“I wonder what this is?” Marnie wondered as she picked up the envelope from her father’s things. Being the eldest of his children, it fell to her to sort through his belongings after his passing. She slipped the neatly folded papers from the envelope and started reading:
As I lie here in this hospital bed, I find I have plenty of time to reflect on my life. I’m not proud of all the things I did, but on reflection, I have had a good life, and I hope I have left this world a better place than I came into it. My children are my greatest accomplishment, especially Marnie. Of my five children, she has the most common sense in a world where common sense is not common enough.
“Five?” she whispered. “I only have two siblings, what does he mean five?” She continued reading.
Some of my fondest memories these past few months have been of the women who have come into my life. I’ve loved most of them, but others were just ships that passed in the night.
My first lover was my Aunt Elizabeth, Betty to most of the family but Auntie Beth to me. My mother’s youngest sister, she was 9 years younger than Mom and only 7 years older than me. Yes, Mom had me at 16. Being the eldest of her nephews, she took it as her personal responsibility to make sure I had a proper education to prepare me for the world. Those preparations included how to bring pleasure to a woman. I was 17, she had just turned 25, the first time we made love. She taught me how to use my lips, tongue and fingers to bring out the best in a woman’s passion, something my other lovers much appreciated even though they knew nothing about her.
“Oh, my God!” Marnie whispered, not wanting to disturb her other siblings who were downstairs packing up the things in the house.
Auntie Beth’s body was the first one I’d ever explored, and she guided me along the way, showing me how to watch and listen to a woman as she reacted to my kisses and touches. The way she inhaled sharply when my lips stopped after finding a sensitive spot, or the soft sighs when my tongue touched her in certain places, were lessons that served me better than any I had ever learned in a classroom.
The first time I saw her naked, I was enthralled. Back in those days, the only way for a 17-year-old to see a naked woman was to steal his father’s dirty magazines from his workshop. To see a real woman in the flesh was just hard to believe. She took my fingers and moved them to the various parts of her body, telling me where girls liked to be touched. When she guided them down to the tuft of soft curly hair between her thighs, it shocked me how warm and damp she was. I learned that day that was how a woman reacts when she is aroused, information that I made use of many times later in my life.
She urged me to taste her. I inhaled the musky aroma, and when I flicked my tongue forward to tease that firm little nub at the top of her pretty folds, she jumped a little. I flicked it again, and she sighed, telling me to lick it harder. Her taste was neither sweet nor salt but it definitely had a flavor to it. It was the slickness of her fluid that I noticed most, and she explained that it was her body preparing itself for penetration. My mind immediately jumped to that idea, and as I began moving to do just that, she stopped me. “There’s no hurry,” she told me. “Take your time, we’ll get there!” How many times have I said that to a lover over the years?
Then she told me she was ready. She lay back and opened her legs to me, and I moved between them. She reached down with her hand to guide me into the proper place and whispered to move my hips forward. When I did, I felt that exquisite feeling of my manhood being enveloped by that snug, warm feeling for the first time. I wish I had lasted longer, but she had aroused me to such a fever that I only lasted about half a minute. My body spasmed and jerked and then stiffened as I came inside her.
When it was over, I apologized, but she soothed me, telling me it was okay and that it would get better with experience. She cuddled and kissed me softly until I fell asleep in her arms. When I awoke, we did it all over again, this time with less guidance from her and more initiative from me. She was right, it was better the second time around!
We made love many times over that summer, every opportunity we got to be alone, we explored each other’s bodies. By the end of the summer, she told me I was ready and that I would likely be the best lover any woman could ever want to have. Years later, on her deathbed, she told me that I was not her first or her last, but I was the best. I mourned her death as deeply as I had my mother’s, and no other woman I was ever with after her ever measured up.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, Dad!” Marnie whispered. “Your own aunt? That’s fucked up!” She was almost afraid to keep reading for fear of what other perversions she might discover. Her curiosity won out, but she knew she didn’t have time to finish the letter at the moment. She tucked it into her purse and told herself she might finish it later.
The next day, after her husband had gone off to work and her kids to school, she sat down and took out the letter again. She sipped her coffee and started reading from where she’d left off.
During my freshman year at college, I met the woman who would eventually become my wife. Katherine, or Kate as I called her, was my lab partner during our first-year chemistry course, and boy, was there chemistry! I fell for her the first time I saw her, and I realized much later in life that it was probably because her body was very much like Auntie Beth’s. She was of similar height, weight, and build, with maybe an extra inch or two at the hips and breasts. She was by far more intelligent than I was; that was evident from the start. I would learn later that she was far more adventurous than I was as well.
We went to my place to work on the lab report, and what should have taken about 3 hours to complete took us nearly 3 days! I used every trick that Auntie Beth had taught me, and by the end of the weekend, she had pledged her undying love for me.
We were together for over 60 years, 54 of them as husband and wife. During that time, we had other lovers, with and without each other’s knowledge, but we always went back to each other.
Together, we reached the pinnacle of sexual arousal. We experimented with all sorts of things, some of which I gather are rather commonplace now, but back in the day, they were scandalous. Anal sex was my favourite, but not so much hers. Watching my hard shaft, slick with a jelly lubricant, slide in and out of her perfect bum was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Little did I know at the time that I would see many more erotic sights with her. She tolerated me fucking her bum because I asked her to do it, but I knew she didn’t really like it. We only ever did it that one time.
Then there was the time we engaged with another couple. I thought we’d seen and done it all, but watching her with another woman was the stuff of pure fantasy! They loved each other instinctively and without restraint, and it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Afterwards, when they had recovered, she came back to me, again professing her undying love for me and thanking me for allowing her to have that experience. I never expected any quid pro quo for it, but she must have sensed that I did because she told me she wanted me to make love to our friend next. We fuck while my wife and her husband watched, and then we watched as they did. Seeing his cock slide between her ruby-painted lips and spray his issue onto her face was incredible, as was watching the two women lick each other clean. We continued our relationship with them for nearly four years until they moved away.
There were two repeat performances, one at their home when we went to visit on holiday a few years later, and one on a cruise we took together after our youngest child had graduated from university. For seven days and six nights, we exchanged spouses and shared each other in almost every way imaginable. It was during that cruise that they told us that he was infertile and that her two children were my son and daughter. Kate had known all along and said she was happy I could do that for them.
“So that’s where the other two kids came from,” Marnie breathed. It surprised her when she realized she’d slipped her hand down the front of her pants and was teasing her clit after reading the descriptions of her parents’ love life.
There were other experimentations with things like making naughty videos of ourselves, restraining each other, and watching each other masturbate. None of those became a regular part of our love lives, but they were fun to try.
Then came the awful, terrible winter. Our kids were cooped up in the house a lot because of the weather, and they were taking their frustration and boredom out on her. I should have stayed and helped more, but I selfishly used the opportunity to travel to give myself a break from the madness. I also used it to make a mockery of my marriage vows.
It met Evangeline Or Eva, as she preferred, on a business trip to Phoenix. She was young, lithe, impossibly pretty, and available. She’d just come out of a relationship and was vulnerable. I am ashamed to admit I took advantage of her.
Four times that winter, I travelled to Phoenix for business. Each time I violated my wedding vows and each time when I left her i was filled with remorse. The guilt was crushing me and served only to make the problems at home worse. Finally, I could no longer stand it. It was March break, and we sent our kids away to ski camp so we’d have some time to be alone.
I confessed my indiscretions to her, and it was not pretty. She swore, threw things, cursed me and vowed to leave me, and I just stood there and took it, fully deserving of every last bit of her hate and vile. My apologies fell on deaf ears, and she refused to speak to me for nearly two weeks. In the end, it was our oldest, Marnie, who convinced her that we needed to work this out because we were not just making our own lives miserable, we were making theirs miserable as well.
Kate came to me with an ultimatum, and I did not like it. “You know that fantasy we talked about that you refused to let us live out? The one where you have to watch me fuck a young black man with an incredibly large cock? Let me have my revenge, and maybe we can start to fix our marriage.”
The very thought of being made to watch that almost made me vomit. But I loved my wife, despite my affair, and I vowed to myself I would do anything, absolutely anything, to win her back. If that meant letting her cuckold me, so be it. “All right,” I told her. “I’ll do it if you promise me that it will be all.”
“I make no such promises!” she declared. “If you let me have my revenge, maybe we can save this, but it might take more!” She stormed away and left me to consider my fate. Later, I went to her and found her looking at old photos and videos we had taken of ourselves and others during our many sexual exploits.
“I have done everything you asked of me! A lot of it I didn’t want to do, but I did it because I love you! I let you fuck my ass for God’s sake! I hated it, but I let you do it, because I loved you! I have denied you nothing, and we promised we would never do that without each other. How could you!”
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy a lot of what we did?” I asked.
“I admit, most of it was great fun, especially our relationship with Don and Nancy. I was happy you were able to father her children when he couldn’t! But to sneak off and have an affair? It’s like your promises to me mean nothing!” She thought for a moment and started again. “You know, if you had called me and asked, I might have said yes! Did you ever consider that?” I shook my head no. “When have I ever denied you anything like that?” I was speechless. She was right, I was wrong, that’s all there was to it.
I slept in the spare room again that night, and after calling in sick to work, we sat down to talk it out. “I’ve decided. You will make the arrangements. You will find me a young black man with a large cock and arrange for me to fuck him. You will help me get ready, prepare me for him, bathe me, dress me, take me out to meet him and tell him he is your gift to me, and you will tell him why! Then we will go to the hotel room you’ve arranged, and you will not just watch us together, you will participate fully. You will watch me suck his cock, and you will grab hold of it and guide it into me, and you will kiss me, apologizing the whole time he is fucking me. Afterward, when he has filled my cunt with his cum, you will lick me clean. Then, if he wants, I will suck his cock again and let him spray his cum all over my face, and you will clean me when he does. That is my revenge.”
“And if I refuse to be humiliated in that way?” I asked.
“Then I will call a lawyer, and our marriage will be over. It’s up to you.”
“All right, I’ll do it,” I said.
And so it happened. I arranged through an adult escort service to have a young black man with the largest cock I had ever seen meet us for dinner. Afterwards, we all went to our room, and we did exactly as she had described. And I was embarrassed. I was also extremely turned on.
“I didn’t think you’d do it,” she said afterwards. “I really didn’t. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d refused.”
“I’m sorry,” was all I could manage.
“Yes, I believe you are.”
That night changed our relationship once again. We had both enjoyed the thrill of having an affair and wanted to feel that thrill again. Thereafter, once every few years, we took separate vacations and, by mutual agreement, could be with anyone who would have us. When we returned to each other, we told each other everything. Her exploits were far, far more erotic than mine. She told me stories of group sex with both men and women, and an evening at a party where she was passed around to every man, and a few of the women who were there. The best I could manage was a blow job in the back of a cab.
Then she got ill, and the recollections started for both of us. We both wondered how different our lives would be had we not done all the things with each other and other people. “I have no regrets,” she said.
“I have only one. I wish I had never cheated on you,” I said.
“I know,” she replied simply. “I know.” She kissed me, and we made love one last time. It was as sweet and honest as we had ever done, and we knew afterwards that our lives together were complete. She passed 11 days later, the same disease that was taking me now, took her then.
My final sexual partner was the same age as my first had been. Angela was 25 when she became my caregiver, and one day, while she was cleaning up, she found some of our old photos. “You’ve led a very interesting life, Mr Campbell. Very interesting indeed!” she said as she held a photo of Kate and me with my cock in her mouth and her face covered in another man’s cum. Between my old age and the chemo treatments, my old cock didn’t have much life left in it by that time. But it responded to that memory, and Angela noticed.
“You loved your wife very much, didn’t you?” she asked.
“I did, we had a wonderful life together.”
“You miss her very much, don’t you?” she asked as she reached down and fondled me. I nodded.
“Will you let me love you like that?” she asked.
One last time, all the lessons that my Auntie Beth had taught me all those years before served me well as I loved her with all the power and intensity an old man could muster. Afterwards, she kissed me as we lay together. “That was amazing! I think I might never find anyone so good as you!”
“I hope you do,” I said. “Can I…
