Mil Stays Whilst Wife Is Away

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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"Mum will be here around three. Will you be okay until then?" Janice asked.

Janice is my wife and she has to go away to Brighton for a conference, she will be away all week and I have taken a week off work to stay at home and look after Shane, our baby.

"I shall be fine, and I really do not need your Mum here, honestly, I will be fine with Shane, I am looking forward to it."

Shane is fifteen months old, is walking, not talking and is still in nappies, and can really move fast, you absolutely need to keep an eye on him. We have stair gates top and bottom of the stairs, and everything has been lifted off the floors except the furniture.

"You know she likes to help Mike, and she is looking forward to spending some time with her grandson as well as her son in law."

"Okay, but it isn't necessary."

"You haven't spent more than one day alone with Shane, you have no idea, just remember you are on your own all night as well as all day, and if he has a sleepless night, so will you. Mum will help."

"Okay, okay." I gave up. I knew I would be okay and that I was capable of looking after our son, and I was capable of looking after me, I had no worries, but Janice obviously did have concerns. So, she had arranged for her Mum to come and help out and was not going to take no as my response.

Her bag was packed, and Shane and I watched her pack the car and head off. It was an all-day drive to the South Coast, and Janice preferred to drive than to struggle with public transport, especially the transit across London. She said she could always stop at a services somewhere and grab a rest if she got weary. It meant I would be without a car, but now that her Mum was going to be here, if anything was needed then she could go and get it, that would be the only help I could think of.

Shane sat on the lounge floor throwing his soft play bricks around and then started grumbling, time for a nap. I picked him and went up to the nursery. His nappy was a disgusting mess and required several baby wipes to clean him. Fresh nappy and I laid him in his cot. He cried, as he always does, for a few minutes and then rolled over and went to sleep. I believed I would get an hours peace, so I went into my bedroom, slipped my trousers and top off and lay on my bed in my boxers. I snoozed, never fully asleep, in case Shane woke up crying, but not fully awake. I was aware of the door opening and a 'yoohoo' from Amelia, Janice's mum, as she walked in. Shane was asleep, I ignored her.

She pottered around downstairs and I then heard her on the stairs. With my eyes half closed I was aware that she popped her head though my bedroom door and stood there for a moment and then went into the nursery. I guessed she sat down on the rocking chair and waited for Shane to disturb. With Amelia here I actually dropped into a sleep rather than a snooze, my dreams full of Janice and her body and how much I wished I was cuddled up to it.

I awoke some hours later fully refreshed. No sounds of crying baby, so I quickly dressed, checked the nursery, it was empty and went downstairs. Amelia and Shane were in the conservatory, Shane playing with his wooden train on the floor, Amelia sat on one of the cane chairs.

"I left you to sleep," Amelia said.

"Yes, thank you, I didn't realise how tired I was. How has he been? I was aware of you arriving so I knew he would be okay."

"He has been a treasure, Mike. Just a wet nappy when he woke up, we quickly dealt with that, and he has been playing down here in the sun."

"I changed his dirty nappy, and it was a stinker, just before I put him down for a nap. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"I would love one please Mike,"

I went into the kitchen and filled and boiled the kettle and got the teapot out, filling it with hot tap water to warm it. The kettle boiled and I drained the teapot and added three spoons of Tea leaves and topped up with hot water giving it a stir. I knew Amelia preferred a cup and saucer, but with Shane around that wasn't really practical. I got two melamine mugs and used them, they didn't break if Shane threw then about.

I used the strainer and poured two teas and added milk, and carried them back to the conservatory.

"Sorry, we only use plastic when Shane is around," I said as I passed her her tea and then I sat opposite her on another cane chair and as I sat I immediately got a glimpse of her pale blue knickers and my dick lurched. God, really?

"I am looking forward to this Mike," she said sipping at her tea, "it is a real treat to be able to spend some time with you both, and Shane is growing up so much so quickly."

"Yes, his development is amazing to watch. He climbs up the stairs by himself, he didn't do that a week ago, obviously with one of us behind him, but he won't come down yet." Another glimpse of her knickers. "How is Geoff going to cope with you being here?"

"Oh he will be fine. He doesn't have a toddler to worry about, there is a freezer full of food, he will be fine, he can cook, as you know, so, yes, I am not worried about him at all."

"Good, well, you don't have to worry about us either but having another set of eyes and hands will be a great help, thank you."

"You are most welcome," she said, her legs parting more, more knicker visibility. "Anything you want, you only have to ask."

"Thank you," I replied.

"Anything," she smiled.

Was she coming on to me, God, what if she was? Was it a test? I had no idea, I was out of my depth. Her knickers were stretched tight across her crotch, her shape clearly visible. I tore my eyes away. I could last a week, surely I could last a week.

"You looked so peaceful lying on the bed in your underwear," she said, "it would have been a shame to disturb you for anything."

"Oh, okay, thank you, but honestly, I wouldn't have minded, I was just taking the opportunity for a break."

"Well, as I say, it didn't seem the right time to disturb you."

I wondered what the right time would have been, and my brain went into stupid overdrive and suddenly I was very uncomfortable, sitting there looking at my Mother in Law's knicker covered crotch as my dick got harder and harder with no room in my trousers to grow. Ouch.

Shane threw a toy across the conservatory which gave me an excuse to stand and try and relieve the pressure. I was sure Amelia had her eyes on my groin. Why would she though? She had her own husband available to her whenever she wanted, she didn't need someone else's.

Janice had left a pie in the fridge for us to heat up for tea, and her suggestion was a jacket potato to go with, but I preferred chips, and I knew we had some in the freezer, so my plan was to put some of them in the oven with the pie. I didn't have to worry about tea for another hour or so.

"Shane, no throwing," I said in a stern voice and wagged my finger from side to side. Shane looked crestfallen. I doubted he understood, but hoped that he could tell from the tone of my voice that what he had done was wrong.

Shane went back to playing with his wooden train, just picking it up and moving it, I doubted he really knew what it was, and he still had no idea about the track. My dick pressure had eased, and I sat back down and was rewarded with another knicker view. God, really?

Amelia chatted on, saying how Janice had progress in her early years, summarising it as walking at one, talking at two and dry by three, and how it looked as if Shane would follow the same. I wasn't that concerned at his development; Janice and I could see his progress almost daily. He was making sounds, just not coherent ones. He knew what he meant, we just tried to guess.

Shane started being a little grumpy and looking miserable.

"I'll take him up and change his nappy," Amelia said, "it'll probably be soaking, and that will feel uncomfortable I am sure."

"Okay." To be honest, I would probably feel uncomfortable if my boxers were wet.

Amelia scooped him up and headed upstairs. I went into the kitchen and took the pie from the fridge and put it on a baking tray to relax and come to room temperature. The chips cooked better from frozen, so I left them in the freezer. I made another pot of tea and after it had brewed, I poured two more mugs of tea and took them out to the conservatory.

I grabbed my phone and looked on the nursery monitor, Amelia was doing up Shane's poppers on his baby grow and then she hoisted him onto her hip and left to come down.

"Here he is, a little poop and a lot of wet," she said as she gave him to me for a cuddle.

"Fresh tea," I said as I bounced Shane up and down on my knee and played 'round and round the garden' and tickled him, he gurgled and laughed and tried to push my tickling hands away, Amelia smiled as she watched us. Shane settled against me and settled down, not so much sleepy as just powering down, and I got yet more up dress views of Amelia's crotch, the panties seemingly stretched even tighter. My dick lurched once more.

My phone rang, it was Janice.

"I'm here," she said, "I just stopped the once, the journey wasn't too bad, the M25 was actually moving."

"How is the hotel?"

"Oh, full of its own self importance, thinking it is a designer boutique, when all it is is a four star."

"Any one you know there?"

"A couple of the other girls are due to be here, the conference is next door, so the car is parked up and I don't plan on touching it till Friday morning when I come home. I filled it up at Tesco on the outskirts of town, so, just one top up somewhere on the way home and I'll be golden. How is Shane?"

"He is fine, your Mum just changed him and he just having a cuddle with me, letting my mug of tea go cold. You know, the usual."

Janice laughed. "Right say hi to Mum and I'll try and give you a ring later, otherwise in the morning, okay?"

"Yes baby." I blew her a kiss and the call disconnected.

"Janice says Hi," I said to Amelia's knickers.

"Ha, I bet she does, off galivanting at the seaside."

"It is a work conference, a few of the girls from the office have gone down for 'Diversity in The Work Place' conference, apparently that is the all-important latest thing."

"Well, Brighton is perfect for that."

I laughed, I knew what she meant. I did wonder, in my inappropriate way, what the birth rate was in Brighton, was it less than the national average? Not that it mattered to me, we lived in Bingley in West Yorkshire and I think that they had a gay couple here once, but they didn't last long. Very white, middle class, true Yorkshire town, unlike cosmopolitan and bohemian Brighton.

Shane was restless again so I gently put him on the floor and he ran around a bit and then settled down to play with his toys. I tried not to look at Amelia's knickers. I think it was a losing battle. My eyes seemed to follow their own rules, and they were aided and abetted by my traitorous brain.

I got up and went to the kitchen and turned the oven on to heat up and got the box of frozen chips from the freezer and put them on a baking tray and sprayed them with a little oil. The pie went in the bottom of the oven, it only needed a gentler heating, it was already cooked, and the chips went in high up. I set the timer to twentyfive minutes, and then filled and put the kettle on for gravy, it would have to be an instant, we had run out of stock pouches.

I went and sat back in the conservatory with Amelia and Shane and watched as he played on the floor and chattered away using his strange language that only he understood. My eyes betrayed me again and I mentally chided myself, I should really know better.

"I'll go and finish tea," I said, "give it five minutes and you can bring him in."

"Okay Mike," she said, her voice sounding a little dreamy, I really began to think I was losing it and imagining things that were not actually happening. Dreamy? For fucks sake get a grip.

I turned the small hob on to high and added a pan, and poured in the boiled water. I opened the oven and gave the chips a turn, just to finish off. The water in the pan was now boiling. I added a spoon full of Bovril, a spoon full of marmite and then three heaped spoons of gravy granules, grabbed my whisk, and whisked until everything had combined, the gravy was nice and thick. I took a spoon from the draw and sampled the gravy. It was okay, not as good as from stock, but certainly acceptable.

Pie and chips from the oven, two plates in the oven to warm, some chips onto a cold plate to cool, and also a small portion of the pie. I tipped some of the gravy into a cold mug to cool. I pulled out the highchair and got Shane's bib cover from the hook on the door, and just then Amelia came in with Shane walking besides her.

"Hello little man," I said, "teatime now," and picked him up and put him in his high chair.

"If you can put his bib on, I'll check his food isn't too hot, and then I can serve up ours," I said to Amelia.

"Of course," she replied and wrangled the toddler into his bib, it was more like a plastic artists smock, but it covered his clothes and stopped him getting his clothes soiled.

Shane's pie and chips had cooled, the gravy a still warm so I added some cold water to it, and then put the lot in his bowl, crushing the pie into smaller pieces and pouring the gravy over the top.

"If you start, I'll dish up, then I will take over and you can eat your dinner, and then you can take over and I'll eat mine," I said to Amelia.

"Look Shane," I said, "Look what Grandma has got for you," and I passed her the bowl and a toddler spoon and left her to it.

I portioned the pie and chips and poured the gravy into a boat and put them on the table along with knives and forks.

"Enjoy," I said as I took the spoon off Amelia and took over feeding.

Eventually we all finished our tea, and Amelia took the bib off Shane and put it to one side to clean.

"I'll take him up and bath him," she said, "and then he will probably want to go down, so if so, I'll put him to bed."

"Okay, I'll grab a shower whilst you are bathing him," I said. They would be in the main bathroom; I would be in my ensuite.

I put the remains of the pie in the fridge, we could have it cold with some bread and butter for our lunch later in the week, tidied the kitchen and went up to my room. At the top of the stairs I could hear giggles and splashes from the bathroom and stuck my head through the door, Amelia was kneeling on the floor, her dress hiked up around her waist and was splashing Shane in the bath.

"Looks like fun," I said and left them to it.

In the bedroom, I took my clothes off and padded into my ensuite and turned on my shower. The water felt great, a nice needle jet and I took the shower head in my hand and aimed it all over me, gasping at the pleasures when I aimed at my dick, which responded appropriately. I considered wanking and even took my dick in my hand and began to move my hand, but decided against it, not with Amelia upstairs, I can be quite vocal when I cum.

I soaped everywhere, scrubbed everywhere and then rinsed, standing in the shower with the water turned to off, dripping dry before I got out. I stood on my towelling mat and padded myself dry, hung my towel over the towel rail and went back into my room to put some clothes on, probably PJ's and a robe.

"He's asleep," Amelia said walking into the room.

I was naked and my dick was still half hard.

"Er, okay," I said, not too sure what else I could say.

"Is that for me?" she asked, "only you've been looking at my knickers all day."

"Er," I said.

She put her hands behind her back and then her dress fell to the floor leaving her in a white bra and her small blue knickers.

"I thought that you would like these," she said pointing at her knickers, "that's why I put them on. But I guess you would like what's inside even more."

Her hands went behind her back again, and she bent forward and her bra fell away from her boobs. She pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor with her dress. Her hands then went to her waist and pulled her knickers down and I was faced with my first view of her fanny.

A small neat bush above her crease, but no hairs from the start of her crease downwards. Her inner lips, unlike Janice's, peeped out from her plump and juicy looking outer lips.

She stepped forward and wrapped her hand around my dick which immediately perked up and became rock hard.

"I am not sure this is what Janice meant when she asked you to look after me whilst she was away." I said, my voice almost croaking as she moved her hand, my foreskin rolling up and down my dick.

"I don't plan on telling her, do you?" She said as she sank to her knees and engulfed my dick with her mouth.

Oh Jesus, if I had been able to resist before, I certainly couldn't now. Her mouth was hot and wet, it felt almost like a fanny on my dick. A fingernail ran along my perineum and then pressed at my sphincter, but not hard enough to enter, but enough to make me gulp in anticipation.

Another hand held my balls, squeezing them almost to the point of pain, rolling my testes around like marbles in a sack. I groaned again and my knees sagged. She began moving her mouth along my dick, orally shagging me, my dick crossing her tongue, passing her tonsils and then through her throat, its tightness squeezing my helmet like a vice. I groaned again, she pulled back and I heard her gasp and gulp in air.

Again she moved along my shaft and then again she took me in her throat, squeezing me, a finger pulsing on my sphincter, my head tilted back, my mouth open in pleasure, gasps coming from my mouth.

Amelia pulled back slowly, my dick scraping past her tonsils, dragging over her tongue and leaving her mouth with a very soggy sounding plop. She stood up and looked at me before planting her mouth on mine and kissing me, her dick flavoured tongue pressing past my lips, her breasts pressing against my chest, her mons pressing my pubis.

"Shall we take this to your bed?" She asked using that soft dreamy voice again, "only I don't plan to be away from Geoff and do without a dick all week."

Perhaps it wasn't me she wanted, just shagging. Ego be blowed, I am not going to complain, Janice and I are regular shaggers and being apart would be a bit of a strain. Amelia stood back and pulled my quilt back and lay on the bed, her legs apart, her crease glistening and beckoning me. I knelt between her legs and inhaled her aroma, her fanny hot, her heat rising. I ran my tongue along the crease of her valley, pressing between her small lips going deep into her valley.

As my tongue moved her lips curled around it giving me a strange almost tickling sensation. I pushed my hand under my chin and pressed two fingers at her entrance, circling, round and round, slightly pressing deeper with each circle. I ran my tongue to the top of her valley and found her clitoris hiding under its hood. I teased it out gently, her gasps encouraging me as I moved my fingers ever deeper inside her.

Through her opening her fanny walls began to squeeze my fingers, the little scar of her hymen causing her to gasp loudly as my fingernail found it before I pushed on deeper inside my mother-in-law. What does it feel like, I wondered as I sucked and licked her clitoris, to have a fanny that other people use to give you pleasure, for them to essentially be inside your body. I opened my fingers, she gasped and held her breath.

I began to shag her with my fingers, widening them as much as I could, fighting her pelvic floor which was squeezing them together as much as I held them apart. Her clitoris pulsed as I held it between my teeth and gently tugged, my chin pressing her labia apart is I performed on her crotch. She was gasping louder, and her breath was simply gulps of air interspersed with groans and sighs as I tongued and finger shagged her.