Wife's Mother Complemented Her

I married Lori three years ago. She was a 32 year old pretty lady I could not resist. At 5'8" and 135 pounds everybody ogled her. The long blonde hair, the sea-blue eyes, the full lips, the athletic body, the long shapely legs; I can continue on and on.

I met her 2 years earlier at work. I was a middle aged Gynecologist, and she was a nurse in the same department. She wasn't just eye candy; Lori was a hard working, dedicated, and reliable nurse. Initially, I hesitated approaching her because of the significant age difference between us: I was 16 years her elder.

Before meeting Lori, I was what you'd call a womanizer. Women saw me as a catch because of my appearance: 6'1", 190 pounds of mostly muscles due to my vigorous, several times a week, exercises at the gym, and what the last conquest called 'manly face.' Of course, being a successful doctor was another plus. Back then, I had everything I wanted: Freedom to do whatever I wished, enough money to buy a Ferrari and a nice house on Lake Drive, and a pool of ladies who made themselves available for me when I called.

Lori was different. The combination of breathtaking appearance, pleasant personality, and dedication to her duty assignments conquered me. One day, when we were alone discussing a patient of mine, I complimented her on a great job and invited her to dinner in her favorite restaurant. It caught her by surprise, but soon, her million dollar smile appeared, and she accepted.

Our chat during the dinner went well, and we found common interests: Photography, the love of traveling, and French movies. We started dating but due to our busy schedules, we met almost exclusively on our free weekends, going on trips to state parks nearby.

I first met her mother, Della, 3 weeks after we began dating. Della was very different than her daughter in appearance and demeanor. One would never guess they were related. She was shorter, chubbier with bigger tits, and much darker hair. Her face was cute, but didn't resemble her daughter's at all. I liked her from day 1 because of her friendliness and contagious laugh. Her first reaction after saying 'hello' was smiling broadly and commenting I was the only guy who broke the iron curtain to her daughter's heart. We all giggled.

Lori allowed me to kiss her on the 2nd date, and our initial sexual encounter occurred a week later. I found out she wasn't virgin, which I liked, because I did not have to cause her pain by rupturing her hymen. We both climaxed. After we were done, she said my penis was bigger than she expected. I accepted it as a compliment. In the weeks that followed, I fell in love with her personality, even though the sex with her was restricted to either a missionary style or a cowgirl. She let me eat her but refused to blow me, claiming my pecker was too large. I let it go, hoping one day she'd get over her resistance and realize she could do it and even enjoy the experience like many other girls before her.

We got married 6 months later with half the hospital staff attending. Everybody congratulated me and many guys admitted to being jealous of me. My friend Lenox may have been half drunk when he said, "You lucky old bastard. You stole the prettiest girl in town to be your trophy wife..." I just grinned. Following our marriage, Lori was moved to a different department to prevent the impression of potential conflict of interests.

...

In the first few weeks after the wedding, Lori made a lot of changes in the house. She decided what to buy and where to put it. I didn't care much about the furniture, curtains, rugs, audiovisual equipment, or paintings. I concentrated on my busy schedule.

In the first month, we had only 2 weekends in which neither one was on-call. Both weekends we spent with Della. We took her to a restaurant, to a silly romantic comedy, and to stroll with us in a nearby park.

After the first month, one evening before going to sleep, Lori gazed at me and blurted, "Rob, I have a big request."

"Honey, I love you. The answer is 'yes."

She smiled, "You didn't hear it yet."

"Tell me."

"Mom and I lived together for many years. We are BFFs. Now that I moved with you, she is all alone. She is a part time translator in our hospital, so at times I see her in the department, but we hardly talk lately. I have you, but she has nobody..."

"What are you trying to say?"

"The house is huge. It has 7 bedrooms. I'd like Mom to move in with us. Her room can be far from ours and even on another floor. Like that, she won't be lonely and on free weekends we can take trips with or without her. I wouldn't suggest it if she was a burden. Actually, I got the impression you liked her."

"Honey, I DO like her, but are you sure it's a good idea? Liking somebody after spending limited time together is not the same as actually living under the same roof."

"I know, but if her room is on the other side of the house, it shouldn't be so awful, right? Can we at least try it for 3 months?"

"OK, girl. I agree because I love you."

She kissed me lovingly. I hugged her and she pressed her body onto mine. I whispered, "As a thank you, may I ravage your gorgeous body?"

Lori looked happy, "Your agreement made me horny. I think I am ready."

I finished undressing fast and ogled her fantastic figure slowly being exposed. My 7.5" stiffened simply by watching her stripping. She moved to our bed and lay on her back. I joined her, caressed tenderly her perky B+ cup breasts, and whispered, "Your body is killing me."

She murmured, "Show me..."

I moved between her legs, rubbed my cock on her moist labia a couple of times, and penetrated about 1" into her pussy. My hands tweaked her hardening nipples and her breathing accelerated. Her small palms pulled my ass into her body, and she mumbled, "Rob honey, I am very aroused. Please fuck me NOW!"

Seeing her badly wanting to have sex, and especially after I just agreed for her Mom to move into the house, I decided to try to seize the opportunity and diversify our sexual routine. I pulled my erect prick out and changed to a 69 position. I licked her nectar and nudged her clitoris a couple of times. Lori moaned loudly. I attempted to turn her face toward my rigid cock but she refused and said, "Honey, if you are not in the mood to fuck me, we can quit the charade right now." I turned around, penetrated her cunt and plowed her vagina for 10 minutes. We orgasmed almost simultaneously, yet the act left a bad taste in my mouth; was I doomed never to enjoy oral again?!...

Lori fell asleep almost immediately while I stayed awake thinking what I could do about my sexual frustration. Before closing my eyes, my last thought was to try doggy style next time. It's not oral but we haven't tried it yet, and Lori might agree.

...

On Saturday morning, I went to Della's house and helped her load the car with her stuff. As we were ready to drive back home, she touched my arm lightly and said, "Rob, you are a treasure. I know bringing your mother in law to live at your home is something no husband likes. I promise to break the stereotype and be different. I'll stay away from you and Lori, unless YOU guys choose for me to be with you or whenever help is needed."

I smiled, "Della, you exaggerate. It's true that bringing a third person to a couple's house may raise some issues, but YOU are no stranger. We both like your company." I added, "Personally, I love your laugh. Hearing it usually makes my day. So, your rent will be one good laugh each day. Take it or leave it!"

She giggled, but I saw tears in her eyes, "Honey, you are too cute when you talk tough."

I brought her home, and together with Lori, helped her settle down in a large room with several closets and drawers for all her clothes and memorabilia.

The first month with Della at home was perfect: Whenever Lori and I were home, she never bothered or even came to talk to us, unless we went to her room to talk to her. And when we were away, upon returning we found out that mysteriously the house was cleaner, the laundry was ready to be put back in the closets, and dinner just needed rewarming.

I remember one day Lori and I were in bed, and she said, "Honey, it is so good to have my mother with us, isn't it? Not only she does not interfere with our life, she adds a lot as well." I agreed wholeheartedly with her.

In the meantime, our sex life did not improve by much. On the night of my 52nd birthday, after drinking too much wine, Lori agreed to have sex doggy style. We both came nicely, but the morning after, she reminded me she did it as a one-time favor. I thanked her, but my frustration with the strict limits on our sexual life grew exponentially.

One evening, after dinner, Della was walking toward her room as Lori mentioned she liked my gentle cunnilingus the night before. I stared at her and blurted, "If I could be good to you orally, isn't it time you try it too? Every man I know gets to enjoy it now and then."

With fiery eyes she said, "I don't believe it. Men always brag about things they only fantasize about. The whole idea disgusts me, and in any case, your penis is too big to fit in my mouth."

I was furious and for once, talked without thinking, "Lori, I love you with all my heart, but I had a life before I met you. Getting and giving oral is a common practice, and at the time I did it often. Because of your conservative attitude, I don't enjoy one of the most pleasurable things in life. It's becoming a real torture." She gave me a long look but did not speak.

Unbeknownst to us, Della must have heard our discussion. She continued walking to her room and said nothing that evening. The following morning, my first hospital appointment was scheduled at 10 am. I woke up when the door closed behind Lori. It was around 7. After freshening up, I walked to the kitchen in shorts and a tee shirt to grab a breakfast. I saw Lori, dressed in a long robe, eating a toast and drinking coffee.

She stood up and mumbled, "Rob, sit down. I'll make your favorite sunny-side-up with bacon on the side and prepare your coffee."

I grinned, "Della dear, you could be the ideal wife. I often wondered why you haven't married again."

She smiled, "I don't want to tire you with my life story."

"I want to hear it," I insisted.

Della served me breakfast, sat by me and started, "In my late teens, I was quite wild. Everybody told me I was 'hot,' and I loved going to parties, drinking, and having fun with the wrong crowd. I was invincible. I didn't have sex until I turned 19, but once I lost my virginity, I never looked back. You can imagine that associating with bad boys and drinking heavily was a bad combination. My boyfriend at the time was Stan-The-Man, the way he called himself. He was very handsome, tall, blond with blue eyes I fell for. Together we attended wild parties, which included heavy drinking, gambling, and sexual orgies. Yes, I don't look or behave like that now, but once upon a time I was unruly. Anyway, I got pregnant when I was 21. When I found out about it, I was happy, thinking I'd marry Stan and raise my child with him. However, he refused to get married and pushed me to have an abortion. I declined, and he dumped me. Since I was pregnant, I had to quit drinking. My pregnancy was an ordeal: Stan disappeared, and I never saw him again. My parents were shocked and upset that I elected to be a single mother and hardly contacted me afterward. I had no experience working and the only good thing was that I spoke 3 languages: Greek, German, and English. I passed 2 tests and became a part time translator for a couple of hospital systems in the area. After Lori was born, the money was hardly enough, but it allowed me to spend time with her. When she started going to school, I increased my working hours, and my salary went up. So this is in brief the story of my life."

"So why haven't you looked for another mate?"

"After my disappointment with Stan, for a long time I could not even look at another guy without feeling disgusted. I quit the heavy drinking, but I began eating more than I needed and gained weight. I didn't crave men's company, but over time, the lack of sex became a big issue. I went on a few dating sites and tried my luck a couple of times. It turned out these guys were not interested in ME as a person. It's what we used to call in my youth 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am.' I spent a few months with each of them despite their lack of interest in being real partners, but after a while I got rid of them because they weren't great in bed either. To tell you the truth, I was fairly disappointed with men. I'd expect them to be nice and friendly, or good in bed, or at least like me enough to want to be with ME. I haven't met somebody like that."

I joked, "Della, in the name of all the other men, I apologize for being pigs."

She looked into my eyes and mumbled, "Honey, I think you are different. You work hard, share everything you have with Lori and me, and help at home. You do all that even though Lori's commitment, especially in bed, is less than adequate."

I chuckled embarrassingly, "I didn't know you were aware of it."

"Rob, when I arrived here, I promised not to interfere with YOUR lives. So despite knowing stuff, I do not mention or do anything about it."

Since Della already knew, I complained, "My prior life was also full of sexual adventures. I love your daughter, but living with her unreasonable limitations is very frustrating. I think one day I may stray..."

Della came closer to me, "Please, don't do it."

"It's easy for you to say. What would you have done if you were in my shoes?"

She grinned, and her eyes inspected my face.

"What?!..."

She approached and hugged me tightly. Her massive breasts pressed against my lower chest and my organ began twitching. I glanced at her and repeated, "What are you implying?"

"I don't want you to have sexual intercourse with a stranger. You can catch STD, or worse; you may decide you like your new lady more than Lori and divorce my daughter."

"I hear you, but you still didn't answer my question."

"Since your only trouble with Lori is her inability or rather unwillingness to satisfy your needs in bed, if you wish, I would agree to help..."

I was stunned, "Are you serious?"

She looked sincere, "I am not as young, pretty, or have her amazing body, but I have done the things you miss and even enjoyed them with Stan. If you accept, all 3 of us may benefit. You can ask me for ANYTHING without limitations, Lori will not have to worry you'll leave her, and I'll get to enjoy sex again. I am not going to repeat it, and unless you agree to it, I'll behave as usual. Please, whatever you decide, never mention it to Lori."

My eyes explored her body up and down. She was slightly chubby, but not too fat. And her enormous tits pushed her chest forward, very promising. I gazed at her face and planned to talk when I saw her blush profusely and she whispered, "Yesterday, I registered to a nearby health club. I'll go there as much as needed and lose weight."

I hugged Della, kissed her forehead, and said, "I like you very much. I think you are very attractive. Don't lose weight for me, and do it only if YOU feel you need it. Your offer is very generous, but my brain needs time to digest it. Let me have 24 hours to respond."

She had a sigh of relief, "When you inspected my body, I was worried you'd say 'no.' Take as much time as you wish. I am not in a hurry."

When she talked, I didn't listen to the words she said. I looked at her luscious lips. When she finished, I asked quietly, "Della, may I taste you?"

She lifted her face, closed her eyes, and pouted her lips. I kissed her soft lips. She groaned and opened her eyes, "Rob, you are a gentle kisser. I like it."

I joked, "Not always. In the throes of passion, I can be an animal."

Della smiled, "During sex, the last thing I expect is tenderness. I love being ravaged. I like to feel a man wants me and is about to conquer my body and soul."

This lady, who until now I addressed as mother in law, turned into a seductress. It was her tits and the way she expressed her desires. My pecker hardened in my pants and Della noticed it. She grinned and murmured, "You have to leave soon, otherwise, I would have helped you." To my amazement, she placed her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it...

The rest of my day was pure hell. I was too distracted, seeing Della's lips milking her thumb and imagining my cock being there instead. Fortunately, I only saw patients in the clinic and was not in the operating room, so nobody died.

I returned home at 5:30 pm. Lori and Della sat in the living room, talking. Both smiled at me. I didn't see on Della's face anything I could trace to the subject we discussed earlier. As we ate the delicious meal Della prepared, the girls chatted enthusiastically about everything from Brad Pitt to the predicted weather the next day. Suddenly, Lori turned to me, "Honey, you seem to be quieter than usual. Something happened at work?"

"I had an annoying 75 year old woman who needed a proof the itch in her vagina was not due to cancer, but other than that, I think it's just being tired."

"Go and rest in front of the TV. We'll forgive you, right Mom?"

Della giggled, "Rob is a good man. He is surrounded by women all day long. He deserves a real break from all ladies including us. He can rest watching TV, go outside, or be in the bedroom."

I sat and didn't react.

Shortly after, Lori went to the bathroom. When the door closed behind her, I mumbled to Della, "All day I was thinking about you and your suggestion."

"And what is your wish?"

"It sounds too good to be true..."

"Does it mean you approve?"

"I feel guilty about doing things behind Lori's back, but after hours of back and forth, it seems my body is winning over my brain."

"We can try, and if you don't like it or your guilt trip gets the better of you, we can stop it."

"It sounds good in theory, but we both know once we cross the line, our relationship can never be the same."

"Well, honey, even though you are inclined to go for it, you are still conflicted. I recommend that you talk to me again once you decide one way or another."

I grinned at Della and went to my bedroom. I fell asleep an hour later, dreaming about Della joining me in bed and giving me a blow job. I warned her Lori could enter the bedroom at any minute. Della ignored it and sucked me harder. I erupted in her mouth and immediately afterward woke up. I found my briefs stained with fresh seed. Lori was in bed asleep and did not wake up.

My agony over the decision to bed Della lasted almost a week. It ended on a Tuesday evening. The 3 of us went to watch a movie in the theater. I sat between Lori and Della. My hands hugged both their shoulders. When the movie started, Lori moved away from my hand while Della leaned her head on my arm and placed her palm on my thigh. The movie was a thriller, and several times the tension was high. During these moments, Della's hand squeezed my leg, sending shivers through my spine. I became horny and held Della tightly. Her head moved to lean on my chest, and she stared at me for a long moment before sighing and turning her face toward the large screen. Lori was focused on the film and was oblivious to my game with her mother.

When the movie ended, My tool was achy, being erect for much of the time. I let both ladies walk in front of me and neither of them noticed the bulge in my pants. By the time we arrived home, It was 10:30 pm. My erection decreased, but I was still aroused. In bed, Lori winked at me, "Honey, I am in the mood. Are you too?"

"I am absolutely ready, darling."

"Will you be a dear and lick me down there?"

Until that moment, I always took the initiative deciding HOW we'd have our sex. Her request for an oral raised my hopes for reciprocation, and I agreed wholeheartedly. Patiently I licked, lapped, and sucked her pussy, and brought her to an orgasmic bliss. And then I asked her nicely to also blow me. She smirked, "Sorry, Rob. I didn't know your willing to eat me was on condition I do the same. I am exhausted. See you tomorrow." She turned away from me, and minutes later she was in La La Land. I felt cheated. Asking me for something she was not willing to do herself was not fair. Leaving me horny without caring about it was an additional no-no. I thought to myself, 'Enough is enough. No more guilt trip; I want to have Della.' I tossed and turned for a long time before falling asleep.