Chapter 3

Gloria Maria Ramirez Pritchett, Jay’s very hot-blooded Colombian second wife, had certainly been busy most of that day, shopping, getting styled, mothering Manny and Joe, and otherwise preparing for their visit to the Dunphys as invited by her stepdaughter, Claire, and Claire’s rather charming husband, Phil. Many a time Gloria had stolen glances at Phil, finding him adorable in his poorly concealed boyish crush on her. She was still madly in love with Jay, even if also dependent on him for money, but she couldn’t help but feel a slight draw in Phil’s direction due to the flattering effect of his attraction. This was why she did the kiss cam incident, for instance, though she blamed him to protect herself from Jay’s jealousy at the time.

In any case, Gloria made sure to bring a couple of Colombian dishes to add to the occasion, even if it meant possibly annoying Claire. Their rivalry could be nasty at times, even if loving at other times. Well, they were family, after all, in a sort of mutual, grudging respect step sense, full of tension and curious admiration for each other. Gloria knew that Claire had a lot of power in her marriage and envied her that at times, even if she wasn’t ready to do or be what it took to be that kind of dominant wife. Claire, for her part, admired how surprisingly tough Gloria could be and not be seen as threatening or tomboyish or pushy, as well as just how seductive, gorgeous, and charming she could be at even the most exasperating moments.

What neither woman was prepared to admit was, deep down, they were full-on sexually attracted to each other. Even the first hints of such thoughts were ruthlessly suppressed from both ends, as it would be just too uncomfortable to concede such things about themselves and what it indicated about both of them. Claire had just barely accepted that she was bi, and thus might have some basis for attraction, but Gloria was not yet ready to go even that far yet. It was just too much of a threat to her sense of identity as a good Colombian girl (or at least what passed for one) to confess to any Sapphic leanings whatsoever.

Gloria and Claire barely got the pleasantries aside, not to mention setting down the dishes in question, when Gloria realized that it was time to act on the plan that Claire had set down. While she didn’t fully trust her stepdaughter and rival, Gloria desperately wanted to make Jay’s Father’s Day experience the best that it could be. She was about to do just that, albeit in a way that not even she imagined, and it was all due to Claire ... well, most of it, anyway.

Gloria felt ridiculous, slipping off quietly (as much as she could) to put on that absurd clown outfit, but she did it for Jay, especially as much as he had done so much for her pride with his earlier talk of dreams about her. That wasn’t even counting the way that he clearly enjoyed her ass so much that he was loathe to cum inside her too soon ... and the way that he shocked her by kissing her buttocks. Jay could be such a grouchy old cuss and such a gruff patriarch, much like the men in her own family at times, but now and then he surprised her with his sweet gestures to her. If Gloria was honest with herself, Jay was another father figure for her, as much as he irritated her at times, she loved him very much for that fact.

Meanwhile, Phil carried out the directions very carefully, including the half-mask which he thought was strange, but sure, why not? It was to please Claire’s little plan and fantasy about helping him overcome his fear of clowns. She meant well, and even if it failed, it proved that she gave a damn about him. As gifts went, it was truly one of her sweetest gestures, far better than even the incident in that pair of magical handcuffs or the Spandau Ballet fiasco. Claire sought to help him heal from a real scar to his psyche, and by means of sex, in fact. Maybe she’d play some Marvin Gaye or something while they did it.

Well, there was no music right then, at least not yet, while Phil waited for the clown Claire in the master bedroom, his half-mask covering his face and his voice hushed per the text guidelines. Some of this made no obvious sense, but perhaps it was meant to create the right atmosphere or something. He would just have to trust his wife, he told himself now, as the clown finally appeared and he struck. In the dark red light of the new dim lamps, Phil yanked down the clown’s pants, still bemused by the requirement of no glasses, even if this act needed no great vision.

Eager to take his wife bareback in the clown costume and fully confront his fears, Phil was aggressive as fuck in sliding his hard prick into Gloria, who knew only that “Jay” was definitely kinkier than she every knew in the past. This was truly another, fascinating side to her husband, for sure, but he had confided it in his daughter, not his wife? How strange and sad was that, until it occurred to Gloria that he really did want to surprise her, as shown by how forceful he was now. The harder she pushed back at him, the more he thrust himself inside her, slapping her cheeks in the darkness. Fuckin’ A, Phil thought, as he felt that silky damp slit caress his dick like a glove, struggling not to cum just yet.

Phil knew that his wife could be bossy and demanding, but lately at least she had been very accepting and cooperative in the bedroom department, even if still domineering even there many times. Claire definitely did her level best to satisfy and help him, and this was just another wonderful exhibition of her earnest love, as much of a control freak as it marked her even now. Phil certainly enjoyed this and the darkness as well as roughness, even slapping her ass as directed by Claire, enabled him to feel more powerful than the clowns that he feared so much, much to his relief as he was able to stay hard and keep humping his partner.

Everything went well enough so far for Gloria, getting her fine twat reamed but good, taken much as she craved despite any protests to the contrary. She adored how masterful Jay was right then, at least as far as she knew it, just as earlier that morning when he fucked her culo nice and hard. This was even better, strangely enough, in the darkness, pretending that he was another man and she another woman, no less, not husband and wife at all. She took it deeper and harder with each stroke and finally just couldn’t hold back the noise in spite of knowing better.

“Oh, Dios mio, Jay!” Gloria’s voice stopped Phil in his tracks, as did the next thing out of her mouth.

“Fuck me ... fuck me good and hard ... I misplaced our birth control and I need to be punished for it! Breed me, you fucking stud! I love it! I love how much older you are, papi! Fuck me like you stole me! I’m a puta and I need to be fucked!”

Phil tried to pull out now, horrified at which took place here ... how could such a mix-up have occurred? He followed Claire’s every last instruction down to the final detail, after all ... how could Claire have overlooked this and failed to account for things? Then the lightbulb went on and reality sank in ... this was no mistake or accident. This was design! Claire had set him up, intentionally putting him in a situation where he’d fuck his stepmother-in-law! Why, though, why would she do that?