Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... unloved. He told of meeting Caroline one day in the woods between their two farms and the friendship that grew into a true lifelong love. Haltingly, and with great shame, Duke told Lee of his and Caroline’s encounter with his youngest older sister that fateful day so many years ago.

It was that incestuous encounter that had split his mind and ego forever. He was so ashamed of himself but he had found the lure of sex almost undeniable. He fought against it every waking moment since that day. But he had a weakness, if he had much to drink, that self-control was lost. It was if he were two people in the same body. The one who he tried to be, and the one he tried to suppress. And when he lost control, that other him ran wild. He lusted for and sought sexual encounters with other women. It wasn’t love, though he still remained loving and tender but it was still wrong. Wrong in that he shouldn’t have been looking for or doing anything with anyone other than her mother Caroline.

Duke went on to explain that it had taken years for him to realize the connection to sobriety and debauchery. He had long stretches of staying clean and true, but there were still failures and... things happened. That his wife, his lifelong friend and they only true love he had ever had, until his two daughters had been born by her, continued to love him and forgive him was more than he deserved. For that reason alone, he tried even harder every day to be the husband she deserved.

As tears ran ...

... down the big man’s face, he felt a smaller softer hand grip his right hand and squeeze it firmly. Lee had listened to her father’s tale of how he had become what he was, and it explained some of the things she had witnessed growing up and wondered about. It also explained how he might have fathered children by other women and how she had a brother, or a half-brother, who she had fallen in love with. So helplessly and completely in love with.

For several minutes, the only sound the three of them made was an occasional sniffling or sigh. Sounds that mingled with the night sounds around them, the crickets, the night birds, the wind in the leaves of the nearby oak tree, and the metronomic regular squeaking of the old glider they were sitting on. It was Lee who broke the silence first.

“So, you didn’t love... those other women?” She asked more as a statement than a question.

Duke leaned his head back onto his wife’s hand and looked at the ceiling of the covered porch. A deep breath and a slow exhale, mostly to stall for a little time as he assembled his words and thoughts before answering Lee’s question.

“I... did... maybe not whole heartedly and truly as I loved and still love your mother, but I was never that kind of guy who just sought his own pleasure. Even that other part of me knew that just wasn’t right. A woman’s pleasure is just as important as a man’s... but that’s just the physical part. Kindness and affection are forms of love too. That part of me understands ...