My wife requested a divorce upon discovering my affair with the man she was involved with. I had caught her with her office assistant in our motorhome and insisted they leave their clothes off and continue. Next, I lost my clothes, knelt down, and eagerly wanted to join the fun. When I asked to suck his cock in front of her, she got defensive and accused me of being a cheat. “Reed, you want to cheat on your wife and you do it with a man…—we’re through,” my wife said. Briefly, three months later, divorce proceedings concluded, leaving me with two former spouses.
Her mother Caroline had been hard to read over our three-year marriage. I had gotten the feeling she was hitting on me many times, but kept thinking I was crazy. “That’s impossible. Why would my wife’s mother hit on her son-in-law?” I thought. Two weeks after the divorce, I came home from work and the doorbell rang. It was Caroline, my ex-mother-in-law.
I allowed her to enter, and as she removed her coat, she revealed a micro mini skirt, a red bra, and a leather collar with an eye pendant—no panties. Additionally, she held a bottle of red wine and two USB drives filled with BDSM porn.
She handed me a leather leash and spanking cane and said, “Hook me up and let’s play.” I hooked the leash onto her collar and she said, “Lead me wherever you want. I’m your slave. Spank me.”
She had small natural tits, and when I took her bra off, they fell out. What nice peaches, and what was more remarkable—she had no tan lines on her body. She pulled off my pants and put my cock in her mouth and started to suck. After she asked, “I want to invite someone… you need to meet. May I?”
I was shocked at the question, knowing that her daughter—my second ex—was so uptight about adventure in bed. After a little thought, I said, “Yes. Invite them.” I’m sure she thought I would be interested in her girlfriend’s body, but what I had my hope for was not her girlfriend’s… it was the boyfriend’s.
She texted someone and about fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. She, still leashed and naked, said, “Let’s allow them in.”
The door opened, and it was her friends. The two stood in the doorway, staring at our naked bodies. Twenty-year-olds, a woman and a man, together. I didn’t recognize them. Finally, the woman said, “Dad? It’s me, Robbie. Your daughter—the one you’ve never met.” Hearing that, my mouth dropped open, and what had been hard shriveled up in that moment.
This could be the child from my first marriage—a child born after the separation, whom I’d never met. My pregnant ex moved out of state soon after our divorce, and I didn’t hear from them. A couple of years after their departure, I signed a relinquishment of parental rights court document to get out of paying child support, and after that, forgot about them. So we never met.
Could this be her? If it was my estranged daughter and her boyfriend. “If you’re Robbie, my daughter—how did you get to know Caroline?”
Caroline said, “I found the letters that my daughter was hiding from you and we’ve become friends over the past couple of years.”
I was happy she had come by to check on me and even happier to play together. The two were still staring at our nude bodies with an interest in them, their eyes equally surveying our parts. They didn’t turn away or act disgusted. Caroline stared at us and without hesitation said, “Come in and join. We were just getting into spanking,” waving the bamboo spanking cane to usher them in.
Caroline said, “About a month ago, I started getting texts from Robbie, telling me she wanted to meet you, Reed, and somehow we learned we both loved to play BDSM. She was going to be in town and wanted to introduce you to her boyfriend.”
Robbie’s mother, my first ex-wife, was an exhibitionist and nudist and had little regard for social norms about her body or sexual play. That was why I married her—but racist parents couldn’t stand me because I defended minorities. So, we decided it was best we split.
Caroline managed to get them to come in, which surprised me that they agreed, and immediately she started removing her date’s pants. Within a minute, Caroline was holding his cock in one hand and mine in the other.
She told Robbie to join us and she stripped down to her panties. Her tits were spectacular, perfectly matching perky orbs. Right away, I envied her boyfriend, who got to fit them into his mouth. They sat up high on her chest and nipples and areolas that were like Saturn’s rings—thick and multi-colored. Her nipples were already hard.
“I wished to share this with my father,” she said.
We went into the bedroom, and Robbie told me to lie on my stomach. She reached up and grabbed my cock and pulled it back between my legs and then got down and started to suck it. While licking the precum off, she also massaged my balls.
We had just gotten involved in that when the doorbell rang. Caroline said, “I’ll get it,” unhooked her leash, and went to the door. It was my ex and her office assistant, the one I’d found in bed with her in our motorhome. Caroline gave her daughter, my second ex, a kiss, and then her assistant.
She said to them; I am so happy to have my daughter here. “Look honey,” pointing to me, “your ex has a daughter—a special girl daughter here with her boyfriend too.”
I didn’t see my ex’s face, but I recognized her voice and she came over toward the bed. It wasn’t long, and the room smelled like bodies, sweat, and cum. We all exchanged body fluids and took turns pegging and fucking each other until I passed out. The next morning when I woke, my bedroom was covered in cum and all the bedding was on the floor. In the middle of the night, my playmates left, but I’m not sure when.
I’d been drinking red wine since six pm the night before and finally just passed out. When I fell asleep, my ex was getting banged by Robbie’s boyfriend, while my ex’s mother, Caroline, was sucking me at the same time. That is when I asked Caroline, my ex’s mother, to marry me.
Two weeks later at the courthouse, we were pronounced man and wife. Our children and friends joined us for another celebration at the wedding party.
