Dont Worry 1

My now ex-wife and I met of all places on Facebook. She was a hot woman, probably the hottest woman I ever laid eyes on but she was also for the lack of a better word, Krazy with a K. But this is not her story.

Her whole family was a mess, but I was dumb and I guess horny. A couple months in to our marriage and I had realized we were done for. If I was smarter I would have gotten out at that time.

Her father was bipolar and had been bedridden after an accident for a few years by the time we got married and needed a full time caretaker, being raised by him had done a real good number on all of his kids. His eldest daughter was involved in some financial frauds and drugs during the course of her professional life before she got married and became a housewife, and the son in law was a heavy drinker. They would fight and separate anywhere from 3 days to 3 months at a time at least once or twice a year. His only son was the youngest, a narcissist and a liar among other things, and the middle child was Krazy with the K my beloved wife.

The only sane person in the family was my mother in law. She came from a relatively well-off background and had connections from her long academic career as well. She would dress to the nines to host kitty parties and when there was trouble she would track down the cop or politician she needed to get her family out of said trouble.

She was the man of the house in all senses of the word and had managed to keep the family afloat. She was the epitome of mature grace and she knew it, wherever she went she was the life of the party, be it karaoke night or a current events discussion she had to ace it and rub everyone's faces in it for good measure.

After I have had a while to get settled from the wedding and all the trauma that came with it in the first couple of months I noticed the signs of my wife possibly being bipolar like her father. It took me a while to understand her condition and take her to a therapist and a psychiatrist and pretty soon she was huffing 7,8 pills a day for anxiety, depression, sleep disorders and what not and with that all the crazy sex went down the drain as well.

We rarely engaged sexually and I always insisted on using protection, "it wouldn't be fair to the children", "we aren't settled yet." and "you can't get off your medication yet" and thank fucking god she understood this at least. I was sexually frustrated and relied a lot on masturbating and getting car blowjobs from random gay guys that I would hookup with on Grindr. I am queer as a button and she was at least bisexual given her sexual history.

Her mother tried not to involve herself with us, letting us solve our issues ourselves but when it became too much for me to handle her daughter alone, we came to an understanding. I would drop my wife off at her place when I left for work and at night I would pick her up from her place.

I had started taking lunch and dinner in office, but then she started calling me up to have dinner at their place when I came to pick her up. I was in my hustle phase and took on as much work as I possibly could and my wife was either stoned or medicated or busy doom scrolling or shopping and pretty soon I started taking work home and started working weekends as well.

And then the dinners turned into overnight stays as I would get off work really late and then they turned into 2,3 sleepovers during the week and then 1 sometimes 2 nights on the weekends. I had gotten pretty comfortable at my mother in law's house. I wouldn't bother anyone and had my laptop pulled out and headphones in all the time and nobody bothered me.

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After one such dinner we sat in their living room on their over-sized couches casually chatting away and watching TV. My mother in law had lied down on one end of the couch and my wife had snuggled in with her as best as she could, she was in a good mood and a show of affection towards her mother was her usual way to display it. I was on the opposite end of the same couch and was turned away from them chatting with the brother in law on the other couch. I felt my wife's feet beside me slightly pressed in my thigh.

I acted as I was putting my phone in my pocket and got my hand under the large blanket that all of us were under and gently started teasing her with a couple of fingers, stroking the sides, a little scratching with the nails, tickling around the ankles and what not. After a while when I noticed there wasn't much response except a slight shiver I checked on her to see if she had fallen asleep, No, she hadn't, and as I tickled the pair of feet she didn't show any hint that she had felt it, but my mother in law's eyes almost popped, my blood froze as I realized who's foot I was playing with, she had a very serious and stern look, like she was watching something very captivating on the TV or had zoned out.

She, thank god, did not embarrass me at the time. A couple of hours later only my mother in law and I remained in the living room as was our late night ritual on most nights I stayed here. She was watching TV and scrolling on her mobile and I had pulled out my laptop catching up on work emails. My wife had taken her meds and was out for the night already and her brother had gone out with her wife, finding us alone I cleared my throat and decided it was time to apologize.

"I didn't know, I am sorry, I thought it was her." I was really sincere in my apology and delivered it without looking at her or towards her even, just looking down.

She chuckled, like saying it was no big deal.

"I too am sorry you know." I looked at her questioningly.

"For my daughter. You guys are young. My son and daughter in law are out enjoying the night, you guys should have that too." Her apology also sounded sincere, she had gotten up and now sat straight in her corner of the couch.

"It's alright. My work keeps me busy, and she will get better, eventually, if she keeps up with her medication." I didn't sound sure as I delivered this with pauses and she immediately looked like she didn't trust a word I said.

"If she wasn't my own daughter I would have advised you to divorce her and get on with your life. I haven't seen a decent man like you in ages. And she's so stupid, smoking away her youth and wasting your life." Her eyes were practically glistening at this point and I could feel it was difficult for her to admit this.

"Honestly, you don't need to worry about it." I lied. I had thought about it and had reached the conclusion that if she got off her medication in the next 2-3 years or if she failed to show effort for a prolonged period of time I would get out of this marriage and I was adamant on using protection to not bring any children in this mess to make leaving anymore complicated than it needed to.

"You know, her father was the same. I crushed his medicine in his tea for 15 years because he refused to take it. I kind of know how miserable such a partner can make one feel. Its not fair in any sense. Its a hard, long and lonely life you have chosen. I see so much of myself in you."

I knew the story, she had her cousin who was a psychiatrist visit them every month or two at a party she would host to engage and observe her husband and then prescribe new medication or adjust existing ones for him because her husband had refused to go to a doctor after a couple of visits. Its brave of her to open up like this, I thought. Usually when there was a drama or a fight of some sort the whole family would brush it aside as soon as it was over like nothing happened, nobody ever discussed what happened and why or how to deal with it and move forward.

After a while she got up and made tea for both of us and we spent the next hour casually chatting and poking light fun at the expense of my wife and her husband while she kept browsing her phone and TV and I kept an eye on my laptop for work.

By the time her son and his wife had came back and headed to their room after saying good night she had already laid down again and her feet were right next to my thigh under the blanket. I checked, this wasn't an invitation, she was chatting away with her sister as she usually did at this time of the night and had just gotten comfortable and probably not realized her feet were next to me again. We had been in this position before more than a few times now given the many nights I had spent in this house and we were usually the last two in the living room on most nights.

So I decided to take the opportunity to make a joke and embarrass her anyway, light fun I thought. I first moved out of the blanket to put away the tea cups in the kitchen sink and clean out both our ashtrays and then came back inside the blanket and made sure to move my arms to press on her legs first from the top of the blanket while adjusting myself back inside the blanket and then moved my arm to casually rest inside the blanket so that my forearm settled on her ankle.

I let my arm rest there for a while and then slowly moved my arm back in position and then I stroked starting from the top of her foot to her ankle and to her lower leg as teasingly as possible. As my hand moved up she let out an accidental moan and then pulled her leg up like she had just received an electric shock. She looked really angry and surprised for a slight second and I let out a chuckle. Like LOL, Gotcha!

Lucky for me she understood that it was a very well timed joke and it was in the taste of the evening so far and she chuckled a little in response. But she was also embarrassed at her moan I guessed and had no way to hide it, so she just laid her head back looking at the roof and then brought her phone up to look at as she straightened her leg and went stiff as a post to control her body, like it won't happen again. I took that as a challenge.

After a couple of seconds I touched her ankle again but she wasn't surprised this time and controlled herself and remained composed. I was looking at my screen and lazily hitting the keypad with my left hand to appear working and with the right hand under the blanket I was running circles with the tips of my fingers around her ankle, then sliding down on the top side of her foot and then going up and down her lower leg, sometimes teasing down with my nails.

She tried her best to ignore all this and kept busy on her mobile almost with a smug smile on her face. I went up her leg and then moved my hand to the other one, this one had remained untouched till now and as my nails came down on it slightly scratching her skin she let out another almost muffled moan, and clenched her teeth in an effort to control herself. She shook a little as she rolled over to one side.

She still kept looking at her phone, and behind the phone was the TV, but she slid down a little after rolling to the side and this gave me much better access to her legs, I stretched my arm a little so I could get to her thighs. This play had gone on for a good five minutes at least and she had shook and and slightly kicked her legs a few times when something I did surprised her, both of us hadn't said a word to each other or directly looked at each other since the first moan.

She decided to put her phone down and closed her eyes like she was going to sleep. She used her arm as a pillow and stretched it below her head and lodged it to the corner of the couch and used it to push herself down the length of the couch, sliding some more towards me and adjusted her lower leg behind my back and the other one was pulled forward with knee pulled upwards almost to her waist.

I hadn't moved my hand during all this and now it was solidly placed on the inner thigh of her lower leg. My hand now had straight unrestricted access to her baby factory. I took out a cigarette and lit it giving her a chance to back away. When she didn't move I decided to shift some weight towards her and slid slightly closed to her and pressed down on her thigh and rubbed the palm of my hand left right on her thigh, slightly groping, like sizing up a piece of meat and then I started slowly rubbing and groping moving up and down her inner thigh.

Her eyes were closed but she had brought her other hand very close to her mouth to control her volume, she was biting her lower lip and would hiss with each stroke that went too far up or with every grope that applied too much pressure. I started moving my hand up more and more and positioned the thumb sideways so it made contact with her pussy when it reached the top.

Her whole thigh was warm and damp but her pussy was far too wet, her trouser was soaked and whatever underpants she had on were drenched in her fluids. I rubbed down a little with my thumb and pressed my fingers up her pussy crack a couple of times and then slid my hand back down on her thigh, she had buried her face in the couch probably because her hand wasn't enough to muffle her moans anymore.

I don't think I was doing something special or awesome, she just hadn't had the touch of a man in at least 6 to 8 years at that time by my estimate. The next time my hand went up, I decided to keep it there and adjusted it towards the front to randomly target the area her clit should be with my thumb and started sliding my fingers up and down her soaking slit while keeping the thumb pressed down up there slowly moving in small circles.

She almost punched the couch with one hand as I heard another muffled moan cum scream and then she curled some more to the side, either to give me a little room or maybe to get herself in a better position and then punched the couch a couple more times as her legs convulsed again and again.

She was riding the wave of her orgasm and pushed and pulled her legs, I kept my hand as tightly pushed into her snatch as possible and kept doing what I was doing till she eventually completely rolled over on her stomach and clenched her buttocks and stiffened up again, her legs pressed together like two logs, she kept shivering like slight jolts going over her body for a few seconds. When they slowed down and her breathing started coming back to normal I took that as a sign for a job well down and retracted my hand sliding down on her thighs and then legs and adjusted back towards my corner of the couch, pulled my hand out of the blanket and started pretend typing away on the keyboard.

She didn't move one bit in the next 5 minutes except pulling herself back in the corner and turning into a fetal curl like she was sleeping. I lit another cigarette and got out of the living room, left my laptop there which usually indicated I would be back in a while. As soon as I was in the washroom I took out my fully erect cock and picked up one of my wife's skin moisturizing creams and started lubricating and picturing her warm and wet pussy, her fit thighs shaking in my hands and came within a couple of minutes.

When I came back she was gone. After a while she came out of her room and went to the kitchen, it looked like she had taken a bath and was dressed for the bed. She came out of the kitchen and sat next to me on the couch. I hadn't looked up at her so she just held my hand and brought it up to her lips and kissed it, then held it in both her hands and squeezed. "Thank You." I looked up at her face and brought my other hand on top of her hand, squeezing her back "you're welcome." and slowly took my hands away.

She didn't look embarrassed just slightly hung up, like she she had made a mistake, or maybe like she wasn't done yet. I looked back at her and smiled and said the first the thing that came to my mind, "Do you need anything?"

"No, I just.. No, Just, Thank you." and she got up and left again.

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I needed a blowjob, on the double. I decided to head to office, this was my usual trick. Before leaving for office or before heading back home I would find someone on Grindr to blow me in the car. I would park in a mall basement or a hospital parking of all places especially at nights, get my sack emptied, dropped them off where they needed to and then would head to my destination.

I saw one of my somewhat regular suckers online and set up a location to meet. Then I went into my wife's room and saw her out like a light. I dropped her a text saying I need to head to work and I will be back by morning and packed the laptop bag, put on the jacket and boots and decided to head out.

When I passed across the door of my Mother in law's room I thought I could hear the tv in her room. Hmm, so she was still up I though and decided to tell her that I was heading out as she would hear me unlock and lock the doors anyway.

I gave the door a gentle knock and opened it slightly without waiting for her answer and poked my head in to inform her I was leaving.

She was under the blanket but I could make out that her legs were wide open and that she was rubbing herself or probably toying herself given how the blanket moved with her hands. She locked eyes with me and tried to become as still as she could. I immediately drew back and closed the door.

I paced in front of her closed door for a few minutes, thinking if I should apologize or head out and deal with it later. My bulging cock was suddenly too confined for its quarters and practically hurting me as it had gone fully erect at the sight of her my mother in law pleasuring herself. As I adjusted it downwards so it could get some breathing room I contemplated the idea of heading back inside her room.

I had spent plenty of nights awake in the living room to know that no one would get up or come out and if I go into her room now and give her a hand and possibly get a hand myself I could leave just a little later and no one would find out. I heard a moan at this point to confirm that she had decided to deal with my intrusion incident later and had gotten busy with herself again thinking I wouldn't bother her again.

I decided to act on the impulse and stand up my Grinder date and entered her room. As soon as I entered the room I turned around and turned to lock the door and put my laptop bag down, she became fully alert and pulled up her trouser under the blanket and by the time I had taken off my jacket she had gotten out of bed and headed towards me.

She grabbed my arm and tried to push me towards the door and hurriedly whispered. "Please leave."

I ignored her pushing and pulling and sat on the chair taking off my shoes and then grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back and pushed my into her as I stood up. I am not a tall guy, we are almost the same height, she probably has an inch over me if we count her rolled hair bun on the top of her head. She only stumbled a little but kept her body pushed back into me as she moaned while I placed my other arm on her stomach and pushed her back into me.

"Please. Someone might wake up."

"Who will?" She didn't answer and slightly rolled her hips around, almost instinctively than purposefully.

"I am heading to office. It'll just take a few minutes to make you cum. I'll leave in a few minutes." I said as I slowly dry humped her ass.

When she didn't respond I decided to take her to bed like that, her arm still twisted and held behind her back I pushed her on the bed face first and climbed on her back and sat just below her buttocks. My rock hard cock was ready and I barely controlled the impulse to pull it out. I started caressing her buttocks with one hand and slapped them gently, one by one and grabbed on them and then slid my hand down her crotch a couple of times.

She had adjusted her legs to give me room and stopped pulling on her twisted arm now so I let that go and moved further back and pulled her trousers off. She lifted herself and helped me wiggle them off her legs and presented me with her moist and smooth slightly plump and full underside. I saw her clench the sheets in anticipation for what was about to come.