* * * * * ‘Being that I’m a woman, a beautiful woman, and a modest woman, why do I write erotica, especially incestuous stories?’ Having been as...ed this question many times before from readers, and for those who’d like to know why I write erotica, especially incestuous stories, this story is my answer. Only you’d better pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable, smoke ’em if you have them, and make yourself a drink or a cup of coffee because it’s a long story that has taken years to surface. Women who pretend that their husband would never look are not even fooling themselves. The woman who proclaims her husband wouldn't look at other women if he loved her are merely showing their own insecurity. Of course her husband is going to look at an attractive female. He's hard wired to look. Why do you think they call it attractive, as in attracts his gaze. He's supposed to look at beautiful women.Anyway, my wife realized early on that it was healthier if I looked and fessed up. She. I still hated the horrible things but they were as much a part of mynew life as drinking or eating and now I couldn't imagine going morethan a few hours without one. Alcohol and coffee made the addictionworse. I always found myself disparate for a cigarette after meals,when I was stuck in traffic or on the telephone, and after sex ofcourse. But stress was the main trigger I simply couldn't ignore.Exhaling, I held the cigarette between two fingers topped with longred nails and I looked down over. Watching, Alan felt like throwing up. “My, my, these are nice aren’t they? Hmm, like ripe peaches,” Frank said, kneading them with his fingertips. “Okay numb nuts, this is how you take a bra off, since I saw you couldn’t do it.” His hands slithered around her back, a second later the straps of her fell forward. Amy shifted her shoulders and Alan watched as her breasts, perfect, white orbs topped by light pink nipples tumbled out. “Oh, you are a lucky guy Alan,” Frank said, lightly running his.