Dear Internet, From Cow Tits!

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Desc: Erotic Sex Story: This is a letter from Wendy Taylor written to the "Internet" (and more specifically to the loyal fans of Family Feud who followed her story). It is something of an epilogue - and a clarification from the version of the story you know.

Dear Internet,

It has come to my attention that our former neighbor, Mort Goldstein, wrote a very sordid and detailed account of events from our life. Mister Goldstein lived next to our home in Cherry Lawn Estates and while much of his writing was pieced together from emails, journals, overheard conversations and text messages – there were quite a few embellishments, exaggerations, and inaccuracies.

They say there are always "two sides' to a story" but in our case there is probably a side for everyone that was involved. In some cases, I think Mort did his best to present a fair and accurate portrayal of what he termed "A Family Feud".

In my humble opinion, it was never a "Family Feud" but really an opportunity for our family to discover our dysfunctions, shortcomings, and inhibitions, learn and grow with them, and learn how to pull together in tough times.

I have read the four "books" of his story extensively – aloud at times while standing at attention in our living room once my husband discovered their existence.

FAMILY FEUD ONE – THE REAL STORY!

The author seems overly dramatic by calling this a 'prequel'. He apparently rewrote this story into what he lovingly called a 'blue-ray edition' that he felt covered many of the details he missed the first time he wrote the story.

He recounts how my daughter and I met and decided to confront my husband and son for being lazy and not taking care of themselves. That is absolutely true! We laid down the law and thought we were really being clever by writing up a "Declaration" of rules we wanted the guys to have to follow.

It was mostly tongue in cheek and we didn't really expect it to be anything more than a wake-up call. One thing was said and then another – and after several misunderstandings the men both moved out in a huff.

What Mort fails to tell you is that I was hyper-critical of them and essentially drove them away – slamming the door. I chuckled to myself that they would be back after a few hours of driving around angry and then they would have to eat crow. I thought I could make my husband do a few jumping jacks and eat healthy because, from my perspective, he sat around all day feeling sorry for himself, talking about sports on the internet, and jerking off to internet pornography and he might as well do SOMETHING productive with his time.

My husband is definitely stubborn and instead of coming back – they moved into a dirty old motel on the other side of town where they ran up a huge debt and lost all of the stuff they took with them – including Bill's precious high school football memorabilia.

I was well aware he didn't have this stuff when he got home – and was happy it was no longer taking up space in the garage! I loaded up our credit cards shopping without a hint of guilt for Jamie and I – gleeful that Bill wasn't home to tell me not to spend so much.

When Bill and Chris finally did come home they were so ready to eat crow that they willingly submitted to anything I wanted. I quickly took my joke too far and not only pushed them to eat right and exercise but I started to emasculate them. I made them do all the house work and one day when Chris was talking to his father I came in and yelled "You are like two lazy hens! If I don't come in here and spank your asses every five minutes you sneak off to look at porn! I should make you work in the nude so I can tell when you popped a boner!"

I was teasing them because I knew Chris had just come back from looking at his computer and I know what he used it for – the semen filled socks around his office chair was kind of a big clue.

I didn't expect them to take me seriously! Chris expected me to give him a spanking and I did! I laughed the entire time and I spanked his fat ass as hard as I could.

Bill folded his arm and played the silent tough guy. I told him that he had better drop his drawers and if his son could take it – so could he!

I didn't expect Bill to actually do it – but he did!

It only took a few days before, drunk with power, I was ordering them to do the most humiliating things I could think of and getting off on it. I didn't feel guilty or wicked or even dirty!

Bill and I hadn't had the most electric sex-life but I found, once he was well behaved around the house, that he could be very enthusiastic about eating me out and I took full advantage of that! The story Mort wrote never mentions my making my husband spend hours munching every bit of my hair muff. I didn't care how musky or how hairy it was – he had to EAT or he didn't EAT supper.

I whipped them with belts, I spanked their asses, I slapped their cocks and called them "little pee-pees" while emasculating them, and I encouraged Jamie to do the same. She laughed at me and refused to go along with it.

I convinced her it would be fun and soon my teenage daughter was parading her older brother around all her friends and making him the butt of all their jokes!

We ran the guys through the ringer!

At the end of Family Feud, Mort has this fantasy for this very evil girl named Cathy Griffin. He was convinced they orchestrated a car accident and blackmailed us.

My daughter had thrown a wild party at our house –without my permission! She bought alcohol with her father's credit card and invited over tons of kids. She knew she could get away with it because we were now the Queens of the house and her father was going to have to bartend in a skimpy French maid costume she'd picked out for him.

There were several girls at school who TOLD him that my husband had got on Craigslist and ran a "Need Models" scam. They actually showed up as a dare to each other and posed for him. He was paying something like twenty dollars TOTAL for a session – they pretended that was good money and stroked his ego, but were secretly laughing at him.

They had planned on confronting him and making his night a living hell. Cathy Griffin was definitely in on the joke but she actually put a stop to it.

Mort has a delicious imagination and I will grant him that. The truth is that Cathy confronted us and her 'blackmail' was that she would tell on us unless we let the guys have some payback.

I would say that while Cathy did kind of blackmail Jamie and I – she really did make us see reason. You might call it manipulating us – but Jamie and I both realized we had been devilish, greedy bitches, who owed the men some payback.

FAMILY FEUD II

We swallowed our medicine and agreed to let the men get even by bossing us around. We were game to exercise, eat right, and clean the house – we already had been doing that with the exception of the month or so that the guys waited on us hand and foot.

They knew that would be too easy for us - and to be good sports we agreed to let them have some fun at our expense. I DID make stipulations when Bill first proposed this that no one at work or our neighbors find out, no permanent marks or bruises, and no sex in front of the kids.

Bill quickly pointed out I had been allowing Mort to watch the guys masturbate each other and pretending he wasn't obviously in the window fapping his little cock furiously to it. He also pointed out I had also let Mort watch him go down on me – several times and frankly, I had gotten off on that.

Mort has always been a bit of a boob watcher and I think he has been infatuated with us since we moved in several years ago. He wrote that I looked like a Jeniffer Aniston type with big, fake tits. I am definitely flattered but wouldn't say I was perfect.

My daughter has always been a healthy, gorgeous, beautiful blonde with blue eyes and I had to teach her at an early age that men like to stare and not to pay attention. She was used to his attentions and it didn't bother her either.

Bill insisted we let Mort watch. There was a part of the story where we try to blow another neighbor's mind (Mrs. Waxerman) and tell her outrageous things and let her see us doing outrageous things. It was sort of like a game of "Jenga" where we keep adding impossible stories and seeing how outrageous our behavior was, until she finally wouldn't buy it any longer.

Mort didn't mention the many, many, times we played that game with him. He pointed out rightly that my daughter and I spent a great deal of time outside in the backyard tied up in our fenced in yard. He failed to mention the many times we talked to him through the fence and pretended to be sunbathing, knowing full-well he knew we were bound and tied.

He also didn't mention the many times my husband invited him over and pretended it was very normal for my daughter and I to be eating off the floor like dogs while offering Mort some coffee and talking to him about his taxes from the previous year.

We would mewl around on the floor and purr – while brushing up against his leg and tease him in order to see who could make the poor, timid man strike a boner and suddenly claim he had to be somewhere – anywhere else.

The first few weeks of our time as the guy's slaves were actually kind of fun and interesting. I found that secretly I enjoyed having the men take charge and they seemed so confident and forceful. The sex with Bill had become very adventurous and exciting, and submitting to him seemed like the mid-life change that I really needed in our marriage.

I found that being a bitch and always being in charge had been a let-down. There was something very primal about letting go of that and trusting Bill and my son to make decisions for me. It seemed the price for that elated feeling was harsh discipline, humiliation, and eating my pride – a price I willingly chose to pay.

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