Chapter 6: Talking secrets

They all had dinner together, that night. Roger and Lucy, and all the kids, except for Martin, of course, who would arrive just the next day. But the rest of them were there.

The center of all attention, of course, was Sally. She was the one who had just arrived from Boston. She was the one no one saw for months. She was the one who brought gifts with her, for the whole family. Everyone asked her a million questions.

Even Matt, not knowing that his sister had seen him performing gay sex hours before, talked to her. And Sally blushed every time she had to answer one of his questions.

It was a nice meal. And a nice evening. But it was Friday, after all, and that meant that the kids had plans.

Except for Amy. The younger Parker, just fifteen, was the only kid who would stay home that night. She didn't mind, Amy was still a little shy with boys (she was still a virgin!) and had spent the whole afternoon with her friends. She was tired.

But Laurie had a date. Laurie and Brad, her boyfriend, a pretty guy from her group. She would meet him, as usual.

Linda had a bad disappointment that afternoon, with the Mortons, but it didn't matter. It was all past. Andy Newman, a nice 20 year-old, was going to fuck her that night. Andy was cute and knew how to use his nice prick. It was Friday night, and Linda had to enjoy herself.

Julie was going out with friends. Unlike Laurie and Linda, Julie had no idea if she would have sex that night, but she certainly hoped so.

Jack, the younger of the boys, had a party to go. Like Amy, Jack was a virgin, and he didn't expect to change it on that Friday. He only hoped to have a good time. He had spent the whole afternoon with his friends Troy Anderson and Greg Stone, just talking about this party. It was supposed to be real good!

Matt also had plans for the night. But he had to change them. After blushing every time she heard her brother's voice, Sally finally had the nerve to ask him out. It wasn't a date. They had to talk, she said. He tried to escape, but couldn't. According to Sally, they really had to talk. Matt was a little nervous, but decided to go with her. He thought she was going to talk about her problems, and he felt good about it, being just seventeen. He had no idea that she had seen him that afternoon.

Lucy also had to talk. To her husband. She acted strange the whole evening, and Roger didn't know what her problem was. They went to their room early, and left Amy downstairs, alone, watching TV.

Lucy locked the door, sat on the bed and asked her husband:

"Roger... We don't keep secrets from each other, do we?"

"What do you mean? Of course we don't! I love you, Lucy, you know that. I still love you."

"Tell me the truth. Do you have a lover?" And, before she could think, she added: "A boyfriend?"

"No. I mean... Why are you asking me that?"

"I'll ask you again. Do you?"

Roger remained silent. He couldn't lie to her again. He had just tried it, and it obviously didn't work. And then he asked her, again:

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I think you do. Do you? Uh? Do you like other men?"

Roger didn't answer. He couldn't believe it, she knew it. After twenty years, she knew everything. He had no idea of how she had figured it out, but she certainly knew it.

"Yes," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Me too. Why haven't you told me?"

"I... I didn't want to lose you."

"Yeah, right, and now I'm hurt. Fuck you, Roger, what do you think I am?"

"I love you, Lucy. I really do. It's just a... It's just a..."

"It's just that you also like guys. You also like a penis. The bigger, the better, uh? And that's something I can't give you."

"Yeah, but... Please, don't go away. I'll try to stop."

Lucy laughed. Surprisingly. None of them were expecting her to laugh during this conversation.

"You don't have to stop, you just have to be honest with me! Hey, I can't give you that, I don't have a penis, and... Sex has nothing to do with love, mister! Shit, I'm not republican, I don't care if you like men! Hell, my own daughter is bisexual, and I love her. Like I love you. If you want to have sex with guys, okay, just let me know."

"Is it that easy?"

"Of course it is!"

"You know, my first wife left me when I told her about it."

"Yeah, but I'm not that cunt. If you want to play with other guys' cocks, fine with me. But you can't hide it from me. Shit, Julie was honest!"

"I know."

"No you don't know. You don't know how I felt. I knew you were seeing someone, you're so fucking organized that I realized that you were always tired on Fridays. I know that you had sex every Friday. Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"I thought I was getting too old."

"No..."

"I was a teenager when I married you. I don't know, I though you liked young girls."

"You're still beautiful, Lucy!"

"Yeah, now I know that you don't prefer a younger girl. But... I felt horrible in these last weeks, you know?"

"I'm sorry."

"And you're keeping this from me for twenty years!"

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"You have to tell me, Roger! All about it."

"Frank and I, we're..."

"Frank. You're fucking Frank!"

"Yes."

"Obviously. Frank is bisexual, Janet is bisexual, Julie is bisexual, you are bisexual... It seems I'm surrounded by bisexuals, and you thought I would have a problem with that! I have a problem, baby: Frank and Janet knew something about you that I didn't."

"I'm sorry. I don't know if Janet knows..."

"Why wouldn't she? Have you fucked her, too?"

"No. Since I met you, you were the only woman I had sex with."

That hurt Lucy. A little. Because she had had fantastic sex that same afternoon. With another man. But she wanted to know it all.

"When... When did this start?"

"Months ago. Frank and I, we just... He knew about me. He realized I was bi, and... We just..."

"When have you started to sex with another man?"

"That's... 30 years ago!"

"How?"

"It's... You know, another boy, he was a couple of years older than me, and we... Well, you began to experiment together. We were both virgins."

"Who was he? I can't imagine a couple of guys beginning to... You know."

"Oh, just a boy."

But Lucy knew he was hiding something from her. It was written all over his face. Lucy asked Roger:

"Do I know him?"

"No... No... I mean, no. Just a boy."

"You're lying to me! Again. Oh, shit, Roger, let ME be honest with you. I don't mind if you like to have sex with other guys. It's your life, it has nothing to do with me, I can't give you that, and like Janet Stone always says: sex has nothing to do with love. You can fuck whoever pleases you. But you have to be honest with me. I can take every shit you have to tell me, but... No lies. No more."

"George."

Lucy was surprised! She asked:

"George?"

"Yes."

"Your brother?"

"Yes."

"Well... Okay. That's okay. I don't mind. No. It's okay. And he's also..."

"We don't talk about that. Not anymore. I have no idea. I don't think he is, but... I never asked."

"Okay. And it was just when you were boys?"

"Yes."

"See? It wasn't so hard, Roger. I can't take it. I'm much stronger than you think. Next Friday, or whenever you feel like fucking a guy... Just let me know. At least I'll know where you are! And I'll know you're having pleasure. Do you have pleasure?"

"Yes."

"Do you cum?"

"Yes."

That kind of turned Lucy on. Just a little. She was a little curious about it. But she was also strangely in peace with herself. She meant every word she had said. And she also meant the next words she said:

"Come here. Hold me. I have something to tell you."

Roger sat next to her, and held her. For a few seconds, he thought she would confess she was also bisexual. But then she said it:

"I had sex with Larry Harper today."

Roger looked deep in her eyes and asked:

"What?"

"I did. You heard me."

Roger was hurt. His wife had just confessed that she... Oh, and Larry was so huge! Fuck!

"I thought you were having sex with other women."

"I see. And he told you about me."

"Yes. He didn't know. He thought I knew, and that would only be natural, uh?"

"Yeah, whatever, Lucy."

"Hey. Roger. Look at me. I love you. I was confused, I was insecure, and I did it. And I don't regret it."

"No?"

"Oh, no, baby. I loved it. You know what I'm talking about, Roger, you know Larry. He's fantastic. I love you, I love fucking you, but... I would like to have sex with other men, too. I know it's not the same, I know men can give you something that I can't, but... Let's be open. Let's be free about it. Like Frank and Janet. They don't mind."

"I can't really picture you having sex with Larry. Or any other man. It's... I know it's selfish, but... It's hard for me."

Lucy smiled:

"Larry invited us for a threesome. What about that? Just a one-time thing. If we don't like it, we'll talk about it, and... I guess both of us have to see the other with another guy. It has nothing to do with love, Roger. It's just sex, to make us feel good. A wonderful feeling, yes, but I don't want to marry anyone else. Just sex. Good sex."

"I don't know."

Lucy lied down:

"Oh, come here, Mr. Parker. I just want to change our sex life. I want to improve it. Let's just try."

Lucy touched her husband's pants. Sure enough, his cock was not soft. In fact, it was almost completely hard. She said:

"Part of us like this idea, Roger. I could never think on that this morning. But now, I realized that I miss other men. They can also be good. You'll always be my husband but... I understand you, Roger. A cock can be really good."

"Well, Lucy, I..."

"Let's try, Roger. Just try. If we don't like it, okay. We can still have an open marriage. But hey, Frank and Janet have threesomes and orgies all the time... Were you never curious about it?"