I walked into the house and it slowly dawned on me that I had the place to myself. My wife was working at the hospital and the kids were spending the night with their cousins in town. Even my mother-in-law – who had moved in with us last year after her husband died – was out for the evening with friends. I flopped onto the couch and pulled up the adult pay-per-view channels on the television. Moments later I was watching a fresh-faced young blond noisily sucking on a cock. Moments later, my pants were around my ankles and I had my own dick out, slowly stroking it.
Not ten minutes later, I heard the doorknob rattle – that was my only warning – and in walked my mother-in-law. I didn't have time to register what was going on let alone get my pants up before she walked in. Almost instantly, my dick dropped to half-mast due to my embarassment – but it stayed at half-mast because my mother-in-law was dressed to impress.
I should point out here that Karen, my mother-in-law, at forty-five was only ten years older than me. She'd had Nikki, my wife, when she was sixteen – and Nikki was six years younger than me. Now, that decade had not been unkind to Karen. She still had full breasts (36C according to the bras I sometimes had to fold) and a shapely ass. Her belly bulged slightly – the result of having two kids – but she wasn't fat. All in all, Karen was going to make a fine catch for some lucky guy when she started dating again.
Which it looked like she was ready to do, judging by the way she looked. Karen is slightly old-fashioned in that whenever she "goes to town" she has to dress up – usually a dress and nice shoes, a bit of makeup. Tonight, however, she had outdone herself. She was in a dress, as usual – a white dress with black print and belt – that came right to her knees, showing off her smooth firm calves. Her makeup was a little heavier than usual, but not overly so. Just enough that she looked like she was trying to catch some attention. The thin gray streaks in her long brown hair didn't make her look older, they made her hair look highlighted.
"What -" she exclaimed.
"God, Karen," I practically shouted.
"I'm so sorry," Karen said. She averted her eyes from the spectacle on the sofa and ended up staring at the television where a brunette was sucking on a guy's half-hard cock and not having much luck in getting it any harder. I reached down to pull my boxers and pants up.
"She must not be very good at that," Karen said still looking at the television.
"I suppose it's difficult, what with the film crew and all."
"If she were any good, he wouldn't even notice them." There was a confidence in Karen's voice I hadn't heard before. I made a snap decision.
"Like you could do better," I asked with a hint of challenge in my voice.
"Never had any complaints," she said sitting on the edge of the lazyboy, her knees close together with her hands on them.
"I have to admit, I can't really imagine you doing that," I told her truthfully. She was always so proper that the thought of her slurping on a dick just didn't fit.
"Not so different, I'm sure, than what Nikki does."
"If she does it, it's not for me," I said bitterly.
"Nikki doesn't..." her voice drifted off.
"Not since shortly after we were married."
"What?! That's almost...." She stopped to think.
"Ten years," I supplied. I was stunned as I said it. "I can hardly believe it's been that long," I said.
"I can't believe you let her get away with it," Karen said sternly.
"If I tried to force the issue, I'd get less of what I do get," I argued. "At least I get laid some. Not as often as I want, but I suspect that's true for all couples. He wants it more than her."
"Not always," Karen said, her eyes still glued to the television. "I was the one that always had to push Ron to have sex." Ron was her late husband. I looked over at Karen and saw that her legs were rocking back and forth.
"So what have you been doing since...?"
"Same as you," she replied.
"Well, it's paid for,"I said referring to the program. "If you want to watch for a while. I'm going to."
