“Yes,” she answered, lying flat against the bed with her head between my legs. “I want you to use me and make me your whore while I’m wearing ...my wedding dress.” My dick immediately began to perk up. “Yeah?” I uttered, bending my knees and placing my feet flat on the bed. “What do you want me to do to you?” “Everything!” she replied, parting her lips around my balls as I continued to stroke my cock. “Fuck me. Use me. Make me lick your asshole.” I swallowed hard as Mya spoke in between slow. "You'll have no problem finding men to date.".We both laughed. I could see he was thinking hard and then he said it. "Mom, there's something you need to do." What's that, just ask sweetheart, you know we have raised you and your sister with liberal thinking?" I replied softly."Mom, take your robe off." What?" I said."Take your robe off," I said. "Right now. Sit in front of me without your robe."Keeping my eyes on Russ, I reached down and undid the sash around my waist. Then I pulled the robe. That evening at home, after tucking in our daughter, we sat at the table, shared a glass of wine, and tried to talk some more. We had had a few hours to calm down and think."I'd like to set a baseline," I started. "I love you and want to share my life with you. I am pretty sure you feel the same way." Yes. I never want to lose you or us. No matter what."Okay then, I guess the next thing is how do we not damage that and still find a way to accommodate or eliminate these strong feelings you. James, I'm going to make love to your wife now. She loves me and I love her. Take your box of shame over to the corner, stand in the corner and hold the box. You cannot watch us, but you can listen. As you listen, look at your box of shame, containing your wife's wedding rings. You know she is better off with me than with you. Go over there. If we need you we will call you. James took the small wood box and took his place standing in the corner of the room next to the desk businessmen used to.