It was Sunday morning and I was just coming out of a restful sleep, one of those where I'd barely stirred all night. As my consciousness got nearer to the surface I realised what had woken me, a gentle stroking of my erect cock. I appeared to be lying on my back and the covers had been thrown back and as I opened my eyes I could see my wife's smiling face and her hand wrapped around me. She was kneeling and her petite breasts were bobbing gently on her chest as pert and pointy as ever, and to me, perfect.
She bent her head and I watched as her mouth engulfed me, sliding my length between her lips, sucking me deep into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. "Mmmm," I murmured, "What have I done to deserve this?"
She released me just long enough to say, "Nothing yet." Then I was back inside, the feeling of her tongue exquisite as it slid over the crown of my cock. I closed my eyes again and laid back to relish the situation. It wasn't totally unheard of to be woken up like this, but infrequent enough to want to savour the moment. We had a very healthy sex life, Katy's libido was strong and she wasn't afraid of taking charge when she wanted to. Sometimes like today she'd just initiate direct contact, other times she'd goad me into starting, slipping off her panties or bra and playing with herself. I didn't think either of us had ever declined such an invitation.
We'd been married five years and together for three more and during that time we'd had plenty of sex in plenty of places, some more public than others, but in our bed still had to be my favourite. That or a hotel bed, there was something about strange beds and clean crisp linen that did it for both of us, and when combined with a holiday atmosphere or a wedding, then inevitably some of our best times were had.
This morning however was just a run of the mill weekend morning, but there was no reason why I shouldn't enjoy it to the full, I lay back and closed my eyes again, there was no specific reason to get up and the prospect of a day lazing in bed and making love beckoned. I felt Katy's mouth leave me and she slid up the bed. I opened my eyes to see her leg being thrown over my face and my view was blocked by the sight of a hairy pussy.
Well not exactly hairy, she'd kept her pubic triangle neatly trimmed, but her pussy lips themselves were bald, "So much nicer for you when you kiss me," she'd told me. In truth I was happy to get a few hairs in my mouth in exchange for the opportunity to kiss and lick her pussy, I loved doing it almost as much as she loved me doing it to her. She wasn't a squirter, but she did get very wet and the taste of her love juices was like nectar to me, and when she came she flooded me with them.
I looked at her pussy, delicate inner lips, just protruding slightly, the edges tinged darker, inside her slit glistened pink and I could see where her pussy itself was, the entrance clear. Above that her pee hole, we weren't into watersports, but I loved watching her pee, such an intimate act between couples somehow. Above that the small lump of her clitoris, it was so sensitive and she'd had many orgasms from just playing with that little bud, her body convulsing as the powerful waves washed through her.
It was clear what she wanted, my tongue inside her and I was more than happy to oblige, lifting my head up, closing my lips on hers, my tongue pushing hard into her slit. I heard her moan softly as my tongue found its target, her pussy entrance, then she started to slide her body to and fro and my tongue slipped through her, right up to her clit, where I paused to flick at it with the tip of my tongue before I allowed myself to slide back.
I could look up her body, her breasts jutting out, her nipples pale pink, the buds quite long, something else that was very sensitive, we both loved nipple play, I would suck them into my mouth, swirling my tongue round and round until she could stand it no more, begging me to fuck her. Now she was tugging on them, pinching them between her fingers, something I was always chary of, not wanting to hurt her, but she did it wantonly almost, causing floods of love juice to flow from her onto my waiting tongue.
She stopped and I thought she was cumming, but instead she slid back down my body, brushing over my cock until it was between her legs, then she lifted up and guided it to her pussy opening. I felt the tip engage then slowly she lowered herself down, my crown splitting her open, easing its way into that lovely warm, wet tightness. Her body settled on mine, our pelvic bones meeting, then she began to grind against me, rolling her hips as my cock slid in and out of her.
It felt so good, the muscles in her pussy gripping me as though in a velvet glove, each thrust accompanied by a squeeze. Faster she moved, forcing herself down harder each time, her breasts bobbing on her chest. I reached up for them and cupped them in my hands then she covered them with hers, pulling me tighter into her body. A look of concentration came over her face and I knew that she was on the brink of cumming.
I felt her stiffen, her legs clamping round me then her pussy began to pulse and her head went back as her body slammed into mine. I felt my balls tighten and there was a sudden welling up inside me and then I was cumming, my cock spurting deep inside her as our movements became uncoordinated. I pulled her down on top of me and grabbed her hips and began to pump into her, spurt after spurt until I was dry. Our lips met in a tender kiss and she rolled away from me, snuggling into my side, her hand found my softening cock and toyed with it as our bodies came down from their orgasmic high.
I could sense she wanted to talk and waited patiently for her to start. Eventually, "You know I had lunch with Mum yesterday?" I nodded, "Well we got round to talking about Summer holidays and she told me that she has some friends who let out a small villa in Spain, and she's been offered Mate's Rates. Anyway, she doesn't want to go on her own obviously, and she wondered if we'd like to go with her."
To many men that would be an absolute no-no, spending their summer holiday with their mother-in-law in tow, but I wasn't like that, she certainly didn't fit the stereotype of a mother-in-law so beloved of comedy, she always treated me well, behaving much like an older friend rather than my wife's mother. She'd been widowed a few years earlier and had regained much of her independence, seeking new experiences and hobbies. She'd never interfered in our marriage, and when she came to visit I always found I really enjoyed her company, although visits were mostly of the 'one day type' rather than weeks at a time.
She wasn't particularly vivacious, she had a slightly reserved nature, 'proper' was perhaps the best way to describe her, always smartly dressed, hair and make-up well done in an understated manner. Nevertheless I did give pause to the idea. Holidays with Katy had always been the two of us, doing things spontaneously, impromptu sex in the afternoons, wandering naked round the apartment or hotel room, with only each other to be concerned about.
The thought of having to behave ourselves would change that ethos. Katy detected my hesitation. "You know she loves you like a son," she reassured me, "and she wouldn't get in the way. We could still have plenty of fun." She gave my cock a comforting squeeze. "Besides she's not had a proper holiday since Dad, and she misses it. Please Jason, say yes and...."
"OK." I said simply.
"What? Seriously?" Suddenly she was all over me, scrabbling on top of me, showering me with kisses. "You won't regret it, I promise. I'll do anything you want."
"Anal?" I enquired blandly.
Suddenly she was still. "Are you serious?" We'd never done it, never even really talked about it. I'd wiped the end of my cock over her puckered hole a few times, pressed against it, but never with any serious attempt.
"Of course not!" I laughed, "You know I'd never ask you to do that if you didn't want to. But I do want unlimited access to these." I rolled her onto her back, my body on top of hers, and began to lick and kiss her nipples, squeezing her breasts with my hands. She closed her eyes and pulled my head harder against her as I mashed my lips across her breasts, my mouth brushing over the hard nubs of her nipples.
I could feel her lower body moving against mine, her loins lifting, pressuring my cock which began to respond as it all too often did to her, and soon my erection had returned. A few small adjustments and I could feel the tip of my cock engaging with her pussy then I was sliding in easily, her walls stretching to accept my cock. "And access to this. Sex at least three times a day."
"You'd never manage," she joked, but her body began to respond, her hips rolling under me as my cock drove steadily into her. Our pace increased, both of us striving to control and build our arousal together. She came first, that familiar pulsing in her pussy, accompanied by the soft groans, grunts and whimpers that I knew so well, then I was cumming too, my body hammering into hers, arms rigidly supporting myself, filling her with my love again. We rolled apart, our chests heaving, gasping for much needed breath, hands clasped together.
We got up, showering together and then she went to telephone her mother to give her the news, while I pottered about. My pottering was interrupted by Katy, holding her phone out to me. "Mum wants a word." She handed the phone over.
"Jason I just wanted to thank you, it means so much to me to be able to share my life with you two, my family. I promise I won't get in your way, I was young once and I know what it is to be in love. Trust me, you'll get all the space you need." I wondered just what Katy had been telling her and mumbled my thanks, saying how much I was looking forward to it as well, realising as I said the words that it was in fact totally true.
All the arranging was done by Katy and her mother Vicky. I called her Vicky, but occasionally 'Mum' slipped out and I could see what it meant to her. Katy was her only child and I did feel like a surrogate son. We looked at the villa's website, it looked splendid, three bedrooms but only one bathroom, although it was pretty big with a shower area that would nearly hold a football team. There was a small pool and a nice patio area and it looked quite secluded, just one or two other roofs visible in the photos. It said the beach was nearby and plenty of local amenities. Looking at the prices quoted it seemed we were getting a good deal and I began to look forward to the break.
The time slipped by and before we knew it the day of departure had arrived. We'd agreed to get a taxi from Vicky's to the airport as it was nearer, and as we had a fairly early start we were going to stay the night before. I always enjoyed staying over, sharing Katy's bed in her old room took me back to the days before we lived together, sneaking occasions to make love when Vicky was out or away, everything new and fresh between us. Not that it had got stale, and slipping naked under the covers we cuddled up together, hands wandering over familiar territory.
I was soon inside her and before long she was biting her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that were so desperately trying to escape her mouth. We came together, Katy managing to restrict her vocal exuberance to a few moans. As we lay cuddled up together she posed the question, "How are we going to manage to keep quiet for two whole weeks?"
