"She knows that, now. God, did I give her hell. Anyway, I'm sure they'll accept the invitation."
"Are you sure they'll be cool?"
"Yes, I'm not worried about them. I've met them both many times. They're very sweet, very straight, ultra conservative, regular churchgoers, the works, but they like to watch nastiness. That's typical of their type."
"How do they feel about you?"
"At first, they hated my guts because of all the things they'd heard about me, for corrupting their daughter, for cheating on my spouse, for having sex with dogs, especially for the way I abuse Heather to amuse my perverted friends, but they treated me with respect because I was Sarah's best friend, and now that they think we're lovers, I'm a special guest. If they still hate me, they don't ever show it. Just the opposite. They go out of their way to show me love and affection."
"They like you, now?"
"They have me fooled. I stop by on my own all the time. I've even brought lovers over there to fuck, canine and human, and get treated the same way, and you know what a lewd, crude slut I can be. I can't shake them. If it's an act, it's a damn good act."
"When did they learn you were lovers?"
"About three months ago, Sarah told them we were lovers, asked that they accept it, told them I was married and that we needed a safe place to get together.
She told them I needed a place to meet with my lovers and take dogs for sex and as a favor to her to give me a house key and make me feel welcome. They didn't like it, but they accepted it, and I got a key right then and there, reluctantly, but they handed it over. This has been going on for months, since March, maybe February. At first, it drove them nuts seeing us loving on each other when we'd visit, and we always went off to the spare bedroom to get it on."
"Fuck, she really has it in for them, doesn't she?"
"She sure does, but she only got to them for a week or two. Since then, her attempts to shock and hurt them have had no effect that I can see, and we go out of our way to do both without being overtly hurtful or hateful.
We seem thoughtless and insensitive, self-centered and rude, oblivious to all but our own pleasures, spoiled rotten bitch peas in a pod, but that's all they've ever known from Sarah and all they've ever seen from me. They have two Sarah's now: one crude and vulgar, and one dumb bitch."
"You must be the dumb bitch from the mean streets."
"No, I play the dyke, a vulgar dyke. Sarah plays my fem bitch. Dumb was a poor word choice. A spoiled, rich-bitch, educated air head is better, and that's Sarah.
I play a role; Sarah plays herself. I've been gradually moving my role closer to the real me because vulgar dyke got to where it didn't faze them, but the real me does, still does. I get more rises out of them when I stop by with a mutt or a workman, and a black workman puts them in an upper class hissy which they feel obligated to smile through. Right now, I'm pretty much just being myself, which works out good if we bring them into our social circle."
"I'm interested in how you and Sarah carry on when you visit and how they respond to it.
And, I don't want a fantasy."
"It's mostly how they don't respond. They don't respond to acts and actions that demand response, and for two people to not respond in exactly the same way to exactly the same things requires a rehearsed non-response."
"What?"
"It's like if you and I were trying to carry on a conversation with another couple, and one is digging boogers out of her nose and feeding them to the other, we would each have a reaction to that. No way would either one of us show absolutely no reaction, and for both of us to remain cool, calm, and smilingly conversational, we'd need to work hard on that and be ready, mentally prepared for the first time it happened."
"How do you do that?"
"If you know they're booger eaters, you rent booger eating movies and watch them till you're numb to it, seen it all, and nothing surprises you."
"Ah, so they've been doing their homework, hitting the porno shops."
"That's the only explanation, and it took about two weeks before nothing fazed them. I do things they haven't rented, so I can still get a reaction."
"So, why does Sarah bother if they're numb to it?"
"She's a fucking air head, and I haven't shared what I know with her. She thinks she's shocking the piss out of them, and it tickles the shit out of her thinking so. I love doing things that tickle the shit out of that grownup cheerleader, that's why we head for her folks' place for a good time."
"So, what do you do when you get there?"
"We never wear panties or bras and we get our nasty parts out right away. I get Sarah worked up by feeling her up, fingering her pussy in front of them, or fingering my pussy and smearing my wetness on her lips while she's trying to carry on a conversation with her folks."
"Woah, you feel her up while she's talking to her folks?"
"She visits with her parents while engaging in sexual foreplay as though she's trying to kill two birds with one stone, and they go along with this bullshit.
It's pretty fucking bizarre even for me."
"Do they turn on?"
"It's hard to say by outward appearances. Her old man hides his crotch and her mother blushes at anything. They look. They don't avoid us or avoid looking at what we do. They buy into the premise of combining a social visit and lesbian foreplay, but they both stare at a splayed beaver while talking, making no effort to establish eye contact with the speaker. They converse when her mouth is free and wait when it isn't. I'm all foreplay and keep on until she just has to have it and begs to eat my pussy, suck my snatch, lick my cunt. I tease and make her keep up the begging until I'm satisfied, and when I grant permission, she excuses us. She drags me into the bedroom and rapes my ass. When she comes out, she apologizes for making a fool of herself, but she does that with a wet face. Mine is always dry."
"Fuck!"
"It's fun doing that shit in front of her folks. We always come out of the bedroom, naked, and stay naked until we leave. Sometimes, we're there all afternoon and make several trips to the bedroom. Between bedroom trips, I spend most of my time hand feeding Sarah my pussy juice while playing with her cunt.
We do a lot of fucking with me wearing the strap-on. She also eats pussy juice constantly. She always pauses to suck and lick my fingers, or she gets it herself and licks her own fingers, or masturbates while she licks my cunt juice off her fingers or mine. She's the cunt sucker. I never eat slut slime."
"Essentially, they see it all."
"All but the actual cunt sucking.
I fuck her with the strap-on dick, work her over with the dildos and vibrators.
I use butt plugs and nipple clips, clittie clamps, I even give her enemas, all in front of them. They won't say a damn thing to Sarah. That girl is spoiled rotten. She's ready to go down on me in front of them. When she does, I'm pissing."
"Well, I'm sure she knows you well enough to expect that."
"She'd better. She won't get her mouth near my pussy outside the bedroom, because she thinks they're not quite ready for that-not the twat eating, the piss sucking. Hell, they've been ready to watch her suck a pussy for months, and I'm sure they've encountered piss sucking. They probably wonder why we bother to go off to do that. I'll tell you one thing.
They are thoroughly used to the bisexual side of their daughter.
They accept the fuck out of it. They see what a cunt nut she is and they must think she's addicted to pussy juice. She acts like a cunt cream junkie, and Ellen now knows that Sarah doesn't care whose cunt she gets it from."
"I'm surprised they still let you two in the house."
"Are you kidding? They hurry us inside before someone sees us. They see she needs it, know I can provide it, and they're glad to offer us a safe and secure place to do it. They're always happy to see us. I get hugs, coming and going.
They wait on us hand and foot, and I'm the only one who gets to smoke in their house. They follow me around with the only ash tray, and her old man will light my cigarettes when my hands are busy on Sarah."
"They must be getting off on it."