I’ve been
married for almost 13 years and if you told me when I got married about what’s happened
recently, I would have called you a liar. My wife Kelly and I have a very
loving relationship aside from two occasions in the past when she stepped outside
our marriage and had sex with a couple co-workers. When she eventually confessed
about her infidelity we managed to work it out and the experience made us a
stronger couple.
Recently
while we were talking about her parents, I wondered aloud if she knew if her
mom Angela, an attractive older lady, still had sex with my wife’s step dad Ron.
They’re both in their mid-sixties, and he wasn’t in the best of physical shape,
walking up stairs would usually be enough to have Ron breathing heavy. Despite
Ron’s health issues, Kelly seemed to think that they still were able to get it
in, even if it was infrequent.
Anyway
I went to bed that night and had the sexiest dream about my 65 year old mother
in law Angela. She’s a very attractive woman with fair skin, large breasts,
short blonde hair and a voluptuous
figure, and in the dream I was simply making out with her. When I woke in the
morning with a raging hard on I told the wife about it and to my surprise she admitted
to finding the idea very sexy. She always felt guilty about her infidelity and
wanted me to enjoy some outside fun too, with full disclosure. We made love
that morning harder and more enthusiastically than we had in months.
I go
to my in-laws house a few times a week to help out with things or mow the lawn,
etc. So for the next few weeks whenever I would visit, I found myself spending
extra time with Angela, talking and flirting on the sly. Every time I saw her I
would flash back to my vivid sexual fantasies, which turned me into a blushing
school boy with a crush. I would
compliment her outfits and wonder aloud if my father in law, Ron, knew how
lucky he was. At first she blew off my flirting as harmless fun, but as the
weeks went by and my words grew bolder, I noticed a change in her behavior.
Angela
began to dress a little more casually when she knew I was coming by. Her
attitude was always friendly but now she seemed to thrill at my company and
encourage my various compliments. The
only time she didn’t seem to respond to my attention was when Ron or Kelly was
with us. If I didn’t know better I would
think she was feeling guilty, despite doing nothing wrong.
Kelly,
ever the detective, started to pick up on my game and told me that I wasn’t
slick. “My mom might appreciate the attention, but you don’t have a shot,
honey.” She said with a smile that I took as her tacit permission to continue
trying.
Well
sometimes the stars align and one weekend Ron took off on a fishing trip on the
same weekend Kelly had to go away for business. When I found out I immediately
called Angela and offered to make her dinner at our house. I said we could keep
each other company while our spouses were away. She loved the idea and said she
would bring the wine.
That
Friday as Kelly was preparing to leave, she looked me in the eyes and told me
to try to control myself around her mother. I smiled innocently and asked what
she meant. She merely smiled and shook her head at me and finished packing.
I cleaned and prepared all day for a very
romantic dinner with candles and the whole works. I figured that in order to
break past any reservations I would need to create an atmosphere of sexual
tension.
When Angela
arrived she looked stunning. She is an older lady but she has beautiful round
36 DD breasts, a nice round ass, and a sexy smile. We sat down to dinner and I
continued the charm offensive. We drank her bottle of wine, and began work on
another I had bought.
After
dinner I said I had rented a couple movies for us to watch and we went into the
family room. We sat close on the sofa and as the movies played I started to
notice how she leaned into me and I put my arm around her began to lightly
stroke her shoulder. Her hand found my lap and rested there for a long time, as
she seemed a little nervous as the mood of the evening changed.
I
decided that I should escalate at this point and started to move my hand from
stroking her shoulder up to her hair. I stopped watching the movie and looked
at her from the side as I gently touched her neck and ran my fingers over her hair.
I could feel my cock growing harder by the minute as I slowly shifted my waist
to place her hand ever closer to my erection.
She
was intent on staring at the TV screen as I knew by now she could feel how
excited I was. After a moment I saw her visibly exhale and close her eyes. When
they opened again she turned to me and asked “What are we doing?”
I
couldn’t answer with words so I gently shook my head and leaned in to kiss her
lips. She sat there a moment as our lips touched and I thought maybe I had gone
too far. I started lightly pecking kisses on her lips and soon she followed
suit. Within moments our lips parted and I felt her tongue for the first time.
We
sat there kissing and touching each other for a long time. My hands danced
across her body, as I felt her breasts and reached beneath her blouse to get a
real grip. Her hand now stroked my cock firmly through my pants as I heard her gasp
at my touch.
Before
I knew it I had opened her blouse and pulled her skirt up and finally felt the
treasure I had waited for. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy as I
began to curl my fingers in the silk of her panties. I couldn’t wait anymore as
I broke our kiss and moved between her legs. I pulled her damp undies to the
side and dipped my tongue into her quivering slit.
She
moaned as I tasted her, reaching back to stroke my head I as feasted. She
tasted like heaven as I pushed my tongue as far into her saucy hole as possible.
Her pussy was drenched and hot as I
slurped and sucked her clit with abandon. As soon as I licked across her
asshole she came and drowned me in her precious necter.
She
couldn’t wait any longer and pulled up and had me sit on the sofa as she helped
pull my pants to my ankles. With that she climbed into my lap and straddled me
as she grabbed my manhood and ran it back and forth across her cunt. At this
point I took control and kissed her savagely as I felt her hand slip away from
my rod.
Before
she could slide down I began to tease her with the tip, just stroking lightly
in and out. I held most of her weight in my arms not allowing her the full
measure of my cock and the small teasing motions soon brought her a second yet
frustrating orgasm. As She cried out for me to put it in her, I let go of her
hips and she felt my full length inside her velvet channel. As soon as I hit
bottom she cried out in another wet orgasm.
I
began to fuck her in ernest as I gripped her soft ass and pulled her pussy on
and off my cock with increasing speed. I could feel the explosion building as I
continued to plow her creaming twat and she kept repeating “ thank you baby. Oh
god thank you baby..” in my ear. Soon I could take no more and cried out in
pleasure as I filled my mother-in-law with spurt after spurt of my thick sperm.
She clutched at me desperately as we sat in our own fluids catching our breath.
That
night was just the beginning. We spent that weekend in bed at our house and
hers, in every conceivable position. We felt a little awkward at first, but
when I told my wife what had happened (yes I told her). She was so turned on
that we spent the next week in and out of bed ourselves.
Now
my mother-in-law comes over to visit when my wife has errands and we fuck like
newlyweds. Then when my baby comes home, she sucks her mother’s juices off my
cock and rides me until I can’t take it anymore.
They
don’t seem too receptive to the idea of a threesome, and I can understand why.
But I still hold out hope.
As I
said after that first weekend Angela and I found time each week to give each
other pleasure. My wife, ever the free spirit, actually encouraged our little
trysts, as they seemed to make the years drop away from her mom. Angela began
to dress sexier and often flirted less discreetly than before, even around my father-in-law
who seems clueless to it all. She confessed to me one afternoon that our new
adventures had awakened something inside her that she never knew existed. She
said when we were together it made her feel like a sexy cheating whore, and
that feeling was like a drug to her.
You
may be wondering in all this fooling around, where Ron, my Father-in-law was.
He’s retired but still active in the community so most days he spends time away
from home with his buddies out golfing. He’s home around 6 every night in time
for dinner, then its a couple beers and he falls asleep in front of the
television like clockwork.
About
once or twice a month the wife and I go over to her parents to spend an
evening. We usually manage to pry Ron away from his TV programs long enough to
have a nice conversation but he always drifts away after awhile. Well last
Friday something a little different happened.
We get
to the in-laws house about 7pm and dinner is lovely. Angela pours everyone wine
and we make it through the meal slowly and soon Ron’s interests turn toward the
TV. At about that time I see Angela look over at my wife, and asks her to keep
her dad company for a while because she needs me to take a look at the dish
washer. Ron looks annoyed at this, asking if she overloaded it again. Angela
confesses that she did, but I diffuse the tension saying its no problem for me
to fix it.
As I
make my way into the kitchen I see my wife wink to her mom as Angela follows
behind with some dirty dishes.
No
sooner had the door to kitchen swung closed when Angela set down the plates and
grabs me in a passionate embrace. I feel her tongue push past my lips and begin
to fight with my own as her hands reach quickly for my belt. I break the kiss
long enough to ask her, “Do you think this is such a good idea?”
I’ll
never forget the look of lust in her eyes as she got to her knees before me and
said, “I told you I love feeling like a cheating whore, now give me that cock.”
Oh My god. I felt like I was in heaven as her warm fingers enclosed my shaft. I
could feel her hot breath flow across the tip of my cock an instant before I
was thrust into her waiting mouth, my knees almost buckled right there. The
only sounds you could hear were the television from 20 feet away in the next
room and Angela’s wet mouth slurping hungrily at my shaft.
The
possibility of being caught by my FIL with my cock down his wife’s throat made
me feel like I would cum any moment. Angela kept up the pressure swirling her
tongue around the tip of my dick. Then she started flicking the piss hole with
the just the tip of her tongue while stroking the shaft. I grabbed her
shoulders and stage whispered “I’m gonna cum, OOOh shit!” It felt like she was
swallowing my fucking soul as I stood there, my whole body shaking with
release. I had never cum that hard or that fast before.
“I
need you to fuck me right now.” She whispered as she hurriedly stood and pulled
her skirt up around her hips, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing panties
the whole night. My cock was still rock hard and tingling as I quickly lifted
her to the counter and positioned myself between her open legs. I plunged
inside until our pubic hair touched and she buried her head into my shoulder
stifling a cry of pleasure.
I
don’t know if anyone else has felt this way, but right after my cum gets
swallowed, if I get to fuck pussy right away it almost feels like a constant
orgasm. I was banging my mother-in-law on the kitchen counter with all I had,
feeling like I was still cumming from the first time. At the same time I’m
trying to keep as quiet as a church mouse so as not arouse my FIL’s suspicion.
I felt like we were almost screaming, our whispered passions were so intense.
In the back of my mind I wondered what Ron would say if he saw us like this,
and that thought made the churning in my balls start to signal another release.
The
kitchen was thick with the stink of sex. The sounds of our wet privates
clapping together filled the room like people. I leaned in harder as I started
to build up to my climax. “I’m gonna fill this pussy up slut.” I whispered as
my hips crashed into her of their own volition. At that I heard Angela’s soft
cry of orgasm fill my ears as torrents of my seed exploded from dick spraying
inside the womb from which my wife had been born.
I
could feel my hips jerk involuntarily as I spurted the last gasps of my
release. We caught our breath for a moment and then found ourselves looking
into each other’s eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply trying to taste
her again. My spent cock slowly began to retreat from her cleft as our tongues
danced again. She soon broke the kiss, as if remembering where we were.
“Later
lover. We have to pick this up later.” She said to me, her hands torn between
pushing me away and pulling me in for more. “Plus I promised my daughter to leave
a little something for her for when you guys get home.” I stepped back reaching
down for my pants moving in that slow after sex lethargy. It seemed like we
were at it for hours but in reality it had barely been 20 minutes.
I got
myself together and went out the back door to catch some fresh air. After a
minute my wife was at my side leaning against me softly, her hand in mine. “I
managed to see you two in there for a minute. I don’t think you even noticed
me.” She said with a twinkle in her tone. Before I could answer she said. “I
hope you saved some for me, because my mother isn’t the only one in this family
that needs a good hard fuck tonight.”
How
did I get so fortunate? As you can imagine, we went home and I managed to blow
one more load into my lovely bride before collapsing into a deep sleep. I don’t
know where this road leads, but goddamn!
