Dearest Nicole,
I thought you might like to know the latest news—Richard and Sherri got married this past weekend! I know this may come as a surprise to you, but the two of them are so much in love, I almost can't believe it hasn't happened before this.
"What a fucking bitch," Nicole thought, feeling herself flushing with anger and jealousy already.
It was a quiet affair, out by the pool, with a justice of the peace and a few friends. It was a beautiful day, and the bride and groom looked simply radiant. It's not hard to see how much in love the two of them are. I've never seen Richard look happier in his life.
Nicole felt herself fuming, and her eyes were welling with tears as she continued to read.
It was a much more casual wedding than you and Richard had, of course, and I think Sherri looked absolutely stunning in the little dress she chose. I'm sure you'll agree once you see the pictures I've attached. It's wonderful to see how fantastic these young women can look in these tiny dresses they all seem to wear nowadays.
"Another arrow aimed straight at my heart," Nicole thought—this one about her age.
The two of them are off for a quick one-week honeymoon in Costa Rica, but they'll be taking a longer one in Europe in another month or so. The two of them are going to be living with me here in the house until they find a place of their own, but I don't mind, I've got plenty of room. As far as I'm concerned, the two of them can stay as long as they like. Sherri is such a sweet young thing, and we get along like sisters. It's such a pleasure to have her around.
There it was again, another dig at Nicole, the old bag knowing just as well as Nicole did that the two of them were so much alike that it was hard for them to get along for even a few hours at a time. Nicole could never imagine her and Rick living with Brenda for more than a night or two—and here Brenda was, telling Nicole she hoped Rick and his new bride could stay as long as they wanted. "You really love to rub it in, don't you, you fucking skank," Nicole thought, continuing to read.
The only thing I'm sad about is that poor Mitchell wasn't here for this joyous occasion. I miss my grandson very much, and my thoughts often go to him when I look at Richard, remembering how he was at Mitchell's age. I know Richard is not quite ready to face either one of you just yet, but I am encouraging him to let his feelings towards his son heal, so the two of them can once again be father and son.
Nicole noticed the old cow didn't say anything about Rick's feelings towards her. Although she was shocked that Rick had gotten married so quickly, she also felt bad that Mitch hadn't been there. Once again, she blamed herself for the wedge she'd driven between father and son.
Anyways, I hope this e-mail finds the two of you doing well. I've attached a number of photos from the wedding and the little party we had afterwards. It's a shame that handsome young grandson of mine couldn't be here. Perhaps you could show these to him? I'm sure after seeing how happy his father looks in these pictures, it might encourage Mitchell to ask if he could come and meet his new mother.
As always, your loving mother-in-law,
Brenda
"Come and meet his new mother?" Nicole said to herself as she re-read the last line once more. "Fuck that! That little twat isn't his mother—and she never will be—not if I have anything to say about it!" She knew her mother-in-law was just pushing her buttons, but she also knew it was working—the old bag had definitely gotten under her skin with that comment. Anxious to see what was in the photos, she clicked on the first attachment.
She recognized the happy couple from the previous pictures Brenda had sent some time back, once again these pictures had been taken out by the same pool in Brenda's backyard. In this first shot, Rick was standing with Sherri by his side, his arm around the SHB's back as they posed, both of them smiling happily for the camera. A twinge of jealousy shot through Nicole as she looked at the photo, jealous at how happy both of them looked, and jealous at how young and vibrant the girl appeared.
Sherri was wearing a white minidress, and Nicole could see that the dress was covered with delicate lace, which looked wonderfully feminine and pretty—perfect for a wedding dress. The dress formed to Sherri's spectacular figure attractively, emphasizing her shapely hourglass figure. The sleeveless dress had a deeply scooped neckline, showing off the upper swells of her large breasts. Nicole knew that any man's eyes would be immediately drawn to the deep alluring line of her cleavage, looking a mile long between the two sumptuous orbs. Her large breasts cast devastatingly deep shadows on her trim waist, with the lacy white dress flowing smoothly over her hips before ending teasingly high on her sexy thighs, mere inches below her pussy. It made Nicole wince, knowing that no one over the age of 30 could get away with wearing a dress that provocatively short.
The SHB's shapely legs were bare, and glistened invitingly. It looked to Nicole like they were covered with a thin layer of oil, making them look incredibly sexy. She knew because she'd done the same thing to her legs the day they'd gone to the party at Heather Bradshaw's, the silky leg cream giving off that teasingly sexy look that seemed to make men drool.
Nicole gulped as she looked down at the young woman's feet, sexily clad in pointy white slingbacks with towering 5" stiletto heels. She thought about Mitch, and how much he loved her in her white slingbacks, and knew she'd never be showing these pictures to him.
Sherri was holding a small bouquet of beautiful yellow flowers, the arrangement a gorgeous mix of vibrant lemon-colored lilies combined with delicate baby's breath. It looked perfect with the abbreviated and tantalizingly sexy wedding dress.
Nicole looked up at the girl's face, once again reminded of how beautiful the young woman was as she looked into her gorgeous green eyes, the enchanting orbs glittering like jewels. Her face was beautifully made up, and she looked like the successful model that she was. Her silky black hair framed her lovely features attractively, the shimmering locks pulled up in a loose bun in the back, wispy tendrils of hair trailing teasingly down to lick at her long regal neck. Nicole's eyes focussed on her matching necklace and earrings, the jewels glittering back at her. They looked gorgeous, and Nicole could tell by how understated and sophisticated they looked, that they had to be real diamonds. These weren't some gaudy rhinestones—no, these were the real thing. She felt her heart sink, knowing that in all likelihood, these had been a gift from Rick to his new bride.
She clicked on the second picture, this one a close-up of the happy couple. Brenda was right—Nicole couldn't remember the last she'd seen Rick look this happy either. As she looked at the girl's face, Nicole had to admit the young woman was stunningly beautiful, and remembering how spectacular the girl's body was from those lingerie photos Brenda had sent last time, she let out a long sigh, feeling crushed.
She clicked on the next photo, and this shot included Brenda, with the two women standing on either side of Rick. As much as she hated the old bitch, Nicole had to admit Brenda looked fantastic in the cream-colored dress she was wearing. The dress fit the older woman's body attractively, tight enough to emphasize her mouth-watering curves, but not too tight to look trampy. Brenda's massive chest and big curvy rear end were the older woman's most attractive features; and the dress made every full curve and deep valley look fantastic. Like many of Brenda's dresses, this one was very low-cut, diving down into a V over her huge tits, her cleavage looking temptingly inviting. Deep shadows fell on Brenda's midsection from the imposing shelf of her tits, and Nicole was impressed by how trim and flat the older woman's stomach was. The cream-colored fabric hugged teasingly to her full rear end, her wide child-bearing hips looking like they were made for bouncing on a bed all night long. The hem of the slim-fitting pencil skirt ended a few inches above her knees, looking fantastic. She had on a pair of bone-colored high-heeled pumps, her smooth legs left bare, and Nicole couldn't believe how great her legs looked for a woman past 55. Nicole was impressed by her mother-in-law's hair, the deep chestnut-red locks falling attractively onto her shoulders as it framed her regal face, the woman being blessed with perfect facial bone structure. For jewelry, she had chosen a set of earrings that matched a chunky necklace made of some kind of dark stone, which offset the cream-colored dress attractively. She had to admit, the woman could still turn heads, that's for sure.
As Nicole looked at that picture of the three of them, her eyebrows went up questioningly. Both women were leaning on Rick from each side, and whereas Sherri had her hand on Rick's chest, Brenda had her hand on her son's upper thigh. All of them had a sly grin on their faces, and Nicole sensed something mischievous in their eyes—as if they all knew something nobody else did. She looked back at that hand of her mother-in-law's on Rick's leg...and she wondered.
There were more pictures, with Brenda in some of those as well. Nicole couldn't help notice how in most of the photos where she was with Rick, she always seemed to be touching him—his arm, his shoulder, the side of his face—in a way that looked oddly different that you would expect to see a mother touching a son. There was one of her giving her son a congratulatory kiss, and as Nicole stared at their two mouths pressed together, she thought that kiss might not be so innocent as most people thought.
"Naaah...I must just be imagining it," Nicole thought, but she couldn't stop her mind from wondering as she looked at all of the photos again, feeling her blood pressure climbing—knowing for sure that her husband was gone for good. She was angry and jealous, the emotions seething within her. She knew exactly who she was going to take her anger out on—the same person who had been the victim of her wrath for months now—Mitch.
She shut her computer off and went to her dressing room, knowing Mitch would be home shortly. She donned her black leather outfit, complete with stiletto-heeled thigh boots. She opened the package that had been delivered earlier that day—the strapon she'd had made from the mold of Mitch's very own cock. She'd told him she was going to make a dildo out of it for her own use, but she'd known right from the start that this is what she'd wanted it for, to make strapon to use on him—to fuck him with the perfect likeness of his own huge cock. She fastened it in place, the huge rubber phallus projecting from her midsection like an enormous bludgeon, complete with bulging veins and a huge flaring cock-head, as lifelike as the real thing.
She sat at her dressing table and reached for her makeup brush, selecting a dark smoky tone for her eye shadow, wanting to look as menacing as possible for when her son came home. But when she looked up at the face staring back at her in the mirror, she stopped, shocked by the morbid smile on the woman's face before her. She sat stock still, staring at the woman, her mind swirling. Was...was that woman really her? She barely recognized the woman as herself. Who had she become these last number of months? What had happened to her? She felt herself trembling as she looked at herself, thinking of all the things she'd done. It was too late for her and Rick, she knew that. But Mitch, what about Mitch? He had been obsessed with her, fallen in love with her, worshipped her—and once she had him, she'd taken advantage of that. All the things she'd done to the boy who only wanted to love her hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt ashamed, ashamed of how she'd treated him. She dropped her makeup brush and wept, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in hands, her body wracked by sobs of misery, hoping it wasn't too late.
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