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"MmmHmmm," Riley says. "I knew it! You have to threaten hi, to keep away from your ass, don't you?" She watches tje stairs to make sure I'm not on my way down. "EVERY time," she tells you. "EVERY freaking time! He was always like that." She points at your neck. "Looks like Mom has some marks of her own," she grins at you.
 
I laugh. "Yes, I did this time. Normally he's very good but this time. . . " I shake my head. I touch my neck. "His are NASTY though," I add with a giggle. "I got a little overenthusiastic in the hot tub. These are from this morning."
 
She laughs and brushes hair back from her face. "No way! You slut!" She says in the friendliest possible way. "I'm so jealous!" About that time I come down the stairs.

"What are you two talking about?" I say, reaching for my little man first with a high five and wink at you, before taking him from you altogether.
 
"Girl talk, comparing notes again," I say, still laughing at Riley's teasing comment. I smile at the pair of you, thinking of how adorable the two of you are and wink at Riley. I look back at Riley before walking over to her and whispering, "Oh come on, he's never done that to you?"
 
"I know both of your dirty secrets," I remind you before walking my son into the clubroom for some basketball. "We're going to smoke a cigar," I say, as I leave.

Riley turns to you as I close the door. "Oh my god, he tied me up all the time!" She keeps an eye on the clubroom door. "And I couldn't keep his fingers out of me. Anywhere. Has he asked you to, uh......take it on your face. He loves that. Oh!" She squeals. "What about sex with other guys? Has he told you about that? He used to love it when I would suck him and use my hand while telling him a story about a time when I got fucked by another guy. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. It's like porn for him, but starring you. You should try it on him sometime if he hasn't done that. Tell him a story about you doing a stranger.....he'll make a mess," she says, raising one eyebrow.
 
I am laughing hard now. "He has asked to take it on my face, and I love cleaning it up afterwards," I giggle. "He hasn't asked about sex with other guys considering. . . well, you know. . . " I bite my lip for a moment in anxiety before smiling warmly again. "He made such a mess in the hot tub," I giggle. "OH! Were you ever on the phone with someone while he fucked you?" I ask.
 
"Oh, the guy at the bar? Yeah, you might not like that," she apologizes. "The phone trick. He did that to me when I was in a fight with my DAD! I couldn't get off the phone and he not only started fucking me, he jammed his fingers - plural - in my ass. Dad asked if I had hurt myself when I squealed! Piece of crap!"
 
I laugh. "I was having a conversation with my mom," I say. "I told her I had run into the coffee table and that I would call her back! I couldn't stay on the phone with her, too chicken to do so." I get a wicked look. "He ever spank you?" I ask archly.
 
"Ah, ohhh....NO," she says. "I love that." She glances at the door. "He DID use a giant dildo on me one time. I thought he was going to split me apart. But that's the only toy we used."
 
"Really?" I ask. "I have a few vibes, the paddle, the cuffs. . . I think that's it," I say with a straight face. I smile at her. "He ever tell you any of what he was thinking when it came to other girls?" I ask.
 
I lean over to her again and whisper, "Well, a few months ago, I think around the time I got pregnant, he was watching us over at the hostess stand, and he confessed that seeing the two of us together turned him on so much, it wasn't even funny. . ."
 
Riley gives a breathless, little sound, "Ohh. Oh! Really?" She asks, quietly, her eyes darting. "He used to get drunk and tell me what he wanted to do to some girl and then fuck me hard when we got home. That kind of thing?" She bites a single nail between her teeth. "What else did he say," she asks, clearly interested.
 
I chuckle. "That's all I got out of him, sweetie, he was highly embarrassed. But I think he meant a threesome of some sort."
 
Riley bites her lower lip, smiling, needing to say nothing to show her thoughts as she gives you a look up and down one time, pulling one knee up into her hands and rocking her body just a bit, waiting for your reaction, knowing she would still love to hook up with your future husband.
 
"Think we could pull it off as a one time thing?" I ask softly, my eyes on the door. "I'll lay down the rules and such, it'd only be one time. . . one last time before he's a married man and I won't let you lay hands on him," I tease softly under my breath. "Plus, I want him to see what he'll do with TWO of us. . . I mean, one of us is bad enough. . . two of us?. . ."
 
Riley's eyes get wide for a second, before being the most confident girl ever, with a nod. "I could go for that."
 
"It'd be a one time thing ONLY," I remind her. "We'd have to arrange for someone to babysit my little one, and it has to be secretive. You and I may be on good terms, and you and Stacy may be on better terms, but there are other girls- and guys- who would spread this around as a way to discredit me, and that's the last thing any of us need."
 
"That's good, thanks for thinking of that," I say, smiling at her mischievously. "Reece won't know what hit him."
 
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