Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
Well, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news first is that I managed to get out of that precarious situation, unharmed. After quickly getting dressed, I headed out to meet my wife and father in law, head on. I distracted them long enough for Chrystal to escape and gather her clothes all over the house.
After getting cleaned up a little bit, she then snuck up behind them and pretended to be coming from somewhere else in the house. The smell of sex in our bedroom was remedied by opening a window during dinner, before my wife noticed.
Then the bad news: not only did I not get another screw out of my wife during the next couple of days, but Chrystal also cut me off completely, for the remainder of our stay. She made sure she was never alone with me again, and whenever I tried something sneaky, she'd find a way to catch either Bill's or Susan's attention, thereby blocking my every attempt.
I don't know what had gotten into the bitch all of a sudden -- I doubt it was remorse or respectability -- but whatever it was, I was back to jacking off and fantasizing about her. My wife made an effort the very last day and gave me an uninspired handjob just before we left.
She allowed me to cum all over the bed -- and not clean it up -- which I assumed was her way of getting some sort of closure. Once we were back home, I found it very difficult to get back in my old routine of attending parties, having boring conversation with collegues, playing golf and not getting sex from my wife...
No matter what I did or where I was, I couldn't stop thinking about the depraved relationship I had with my mother-in-law. All the slutty things she'd done, all the abuse she'd willingly taken from me... and how she'd cut me off, just like that, without a reason.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and although Chrystal was always somewhere on my mind, especially during my many, many masturbation sessions -- as my wife had gone back to putting out only once a month -- I had come to accept the fact that I wasn't going to fuck any of my mother-in-law's holes again.
Fortunately, when it comes to cheating, backstabbing whores, one can never be sure of anything. That Friday evening, after coming home from a round of house calls, I found Chrystal sitting on my couch, crying in my wife's arms.
Surprised and curious, I glanced at my wife, who shot me an angry, ice-cold look. Figuring I'd better not disturb them, I backed out of the room and retreated to my practice, where I -- not having anything better to do -- caught up on some paper work.
About fifteen minutes later, my wife barged in. I could see she'd had been crying as well.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I got up, ready to console her. However, she walked straight up to me and slapped me hard across the face.
Surprised and confused, I looked at her -- not having the foggiest idea what was going on.
"You fucked my mom?" she barked rhetorically, then slapped me a second time, slightly harder than the first time. Damn, I did not see that one coming!
"I... uh..." I stammered.
"Don't bother denying it," Susan snapped, "Mom told me everything!"
"Shit," I whispered without thinking, "Did she tell your father too?"
"Are you crazy? He'd probably have you killed."
I wish I could say she was kidding, but I wasn't completely sure.
"Then why is she crying?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Dad filed for divorce... because he's bored with her... in bed,," Susan replied, barely able to keep herself from slapping me again.
Now, my mother-in-law was a real bitch and had a lot of flaws, but she sure as hell wasn't a boring fuck! In fact, she was one of the biggest sluts I had ever encountered -- and I had attended college for seven years. Not wanting to share that particular insight with my already angry wife, I decided to just stay quiet and let her do the talking for now.
To my surprise, Susan actually calmed down a little bit as she mustered up the courage to say what she needed to say next.
"According to my mom, dad is... uh... worthless... in bed," she whispered, "That's why she came on to you. She... told me that you turned her down multiple times, before you... caved. At least, you tried to be faithful, I guess."
Although Chrystal had downplayed my envolvement, I still felt that I shouldn't overplay my hand here, so I remained quiet -- and tried to figure out what Chrystal was playing at. I had never turned her down, never even hesitated... not once.
"If not you, then mom would probably have found someone else..." she whispered. Part of her wanted to add that she was grateful that I was me, but she couldn't quite get the words over her lips.
"Look Susan, I am sor..." I whispered.
"Not now," she said, "We'll deal with our situation later. I've got to go and try to talk some sense into dad."
"What? You're leaving me here with her?" I asked flabbergasted.
"I don' t have much of a choice, do I?" she bit angrily, "Unless you want to go and talk to my dad."
I didn't reply.
"Didn't think so," she scoffed, "Just stay here and... try to keep your dick out of mom!"
Not liking the situation, but happy that she wasn't angrier than this, I counted my blessings. Realizing I probably wouldn't have a rebuttle, Susan stormed out of my office.
From in the hallway, she yelled, "Mom, I am going over to the house... to talk to dad."
Before turning and walking out the front door, she turned to me and repeated, "Behave, okay?"
I nodded as I heard Chrystal sobbing from the living room area.
I waited for my wife to get in her car and drive off, then entered the living room, and saw Chrystal standing in front of the window, looking on as her daughter drove off. I slowly approached her, cleared my throat to let her know that I was there. Part of me wanted to scream at her, and ask her why on Earth she'd spilled the beans, but another part of me felt actually sorry for her -- would you believe it.
"So..." I whispered softly, assuming she was actually crying and upset.
"Take off your clothes," she replied, without looking at me.
"Excuse me?" I said, surprised and shocked.
"Take off your clothes and whip out that fat cock of yours," she blurted out. Dumbfounded, I gawked at her as she took off her blouse and unclasped her bra in the back. She clearly wasn't upset at all. She'd simply been putting on a show for my wife's sake.
I couldn't believe what a backstabbing slut she was. She'd just promised my wife -- her daughter -- to behave. She obviously had no intention of keeping her promise. As she threw her blouse and bra on the living room floor, I was a bit hesitant and was trying to weigh my promise to my wife against my blind lust for Chrystal.
However, I quickly found myself unzipping my pants and taking out my hardening dick. As she stood there, naked from the waist up, I did as I was told and stripped bare. And just like that, she'd gotten the upper hand once again. God, I was such a push-over!
"You naked, faggot?" she asked, as she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her legs.
"Yes," I hissed, whacking off, hoping I was going to see her naked again.
"Good," she said as she turned around and let me oggle her tits as she lowered her panties and stepped out of them, then waited another five seconds, before speaking.
"I guess you're wondering what the hell is going on," she said, her hands on her hips, "In short, I am bored out of my mind. And I need you to change that!"
Not giving me the time to reply, she walked over to the dresser and grabbed the pack of cigarettes and the lighter my wife had put there and said, "Not only am I going to move in, I am going to make you jump through so many hoops that you won't have time for anything else."
A big red flag went up in my brain, but I simply ignored it.
"Follow me," she whispered. She walked out of the room and headed over to the garage, which was currently empty as my wife had taken the car. There, she lit up a cigarette and threw the lighter on the floor somewhere.
I gawked at her naked tits and bush, and continued wanking like a sex-crazed teenager. As she casually blew smoke up into the air, she leaned against the workbench and pointed at her twat, leaving no doubt as to what she wanted me to do.
Instead of objecting or telling her off, I meekly walked up to her, dropped to my knees on the cold concrete and jammed my head in between her thighs and started lapping at her moist cunt -- while I continued tugging my fat dick. I couldn't believe that after all this time, we were at it again.
She didn't moan or say anything. She simply continued smoking and occassionally ran her hand through my hair as I was going down on her. Needless to say that I came long before she had a chance to finish her cigarette. With my tongue up her twat, I dumped my silly load on the garage floor.
As soon as my orgasm was over, she squatted down and put her cigarette out in my cum, then condescendingly patted me on the head and whispered, "I am glad we understand each other."
I figured she was going to get up and leave, but she didn't. She wasn't done with me quite yet.
"Now, let's get you hard again," she whispered, "Follow me."
She led me back into the living room, where she picked up her panties, handed them to me and said, "Here, put these on."
I looked at her funny, but when I realized she was serious, I accepted them and carefully put one leg into them, then the other one and pulled them up. Needless to say, they were way too small and very uncomfortable. I really stretched them to their limit. The fabric could barely contain my balls and half-flaccid dick.
She looked me up and down, smiled and said, "Good little bitch."
Then, she grabbed her bra and put it on me, assisting me every step of the way. First, she helped me put my arms into the straps and then did up the hooks on my back -- with some effort. The bra was even more uncomfortable than her panties, and she knew it.
She stepped back and took a good, long hard look, grinning. Next thing I knew, she strolled over to the dining room table and bent forward, laying down, her tits on the table, her ass towards me. Then, she glanced over her shoulder at me and used both her hands to pull her ass cheeks open.
Once again, I knew exactly what to do. I got on my knees behind her and stuffed my face in between her butt cheeks. I stuck out my tongue and licked her twat as well as I could reach it.
"Oh shit yeah, you fucking loser... tell me when you're hard again," she groaned.
