It happened so quickly. I was making a left turn onto Mehcas Street, an almost blind turn, and as I eased out a car came barreling right into me. I only remember noise. Minutes later as I sat in my car I wondered if what I was feeling was what it was like to be dead.
As my head cleared I realized that I was alive. All of a sudden everything came rushing in the sound and the light. My head was spinning. A loud sound was splitting my head and I realized it was the sound of my horn which would not stop. Then came the sound of someone yelling.
I looked around and realized that I needed to get out of my car. I was able to climb out of my window and when I was safely standing outside my car I could not believe what I was looking at. My car was totaled. I couldn't believe that I was alive much less able to climb out of the car.
I did a quick assessment and discovered that somehow I didn't even have a scratch on me. My car looked like it had been in a compacter but I was untouched. Amazing. Just then the sound of the person yelling invaded my head again. I spun to see an older scraggly looking man standing just outside this beater of a car yelling and screaming obscenities at my while waving his fist.
I was still disoriented and just wished that he would shut the hell up and miracle of miracles he did. Just then a cop car arrived. The officer made his way over to us and surveyed the scene asking where the person in the car was. I explained that I was and he looked at me funny. He said I was one lucky guy because people don't just walk away from accidents like that.
Just then the other guy started ranting again. He was yelling about me being an asshole and not looking where I was going and how it was all my fault. This angered me. I had been looking but the guy had to be doing at least 50 on this street for me not to be able to see him even at that blind corner. As continued with his lie my anger grew and I kept thinking that he had better tell the truth or so help me I would kick his ass --after all he nearly killed me. And then he calmed down and told the officer that the truth was he was going way too fast and couldn't stop.
That was strange.
The officer took the report and offered me a ride home.
When I got home I wanted to take a warm shower and grab a beer from the fridge and just relax. What I had forgotten was that my wife was home because her mom had just come to stay for the week.
As I opened the door there was my wife and her mother -- the ball buster. Great, I had to tell my wife with her here.
Before I even finished I could see it in her eyes -- I braced myself. It came -- the tirade she seemed to revel in. I just stared at her thinking I nearly died this morning and all she could do was try to belittle me. I looked at my wife who sat there saying nothing thinking how insane it was for her to allow it. All I wanted at that moment was for my wife to act like she cared one bit about me and tell her mother to shut up.
On and on she went for a few more minutes when my wife suddenly told her to quit. I was shocked because she had never done that before.
I went into the bedroom to take a shower. When I came out my wife was in the bedroom and she asked if I was ok. I looked at her astonished and went to say thank you and then she cut me off telling me that I shouldn't think that she didn't agree with her mother it was just that she could wait 'til I was doing better to let me have it. Great.
I went into the kitchen leaving my wife in the bedroom. I found a beer and turning to open it I saw my mother-in-law staring at me. I asked her what she wanted and she began in a whisper I guess not to alert my wife to tell me again how pathetic she thought I was.
I was really getting sick of it. My frustration and anger grew as she spoke. I could hear myself scream in my head what the fuck is your problem. Then something strange happened I wasn't moving but I felt myself getting closer to her. And then, I could see me from her point of view -- I was in her head.
Suddenly images flashed of me and my wife having sex. The images were familiar but they were from a different perspective than I had known them. I watched one of my better performances as if I were in the room with myself. I remembered how I had wanted to fuck my wife senseless that night and paid particular attention to my technique.
From this angle it looked almost like a professional porn movie. I am a pretty gifted guy in that department and I had my wife on the floor with her legs up on my shoulders pounding away. While I was hammering away as fast as I could I was also pulling almost all the way out on each stroke and then pushing all the way back in.
From this angle I could see how my wife was so wet that her juices were coating her ass and pooling beneath us. I had not known that. Then I noticed that I could feel a strong sensation of lust but it wasn't my own and then I could hear thoughts. The thoughts were about my dick and how big it was, about how it looked so good and how horny it was making -- my mother-in-law. What the fuck?
