was important to him, he felt her pain. He felt her sorrow. He felt her sadness. With him feeling her, especially in the way that he still so loved her, how could he stay mad at her? With him feeling so guilty that he couldn't give her a baby, he knew how devastated she was in not being able to get pregnant to have a baby of her own to love. Loving her even more now than he ever did before, he understood her reasons for her doing what she did and he was already ready to forgive her for all of her sexual transgressions. Hating all of this April Fools' bullshit, he just wanted to go back to how things were between him and his wife. Now that his April Fools' joking was over, he wanted her to know that he didn't have sex with her mother, sister, and best friend. With her the only woman in his life forever, until death do they part, he wanted her to know that he'd never have sex with her mother, her sister, and/or her best friend. Now that she knew that she couldn't have children, he wanted to believe that she was done having sex with everyone but him. Wanting to put it all behind him and forgive her for every one of her sexual transgressions, he needed to know if she was telling him the truth or just telling him a story as her elaborate practical joke. Suspecting that she was being honest, he needed to know for sure that she wasn't just telling him an April Fools' joke. For sure, he didn't want any more surprises. He was glad that she didn't get pregnant by anyone other than him. Even though he understood why she'd be willing to love a baby that wasn't his, he would have been unable to accept a baby that wasn't his, especially if that baby was his brother's, his father's, his best friend's, or his boss' baby. "So, tell me and be honest. I promise, I won't be mad," he said playing along with her again. "How long has it been since you've had sex with my brothers, my father, my best friend, and/or my boss?" She looked at him as if she was proud of herself. "Oh, God. It's been a long, long time, a very long time," she said. "How long?" "Let's see," she said opening her hand to count on her fingers while looking up at the ceiling again as if all of the answers were suspended in midair. "Aside from the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man--," she said. Interrupting her, he looked at her as if she was nuts. He looked at her as if he wanted to strangle her. He looked at her as if she was still continuing to play an April Fools' joke on him but this was no joke. With her continuing to push all of his buttons, especially with her adding three more men to her sexual confessions, she had gone way too far. "Pardon? The mailman? I'm sorry. Did I hear you right? Did you just say that you had sex with the mailman?" Crestfallen that her list of sexual lovers were seemingly endless, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Whether it was a joke or not, she needed to stop. He could only take so much. Ready to forgive her before, there's was no way that he could forgive her now. With him so gullible and believing whatever she said and/or confessed, already party to her sick, sense of humor, he just hoped she was joking. "Yes," she said. "We had sex dozens of times. The mailman gave new meaning to postage due and special delivery, if you know what I mean," she said with a dirty laugh. He couldn't believe she had sex with the mailman dozens of times. He couldn't believe she was so glib about sharing her body with all people but with the man who delivers their mail. "And the UPS man? You had sex with the UPS man too?" He couldn't believe she had sex with the UPS man. "Yes, of course," she said. "When your best friend and your boss couldn't even get me pregnant, I was ready to have sex with anyone who came to the door. With him always in the neighborhood, I had sex with the UPS man dozens of times too. Being that he was always delivering me my packages, I needed to check out his package," she said with a wink and another dirty laugh. No longer looking at her as if she was his loving wife, she was nothing but a no good, dirty, cock sucking whore. With her pushing out a beautiful, black baby that would be difficult for her to explain to him or to anyone else in the neighborhood and/or in their family, happy for the small things in life, he was glad that Jehovah's Witnesses didn't come to his door anymore. He was glad they lived on a dead end street instead of a main road. There's no telling who else she'd fucked and sucked if more men went by her front door. "And you had sex with even the pizza delivery man too? I can't believe you had sex with the pizza delivery man," he said looking at her as if he was looking at a crazy person. Suddenly swearing off pizza for the rest of his life, going to the pizza parlor himself to pick up his pizza pie, he'll never order another pizza for delivery again. "Yes," she said with a sexy smile as if it was no big deal that she had sex with the pizza delivery man. "You know me with hot pepperoni and spicy meatballs," she said with another dirty laugh. "How do you think we got all of those free pizzas?" He couldn't believe she had sex with the pizza delivery man too. With the pizza delivery man delivering pizza and guaranteeing they'd be hot, having sex with him must have been a real quickie. "Maybe a better question for me to ask, is there anyone you haven't had sex with yet?" As if he was watching a Penthouse movie, The Happy Hooker, with Xavier Hollander, a former call girl and Madam, in the starring role, he couldn't believe this was his wife telling him all of this. "I didn't have sex with the paperboy. Barely eighteen-years-old, he's way too young," she said as if proud of controlling herself from seducing the paperboy too. "Saving us money on his Christmas tip and making sure that we always received our newspapers, I did flash him my topless and naked body a couple of times though." He rolled his eyes and sighed. Seemingly there was no getting through to her to make her realize that all that she sexually did behind his back and while supposedly faithfully married to him was wrong. She was no loving wife. She was nothing but a cock sucking, cum loving whore. How dare she have sex with all of those men, nine men that she willingly confessed to, while he was working? "Okay. Tell me and be honest," he gave her a look as if he was a policeman interrogating her. "How long has it been since you had sex with my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man?" Again, as if she was proud of the sexual self-control she possessed in abstaining from sex, she gave him a big smile. "It's been a very long while, at least a week since I've had sex with anyone but with you," she said while giving him a sexy smile. A week? Only now that she's had sex with nearly every man on the planet, he didn't think he could have sex with her. With everyone cumming in her mouth and in her pussy, all he would think of when kissing her is her kissing, sucking, and fucking other men. Enough with the joking. This joke was out of hand. This joke was getting even more ridiculous. This April Fools' joke needed to end. Now not believing anything that she said for a minute, he rolled his eyes and let out his sigh of relief along with his disbelief. "So, it's been at least a week since you've had sex with my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man? Is that right?" As if it was a real feat of self-control to abstain from having sex with every man he knows, she smiled while enthusiastically nodding her head up and down. "Yes. Not counting the ones you've given me, it's been at least a week since I've had an orgasm," she said. "Absolutely and that's the God's honest truth," she said crossing her heart again. "See? I'm not the whore you think I am," she said with pride. Hoping beyond hope that she was playing an April Fools' joke on him, he looked at her as if she was crazy. "A week is not such a long time Gwen. Especially now that you know you cannot become pregnant, I don't understand why you continued having sex with my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man. If your intention was to get pregnant, I don't understand why you didn't stop having sex with them once you found out that you couldn't get pregnant," he said. "I know. You're right. My only excuse was that I was so sad and so lonely with you working all the time," she said. He looked at her as if she was still pranking him. "If your intention was to get pregnant, I don't understand why you'd blow them all, allow them to cum in your mouth, and swallow their cum, instead of having them all ejaculate their cum in your pussy." He shook his head while staring at her in disbelief. "Boy, for someone who never leaves the house, you sure do get around." For the first time, she hung her head in shame. For the first time, she looked embarrassed. For the first time, she looked sorry. "First of all, it's been more than a week, eight or even nine days since I've had sex with anyone but you," she said raising her voice with attitude. "Okay," he said sighing and rolling his eyes. "I'm sorry but after having sex with your three brothers, your father, your best friend, your boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man, I couldn't stop," she said with a voice laden with remorse and a face wrinkled with guilt. "On the pretense of trying to get pregnant to have a baby of my own, in the frenzy of desperate sex, now I'm addicted to dick," she said. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 09 "Addicted to dick?" He looked at her as if she was nuts. "Yes, I'm addicted to cock. Call me a nympho, whore, a cock sucking slut, or whatever but it's impossibly hard for me to go a day without having a cock buried in my hand, in my pussy, and/or in my mouth." 'Addicted to dick? Bullshit!' Now he didn't believe anything she said. This whole story was nothing but her April Fools' joke. Ready to spring his joke on her while beating her to the punchline and while knowing that she was joking too, he looked at her with a big shit eating grin on his face. "April Fools'! Ha! Ha! I got you. I was just kidding," he said expecting her to say April Fools' back to him too. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'!" To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 10 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Fourteen -- April Fools'! "Ha! Ha! April Fools! Ha! Ha!" "April Fools'! Ha! Ha! I got you. I was just kidding," he said expecting her to say April Fools' back to him too, when she had no reaction to his joke, he continued laughing in her face. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'! I didn't have sex with your mother, your sister, or with your best friend." Actually, not much of an April Fools' joke for him, with her not reacting to his sexual confessions of sleeping with her mother, with her sister, and/or with her best friend, he didn't know how much he got her with his joke. Besides with her mother never liking him, her sister disliking him even more, and her best friend hating him, with her not believing that he had sex with any of them, he didn't get her with his joke at all. She got him more with her April Fools' joke than he got her. If anyone got anyone, she got him by telling him that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hate him. If anyone got anyone, she got him by confessing that she slept with his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man. Going overboard with her April Fools' joke, had she told him that she had sex with just one of his brothers and no one else, he may have more believed her. All so ridiculous, with her having sex with all nine of those men, he knew now that her confessions were nothing more than her April Fools' joke that she played on him. 'Ha! Ha! Very funny.' With him being a gullible Gus, she got him again. He knew that his wife, the love of his life, would never have sex with anyone but with him, especially not with nine men and especially if six of those men were his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss. "Boy, I guess you really did get me," she said. "Being that none of them like you and they all hate you, I didn't believe you had sex with them at first. Yet once you started telling me the explicitly graphic, sexual details of having sex with my Mom, my sister, and my best friend, I really did believe that you did have sex with all of them." Expecting her to laugh with him, he laughed at the April Fools' joke that he played on her only, oddly enough though, she wasn't laughing. Maybe in the way that she hurt him by telling him that she slept with his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, the mailman, UPS man, and the pizza delivery man, he hurt her by telling her that he slept with her mother, sister, and best friend. Maybe in the way that he didn't think that these April Fools' Day jokes were no longer funny, she didn't think they were funny either. "I didn't sleep with your mother, your sister, or with your best friend," he said nodding his head from side to side to give her that extra amount of credibility. "I'd never cheat on you, Gwen, especially not with your mother, your sister, and/or with your best friend. I was just playing an April Fools' joke on you. I love you and only you. Really I do," he said looking at her with love. "I've never have sex with anyone but with you." He smiled her his affection. "I love you too Roger," she said. She returned his look of love with her look of love. "I just wanted to see your reaction. Only and admittedly, I was disappointed when you didn't give me much of a reaction at all. Then, when you turned my April Fools' joke around to play your own April Fools' joke on me I should have known you'd do something like that. You always do. I can never get you in the way that you always get me." She gave him a soft, little smile. "Well, you had me going. I believed you," she said patting his hand. "I did. I really did, which is why I, um, foolishly confessed all of my sexual sins to you. Something I probably shouldn't have done on second thought," she said mumbling under her breath, "especially in the angrily way you reacted to my sexual confessions, I wish I hadn't told you." Waiting for her to say April Fools' too, he hoped to God that she was playing a practical joke on him too. Now not so sure, especially after showing regret for telling him her sexual confessions, he suspected that she did have sex with nine men. In the way he always thought he could read her, now he realized that he could never tell if she was lying or telling the truth. "Well, if you believed me, you didn't show it on your face," he said. "Boy you're a tough cookie to crack. You didn't give me any reaction at all to my confessing having sex with the three, most important women in your life. I don't know how you did it but you kept a straight face the whole time," he said laughing at his own stupid joke. She made an uncomfortable face as if she suddenly had to go to the bathroom. "Sorry," she said. "I was just having a difficult time that my mother, my sister, and my best friend would have sex with you when they all hate you so very much." Going from never liking him to disliking him to hating him and now to hating him so very much, he wished she'd stop reminding him that her mother, her sister, and her best friend hate him for whatever imaginary reasons that they may have. With a knot tightening in his stomach while wondering if her sexual confessions were true or not, Roger waited for Gwen to say she was playing an April Fools' joke on him, too. When she didn't respond in kind by telling him that she was playing an April Fools' joke on him too, he interrogated her as if he was a self-righteous prosecuting attorney and she was a guilty defendant on the stand and on trial for murder. "Just so that I can understand and make sense from all of this, when you said you understand me being sexually attracted to your Mom enough that I'd want to have sex with her, you were just kidding. Right? You knew that I'd never have sex with your mother. Right?" He looked at Gwen while waiting for her response and continued when none came. "When you said like mother like daughter, your Mom likes sex as much as you do, you were just joking. Right? You have no idea what your mother likes sexually. Do you?" Again, his wife, the love of his life, remained silent. "When you said your Mom loves making out as much as you do and your Mom loves kissing and being felt through her clothes as much as you do, you were just pulling my leg. Right? When it comes to having an intimate relationship with a man, you have no idea what your mother likes. Do you?" Still not knowing if she was being serious or kidding him, and with her still remaining silent and not responding to his questions, he continued when Gwen gave him a sexy smile. "When you said your Mom is lucky to have me as a lover, you were just jesting. Right?" Waiting for her to say something, when she didn't say anything, he continued. "In reference to your mother, when you said enjoying and giving blowjobs runs in your family, you just said that to get me going. Right? You have no idea if your mother enjoys giving blowjobs or not. Do you?" With her avoiding making eye contact, he looked at her for her answer but she just sat there not speaking while giving him a nervous smile instead of a sexy look. "When you thanked me for taking care of your mother's sexual needs, said that I was a good husband and a great lover, and maybe I can have sex with your mother sometime again while you watch, you were just teasing me. Right? You really didn't mean that, did you? Knowing full well that I never had sex with your mother the first time, you'd never allow me to have sex with your mother a second time or more. Moreover, if I did ever have sex with your mother, you'd never want to watch us having sex. Would you?" With her still not responding, she continued staring at him or looking away from him while remaining silent. "When you said like daughter like mother and vice versa, apparently your Mom is as much of a cum slut as you are, you weren't serious, were you? When you said that evidently, not only does your mother love sucking cock but also she loves swallowing cum too, you were just joshing me. Right? You have no idea what your mother likes or dislikes sexually. Do you? For all that you know, your mother may not even suck cock," he said baiting her to say something, anything. Again he waited for Gwen to answer and when she didn't respond to his question, he continued. "When you said that you were glad that I told you that I had sex with your mother, your sister, and your best friend, you certainly didn't mean that. Did you? You'd never want me to have sex with your mother, your sister, and/or your best friend. Would you?" As if she lost her ability to speak, she continued staring at him with a blank expression. "When you thanked me for sharing my sexual confessions with you that was all bullshit too. Right? Everything you said was part of your April Fools' joke. Right? You'd really be pissed off if I had sex with not only your mother but also your sister and/or your best friend. Wouldn't you?" Still waiting for Gwen to say something, anything in her defense, when she remained silent he continued in his interrogation of her. "C'mon admit it. All that you confessed was part of your April Fools' joke too. Right? None of your story about having sex with my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man is true. Right?" He looked at her after every question while waiting for her to respond. Finally, in the way that everything he said was nothing more than an April Fools' joke, she said something to reveal that all she said wasn't an April Fools' joke. "Oh, my Gosh. I'm so very embarrassed and sorry. This is awkward," she said looking at him with shame. He looked at her stunned. "Awkward?" "Yes, this is so very awkward for me," she said. Awkward for her? With her helping him to finally remove his love blinders, able to see the real her now, seemingly it was always about her. He treated her special because she was so beautiful. Even though he knew what she meant by saying that specific word at this exact moment, he asked her the question anyway. He needed to know for sure that his wife wasn't a cock sucking, cum slut of a whore who'd have sex with anyone at their door. "What did you mean when you said awkward?" As if she was a defendant found guilty at trial, she looked at him with guilt, sorrow, and remorse. "Well...?" Awkward was a word she seldom used. Awkward was the one word he never expected to hear coming from her mouth in response to him telling her that he was playing an April Fools' joke on her while asking her if she was playing an April Fools' joke on him. In the way that he screamed, April Fools' in her face, he expected her to yell back, April Fools'. He expected her to laugh at him trying to play an April Fools' joke on her. He expected her to be cocky and boastful about her succeeding in playing an April Fools' joke on him, especially when he was unable to play an April Fools' joke on her. Certainly, of all things for her to say, he never expected her to say 'Awkward.' He looked at her looking at him. When she didn't say that her sexual confessions were all part of an elaborate April Fools' joke, as if he was ready to pass out, the color drained from his face. He didn't know what to say. Did she say awkward because she really did have sex with his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, and the mailman, UPS man, and the pizza delivery man? With him already playing his hand, shooting his load, and calling her bluff by going all in, he didn't know what else to do. Unless she was just bluffing, which now he didn't think she was, if anything, instead of just saying awkward, he expected her to answer his questions. Instead, he persevered in his interrogation of her. "By saying that this is awkward, do you mean that all you confessed is not your April Fools' joke but the truth and that you did sleep with my brothers?" Again, she looked at him with shame, sorrow, guilt, and remorse. "Yes," she said with downcast eyes. "I had sex with your three brothers. I had sex with Jim. I had sex with Steve. I had sex with Dave. I'm sorry." With his rage seething inside of him and with her trying to keep it bottled inside, he looked at her with anger. "And did you really sleep with my father too?" She bit her lip before looking up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes and looking away before confessing her sin. "Yes," she said without looking up at him. "I had sex with your father too. I'm sorry." With him having already forgiven her for having sex with his brothers and father, he still clutched onto the hope that her sexual confessions were nothing more than her April Fools' joke. Now, with the imagines of her naked with his brothers and father reopening his wounds, rage replaced his anger. He couldn't believe his beautiful wife not only had sex with his three brothers but also she slept with his father too. Not believing her before, he believed her now. How dare she? How could she? Why would she? Why would they? Is there no one who he can trust? 'Filthy cock sucking whore,' he thought to himself. The people that he loved and thought loved him, his wife, his brothers, his father, and even his best friend and his boss, why would they all so disrespect him for sex? How could they? How dare they? If having sex with six men wasn't enough for her, why would she have sex with the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man? Now in the way that he knows that he's married to a whore, everyone in the neighborhood knows that she's a whore. The women that he loved and thought loved him, her mother, her sister, and her best friend all hated him. How could they? How dare they? Now for his wife to have brazen sex with nine men, he wondered if she hated him too. Certainly, she thought he was an idiot to be cheating behind his back for so very long. Certainly, he was an idiot for never suspecting the sexual infidelity of his wife. "And did you really sleep with my best friend, Mike, and my boss, Jerry too?" She started to cry. "Yes, yes," she said. "I did them both, many times, as many times as I had sex with your brothers and father. I so wanted to get pregnant. I so wanted to have a baby. When your brothers and your father couldn't impregnate me, so long as I could have a baby of my own, I didn't care who the father of my baby was. I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. Please forgive me." He looked at her as if he never really knew her. He remained quiet while watching his whore of a wife sobbing and crying in her hands. "So, lemme get this straight. If I understand this correctly, not only did you have sex with every man who's important to me and any man who came to our door but also your mother never liked me, your sister dislikes me, and your best friend hates me," he said. He raised his voice in hurt, in rejection, and in anger to ask her his next questions. "Is that right? Is that correct? Your mother, sister, and best friend hating me is not an April Fools' joke either, is it?" She wiped her eyes on her coffee stained bathrobe before blowing her nose in her napkin. "Oh, my Gosh. This is really, really awkward," she said looking up at him apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. Yes, it's true. My mother, my sister, and my best friend hate you," she said crying in her napkin. There, she used that word again in reference to her mother never liking him, her sister disliking him even more, and her best friend hating him. How could Heather hate him? He loved Heather. If he hadn't already been married to Gwen, he'd ask Heather to marry him. "Really, really Awkward? How do you mean by saying that this is really, really awkward? Are you saying that your mother never liked me? Your sister really dislikes me? And your best friend hates me? Is that what you mean by saying that this is really, really awkward?" She reached out to touch his hand but he pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry," she said making eye contact with him. "Yes, to all three questions but I really like you. I love you," she said looking at her husband with sorrow, remorse, pity, and love. "Love me? You don't love me? If you loved me, you'd respect me enough not to sleep with every man that I know," he said with venom. "You barely flinched when I confessed that I had sex with your mother, your sister, and with your best friend." "I didn't give you any reaction to your sexual confessions of sleeping with my mother, sister, and best friend because I knew you were trying to play an April Fools' joke on me." She looked at him with apologetic eyes while he stared at her with rage. "I see," he said getting angrier than he's ever been. Intent on continuing her confessions, she continued crying while talking. "In the way that my mother never liked you, my sister really dislikes you, and my best friend hates you, I knew that none of them would ever have sex with you. That's why I didn't fall for your April Fools' joke. When you said that you had sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend, I knew that you were trying to play an April Fools' joke on me," she said. She gave him a nervous, little smile. "I see," he said looking at her as if he could kill her. They stared at one another in silence. "Once you ventured down that road of confessing having sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend, under the guise of me telling you an April Fools' joke, I thought it a good time to test the water of your forgiveness, so to speak. I figured this was as good of a time as any for me to come clean and confess my sexual infidelities. With my having sex with your brothers, your father, you best friend, your boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man, I figured if I was willing to forgive your sexual transgressions, even though I knew you were joking, I figured you'd forgive me mine." "Only, you knew that I never had sex with your mother, your sister, and your best friend. Correct?" Yes, that's correct," she said. "Sadly, even if you were the last man on Earth, I knew my mother, my sister, and/or my best friend would never have sex with you. But I'll have sex with you, any time you want sex. I'll give you sex, lots of wicked hot sex," she said reaching for his hand with her hand and withdrawing her hand when he pulled his hand away. He looked at her with as much hurt as he looked at her with rage. "I don't believe this. I can't believe this. I'm in shock. What started out as a happy day with me making you breakfast while hoping to play an April Fools' joke on you, has turned into a horrible nightmare," he said. He was so sad. He was so hurt. He was so angry. He felt so rejected, not just by her but by her mother, her sister, her best friend, his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss. He felt so used and abused by her. He imagined everyone laughing at him behind his back for him being such a fool in loving this beautiful woman who he thought loved him. The woman who he thought was his angel sent from Heaven above is nothing but a cock sucking slut. After knowing her for 20 years and being married to her for 15 of those years, obviously he didn't even know who she really was, a no good, lying whore. Obviously blinded by love, he was too stupid to see her for who she was. With him having twenty wonderful years with her and fifteen of those years being married to her, he wished he never knew about her sexual indiscretions. He wished he never started this by playing an April Fools' Day joke on her. He wished he could turn back time and return to how things were with him oblivious to what she did behind closed bedroom doors while he was working. If he blamed anything, he blamed that Cosmopolitan rag of a magazine for enlightening her sexually. She was better off when he was the only man to ever have sex with her. She was better off when she didn't know any better. Perhaps had she become pregnant, with her busy taking care of their children and not having the time to have sex with men, none of this mess would have ever happened. Yet, not to be, her having children wasn't in their cards. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 10 "Listen, I have an idea," she said with a big, sexually excited smile on her face. "I may know how to fix this. I have an idea that you may like," she said giving him her sexiest look. He looked at her with hopefulness that what she was going to say next would fix all that was wrong with their marriage. If she was going to offer him sex, he looked at her ready to reject her for the first time since he's known her. Now, when he had sex with her, he'd think of his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man having sex with her. Now when he had sex with her, he'd think of her naked and on her knees while sucking the cocks of nine men. "What can you possibly say that will fix you cheating on me with everyone I know," he said with anger. "I can't believe you had sex with nine men. I'm still reeling with the imagined images of you naked and in the arms of my naked brothers and naked father," he said with sorrow. She gave him half a smile. "Yes. That's correct. I had sex with nine men but I can fix this," she said giving him another little smile while patting his hand. "Since I had sex dozens of times with your three brothers, your father, your best friend, your boss, and an assorted collection of other men who came to the house, what if I did something sexually special for you?" * * * * * She smiled at him with sexual excitement. Here it comes. She's going to offer him sex, hot sex. She thinks that she can fix all of this with a mere blowjob. Horny after she put her feet on the table, lifted her bathrobe and nightgown while spreading her legs to flash him her pussy while masturbating herself, ready to take her up on her offer for sex, he was already beyond being horny. Only, if she was going to offer him hot sex, there'd be nine other men in bed and in his head with him. Nonetheless, never turning her down for sex before, he didn't think he could turn her down for sex now. Yet, not wanting to be in bed with her with nine other men, he surely would turn her down for sex until he came to peace with all of her sexual indiscretions. He needed to maintain his dignity and his self-respect. The man of the house, he was still the king of his castle. For all that she's done and all that she's confessed, he didn't think he could find it in his heart to forgive her no matter how hot the sex he perceived she'd give him was. No doubt, with her pushing all of his sexual buttons, she'd want to give him pillow talk about all of the extramarital, sexual affairs she had. No doubt, she'd want to role play with him pretending to be his brother, his father, his best friend, his boss et al. No doubt, once getting in the mood, he'd want her to role play being her mother, her sister, and even her best friend. Exciting to have pillow talk and role playing before, unfortunately he needed more than pillow talk and role playing now. Tits for cocks. If she discusses his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, the mailman, UPS man, and the pizza delivery man while in bed having sex with him, he'd choke her to death. If she discussed his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man while in bed having sex with him, then he'd discuss the sexual fantasies that he has of her mother, her sister, and her best friend. Yet, not knowing how she could fix this by giving him hot sex salted with salacious pillow talk and eroticized by role playing, hot sex, pillow talk, and role playing wasn't nearly enough for all that she's sexual done behind his back. Hot sex would never heal the hurt that he now feels knowing her mother never liked him, her sister dislikes him even more, and her best friend hates him. A neat trick if she could do it, but how can she fix any of that with sex and pillow talk? "What can you possibly do that's sexually special for me to fix this Gwen? After all that you've sexual done behind my back and after all that you've confessed to me, our relationship and our marriage is beyond repair," he said. "It's over. Our marriage is over. We're done. We're finished. I can no longer trust you to be the faithful, virtuous wife that I thought you were," he said with sadness. She looked at him with love. "Don't say that our marriage is over. Don't you ever say that our marriage is over. Don't believe that we can't save our marriage because we can. We can still salvage our marriage. Our marriage is not over," she said vehemently. "It's over Gwen. There's nothing you can do to fix what you've broken," he said. "That's not true. We still love one another," she said reaching for his hand but he pulled away from her. "Please trust me to fix this. Please trust me to make this right. I can do this. I know I can," she said giving him a sexy smile. He looked at her with despair and she looked at him with sexual excitement. "You broke the trust that I had in you by having sex dozens of times with nine men," he said. "How can I ever trust you again? How can I believe anything you say? How can I look at you, kiss you, and have sex with you without thinking of my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, and the mailman, UPS man, and pizza delivery man?" Her look of love changed to a look of anger. "Yeah, well, every night you have sexual fantasies and salacious thoughts of my mother, my sister, and my best friend too. You're not so innocent yourself," she said. Even though he was mad with her before, really mad, now unable to get mad at her, he looked at her with a flicker of forgiveness. He loved her, he really did. He couldn't imagine his life without Gwen in his life. Either he'd have to forgive her or let her go. "Granted, I would have understood you sleeping with my brothers, even my father, with you desperately wanting a baby so very much. And had they made you pregnant, I may have never known that I wasn't the father," he said looking at her with kind understanding. "Just as my testosterone sometimes takes over my judgment, I understand that your maternal instincts and female hormones caused your lunacy in trying to get pregnant. Only, your decision to have sex with my best friend and my boss went too far. Then, when you had sex with the others, well, you didn't only cross the line, you erased the line by obliterating it," he said. He looked at her with disappointment. He looked at her with shame. He looked at her with sorrow. "I know Roger and I'm sorry. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I'll make this right. I will," she said. "I promise I will if only you'd listen to what I have to say." Tired of her turning, twisting, and manipulating him, instead of looking at her with forgiveness, he looked at her with renewed rage. "Instead of just fucking everyone for the sake of getting pregnant, you sucked everyone for the sake of sex. You sucked all of their cocks. You blew them all, allowed them all to cum in your mouth, and swallowed them all," he said. "I did and I'm sorry," she said. "You belittled me and humiliated me before everyone I know. With you not only fucking them for the sake of having a baby, you sucked them for the sake of satisfying your perversely twisted sexual needs. How can I look any of them in the eyes anymore without controlling myself from killing them? Tell me. How can you possibly fix this? You'd have to suggest a miracle to fix this mess," he said with sadness. He looked at her with curiosity while she gave him a sexually excited smile. "Trust me. I can fix this," she said untying her bathrobe She unbuttoned her nightgown to expose her beautiful breasts. Then, while staring up at him, she started fingering her nipples. She pulled them, turned them, and twisted them, as if she was begging him to suck them. She put her ankles on the dining room table again, raised her bathrobe and nightgown, and, as if she was having a gynecological exam, she spread her legs open wide again. She rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy with one hand while fingering her big nipples with her other hand. "I'm sorry Gwen but you can't fix this by giving me sex," he said shaking his head and waving his hand while trying to stay strong. As if she was the Devil, he refused to look at her but he was so weak when she gave him a sexy smile. He was already so very horny after having sexual fantasy last night of not just her mother but also her sister and her best friend. Had she not confessed to having sex with everyone he knows, he'd be licking her pussy before fucking her pussy. Had she now confessed to having sex with nine men, he'd be sticking his cock in her mouth. "I know that you sexually fantasize over my mother, my sister, and my best friend. I've heard you talking in your sleep. I've heard you calling their names, Trudy...Genevieve...Heather," she said imitating his voice in calling them. "Just as I know you fuck them in your sleep, I know that you fantasized them sucking your cock. You're fixated with cumming in their mouths while feeling their huge tits and fingering their big nipples." With him having nothing to say in defense of his alleged sexual fantasies, he looked at her embarrassed. In the way she looked at him with shame, guilt, embarrassment, and remorse before when she uttered the word awkward, he looked with the same expression on his face while she looked at him with confident seduction. "So? It's just a dream," he said finally speaking. "You can't hold what I dream in my sleep against me. That's not right and that's not fair." She gave him a look of compassionate understanding. "Of all people to hold anything against anyone, I'm not holding your dreams against you. If anyone lives in a glass house I do and I'd never throw the first stone," she said fingering her pussy and pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples harder and moaning while he watched her masturbate herself. "So, being that I already had my sexual fun with your brothers, your father, your best friend, your boss, and with the mailman, UPS man, and pizza delivery man, this is what I propose." He looked at her with as much sexual excitement as he looked at her with anger. "What?" He shrugged his big shoulders. "There's nothing that you can propose to fix this Gwen," he said with dejection, rejection, and sadness. "We're done. Our marriage is over. There's nothing that you can say and there's nothing that you can do that will make this right." She gave him a confident smile. Knowing her, she could fix anything. Only, she's going to have to propose more than just giving him a blowjob to fix this. "If only based by you talking in your sleep and the huge erection that you have during the night and awaken with in the morning, I know that every night you dream and sexually fantasize about having sex with my mother, my sister, and/or my best friend. Especially now that I've had my wicked, sexual way with your brothers, father, best friend, boss, mailman, UPS man, and the pizza delivery man, I know that you'd love nothing more than to have your wicked sexual way with my mother, my sister, and my best friend." He looked at her embarrassed that she knew he had been dreaming, sexually fantasizing, and lusting over her mother, her sister, and her best friend. In truth, on paper, with him just dreaming of doing the dirty deed of having extramarital sex and with her doing the dirty deed in reality in having extramarital sex, she was much more sexually perverted than he was. In the way that she obviously did and confessed that she had, he never acted upon his inappropriate, sexual impulses. Instead he masturbated his lust for her mother, her sister, and her best friend in a tissue. She should have done the same with her vibrator. Only, understandably home alone while he was at work working, obviously she was bored. What started out with her wanting a baby morphed to her wanting, needing, and craving sex. What began with her wanting to get pregnant by having sexual intercourse, turned into her sucking cock and swallowing cum. He had no idea how she could fix this. He had no idea how she could make this right to save their marriage. Yet, after knowing her and loving her for twenty years, he was willing to listen to what she had to say. "It's just a dream. It's just a sexual fantasy Gwen. I'd never have sex with your mother, your sister and/or your best—" Interrupting him, she rolled her eyes while making a face of disbelief. "Oh, please. Stop. Just stop with the lies. Okay? Let's be honest. Please be as honest with me as I've been with you," she said. "Okay," he said. "If my mother, my sister, or my best friend was sitting here with their tits and pussy exposed in the way that I am now, you'd be all over them. You'd most definitely would, indeed, have sex with them. Tell the truth, if you could, wouldn't you love to make love to my mother?" She gave him her sexy smile. "Yes," he said staring at her exposed Gwen's C cup breasts while imagining staring at Trudy's huge D cup breasts. He looked at her with sexual excitement while imagining her sister, Genevieve and her best friend, Heather, sitting there so nakedly exposed. "Be honest. Tell me the truth. If you could, wouldn't you love to make love my mother while sucking her enormous breasts?" "Yes," he said staring at her exposed tits. "Be honest. Tell me the truth. If you could, wouldn't you love to fuck my sister?" She licked her lips with her tongue while staring in his brown eyes with her big, blue eyes. "Yes," he said staring at her trimmed blonde pussy as if he was staring at Genevieve's trimmed blonde pussy. He looked at her as if he was a man dying of thirst. "Be honest. Tell me the truth. If you could, wouldn't you love to have sixty-nine sex with my best friend?" She stuck out her tongue again and wiggled it as if she was licking Heather's pussy in the way he had sexually fantasized so very many times of eating Heather's pussy. "Yes," he said imagining his tongue in Heather's shaved cunt while his cock was buried in her mouth. He stared at his wife's tongue. He stared at his wife's tits. He stared at his wife's exposed pussy while watching her masturbate herself. "Be honest. Tell me the truth. If you could, wouldn't you love for your mother, your sister-in-law, and my best friend to suck your cock? If you could, wouldn't you love to cum in their mouths? If you could, wouldn't you love to watch them swallow your cum while you felt their huge tits and fingered their big nipples?" She continued teasing him by fingering her nipples and rubbing her clit. "Yes! Yes! Oh, God yes," he screamed with the pent up sexual passion that he had for her mother, her sister, and her best friend. "Fuck! Every night for fifteen years, I've been dreaming of your mother, your sister, and your best friend naked while having sex with them. Every night for the past fifteen years, I've been sexually fantasizing of your mother, your sister, and/or your best friend sucking my cock. Every night for the past fifteen years, I've been dreaming of cumming in your mother's mouth, your sister's mouth, and your best friend's mouth," he said with sexual excitement that now replaced his rage. She gave him a smug, self-satisfied, sexy smile. "Being that I've had more than my ration of sexual fun, what if I arrange for my mother, my sister, and my best friend to give you a sexual night that you'll remember for the rest of your life?" She looked at him with confidence while he looked at her with shock. "You could do that for me? You'd do that for me?" He looked at her with sexual excitement. "What if I convince my mother, my sister, and my best friend to allow you to make out with them while feeling them through their clothes? What if I convince my mother, my sister, and my best friend to allow you to strip them naked? What if I convinced my mother, my sister, and my best friend to allow you to feel them and fondle their naked bodies before having sex with their naked bodies?" As if he was a little boy asked if he wanted ice cream, he nodded his head up and down with a big smile on his face. "Oh, my God, that would assuredly go a long way in making us whole again," he said fingering his cock through his pants. He stared at his wife's exposed tits and pussy as if he was staring at Trudy's, Genevieve's, and Heather's exposed tits and pussy. "What if my mother, my sister, and my best friend not only allowed you to fuck them but also sucked you and allowed you to cum in their mouths while watching them swallow?" She looked at him and smiled. "Would you having your wicked, sexual way with the three of them make us even? Would you having your wicked, sexual way with the three of them fix our broken marriage?" Instead of her looking at him with guilt and remorse, she now looked at him with sexual arousal. Instead of him looking at her with sorrow, hurt, and anger, he now looked at her with happiness and sexual excitement. With hope renewed, there is a God. Hallelujah! She proposed a great and fair way for them both to have their cake and eat it too. Having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend seemed an even exchange for her having sex with his brothers, his father, his best friend, his boss, the mailman, UPS man, and the pizza delivery man. Once he licked and fucked her mother, her sister, and her best friend, and once all three women sucked him dry and swallowed his cum, with his dignity restored and self-respect renewed, he could once again hold his head up high. Instead of her being a slutty wife cheating on her husband behind his back, more acceptably appropriate, they'd be a couple of sexy swingers having sex with theirs and close personal friends. "Fuck yeah. Sure, if you could arrange for me to have sex with your Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather, that would make us even. If you could arrange for me to have sex with your mother, your sister, and your best friend, that would go a long way to fixing our broken marriage," he said pausing in thought to renegotiate his sexual deal. "Only..." "Only what?" "Only with you sleeping with everyone dozens of times, I'd have to sleep with your mother, your sister, and your best friend more than once," he said looking at her with sexual excitement. "Being that you had sex with nine men dozens of times, I'd have to sleep with my mother, my sister-in-law, and your best friend a hundred times each." She gave him a sexy smile. "A hundred times each? Wow! That's a lot," she said with a sexy laugh. "Are you sure you're up to that?" She gave him a sexy smile. "Sure, of course, I can arrange for that. Being that I had sex with everyone dozens of times, that's only fair for you to have sex with my mother, my sister, and my best friend a hundred times each or more even," she said giving him the encouragement of another sexy smile. Suddenly forgetting all about the other nine men who'd take up permanent residence in his head and space in his bed whenever he was sexually intimate with his wife, he looked at her with his eyes bugging out of his head. Suddenly, he envisioned his MILF of a mother, Trudy, topless while he fondled her huge tits and sucked on her big nipples before going down to lick and fuck her bushy, blonde pussy. Suddenly, with her big breasts bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side, he imagined of Genevieve on top of him naked while fucking him. Suddenly, he thought of rolling over his sexy sister-in-law to mount her and pound her blonde, trimmed pussy hard enough to make her cum. Suddenly, he imagined Heather sucking his stiff prick while he licked and fingered her pussy. Just as he imagined doing with her mother and sister, he imagined cumming in her best friend's mouth and her swallowing his cum. "Really? Seriously? You'd do that for me? You'd arrange for me to have sex with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather a hundred times each or more? You'd allow me to make your mother, your sister, and your best friend my personal, sexual bitches?" Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 10 He looked at her waiting for her to respond. "Sure, why not? That's only fair that you should get to play too," she said with a shrug of her sexy shoulders. "Only, before you get your hopes up, it's not up to me. It's up to them, of course but I'll do my best to convince all three of them to fuck you and suck you," said Gwen. He looked at her with bewilderment. "How are you going to approach them? I mean, with the three of them hating me, how will you convince them to have sex with me?" She looked at him with confidence. "When I tell them that I had sex with your brothers, your father, your best friend, your boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man, I'm sure they'll all have sex with your too. When I tell them that our marriage is at stake, I'm sure they won't hesitate to give you the hot sex that I received from nine men." As if he was on a sexual cloud floating in Heaven surrounded by naked Angels, namely Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather, Roger couldn't be happier. For sure, a fair trade, her having sex with everyone he knows would be well worth him having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. "Wow! Oh my God, Gwen. I can't believe this. If you can arrange for me to have sex with your mother, your sister, and your best friend a hundred times each that would make us even. I already have an erection imagining fondling and sucking your mother's huge breasts and sucking her big nipples. I already have an erection just thinking about fucking Genevieve. My cock aches just imagining licking Heather's pussy while she blows me," he said. "I'm glad for you," she said giving him a smile. "So, how do we do this, all at once or one at a time? Do I go to their place or do they come here? Would you stay or would you want to watch?" She shrugged him her answer. "That's up to you," she said. "This is your sexual fantasy not mine." He was so happy. A rollercoaster ride from Hell to Heaven to go from being so very sad and angry to being so very sexually excited and happy, he couldn't wait to have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend. "I can't believe this. Oh, my God. In the way you fucked and sucked my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, and nearly everyone else, I can't wait for your mother, your sister, and your best friend to fuck and suck me too. I can't wait to shoot my warm, oozy load of cum in their mouths and watch them all swallow. I can't wait. I just can't wait," he said with sexual excitement. She looked at him to give him the big smile that he gave her when he told her that he was only kidding and that his confessions were nothing more than April Fools' jokes. "Ha! Ha! Aprils Fools'," she said. She gave him the big grin that she gives him when telling him that she got him again. "April Fools? What do you mean April Fools?" Horror replaced his look of sexual excitement. "Be serious Roger. My mother, my sister, and/or my best friend would never fuck and suck you. They all hate you." He looked at her with as much confusion as he looked at her with anger. "Hate me? Why do they hate me why? Why?" Filled with sexual frustration that he wouldn't be having sex with her mother, sister, and best friend one hundred times each, he raised his voice. Just tell me why your mother, your sister, and your best friend so hate me when I've been nothing but good to them?" He searched her eyes with his. "God knows that I love you Roger but good God you are such a stupid man. My mother, my sister, and my best friend all hate you because you're so stupid. Even they knew that I was having sex with the world but you didn't. God love you Roger but you are really dumb not to know that I've been cheating on you behind your back all of these years," said his wife patting his hand for the last time. She looked at him with self-righteousness as if she deserved to have sex with others for having to live with him. "They all think I'm stupid? Everyone knew you were cheating on me but me?" He looked at her with a mixture of shock and hurt. "With you mesmerized by their big tits, always staring at their breasts while drooling as if you were imagining sucking their nipples, my mother, sister, and best friend hate you because you're such a dumb, lecherous fuck." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 11 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. * Chapter Fifteen -- Roger implements stage one of his violent, sexual revenge plan While he remained the faithful, loving, albeit oblivious husband to his wife's sexual affairs for years, Roger was angry, hurt, and sad. Trusting her implicitly and with the thought his wife was sexually faithful and that he was her one and only, until she confessed, little did he know that every man he knew has had sex with her. He had to repeat that fact to wrap his brain around it to acknowledge it, understand it, believe it, and to digest it. Every man he knew has had sex with Gwen, his beloved wife, and the love of his life. Shocking but true, Gwen violated his trust. His wife wasn't faithful. Shocking but sad, she had sex outside of their marriage. She not only cheated on him with one man, she cheated on him with nine men. How about that? Even though she confessed and even though he believed her confession, he couldn't picture his wife sexually active with nine men. More than just his wife cheating on him, every man he trusted had betrayed him. The one woman he loved unconditionally had sexually cheated on him with not just one man but with nine men. Nine men? How could she have sex with another man? Why would she have sex with someone else? How could she have sex with nine men behind his back with him not only not knowing but also not even suspecting? How dare she do that to him? Why would she do that to him? Everyone he knew, her mother, her sisters, and her best friend, his brothers, his father, his best friend, and his boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man all knew that she was having sex with others. Aside from the wives of the men who were having sex with her, with him the only one who didn't know that she was fucking and sucking everyone, how could he not know? How stupid could he be not to see her unfaithfulness? With him always working and with her always home alone while working from home, it was understandable how she could have a secret, sexual life. Stripping her naked and seeing her without her clothes while touching, feeling, and fondling her naked body, it broke his heart and forever wounded his spirit to know that they all had their wicked sexual ways with his wife. It made him crazy to know that Gwen was unfaithful to him and has had sex with nine other men. As if these men were all her surrogate sperm donors, on the pretense of trying to get pregnant, was her supposed reason and justifiable excuse to have sex with others outside of her marriage. Still, at the very least, as husband and wife, her having sex with another man for the sake of getting pregnant, should have been something that they discussed between themselves first. First trying with his brothers, then trying with his father, next trying with his best friend and with his boss, and last trying with the mailman, with the UPS man, and with the pizza delivery man, they all enjoyed the sexual charms of Gwen. Then, with her reason for having sex to get pregnant morphing into her enjoying having sex, she became addicted to sex and was unable to do without having daily, sexual orgasms. With him believing that he was the only man that his wife had ever been sexually intimate with, she was the only woman he's ever been with in a sexual way. Sexually faithful to her, she wasn't sexually faithful to him. If ever he caught her in bed having sex with someone, claiming temporary insanity, in some states and in many countries, he'd get away with murder by shooting his wife and her lovers dead. "Honey. I'm home. Oh, my God. I can't believe you're naked and in bed with my three brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, the mailman, the UPS man, and the pizza delivery man. It's a good thing my gun clip has nine bullets and there's a tenth bullet already in the chamber," Roger imagined saying while pulling his gun from his jacket. "It's a good thing I'm temporarily insane," he imagine saying to his wife and to her nine lovers. "Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! Good-bye Gwen. Bam!" Yet, she wasn't the only one lusting over having sex with others. He was too. He's always sexually lusted over her MILF of a mother, her sexy sister, and her hot best friend. With him filled with erotic dreams during the night, he's had lots of thoughts of bedding other women during the day. Only, he only thought about having sex with others. She actually had sex with others. With him just imagining having sex with three naked women and her actually doing the dirty deed over and again with nine men, they were two very different distinctions. Every night he sexually fantasizes of seeing her mother, her sister, or her best friend naked and having sex with them. Now, ever since he changed his work schedule, instead of only sexually fantasizing of her mother or her sister or her best friend, he sexually fantasizes of her mother, her sister, and her best friend all coming to him one at a time but in the same dream. Yet, even though he'd never cheat on his wife, with him having no control over them, he can't control his thoughts and his dreams. Nonetheless whatever he's thinking and whatever he's dreaming, he could never bring himself to betray his wife's love by having sex with another woman. Something he'd never do, he could never cheat on Gwen. That would be wrong. That would be nasty. That would be foolhardy of him to jeopardize his marriage over and extramarital fling. Even though he lusts over other women, they're just inappropriate, sexual thoughts he has when dreaming and/or he uses to masturbate himself over when horny. Even if they offered their naked bodies to him, he'd never have sex with his mother, his sister-in-law, and/or her best friend. With him in love with Gwen, he'd never act on his sexual fantasies, his horny urges, and his erotic impulses until now. His wife is the only woman for him. He'd never jeopardize the great relationship he enjoys and the happy marriage he thought he had by having a sexual affair, that is until now that it was too late to change the hand that was dealt him. Lord knows there are repercussions to Gwen having sex with other men just as there are repercussions to her confessing that her mother never liked him, her sister disliked him even more, and her best friend hated him. He may not murder her but now with Gwen having already cheated on him, she gave him license to cheat on her. Getting even with her with his revenge, in the way that she's had sex with nine, other men, he wouldn't feel guilty about having sex with nine, other women, twelve other women, actually, when counting her mother, her sister, and her best friend. "With her so beautiful, so sexy, and so sexual, how could I have been so stupid and so naïve to trust her alone with any man? What was I thinking? They're only human after all." Allowing them all to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes, with her no innocent victim but a willing participant in wanting to be impregnated, she French kissed them while feeling them through their clothes too. Allowing them to fondle her breasts and suck and finger her nipples, she allowed them all to lick and finger her pussy to orgasmic, sexual pleasure. Then, making love to her before fucking her, she allowed them to put their pricks where he thought he was the only man to put his cock in the holiest of holy places, his wife's pussy. If her only intention was just to get pregnant, she would have fucked them, just fucked them, without all of the foreplay and without all of the sweet talking, love making. If her only intention was just to get pregnant, she wouldn't have allowed them to lick her pussy and to give her an orgasm with their fingers and with their mouths? If her only intention was just to get pregnant, she wouldn't have sucked their cocks and allow them to waste their sperm in her mouth and down her throat instead of depositing all of their baby making love juice in her pussy? If her only intention was just to get pregnant, why would she even kiss them, French kiss them? If her only intention was just to get pregnant, they wouldn't even have to get naked. Only, she had another agenda. Now with him knowing that every man he knows has had their cocks in his wife's cunt and in her mouth, he's angry. He's sad. He's broken and he's gone mad with thoughts of revenge. Now it's all about getting even. Now it's all about treating them all with disrespect in the way that they all treated him disrespectfully. Now it's all about him having sex with her mother, her sister, her best friend, and the women of those nine men who had sex with his wife. With her having had sex with nine men, he'll be having sex with twelve women dozens of times, hundreds of times, before he's done with his revenge. If it wasn't enough that she was unfaithful to him with just one man, nine men saw her naked. Nine men touched, felt, and fondled her naked body. She sucked them all. She took all of their pricks in her mouth and blew them. She blew nine men while stroking nine men until they all ejaculated their cum in her mouth over and again before she swallowed their warm, oozy loads. Years of her sucking and fucking nine men, nine men licked and fucked her. Nine men gave her multiple orgasms. Nine men had sex with his wife while disrespecting him. How dare she? How could she? How dare they? How could they? "Frigging cum slut. She's nothing by a no good, miserable whore," he said for no one to hear. Now that he knows the truth, he was glad that he didn't have children with her. What kind of mother would she have been after having sex throughout their entire marriage with nine other men? Had they had daughters and had they found out her sexual past, what kind of example would she have set for them? Had they had sons and in the way that she enticed nine other men and had sex with them, maybe she would have had sex with their sons too. Now that he knows the truth, with him looking forward to having some sexual action himself, it's Roger's turn to get even. With him a virgin when he married Gwen and practically still a virgin now with only having had sex with his wife, now it's Roger's turn to have some sexy fun with a bevy of other women. Now it's Roger's turn to have some sexy fun with a dozen, other women while getting even with his wife for cheating on him and while getting even with the nine men who had sex with her. Now it's Roger's turn to ruin the lives of those others who've ruined his life. Tit for tat, what comes around goes around. Now it's Roger's turn to make those feel the hurt that they made him feel in abusing him as a brother, a son, a friend, an employee, and a customer. "We'll see how you like it when I have forced sex with all of your wives in the way that you had consensual sex with my wife," said Roger talking to himself. "We'll see how you like it when I strip your wives naked and see them all naked. We'll see how you like it when I touch them, feel them, and fondle them in places only they allowed their husbands to touch, feel, and fondle them. We'll see how you like it when I make all of your wives fuck me and then suck me? We'll see how you like it when I make your wives my sexual slaves and my sexy bitches. We'll see how you like it when your wives love me instead of you." With him already the laughing stock of his family, his friends, and the entire neighborhood, feeling that he had nothing to lose, Roger was ready to cross the line from normalcy to lunacy. By all intents and purposes and already fitting the definition of insanity, he was insane with the sexual lust that he had for Gwen's mother, her sister, and her best friend. With everyone pushing him too far, they had no one to blame for his violent, sexual actions but themselves. Once he got his revenge, no more Mr. Nice Guy, he was forever done with all of them. For every man who saw his wife naked, he promised to see their wives naked too. For every man who had his prick in Gwen's mouth and buried deep in her pussy, he vowed that he'd violate their wives in the same sexually, inappropriate way. For every man who fucked Gwen, he'd fuck their wives and he'd make their women cum. Instead of being revolted, feeling disgusted, and feeling violated, he'd make them enjoy being used, abused, and raped. Replacing the sexual lust they have for their husband with the sexual lust that they have for him, he'd make them all his bitches. For every man Gwen blew, he'd force their wives to suck him too. He'd love nothing more than to watch twelve women undress while touching them and feeling them where only their husbands were allowed to touch and feel them. He'd take great joy in cumming in their mouths and forcing them to swallow him. He'd take great sexual pleasure in seeing the angry and humiliated looks on their faces by him using them and abusing them in the way that every man he knows used his wife and abused his good nature. Even if he had to strip their wives naked, force them, tie them up, and rape them, he do that to get even. In the way that he was an innocent victim, not caring if their wives were innocent victims too, he was ready to take his sweet revenge out on the women of those men who ruined his marriage and destroyed his life by having sex with his wife. "Bastards! No good sons of bitches! Assholes," he said shaking his fist in the air at all of those who ruined his life. If only for the sake of Trudy never liking him, Genevieve disliking him even more, and Heather hating him, he was ready to take out his sexual revenge on Gwen's mother, her sister, and her best friend. For all the things he's done over the years in helping the three women lighten their loads, while they hid their insincerity and hid their hatred for him, it was time for him to get even with them. Even if he had to force them, strip them naked, and rape them, it was time for him to have his wicked, sexual way with his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Payback is a bitch and with these three women all total bitches, he was going to enjoy what he had planned for them. "How do you like me now Mom?" He imagined saying to Gwen's mother after stripping her naked, fucking her, and cumming in her mouth while watching her swallow his cum. Oh, yeah, he'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth while feeling her huge tits and fingering her big nipples. In the well-mannered, reserved way that she comports herself, he'd love to rattle her cage by stripping her naked and shock her by sticking his prick in her mouth. "How do you like me now Genevieve?" He imagined saying to Gwen's sister after stripping her naked and fucking her hard and fucking her fast. In the way that he fucked her and she fucked him in his dreams of her, he imagined fucking her in the way she's never been fucked before. He imagined fucking her as if she was some slut he picked up in a bar just before closing time. Instead of respecting her as his wife's sister and his sister, he imagined treating her like the whore that she really is and pounding her pussy until she exploded in an orgasm. He imagined forgoing putting a pillow over her mouth as he did in his sexual fantasies of her and allowing her to scream her sexual pleasure to high Heaven. "How do you like me now Heather?" He imagined saying to his wife's best friend while having sixty-nine sex with her naked body and forcing her to suck him while he licked her shaved pussy to orgasm. With her the one that he liked the most, and with him more sexually attracted to her than he was to his mother and his sister-in-law, it hurt him the most to now know that she hated him. In the way that he loved her and would have married her had he not been married to Gwen, just as he didn't understand how his wife's mother and sister could hate him, he didn't understand how Heather could hate him too. What did he do to them for the three women to so hate him? Now with the knowledge that she hates him, he'd have a particular good time forcing his fingers and his tongue in her cunt while she sucked his cock until he ejaculated in her mouth. Instead of lovingly eating Heather, just as he'd disrespect his mother and his sister-in-law by having rough sex with them, he'd treat Heather in the same way. Why not? If they all already hate him, he may as well give them a reason to hate him. Excited about taking his revenge, he imagined stripping Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather naked. Naked, naked, naked. Finally, instead of just seeing them naked in his dreams, he'd see them naked in real life and in real time. Finally he'd be able to touch, feel, and fondle their naked bodies. Finally, he'd be able to fuck his MILF of a mother and his sexy sister-in-law before forcing them to blow him. Because he still likes her enough to give her special treatment, turning her around in the sixty-nine position, he'd lick Heather's pussy while she blew him. Then, just when they all thought he was done having sex with their naked bodies, he'd force the three women to have sex with him again. Holding them prisoner, again and again, he'd have sex with their naked bodies one hundred times before allowing them to leave. One hundred times each, he'd make love to all three women. One hundred times each, he'd fuck all three of their pussies. One hundred times each, he'd force the three women to blow him. One hundred times each, he'd cum in their mouths and watch them swallow him. One hundred times, each, he'd make them his sex slaves and sexual bitches. "How do you like me now bitches after hating me? How do you like me now after I had my wicked sexual way with your naked bodies dozens of times? How do you like me now that I've made you my personal, sexual slaves? How do you like me now that you're all my sexy bitches?" As per agreed by Gwen before she yelled her joke in his face, she said that she'd convince her mother, her sister, and her best friend to have sex with him. With her having sex with nine men dozens of times, he'd have sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend one-hundred times each. He couldn't wait to ejaculate one-hundred loads of cum in Trudy's mouth, in Genevieve's mouth, and in Heather's mouth. He couldn't wait to fuck each woman one-hundred times before allowing them to leave the imprisoned confines of his cellar. "Ha! Ha! April Fools'," laughed Gwen while ruining his sexual fantasy and something he'll be having nightmares over. She got him so very sexually excited and then she pulled the rug out from under him. When he fell, with him already consumed with thoughts of having sex with her mother, her sister, and her best friend, he fell hard. "I was just kidding about my mother, my sister, and my best friend having sex with you," he remembered Gwen saying. With shock replacing his sexual excitement, he looked at her stunned. "You were just kidding? It was just an April Fools' joke?" A rollercoaster ride from Heaven to Hell, he remembered being so very sexually excited that Gwen was going to persuade her mother, her sister, and her best friend to have sex with him as her concession to her having sex with nine men. Then, in a mean streak, she pulled the plug, told him that her convincing her mother, sister, and best friend to have sex with him was just an April Fools' joke. How could his wife be so cruel? How could his wife be so mean to tease him with sex and then deny him that pleasure? "They'd never have sex with you because they hate you," she said. "With you mesmerized by their big tits and always staring at their breasts while drooling as if you were imagining sucking their nipples, they all think you're such a dumb, lecherous fuck," he remembered his wife hurting him with her words. Even more hurtful than her pulling the plug on him having sex with her mother, her sister, and with her best friend was the fact that the three women so prominent in his life and so important to his wife, all hate him. They hate him? Why do they all hate him? What did he ever do to them for them to hate him? Helping them with things constantly, he's been nothing but respectful and nice. He's been nothing but good to the three of them. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 11 After having sex one-hundred times each with Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather, he'd have sex dozens of times with his brothers' wives, Diane, Brenda, and Audrey. In the way his sisters have always flirted with him over the years, now was the time to call their bluff and to fuck the three women and to have the three women suck his cock. Then, once finished with his sisters-in-law, he'd take his revenge out on his father's young, sexy, slutty girlfriend, Crystal. After having his wicked sexual way with Crystal, he'd have sex with his best friend's wife, Jennifer, and with his boss's way too young, hot wife, Jessica. Finally, he'd track down where the mailman, the UPS driver, and the pizza delivery man all lives and when they're out working, he'll have sex with their wives too. "Oh, yeah, ready to spread the sexual joy, his violent, sexual, albeit insane plan was the perfect plan for revenge. I can't wait to begin," he said rubbing his hands together in the way that a fly rubs its legs together when poised on a lump of excrement. * * * * * He couldn't wait to implement his five stage plan of violent, sexual revenge. Stage one of his plan of violent, sexual revenge, is stripping the three of them naked and having sex with his wife's mother, Trudy, her sister, Genevieve, and best friend, Heather. Stage two of his five stage plan of violent, sexual revenge is stripping the three of them naked and having sex with his sisters, Diane, Brenda, and Audrey. Step three of his five stage plan of violent, sexual revenge is having sex with his father's way too young, slutty girlfriend, Crystal. Stage four of his five stage plan of violent, sexual revenge is having sex with his best friend's wife, Jennifer and his boss' way too young, hot wife, Jessica. Last but not least of his five stage plan of violent, sexual revenge is having sex with the wives of the mailman, UPS man, and pizza deliveryman. Just as he finished formulating his five stage plan of violent, sexual revenge, perfect timing, his mother pulled up in her Mercedes with Genevieve riding shotgun and with Heather in the backseat. With the three of them always talking, he stood by the window to watch the women flapping their gums before they alighted from the car. Suddenly seeing them all for what they are, rich, spoiled bitches, it was time he put them all in their place. It was time he took them down a notch for them to see how other people live. It was time that he stripped the three of them naked. Naked, naked, naked. It was time that he fucked them and forced them to blow him. It was time that he sexually controlled them in the way that they've emotionally controlled him and took advantage of his kindness over the years. Genevieve was first out of the car. Flashing him her pink panties by alighting from the passenger side of the car as if she was a sailor climbing out of a dinghy, so different from her sister, there was nothing ladylike about her. In the way she alighted from the car so unladylike, he wondered if she knew he was watching. He wondered if she was giving him a show between her legs of her panties. God, she's such a slut. Heather was next out of the car. Sliding her shapely ass across the seat, she flashed him her pale blue panties when climbing out of the car with her short skirt nearly up to her waist. As soon as he saw her blue panties, all he could think of is removing her panties. All he could think of is seeing her pussy that he imagined was shaved and velvety soft. All he could think of is fingering her pussy while licking her pussy as she sucked his cock and he ejaculated his load of cum in her mouth. Then, Trudy appeared from the driver's side of the car wearing her uniform of choice, a white, button blouse and a powder blue, short skirt. Even from this distance he could see her huge D cup bra through her blouse. He suspected his mother was more a double D cup than she was a D cup. As if she was a 18th century women strapped in a corset, when wearing her low cut, unbuttoned blouses that she always wore, she showed much more cleavage wearing a smaller and tighter brassiere. Now, never thinking of her as a whore before, in the way that Gwen was and her sister Genevieve was, he now suspected that Trudy was a whore too. With Heather, Gwen's best friend, no doubt, in the way that Gwen was a whore, now he figured that Heather was a cock loving whore too. "Whore! Whore! Whore!" he said through his living room bay window as they walked from the car to his front door. In the way his mother was so well preserved, coifed, and groomed, if he didn't know she was 60-years-old, he'd think she was 45-years-old. Tall, thin, and shapely, in the way she carried herself and in the articulate way she spoke, she reminded him of Dina Merrill, an actress of old, but with tits. In the way she talked and in the way she walked, with her nose raised high in the air, she thought she was better than everyone else. With her having money, she thought she could buy everything and everyone. As if responding to an invitation to his private, sexual party, he watched the three of them walk up the walkway in single file with Trudy leading the way with Genevieve behind her and Heather taking up the rear. In the horny way he felt right now, he'd love to give it to all three of them up the rear. Oh, yeah, showing them who's the boss, he'd love to fuck them all in the ass. Bending them over, lifting their short skirts, and pulling down their panties, he'd fuck them like a dog while feeling their tits. Humping them hard and humping them fast, he'd really make them his sexy bitches. "How do you like me now?" He imagined asking Trudy the question while fucking her in her ass and while feeling her huge double D breasts and fingering her big, hard nipples. "With you never liking me, do you like me a little bit now that my cock is buried in your ass?" "How do you like me now?" He imagined asking Genevieve the question same question that he asked her mother while fucking her hard in her ass and while feeling her C cup tits and fingering her erect nipples. "With you disliking me even more than your mother, do you like me a little better now that my cock is buried in your ass? "How do you like me now?" He imagined asking Heather the same question that he asked Trudy and Genevieve while fucking her in her ass and while feeling her C cup tits and fingering her erect nipples. "Do you still all hate me now that my cock is buried in your ass?" As if he was a human version of the big, bad wolf or Count Dracula, and certainly he was, he opened the front door wide just as they walked up the steps. "Ladies. Welcome," said Roger allowing them in his house of horrors. Trudy shot him an angry look. Something he's never seen or noticed before, she looked at him as if she hated him. She looked at him that if she had a gun, she'd shoot him. A stunning insight, he really never saw her for who she really is, a real bitch, until now. 'Wow!' "Where's my daughter?" She shot him a deadly look. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Perhaps he's seen that look before but he never put her look together with hate. He always thought she was just anxious or annoyed over something or someone else. He never saw her anger directed at him before until now. Now, that he knows she never liked him, he can see that she hates him. "Where's my sister?" As if they were chained together with Trudy pulling her daughter along, Genevieve pushed by him to get in the house after her mother. Heather ran up the front steps as if she was avoiding being shot by a sniper. "Where's Gwen? Gwen? Gwen? Gwen? Where are you?" The three women shouted out for Gwen throughout the reception hall and shouted up the front stairs that led to the bedrooms. He closed the door behind them and locked it before turning to face his imagined firing squad of estrogen laden women poised at the ready to attack him. If only they knew what they were in for, they'd scream. If only they knew what they were in for, they'd desperately try to leave. The song, Hotel California by the Eagles played through his head. "Relax" said Roger. 'We are programmed to receive. You can check-out at any time you like but you can never leave,' he wanted to say but didn't. He couldn't wait to tell them and show them the big surprise in-store that he had for his mother, his sister-in-law, and his wife's best friend. "Roger, where's Gwen?" Seemingly they all said at once. After Trudy, Genevieve, and Heather barged in his house as if they owned the place, they ran from room to room looking for their beloved Gwen. "We've been calling her cell phone for days and there's no answer," said Trudy. Now armed with the fact that his MILF of a mother never liked him, his sexy sister-in-law disliked him even more, and his wife's best friend hated him, he looked at them without feelings or mercy. With him looking at them in the way they must have viewed him after all of these years, there's be no denying him his stage one plan of violent, sexual revenge now. Glad that they were all here, making his plan easier to begin, it was time for him to seek his revenge. "I'm glad you're all here," he said staring from Trudy's huge tits to stare at Genevieve's big breasts and before staring at Heather's big tits. First he looked at them as three beautiful women all stylishly dressed. Then, he looked at him as if they were women that he wanted to strip naked and physically use and sexually abuse. Staring at their big bra clad breasts as if they were already topless, he looked from Trudy and to Genevieve before concentrating his focus on Heather. "Get out of those clothes," he said looking back at Trudy. "Take them off," he said waving a lackadaisical hand. Trudy looked at him as if he was drunk or insane. Certainly he wasn't drunk but he was definitely, certifiably insane. If only they knew what he was planning, they'd surely rush the door and try to flee. Only and obviously, with them all having known him for twenty years, not suspecting that he'd do bad things with their naked bodies, they weren't panicked...yet. "I beg your pardon? Get out of our clothes? Is that what you just said to us?" She laughed. Then, she looked from Roger to look at her daughter, Genevieve, before looking at Heather and before returning her focus to Roger. "Did you just dare to ask us to remove our clothes? Have you been drinking Roger?" He walked up to her and feeling his mother's huge tits with both hands, he felt her huge breasts through her blouse and bra. Immediately, if his fingers where the legs of a cockroach walking on her, she slapped his hands away. He put his hand on her breast again and felt her emerging nipple through her blouse and bra. This time, instead of slapping his hand away, she looked down at his hand while watching his fingers fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra. "Yes. You heard me correctly. I said get out of those clothes. Strip," he said taking a step back. He looked from Trudy to look at Genevieve and finally turned his focus to Heather. "Get naked now," he said with his eyes bulging out of his head and raising his voice as if he was a terrorist with a bomb. Staying true to the slutty reputation that she has, Genevieve was first to start undressing. Unbuttoning her blouse, unashamed, unembarrassed, and with her head held high, she flayed open her blouse to expose her bra clad breasts and long, line of cleavage to her brother. Following her lead, Heather began unbuttoning her blouse too only much slower and more reluctantly. Where Genevieve didn't show any shame or embarrassment, Heather looked uncomfortably embarrassed. Already giving him her bitchy attitude, with her not making a move to undress, seemingly Gwen's mother would be more of a problem. "How dare you to talk to me in such a sexually inappropriate way? I'll do no such thing," said Trudy with her ever present superior attitude. "I'll not remove my clothes. Genevieve! Stop undressing," she said to her daughter before giving her undivided attention to her son. "Where's my daughter?" Roger gave her a diabolical laugh as if he was an escaped patient in an insane asylum while Genevieve and Heather continued undressing. "Don't fret about Gwen. She's fine. I have her tied to a pole in the cellar. I'm taking you all down to the cellar to see her," he said. Trudy's eyes bugged out of her head as if she had just seen a cockroach. "What?" Trudy looked from Roger to look at Genevieve. Both women suddenly stopped undressing. "Why is my Gwen tied to a pole in the cellar?" As if bored with her backtalk, Roger sighed loudly and rolled his eyes. "In the way that you all knew that Gwen had her wicked sexual way with my brothers, my father, my best friend, my boss, the mailman, the UPS driver, and the pizza delivery man, I plan to have my wicked sexual way with the three of you," said Roger without emotion but with a look of sexual excitement on his face. He smiled at Trudy before smiling at Genevieve and Heather. "Sex? With the three of us? How dare you? Over my dead body," said Trudy. "You're not man enough to handle one of us never mind having sex with the three of us," she said giving him a hateful, hurtful look. "I'll never have sex with you. I'll never remove my clothes. I plan on remaining fully dressed until the police come. Call the police," she said to Genevieve who searched her pocketbook for her cell phone. Roger looked from Trudy to look at Gwen. "Give me your phones. Hand them over. All of them. Give me your phones now," said Roger raising his voice to show not only that he meant business but also to show them evidence of his lunacy. Immediately Genevieve and Heather handed him their cell phones. Then, when Trudy gave him a look of disobedient insubordination, showing her who's the boss, Roger walked over to her and gave her a pensive look before slapping her hard across her face. 'Whack!' The slap pushed her head to one side and the sound of his hand against the side of Trudy's face made Genevieve and Heather jump in fright. Then, with one downward pull of his big hand, with buttons flying everywhere and bouncing along the reception hall's hardwood floor, he ripped open her blouse. As if she was some whore he paid to sexually use and abuse for the night, Roger ripped open his mother's blouse. Too shocked to even cover her exposed brassiere and long, sexy line of cleavage, she stood there with her big mouth hanging open and her big, white bra totally exposed. She opened her purse, pulled out her cell phone, and handed that to her son-in-law along with her submission. "Now that wasn't so difficult, was it? Get naked now or else," he said pulling out his handgun that was tucked in his pants in the small of his back and waving the gun at the three women. "I want to see some skin." First to obey, Genevieve removed her pants and Heather followed her by removing her pants too. Something he's only imagined in his sexual fantasies about them, both women stood before him in their bra and panties while Trudy removed her blouse before unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her short skirt. With all three women dressed only in their underwear, Roger ushered them down the cellar stairs to the cellar. "Now let's go see Gwen down the cellar, shall we? C'mon, move. Everyone down the cellar," he said still brandishing his gun while walking behind Heather with Genevieve in front of her and Trudy leading the trio. "Roger, you don't have to do this," said Genevieve stopping on the stairs to give her brother a sexy look and a deep wet kiss. "You don't have to hold a gun to my head for me to fuck you," she said in a sexy whisper with a dirty laugh while putting her hand on the barrel of the gun and stroking it as if she was stroking his cock. Then, when Genevieve moved away and continued down the stairs, Heather turned to look at him. "What if we were really nice to you," she said breathlessly, "if you know what I mean?" As if she was one of the slutty Kardashians, she slowly slid her hand down the front of him and stopped to feel and grab a handful of his cock through his pants. "We'll see how nice you are once you're downstairs," said Roger. He remembered Gwen telling him that the three women hated him. He remembered what his wife said, much like men, women don't have to like a man to be sexually attracted to a man. He recalled the sexual fantasies that he's had of her mother, her sister, and her best friend for the past fifteen years. Now, finally, his sexual fantasy was going to be his sexual reality. Roger escorted the three women down the stairs and locked the cellar door behind him with a key. With the backdoor that led to the yard locked too, there was no escaping his lunacy. With him the keeper of this zoo, they were not only his sexual guests but also his soon to be caged animals. "Pick a pole and sit in front of it," he said. "But before you do, take off those panties and bras." He pushed the back of Heather's shoulder to hurry her along. "Gwen," said Trudy running to her daughter. "Gwen," said Genevieve running to her sister. "Gwen," said Heather. "Are you okay?" The three women surrounded Gwen who sat on the cellar floor naked with her wrists positioned behind her back and tied to a pole. "Oh, my God," said Trudy. "How dare you hurt my daughter? She has bruises all over her neck. What did you do to her?" She looked at him with a much anger as she looked at him with hate. "Did you strangle her? Did you try to kill her? I'll have you arrested. I'll have you put in jail for what you've done to Gwen and for what you plan to do with the three of us." Roger pushed Trudy away from her daughter. "Strip, I said. Get naked," said Roger pushing his mother's shoulder. Reluctantly, Gwen's mother reached behind her to unhook her massive bra. As if he was listening to the tumbler clicks to the combination of a safe, Roger listened to Trudy undoing the four hooks that held her massive, underwire bra in place. One, two, three, and four. Her bra was unhooked and as if she was a stripper on stage performing a striptease, Roger watched his mother remove her bra straps from her shoulders, first one and then the other. As if she removed her brassiere in slow motion, he waited with baited, sexual anticipation to see what he's only ever imagined seeing in his sexual fantasies. For the past fifteen years, he's been lusting over his imagining seeing, touching, feeling, and fondling his mother-in-law's tits and now here they were. As if teasing him, she stared at him while holding her bra cups in place with her two hands. First one and then the other, she removed her bra cups to expose her D cup breasts that looked more like double D cup breasts. With her showing no modesty and/or shame, as if she was exposing a set of twin, full moons to her son, she put her arms down by her side to show Roger her huge breasts. Topless, topless, topless, Trudy was topless in front of him. Topless, topless, topless, he was finally seeing his mother's tits. Topless, topless, topless, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing Trudy's naked breasts. "Are you happy now," she said looking down at her tits as if wanting to see what Roger was seeing of her. "You've stared, leered, and ogled them long enough. Here they are Roger. Here's my tits for your viewing pleasure." Roger walked over to her. "Wow," said Roger staring at her naked breasts. "They're even bigger than I imagined. May I?" She looked at him as if he was nuts and, certifiably, he was. "You order me to strip naked and now you're asking my permission to touch my naked breasts," she said sighing and rolling her eyes in the same way that Gwen always does. "That's a bit convoluted even for you," said Trudy. Wife's Mom, Sister & Best Friend Ch. 11 "May I?" He asked again with his hands at the ready. "Yes, of course, you may touch and feel my breasts. Go ahead and have your wicked, sexual way with my naked breasts. Just don't hurt my daughters and Heather and please refrain from fingering my nipples," she said as if goading him to finger her nipples. Roger touched his mother's huge breasts. He felt her tits. He fondled her big boobs. Then, when he ran a hand across her emerging nipples, she gasped. He fingered her big nipples. Turning them, twisting them, and pulling them, he leaned down to suck them, first one and then the other. He took a step back to enjoy the topless sight of her huge breasts and erect nipples. "Now your panties. Take them off," he said. "Show me your naked pussy and ass. I always wanted to know what Gwen's mother looks like naked." With her thumbs positioned inside her panties, Trudy slid her underpants down and off. Naked, naked, naked. Just as he imagined of her in his sexual fantasies, he saw his mother's bushy, blonde pussy. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother-in-law naked. "Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm standing here totally exposed," said Trudy. "This is so embarrassing. This is so humiliating. When I report what you've done here to the police, you'll pay dearly with your freedom for this Roger." Roger made a face at her to show her that he didn't care. "Now, you," he said pointing his gun at Genevieve. "Get naked. Take off your bra and panty." Not wasting a second, Genevieve stripped herself naked. First her panty and then her bra. "Happy?" Genevieve twirled around and then with her back to her brother, she bent at the waist and reached behind herself to spread her ass cheeks. "Would you like to search me too?" She stuck a finger in her pussy and licked it as if she was sucking his cock. Roger smiled at his sexy sister's sexual brazenness. "God you're such a whore. I only wish Gwen was more like you," said Roger. "If she was more the whore for me than she was for everyone else, we all wouldn't be here today." He looked from Genevieve's naked body to look at Trudy's naked body before focusing on Heather's underwear clad body. "Now you," he said to Heather. "Get naked. Show me your body." Heather obliged her best friend's husband by removing her bra and then her panty. "Nice wax job," said Genevieve staring at Heather's bald pussy. Roger stared at Heather's pussy as if he was already imagining licking it. "I knew you'd have a shaved cunt," said Roger. Trudy walked to her son naked. "I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. I'll even allow you to cum in my mouth and I'll swallow your cum. Only, don't hurt my daughters and don't hurt Heather. If you allow Gwen, Genevieve, and Heather to leave, I'll give you hot sex," she said giving him a deep, wet kiss while reaching down to feel his erection through his pants. "Sorry but you're going to give me hot sex anyway," she Roger breaking off her kiss to speak. "All of you are going to give me hot sex. I won't hurt your daughters or Heather. I promise. As my way of getting even with Gwen for all that she did in having sex with nine men, I only want to have sex with the three of you while my wife watches. Now get on your knees bitch and start sucking my cock before I slap you again," he said to Trudy. He pushed Trudy down to her knees with a heavy hand to her shoulder. Sticking his gun in his pocket, he unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. Then, exposing his cock to Gwen's mother, he pulled his pants and underwear down. Kicking off her shoes, he stepped out of pants and underwear, put a heavy hand to the back of Trudy's head, and impaled his mother's mouth with his hard, erect cock. Humping her mouth and fucking her face, he was finally getting more than just a fantasy blowjob from his mother. After sexually fantasizing of Trudy sucking his cock for fifteen, long, sexually frustrating years, since his Honeymoon night, after Gwen passed out exhausted and drunk, he was finally having his wicked, sexual way with his mother-in-law. Well worth the wait, with the April Fools' joke backfiring on Gwen, he couldn't believe he was finally exacting his violent sexual revenge on her mother, her sister, and her best friend. "You're next Genevieve and then you Heather," he said. "Go sit on the mattress over there and don't move until I'm ready for you." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote.