Daddy won’t be there tonight, because he’s out of town. And he’ll be gone all week.
Just like Mommy.
But… no. No. That would bewaytoo big of a coincidence.
Wouldn’t it?
Abandoning my plans for the club, I grab my laptop and climb back into bed. My social media is already up, as usual, so click in the search bar and type in a name.
Valentina
There are a shocking number of results, which dims my excitement a bit. But I’m not ready to give up yet.
Valentina and Sebastian
Jackpot.
It takes me no time at all to find them, because the most recent post is from the wedding they attended, together, this past weekend. Jesus, they look incredible. Mommy’s draped in a deep purple number that leaves her back scandalously bared, with more than a hint of her generous breasts on display. The clingy material hugs every curve, and my mouth waters at the memory of her perfect ass all but smothering me as I worshiped her pussy.
And Daddy is just as hot, with that hint of gray in his beard even more pronounced than usual in the bright sunlight. His suit is cut to perfection, highlighting the sturdy muscles beneath without making it look as though he’s about to burst out of it.
Grabbing my phone, I hit the button to call my best friend in the whole world. “You are never going to believe this.”
I can practically hear Ashley’s grin through the phone. “Try me.”
“You know how I’ve been sorta exclusive with that Daddy atRestraint?”
She does, because she and her Daddy are there even more often than I am. “The hot-as-fuck silver fox? What about him?”
Uncle Ryan, Ashley’s husband, must not be home or else she would not be dropping f-bombs so casually. “He’s married.”
Silence greets my announcement, and then Ashley lets out a string of swear words that would get her mouth washed out—and worse—if her Daddy was home. “He’smarried? And he never told you?”
“No, but that’s not the craziest part.”
“Okay, now youreallyhave my attention.”
Dragging in a deep breath, I brace myself for the bomb I’m about to drop. “You know how I’ve also been playing with a Mommy atThe Velvet Collar?”
“Right…”
“She’s married too. She’s married toDaddy.”
“No. Fucking. Way!”
“Yes fucking way. Look.” I send her the photo I found. “That’s Mommy in the purple dress.”
“Holy crap. I mean, they definitely know each other, but are you sure they’re married?”
“Very sure. I checked their profiles and they list each other as spouses. What are the odds?”
“Really low. Like astronomically low. That is the craziest coincidence I’ve ever heard.”
“I know!”
“So… what are you gonna do about it?”
That’s the question, isn’t it? “I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s crazy.”
