*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells*
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So how did I get here:
I'm Waylon Fielding. I'm married to Celine, the younger daughter of the wealthy and widowed Ms. Melissa Harmon. Rounding out the family tableau of in-Laws are Melisa's elder daughter, Kerry Tatum, and Sonny, Kerry's less than enthusiastic husband.
My wife and I work for a living (I'm in IT and the wife is a lawyer in a struggling pro-bono law firm). Kerry hasn't worked a day in her life, but lives in the richest part of town, knows all the right people and goes to all the proper functions. Kerry's family connections have allowed Sonny, a CPA, to do well for both of them. Melissa, my mother-in-law, supports Kerry and favors her in all things. She despises me and makes Celine suffer because she married 'that poor white trash'.
Or such was the case until a few weeks ago when Melissa set a trap for me. She'd asked me to fix her house security system and let me overhear a phone call between her and Sonny about him having to come over and sex her up if he really wanted her to do a favor for Kerry. I decided to take Sonny's place for their Wednesday rendezvous. I told her that when I came back, I was going to have my way with her. She told me she wouldn't let me in the house.
Well, I got in and I had my way with her - repeatedly. It wasn't hard; I liked her body (similar to her daughter's, but gently aged) and she was dressed in 'fuck me' lingerie.
I spanked her into a very tenuous submission, she sucked me, I feasted on her succulent cunt and, bent over the sofa, she had an orgasm. That's where Melissa's trap ended and mine took over ... Sonny apparently wasn't great shakes in the sex department, so Melissa assumed that she'd get her orgasm, I would be satisfied and I would leave.
Oh Hell No! I was there to fuck that bitch even if Melissa was determined I wasn't going to fuck her; she was going to fuck me. She gave it everything she had. I won a temporary victory, but it was a close thing. Then we talked and admitted our various plans. She'd wanted some good sex for the first time in over a decade. I didn't want her money, her favor, or even for her to like me. I just wanted her to cut her daughter, my wife, some slack. I didn't want Celine unhappy.
Melissa accepted my words after some persuasion and decided Celine's happiness was what mattered most. Melissa and I could still safely hate one another and that would be that. I spent the afternoon taking her through sexual pleasure she had never experienced despite her constant resistance. Her parting words were:
"I hate you," she spat. My laughter was ringing in the halls as I left.
(CELINE)
"Well...how did it go?" Celine asked as she pulled her keys from the front door to our cozy little condo. I had been thinking over the answer to that on the way home.
"She invited you to go to church with her on Sunday," I informed my wife. That brought her up short. I walked over to Celine, handing her the glass of wine I had prepared.
I was still on my first beer. I would have been on my tenth had I thought getting drunk would help. Celine knew the game plan. I wasn't regretting the sex I had with Melissa, yet I was heartsick worrying Celine wouldn't be able to wrap her mind around me being in a sexual relationship with another woman - especially her mother - now that it had actually happened.
Celine took the wine and gulped most of it down. She walked passed me, grabbed my hand as a show of moral support, then led me to the sofa. Her praised hand forestalled any further words on my part as she refilled her glass.
"Did you really have sex with her?" Celine looked at me. I nodded.
"Was she - God, I can't believe I'm asking this - any good?" she stammered. "It wasn't a horrible experience for you, was it?"
"Honestly Honey, it may have been the second best sex I've ever had," I confessed. Celine blinked in surprise. "You come by your fantastic sexual prowess genetically it seems."
"Wow," Celine took another sip, "I was hoping you would tell me it was awful and you'd never go back."
"Honey, I'm sorry. I won't go back," I promised.
"Wait," she stroked my cheek. "Don't you dare feel bad about this, Love."
"I was so desperate to regain my Mother's approval that I sacrificed you to her," Celine explained. "I don't doubt for a second you would have remained faithful if I hadn't dragged you back to my hometown and let that woman wreck our lives. I can't be sure if I am more disappointed with what I did to you, or that my Mom would cheat on me with you."
Man, I felt like I was getting off easy. I hugged my wife and kissed her on the ear.
"I love you, Celine. That's all that matters to me," I pledged. The wife took another sip of wine.
"Did - did she - did you give her an orgasm?" Celine was terribly embarrassed by her curiosity. I took pride in my sexual abilities, so I came back with a rather dubious look on my face. "More than one?" Celine pried.
I nodded. "How many more?" she whispered with a real hunger to know now.
"I lost count," I was unable to meet my wife's eyes.
"Holy Crap!" Celine gasped. "You really gave it your all," she giggled. "Tell me everything."
I started with my sabotage of Sonny, elaborated her Mother's apparel when she met me at the door and got as far as the spanking session before Celine stopped me.
"Hold on," she demanded, going so far as to put her right ring-finger to my lips. "Let me get into something 'more comfortable'."
She couldn't afford an extensive collection of lingerie, so we savored every outfit she had. Celine raced to the bedroom. Since I wanted to be surprised, I stayed in the den. I did strip off all my clothes then put my jeans back on in an attempt to look casual - not too downright horn-doggish.
A few minutes later she came out in her white bustier/corset with the white panties, garter and hose combination. It was her bridal gift to me - aaahhh ... great memories.
"Okay," she grinned lusciously as she plopped down on the sofa next to me. Her hefty boobs nearly bounced out of the bra cups as she did so. "Where were we?"
I picked up with me placing Melissa half on floor.
"Wait," Celine interrupted. She slid off the sofa and assumed the described position, her legs spread and her butt pushed up. I was afraid I'd shoot off in my pants right then and there.
"Yeah, like that," I salivated.
The rest of the narration of my erotic Mother-in-Law tale went on like this. I'd go into vivid detail over what Melissa looked, smelled, tasted, felt and sounded like to the best of my ability while Celine reenacted the scene for me with the exception of me getting to touch her. Celine did all the touching for me.
When I regaled about that first blowjob, she began dipping three fingers inside her panties to her pussy, pulling the juice-covered appendages out and then did an admirable job of mimicking the mouth and tongue work her mother had administered on me. Shit, she looked so damn hot.
"Too big?" Celine purred. "You'll have to teach her to do better than that next time."
