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 Summary: Stacy recounts her sexual past to her husband Ted after picking
him up from the airport.  Her stories shock him and Stacy hopes, don't send
him looking for a new wife.
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Story: Dude, That's My Mom pt 5 by DaddyOh (MF, no sex) (July 2008)
Ted's demand hung in the air.  He wanted to know why his wife Stacy had

been in a porn movie and why it was not on Pay Per View.

   "Oh Ted," Stacy said.  "I'm so, so sorry."

   "But what's the deal?" Ted asked.  "I still want to know what that was
all about and why it's on PPV."

   "Well," Stacy began, "As for why it's on PPV and cable..."

   "It's on cable too?" Ted asked.  Stacy hung her head and let out a sigh.

   "Yes, Ted," she said.  "It's on cable, part of some 80s compilation
somebody came out with.  Anyway, I don't know why it's in either place.  I
did that about a year before we were married.  I had a bit of a past before
we met, Honey.  And I was afraid to tell you about it."

   "Well, Stacy," Ted replied, "You told me you had been with a few guys
before we were together.  But you didn't say anything about appearing in a
porn video."

   "I know," Stacy said.  "I just didn't want to tell you about what I had
been doing.  I wanted to change and to have a new life with you." Ted's
agitation eased a bit as his wife touched his arm.

   "It's O.K., Stac," he said.  "I just wish I hadn't found out that way.
But I..." He paused.  "What exactly were you up to before we were married?"

   "Honey," Stacy said, "You don't really want to talk about that, do you?"

   "At some point I'll want to hear the details," he replied.  "But for
now, just give me the highlights."

   "O.K.," Stacy said.  "You know my parents were always super
straight-laced about boys." Ted nodded.  "Well, I always made it seem like
I went along with it, because I thought that's what you wanted to hear. 
But the fact is, I went a little crazy for a couple of years after I went
to college."

   "What do mean by, 'a little'?" Ted asked.

   "Umm...by a little, I mean, a lot, actually," Stacy responded.  Ted
paused to think for a few moments.

   "So, what are you saying, Stac?" he said.

   "Oh, Ted," she replied.  "I was kind of a slut for a couple of years."

   "I really don't know what that meand," Ted said.  "Give me some idea of
what you mean.  I take it you were with more than a few guys." Stacy
affirmed this.  "How many?"

   "Ted," Stacy said.  "I don't know an exact count."

   "Roughly," Ted said.  "More than five?" Stacy nodded.  "More than ten?"
Another nod.  Ted paused again, wondering how high he should guess.  "Shit,
Stacy.  More than 25?" She nodded again.  "Just give me your best guess!"

   "Less than, 50?  Maybe?" Stacy said with a smile, trying to lighten the
mood."

   "50!?!" Ted exclaimed.  "Are you fucking kidding me?" 50?  Shit! 
Stacy...!"

   "I know, Ted," she replied.  "I'm so sorry."

   "Well it's not so much that you did it," Ted said.  "I just wish I had
known about it."

   "I understand, Sweetie," Stacy said.  "But please understand that at the
time, you were pretty straight-laced yourself.  You didn't watch porn, you
didn't go to strip clubs..." Stacy stopped abruptly, offering a pregnant
pause.

   "What?" Ted said.  "I didn't watch porn, I didn't go to...  Oh shit. 
Stacy...are you trying to tell me that..." he looked sideways at her in the
car.  Stacy nodded her head.  "You stripped?  What the fuck, are you
kidding me?  For how long?"

   "A year at the most," Stacy said.  "At the Body Shack, near the
university campus."

   "You mean, while were dating," Ted said, "You were shaking your ass at
the Body Shack?  While I was in the library down the street, you were
letting guys paw you and stuff bills in your g-string?"

   "Ted," Stacy said.  "I swear to you, once we started dating, I quit.  I
told you, I wanted my life to be different.  I wanted you." Once again,
Ted's mood softened.

   "Well, what about the porn video?" he said.  "How did that happen?"

   "Probably the way you would think," Stacy replied.  "A guy came in the
club one night.  He had seen me dance a few times.  He asked me and a
couple of other girls if we would consider doing some videos.  I was the
only one curious enough to try it.  So, I did a couple of movies as
'Brandy'.  That was pretty much it...pretty much." Ted looked over at her
again.

   "Pretty much?" he asked.  Stacy hung her head again.

   "Ted, I'm only going to tell you this because I want you to know
everything," Stacy said.  Some people say my 'Brandy' videos and contacted
the company that distributed them, asking if I was interested in doing some
private, custom videos."

   "What the hell does that mean?" Ted asked.

   "Well," Stacy said, "it means that a couple of rich guys, paid me to do
a few things and they had a video guy film it."

   "Like what?" Ted inevitably asked.

   "You're sure you want to hear this?" Stacy said.  "Because I really
don't need to talk about it."

   "I know this much," Ted said.  "How much worse could it be?" Stacy was
about to give an estimate of how much worse when Ted interrupted.  "Just
tell me!"

   "O.K.," She replied.  "Well, there was some, you know, school girl
stuff. No big deal." "And there was some, what did they call it?  Extreme
penetration." Ted was about to ask, but he thought he would get
clarification later.  "And there was...ummm...a custom cum video." Ted
couldn't let this one go.

   "What does that mean?" He said.  "Custom cum?  What's that?"

   "Basically," Stacy said, "One of the rich guys paid me a lot of money
to...let some guys cum on me."

   "Yes?" Ted said.  "And?"

   "And they came on me," she said.  "On...my face."

   "How many guys came on your face in this, custom cum video?" Ted asked.

   "Oh, Ted," she said.  "Do you really want to..."

   "Stacy, just tell me!" Steve said, growing impatient.

   "25," she replied.

   "What?" Ted excalaimed.  "25 guys came on your face?  Are you shitting
me?"

   "Do you totally want to kill me?" Stacy asked through a nervous smile,
still trying to keep the mood light.

   "Stacy, I don't know how to respond," Ted said.  "How could you have
done all these things and..."

   "Ted, it was so long ago!" Stacy said.  "You can't hold it against me
after all this time."

   "Stacy," Ted continued, "I'm trying to get my mind around this and I..."

   "Please," Stacy interrupted again, "Try and see it from my point of
view. I was afraid I'd lose you."

   "O.K., Stac," Ted said.  "Just relax, O.K.?  Now, is that all of it? 
All the stories about your sex life before me?"

   "Yes," Stacy said.

   "Did you ever have sex with anyone at the strip club?" Ted asked.  Stacy
gave another nervous smile as if to say that was an affirmative.  "O.K. 
We'll talk about that one later.  Is that it about the porn?"

   "Yes," Stacy said.  "Well, there was one other custom video I did."

   "What was that?" Ted asked.

   "I got paid a TON of money for it," Stacy said.  "It was really weird. I
had never even thought..."

   "Stacy," Ted cut-in, "Tell me."

   "A horse," Stacy said.

   "What?" Ted asked.

   "A horse," Stacy repeated.

   "What about a horse?" Ted asked.  Stacy hung her head and sighed once
more.

   "Are you sure you want to..." Stacy began, but when she saw the look on
her husband's face, she knew the answer.  He wanted to know.  "I got paid a
lot of money, by a very rich guy...to...get a horse off."

   "You have got to be kidding now," Ted said.  Another nervous smile from
Stacy.  "A horse?  No way." A smile and an anxious nod.

   "You asked," Stacy said.  "Look Ted, it wasn't something I had ever
thought of doing.  I've never even thought of doing anything like that
again.  It was a one-time thing."

   "Well," Ted said, "How did that work?"

   "There were four of us," Stacy said.  "Me and another girl, and the two
guys filming.  They took us to a farm that belonged to the guy who was
paying all of us.  And he uhh...had horses."

   "But how did it happen?" Ted asked.

   "They took us to the barn," Stacy said.  "The other girl got the horse
hard.  She seemed to know what she was doing.  She reached under and played
with his cock.  And this enormous, enormoush pole came out of the sheath.
I've never seen anything like it."

   "How big was it," Ted asked.

   "By the time it was mostly hard, it was probably two feet long," Stacy
said.

   "Shit!  Two feet?" Ted asked.

   "Therabouts," Stacy replied.  "So, I went first.  I got down on my knees
and put my hands on and began stroking it.  It was weird, this long muscly
thing.  I kissed it and ran my tongue on part of it, then I put the head in
my mouth, barely, and jerked my hands back and forth on the big shaft."

   "And?" Ted asked.  Stacy couldn't tell whether he was thrilled or
disgusted by the story.

   "And," Stacy continued, "I got the head in my mouth and I was stroking.
And after a minute, the horse came." She paused to see Ted's reaction but
she couldn't read it.  So she continued.  "It was like a river, like a
firehose in my mouth.  All of a sudden it was filled, overflowing with
horse cum.  It came out so fast and there was so much of it.  I swallowed
as much as I could, but it was leaking out of my mouth so fast.  I pulled
it out so I didn't choke and the rest shot all over my face.  And it ran
down my tits and all over me.  I was soaked."

   "And somebody videoed it?" Ted asked.  Stacy nodded.  "Is that going to
show-up somewhere?  Like Brandy?"

   "No, it won't," Stacy said.  "The custom videos were for private
parties, sort of collectors of unusual things like that.  I can't imagine
they were ever made public.  These guys made them for themselves." Ted
pondered this for a few moments.

   "Well, I hope that's true," Ted said.  Stacy assured him again that they
didn't have to worry about that.  She didn't think she could have gotten
off the hook with the horse story that easily.  "I can't believe all this,
Stacy.  I mean, damn.  Do you realize what a shock this is...to find all
this out after all this time?"

   "Yea," Stacy said.  "I can kind of imagine what a shock this might be."
She thought to herself that Ted didn't really know the meaning of shock
unless he had not only heard about such things, but caught his son and his
son's friend jerking off while watching them.  As if on cue, Ted asked
another question.

   "Speaking of the video," Ted said, "I told you how I found out about it.
With the guys on the road.  How did you find out about it?  How did you
know it was on cable?"

   "Funny thing you should mention that," Stacy said.  She wondered how she
could possibly reveal the last part of this story.  After everything she
just told him, how could she confess that she had given their son's best
friend a blow job after catching him and their son masturbating, while
watching the video?  She was just about to take her first stab at a
response when Ted's cell phone rang.  Very thankful for another minute to
think, Stacy breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Yes?" Ted said into his phone.  "Oh, Hi Marla.  Or should I call you
Dr. Hoffman?" Ted chuckled.  Stacy knew immediately that it was Marla
Hoffman, the principal of their son's school.  She couldn't imagine why
Marla was calling.  "Oh, really?...Both of us?...Sure...actually Stacy just
picked me up from the airport, I was out of town.  But we can swing by. 
Nothing major, is it?...O.K., we'll see you in about fifteen
minutes...Bye."

   "What did Marla want?" Stacy inquired.

   "She said she needs to talk to us," Ted replied.  "To both of us."

   "She didn't say what it was about?" Stacy asked.

   "No," Ted said.  "But she said it wasn't anything we had to be worried
about.  I told her we'd swing by." Stacy couldn't imagine what the
principal, who happened to be her good friend from college, wanted to talk
with both of them about.  In any case, she was glad for a diversion after
Ted's last question was hanging in the air.

   "You know what all that you told me makes me want to do after we see
Marla?" Ted asked.

   "Kill me?" Stacy said with a smirk.

   "Not quite," Ted said, finally smiling.  "It makes me want to take you
home and fuck the shit out of you, all day and all night, while you tell me
more about your exploits."

   Stacy liked the sound of that much more than the idea she had mentioned.
She thought she just might have dodged some huge bullets.  She still hadn't
told her husband about being with their son Steve or his friend James.  She
would figure out later how to approach that one.  In the meantime, she
wondered what Marla might want from them.
   END OF PART 5