He laughed, “That we do. Each of us also loves sucking cock.”
I agreed, “If you say so, it must be true. Although I can’t fathom you sucking dick.”
“I’m pretty good at it,” he said.
“Me too,” I countered.
“True enough,” he nodded, having been on the receiving end of many of my epic blow jobs.
Then it hit me. Was I the one who turned him gay? I asked with a hint of urgency, “When did you realize you liked dick?”
“It started with online porn and then a trip with Gary that took us to an all-male sauna and ended with my sucking his cock,” he answered.
“So I didn’t turn you gay?” I asked timidly. That would be tough to handle.
He laughed. “God, no. You’re the one who kept me thinking I was straight a lot longer.”
“Thank God,” I sighed, ironically happy that my husband was gay and it wasn’t because of me. I then joked, “So you’ve been faking it all this time?”
“No,” he said, seriously. “I still enjoy sex with you, especially oral sex, but I enjoy getting fucked even more.”
“I still enjoy sex with you, too,” I agreed.
“So, what now?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I felt we were making some headway through this morass, and I was almost deliriously grateful we were having a frank, amicable discussion rather than arguing and hurling insults at each other, but I was even more confused now than I’d been before we began this conversation.
“Do you plan to keep fucking our son?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” I repeated, the generic noncommittal answer. My body screamed yes, my brain said maybe.
“If you want to, I’m okay with it,” he offered, surprising me again.
“What? Really?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “he can give you what I can’t. I know that’s a stock cuckold quote, but it’s what I feel. We may be married, but I don’t own you.”
“But it’s incest,” I pointed out. “When I’m in my right mind I feel bad about that; or at least I think it’s my right mind.”
He paused for a long moment. Gathering his courage? “Want to know another shocking secret?” he finally asked me.
“More shocking than learning you’re a talented cock sucker and love taking it in the ass?” I asked bluntly.
“Believe it or not… yes,” he nodded.
“This I’m dying to hear,” I said, curious as hell… but also a bit nervous.
“I lost my virginity to Katherine,” he revealed, “In both her pussy and her ass.”
My eyes went big.
My mouth dropped open.
“Your older sister Katherine?” I asked.
“Yep,” he nodded.
“You’ve stuck it up the ass of your sister?” I rephrased my question incredulously. This seemed even less fathomable than his being gay or my committing incest.
“The one and only,” he nodded.
“Your condescending sister with a stick up her butt who treats me like a whore?” I pressed, at a loss even to picture such a thing.
“She used to be a lot wilder,” he explained.
“So it seems,” I said, still trying to envision a time when my bitch of a sister-in-law had been a skank. That said, it did make me kind of happy. “So that’s why you didn’t freak out when you figured out I was fucking our son?”
“I was shocked at first. But it made me remember losing my virginity to my sister at the lake, and how incest had brought my sister and me closer for a while and, well,” he shrugged, “I figured he might be giving you some things that I never could. I caught sight of you two from a distance a couple of times on this trip and your body languages looked like he was bossing you around and you were pretty happy about it.”
“Oh,” I said. So all this time while I’d been telling myself how oblivious he was, he was standing aside so I could be happy. What a guy!
“So I owe you a huge thank you for giving me some freedom!”
“If you like; I just wanted you to be happy. Plus, I realized that you and I are the same thing as each other.”
“Sluts?” I joked.
“Well, fucking our son in the back seat of the car while your husband drives is pretty slutty,” he joked back.
“So is taking it in the ass in a public washroom,” I added.
“But so is taking it in the ass at a company picnic while your wife is right outside the rest room visiting with the other wives,” he countered.
“Okay, so we are both sluts,” I concluded.
“And yet, we’ve now both discovered what we are and what we want:” he continued, “to be sexually liberated.”
“From society’s standards?” I questioned.
“Yes, gay sex is far more common than people think, and so is incest,” he added.
“Is it?”
“Sure,” he nodded, “it’s just the one taboo still never talked about, although one day that might change. Christ, even transgender people are out and popular since the Caitlyn Jenner thing. Incest really is the only taboo left.”
I added, “Maybe we need the Kardashians to announce they eat each other’s cunts.”
“That would make a great episode,” he laughed.
“It can be one of those very special episodes,” I joked.
He laughed again as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.
Our marriage was over, and here we were getting along together better than we’d done in years. Go figure!
We decided we would spend one more week together. He fucked me one last time. We went together to a sex shop, bought a strap-on and I fucked him with it… twice… a special treat for him that had suddenly popped into my head after learning he liked it in the ass. We still loved each other in our own way and we were still married, although we knew we didn’t want to remain so much longer, so why shouldn’t we end our sexual relationship on a high note?
I kept the strap-on in case I ever got to use it again… enjoying the power that comes from being the one wearing the cock… in essence giving rather than receiving.
We separated with no regrets.