WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically.
Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong theme of taboo family relationships and adultery which some readers may find disturbing and might wish to cease reading now.....
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Chapter Three: My Wife, Her Mother & Moving In
Moving in with Margot at her house at Gerrards Cross was not my idea and was mostly driven by Chrissy. I had to admit that in the short term it did seem to solve a lot of our problems about where we should live as a couple. My central London apartment was ideal for me as a footloose bachelor but was less practical for Chrissy and I as a married couple. Despite having nearly six months to think about buying a marital home neither of us had given the issue too much thought and the logistics of being married very much took a back seat to the sexual duties and pleasures that came with the union. In truth I had not wanted to start looking at property until Chrissy returned to the UK and still harboured selfish hopes that she would choose to live in my London flat.
My mother-in-law's house was actually much larger than I had realised on that first visit at Easter. It was an impressive 1970's red brick detached house in considerable grounds with five bedrooms in the main house but at some point had been added to with a substantial self-contained guest annex or granny flat with its own entrance and garage and a connecting door through the utility room to the main house and the house had a very expensive indoor heated swimming pool at the other end of the main building. According to Margot the house had been built for some 1960's pop star, who I had never heard of, who had overdosed and expired with large debts and the oversized house had come onto the market at a knock-down price just when Margot needed a new family home. Gerrards Cross is only 22 miles from London and less than a 5 mile commute to Wexham Park Hospital ideal for both Chrissy and Margot for work which was why my wife had returned to her family home to live after university.
The problem was with me. I suppose that I was a bit uncomfortable sharing a house, any house with anybody else, I had lived on my own since starting university twenty years ago and sharing my life with a wife was going to be a substantial shock to my established life-style, sharing a house with her mother and visiting family members as well would be an even greater one, even if it was Margot. Perhaps especially if it was Margot. I really did want to be married to Chrissy, but we had both jumped into marriage on a whim and neither of us had taken time to consider the implications of the upheavals that would be caused to our established freewheeling living patterns.
Chrissy and I had not really quarrelled about the idea but I had been more than a bit resistant and it had taken several hours' animated discussion for me to come round to accepting that moving into the annex flat might even be considered as a practical idea. She had broached the proposal over breakfast on the Easter Monday and I could see that Margot was as surprised as I was, but I had let it pass until Chrissy and I were alone together and we had spent most of the day discussing options. Margot had sensibly given us space and had taken herself off for the day so that we could argue in private. Our squabbling was not serious and inevitably ended with Chrissy and I making love, twice... although we still failed to come to a final decision. I could prevaricate forever if she was going to keep trying to fuck me into compliance.
We renewed our discussion early the following morning after Chrissy and her mother had taken their morning run and Margo had gone up to her room to shower and change.
As usual Chrissy and Margot had gone out together jogging in their matching grey marl sports bras and tight cropped leggings with bare midriffs and those silly socks which look as though they have fallen down and are in need of pulling up. I watched them take off down the drive and onto the main road their honey blonde pony tails bobbing in unison and their legs pumping. By the time they had gone 100 yards I was hard pushed to tell which was which their bodies were so alike. The only distinguishing feature was Margot wore white trainers and Chrissy fluorescent yellow.
Chrissy had insisted on doing her run every morning whilst we were in Ethiopia which meant that I was obliged to go with her for protection. I consider myself reasonably fit but she beat the shit out of me every single day the only redeeming factor was getting to wash her off in the shower afterwards. I guess the 13 year age difference meant less in the shower than on the road. Those morning showers together became a regular feature of our life and showering with my wife has become one of my very favourite things, a fantastic way to have early morning sex.
"Why are you so set against the idea of living here?" Chrissy had asked me after my initial explosive re-action to the revival of our discussion. "The annex is almost a separate house, it is ready furnished and it is so convenient for both of us..."
"I suppose that I am just not comfortable with moving into the home where you grew up and have lived all your life, and sharing it with your mother..."
"I thought that you and Mummy were getting along fine.... You two seem as thick as thieves sometimes, and I know that she likes you..." She had argued. How the hell could I tell her that part of my reservation was that from the day we met I had been fucking her mother and living in the same house as Margot seemed to me to be a recipe for marital disaster.
"I know.... Margot is terrific..." I answered. In and out of bed....I thought silently. The trouble was that I was addicted to both my wife and my mother-in-law's fantastic bodies and sharing a house would not be able to keep my hands off of either one which could make it a very dangerous and complicated game to play.
"I think we should move into the annex if Mummy agrees....just for a few months... to give us time to shop around for a house of our own....." She stated firmly moving to perch on the arm of the settee. The same couch on which I had fucked her mother to a triple orgasm just two nights earlier. "And we should do it NOW....TODAY!"
I reached up and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto my lap, "So you are laying down the law to me, are you, wife?" I scolded in mock anger. "Expect me to be a pussy-whipped husband, do you?"
"Yes, definitely." She squirmed in my lap and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she wriggled herself about on my prick through the fabric of the jogger bottoms which I had pulled on after getting up.
"Now that is not fair....using sex to get your own way!" I scolded with a smile. She was starting to give me an erection so there was very little likelihood of any further rational argument... I was already on the road to yielding the battle. Dick 1 -- Logic Nil.
"Yes it is...after all, we are the weaker sex..."
"Weaker but smarter..." I conceded and pulled her down beside me, spooning her and reaching around to caress her breast whilst pressing my lips to her neck and nibbling at the tiny short blonde hairs on the nape. My God, this was almost a re-run of being on this same couch with her mother two nights ago, if I closed my eyes I could believe that it was Margot's body next to me they felt so much alike, they even used the same shampoo and they smelled alike.
"Oh shit, Felix...now THAT really is not fair." I wriggled my hand under her soft sports bra and cupped her breast squeezing and tugging at her nipple until it became engorged and huge.
"What?"
"Men can't use sex to win an argument.... Only girls can do that..." She giggled.
"I'm not using sex to try and win anything..... men don't do that remember.."
