Chapter 8

Monica had part of the blanket pulled tightly to her face in an attempt to muffle her moans. At this point, I was so lost in lust that I didn’t care if every neighbor was watching. My inner thighs were slippery from being coated in my own wetness, and my desire to make this woman cum was feeding my frenzy. I focused my efforts on the little bundle of nerves that was engorged and poking out from the top of her slit. I took her little bean between my lips and sucked it while at the same time pressing my tongue against it. I felt her muscles tense and the blanket was drawn tighter as a weeks worth of tension was unfurled in one glorious moment. Her body quivered as I eased my attack on her clit and let her orgasm wash over her.

In an instant, I was pulled upwards, her lips crashing into mine, my blanket falling around my waist and exposing my bare breasts to the cool night air.

“I fucking love you! Oh my god…I’m so…fuck, I love you so fucking much. Don’t ever leave me, please?!” She proclaimed between kisses.

“I love you too! I’m so sorry.”

Her hands were all over me. Grabbing and kneading my tits, pinching my hardened nipples and clawing at my back. I stood, letting the blanket pool at my feet, and climbed onto the chair with her. I placed a knee on each wide, flat arm of the chair, placing my pussy right above her face. I reached down and stroked her cheek, gently guiding her towards my sloppy entrance.

Monica reached up and sunk her fingers into my plump ass, squeezing and spreading my ample cheeks. The coolness of the midnight air against my dampness was exhilarating but did little to quell the inferno that raged between my thighs.

The first touch of her tongue was like a live wire to my skin. A jolt shot up my spine, causing my back to arch. I gripped the top of the back of the chair to steady myself as she slithered her tongue into my depths. I was finding it very difficult to be quiet as she worked her tongue into my pussy.

Monica knew exactly what to do to quickly bring me to the point of spilling over. She was working her magic on my clit, and each flick of her tongue brought me closer to my inevitable climax. The build up was so intense, but it was just about time…

“I’m going to cum, baby. Make me cum…oh my god…I’m going to…ah! Oh…fuck!” I whimpered as my orgasm hit me.

“Monica?” A voice inquired from behind me.

I spun my head around quickly, still in the throes of bliss, to see my daughter standing near us, with a face full of confusion.

“Mom?!” Rachel exclaimed.

I dismounted from atop the chair and paused to look at Monica. Her face, coated in my juices, looked worried. I quietly assured her all was fine.

“It’s ok. I love you.” I leaned down and kissed her. I picked up our blankets so we could cover up and stepped towards my daughter.

“It’s ok, Mom. Really. I’m not going to say anything,”

“What? You…You’re not going to tell your Dad?”

“No.” Her eyes bouncing between her mom and her best friend.

“How long have you two…you know?”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Rachel continued.

“I’m sorry I interrupted. I just heard stuff and saw the fire and…”

“It’s ok, mom, really. Are you two, uhm…done?”

I laughed at the sheer bizarreness of the whole situation.

“I just, I thought maybe, you know…that I could like…watch?”

“Yeah. Dad lets me watch sometimes.” She proclaimed nonchalantly.

I looked at Monica, who was looking at me, then back at my daughter. I was utterly baffled by the turn of events.

“Why don’t you sit down, Mom. We’ve got a lot to talk about.

I woke the next morning, in my own bed. It had been a long night, and I had only been in bed maybe an hour and a half before my eyes shot open. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, yet I was too wired to sleep. I had learned some things last night, technically very early this morning, that had the potential to change everything.

After talking with my daughter, Monica and I ended up in the spare bed. We talked and cuddled and lazily fondled one another until she passed out from exhaustion. I had other business to attend to so I made my way into my own bed, with my still sleeping husband.

Sleep was going to have to wait though. There were things that needed said, and I couldn’t wait.

I slid over next to Paul, who was asleep on his back, and began to gently caress his limp cock and balls. It wasn’t long before he began to stir and his manhood started to stiffen. As I slowly jerked him, a few soft moans escaped while he lazily thrust his hips in time with my strokes. Once I had him fully hard, I did something I don’t often do. I swung a leg over him and eased his cock into me. His eyes peeked opened and a smile spread across his face as I slid myself fully down his length.

“Mmm, good morning.” He spoke.

“Good morning. Feeling good?”

I smiled as I leisurely rode him. His hands found their way up my thighs and onto my hips, occasionally reaching around and softly squeezing my ass. The smile on his face was huge.

“Tell me about Allan. Do you ride him like this?” I inquired.

Instantly, his face went white as a ghost and his eyes shot open. He attempted to sit up, but I pressed my hands against his chest and warned him.

“Don’t you dare stop. Do you understand?” I commanded, not breaking my rhythm.

He nodded his head, the look of fear carved into his face.

“Tell me about Allan. Do you ride him like this?” I asked again.

“Y…yes.” He sputtered.

“Does it feel good?”

He could only stare wide eyed at me.

“It’s ok to answer me. I’m not angry. Don’t you dare go limp on me either.”

“Is he big? I mean his cock, is it bigger than yours. Don’t worry, I don’t want to fuck him. I’m just curious.”

“A..about…about the same.”

I was still maintaining my rhythm as I questioned my husband about the affair he’d been having with another man. Not just any man though. Allan was Nate’s father. Our daughter’s boyfriend’s father.

“Do you suck each other’s cocks? Do you swallow his cum?”

“Yes.” He grunted as I clenched my pussy around his member.

“Fuck, that’s kind of hot. But I have to ask, why will you suck another man’s cock, swallow his cum, yet you won’t eat my pussy?”

“Steph…please, can we stop and talk?”

No. No we may not. Not yet. We’re not done. I will tell you though, you will NOT cum inside me. Is that understood?”

“Great. I’m going to tell you why, ok? It’s because after I’m done talking to you, I’m going to go down to the spare bedroom and climb back into bed with Monica.”

Paul looked at me with a confused look.

“I’m not the only one with a secret. I’ve been sleeping with Monica for several months now. Rachel caught us last night, just like she caught you and Allen. I didn’t let her watch though.”

Paul covered his face with his hands as tears ran down his cheeks. I couldn’t help but start to cry as well.

“I know this is all so fucked up. What we are doing isn’t right, but I’m not going to ask you to quit seeing Allen. Do you have feelings for him?”

Paul wiped his eyes and took a moment before speaking, “I do. I care for him a lot. I’m torn because I still love you too.”

“I still love you as well, but I’ve also fallen for Monica. I’m not going to stop seeing her either. We are going to have to figure this out.”

Paul nodded in agreement. I had quit riding him by this point as he’d been too distracted to stay hard. I rolled off of him and we finished talking. Afterwards, I kept my promise, and found my way into Monica’s bed.

I quietly entered the spare bedroom where she was sleeping. I undressed and paused to gaze upon her. She looked so peaceful laying there. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be able to have her in my life. I wasn’t sure what the future held for us, but I wasn’t going to pass up any moment I had with her. With all the craziness in my life now, who knew what was going to happen.

I slipped under the covers with her and pressed my naked body against hers. She let out a satisfied purr and pressed her self into me harder.

“I missed you.” She sleepily mumbled.

“I’m sorry. I had something I needed to take care of. I’m back now though.”

“Did you get it taken care of?”

“Mostly. Things are going to be different but ok.”

“Do I need to make accommodations elsewhere?”

“Absolutely not. I told you, you can stay here for as long as you want. I’m not letting you get away from me.”

“Mmmm. Why would I want to be anywhere else if I didn’t have to?”

I hugged her tight and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

“Are you and Paul going to be ok?”

“I don’t know. I think so. He’s going to go talk to Allan this morning. I told him it was fine if he wanted to keep seeing him”

“And you swear you’re ok? You’re not upset? About any of this? If you need space or time or… anything, I understand.”

“I just need you right now, my love.”

Monica rolled over to face me. She nuzzled her cheek against my breast.

“I was intimate with Paul this morning. I just thought I would let you know.”

“He is your husband, Steph. I should expect that.”

“I know, it’s just… I don’t know. I just wanted you to know.”

“Would you like to reclaim me and make me yours?”

I’m sure you’re curious as to how everything worked out and what our family dynamic was like afterwards.

Well, it was a mixture of joy and heartache. Paul and I stayed married for 6 months before he asked for a divorce. I can’t say I was surprised, but it did break my heart to see our marriage end. With Allen and his wife having been divorced several years ago, and him and Paul no longer having to keep their relationship a secret, they discovered how truly happy they were together.

Rachel and Nathan…through all of this I discovered just how kinky my daughter and future son in law are. They are both totally cool with how our family is, and have both shared stories of the naughty stuff they are into. Maybe one day they will chose to share their adventures with everyone.

As for Monica and I, well, I’d love to say that we are still together and still crazy about one another. The truth is… of course we are still together! What started as an anonymous meetup through an adult subreddit, blossomed into a beautiful relationship between two women. We are so absolutely crazy about one another that we ran off and got married! Her parents have no idea, as far as we know, as they haven’t reached out to her since they kicked her out out. They did quit paying for her education, but Paul offered to pay for the remainder with me chipping in a portion as well.

Monica and I still live in my house, as Paul moved in with Allen. Our house is rarely empty though as we all still get along as one big, kinky, queer family. I hope that gives the neighborhood gossip page something to talk about.