I woke the next morning just before 5am, the time my alarm would have woke me. I turned it off. Viv was fast asleep next to me, her leg still over mine.
The events of the previous night came back to me and my cock, always willing to get hard in the morning, started to respond. Yvonne had deep throated me while her mother watched, then she guided my cock into her mother's pussy. Then her mother guided my cock into her daughter's ass. To top it all they both ate each other while the other was being fucked. My cock was now aching.
I started to stroke my cock, being careful not to wake Viv. I wasn't careful enough.
"Hey that's my job!"
I looked across to see her smiling face and those bright green eyes, "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
"Doesn't matter," she said, moving the duvet to expose my cock, "Carry on with what you're doing. What are you thinking about?"
"Last night."
"Ooh you naughty boy, having sex with your wife and her mother!"
"Yes!"
"Fucking her mother while her mother licked your wife's pussy!"
"Oh yes!"
"Her mother guiding that big, fat, veiny cock into her little girl's tight bottom!"
"You dirty bad mother!"
"Then letting her daughter lick her pussy as you fucked her bum!"
"Oh fuck yes!"
Viv was now kneeling next to me, giving me a close up view of her fingering her pussy. She was stimulating her clit with circular motions, her crinkled labia poking out and flapping as she did so. She then swung her leg over me and pushed her pussy onto my mouth. I carried on wanking.
"Ahhhhhh!" my orgasm overtook me, the first spurts hitting Viv's bum cheeks, my chest and belly streaked with the rest.
Viv was rubbing her pussy on me in jerky spasms as she came, her juices all over my face.
She then lay over me, my cum squidged between us, we kissed passionately.
"Good morning lover," said Viv, "let's get cleaned up."
We showered and while I dressed for work Viv went to make coffee in her blue towelling dressing gown.
We chatted drinking the coffee, "What are your plans today?" I asked.
"I'm going into town to get some more new clothes and calling in to the solicitors to sign some forms regarding the divorce."
"Can I have a fashion parade tonight?"
"Of course!" she replied.
"I'd better be going else I'll be late."
Viv took her mug to the sink, I took mine and was standing behind her.
"Bye then."
She tilted her head back to kiss me, her gown open enough for me to clearly see her breasts. I resisted the temptation to cup them in my hands or I would have been late.
I kissed her and headed off to work. The time passed slowly but at last I clocked out and headed home. There was no sign of Viv when I got home so I just busied myself until she returned.
I moved Viv's things into the main bedroom and laid Yvonne's out on the bed in the spare room. I washed the clothes in the laundry basket so Yvonne's would be dry by Saturday when she was coming to collect them. I sorted out our music collection.
I then gave some thought to, "The Practicalities". There would't be much equity in the house as we hadn't owned it much more than a year. I would have to have the mortgage in my name only and give Yvonne her share of what equity there was. But should we just sell the house?
Personally I could've stayed there, I wouldn't have given a shit what neighbours thought. However, I wouldn't have wanted to put Viv through that. Probably better to sell and move to the other side of town and make a fresh start. I looked at my watch, 4pm, where is she?
A few minutes later I heard the front door open, I went to meet her. She was laden down with shopping bags. I helped take them off her. It looked like she had spent a small fortune. We kissed, one of her soft, tender kisses.
"Help me take these upstairs would you?"
I started to pick up bags, most were light but one quite heavy, I looked inside. It was a decent Sony radio cassette player and a pair of headphones.
"That needs to go upstairs too please." she said.
"Weird." I thought, "It would be better downstairs, but it's hers so..."
"Instead of one of us cooking, would you like to go out for a meal on me?" she asked.
"Are you sure? It looks like you've spent a lot already."
"Yes, money isn't a problem. Phillip and I had a lot of money in our account. All these years I spent next to nothing on myself, as you could tell.
Phillip spent a fair bit on himself with his hobby. I opened a new account in my name only and transferred nearly everything from our joint account, leaving him just enough for the bills that are coming up.
The solicitor said it was OK to do that. If he was due any of that back it would be taken into account in the final settlement.
So go on, get booted and suited while I book us a table."
I took the bags upstairs, had a shower and got changed.
I came downstairs and Viv got up and smiled at me, "So handsome, kiss me." she said.
We kissed, again, it was the soft, tender kiss, but it still caused my cock to stir.
Viv went upstairs to change. She was up there about an hour and a half, then I heard her coming downstairs. The vision coming down had me spellbound. She was wearing a chic, classic, black cocktail dress. It emphasised her cleavage and curves perfectly. She looked like a movie star.
"Will I do?"
"God, yes!" I said, my voice husky.
She looked at me coyly, "You look like you want to fuck me."
She was so provocative, I loved it, my cock was half hard.
"Am I making you hard?"
"Yes."
"Get it out, show me."
I unzipped myself and my mother in law held it firmly, she stroked me to full hardness.
"Now, zip up, if you can, and let's go. There will be more of that later..." then looking over her shoulder as she walked away, "...or at the restaurant, if you're lucky."
We arrived at the restaurant, it was quite early so it wasn't full but there were a few tables occupied. She caught the attention of every man there. Their female partners looked to see what they were looking at.
Some looked pissed off at Viv for distracting their dining partner, some I could tell were trying to decide whether I was son or lover. (I don't think any thought both!)
When we sat down I kissed her in way that settled that question. Throughout the meal she was fun and bubbly. We had a corner table, each with our backs to a wall. The round table had a long tablecloth, just as well it did.
At one point she put her hand to my mouth as if to wipe away some food on my chin. Instead she slipped a finger into my mouth. The taste was unmistakable, That finger had just been in her honeypot!
"Are you wearing any knickers?" I whispered.
She feigned indignance, "What sort of question is that to ask a lady?" she said, in a normal voice, not a whisper.
I felt myself blushing. An elderly lady seated at the table to my left glanced at us when Viv said that.
"Are you?"
"Of course not."
"I love the taste."
"It's quite moist."
"I prefer it when it's moist, I love the aroma as well as the taste."
The elderly woman on the table to my left was listening to us, from the look on her face she was starting to work out there could be some double-entendre going on. Her husband was munching his food, blissfully unaware.
I decided to raise the stakes, "I'd really like to taste it, run my tongue all over it." I said, using my eyes to indicate the woman to my left.
Viv glanced at her then joined in the game, "Yes, I know you would darling, it's very moist now, you could stick your tongue in it."
"Is this spiciness making your lips tingle?"
"Oh yes, you of all people know how sensitive my lips are."
The elderly woman was now looking flustered, a rosy glow on her upper chest. She kept glancing at us. I caught her eyes one time, she had a momentary look of lust, the message I got was to keep it going.
"Would you like a taste of my sausage?" I wasn't eating sausage, but that didn't matter.
"How firm is it?"
"Very."
"Let me see for myself."
The woman fanned herself.
"You alright love?" asked her husband.
"Yes I'm just finding it very hot in here."
This time she'd caught Viv's eye, giving Viv an almost imperceptible nod.
The meaning wasn't lost on Viv who grasped my cock through my trousers, in full view of the woman. No other diner could see. The woman started coughing!
"Steady on." said the husband.
"That was a bit hot, I think I should blow it."
Was she joining in?
Viv slowly lowered my zip.