"Oh yeah gonna cum!" I grunted and my cock erupted. The fantasy I had running through my head made my cock toss off a full load, while my wife Janie lay beneath me, a bored, 'get it over with' look on her face. Ever since we'd gotten married, it was the same routine. Two months in, and she gives it up once a week, the same old song and dance.
She looked at me and said, "You done?" in an icy tone. I rolled off and she marched into the bathroom, and I could hear the sound of her douching out the load I had just pumped into her.
What a marriage, I thought she'd be hot and eager, and all I get is her urging me on to get it over with, while she moves just enough of her nightwear out of the way to allow my cock in. After that, hey-ho, off to the bathroom to get rid of my spunk.
To get myself warmed up, my 50-year-old Mother-in-law, Lisa Perkins, was my fantasy fuck. When she had dropped in on me, and given me a wild fucking and sucking session, just before I married Janie, she was not one to fade from my thoughts. Those big, luscious 38 boobs, her silver dollar-sized nipples that had riveted my attention when she bared them to me.
The tradition she had, of the Mom giving the husband-to-be a good fucking before they got the parent's blessing, really hit the kinky side. Just like her Mom had done for her, and I wondered how far back the tradition went.
What an afternoon that was, munching her carpet and her ass, riding her luscious, full curved body, giving her asshole a good reaming and having her suck my cock, then doing it all over again the same afternoon, had really given my mind a vault full of fantasy remembrances. And I was using them every time, to make up for my wife's lack of being a horny, willing bed partner.
I thought of what she had said, that our afternoon was a one-time-only thing. I wondered if I could get around that, by pouring out my tale of woe. That might help, of course, it could backfire, me looking like a lecherous old goat, by trying to entice her back between the sheets to make up for Janie's lack of excitement. Granted that was exactly what I was hoping for, but not to be all creepy and pervy about it. That would be a tricky balancing act.
When Janie came back to bed, her sleepwear was covering every bit of her. She climbed into bed and turned on her side without even so much as a 'by your leave,' I did the same. yeah, just like every night, and the idea of pulling the plug on this farce was uppermost in my mind.
Two weeks later, Janie was going out of town, she wanted a weekend away with her 3 best girlfriends, and I was happy to see her off at 1 PM on Friday. Okay, time to try and make something happen with Lisa. Maybe invite her out for dinner.
Before I could even open my smartphone, an incoming call grabbed my attention. Lisa's cellphone number was on the display, I did my best to steady my nerves, and made the connection.
"Hello Leo, Janie told me that she would be away for the weekend, how would you like to have dinner with me?"
"I'd love to, thank you."
"I'd like to go out for dinner, my husband Frank is attending his high school reunion, it's a whole weekend thing, out in Oregon, and since we did not go to the same school, or even live in the same state at that time, he said I did not have to get roped into a reunion where I would know nobody. Thank god, I hate those reunions. I've never even gone to any of mine."
My mind was racing, oh fuck, both our respective spouses were out of town.
