My Father-In-Law, Dave
Lori was perhaps the sexiest woman I ever met. I guess she was in her early fifties when my then boyfriend, now husband, Jake, introduced me to her. She had stunningly shiny black hair and light brown skin, and amazing boobs. I was immediately attracted to her breasts that were her most prominent feature. Later I would notice what a nice round butt she had.
Jake inherited some of his mother's Mexican features but was predominantly in his father's image, with the same stocky build and chiseled face. Only he had his mother's jet-black hair, while his father was a blonde Scandinavian.
"You know my son, like his father, has a tremendous sex drive," Lori informed me when we visited them to announce our engagement. "I hope you can keep up with him like I do with Dave. It was hard at first, but then I really started enjoying the constant barrage of sexual advancements," she confessed to me, her future daughter-in-law. Lori smiled when I told her that there was nothing more in the world I liked to do than fuck.
I heard once that most men married a woman like their mother. I'm nothing like Lori. I can't cook like she can. I certainly don't look like her, being Irish with freckles and red hair. My tits are a C-cup, not like her DD's. I do love to suck cock, but I never discussed that detail with Lori before or after I married Jake. And that could be the reason he married me.
My first date with Jake ended with him taking me back to my apartment, and he asked me if it was okay to kiss me. "Well, you can kiss me if you let me suck your cock," I told him. He looked like he was going to shit his pants. "Don't be scared," I told him. "I won't bite it off," I laughed.
He was trying really hard to act like a gentleman and I just came on to him like a slut. We went inside and I loosened his belt. He just stood there when I pulled down his pants and his cock sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. Maybe he wasn't scared. He was trying to be a gentleman and disguise how horny he was himself. I licked and sucked on his gorged manhood, sensing his imminent ejaculation and backing off, for quite some time until my knees started getting sore on the hardwood floor.
I took him to bed that night. I laid back and let him return the oral pleasuring. He was good about taking my directions, licking and biting lightly on my sensitive clit, sending me into ecstatic orgasms. My body writhed with the waves of sensual thrills.
"I'm on the pill," I informed him. "You don't have to wear a condom, and I love the sensation of hot cum filling my pussy." That night we fucked in every position our young bodies would allow. Jake came a couple of times inside my pussy, but the best was when he face fucked me, his cock gagging me as he forced it down my throat, blasting his hot semen in my mouth and all over my face as he pulled out.
It was love at first fuck.
That was fifteen years ago. We're both in our forties now and this time when we went to visit his father it was to lay his beautiful mother to rest. Lori had passed away from cancer. Dave was heartbroken.
After the funeral, we went out to dinner. "Dad, I know you haven't had time to think about much lately. Kelli and I are here to help as much as possible," my husband Jake comforted his father.
"We'd like you to move in with us in El Paso," I quickly filled in.
"Yes, sell the house here in Arizona and stay with us in Texas," Jake added.
We discussed it for a few more minutes when Dave agreed. Jake and I never had children, so we had plenty of room in our typical three-bedroom, two-bath house. It had a split floor plan, so Dave would have his privacy at one end of the house while our master bedroom was at the other.
Jake and I weren't the sexed crazed lovers anymore. At first we would fuck a few times a day, and anywhere in the house, the backyard, wherever, but that started to wane after about five years, slowly winding down to an occasional holiday, anniversary, birthday. So, I wouldn't feel like Dave would be intruding on our sex lifestyle.
We tried to put some excitement into our sex lives a few years ago, going to a swingers resort in Mexico. It was working out fine between us, but then we hooked up with this other couple who were ten years younger, very sexy and adventuresome. Jacqui was a curvy black woman with the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen. Terrel was a young black guy with a thick, long cock.
Jake was fine when he was fucking Jacqui, but he got jealous when Terrel started banging me. Terrel was behind me. His girth stretched my pussy wide open, and I could feel his cock on my cervical bone when he thrust in hard. I screamed it was such a powerful fucking. That's when Jake went jealous on me.
"Are you pissed off at me because you never made me scream like that?" I asked my husband later when he seemed to sulk about Jacqui and Terrel's swap.
"Well, yes. I mean, he's got a huge dick," Jake muttered. "I never made you scream like that," he said defeated.
"We have two more days here, so let's find a white couple with a guy who has a tiny dick, so you won't get more anxiety over your penis envy," I lectured my husband like he was a child.
Jake and I have been in this partially sexless mode since. I hoped having his father around would brighten his attitude toward life in general, which may lead to some action in our bed.
Dave settled in nicely. He was great to have around. Anytime there was a chore or a minor fix-it, he did it before I noticed it needed to be done. One evening we were sitting outside on the patio, a place where we once fucked incessantly, having our evening dinner.
"One thing I loved about Arizona was the weather, just like this," Dave mused. "Your mother and I used to spend hours outdoors having fun, if you know what I mean," he went on winking at his son.
I knew what he meant. There was a time when Jake would catch me sunbathing in the nude and rip his clothes off and attack me, furiously eating my pussy and then slamming his cock down my throat the way I liked it. I swallowed as much of his cum on the patio as I did the steaks he grilled.
"I loved sunbathing in the nude out here," I offered up as a hint to my husband. "Maybe, I can catch up on that while you guys are at the golf course," I said with a tinge of sarcasm.
Dave became accustomed to life in El Paso. It wasn't much different than his life in Arizona except he didn't have his wife, his lover. I wondered how they kept their passion for each other for so long, and Jake and I let slip away. I began noticing something about Dave that I used to see in Jake. It was a passion for life itself.
I was doing housework one morning when I heard Dave in the shower with the bathroom door open. He was getting out when I quickly glanced at his trim naked body. He had a nice-looking cock that appeared a bit swollen. I thought he must be masturbating in the shower. I never noticed any signs of his cum on the sheets when I did laundry, so I figured that was where he was relieving himself.
A fleeting thought of me helping him out with his ejaculations crossed my mind. I love cock, especially on my mouth. I felt a twinge in my pussy as the image of me sucking my father-in-law's penis flashed in my brain.
That night when Jake and I went to bed, I pulled the covers off him, slid his shorts off and began sucking on his cock and licking his balls. He wasn't getting very stiff as if he was distracted or something. I persisted and he didn't resist. Eventually, after considerable bobbing on his manhood, he came in my mouth, and I could savor the salty, sticky fluid from his balls.
"What brought that on?" Jake asked me.
"You know how much I like to suck cock," I reminded him. "I just haven't had any for a while and I was craving it."
