It had been a year since the incident with my mother-in-law in the hot tub, and we'd managed never to mention it since. While there had been a few awkward glances from time to time, we'd kept our silence. Not that I didn't remember it clearly enough. It figured rather prominently in my masturbatory fantasies. I'd even asked Kelly, my wife, to grow back her pubic hair for a bit in order to indulge a little recreation of the scene in our own hot tub. I frequently replayed the scene when Angela removed her towel, showing me her patch of brown curls before climbing into the water. Kelly never asked why I'd wanted her to grow hair again, and I wasn't about to share the reason.
But that didn't last long. Kelly liked her bits trimmed neatly, if not shaved bare. But we had a few intense sessions in our tub. I also introduced some nipple pinching into our lovemaking.
"That's great," she said, after she'd come. "I love it when you pinch them hard. What made you want to do that? You're not usually the pinching sort."
"I don't know," I said. "It just seemed like something to try."
I felt guilty as hell.
The few times I was alone with Angela, it was as if nothing had happened. That was good. I loved my wife, and while the sex with Angela was intense and pleasurable, I didn't have any real desire to go there again. Angela seemed to share my attitude, at least as far as I could tell.
Christmas was coming, and Angela was doing her annual marathon of Christmas cookie baking. Kelly had volunteered us to help her out. We arrived, and Angela and Kelly began the mixing of ingredients, and I was tasked with fetching items from the pantry when necessary. The pantry itself was of the large, walk-in variety. Angela cooked constantly, and her pantry was stocked with a wide variety of just about anything you can think of. It was about six feet square, with shelves lining the walls from floor to ceiling. There were boxes along the floor, which often had to be moved in order to access some items. By noon I was becoming pretty familiar with the contents.
"Kelly, dear," Angela said. "I believe we're getting low on flour."
"Can you go check?" Kelly asked me, and I went dutifully to the pantry. But there was no flour left to be found there.
"Sorry," I said, on returning. "Looks like you're out."
"Don't worry, mom," Kelly said, wiping her hands on her apron. "I'll run down to the store and get some more."
"There must me more in that pantry," Angela said. "Maybe you just can't find it?"
"Well, why not go look," Kelly said. "I'll run out and get some more, just in case. It will only take a few minutes."
Kelly removed her apron and grabbed her coat and keys. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
Angela headed for the pantry, and I followed. I watched her closely from behind. Angela was wearing tight jeans, powdered with flour and spotted with water, and a black sweatshirt. It looked as though she had recently had her hair colored, as its usual streaks of gray were now brown with pale red highlights, tied back in a ponytail.
"I think there might be some on the left shelf," Angela said, opening the door to the pantry.
I glanced up, but couldn't see. Closing the door behind me, I began moving some of the boxes out of the way, which meant putting them in front of the door. Angela turned on another light.
"I don't see any," I said. I heard a rustling noise, and turned around.
Angela had shimmied herself onto the freezer, her legs spread. Her jeans were in a pile on the floor.
Her bush was on display again, this time trimmed neatly so that her plump lips were visible. My cock was instantly hard in my pants. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were greedily taking in the lump in my pants. She spread her legs wider, and her hand dropped to her pussy. She slid a finger in easily, then removed it. She was obviously pretty wet.
"Angela," I said, shaking my head. "I don't think this is a good idea."
But she didn't say anything. She slid herself off the freezer and turned around, giving me a great view of her ass. She leaned over the freezer. I was only a foot or so away from her. I desperately wanted to slide myself into her right now. Kelly was gone. We had time. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"I want you to do it in my bottom," she said. And she reached back and spread her cheeks with her hand, and I could see her puckered hole. She rubbed it with a finger, and I could see it tightening and releasing.
I gave up. With a quick movement, I unbuckled my pants, dropping them to my ankles. My cock sprang out, hard and ready. I approached her, and my cock aligned naturally with her ass. She pressed against me, but there was the uncomfortable moment of rubbing skin without lubrication.
"I need it in your pussy first," I whispered "Or, I can lick it if you want me to." I'd never done that before, even to Kelly. To myself, I sounded like an inexperienced kid. "It's dry."
But Angela was already moving. She reached up and grabbed a small bottle of vegetable oil. She popped the fliptop open, reached back and drizzled a little on her hole.
"Are you sure that's going to work?" I said, disbelievingly. She nodded.
"I've used it before on my bottom," she said, matter-of-factly.
