It had been a week since my previous encounter with Jenny. We'd enjoyed some fabulous fucking at her place, but the following morning she'd insisted I leave early, while it was still dark. And since kissing her goodbye that morning, I'd heard nothing from the woman. But I kind of expected that. She was facing the triple moral dilemma of being married, being my ex mother-in-law and being years older than me.
Since re-kindling our friendship, events had happened pretty quickly and I was left trying to figure out why I was fixating on a woman old enough to be my granny. We had met in a club when she was out with friends and although fast approaching sixty, Jenny was looking good that night, very good. Gone was the neat and natty conservatively dressed woman, and in her place was this glitzy and glamorous, hot female, whose company that night proved most stimulating. When the evening came to a close and it was time to say goodnight, Jenny hadn't wanted to go home alone. Instead, she declared an interest in seeing my apartment.
Well, one thing led to another and we found ourselves indulging in hot mutual sex, which was a revelation. Jenny exhibited a sexual side I never dreamed she possessed; but one I was delighted to explore and enjoy. But, after that first night Jenny went cold on me and I couldn't understand why. However, following an unexpected visit to her house, which culminated in yet more frantic fucking and Jenny demonstrating her sluttish desire for sex, I was really keen to spend more time exploring her ripe body and have my cock pounding her pussy.
But, I found myself in the same situation, that of awaiting her phone call. Jenny had distanced herself from me once again. I knew she would be wrestling with the fact she had cheated on her husband, and of all people her daughters ex-husband, and I appreciated it would be a lot for Jenny to get her head around. So I sympathised with her emotional turmoil. Jenny was in a class of her own, well respected, not the type of woman who craved adultery. But that was no comfort for not being able to fuck her.
Jenny insisted our first fuck would be a one off, blaming too much drink; just a spur of the moment thing, the kind of excuse women hide behind when they do something they shouldn't. But our second fuck confirmed that Jenny was very much on board with her infidelity. I know it sounds cocky, but I knew I had to bide my time and wait for either Jenny to make a move or, I had to contrive a scenario where our paths would cross again. I chose the latter because I was in the process of preparing a quote to do some building work for her husband.
Meanwhile, I got on with my life and out with the boys one night, I hooked up with a girl and took her home. We enjoyed fucking but, whilst in the throes of sex it dawned on me that it wasn't the same kind of experience I had enjoyed with Jenny. This girl was slim, attractive and the sex was good, but the actual act didn't have that erotic element to it. That sense of taboo. The girl, Jane, had lovely firm breasts and was surprisingly adventurous in bed, so why, I asked myself, was I still desirous of a woman possibly twice this girls age? Maybe that was it, the age thing. Fucking Jenny was certainly very different, she was no size ten model. No, Jenny was curvy with great tits and a nice shapely arse. Admittedly, she possessed a few imperfections, but these were what I found myself craving.
The following day Jane stayed over and we enjoyed more time in bed. Again I found myself comparing sex with Jane to fucking with Jenny. I concluded that my experience with the mature and married Jenny was far more exciting, far more multi-dimensional and I could not get her out of my thoughts. I wanted to fuck with her more than ever. I wanted to control her, push her out of her comfort zone. I admit I have a tendency to be sexually dominant and controlling and the thought of having my ex-mother-in-law disciplined and under my supreme command was really appealing. I just wanted to have fun with Jenny.
Co-incidentally at that time, I'd emailed Jenny's husband, Tony, with a quote for some building work and was awaiting his reply. The quote was inclusive of some landscaping, not really my company's speciality but we had a gap in the workload and seeing as the building aspect related to the landscaping, I took the work on. The main job was erecting a large wooden summer house and fitting out the interior with a bar and seating.
Eventually, I received a response from Tony concerning the project saying he was happy with the price, but wanted to discuss a couple of amendments. No time or place was mentioned for this proposed meeting, but I hoped I might be invited around to the house to talk over the alterations, thus giving me a chance to see Jenny once more, and lust after her shapely form.
I was astonished at just how much I thought about Jenny. The woman was in my head constantly, prompting all sorts of sexual scenarios. Now, I admit to being cocky and well equipped and there was no shortage of alternative offers of sex, but it was Jenny who remained uppermost in my mind. And the fact she was married, and my ex-mother-in-law in law who just happened to possess a beautiful pair of ripe firm tits, started to make me feel a little frustrated. Then I got a text message from Tony asking to meet up at his golf club one evening where we could discuss the plans over a couple of drinks.
I had been to this particular golf club a couple of times before, but found it too pricey for my taste. However, it was really classy and had other sporting facilities for those who could afford to use them them, and you never knew who you might bump into on a business level.
Tony greeted me on the terrace bar and we shook hands. Now, being the arse-hole that I am, and in the light that I had recently fucked his gorgeous wife, I had no qualms about befriending him and talking business. My pursuit of Jenny was a tantalising enterprise and the thought of having her once more inflamed my senses to the point of recklessness. In fact given the opportunity, I would have screwed her in front of Tony on this very terrace. But business came first.
The drinks arrived and Tony opened his briefcase extracting my quote and drawings. He was about to start going through the plans when his wife caught his eye walking across the terrace with some of her friends. It looked as if the girls were off for a game of doubles.
"Enjoy your game dear. Join us for a drink later." Tony said waving his hand.
He returned his attention to the plans before him. But my gaze was fixed firmly on Jenny wearing sporty tennis gear. She looked over at me with an enigmatic smile on her face and I had to admit that seeing her under these circumstances in a sporting scenario was a bit of a game-changer for me.
To date my desire for Jenny had been fuelled by her conservatism. The way she dressed, her classy, somewhat snobbish demeanour, and her legs, those long meaty legs always encased in nylon stockings and high heels. Then there were her superb tits always presented ever so nicely in a tight-fitting blouse or sweater, she really was a sexy MILF. But here was Jenny in a short pleated tennis skirt, polo shirt and white trainers, her shoulder length blonde hair tied back with an Alice band, and wearing very little make up. My eyes rolled out on stalks and I licked my lips with lust.
Tony's voice brought me back to reality.
"I would like, if we can, to move the wall back a few feet to give us a larger patio in front of the new summer house" I acknowledged Tonys comment, but my focus was still on his wife's arse and the flared tennis skirt swinging provocatively around her hips. Fuck, she looked hot! No sheer stockings and heels seducing me in this time. No 'Victoria's Secret' bra and panties. This was Jenny almost in the raw, but she still looked really sexy and the way that skirt hung teasingly over her curvy ass and hips was most provocative. OK, she was not dressed for sex. But given the opportunity, I would have been on her in a flash! I tried to engage with Tony, but my eyes and thoughts were constantly on Jenny.
I confirmed that the changes Tony wanted would be OK and picked up my drink, staring unashamedly at his wife as she started knocking up on court. At one point Jenny bent over to pick up a ball, her short skirt riding up displaying a peachy ass encased in a pair of tight white panties. It was only the briefest of glimpses, but I could feel my cock stirring in my boxer shorts. Tony glanced my way and saw me watching the women on the tennis court. It was some view and I intended to milk it for as long as I could.
"Between me and you Paul I am little concerned about Jenny." Tony's voice caught my attention. "She has been somewhat strange of late and her moods are very up and down. To be honest I think she might be seeing someone behind my back" He said sombrely. I took a few seconds to absorb his words before answering him.
"Surely not. Not Jenny." I said after deliberation.
"Well, things have not been too good for a while now. I am not around much due to work, which I think has created this rift, and we seem to have drifted apart. She says she feels neglected, and as for any bedroom antics, well that's very much past tense. I'm fairly sure she would still enjoy some sort of physical relationship, but since my back operation a few years ago, I am of little use to her." Tony said
It was a strange conversation to be having with my ex-father-in-law to say the least. But on the other hand it confirmed the reason why Jenny had ended up in my bed. I didn't know what to say to Tony. I had fucked his wife twice and was planning to make it a regular thing given the opportunity. I tried to choose my words carefully, but ended up sounding totally crass. I said it might just be a phase Jenny was going through and surely she was too superior to be having a common affair. Even as I spoke the words my mind shot back to the first time with Jenny and how she enjoyed me taking her roughly. How I'd shot my load over her tits.
"No, Tony, I don't believe she would cheat on you. Jenny is a class act." I said trying to reassure him and assuage my guilt at the same time.
"Class act! I get the impression people see her as a stuck-up snob." Tony said and laughed. If he only knew.
The conversation returned to the proposed building work. Tony confirmed he was happy with the price and would forward half the payment as a deposit. He asked when we could start, but I was struggling to stay focused, my attention was on Jenny moving around on the tennis court. I was treated to flashes of white panties as she bent forward to face a serve, and those big boobs of hers were bouncing seductively, even though she must have been wearing a sports bra.
We were on our second beer when Jenny's game came to an end. Her friends headed for the changing rooms but Jenny walked over to Tony and me. As she got closer, she pulled the Alice band from her hair, the blonde locks falling instantly around her shoulders; the moment looked like a clip from a shampoo commercial.
"Here we are dear, I got you a drink." Tony said. "Now, if you'll excuse me for a few minutes, I just need to go and have a quick chat with Derek. He's organising a business golf day, and wants me to share a few of my contacts. Paul will look after you in the meantime." He kissed his wife on the cheek and walked away. Jenny wrapped her fingers around the glass and lifted it to her lips. As she sipped the cool drink I noticed her long, red lacquered nails had been recently fettled. Jenny spoke.
"Well, this is awkward, Paul. You being here with Tony" She had reverted to the role of an over-bearing mother-in-law. I smiled.
