She was to be hers for the rest of their lives. Sensing this, Sara laid her hand on the back of hers to comfort her lover.The ceremony lasted about tw...enty minutes. When Danielle removed the lower part of her glove, Mort slid the band on next to her expensive diamond and sapphire ring. When the minister finished, Mort kissed her and at that time she was now Mrs. Morton Jensen.After receiving everyone, they made their way out of the church to a shower of birdseed. Only Danielle felt the sadness. ”“How many times have the two of you done it?”“I don’t know, maybe 50 or so,” she said.“I’d have to say you’ve been busy then,” I told her.“I don’t know about that, a couple of my girlfriends say they do it at least once a day. We do it 2 or 3 times a week,” she admitted.She sat there thinking a minute. I could tell she was thinking about how to tackle my knowing about her. I remained quiet to give her time to decide what her next move was going to be.“What are you going to do?” she. She started the car and we headed out again. My brain was racing though. First, what kind of perv was I? Watching my family fuck the hell out of each other had turned me on like crazy. Second, who ELSE knew about this — did Aunt Angel know her sister and brother were screwing. Was she screwing him too? Third, what about Mom’s family — my Aunt and Uncle are nice-looking people, were my folks swinging with them too? Did my cousins know? I had to put all these thoughts out of my head, because I. I’ll give you my phone number tonight. Give me a call. I’m usually off on Mondays and Tuesdays. We should go for a beer.”“Okay. Catch you tonight.”That was a shock. He didn’t know me. He had been fucking my wife by the sound of it. I thought about having a few beers with him. 'Yes, that might help me get more information on what Sue is up to. He obviously thinks I know about Sue’s affairs. It sounds as if he thinks I condone it. If I let him continue to think that maybe, just maybe, he will.