The light was dim; there was a very pleasant smell of flowers. I noticed at the end of the table where my feet were, was a very large opening. My husb...nd leaned over and kissed me as I felt him push the table through the opening until I was a little more than half way through and stopped. His hands felt strong as he reached and lifted my shirt exposing my breast. He began to lick each nipple as he massaged them with his hands. He ran his tongue back and forth from my breast to my neck. I soon. I took him into our master bedroom and tied him to the chair that faces our bed. I tied his hands and legs to the chair and sat on the bed. He looked at me and said “What are you going to do?” I told him that we were waiting. He asked me if I was going to tell April what he had done to her. I thought to myself what a dumb shit this guy must be to think that I was going to tell my wife.About that time, right on queue, my doorbell rang. I took my Browning with me to answer the door and met Erin. I had sex with someone other than my right hand for the first time when I was fifteen. She wasn't my girlfriend, she was my nineteen year old rather homely and somewhat overweight cousin who was always telling me I was 'pretty'; not an adjective a guy wants to have applied to him if he's trying to stay below the radar. Anyhow, she took my hand and pulled me into the woods at a family reunion picnic and gave me a blowjob that lasted less than a minute before she got a mouthful. I enjoyed it but. I knew I should tell the truth, but I couldn’t answer.“I think that mistake happened a lot of times after that day”, mom said softly. (To be frank, yes a lot of times. In fact every time after that day).“But I am sorry, mom”, I said.“Ohh!!! You are sorry that you want to have sex with your mom?”, she said with a slight smile that she wanted to hide.By now, the kinky me had woken up and my lund was responding to my mom’s kinky questions. She noticed the tent in the pants and said, “Perhaps, you.