This happened about 3 years ago, I've never really told anyone about it, but as my wife left, I feel I need to get it out there. It was about 5 years into our marriage. We were happy, not having as much sex as we used to, but who does really.
My in laws lived 2 doors up, she stayed at home all day, and he was usually busy being an architect. I got a call from him, asking me to go around and email something from his home computer, because he couldn't get hold of his wife, and he had to go for a last-minute meeting. I wasn't busy so I went straight round.
I rang the doorbell and after a few minutes of no reply I let myself in. I walked into the office and sent the email. As I was doing it, I could hear music from upstairs, so on my way out I thought I better go check in case they had left something on. As I walked up the stairs, I detected the faint smell of scented candles, and could hear the music was coming from their bedroom.
As I approached the bedroom the door was slightly open, and I could see that Debs was lying on the bed. I was about to call out to her to see if she was ok, as I noticed what she was wearing. I crept forward slowly taking in the sight before me.
There lying on top of her duvet, was my mother in law, wearing stockings and suspenders, the tiniest panties, and a corset that struggled to restrain her huge tits. Not only that, she somehow managed to handcuff herself and was wearing a blindfold. The sensible son in law in me said I should sneak back downstairs and call up to make sure she's ok. But no matter how hard I tried to walk away, all I could do was stand there and stare.
She had looked after herself, a little curvy, quite short, but a cracking pair of legs and huge boobs. I have admired her a few times since I meet her daughter, in bikinis in summertime, and in the slip dresses she tends to wear, but never in as much detail as this.
Apparently, I stood staring for too long, as the next thing I knew, she was calling out. "What took you so long" she said, "come over her". Obviously, she thought I was her husband. Clearly this was the time to say something, but in the moment, it already felt like I had passed the point of no return.
I moved closer to the bed, and shakily stretched out a hand. I touched her leg, close to her ankle at first, but then straight away my hand started moving up. I moved up over her shin, over her knee and across her thigh. My hand almost instantly wanted to go straight for her pussy, but at the last minute I diverted, and my hand went across her corseted stomach and briskly across the top of her breast.
I had never thought about cheating on my wife at this point, and certainly not in this kind of way. But by this point I had gone too far, and there was no going back. I kept stroking her, and she seemed to be enjoying it, but I needed to push this before my nerve broke. I moved up the side of the bed, and brought my face to hers, and started to kiss her, my tongue gently dancing in her mouth trying not to go crazy, as my hands started in on her tits, freeing them from her corset.