Almost Caught, Part 1
"I was kind of hoping to spend some extra time with you," I told my wife as I was sitting in traffic on my way home on Tuesday night. It was a short week, with Thursday being Thanksgiving, and work was a little stressful.
"It's not like she visits all the time, Vince," Veronica said. "It's only for the weekend."
I sighed. I felt like both my wife and I worked so much that we never got to spend time together. With the holidays coming up, I was really hoping for some "alone time." But now my wife was informing me that my mother-in-law, her step-mom, was coming down from Minnesota for Thanksgiving weekend... nearly four days.
I'd only met her once, in person, and that was at the wedding five years ago. She seemed nice enough. She had immigrated from Colombia ten years before and had married Veronica's dad. Unfortunately, he died three years ago, leaving just the two of them. According to Veronica, Emmanuelle was a great influence on him. She encouraged him to work out, stop smoking, and get in better shape. It was only a fluke aneurysm that ended his life. And being younger, she helped shaped Veronica's life as well and Veronica greatly admired her.
"We'll go out next weekend and spend time together, ok?" she asked. "I think I'm going to need a little... stress relief... by then."
I felt my cock instantly harden at the thought. I loved her version of stress relief and thought back to the last time she said she needed it. We ended up sitting in the parking lot of a movie theater, waiting to go inside, with her sitting on my lap, riding me to one orgasm after another, all the while keeping me from having one until later in the night. We never did see the movie. She was a dominant lover, always in charge from the first time we had sex.
And I always gave in.
I didn't understand why. Guys were supposed to be the more dominant sex, the one's in charge. But for some reason she brought out the submissive in me. And I couldn't help doing it her way.
"I like the sound of that," I smiled into the phone.
"You're going to like the feeling of it, too. I'm having such naughty thoughts about what I want to do to you."
She always knew how to drive me insane with lust.
"I just wish it was sooner..." I felt like I was whining. I couldn't help it. It had been a month since we last had sex.
"What's that?" she asked someone else nearby. "Ok, I'll be right there. Sorry, honey, I gotta go. Love you," she said quickly and hung up before I could reply.
"Love you, too," I said and set the phone aside.
The radio turned to a new song as the lane next to me opened up. I quickly merged over, only to stop to wait once again.
My thoughts turned towards my Emmanuelle, my mother-in-law, as Britney's song filled the car, the last line of the chorus being a play on the words "FUCK me".
Love me, hate me
Say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls
Are begging to if you seek Amy
My mother-in-law was a gorgeous, firebrand of a woman. When I met her at the wedding, she wore a flimsy, flower print dress that left little to the imagination. She clung to her husband's arm, never leaving his side, and all the while was stroking him with her hand or leg. I could imagine the hard-on he sported the entire time... and then could imagine what happened when they got home.
I fantasized about that and the song, about being so wanted by so many women, about being at home with women all around wanting me, touching me, fucking me. I was so worked up with my memory and fantasy, that it took the honking car behind me to realize the parking lot on the expressway was starting to break up a little and that there was a lot of room in front of me.
The night was somewhat lonely again. Veronica, my wife, cooked a little dinner, but had to sit on her computer most of the night, working. She was a psychologist working at the local hospital and sometimes had to work long hours to input patient information and notes. I ate dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed.
*****
The next day was a short day at work. The day before Thanksgiving. The day Emmanuelle arrived.
I left work early and got home at 3:00, but I didn't beat Emmanuelle. They must have left on Tuesday morning and stayed in a hotel part of the way down.
"Hola, baby!" she said, smiling brightly as I came in the door. She came over and hugged me tightly, pressing her entire body against me as she greeted me. It had to have been my imagination, but I could swear she ground her pussy into my hip.
"Hi honey," Roni said, kissing me on the cheek as Emmanuelle let me go.
"How are you, Vince?" Emmanuelle asked, taking my arm and leading me to the living room. "It's been ages since I've seen you."
I tossed my fall jacket into the chair beside the front door and it promptly slid to the floor. I wasn't able to grab it because of Emmanuelle's grip on my arm. She led me into the living room and we sat on the couch, her right beside me.
"I'm doing well... just working..." I said.
Roni called from the archway leading into the hall. "Do you guys want something to drink? Lemonade?"
"Sure baby," Emmanuelle said, still looking at me. Her lips were so luscious, full and moist. She was a younger woman, only in her late 30s, and was very attractive. I felt my body responding to her as she continued to hug my arm, holding me close, her breast pressing into my bicep.
"Me too," I yelled.
Veronica disappeared into the kitchen, leaving just Emmanuelle and myself alone in the living room.
"Ooh, I can feel your muscles," she said softly, using her hands to caress my arm and shoulder. "Do you work out? Lift weights?"
I smiled at her, embarrassed by her compliments and extremely personal touching. "A little," I said, blushing.
"Oooh, I like a man that keeps himself in shape." She slid her hand over my chest and around my pecs. I worked out several times a week, one of Veronica's desires of me. But I would never call myself buff. "Is every muscle this hard?" she whispered close to my ear.
I blushed furiously which only made her giggle.
"Well of course not," she continued. "Some muscles take a little more... effort... to get fully hard."
Her flirty and sexual comments were getting me hot and bothered and I could feel my cock springing to life. Her hand moved down my chest and onto my stomach, slowly moving towards my crotch as she held me in place with her other arm around mine.
"Mmm, I like hard muscles," she whispered deep in her throat, her hand moving onto my thigh and sliding between my legs. Her thumb slid along my shaft and balls, making me harder than ever, stroking slowly over me. "I like to touch them... see if they can get harder..."
"But... Veronica is... is just down the hall," I said weakly, trying to convince her to stop. But it only seemed to embolden her. "What if she..."
"I know." Her hand moved fully onto my erection, stroking it through my pants. "We could be caught at any moment," she whispered.
My cock was jumping under her touch. God I needed to cum so badly. It had been way too long since Roni had touched me. I tried to move away, but her grip on my arm was firm. I didn't want to cause a scene and especially didn't want Roni to catch us. What would I say?
"We could be caught with your pants around your ankles... with your cock big and hard in my hand. We could even be caught with your cock in my mouth," Emmanuelle said slowly, her heavy accent only making it more seductive. "You'd be standing in front of me... totally naked. If you were mine, you wouldn't go a day without cumming for me. This muscle would be very, very strong from all the workouts I'd give it." She squeezed my crotch emphasizing what muscle she was talking about.
"No... But... I..."
"I really would like to get to know you better," she purred, kissing my shoulder. "Get closer to you."
"Sorry," Roni called from the hallway, startling me. Emmanuelle released my cock, but not her hand on my arm. "I had to make a whole new pitcher." She walked in with three glasses and set them on the coffee table in front of us before sitting down on the couch opposite her step-mom, leaving me sandwiched between them.
"Well you two look comfortable," she said smiling. "Getting along?"
I reached for my glass, still blushing, and took a sip.
"Wonderfully," Emmanuelle said. "He was just telling me about his exercise program."
"Yeah? He does have a bunch of equipment in the basement, that's for sure. I wish he'd keep it picked up better."
"Honey... I..." I started to apologize, but Emmanuelle cut me off.
"Don't let it bother you so, Veronica. He's just trying to look good for you." Emmanuelle smiled at me and squeezed my arm. "I like that in a man."
"He does keep in good shape," Roni admitted, smiling.
We sat on the couch, chatting for another 30 minutes or so before Emmanuelle decided to go upstairs to get cleaned up for dinner.
"Tell Jenteal that I hope she feels better," Veronica said as she stood at the banister, watching her step-mom ascend the stairs.
"Jenteal?" I asked.
