I was sitting in front of my computer staring at the newsgroup images. I've found that that's the easiest place to find what turns me on the most – young girls. Sometimes it's nude, sometimes in lingerie, other times I can't settle for anything less than watching them get fucked. I feel guilty for this illicit pleasure, but only briefly as I remind myself that I'm not the one doing these things to them. My name is Steve and I'm a semi-successful man with a loving wife, Janice. Janice has always been a very giving lover, but my attraction to young girls has always been my burden to bear. I'm sure most people would agree that it's something that isn't widely accepted. The first thing that attracted me to Janice was her body. At 5' and 95 pounds, I'm sure you can understand why. At a 32b, her breasts were almost too big for my tastes, but her perfectly rounded ass made up for that. As I stared at the images on my computer screen, completely engrossed in my own fantasies, I never heard my wife walk in the room. With my rapidly deflating cock in my hand, there wasn't a chance I was going to convince her that I was doing anything else other than fantasizing about the 13 year old on my computer. “Steve! What the fuck is this?!” She was in shock as to what she was seeing, and red-faced in anger. “Honey..” “Stop...just, just don't say anything else you sick bastard!” she screamed as she stormed out of the room. Left alone, in a room that now seemed oppressingly silent, I wondered what affect this was going to have. Is she packing her bags and leaving? Is my marriage over? What if she tells our friends? I've never acted on my desires, but no one is going to care about that. It's the scarlet letter for the new mellinnia. After five minutes or so I decided to go find her. As I walked into the bedroom, I found her sitting Indian style in the center of the bed holding a tissue, her eyes red and swollen. She lifted her head with a pained, pleading look as if to beg me to tell her that she had imagined the incident. I sat down on the bed next to her and reached for her hand. Instinctively, her hand recoiled from mine shooting me the look a wounded dog gives its master. “Why?” The sudden sound made me startle a bit, and my head jerked up to meet her gaze. “Why would you want to look at that? Is it me, something I've done? What?!” At that moment I realized that I had to tell my wife something that I've never shared with anyone, and hopefully help her understand her husband fully. “Janice, honey...” “Don't give me that 'honey' shit right now Stephen! WHY?!” “Well give me the chance and I will!” I snapped back at her, instantly feeling remorse for snapping at her. I softened my toned and started again. “There are things about me that I've never shared with anyone up until now, and I need you to understand that some of this I had no choice in, and have shaped some parts of my sexual preferences regardless of how I may or may not like it.” “Stephen you had better start talking faster because I'm about 5 minutes from walking out that door!” “I was raped by my sister.” The words hung in the air. I've never said those words to anyone. I could hardly face it myself, but it was the truth. When I was about ten years old and my sister was 14, she began to play little games with me. There were times that she would pretend that she was my hostage in a bank heist and encourage me to strip her. She and a friend taught me how to play strip poker, and even put on a strip tease for me one day. After a few months of this, I woke up one night with her sucking my little boy cock. When I started to protest, she put her hand over my mouth as she sunk her nearly bald pussy down onto my cock. She fucked me for about 15 minutes until my cock spasmed in my first orgasm and went soft. This continued for months until she moved away to live with her biological father in Texas. Later I learned that she was fucking him too. My wife sat there for about 10 minutes taking all this in, and finally asked “So, how do you explain what you were doing?” “The only thing that I can come up with is the fact that my first sexual experience was with a 14 year old girl, and because of that, I'm attracted to that body type. I'm no shrink, but that's all I can come up with.” My shoulders slouched a bit as I hung my head, feeling even worse after sharing my private shame. Janice told me she was going to stay with her mother for a few days because she needed time to think. I told her that I understood, and to take all the time she needed. I puttered around the house over the weekend, trapped in my thoughts about our marriage, our life and how things were going to change between us. Monday and Tuesday went by without a word from Janice, and I was firmly convinced that I would be getting divorce papers in the near future. As I pulled into the driveway Wednesday night, I saw her car in the driveway, but no lights on in the house. I burst in through the front door and called to my wife, getting a response from the room with my computer in it. Immediately, I tensed up wondering what this meant. I slowly walked to the back of the house with the feeling of a man condemned to death. I stepped into the room, and saw that Janice had pulled another chair up alongside mine and was sitting in it. On the screen was an image of one of the girls I love to fantasize about. I was in shock. Five days ago, she was screaming at me about this, and I had not touched the computer since. I knew I hadn't left that image on the screen so it had to have been her. I stood still in the doorway looking at her, wondering if this was a trap. “Come sit down, we need to talk.” As I walked over and sat down, she started in to a speech that seemed rather rehearsed. “I know you, Steve. I know that you'd never hurt anyone, especially a child, which is why this was so hard for me to understand. But I'm trying. Aside from your sister, have you ever touched a girl this young?” And motioned to the screen. Sitting there in front of her, without taking my eyes from her I told her the truth, “When I was 17 and she was 15, but other than that, no.” “Are you going to keep looking at these pictures?” This question made me stiffen a bit. She knew I looked at porn and didn't care, but this was something completely different. I finally broke her gaze and glanced at the computer screen. The girl was about 12, with long, curly red hair, breasts that were just starting to bud, and a totally bald pussy that she was spreading open for the camera. Whoever took those pictures was a lucky bastard, I thought. I looked back at Janice and said “Yes.” She stood up, and I thought she was going to leave, but instead, she started to undress. “I don't pretend to understand this, but as long as you're not hurting anyone, I'll try to play along, now pull your pants down.” I sat there in shock, watching her pull her pants down, and even though she preferred to wear thongs, I was surprised to see white cotton briefs. “Pants! Lose 'em!” she snapped at me. This snapped me out of it as I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, she finished undressing, leaving only the panties on. With my pants around my ankles, she stepped towards me and pulled my hand down her panties. She had shaved herself bald! This was a first for my wife, as she was normally trimmed, often saying that anything less made her feel like a little girl. She saw my cock jerk as I felt her newly shaved cunt and said “Do you think this is how her pussy feels? Look at her Steve...do you think it's this smooth?” “Mmmmmm...” was all I could manage, as all the blood was leaving my head and rapidly filling my cock. She pushed me into my chair and told me to go ahead and look at my pictures as she sank to her knees and proceeded to suck my cock, occasionally stopping to see what picture I was looking at. After about 10 minutes of her ministrations I told her I was going to cum and was shocked to hear her say “Cum in my mouth, Daddy!” as she sank down on my cock taking all 7” down her throat. This sent me over the edge and started pumping my cum down my wife's throat. After about 30 seconds, she raised up off my cock and kissed me. “It's starting to get late, and I need to be up early. Wake me when you come to bed.” I sat at my desk and pondered what this meant for us. Did this mean that she was going to accept this unexpected revelation? If so was this going to become a part of our sex life? Or did I have it all wrong and she's showing me what I'm going to miss when I come home tomorrow to see movers at the house. The mental emotional turmoil was so consuming that by the time I looked at the clock it was well past midnight. I slid in bed next to my wife without waking her and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke at 7:30 to my alarm and an empty bed – Janice had long since left for work. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of OJ and found a note from Janice telling me to hurry home from work as she had a surprise for me. Immediately I started thinking that I was right about the divorce papers and the moving crew. My heart sank as I went to the bathroom to get ready for work. The day dragged on uneventfully, dreading what was coming later that evening. I came home that evening and there wasn't a moving truck in the driveway and all the lights were on the house. I heaved a sigh of relief and went inside. As soon as I opened the door, I froze in my tracks. My wife was sitting on the couch surrounded by bags from Gap Kids. I was stunned. There was my wife wearing nothing but clothes bought from Gap Kids: mini-skirt, tank top, legs spread showing me the new, white cotton panties with her hair pulled up in pig tails held in place with barrettes. I was totally shocked. “So do you like what you see?” she teased. Of course it was obvious that I did since my slacks did nothing to cover raging hard on. “Looks like you do! Why don't you come with me? I want your cock in me while you get your eye candy!” I was confused by what she meant, but I was not about to deny my wife anything after this surprise. She took me to the spare bedroom, closed the door, opened the blinds and then got on all fours. The skirt was short enough that it rode up, exposing her panty-covered ass. I could see her work her fingers into her cunt and hear her breathing get heavier. I got naked and walked towards her, slowly stroking my cock. Janice stopped me. “Honey, look out the window.” My gaze lifted, and I was greeted by the sight of my neighbor's daughter. She was an 11 year old beauty. Long brown hair with the face of a cherub. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her take her clothes off and grab a towel. My cock was throbbing by the time the show was over. Janice jolted me back to reality when she spoke. “Come fuck me, Daddy! Your little girl, is ready for that huge cock!” I had almost forgotten that she was in the room! She pulled her panties to one side as I moved towards her. When I slipped into her it slid all the way home in one thrust. Partly because I was so turned on, and partly because she was dripping wet! I couldn't believe that this was turning her on! “Pretend that you're fucking her, Daddy. Show me what you would do to that little girl, that young piece of cunt, show me how a real man would fuck her.” I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Just five days ago she had left and I thought I was getting a divorce, and here she was begging me to tell her how I would fuck our neighbor's daughter! I started to get into it myself. “Take my cock, you little slut! Undressing for the whole neighborhood to see. I'm going to fill that little pussy with my cum, make you my whore and by the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my cock!” I felt my wife's pussy spasm as she came to a screaming climax. Right at that moment, I looked up and saw my neighbor's daughter watching us. She had her leg hiked up on the bed, fingering her pussy! “She can see us!” “What?” Janice almost yelled. “Don't fucking move! You want to know how I'd fuck her?! Let me watch the little cunt!” I redoubled my efforts, slamming into my wife sending her into another screaming orgasm, as I yelled “Take this you fucking slut!” I unloaded into my wife as a watched my neighbor's eyes widen and she collapsed. I assumed that she had an orgasm, and I was hoping she'd heard me yell at her to take my cum. I pulled out of her and forced my cock into her mouth, telling her that Daddy wanted his cock cleaned. She started to resist, but realizing that I wasn't going to stop, took my cock in her mouth and cleaned me up. After we had our breath again, she told me that she had thought about my desires, and as long as I didn't hurt anyone, she would stay with me. I was relieved at first, and then she told me that she would only dress as a little girl while we were at home. “Did she really see us fucking?” “Yes, and she was fingering herself too!” My wife rolled over and as she began to fall into a contented sleep said “I wish I could have watched her cum...” End of Part 1. ******Comments and constructive criticism welcome****** ******denverdegenerate@yahoo.com******