We got caught by your mother and she pitched a holy fit, threw things and cursed us, but we finished. He got ten more fucks but faced another get-caught fuck. This one was all set up. We got caught almost immediately, and your mother cried, threw something, and stormed out. It went like this for the next four or five months.
A get-caught fuck came along roughly once a month, and we were going steady by this time, talking marriage."
"Why were you doing this, Sue?"
"It was a fantasy. I wanted to have this dirty secret going into this marriage because I wanted to carry on a sexual affair with your father all through our marriage, and I wanted your mother to know and accept it while hiding it from you. This was the wearing down process, and she was wearing down and still hadn't told you, though she now knew we were talking marriage, my biggest hurdle on the road to the chapel. There was an even bigger hurdle at the chapel, but I had to get by this one, first, or that one didn't matter."
"So, you turned up the heat."
"No, that would have been dumb.
This was a delicate time, a time when she could go either way.
Things remained the same, and I kept my fingers crossed. Every tenth fuck was a get-caught fuck. About the eighth or ninth get-caught fuck, she didn't cry or throw anything. She watched for a while, then calmly walked away. The next time, she stayed longer. She and your dad had a heart to heart. He told her there were ten for every one she saw. It must have been a good talk, because she sat and watched the next get-caught fuck from foreplay to cigarette. She lit the cigarette and I laid there on her bed in the nude while I smoked, blew smoke her way, and let the cum leak out on her bedspread."
"Did she say anything?"
"No, this was my power play.
She was told to just sit and watch quietly. I was showing her that she didn't intimidate me in the least. I was laid out along the edge where she sat in a chair at bedside within reach of my hip. My hands were behind my head which was propped on two pillows, the cigarette hanging from my lips, allowing her husband to worship my youthful hard body, driving home the point that I was the superior female, the most desired fuck."
"You really know how to hurt a gal, don't you?"
"Hurting her wasn't the point.
Driving her to surrender was the point."
"She already surrendered. She quietly watched you fuck her husband."
"No, she granted permission and set the place, time, and date. She agreed to be quiet and just watch. That's not what I was after. Just wait. You'll see.
Your dad was on his side beside me, playing with my tits. He sucked on my nipple while I laid my drawn-up left leg flat to the mattress so she could see her husband's cum leaking out of my cunt and puddling on the bedspread. It was all very overt. While he played with my tits, she stared at my fucked cunt.
When I finished my smoke, I calmly got up and used her dress to wipe my cunt, grabbing the material near the hem where it rested between her knees, exposing her legs to the panties while I wiped."
"Jesus. That was some power play. I suppose she said nothing."
"That wasn't the power play.
While wiping my cunt, I was staring at her crotch. No words were spoken, but she knew I wanted to see if her crotch was wet. Her legs were together when I reached for the skirt, pressed together after I raised the skirt, but under my expectant stare, her legs slowly parted and kept getting wider until she sat with a wide spread and the crotch of her cotton panties were stretched tight across her cunt, showing a transparent wet crotch, soaked through and through."
"That's hard to imagine."
"Imagine this. With that admission and surrender, I stuffed the soggy wet dress material in her mouth, then joined your father to admire the wet beaver we made and she displayed by drawing her legs up to show how far the wetness extended.
The whole ass of her panties were wet from vaginal seepage. Though we discussed how pathetic she looked and was, she wallowed in it and got wetter."
"So, the power play was making her admit that she liked watching the fuck."
"That was it, and she understood what I wanted without me having to say a word.
She showed both of us how she really felt about us fucking under her nose.
After that, she not only watched, she'd masturbate to it and came prepared without panties."
"Funny, I could never picture my mother masturbating."
"She's a two-handed fuck-rubber."
"A what?"
"One hand fucks, one rubs the clit, a serious masturbator. She's not one of those timid bitches that uses one hand to rub in the slit with legs squeezed together while the other covers her eyes. A good two-handed fuck-rubber does it with both hands, legs wide, and she looks at what she's doing. Your mother is one of the best, a four-finger fucker that likes her thighs to be out in a straight line, sitting low in a curl so she can see her own asshole."
"Fuck me! Tell me more."
"After that, all fucks were witnessed. We fucked; she frigged off to it. When the fuck was over, and I got up, she'd pull the lips open to show us her sopping wet pussy and leaky fuck hole, showing us that she had an orgasm.
Your mother is a quiet cummer but a very wet cummer. She flows after a good cum. She'd then get down on her knees in a subservient pose with her hands behind her back and I'd wiped my cunt on her, mostly on her face and head, but anywhere I pleased. Sometimes, I'd just straddle her and let our fuck drip down her front. I might bend over with my ass in her face and settle my slit over her nose, letting our fuck drain over her mouth, flowing over the chin to run down her neck and into her dress, forcing her to breathe through her nose the entire time, breathing in the scent of a fresh-fucked cunt."
"Christ, and you still do that?"
"That's the way it has been since then. I've added a few things over the years, such as pissing and face fucking. The three of us still get together for a fuck.
We don't talk about it, we just do it, and when we do it, she's included. She has to arrange every fuck, but I determine the when, where, and terms. I deal only with her and that became the deal after the power play. When he wanted my pussy, he went to her.
She came to me, and I made her beg me to service her husband.
She was doing that months before a wedding date was set. She couldn't tell you a damn thing after that. She was not only a part of it, she instigated it, begged for it. Her biggest fear was that you'd find out."
"Amazing, fucking amazing.
Tell me about the wedding."
"When I told your father I wanted to say my vows with his cum running down my legs, he loved it, but then I explained that she had to assist by lifting my dress, removing my panties, guiding his cock in, and jacking him off in my cunt with my parents and a few close friends watching and filming. Fuck! I just remembered. My parents have that film.
I saw it again just last Christmas. You want proof, Jack? I've got proof.
Seeing is believing."
"Sue, I believe you, but I would love to see that film. You skipped over something."
"Yes. Your mother would have nothing to do with that fantasy wedding. She would never get involved in the sex, just watch, masturbate, and be abused afterward.
She wasn't happy about you marrying me, anyway, but to disgrace the ceremony and make a mockery of the wedding, forcing her to participate was an outrage, and to do it before an audience and be filmed was more than she could bear."
"But she did. You said she lifted your wedding dress."