Moving into my In-laws house the week before Thanksgiving wasn't exactly high on my list of to-do's, but three days earlier our house had been hit by a storm. The damage was enough for us to choose to completely remodel. With the remaining pieces of undamaged personal items, we settled in for an unknown amount of time. Their house was roomy enough, with five bedrooms, but my wife's brother and his girlfriend already lived in the suite downstairs, any sized house gets a little cramped every now and then.
My wife, Becky, and I had married at 20. We had started dating early in our junior year of high school and I proposed at a family dinner the fall after we graduated. We both continued with school and over the course of the next five years graduated with our respective majors. Admittedly, I took a little longer than Becky, but I also double majored gaining both a bachelor's in technology and engineering. Becky majored in art. Deeply in love we started our life together. Becky and I didn't plan on having kids, but a year later our son Danny was born.
Being a dad changed my perspective on life, as it does for most I guess. Quickly I decided that it would be good to be around and able to play with my grand-kids someday. I became obsessed with bodybuilding, shedding a tremendous amount of weight and really packing on the muscle. At 6'3" I was a solid 260 lb with a 34-inch waist. I'm not going to say I have abs of steel and 30-inch arms, but I had done pretty well turning my body into a shapely piece of art.
Becky, by no fault of her own, had found the weight I had lost. It honestly didn't bother me. She had her grandmothers build, short, 5'1" and squat. Over time our sex life started to pay the price of the extremely different perspectives, but I loved her and her family so we made due. Becky's mother had a completely different look. At 5'3" and 130lbs, Gloria had kept her taught gymnast body. A body that I had drooled over as a teen and come to admire in my late 20's as I now understood just what it took to keep up.
Over time we settled into a routine and things seemed to become a little easier. Most nights I would fall asleep on the couch watching TV with Ed my father-in-law flipping channels. Becky would always give me crap about it, but our bed didn't have the most comfortable mattress and I hated having my alarm go off at 4:00 waking everybody up.
Every morning I would get up and head off to the gym and return 2 Β½ hours later to shower and leave for work. After work I drove over to our house to work. We chose to save some money and complete the build on our own. I had a company come in and rip everything out, but putting it back together was my job. Around 10:00 every night I would head to the In-law's, shower, and drop on the couch.
For some odd reason we all used the small hallway bathroom that had a stall shower. Looking back on it now, I'm not sure why we didn't use either of the other two bathrooms. Anyway, the bathroom was halfway between our bedroom and the in-law's bedroom. At first we all avoided each other pretty well, but as the time progressed we started to get comfortable. I had never been a modest person so there started to be points were it was easy for in-laws to see me completely bare. She would cover her eyes and look away, but every once in a while I would catch her hanging on just a little longer.
One evening Gloria changed her routine asking if she could hop in before me. I was exhausted, but not one to make waves I consented and headed to our bedroom for a pair of gym shorts, standard sleeping attire, and to get my grimy clothes off before getting a shower myself.
Patiently waiting down the hallway listening to the water, my mind started to wonder. What a sight it must be, the water running down her neck over her pert breast, down the toned stomach, and thick legs. The water shutting off snapped me back to reality. Looking down, my little solder was standing straighter than ever.
I heard the door open and footsteps retreating back to Gloria and Ed's room. Giving it a few seconds I made my way down the hallway.
Five steps were all it took for me to make the doorway. Nude, I took a chance. A quick right turn, open the door, and...BOOM! Bare dick against bare ass!
"Oh, shit", Gloria exclaimed.
Completely taken by surprise, I didn't know what to do or where to go. I just stood there frozen.
Slowly, Gloria turned looking down. My eyes followed hers to my rock hard dick, poking her in the back just above her gorgeous hind-end.
In my head, I have 10 thousand thoughts at once.
"Excuse me." I say, rather calmly considering the torment of thoughts running through my mind. This brought her eyes up to meet mine.
Gloria let out a soft, "oh, yeah. Excuse, me."
She moved to the side giving me enough room to squeeze by. I took the que and stepped into the shower. A few seconds later I heard the bathroom door shut and looked over the curtain to an empty room.
Whew. "What the Fuck"' I cursed to myself, and started getting washed.
I had just put shampoo in when the door opened and shut again. Thinking it was Becky, I said "Sorry Beck, I must have mistaken your dad going to bed for your mom heading out of the bathroom..." Suddenly there was a hand grabbing at my package.
Becky was prone to be a little brazen from time to time, but it had been a long time since she had been so forward. "Well aren't we a little spunky tonight." I praised in response and started washing out the shampoo. Looking up to my amazement, Gloria had a firm grasp on my shaft and was doing a fine job of jacking me off. She gave me a quick smile and was gone as quickly as she had come in Leaving me to finish the job.
I dried and slowly walked back to our room racking my brain on how to proceed. For years I had thought about how Gloria would look, always trying to sneak a glance at the swimming pool or a night when she would head up for bed in her nightgown. This was just more than I knew what to do with. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought something would actually happen. Slipping on the pair of shorts I had laid out, I headed downstairs and fell exhausted to the couch. My head spinning with the evenings events.
Someone was covering me up... Laying on my back, I reached over with my hand a found a sleek calf. Not thinking twice, still half asleep, I ran my hand up and cupped a tight sexy butt cheek. I gave it a little squeeze and then drifted back off to dreamland.
The next morning, I woke to my alarm in wonder of the events from the previous night. Had that really happened? Had she really came back in to stroke my cock? Was that her ass that I groped during the night? Too much to answer. I sped to the gym and bore into a grueling workout.