Chapter 61

The song that had been playing finally ended, and “I’m on Fire,” by Bruce Springsteen started I guessed this was a Mindy request since I knew she really liked that song. So I pulled away from Ruby and swung back into my wife’s arms instead.

“Sorry, Ruby,” I said sympathetically. “Time’s up. But you can rub tits with Cindy.”

“Oooh, gross,” Ruby complained, as she pulled her dress up over her nipples and started dancing in place. “She’s my mom.”

I’d actually forgotten about the relevance of that. But I was so aroused that I shot back with a challenge, “And aren’t I your dad?”

“Yeah, but that’s different.” She rolled her eyes, as if I was being slow.

I wondered, Is she really turned off at the thought of sexual contact with Cindy? It doesn’t seem that likely, especially in light of some of her earlier comments and what had happened so far. They’ve even French kissed and fondled each other some already, so what’s the problem now? Hell, now that I think about it, they even briefly rubbed their tits together during the photo shoot!

So what’s the deal?! Is she just nervous about it when she isn’t feeling as horny as before? Maybe she just wants to take it slow? Or does she actually want me to ‘force’ her to do something with Cindy? That last one seems possible. Ruby has a strange desire to be forced into things, stripped, tied up, spanked, commanded ... enslaved, even!

I didn’t have time to ponder all that at the moment though, especially since Mindy wasted no time and immediately impaled herself back onto my dick. She unilaterally decided that we were going to fuck in public again!

I would have been pissed at her presumption, except as I felt my thick cock plunging into her, I realized I wanted to fuck her badly, and damn the consequences! God, it felt so fucking great!

As soon as I deeply penetrated her, I discovered that she had cleaned herself up as little as possible after our last round of doing this. I’ve fucked my wife after giving her a hot load many times before, so I recognized the uniquely characteristic “extra lubricated” sensation that only happens when we both go for second helpings.

I decided this was a good time to further impress my girls with my “studly” persona. (Interestingly, I was starting to think of Cindy as “one of the girls” because she was acting more like them than my wife.) They seemed to get off on my seeming aloof and in control, so I pretended like a hot fuck hadn’t just started and attempted to carry on the conversation from before.

The last thing I remembered was that Ruby was saying that she didn’t want to rub her tits against Cindy, and it was somehow different from doing it with others because she was her mother. So I resumed from there.

“Different or not,” I said to Cindy and Ruby, struggling to sound commanding while I was being assaulted with waves of pleasure, “I still want you two topless a bit longer.” I managed to give them a hard stare, just long enough to see them lower their tops again, before my eyes rolled into my head as I completely succumbed to my lust for Mindy.

I celebrated in my mind because they looked shocked and impressed that I gave no verbal reaction to the fact that my cock was balls-deep in my wife again. I even saw their breathing grow heavier.

Some moments later, I recovered somewhat from the “pleasure attack” and managed to look around. I noticed that Cindy and Ruby had started more or less dancing with each other, and although they weren’t touching in a particularly erotic fashion, it was still incredibly hot to see such a beautiful mother-and-daughter pair dancing topless together.

Much closer to me, I saw that Mindy’s top was sliding back down her chest again. That was to be expected since she hadn’t properly pulled it all the way up in the first place, since her shoulder straps were far down her upper arms.

But even as I was noticing that, she surprised me by fixing her straps and completely pulling her top into place this time. I didn’t understand why she was being conscientious about that while we were literally fucking on the dance floor. In fact, we were only making the slightest pretense to appear to be dancing.

But before I could ask her about it, she just smiled knowingly and said, “You’ll see, soon.” She also started squeezing her pussy around my erection.

It was strange, because our bodies soon found a rhythm where we were actually starting a sort of dancing motion, but at the same time we were most definitely fucking. It was tricky, and hard to explain, but sometimes when she boogied down, I would boogie up, and my erection would slam all the way into her tight sheath. Then we’d start to come apart as we kept moving about, and then I’d be slamming into her again. And again. It only worked because we knew each other’s bodies and reactions so well, and we kept our bodies tightly pressed together.

My devious blonde wife further complicated things by starting to move me towards the desk where Cynthia sat with her computer and all her equipment. It was in the corner of the room furthest from the main entrance and the door to the bar.

I didn’t even realize where we were being steered towards, even though there was soon a lot less fucking and a lot more walking, because Mindy kept me fully preoccupied with her occasional pussy squeezing and her topic of conversation. “Honey, I can understand how, in your foolhardy and misguided sense of morality, you want to refrain from porking Ruby for the time being. I can’t say I agree, but at least I understand where you’re coming from.”

She stopped all her movement and looked at me reproachfully. “But Cindy! What’s holding you back with her? She needs you now. She needs you to pound the King all the way into her! She needs a good fucking to complete her enslavement. I think you should ‘dance’ with her just like you’re dancing with me.”

She gave my boner a few extra-strong squeezes with her pussy to make her meaning clear.

Hot damn! What a great wife! She really has a talent with her pussy squeezing. And talk about being cool about sharing me! Jesus!

She resumed fuck-walking me towards the D. J. It was possibly less arousing for me when we were making lots of herky jerky motion than when we were standing still and she was able to do her pussy squeezing tricks.

I was slow on the uptake. I looked around for Cindy and noticed we were dancing away from her and Ruby. I assumed Mindy was trying to steer us away from Cindy so we could privately discuss this, so I still didn’t notice how she was relentlessly steering us towards Cynthia. I can plead temporary insanity though, because I was too overcome by pleasure to think clearly.

But feeling free to talk in private confidence, at least, I said, “That’s nuts! I definitely would love to fuck her, and I will! Believe me! But not here! Not now! Things are moving too fast! She’s only been initiated a couple of hours.”

My smirky wife responded, “If, by initiated, you mean a willing cock slave eager to use her body to serve you, then yes, it’s only been a couple of hours. But that’s all the more reason you need to bone her NOW! She’s gonna wake up tomorrow and think, ‘What the HELL did I get myself into yesterday?’ And she’s gonna have regrets. You know it and I know it. In fact, I think that’s the main reason why you thought up this dance excursion, isn’t it? You thought this would be a good activity to help cement her new status.”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” I admitted.

“I figured. And I’m glad I have such a clever husband.” She beamed at me. “And it’s worked brilliantly, heating things up in one way and cooling things down in another. Even bringing Ruby and me but leaving Michelle and Sue Ellen makes a lot of sense for what you’re trying to do with her. But you HAVE to fuck her tonight! That will seal the deal. Believe me when I say that once a woman has had the full Dan Cooper fucking experience, there’s no turning back!”

I gave her a skeptical look, since I detected a lot of hot air. “I understand the exaggerated sex talk. But when it’s just between you and me, we don’t have to keep up the ‘horse cock’ hype.”

“It’s true! You don’t know, and you have no way of knowing what it’s like to get fucked by you. Obviously. But trust me, you’ll simply melt her brain! When she wakes up tomorrow, her doubts and regrets will immediately be replaced by that sore pussy feeling, followed by a hungry ‘where can I get me some more of that?!’ feeling. Believe me, I know. I go through that just about every single day. Your cock is more addicting than crack! She’s a cock slave now ‘cos it’s so much fun. But after you nail her, she’ll be a cock slave forever because she’ll have no desire to be anything less. She’ll be a true slave, wanton, willing, and waiting to worship your wondrous wand!”

She giggled at her last sentence. “Sorry, but alliteration is fun!”

All the while that she was purring these words to me in her sultry voice, she was squeezing my cock over and over with her talented pussy, and running her hands all over my chest or back, like she couldn’t get enough of me. It seemed we weren’t moving, but we were still slowly drifting towards the D. J. table.

In response to all the great stimulation, my cock was throbbing anxiously inside her pussy, and my own hands had somehow wandered down to her ass and gotten stuck there. I could spend all night playing with her ass cheeks, and that’s exactly what I was doing.

She had me deliciously close to orgasm, but she knew just when to ease up a little bit if need be to keep me on the edge just about as long as she wanted me there. She was the undisputed expert at that, due to our many years together.

I should mention that for the past couple of minutes, I had completely stopped trying to thrust into her. For one thing, I wanted to last as long as possible, and my arousal was reaching dangerous levels. For another, I didn’t want to be too obvious about what we were doing. But I wasn’t getting and respite because Mindy kept up her amazing pussy squeezes, and even used them to punctuate her words. For instance, as she said, “Worship your wondrous wand!” she really let loose with a series of squeezes that damn near pulped my overtaxed dick!

As a result, I hardly knew if I was coming or going, and my resistance was pretty much completely gone when I heard my wife say, “Oh hi, Cynthia. How you doing?” It didn’t exactly sound like she was shouting that across a vast room, either!

I suddenly turned my head around (without pulling my cock out of my wife) and realized that we’d gone from being about 20 to 25 feet away from Cynthia’s desk to only about five feet away! Worse, Cynthia has a little lamp there, plus there was the glow of the computer screen in front of her and many tiny lights on the sound equipment. Her corner was noticeably brighter than the rest of the room, which meant the visibility was better.

I wondered if Cynthia could have overheard the cock slave discussion between Mindy and me, but I realized my sneaky wife had been speaking in especially hushed tones, and I of course had matched her in that. Now I understood why.

But while that was a relief, the fact that Mindy quickly closed the remaining few feet to Cynthia’s desk was not. I squeezed Mindy in a tight hug, hoping to draw her body so close to me that Cynthia wouldn’t notice what we were up to. But that seemed to be a case of too little, too late.

Our bodies were in side profile to where Cynthia was, no doubt as part of some fiendish plot by my wife to embarrass me! I felt helpless to get out of this fix, because any sudden movement would give the game away completely.

I quickly glanced Cynthia’s way and saw that this was not the same woman who was bored out of her mind and reading her college textbook to help pass the time a few minutes ago. In fact, she was standing up and showing obvious interest in us.

As Mindy continued to sway and take small dance steps in time to the slow song, she said to Cynthia, “I just wanted to ask: can you play ‘The Sea of Love?’ That’s kind of ‘our song, ‘ my hubby and I. We danced to that at our wedding, so many years ago.”

She looked to me and smiled just like a normal, loving wife. But all the while, her pussy was squeezing around my boner and there was nothing I could do to stop her!

“I already requested that,” I pointed out, still clinging to Mindy for dear life and trying not to show any separation between our groins. I was trying my best to sound and act like a normal husband NOT in the middle of getting fucked.

“Yes, that’s coming up next,” Cynthia said, cocking a curious eyebrow at us.

“Oh goody,” my smirky wife replied. “I’m sure you get lots of old couples like us, asking you to play the music they had at their weddings, so their bodies can move together the way they did all night long on their wedding nights.”

I almost choked at her obvious innuendo. Shit! I’m too afraid to look down and see how obvious our continued coupling is. If I look down, Cynthia might look down too! Are we about to be thrown out, or even arrested?!

Mindy continued, innocently, “Oh, and speaking of songs sung by Robert Plant, can you also play ‘Big Log’? I love that song too. Isn’t ‘Big Log’ great? I don’t know why, but whenever I think of that song title, I think of my husband.”

I couldn’t help but chortle at that, despite my predicament.

Mindy had been trying to keep a straight face, but she cracked up as well.

Cynthia obviously got the joke. She looked a little chagrined and amused as she commented, “Hmmm. I wonder why.” She stared blatantly at my groin.

Mindy added, “He’s a captain, you know. Captain Petard.”

There was no opportunity for me to laugh at that inside joke, because I could see that Cynthia was starting to figure things out. Apparently, the “Big Log” joke had been the final straw.

I was distressed as I saw Cynthia’s eyes go wide when she took a really close look. “Oh my God! Are you... ? No! You CAN’T be! But you ARE!”

Mindy snickered and smirked, very proud of herself. She continued talking like there was nothing out of the ordinary. “Well, that’s all I wanted to ask. Thanks. Hey, Honey, why are you being bashful with your hands?”

While I’d been clutching Mindy’s ass cheeks this entire time, I’d been doing it over her dress, not under it. However, she’d frazzled my mind so much with everything that had happened in the last few minutes that I offered no resistance as she reached back and slid my hands inside her backless dress and then back down onto her bare ass cheeks.

She did this all in full view of Cynthia, who just gawked with amazement.

Cynthia didn’t appear as if she was going to call the authorities on us, at least not quite yet, thank God. But she couldn’t help but ask, “Excuse me, but what’s your guys’ deal? Honestly!”