Chapter 31

I was very relieved. It was clear to me that Mindy was worked up and about to do something outrageous, but thankfully she had the sense of mind to do it in another room. I had no doubt she had gone to the bathroom to masturbate. Hell, she was so flushed and excited that I wondered if she even made it all the way to the bathroom to do it.

My overactive imagination took over again, and I envisioned Mindy a few feet past the door to the living room, lying on her back naked with her legs and arms up in the air, like an overturned bug, panting for air. I don't know why I didn't imagine her actually masturbating – sometimes my imagination goes in strange directions.

With Mindy gone, I took the opportunity to tuck my erection back into my pants and zip up. There was no chance I would go flaccid anytime soon, though. Not unless I had an accidental orgasm! Actually, the odds of that happening were fairly good, given how thrilling this all was.

I looked back at Michelle's nearly nude body – she still had her ridiculously tiny "miniskirt" on. She appeared to be the epitome of calm and innocence. It had occurred to me by this point that Mindy had guessed from the very start that the "clear, sticky goo" our daughter spoke of was my cum. It seemed plain as day, now that I'd heard the story out loud. But, if nothing else, Michelle was a very good

Actress. She still seemed dead serious, and quite confused with the whole "goo" business.

She walked to the kitchen. "Daddy, would you like something to eat? I feel like having a late night snack."

"No thanks, Shelle." It seemed odd for her to want more to eat. It was getting late in the evening, true, but this wasn't a normal snack time. It wasn't that long ago since we'd eaten dinner, Was that just a thin excuse for her to walk around? She certainly took her time leaving the room, and she put a lot of oomph into it. I was transfixed watching her ass cheeks rise and fall while half-covered at best by her "miniskirt."

Right as she was to leave my view, she stopped and flipped her miniskirt all the way up, briefly exposing her entire ass! Then she turned her head, saw my stunned expression, and giggled. Her miniskirt fell back down and she headed on out of the room.

While she puttered about in the kitchen, I tried to make sense of all this. For one thing, I'd noticed that Shelle had been calling me "Daddy" more and more in recent days. She'd only started using that word a few days ago, the morning after Mindy's "reasonable bounds" declaration. Now it was Daddy this, and Daddy that. It was blatantly obvious she found it sexually arousing to call me that. It was even odder that I was "Daddy" and Mindy was still just "Mom."

Yet Mindy had never batted an eye about it. How long had my wife been noticing sexual signs while I was too oblivious to put two and two together? What did it all mean? Would this be the new normal?

The three of us have never shared a conversation anywhere nearly this suggestive before, that's for sure! During all those months of teasing, Min had never been there when the teasing went on. Now, with this and the spanking, she was right in the thick of things. Is that a positive development? I like her being there; it gives me reassurance that what we're doing is okay. But maybe I'm getting too much reassurance and we'll end up going too far. Where were Mindy's uncrossable lines regarding my behavior? Does she even have any anymore? If not, why not?!

Minutes passed while I ruminated over these kinds of thoughts. I lost track of time. The next thing I knew, Michelle and Mindy came back to the dinner table at the same time. Michelle brought her snack and drink back for herself, while Mindy looked very disheveled. Even though my wife had clearly made an effort to pretty herself up before she returned to the table, it practically looked like she'd been gangbanged in the bathroom. On the surface, she seemed her usual calm and refined self, but just under the surface I could see a Mindy that was completely drunk on lust. I could hardly wait to get to bed with her, because I could see another wild night of passion coming up.

To my surprise, as soon as we'd all settled back in our seats, Michelle continued the discussion right where she'd left off. She was sitting across from me, which meant I couldn't see her "miniskirt." It looked just like she was buck naked.

She said with an impish smile, "So, like I was saying, I was licking up all this goo. This yummy goo. And Daddy wouldn't tell me what it was! I figured it's some kind of dessert and he didn't want me to know because of my diet, 'cos I would go straight to the source and totally O.D. on it. Do you know what it is, Mom? Were you and Dad snacking in bed the night before I gobbled up that goo?"

I figured there's no way Michelle could think it was anything but my cum. We all knew what it was now. But pretending it was something else allowed her to freely talk about it.

Mindy's thin veneer of calm was ripped off almost immediately. She looked at me intensely and replied while staring into my eyes, "Oh yes, we were snacking. I remember I was eating a big, long sausage. It was very, very tasty. I sucked on its thickness for the longest time. In fact, I kind of choked and gagged on it a little bit. Do you remember that, Honey?"

Before I could answer, since I was quite shocked from innuendo THAT blatant, Michelle replied, "But Mom, I'm sure it wasn't a sausage. This was nothing like that. It was salty, yet sweet. And thin, almost like pure liquid. And kind of whitish or clear."

Mindy looked at Michelle with a twinkle in her eyes. "Hmmm. Curious indeed."

I could feel the "spider" crawling across my hip again. Then I heard a tell-tale unzipping sound. It sounded louder to me than the smashing of a wine bottle, especially because the room was otherwise dead quiet. It even seemed the conversation had stopped, just for this!

I swear, Michelle's smile immediately doubled in size! She knew what was happening!

Mindy's "spider" went fishing into my open fly and came out holding my painfully hard erection. I was too horny to fight it!

Michelle asked knowingly, "Mom, are you still thinking about sausages?"

Mindy smiled back just as knowingly. "Oh, yes! Very much! I have this image of a big sausage in my head. It's so clear that it's like I'm holding it in my hand."

I glared at Mindy. Was she trying to give me a heart attack?! Now, our daughter knew she was holding my boner for sure! To make matters worse, she started stroking it. She knew she had me in a helpless state, far too horny to stop her.

My sneaky wife hastened to add, "But you were saying about the spill? Maybe we spilled some sweet and sour sauce from a Chinese takeout?"

Michelle continued, "Nah. This didn't taste like that at all. It was more like … well, kind of like salt candy. Like a sweet and sour piece of salt candy in liquid form. Much more sweet than sour though. You know what I mean?"

At first, Mindy seemed more intent on jacking me off than she was on answering the question. At least she was trying to be subtle about it – for now. Her arm wasn't moving in an obvious manner.

Still, there was no way to completely hide the sexual sounds in a very quiet room. I tapped my wedding ring on my glass like some sort of percussion instrument, hoping that would create a sonic distraction for the squishy noises coming from my groin. I wished we had some music playing, but we didn't.

Finally, my wife replied, "Hrm. I'm not sure. There's something I enjoy guzzling down my throat that sounds VERY similar to what you're describing. Dan loves giving it to me almost every night. But it can't be that…" Then she seemed to have a revelation. "Oh, wait! I know what it was! It's this new energy drink he found the other day. It's VERY valuable and nutritious. Just a few teaspoons does wonders for a woman." She turned to me and winked.

Meanwhile, her hand started stroking my shaft with long, strong strokes. I think she was doing it that way deliberately so her arm motions would be obvious from across the table! She was so excited I could feel her hand trembling.

Michelle seemed ecstatic. "Sweet! I'm getting thirsty just thinking about it." She licked her lips repeatedly. "What's it called? I'm going to buy a whole six pack of it!" It was like she was trying to stare a hole through the table to see what was happening at my crotch.

Mindy answered, "It's not for sale in most stores. But Dan has some more hidden away, don't you, Honey? Why don't you go upstairs and get some more of that energy drink for our daughter to drink? Since it's so potent, we should start her off with just a few teaspoons."

Mindy was looking at me very strangely now. I've never seen her face burn with such passion in our twenty long years of marriage! I thought for sure she was going to up and rip my clothes off right on

The spot!