John's mother in law hated him. He had always known that she did; he just never knew why. He presumed that she didn't think he was good enough for her precious daughter, but, whatever the reason, he had had enough.
Evelyn was in her mid forties and, since John was ten years older than Alison, her daughter, it meant he was exactly in the middle of the two women when it came to ages. When it came to personalities, however, each of them was very, very different.
Alison had been educated in a Catholic, all-girls, boarding school and knew absolutely nothing about men when she came to work at John's office at the tender age of eighteen. Within two years John, the older, more experienced one of the two, had seduced the sweet virgin and married her. The fact that he was now her boss at work made life even better. Apart from their age gap, there was one major difference between the happily married couple.
John was very dominant, in private and in public also, whereas Alison was a natural submissive and she always obeyed her husband in everything. Maybe that's why Evelyn hated him so much, he often wondered.
The problem was, the happier John and Alison were, the more of a bitch Evelyn was to him whenever they visited his in-laws. It wasn't that he found her unattractive, he just didn't understand her. Although she was always very conservative in her dress, he had always thought her curves betrayed a very seductive body beneath the layers of clothing. Whenever the two of them visited her parents, Evelyn seemed to go out of her way to belittle him and to tease him in equal measure. He often fantasised about what he would like to do to her but never though anything would come of it.
That Saturday morning they had been summoned to Evelyn's, something John wasn't happy about as he had planned a lazy day of making love with his young wife. They had a very happy sex life and, thanks to John's previous experiences, a very adventurous one. Alison may have been a virgin when they met but she certainly wasn't by the time they got married. He had been her first; he had introduced her to oral and anal sex; he had taught her the delights of spanking and mild bondage. He had taught her so much in the bedroom that she now looked to him for guidance in just about everything.
When it came to her mother, however, he knew it was better to let Alison take the lead. So, getting into the car, he gritted his teeth and drove them both to the outskirts of town where her mother and father lived.
When they arrived, the front door flew open and a tearful Evelyn ran out, straight into her daughter's arms.
"He's left me," she wailed, as a distraught Alison tried to comfort her mother.
"You mean Pete has finally seen sense?" John asked himself. He had often wondered why Evelyn's husband stayed around so long because she was just as bitchy to him as she was to everyone else.
"He's been having an affair with his secretary and now he's run off to be with her. What am I going to do?"
"You're going to come home with us, is what you are going to do. Isn't she, John?"
John could think of a million reasons why that was a very bad idea but none that he could say aloud so he simply nodded and smiled at his beautiful wife.
"Thank you so much, darling. I knew you wouldn't let me down the way your father has. My bags are packed. We'll wait for you in the car."
The latter was directed at John and he knew that was all the thanks he was going to get. He decided to bide his time, however since they do say revenge is a dish best served cold.
As the days passed he wondered how much he could take of his mother in law from hell. It had been bad enough when she was rude to him in her home; now he had to put up with it in his own home for Alison's sake and he wasn't prepared to let that continue for much longer.
A few days later came the day that changed everything.
Evelyn appeared in John's office, not to see him, of course, but to cry on her daughter's shoulder once more. Once again she was in tears and, once again, it was her daughter who had to console her.
"He's stolen all my money," she moaned. Evelyn had never worked a day in her life; she had gone straight from her parents' house to her husband's and had always had everything provided for her. The fact that Pete had simply emptied their joint account of his own money didn't seem to make any sense to her and she cried piteously to her daughter.
"Don't cry; we can soon put this right, can't we, John? You can come and work with us. Won't that be fun?"
At first it sounded like the worst hell imaginable to John but then he had an idea. Maybe he could make this work in his favour for a change.
"Of course your mother can come and work with us. She can help you in any way you see fit. It will have to be under the same terms and conditions, however."
At that, Alison's face fell. No one knew about their secret life and now John was talking about exposing her darkest secrets to her mother, of all people.
"What do you mean?" demanded Evelyn. "What terms and conditions?"
