MILF to Slut 05: A Visit from the Relatives.
A little more than two years had passed since our encounter with Welch and Raquel. Lolly, Gina, Adrian, and I had settled into a life of domestic bliss.
Gareth and Ciara were living pretty much separately in the flat over the garage, but they did come over for dinner at least a couple of times a week. I knew they were trying for their first child but hadn't had any luck yet.
Lolly was pregnant with twin daughters. The gynaecologist thought they would be born around mid-September, making Lolly about at the six-month mark. She still wasn't showing much evidence of her pregnancy, but she had had a bit of spotting after we had made love a couple of times, and the gynea was concerned she might go into early labour.
As a result, penetrative sex between Lolly and I was off the table.
I wasn't too concerned because my primary concern was ensuring our twin daughters were born healthy and safe.
Lolly still gave me regular head, and she started giving 'wet handjobs' where she covered my cock's head and shaft with lubricating gel and stroked me off.
It was very nice. Not as lovely as being inside her, but still nice.
Plus, Gina was still willing to share her luscious charms with me at every opportunity, so it wasn't like I was missing out in the sex department.
It was early June in Brisbane. I love this time of year. The nights are cold enough that snuggling in bed is almost mandatory, and the days are typically a mild 24 - 27 degrees with clear blue skies and barely a breath of a breeze.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, and I was home from work. Taking my laptop into the kitchen so I could take advantage of the late afternoon sun and watch and chat with Lolly as she prepared dinner, I opened my Facebook page and scrolled through the latest posts.
For some reason, I opened Messenger, even though there were no new messages. Clicking on the 'message requests' button, I found a message from a Lauren Shephard that had been sent earlier that day.
"Isn't your sister called Lauren Shephard?" I asked Lolly.
"Yes, she is. Why?"
There's a message here purporting to be her. Shall I open it? Could this be her?"
I turned the screen towards Lolly.
Lolly won't admit it, but she's quite short-sighted. She wandered over to look at the picture beside the message request.
"Hard to tell," she replied. "The picture is so small. But I didn't think any of my family had Facebook.
Lolly had a Facebook page, but she hardly ever logged into it. She had only gotten one because I wanted to tag her in my posts and show off to all my friends and family how hot my wife was.
I opened the message.
"Hi John," it read. "This is Brigid's sister, Lauren. Yes, it is her. I have some urgent news that Brigid needs to hear. May I have a number to call you on?"
After our last encounter with Lolly's relatives, as you can imagine, reader, I was loathed to get involved with more.
"I don't think so," I typed. "We can chat here until I'm sure this isn't some kind of scam. Then, I'll give you a number if I'm convinced you're real."
Lauren responded immediately, and we exchanged comments for a time, but it soon became apparent this was Lolly's sister. She knew too many details for it not to be.
I gave Lauren my number, and my phone rang.
"Hello, Miss Lauren," I said.
"Hi, John. Thanks for taking my call."
"What can I do for you, Miss Lauren?"
"Is Brigid there?"
I looked over at Lolly with a raised eyebrow. Lolly shook her head.
"Lolly isn't able to talk at the moment," I replied.
"Okay. I have some bad news, but I'd rather bring mum and Aunty Sofia up so we can tell her in person."
"I'll need to know the news before I decide," I informed Lauren.
"Our father passed away unexpectedly on Monday night. Brigid needs to know."
"When can you get here?"
"Friday morning?"
"Okay, we'll see you then."
I hung up and texted our address to Lauren.
Walking over to Lolly, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Bad news, I assume?" Lolly almost stated.
Her father's death wasn't something I could keep from my wife.
"Lauren said your father passed away on Monday night. They're coming to see you and give you the bad news."
Lolly stiffened in my arms and sobbed. I had no idea what to do, so I just held her tightly.
It seemed to be the right thing to do because Lolly gave a shudder and relaxed against me.
She lifted her head for a kiss.
"In my heart, I knew dad, and I would never reconcile, you know, John?" Lolly said. "But whilst he's alive, you hope, right?
I gave her another squeeze and nodded.
"Do you mind getting pizza for dinner tonight? I'm going to go and lie down."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Yes, please."
Holding hands, we walked up to our room.
We lay on the bed, cuddling as Lolly wept and talked herself out.
She told me about growing up in her family and their lives together, about the day she told her parents she was pregnant with Gina and the colossal argument that ensued when she couldn't tell them who the father of her child was.
She told of being thrown out of her home with barely time to pack a bag and without protest from her mother.
It took until nightfall before Lolly cried herself out.
Lolly suddenly grabbed me and kissed me passionately.
"Fuck what the doctor says. I need you to make love to me right now, John," she said fiercely.
Rolling onto my stomach, I kissed my wife with everything I had before sliding down, removing her stretch cotton dress, and carefully tonguing her pregnancy-sensitive nipples.
Lolly grabbed my head and guided me lower until my mouth was on her clitoris with my nose in the 'landing strip' Lolly trimmed her bush to. She wasn't wearing underwear.
Flicking my tongue over her delicious nub soon had Lolly arching her back and thrusting her hips at my circling tongue.
"I want you inside me, honey," Lolly moaned. "Lie on your back so that I can guide and control things. I promise I'll be gentle so as not to hurt the babies."
It didn't need two invitations!
Lolly stood on the bed with her feet on either side of me as I quickly stripped my shirt and pants off.
Once I was naked, she bent her knees and sank into a squat. With her knees on the bed and up on her toes, Lolly held my 7-inch cock in her hand and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.
My wife was as wet and hot as I'd ever felt her. Lolly rode my cock a few times to make sure it was liberally coated with her juices before lifting off and moving her hips slightly forward.
With a slight grunt as my cock slipped through her knot, Lolly's ass came to rest on my abdomen. Holding still to give her ass a chance to become accustomed to once again being filled with cock, Lolly tossed her head and moaned.
"I still love anal sex the best, my love," she groaned. "I cum so much quicker than I do with vaginal.
Lolly leant back, placed her hands on my lower thighs just above my knees, and began to pump her hips up and down.
In this position, I was treated to the gorgeous sight of my thick cock disappearing into my beautiful wife's rear fuck hole and then got to watch as it exquisitely reappeared as Lolly rose up.
This vision was so exciting that I quickly had to double and triple numbers in my head lest I came too soon for Lolly to get there with me.
Lolly was panting and gasping, struggling to maintain a slow tempo so as not to be too rough on her pregnant belly.
Wanting to help, I lifted myself into a semi-crunch position so I could slip a finger into Lolly's quim and thumb her clit.
It was enough as Lolly almost literally exploded.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" she groaned. "I'm cumming!"
Lolly's hip began shuddering, and her whole body shook as if an acute ague had swept over her. Lolly lifted her hips so half my rampantly stiff penis was exposed to my gaze.
With another deep groan, Lolly gushed fluids over my abdomen. Lolly had always been a squirter, but since we began to have sex regularly, she no longer 'just' squirted. She poured liquids in a torrent from her pussy as she came.
No longer able to control my needs, I moaned deeply and began cumming inside Lolly's tight and delectable ass.
It was an incredible cycle. I'd cum, and Lolly would squirt. I'd shoot inside her, and Lolly would gush fluids over me. We exchanged sex fluids four or five times before Lolly slowly sank down and rolled off me.
Lolly was lying on her back, already dozing off, so I spun around and lay beside her. Almost asleep, Lolly rolled onto her side and cuddled into me.
I must have also drifted off to sleep because I became vaguely aware of a mouth on my cock and a hand cupping my balls sometime later. With an expansive groan, I came into the greedily sucking orifice surrounding all 7-inches of my dick.
Forcing an eye open, I saw my daughter smiling and blowing a kiss as she skipped out of the room.
Gina was home from Uni.
I dozed beside Lolly until an aching back made me decide to get up. It was early evening and still quite warm, so I didn't bother putting any clothes on as I went looking for my daughter. I found her in the lounge Skyping with a friend.
As I was naked, I carefully kept myself out of the camera's view as I made my way to the kitchen.
