"Damn, the in-laws are coming over tonight," I thought to myself as I was driving home from work.
I really didn't want to have to entertain them tonight. I just wanted to go home and get some rest, and think about the last two days. I had fucked two very hot women and not even cared about the fact that I cheated on my wife of twenty years, and the bad thing is, that I wanted to do it again. I was already thinking about how I could get more pussy at work. There were other girls that looked damn good in that office, maybe I could work my way into their pants, too.
It was a warm evening, and when I got home, my wife, Marla, wanted to grill out on the deck, so I got the grill fired up and awaited my in-laws, Jim and Carol.
As I waited, Marla opened the door from the living room and told me that Jim and Carol had called, and that they would be spending the night. Seems they had been at the beach all day, and since they live about two hours away from us, didn't want to make the drive back that night.
I thought, "Damn! I'll have to put up with Jim's stuck up ass all night."
Jim and Carol were snobs. Jim had been a big shot in the insurance business for years, and was very well off financially. He was 5 foot 9 inches tall with gray hair, and a big belly from drinking too much. Carol was 5 foot 5 inches tall with dark brown hair, and very nice body for her age. They lived well and traveled alot out of the country.
I get along alright with them, but when they come over for a visit, I usually just buy plenty of alcohol and get them feeling happy. Then, I leave them in the living room and ease out to my study, to be alone at my desk, surf the net, and watch a little TV.
As I put the steaks on the grill, I could see Jim and Carol had arrived through the french doors in the living room. Jim was wearing a yellow hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts, and looked like he had already had a few drinks by the big smile on his face. Carol was wearing a black, low cut blouse, and a white skirt that fit her curves very well. He hair was wind blown, but looked very sexy. She had a very small waist, wide thighs, and a very healthy ass. She was standing with her back to the door so I had a very good view of that ass. Her legs came out of her white skirt very nicely, and they were tan and brown.
I stepped inside and said hello, shook hands with Jim, and gave Carol a hug. I could feel Carol's tits press against my body as we embraced. I could also catch a glimpse of her cleavage. She was wearing a black lace bra.
"So," I asked the two of them. "Did you have fun at the beach?"
"Yes," Jim answered. "But we are tired and don't want to drive on home tonight. I hope you don't mind if we stay the night."
"Oh no," I said. "We don't mind at all."
I was lying, but I think I fooled them. I offered them both a drink so maybe they would start drinking, pass out early, and I could slip off to my study.
"Thanks Joe," Carol said. "Laying in the sun all day always makes me tired. I just want to eat and relax."
The thought of Carol laying in the sun made my mind wander. Carol looks damn good in a bikini. We have been with them to the beach a few times, and even at 56 she still wears a two-piece. Her tits look to be about 32C's, and they sag some, but look very nice in a bikini top.
I stepped back outside and finished cooking the steaks. It had cooled off some so we decided to eat out on the deck.
Marla and Carol were bringing food out from the kitchen and placing it on the table on the deck. Jim and I had already sat down and were talking about football, when Carol leaned over the table with a plate of bread and ask if we wanted some. Jim took one piece of bread and she leaned in my direction. When she did, her blouse fell open and I couldn't help but look at her cleavage. She noticed me looking and quickly put her hand up and pressed her blouse close to her body, blocking my view. I turned my head quickly like I wasn't looking, but she knew that I was.
I turned back and took a piece of bread off of the plate. She was still covering her blouse with her hand.
"Thank you, Carol," I said sheepishly.
With a big smile, she replied, "You are very welcome."
The ladies then sat down and we all started eating. When Carol sat down her blouse fell open again. I had a perfect view of her cleavage. I couldn't help but stare. Carol kept glancing my way during the conversation. I didn't try to hide the fact that I was staring this time. I just kept admiring those nice tits, and she made no effort to cover them this time.
She leaned over a little and looked my way again. Jim and Marla were talking and didn't even notice that my eyes were glued right down Carol's blouse. Nor did they notice the little looks we were giving each other.
About halfway through the meal Jim asked if there was any more bread.
"Sure Daddy," Marla said. "Let me go make some more. It will only take a minute to toast it in the oven."
"No," Carol said. "You just keep eating. I will go make more bread. I am finished anyway."
She got up from the table and walked into the house. Her fine ass was swaying very nicely as she walked away.
I told Marla that I would go help her since she wasn't familiar with the stove, and I got up and went inside, too.
As I rounded the doorway to the kitchen, I saw Carol bending over in front of the stove. Her white skirt was stretched tight around her nice wide ass.
I thought to myself, "Damn, what a fucking ass she has."
I just stood there for a few seconds admiring her curves. Her legs were nice and dark, and looked very smooth.
She was trying to get a pan out from under the oven to cook the bread on. I walked up behind her and leaned over and started helping her pull at the pan. When I did my left arm rubbed up against her right arm.
The pans were stuck and I had to use some force to get it out. I gave it a jerk and the pan finally gave way. When it did my left arm flew back and rubbed all over her tits. She started to lose her balance and fell back a little. I reached out and held her to keep her from falling. The force of my elbow had caused her blouse to fall open again and there I was staring right down at her tits again.
She looked at me, but didn't say anything. Then, she laughed and said, "Let me have the pan, it needs washing."
She took the pan and went over to the sink and turned on the water. She looked back at me over her shoulder to see what I was doing. It was a lustful glare that really turned me on.
She looked so damn sexy standing there. I walked over and stood behind her. She turned her head back around facing the sink. There was a window over the sink and you could see out on to the deck where Jim and Marla were still sitting at the table eating. The water was running and she was scrubbing the pan. I moved in behind her and leaned over her shoulder. She just kept scrubbing the pan and looking straight ahead.
I just stood there looking her up and down. My dick was starting to twitch at the site of her sexy curves.
After a few seconds of silence, she said, "The pan is almost clean, you better find the bread."
I didn't reply. I started to step away and when I did, she turned off the water, then turned her head and gave me that lustful look again. Our eyes met for a few seconds, then she turned away.
"To hell with the bread," I said as I moved in behind her.
I put my hands on her hips and pulled her ass back towards my growing erection.
"Oh God," she said with a surprised whimper as she dropped the pan into the sink. "What are you doing?"
I didn't reply. I just squeezed her hips harder and pulled her back more.
She started squirming and tried to turn around. I pushed my body up against hers, she was pinned between me and the counter.
"Let me go," she demanded. "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"
