I'd better just say there is incest in this story before the editors insist.
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Kay Beaumont and I were married a year after we first met. She joined our company in Bournemouth as a receptionist after she had spent several years in the Navy as a Supplies Officer. She had resigned after several sexual harassment cases involving higher ranking male officers who, despite in every case being married, couldn't keep their hands off her. I was parachuted into the firm from Bristol as Financial Controller by our parent company at about the same time. My predecessor was "let go" after a series of disastrous decisions that had cost over a million pounds of losses to the bottom line.
We were formally introduced on my walk about and we immediately found that our newness in the company made for a mutual attraction. She was 25, blonde with a figure that screamed "fuck me"; no wonder she had faced so many sexual harassments episodes. I was a 27 year old rugby playing Chartered Accountant, single and looking for a long term commitment (maybe).
I asked her out on a date after about two months and the mutual attraction we originally felt quickly morphed into outright sexual magnetism. Our first date ended with a passionate half hour kissing on her doorstep; the second culminated in a frenzied naked copulation in my bed that lasted for most of the night. She was insatiable and demanding, her cunt needing to be filled over and over until exhaustion and sleep finally overtook us both.
The following morning, despite the excesses of the night, found me with a raging erection as Kay's lithe body was all over me. Her 36D breasts were almost suffocating me, pressing them against my face as she straddled my waist before she slid down and impaled herself on my throbbing cock. "Ooooh, I do so love a hard cock." She giggled, "Especially yours, baby."
"I think I must have died last night and gone to heaven." I whispered. "I've never fucked an angel."
"Well this one's going to fuck your brains out." Kay moaned as she pushed her hips down so hard that I penetrated her to the full extent of my 7" cock. She immediately began to slide her lithe body up and down my slippery prick, moaning loudly as she did. I was lifting my hips up to meet her downward thrusts, increasing the pressure to give her the very best orgasm I could; I wanted nothing more than to keep pumping my semen into her tight juicy snatch and give her as many climaxes as she was able to attain.
"I want you to use me." She begged frenetically. "My mouth, my tits, my cunt, my ass, however you want to keep yourself completely sexually satisfied." Her tummy was quivering continuously as she uttered her dirty thoughts, all at odds with her angelic face and beautiful body and, as she did so, her orgasm kept building. It felt exquisite. "I want you to use me in every way a man can use a woman. I want you to make me your woman and use me to take your cum whenever and wherever you like."
"Sounds like a plan," I grunted, "that appears to have everything I could ever wish for. Will you marry me?"
Kay stopped in mid stroke as my proposal sunk into her sex filled consciousness; then she screamed and her lips mashed with mine in a passionate gesture of acceptance. "Yes, yeeeessss," she answered, "I'll marry you tomorrow if that's what it takes to have your cock to myself."
I was introduced to Carolyn and Don Beaumont two days later and given their approval to wed their only daughter. They were both 46 years old; he was a stockbroker with a city finance house and she was his former secretary. Don was a former heavy weight boxer for his college, although the muscle had since turned to middle age spread. Carolyn was Kay, but twenty years older; which gave me a sense of what to expect as we too grew older.
My Mum and Dad were anxious to meet my new girlfriend; as Mum said, "I'd like to meet this girl who can turn my son's head!" So the next weekend Kay and I went to my parents' house for dinner. We all got on like a house on fire; Kay had Mum and Dad eating out of her hand before we'd finished dessert, and she and Mum bonded even closer as they dealt with the washing-up and making coffee.
So we were married and enjoyed a happy and sexually fulfilled marriage for three years, until that fateful afternoon when my life imploded.
I let myself in through the front door and dropped my briefcase on the floor; it had been a long two days on secondment to a small branch that had been experiencing problems with their reporting schedules, but I had finished sorting the problems in two days rather than the expected three. So I was early, standing, hanging my coat on the rack in the hall when I heard a gasp behind me. I spun round and saw my mother-in-law almost at the bottom of the stairs. "God, Andy, what are you doing home?" She had her hand up to her mouth in shock at seeing me. I couldn't understand what I was seeing.
I too was in shock; Carolyn, my mother-in-law, was stark naked, wearing nothing other than a pair of black high-heeled sandals, and seemingly unable to move; just like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I stared at her heavy breasts with her dark hard nipples, her shaved mound revealing the aroused lips of her pussy and the smears of cum over her belly and dribbling down the inside of her thighs.
"Carolyn, what the hell is going on? Where's Kay?" I paused for breath, and as I did I heard a loud shriek from upstairs. Fearing the worst I brushed past my mother-in-law, who tried desperately to pull me back, and rushed upstairs to the master bedroom. I pushed the door open wide and stopped dead in my tracks.
I had found my wife.
