Jennifer tells the first person she ever has…

“The reason I can understand, is because I have been there Peter, literally,” Jennifer said quietly. “My dad…I was, well..he and I…” she bit her lip and looked for the right way to put it, then decided to just be blunt about it.

“I sucked my dad’s dick,” she said, pursing her lips. “That is…well, there it is, nobody else knows outside of my family, nobody. I sucked his dick, a lot. And my dad fucked me, he fucked me a lot. All the time, even after I was with John.”

Peter’s eyes went a bit wide, he had no idea what to say.

“My parents are swingers, and are sorta like nudists most of the time,” she said, gaining a little confidence. “I grew up in an environment that was very different. I would watch people fuck every weekend. I was used to nudity, it was an every day thing for us. Saw so many cocks you wouldn’t believe it…but my dad was my first.”

“And I would see my mom with other guys, being friendly and kissing…and more, and I would see my dad fucking other women,” she continued. “And sometimes I would see my mom eating pussy, so some things that are taboo to many are just normal for me.”

This made some sense to Peter, how Jennifer came to be who he knew her to be.

“Then when my body had developed a bit, when I was pretty close to being out of high school…” Jennifer paused, again unsure of the right words. “On night it happened, we kissed, and it was wonderful, my first one. Then he touched my tits, and I touched his cock, things just went from there. I sucked his dick, my first blowjob was my father.”

“Didn’t you worry about your mom?” Peter asked.

“My mom was right there, she put my hair in a pony tail while I sucked his dick,” Jennifer replied.

Peter breathed out slowly, wow.

“After that it happened a lot more, nearly every day I did that for him, usually several times,” Jennifer continued. “My dad liked it so much, and my mom did too, she watched us. I just loved doing it, I always wanted more of it.”

“Then one night he fucked me. My mom brought me into their bedroom and got me ready,” Jennifer said, still quietly. “And then my dad took my virginity. He was gentle, my mom was gentle, it was really pretty great.”

“Your mom? She…she did what?” Peter asked.

Jennifer smiled, men were so stupid about anything lesbian, “yeah she did that, what you are thinking of. She used her fingers and her tongue on me, and she had me ready for my dad.”

Jennifer let out a long breath, “after that it was a lot, most of that last year of high school, again and again. My dad has always loved and protected me, and I’m glad he was my first time.”

“It was my parents who bought be the breast implants, I didn’t have small tits, not really, but I wanted more, to match the other curves I have.”

“So eventually I moved here and started stripping, and we kept the sex going for a while. Eventually I fucked my grandpa, my mom’s dad, I sucked him off and fucked him several times.”

“We would fuck when I would visit home or when my parents would come here, I mean there was an awful lot of sex. It was crazy,” she continued. “When my grandma died, I went to see my grandpa for a few weeks, and John didn’t mind, but he didn’t know what we were doing. I was gentle, but I helped him through his grief with a lot of fucking.”

“A few weeks?” Peter asked, amazed. “How old is he? I mean good job for an old man…”

“Oh he is getting up there, in his seventies now,” Jennifer answered. “And never needs a little blue pill. He fucked me twice a day for three weeks, it was good for him to help him through his grief.”

Peter just listened intently, letting her have this moment without too much interruption, “but when I married John, it felt like it needed to stop, it had to.”

“It isn’t easy to tell this kind of thing,” Jennifer said, looking less confident. “I guess you would know right?”

Peter nodded silently, waiting to see if she wanted him to answer.

Peter waited a moment longer, letting the moment settle a bit, “yeah, I guess I do. It is illegal here, I worry if they will ever be arrested for it, my sisters that is.”

“I get that,” she said quietly. “Like nobody can know, I haven’t told my husband, I haven’t told anyone. Well other than you, but who knows how people would react?”

She paused another moment, “so your sisters are still…still together like that?” Jennifer asked. “Lesbian? With each other?”

Peter nodded yes, “I think so, they might always be, from what they told me there has always been something special between them, something just for them.”

“I was just something they did on the side. How about you and your dad? Anything still going on?”

Jennifer let out a sigh, “not much, not really in a year or so, I had to stop after I married John.” She replied, “I tried to stop at least, eventually I stopped…most of the way.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow at her, “I really did try Peter. I started fucking my boss at work when he hired me, and there were a lot of blowjobs, bouncers, DJ’s guys at Steve’s parties, and a lot of customers,” she continued. “My dad woke something up in me, and I have never understood it, I like sex a lot, but I love sucking dick so much that I don’t understand it, I adore the feel of cum in my mouth, and I have a job where guys would let me have it all the time. I just get so turned on, so much that I don’t know what to do.”

“And I do still see my parents,” she continued. “And my dad is my first love, I still love fucking him.”

She smirked lightly, “I really tried bejng faithful to John, he is such a good man, but when I saw my dad, it would just happen. I eventually just had to stop going over there, I had to stop having him here, eventually John was going to walk in on us in the act.”

“And anyway, I slowed down on a lot of it, but I kept doing some of it, I never stopped with my boss Steve, I never stopped at work, it just slowed down, but I haven’t been with my dad in almost a year now. I think that has to be over, right?”

Peter could see this was hurting Jennifer to talk about, he wasn’t used to this sort of thing, trying to console someone was not his strongest gift. He leaned over and kissed Jennifer on the shoulder, then pulled her in for a hug, and she returned it, squeezing him hard.

Jennifer leaned back, tears in her eyes, “why does it have to be so hard? Why do I want all of these things? Why can’t I get it out of my head?” She asked quietly.

Peter ran his hand through her sandy blonde hair, “why do you have to get it out of your head Jennifer?” He asked bluntly, drawing an odd glance. “If you love your dad, why stop? Why not fuck him?”

“The heart wants what the heart wants Jenn,” he continued. “For a long time I tried my best to give DeeAnna anything she wanted, and it wasn’t ever enough. One day after she left, out of the blue, all of her shit was gone. And I was going crazy, then I realized I wasn’t ever what she wanted. Not ever, we got married because we thought she was knocked up, it wasn’t any kind of love story. Not from day one.”

He leaned back and Jennifer laid on his chest, in a rare romantic moment for the two of them.

“She had some guy who she liked from some fucking church camp she had been with in high school, turned out she had never stopped fucking the guy, even when she wasn’t fucking me,” he said matter of factly. “She was ignoring me and fucking that dude.”

“So I put it away and moved on. I stopped hurting over her and moved to a new place, decided not to let that hurt me anymore.”

“Your not angry at your wife for cheating on you?” Jennifer asked, how could he think her any different, she was doing it to John. She looked up at him, still laying on his chest.

Peter smiled at her, “nah, that part wasn’t so bad, I mean…people cheat right? It isn’t like I was a faithful husband. I have seen my sisters a few times, they still suck my dick. I fucked a few of strippers while we were together, and when we did have sex, I always imagined it was you I was fucking, like every time since I met you. And now I finally got the chance, we fucked, and we are both married right?”

Jennifer smiled at the mention, she knew it was what men did, imagining her, but she never minded hearing about it.

“No I am not mad about my wife fucking that other guy, I am mad that she didn’t just fucking tell me about it.” Peter said with some confidence, “we wasted so much time. Life is too short for that sort of bullshit, I might have married some cheap stripper, and she might have fucked around but the sex would be better right? Why not just be open about it.”

Jennifer gave him an odd look, “cheap stripper? What exactly is a cheap stripper? She asked.

Peter laughed and smiled. “Certainly not you Jennifer, not at all you. I mean at the lower end clubs, the dives. There is a club down off central where the dancers carry towels for lap dances, you can get a handjob out in the open for $20.” He said, still laughing a bit. “That is a cheap stripper, more of a hooker than a dancer.”

“You are more of the high end sort, none of them could make any money if you worked in their club,” Peter continued. “You could work in Vegas if you wanted to, there are high end strippers who make a serious bank, some of them even travel.”

“So we both cheated on our spouses,” Jennifer replied softly. “And we both took part in some ****, we are more alike than I thought.”

“More than that Jenn, we both like sex a little dirty I think,” he replied.

Jennifer smiled, Peter was right. How much time did people waste trying so hard not to be themselves. How hard had she been trying to make her husband John into someone he might never be able to be?

John was moral and upright, like a knight. He had struggled seeing her with other men, and had been a little better with her and Peter fucking, but that had been in a different room most of the time. She now wondered if she could have the life she wanted and have her husband as a part of it. Was she costing him the life he wanted? Could she ever have hers? Were they even compatible?

“If John knew I was fucking my boss, would he care?” Jennifer asked. “Or if he knew about my dad? Or any of the rest of it…would he divorce me? Would he hit me?”

Peter hesitated a long while, stroking Jennifer’s hair.

“Jenn, I don’t know. Other than hitting you, that isn’t John, he would never do that,” Peter replied with a shrug. “I have always thought of John as a pretty square guy, never gonna hurt you, but he wouldn’t help me bury a body either.”

“But we are who we are right?” Peter continued, “I don’t know if people can truly change their spots, so to speak. He won’t ever be like me, and I won’t ever be the upright man he is, it ain’t in me.”

There was a long pause, they looked into each other’s eyes. Not with want, but with understanding.

Jennifer thought hard about her choices, did people change? Could John ever accept who she truly was? Would Steve ever be even half of the decent guy that her husband was?

“Want to get something to eat?” Peter asked her, breaking the contemplation she was deep into. “I am famished.”

Jennifer smiled, and nodded yes.