Ryan's Life (Part 7 and Epilogue)

RYAN'S EXHIBITIONIST LIFE

PART 7: More than an exhibitionist: Ryan's ultimate fantasy

Confronted to my increasing and pressing need of getting my ass taken care of by other men, I feel like I did what any other man would have done in a similar situation.

I ignored the elephant in the room!

I kept on fucking my wife.

I kept forcing myself to go back on to the not-so-taboo feet porn.

And I reasoned with myself… Often.

I mean, I was still very horny when I was drilling Mallory in her sweet asshole. She made me cum buckets!

That was the attitude of quite the regular straight man, right?

Did my mind sometimes wonder what it would feel if I was the one getting fucked myself? Yes, it did.

The seed was definitely planted in my perverted brain.

Did I let it affect me? No, I did not.

At the very least, not for a while.

I was happy where I was, work and family-wise, I thought that nearing 40, it was time to settle down on the craziness and put those old exhibitionist fantasies behind.

See, I thought that the little fun I had in the sauna had been enough to quench my thirst… I did not even realize that I was back to sliding on a damn slippery slope.

I had been a fan of CFMN (Clothed Females Naked Males) for a long time, and subconsciously, I gradually moved to CMNM (Clothed Males Naked Males) clips.

Increasingly, there were less and less females and more and more dudes on the screen, watching, handling, or downright fucking the naked man at the centre of the attention.

A role I was always picturing myself into.

That was pretty harmless. Everybody watches porn.

But as the months were going by and as I kept watching consistently, - dang, I was getting addicted to that shit -, I needed for the guys at the centre of the movie to be manhandled in much rougher and raunchier ways.

The worst part being that I felt like I was missing out.

It should have been me!

Why was it not me?!

I jerked off to those movies probably a thousand times until one day, I had had enough and I wanted, no, I needed to live it for real.

It was a couple of months before I turned 40.

Let’s put this whole madness on my middle-age crisis if you will.

This particular enterprise had to be prepared though. I could not just go cruising or to a random gay club.

This would not cut it anymore.

I needed men who would enjoy handling me, who would gladly do it in a public setting, - that was almost the most important part for me -, but who would know how to remain discreet.

I was still a renown married surgeon after all.

If there was to be an audience involved, they should be carefully vetted.

Looking back, I may have done some reckless stuff with perfect strangers, and I had probably taken too much risks.

Although, I trusted the Bath and Beyond club, and outside of that, I had always made sure to do the dirty far away from home, mainly in San Franciso or Philly.

Anyway, once I had made my decision, I found the perfect person to help me execute my plan.

Remember Jason, the room service attendant from Philadelphia?

We happened to reconnect as I stumbled on the guy in the most surprising place online…

As it turned out, Jason was also a huge fan of the type of porn I was watching and a quite serious contributor to the main forum about it.

He had hundreds of posts on there, recommending scenes and praising various actors or studios.

We were all using usernames, including Jason, but I would have recognized his half-cut profile picture anywhere.

He did not care much about remaining anonymous anyway. Jason was an openly single gay man so why would he have cared?

You see, when I contacted Jason, he told me about a special service offered by a production team in his city.

Apparently, you could live the same experience featured in the CMNM scenes I was watching, only, without the cameras

“Live your exhibitionist or voyeur fantasies in a safe place with people sharing your passion.”

As soon as he told me that, I was completely hooked on the idea.

The other interesting thing was that the organization was mostly looking for exhibs, meaning that they would accommodate a lot of things for me.

There were plenty of voyeurs, too happy to go lurk at a free show, but not so many people were willing to shamelessly display the goods.

And although I sound like a prick saying that, an exhibitionist as fit, hung, and sexy as I was, there were not many in the streets!

That being said, I had to wait for more than a month before actually going to Philly and doing the damn session.

I was dying, horny in anticipation, until then.

Even Mallory noticed that I was much more in the mood than usual. And this was saying a lot because I was not usually refraining from having sex.

Leading to my departure, it was like I had a constant hard-on and I needed to fuck her all the time.

To say the truth, even the thought of acting as a porn actor was part of the excitement.

In another life, I would have loved being an X-rated star, performing for millions of people to see.

There, I had the chance to star in my own tailor-made film without dealing with the consequences of actually doing porn.

Jason had seriously hooked me up with the best plan.

I would definitely have to feed him more of my cock to thank him.

Anyway, exactly four days before I turned forty, I went to Philly where the company was located.

The whole thing had cost me 600 dollars.

Crazy to think that the only time I would pay for “porn”, it would not be to consume it, but to star in one!

And just to be clear, all the participants to the so-called “session” were other guys selected by the production team organizing the event, and they were very much willing to be there as well.

The payment I had to make was for the company organizing the event, just as if they were party planners, only, the party involved a lot of hard cocks and not so much booze and cakes.

Although, there would be some cakes I suppose… Mine would be trapped in a pair of jockstraps.

Trust me, I would have never agreed to this experience if the voyeurs there would have been paid.

I wanted the guys watching me (and doing a little more than that) to be absolutely dying for a taste of Ryan Braxton.

I would feed off from their genuine excitement, from the lust in their eyes.

I told Mallory that I had been called for a surgery consult by my former mentor, and that I would be staying the week-end in Philly to see some old friends from my time there.

It was a good excuse as any and Mallory was not the type of woman to snoop around.

Another reason why I loved her so much.

I had been anticipating this for months, - and maybe, deep down, for my entire adult life, - but I still was a nervous wreck arriving at the warehouse where the “event” was meant to happen.

It took some balls to get there and to say at the desk:

“I am the one coming for my own exhibitionism show with many men watching and using me, where am I supposed to go exactly?”

Thankfully, the staff was very professional and it seemed like any other day or any other request for them.

God bless modern America and its moral decay.

I wondered how many men in the country were just like me, and how many had required for this peculiar service.

If I believed the number of users in the forum I was visiting and the success of the company I was walking in, I was far from being the sole pervert in the continent.

I mean, you are reading those lines, aren’t you?

I was served a drink in a large lobby and told to wait since I would only meet my voyeurs “on set”.

They needed to get the last details ready and everyone in the warehouse before I, as the star of the show, would walk in.

I had been requested weeks before to set a maximum limit to the number of people I would agree could come watch me. After much thinking about it, I had set none.

The more, the merrier!

At about 3PM, a guy with dreadlocks came to get me and asked me if I needed to change.

I did.

Oddly, I was offered a room by myself to privately slide inside my old pair of jockstraps, - glad that it was still fitting -, a white sleeveless tank top, and some jeans.

At this point, I was not going to be shy about changing clothes!

As requested by the staff, I also added a number with a marker pen on one of my exposed shoulders: “#1”

It was a way to refer to us without using our real names.

This was strange as fuck, but at the same time, that was definitely what making the experience exhilarating.

I was both fully in control since I had initiated the whole thing, and simultaneously, I had never felt that vulnerable.

I was about to walk in a warehouse with men, all strangers except for one – but I will come back to that -, waiting for me, probably already stroking their cocks in anticipation.

Finally, it was time, the dreadlocks guy smiled at me.

“It’s your time to shine, number one!”

My heart was about to explode in my chest.

The staff member happened to also be taking part in the “performance” as he would join the crowd as soon as I walked in the warehouse.

And talk about a crowd…

Visibly, my profile had been a hit among the community. I would say about fifty men, but maybe they were even more of them, were already forming a circle around me.

They each had a number written some place on their bodies but I could not read them for now.

It was too overwhelming.

I did notice a #42, a giant blond guy with his dick already out of his sweatpants.

As I dreamed of, - but did not dare to really expect -, they were already drooling for me, even before I came in.

This was so raunchy and exciting.

Suddenly, a cop (#2) came out of the crowd and walked towards me hastily and aggressively.

My dick was already twitching in the pouch of my jockstraps.

The cop?

He was only part of my scenario!

His username on the website was “DomNewYorker69”. Jason was also the one who gave me his contact as he thought he would be perfect for the little scene I had in mind.

Indeed, he was!

DomNewYorker69 wanted to expose a straight daddy and was a big fan of the cop degrading an inmate’s fantasy.

I was in on the idea right away.

It had been one of the images I had been thinking the most of while beating my meat.

Funny story, the dude was actually a real-ass comedian on the side. He was hoping to become the next Broadway star.

No wonder he was so good at role-playing.

“Here he is, inmates, the fresh meat you’ve all been craving for!”

He pulled me towards him by the string of my tank top and showed me off to the group watching.

I felt like an animal being paraded around… And I mean that in the best possible way.

“Number 3 and 4, come here. Help me get our new star out of these boring clothes.”

I was speechless.

Luckily, I was not expected to talk.

Most of the guys were looking like true-to-form inmates in heat, most of them were shirtless, many were tattooed, and they were all showcasing hard-ons either underneath their briefs, their jeans, or right there on display.

It looked kind of threatening.

Why was I turned-on so much by this then?

One of my most important bullet points shared to the staff had been that I wanted to remain at all times the centre of attention.

I know, I’m the worst narcissist ever, but if you have read this story so far, you should not be surprised by this.

Now that it was happening for real though, and considering they were so many horny guys around me, it felt intimidating.

Thrilling yes, but scary too.

I suppose the fear was part of the fantasy as well.

At the core of this, I wanted to feel something, anything.

The guys started to tear up my top.

Number 3 was a short but beefy Arab dude, the only one still wearing a tee-shirt and some pants, while Number 4 was a lengthy white man with his cut cock dripping out of his jeans on the warehouse’s ground.

I felt their strong hands all over me and, surprising myself, I started moaning.

“Hmmm… Guys… Please…”

We had discussed a safe word (“tarentula”) but I already knew I would never use it. I was far way too horny.

I let the manly hands wander around my body, on my now bare chest as my tank top had been thrown in the air, and I let them sliding underneath my jeans to reach my ass.

The guys surrounding us in a circle seemed to get closer and closer to me.

They started clapping, cheering, grunting and even, for some of them, barking.

They were probably attempting to communicate with the new bitch in town. Me. Woof woof.

“Get on your knees.” DomNewYorker69 shouted at me.

The two other strangers pressed my shoulders to force me to go down.

Once again, I happily obliged anyway.

I wanted this, feeling like a cheap whore.

I was not on my knees to blow anyone’s cock though. That was not part of the plan. Instead, the men grabbed my neck and forced me further down to the ground.

The “Dom cop” took his boots off and offered me his stinky dirty feet.

He was not wearing any socks in his rangers and that was rough. He was super hairy too.

I vividly remembered how much I had been stroking myself and driving me nuts as I was writing the email with the instructions to the company.

I had mentioned this exactly: “I’d like to be made to lick and suck male toes and feet.”

I mean, this would be a once in a lifetime experience, you better make it worth it. Right?

I stuck out my tongue and started licking off those filthy toes.

More cheers from the crowd around us, some laughter too, one of the guys handling me, - I think it was the Arab one -, slapped my ass. Hard.

They were openly commenting on my body, sometimes mocking my attitude. I was their personal slut.

Again, why was I so turned-on by this?!

More guys came towards us, either to undress me from my jeans or to offer me their stinky feet to lick.

The vast majority of them was jerking off at the same time.

So many hard cocks everywhere. Uncut, cut, fat, large, smaller, hairy, smooth… My eyes could barely adjust to the surreal sight.

From pretty women’s feet to disgusting hairy men’s soles, my journey had definitely brought me to uncharted territories as I attempted to shove the entire foot of one of these strangers in my throat.

“Damn… He really is hungry!”

“Take that, cunt.”

One of them, a black dude, went down and slapped his cock on my face as I was busy with two different sets of toes.

That was all fine until another one tried to get his dick against my lips and to shove it in my mouth.

I pushed him away.

“No!” I grunted firmly.

He was a bit surprised.

The slut could bark back!

The staff member who had brought me to the warehouse and who was now part of the circle jerk intervened.

“Blowjobs are out of the scenario today, we discussed this. One more strike and you’re out #26.”

“Sorry, okay.”

I was up for many things but the few times I had blown a dick had not left me with a striking memory.

I had not minded it at best but this was not what I was looking for.

As this was meant to MY ultimate fantasy, I was making the rules.

Ironically, as the submissive bitch, I was actually secretly holding all the power. If any of the guys was doing something I was uncomfortable with, he would be forced to leave.

That being said, I did not mind the dozens of cocks surrounding me and even rubbing against my bare skin.

I did not mind either when one of the horny dogs started lubing up my hole.

This, on the contrary, was definitely part of the scenario.

I wanted to feel my virgin asshole opening up. Mostly, I wanted to feel all these hand over me, feeling me up and stretching my ass.

I was not going to the gym for nothing. Legs days had to serve a purpose!

Normally, I would have exposed my hard dripping dick, but this time around, I was a submissive, meaning that my third leg was neatly tucked in the pouch of the jockstraps.

Although, it was leaking through for real.

I was that horny, the fabric was all stained and wet already.

A mix of lube, spit and saliva were rubbed against my hole for a while as I was still busy with the damn feet.

I took care of the stinky soles of the voyeurs around me until I felt one finger sliding inside my hole, and then another, and then the guys were taking turn hard-fingering me, just like in the sauna, more than a year and a half prior…

I had included this in my request just because I had loved it so much the last time.

Believe me, it was a wise choice.

It truly sent me to places, especially when I could hear the guys fighting over who would get the chance to get his index or middle finger up my ass.

But this time around, I was decided not to stop at a few fingers in my hole.

I had even stretched my own hole, at home, any time Mallory was away, to be ready for the big invasion to come.

A few times, I had used one of my wife’s pink dildos in “spreading training”.

I did not mind my wife owning multiple sex toys and pleasuring herself without me sometimes.

I mean, it would have been so hypocrite of me not to be, at the very least, open minded about her own fantasies.

Especially now that I was getting prepped for my own sodomy!

But there again, I had made sure that it would occur exactly as I wanted.

I would not let any stranger drill my hole for the very first time.

I needed someone I could trust, and preferably with a thick massive cock so I could live the experience right and intensely.

Guess who was lucky number 7 in the crowd?

Eric sensed that it was his turn to take the lead and he made the other men moved aside.

Some had already nutted by accident, too excited by the turn of events.

I was glad.

I was proud, even, of the effect I had on them.

“How are you doing, daddy?” Eric asked as he grabbed my waist.

How could have I not invited him to my exhibitionism party? Of course, he was there, and of course, he would play a major part.

I managed to speak up.

“I’ve missed you, bro.”

My mouth was dry.

Eric chuckled and kissed my sweaty back.

Or rather licked it, I felt his tongue running over me until he reached my neck.

It was fun to get used by strangers, but there was something special about Eric and I’s sexual chemistry.

Do not get this wrong, there was nothing more than sexual, and rather primal between us, but it was very real nonetheless.

Besides, Eric had helped me at many occasions finding more about myself, I had to be grateful for that.

And what better way to show my gratitude than offering him my asshole for the very first time?

I knew he had been dreaming about it for a very long time, - maybe since the first time we met in the sauna twelve years prior -, and I personally could not wait any longer.

“You’re ready for this?” He whispered in my ear.

“I am. I really am.”

The guys’ groans surrounding us had reached an all-time high.

To be fair, we were all beasts in this moment.

Most of the men in the warehouse were quote-on-quote straight guys with girlfriends or wives at home, many wore their wedding rings – including me -, they had regular jobs and they were likely going to the church every Sunday…

But right there, we were no longer a civilized society, we were horny bastards, gathered together to witness one of their own going through his first sodomy.

Some room was made around us so everyone could have a good view on the fucking.

I was even invited to go up, on some sort of a platform, where it would be easier to see me, and practically, there was a mattress, so being on all fours would not hurt so bad.

I thought doggy style was the only way to go for a first.

This was how I liked to fuck Mallory in the ass, and that was what I had been picturing in my head.

I was expecting a hard dick but Eric went at it with his tongue first.

I felt his wet lips kissing my anus ring and then the fat tongue going inside, searching my anal cavity.

“Oh yes… Fuck yes…” I moaned.

He had a mouth full so he could not speak but the voyeurs were cheering him on.

It was rather sensual at first, but then, Eric picked up the pace and was literally eating my ass while spreading my two cheeks with his large black hands.

He was smothering inside me… Good Lord! I had made the right fucking choice.

I believe that the rimming lasted for a good five minutes.

By the end of it, my cock was so ready to nut that it was aching in the pouch of my jockstraps.

I let it out. Some guys liked it.

“Well, I think it’s about time I finally scratch that itch of yours in a much profound way…” Eric teased.

“Fuck yes… Please do…” I muttered, already drained.

I took a good look at the guys watching me.

The moment felt so special.

My entire body was like electric. It was as if every other sexual adventure I had gone through had brought me to this very spot, where I was meant to be fucked in public, by Eric’s big black cock.

“Aaaah…”

I felt the tip of the cock against my pucker.

It was getting real.

“Here you go, bro…Can you feel it?”

“Yes… Yes, I can.”

I did feel it.

His cock was girthy and despite the lube and my “spreading training”, having a real living pulsating cock penetrating you is certainly different than any dildo.

Different, but much better!

“You like that? Eh? Having a real-ass cock in your tight virgin asshole?!”

“I think… Hmmm… I think you can go deeper…”

He shoved the first inches inside of me and there was a genuine and general applause among the public.

I smiled at my audience, or at the very least, at those who were standing before me, their cocks in their hands.

Although, a few of them were distracting themselves from my performance as they were sucking each other off on the side.

Ungrateful brats!

That being said, many of the guys in heat had gone behind us to see the actual penetration occurring.

Eric grabbed my neck, semi-choking me.

“I’m gonna fill your tight virgin married hole!”

My married hole? What the fuck?

I almost burst out laughing but then…

“Aaaah… Daaaaamn… Aaaaaah…”

He had gone so deep this time around, thrusting his pelvis hard, burying a good half of his massive dong in my insides.

It cut my breath away.

“You’re gonna take it, man! Are you gonna take it?”

It hurt.

It hurt so damn good.

Immediately after the shock came the waves of pleasures as Eric was smashing my prostate.

Thank God, he knew what he was doing and he found my G-sport at the first attempt.

“Oh yes… God, yeeeeees… I… I…. This is so good…”

The applause became so loud and the pleasure so intense, I was totally losing grip on where I was and what was happening.

My eyes rolled back in my head.

I cannot remember how or when exactly but the voyeurs started getting so much closer and slapping me with their cocks as the (hard) pounding continued.

Eric was smashing me, as if I was a pro at this.

God, it was only my first time!

Someone else, or rather a pair of hands belonging to two different persons, started stroking my cock.

In my daze, I did see some guys fighting their tongues out to get a lick of my dripping lollipop.

I was about to cum, I would drench their faces white.

On all sides, I was getting wet junks thrown onto my face and rubbed on every part of my naked body.

I was still wearing the jockstraps but it had become totally useless to hide any inch of my anatomy, shining from the sweat.

Eric grabbed my waist again and made me pull back towards him with all his strength.

I buried myself deeper onto his pole.

“I’ll breed you, surgeon, you know that? I’ll fucking breed you!”

Not only I knew that, but I had been fantasizing about it, and… I would learn it about it later, apparently, I was even vocal about it in my sleep!

In my frenzy, I started bouncing on the big black cock and howling insane stuff to the voyeurs.

“Look at me now, look at what you’ve made you do! Hmmm…”

He was DRILLING my hole.

“You like that, eh? You like seeing a married dude, a father of three, taking it deep in the ass?!”

I was impaling myself on the thick bone like a maniac.

Who even knew what I was about in that moment? I was utterly out of mysef.

“I’m gonna nut…” Eric whispered.

“Cum baby… I’m about to explode…. Hmmm… Guys…. Who… Who wants my milk?”

Just like in a dream, I saw a half dozen of guys fighting their ways right beneath the platform to receive my loads.

I suppose it was time for another “showering”, just like the old days in the sauna!

I thought about Sebastian for a second, I bet he would have loved to be there.

I guess that since he was in a serious relationship with another man, he did not have to get his craving fixed elsewhere.

I looked at the guys below me and I shot.

Intentionally. Aiming at their face.

It was indeed just like before except for the fact that I still had a huge dick in my ass and, quite poetically, Eric also nutted simultaneously, effectively breeding me.

I felt his loads filling me up as I was releasing mine like a damn geyser.

I was drained but I was all right.

*

EPILOGUE

A couple days later, I was back in our home in Boston, hugging Mallory warmly.

“I’ve missed you.” I kissed her on the cheek.

She smiled at me, not showing any sign of what was about to come.

The kids were there, with us in the living room, making a mess as usual.

The twins were teenagers now, nearly fifteen years-old and they were visibly thriving on driving us insane.

Still, we had a nice family dinner afterwards and I truly felt like I was about to go on with my life, just like before.

I was delusional.

As soon as I walked inside the bedroom, - hoping for some naughty time with my wife -, I realized that something was different in the way she was looking at me.

It was like she had turned into a totally different person from the mom of three who had been laughing at the silly jokes from the boys a few minutes earlier.  

“What is it?” I asked immediately.

My first (silly) thought was, God damn it, she’s expecting yet another child.

“Would you care watching what Doctor Jensen sent me this morning?”

“A complicated case?”

She chuckled.

“Yes, of some sort.”

She opened her lap-top but she was not looking through any medical case. She clicked on a video.

The clip started and if I could have, I would have combusted into flames or died on the spot.

To this day, I did not know how I managed not to pass out as the footage of my first sodomy was playing on the screen.

The naked guys surrounding me, the huge black cock going back-and-forth in my wrecked asshole, my own face reaching orgasm, the eyes rolling back in my head, the filthy disgusting things I was saying, talking about how I was a father of three, getting pounded…

It was hard to pin point which part was worst.

“Ma… Mallory.”

She walked up to me and held my hand.

I must have really looked like I was about to die. My face had turned a weird shade between yellow, white and green.

“Easy, Ryan.”

I took a step back, stumbled on the bed, and sat on it to get myself together.

Spoiler alert: I did not manage to collect myself.

“I… I…”

“Looks like you’ve been having fun this week-end…” She spoke.

What was I supposed to say?

Was there anything to say at all?

My life was over. My family was ancient history. Given the content of the video, I would likely never see my children again. And my career? It was done too. The footage had been sent by a fellow doctor.

Who had shared this clip?

I thought the people had been vetted.

But come on, there had been nearly sixty guys there, I was naïve to think that nobody would record anything nor talk!

It was all my fault.

“I… Mallory, sorry… I… I’m so sorry.”

How ridiculous my apologies must have sounded in comparison to the betrayal and disgust she must have been feeling.

“Jensen is a freaking pig to have sent me that.”

If possible, I was most surprised by this reaction than I was by the video.

“What?”

“What is he trying to achieve here? Having us divorced? Or he wants to blackmail us? I won’t let him get away with this! Do you know how he got the file? Was he with you… There?”

I nodded my head no.

I was too flabbergasted to talk.

“He’s gay, he must have been a friend there… It doesn’t seem like the video is already all over the Internet.”

“Oh God… The kids… It could get back to them.”

“I know, this is what I’m concerned about too. But I did my due diligence, already called a team specialized on finding this kind of files online, they have identified nothing yet.”

“Mallory… I… I feel so… I mean, I’m so, so sorry… You… You don’t deserve this.”

“That’s true. You handled this poorly.”

She was still holding my hand.

Saying that I was stunned would be the understatement of the decade.

How could she remain so calm in a moment like this? Was it the pure shock before she would explode? Maybe she was not realizing the magnitude of what was happening.

“But Mallory, you should… You should yell at me… You should throw stuff at me… You should insult me… Hit me!”

“Why?”

“Because… I… I did that. I’m the one on the video. But I swear, it was my first time.”

She puffed.

“What do you mean?”

“Before this week-end, I promise, I had never been… I mean, I had fooled around with guys before, I had gone to sauna places, but I had never done anything like that…”

“You had never been fucked in the ass? Right?”

“Yes, that’s it…  Well, no, I had never been!”

“Well, you seemed to have liked it enough for a first time.”

I gulped.

I was shaking from head to toes.

“No… It’s not that… Fuck, Mallory, why are you so calm right now!?”

“Ryan, what do you want from me?”

“A reaction! It’s like it’s so normal to you!”

I know how it looks. It was completely out of line and out of any common sense for me to be mad at my wife for not hating me but I was completely lost.

“You really think that I didn’t know? All of these years?”

Another shock.

“You… You knew?”

“I guess I don’t know every single that you’ve done. Believe me, I tried to stay away from it as much as possible but yes, I have a general idea. Ryan, I’ve been aware of the saunas, of your week-ends away, of the forums you’re visiting, I’ve known for so long… You do need to get better at erasing your browsing history.”

Now that she was saying all of this, I felt even more like a fool.

Mallory was an accomplished surgeon, one of the smartest women I knew, what the hell was I thinking?

Obviously, she had understood what I was up to!

“And… And you never said anything?”

“Why? I thought we had an unspoken understanding. You were doing your thing on your side, and I was doing mine on my side, and aside from that, we were being happy together.”

It took a few seconds for me to process this.

“An unspoken… Wait! Your thing? What… What are you talking about?”

“I thought we had this rule where we could explore our kinks outside of our relationship as long as we did not let it interfere with us. Isn’t it what you’ve been doing all this time?”

“Our kinks? Mallory, this is… Like, there’s no such rule!”

She burst out laughing.

“Okay, so, what you’re telling me is that you were happy cheating on me for all these years as long as you thought that I was clueless about it?”

“No! Of course, not! Don’t twist my words.”

“Say what you mean, then!”

“I don’t know! Fuck! I’m so confused right now.”

I burst out laughing as well.

The nerves, no doubt.

“Look, I’m only bringing this up tonight because the video is out and Jensen is a freaking moron trying to destroy our marriage for some reason.”

“He’s into you, that’s why. He’s always been into you.” I spoke.

“Yeah, I thought so…”

“But Mallory, you’re fine with this? I mean, what you saw, what I did.”

She sighed.

“Fine is a big word but let’s just say that I’ve always been a realist. I don’t live in a utopic world where human beings are strictly monogamous. I don’t think marriages today survive like this.”

“Wow. Again, I thought we were both living in this world where we believed in not cheating.”

“Seriously? You’re going to get mad at me for saying that I don’t believe in monogamy when you’ve been cheating on me for basically twenty years.”

“I haven’t cheated…”

“Ryan…”

“Well, yeah, I’m a damn moron myself it seems like. It’s not… Fuck, I cannot find my words tonight. I know I’m in the wrong, one hundred percent.”

“Clearly, the cat is out of the bag now so what I suggest is that we take care of dealing with Jensen and the video, and then, we’ll have a serious chat about our sex life.”

“I agree. Mallory, please, don’t misunderstand my reaction. I’m just…. Well, honestly, I’m shocked. But of course, I’m happy to have this conversation and to see how you’re reacting right now.”

“We’ll go deeper into this later, no pun intended.” Yes, she even dared a joke. “But I am curious. What is your kink exactly? You’re bisexual? You’re like your brother’s husband, Austin? Finding out that you like guys later in life?”

“No… I mean, I guess I’m not that straight but the main thing is… I like to… Well, I like to show myself off, I’m an exhibitionist of some sort. But I didn’t want to do it with other women, I know how crazy that may sound, but it was really out of respect for you that I went with men.”

Hearing me saying this out loud was indeed even worse.

“That does sound crazy, honey.” Mallory told me wisely.

“Yes, I know. But it is actually how it started for me. I thought that if I was getting my kick out of showing off to guys and not to girls, it wouldn’t mean anything and this was not really cheating.”

“And then?”

“Then, things just got… more intense.”

The video on the laptop was paused, right in the middle of my orgasm.

“I can see that.”

I looked at Mallory.

I have mentioned in this story previously that Eric had aged very well, but it was also the case for Mallory.

She was gorgeous at 40 years old, just like she was at 20, if not more.

We talked about Jensen for a while, I called the company who had organized the “event”, and they were mortified.

They promised to take care of the leak and to find out who was responsible among the guests.

But honestly, at this stage, I did not care about it that much.

I was completely overwhelmed by Mallory’s reaction, how she had known all of this time, how mature and in a way, resilient, she had been about this, and how she seemed to have some secrets of her own.

“Mal…”

“Yes?”

“I’m in no position to judge you and I promise that I won’t but you… You did mention having our things, like separately, outside of our marriage.”

She smiled.

“Yes?”

“So you had your own thing going on then?”

“I honestly thought that you kind of knew, just like I did.”

“Nope… I had no idea. I suppose I was too focused on trying to hide my own bullshit… And greatly failing at it.”

“What do you want to know?” She asked.

“I’m not sure… Mainly, I guess I want to know what is your kink? What do you do outside of our marriage?”

She bit her lips.

“I’m far from doing anything regularly, but I do like gangbangs. A lot.”

If I was flabbergasted before, now I was on the floor.

“Wh… What?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“I like being taken, manhandled by multiple men all at once. I just want them to be aggressive and to rough me up a little, or more than a little. Hey, I guess we’re so different after all!”

And this conversation was opening the door to a whole new realm of possibilities…

Discovering your sexuality by yourself is fun, but with your adventurous wife, this could get even more interesting!

[THE END]

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And that's a wrap on another story!

Throughout the past three years, I have really enjoyed going back to Ryan's life occasionally, exploring different moments of his life, and I hope you have enjoyed his journey as well.

Ryan remains one of my favourite characters from the "My First Year" trilogy, and overall, from all of my books.

It is bittersweet to say goodbye to him but I was done with this spin-off.

Obviously, who knows if Ryan might come back once again through another setting?

Also, I hope that you have enjoyed this ending and the twist.

I did not know how far Ryan would go in his sexual adventures, but I always knew Mallory will surprise him in the end. It was something I had in mind since writing "My First Year in College" when I introduced the couple nearly five years ago...

Back then, I would have never thought I would still be writing about these characters so many years later.

The E-book will be available for the Avid Readers next week.

And the new story: "The Calendar Project" will begin in two weeks. 

Cheers, guys!