"Oh, you are a naughty boy. Yes, I love it when a man takes charge." She cooed pushing her ass back and forth grinding against my cock. "Yeah I bet yo...u do. I bet you loved watching your daughter being fucked good and hard like her dirty mother is about to be. You seemed to really enjoy it, rubbing and fingering this tight little cunt." I said sliding my hand down and pushing my fingers right against her already wet pussy through her panties. "Oh fuck, you're a dirty boy, fuck I’m already so wet. Is there a decent place close by?"What I really wanted to say was "Yes. My apartment is just five minutes from here" but what I actually said was "There is a Denny's just down the street." She climbed into my pick up truck and I knew that I would be sniffing the seat where she was sitting for the next year. I know, it sounds depraved, but that is the effect that Nadine had on me. On the way we made the usual small talk, nothing of any consequence, just questions about how long I'd worked at the. She barely got started, when DJ decided to help, joining her in the kitchen. I should have known something was up. He hasn’t lifted a finger to help me with dinner in over twenty-five years of marriage.His idea of helping was to grab Emma’s ass while she started her prep work. It was obviously part of their plan to put on a show for me, much like the sex video they made for me for my birthday. DJ knee I liked to watch, and they were flaunting the situation.DJ was groping Emma as if I wasn’t. I finally decided on a green Packers shirt and pulled it over my top at least I wouldn’t have to worry about my boobs popping out.“You really are trying to bring everyone down; today aren’t you?” Martha said as she pushed passed me.I couldn’t help that I was a realist. I wasn’t the type of girl to tell someone something that I knew wasn’t right. “Martha,” I sighed as I went after her.“No,” Martha shook her head. “I have had enough. You’re always ruining everything with your too good for.