My name is Steve, and I live a great life. I'm a 46-year-old man, married 23 years to my wonderful wife, Jackie, or Jacqueline as only her Mom calls her. I met Jackie when she was just 17 and I was 21. We got married almost 2 years later, and went on to have 2 girls, Cindy and Emma, who are now 20 and 19. They are both married, and our oldest has a baby on the way. Since we first met, Jackie has had a very high sex drive (as have I), and we have always enjoyed a fantastic sex life. Well, at least we did until her Dad passed away last fall.
You see, Jackie has always been a "Daddy's girl", and that was obvious from the time I met her. Their bond was so close, that when they danced "their" father and daughter dance at our wedding reception, you would have thought that they were the married couple, not she and I. They embraced more than danced during their song, and held that embrace for moments after the song ended, much to the cheering of the entire crowd.
Also, since we got married, Jackie had a habit of going to visit her dad on Wednesday afternoons, when her Mom, Maria, would go out to do her weekly shopping and errands. That occurred, without fail, every week until last October, when her father, Jack, died of a massive coronary in his backyard. The doctors said that even if he had been on an operating table when it happened, he wouldn't have been saved.
This put Jackie into a deep depression. She mourned his loss so badly, it was hard for her to focus on anything. Our sex life suffered. We would normally have sex 5 or 6 times a week, and that fell off to almost once a week or less. Jackie knew I needed more, but she wasn't able to have sex as often as we were used to. She was there with me in bed, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else.
Also a victim of Jack's untimely death was his wife Maria. His death devastated her, and for a mother-in-law who always treated me like gold, she became very distant from both of us. We would see her on occasion but Jackie and Maria just weren't engaged with each other any longer. Since Jack's death, Maria continued to live in their marital home of 35 years, just across town from us. That was, until Covid 19 came along.
In March, as the world was collapsing around this pandemic, Jackie and I discussed what we should do with her Mom. If she remained isolated in her own home, it would be even more difficult for her to grieve. It wasn't a difficult decision to ask Maria to move in with us until life could get back to normal.
Jackie's Mom is your typical grandmother, a sweet 65 year old who loves too cook for others. She is only 5' (same height as Jackie is) and probably 50 or so pounds overweight, including a curvy rump and DD breasts, whereas Jackie's boobs are more like an 'A' cup. Although her breasts could never be the size of her Mom, Jackie would likely have shared those curvy hips and thighs, but she and I run together every evening after dinner, except Tuesdays. On Tuesdays, Jackie teaches a photography course at the local community college.
So Maria moved in with us on March 15th. We put her up in Cindy's (our oldest) vacant bedroom , which Jackie and I had planned to turn into a workout room. The large double bed was still in place, as were a couple of dressers for Jackie's Mom to keep her personal items in, and on. Maria soon fit in very well, and seemed to enjoy our company. Since Jackie works from home, they began to relate more. With the two of them back together, Jackie seemed a little more like herself. I'm guessing that their talks together involved sharing memories of Jack, and their family life over the years.
I work at a plastics plant, a 9to5 office job. When I would come home every day from work, I was greeted by the two of them, her Mom requesting a peck on the cheek, and Jackie of course, lips only. They seemed to be getting along better than before her Mom moved in.
The first Tuesday evening after Maria settled in, Jackie left for her photography course. A few minutes later, her Mom appeared from the bathroom in her knee length nightgown (which was a routine for her after dinner), and told me that she was going to her room for a nap. A few minutes later, I was heading down the hall to the bathroom and passed by her bedroom door, which was opened a crack. I could hear sounds from within, and stopped for a moment near the door. It definitely sounded like she was moaning and I wondered if she was okay, so I looked through the space between the door and the jamb, and found Maria on her bed, her nightgown hiked up to her hips. Her feet were pulled up tightly against her wide thighs, with her knees splayed open and her eyes closed tightly. She was going to town on herself, with a long, silver vibrator, and had her other hand rubbing over her very large left breast, through her nightgown. Her entire hairy crotch was in full view, as Jackie's Mom toyed with herself in the privacy of her bed.
I could see the dark areolas through the thin fabric, the fully erect nipples trying to push through the flimsy material. Her massive boobs spilled to each side of her chest. Maria's tiny fingers and thumb twisted the nubbin beneath, while her right hand pushed all six inches of the silver dildo into the thick black and grey curls that camouflaged the lips of her vulva. I stood still taking in the sensuality, as her flabby, pale hips began to gyrate around the intrusions of her vibrating toy. I witnessed the build up of her excitement, when her hand then changed course and drew the sliver shaft up and over her hooded clitoris, and then back down, and deep inside her. She continued the in-and-out, then up-and-down motions as the toy hummed against her most private places. The stimulation now changed from gentle gyrations to more of a full on humping motion. Maria's moans turned to groans as she pushed her hips into the full force of her self-induced pleasure. I began pulling at my crotch; her undulations clearly had an effect on me. I quietly unzipped and matched my strokes to that of her plastic vibrator.
Her head arched back toward the headboard, her fat bottom was now fully raised from the bed. I could see her dark puckered anus begin to twitch, signaling the onset of an orgasm. Maria's head moved side to side in a rhythm matching the rhythm of her silvery friend. Suddenly, her head stopped, facing the ceiling, her teeth firmly clenched into her bottom lip. Maria's head lurched forward as her humping increased to a frenzied pace. Every part of her body locked tightly in that position, as she tried to maintain the ecstasy that was washing over her. Instantly, she collapsed back to the bed, her head relaxed and her legs falling flat to the bed. As I started to move away from the door, Maria's eyes made contact with mine. She made an "Oh" sound, and immediately tried to push her nightgown down over her fully exposed body. I stepped back, and pushed my hardness back into my pants, then zipped up quickly.
I moved quietly from the door and returned to the living room. A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom sink running, and soon after, Maria strolled back to the living room, her nightgown was now back in place. I tried to avoid eye contact, as I was embarrassed that I stayed there and watched her in her most intimate moment. Maria sat across the room in the recliner that she usually sits in. It became very quiet, but for the announcer and contestants on the game show.
After a long, awkward silence, Maria spoke. "Stevie, I'm so sorry..." was all she could get out before I interrupted her.
"No, Maria, I shouldn't have stood and watched you, but you looked so very sensual as you played like that," was all I could offer.
She then proceeded to tell me how much she missed the contact of her late husband. How they made love almost every night of the week. I realized how much Jackie and I are much like her parents, each having high libidos and physically loving each other often. Maria went on about what a good lover her Jack was, and hinted at the talent of both his penis as well as his mouth. She mentioned that the lack of intimacy of a loving man was the hardest part to bear after having been together for so long. I told her that I understood, because her daughter and I used to share the same nightly sex life as well, and how it has changed since Jackie's mourning the loss of her father. Soon after, Maria got up, came over to my chair and leaned down to kiss my forehead. She said "Goodnight Stevie," and sauntered off to bed.
Jackie came home near 11:00, and I was still up, as I usually waited for her to get home from school safely. Shortly after, I got into bed while Jackie was finishing her nightly bathroom regimen. She then climbed in beside me and we hugged a little, as we usually did at bedtime if we weren't going to fool around. I asked her how class went and she shrugged it off as just another night of teaching. She asked me how my night with her Mom went. I stammered a bit, saying it was pretty uneventful. I turned over, unnerved at the events of the evening. Would her Mom tell her about me spying on her? Did Jackie notice something in my demeanor when she came home tonight? Or even how I responded to her asking about her Mom? I know how women can be so acute at sensing things, so it wasn't easy to fall asleep with all that was on my mind.