She parked her car and walked through the open main door. There were hardly 10 to 15 people inside, including bearers who carried champagne in glasses...Mumtaz could observe the eyes of all the men and women inside lock on to her. Alex rushed to aid, carrying a glass of champagne.“Welcome, my cool lawyer,” he giggled, “Wow, never thought you could dress to kill.”“Well, thank you!” Mumtaz whispered, retaliating to Alex’s flirty remarks.“Get this woman a glass,” Alex roared.“I don’t drink, not. "They're beautiful Tommy," she said softly. "But it's supposed to be your mum's day.”"No." I corrected her. "It's a day she'll want to forget, but it's no longer just mum and me is it? It's Tommy, Polly and Jill from now on, remember the three musketeers?" All for one and one for all, yes you fool I remember." she giggled and kissed me lovingly."Well, that's us from now on, right?" Right boss." No bosses either you silly tart." I laughed as she gave me her impression of a salute.Mum shed a tear. How's it feel?Pretty close to orgasmic, even hotter with you here.Mike kissed me, took my hand and said we better get going. We walked hand and hand to the car.On the ride home my husband told me at first he wasn't too happy about another man fucking his wife. He had only been with two girls before me. He didn't really know I, check that we like dirty talk and like being well... fucked like a whore. I honestly think this helped our marriage. Not that I wouldn and I know you wouldn't cheat but. Nothing like tonic water in your sinuses.“WHAT?”“Yes, son, from what I understand, in June, you and my daughter are marrying one Amy Baldwin. In all but legal terms, that is. Ceremony is to be in our back yard. Anne and Martha are coming in, and we’ll have a few friends that can handle the revelation without choking. As you did.” He laughed at my surprise and reaction. “Son, the husband is always the last to know. Get used to it.” He laughed again.The evening was nice. We hadn’t spent this much.