Spouses in-Law

WARNING: This story features infidelity (husband cheating on wife). Turn away if that is not your cup of tea or offends you.

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I met my future wife Donna at a flea market looking for deals on furniture and other amenities for her new apartment. That topic opened an entire conversation, and by the end of it, we had agreed to meet for coffee. A few dates into it, and the two of us were going steady and intimate. A few months later, she moved out of her apartment and in with me. Ironically, we sold off the stuff she found at the market that day.

It was around this time that Donna took me to meet her mother, Sara. Sara had married young, so she was only in her thirties. She and Donna's father had divorced a long time ago, before Donna had even graduated high school, and she'd raised her alone after that.

Sara was breathtaking. Slightly taller than Donna, standing at an impressive 5'7", and her hair was a honey blond which she sometimes streaked or tipped pink. She was a lot more inclined toward makeup and fashion than Donna was, always decked out in glittering jewelry, blouses that showed off the topmost of her cleavage along with other various parts of her skin, leggings or very short skirts, and all of it capped off with long heels or stacks.

Our first meeting went well; in fact, Sara expressed wide-eyed shock that Donna had "scored" a man like me. I spent the evening trying my best to be charming and gentlemanly, and Donna was all grins on our way home saying that I'd made an excellent first impression, and that she was sure I'd hit it off with her mother. She was right; Sara and I never had any issue with each other, though we only had minor interactions at first. We only had a chance to chat more frequently once wedding planning began leading up to the big date for Donna and me.

It was the night of the wedding, though, that things went off the rails.

Like a bullet train.

The wedding and reception went great, and everyone had a great time. At some point, Sara approached me for conversation, holding a

huge

glass full of wine.

"Congratulations, Kurt," she said, beaming at me with those glistening emerald eyes of hers.

"Thanks," I nodded, taking her hand and kissing it. "And thank you for entrusting me with your daughter. I promise I'll take good care of her."

Sara took another sip from her huge glass and nodded.

"You're not gonna drink all that tonight, are you?" I asked, pointing at the almost mini-basketball-sized glass in her hands. "Didn't you drive to the hotel?"

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Hush. I'm giving away my only child tonight," she said. "Cut me some slack. Besides, I rented a room upstairs so that if I get a bit too tipsy, I'll just stay the night."

I smiled in defeat. "Smart. Okay, I stand corrected. And I repeat...don't worry. I'll make sure that 'only child' of yours only gets the best things in life."

"I know that, honey," she said sweetly. "She's a big girl and much too old for me to protect, anyway. No, what I wanted to say was the opposite -- and you're as welcome to hear this as she is. If there's any time you need to talk -- about anything at all -- you can come to me and I'll help you as best I can. Even if it's something you want to say without Sara."

I nodded again. "Thanks, Sara. That's really sweet. But I don't know if I'd feel right going to my mother-in-law to talk secrets behind my wife's back."

"All couples have their secrets," she told me before sipping from her drink. Again, I sensed there was a bit of a bitter past there, but I refused to pry. "And you're like a son to me now. You can talk to me about anything."

I gave a deliberately-awkward laugh. "Don't make it sound like I'd cheat on her or something."

I expected her to laugh or, at worst, give me the stare of death. But neither happened. Sara merely swallowed her drink and her green eyes just looked through me. "But I know affairs happen. If that time ever comes, and you make a -- 'mistake', it doesn't need to be the end of a marriage. Not if you still love and want to make it up to her."

I thought about what she said for a moment, and though it wasn't exactly a pleasant subject, what she said kinda made sense.

I sighed. The subject was way too heavy for me to even consider

on my wedding night

of all times, so I decided to joke around to lighten the mood. Desperate for anything, I chose to tease Sara's choice of wording.

I decided to joke with her a bit. "Sara, I thank you for the offer. If I ever decide I want to make a 'mistake', I'll come to you."

She smiled and nodded from my acceptance. It didn't hit her right away. "Well, thank you for being mature about this topic, Kurt. I knew you were reasonable enough to--"

Then, she finally realized what I'd said. "Wait... what?"

I smiled devilishly and continued teasing. "Come on, Sara. With a body like yours, if I ever thought about cheating, you'd be the

first

on my list."

"Please," she scoffed again. "What could a young, handsome man like you possibly find attractive about

me?!

"

I couldn't stop my laughter. "You're

kidding,

right?! You've got a face like pure heaven and the best body I've ever seen...no exaggeration."

I expected her to laugh back. Or scold me. Or something of that order.

Instead, she called my bluff.

She picked up her drink from the counter and downed it in one gulp, letting the liquid courage take her. She took one more glance around the room before turning toward me and pressing a deep, sexy kiss right on my lips.

A billion things went through my mind at that moment, most of them various levels of disbelief and questions of "What the hell am I doing?!" -- but at least one of those billion things was curiosity. A desire to see where this would lead. And, it was

that

feeling which eventually won out.

"Jesus..." Sara moaned, pulling away. "This was even more of a mistake than I thought..." she said, as her eyes scanned eagerly over my body.

I touched my lips, shocked. "Sara --?"

She gave a timid glance as she peered up at me again. "Do you really think I'm that beautiful...?"

Somewhere inside, the part of me who should have seen where this was going was screaming not to answer that question. To just walk away and pretend that we'd never spoken.

But I couldn't do that...and lying to her by saying "No" was even

more

impossible. There was no way, gazing down into those twinkling emerald stars and those pouty, quivering lips, that the next words out of my mouth could be any other response.

But the enthusiasm behind it even shocked

me.

"Hell yes."

Immediately, Sara dug through her purse, fishing for something. A few moments later, she produced a card -- a copy of her room card in the hotel.

Staring up at me, a lustful gaze burning straight into my soul, she said:

"If you come upstairs, we can... talk further."

As she walked away, watching me from the corner of her eye, she sashayed her hips in such a way that the plump globes of her ass bounced through the material of her sequin dress, hypnotizing my gaze and keeping my focus on her entirely until she disappeared from my sight.

I stood in that ballroom and stared at the keycard for I don't know how long. In that card represented my faithfulness to Donna -- my promise to be a good husband and father.

Hell, for all I knew this was a trap...and the moment I came up that elevator...the moment I came to that room, Sara would be waiting with a camera and about a dozen other witnesses -- maybe even Donna -- to prove what sort of loser was trying to marry her only daughter.

I could have -- I

should

have -- ripped it up or tossed it in the trash, but I didn't. I just stood there and slid down a few glasses of champagne, remembering the feel of Sara's velvety tongue on mine -- and the way her curvaceous, savory body felt in my hands.

Before I knew it, there I was -- standing before the door and sliding the keycard through the lock.

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Whatever I had in mind, whatever excuses I made up for coming to that room that denied the obvious, all were cleared away the moment the door opened and Sara presented herself to me in nothing but the hotel robe, the front left untied so that I could see the center of her bare body.

Both sides of the robe curved along the shape of her shapely, unbelievably firm and perky tits. Her stomach was perfectly toned; it was clear that she still kept herself in amazing shape at her age, with only the slightest hint of muscle peeking out of what was otherwise smooth and soft flesh around her belly button. Her legs were no less works of art -- Sara had gams like a figure skater -- the kind of legs that you can only imagine wrapped around your hips or perched on your shoulders...

God, the woman was a masterpiece.

In my mind until now, Donna had always been a 10. But now, seeing what her mother had...

Sara was now the only woman who deserved that 10 spot. Poor Donna had to settle for being demoted to an 8.

Overwhelmed by the goddess before me, all reason departed. I threw myself at her, taking her in my arms and kissing and licking her neck. She gave in and her body became putty in my hands, responding to my touch. She placed her hands on mine, encouraging them to explore more. I reached under the robe, sampling the cheeks of her luscious ass.

She whispered "Yes", and we both surrendered to what our bodies wanted. What they needed. What they

demanded.

I threw her robes away so that my hands could enjoy her body without restriction. Her remarkable shape. Her large, gorgeous tits. Every inch of her was heaven to touch.

She almost lost herself in my fingers, only enough awareness retained to begin fumbling with my tie, and then my belt -- loosening both until we could slide off my jacket, shirt and pants.

We took hands and walked with each other to the bedroom -- eyes never leaving each other. Each step silently acknowledging that we knew what we were doing. What this meant. How this would change things with Donna forever. For both of us.

Those spicy thoughts didn't slow us down. The opposite in fact. Our pace quickened as we gazed at each other, naked as Adam and Eve, creeping closer and closer to the empty, waiting bed.

If anything, the maelstrom of emotions only made our mischief much sweeter. My cock stiffened from rock to diamond hard seeing my mother-in-law -- the mother of my own wife -- lay herself down on the bed and spread her milky thighs apart for me, fingering her wet, steamy pussy while her ravenous eyes begged me to hurry. Knowing that there'd be consequences, that we were about to cross a line, the only thing I yearned for was to her. I had no goal other than to make her feel good. I wrapped my lips on the folds of her lovely pussy and sampled every part of her sex. I used my tongue to explore the folds of her femininity, tasting her cum.

"Oh God," she moaned several times in a row. I enjoyed watching her squirm and feeling her legs desperately thrash about, trying to touch me.

I enjoyed her with my lips and tongue for about five minutes before she gasped, "I can't take it anymore. Get inside me, please. Please, baby. I need you inside my pussy."

No argument. No hesitation. I climbed between my mother-in-law's thighs. She immediately guided my cock into her thick pussy, going in deep until I had pushed all the way in.

"Yes! Yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck my nasty pussy!

Fuck me!

" She hollered, wrapping her slender, perfectly-shaped legs around my back.

Sara was the first unfamiliar pussy I'd had since I met Donna, and goddamn did I relish it. I was like Hercules, my muscles flexing as I hammered my cock into her again and again. I could barely think -- the animal lust had taken over by this point. But one lingering web of thoughts remained:

I was cheating. I was an unfaithful husband. Worse, I was fucking my mother-in-law. She was under me right now, wriggling and writhing in pleasure from my cock, moaning like a common slut. Knowing this -- and seeing it in action -- made me want to stake my claim. To fuck this slut harder than she'd ever been fucked in her life. Increased my tempo faster and faster until Sara was losing her mind and cumming all over my cock.

We kissed each other while I pounded into her, hot breath tingling the sweat on our faces. Soon, our entire bodies were damp from perspiration, covering us both in the glistening embodiment of our sin. And that was just the warm-up.

Once we'd settled into a pattern, it was all just instinct. Just two animals letting our bodies do what they'd been programmed to do since the dawn of time. I came hard, and a flood of electric pleasure pulsed in my body. It was bliss like none I'd ever experienced before.

I collapsed on Sara's side, and she immediately sprang up and placed her lips all over my cock. Sara looked nasty as hell, pulling her luscious hair aside so that I could watch her head bob and mouth suck the cum residue off my dick. The way she occasionally paused to savor the head of my pole like a thick cone of ice cream, taking a moment for her eyes to meet mine and see my pleasure...God, I was in heaven.

Unbelievably, she had me hard again in

minutes.

Sliding in behind her as we laid on our sides, I hammered like a werebeast until we both came again, and she licked me clean again. I watched her slowly gooey product of our sex off my tender cock, until I inevitably got hard again.

I put her on her hands and knees, locked my hands on her hips and ass, and fucked her again from behind. I punished her pussy from behind, smashing her through multiple orgasms before she turned, pounced on me, and began riding cowgirl. I let her come a few more times before I grappled her in my arms and flipped her onto her back again, pounding her savagely until I came once more.

I didn't even think to ask her if she was on the pill until that third time I'd emptied my balls into her cunt. She gasped, threw on her robe and dashed down the hall -- underneath it naked and filled with semen -- to the nearest vending machine. A few moments later, she came back with enough condoms for the rest of the night. She whipped the robe off like nothing happened, and we were back at it before our bodies had even cooled down.

Sara and I fucked six times that night.

We were both

insatiable

.

When it was about 11 o'clock, meaning that she and I had been fucking for nearly two hours, we realized that people were probably wondering where the groom and the mother-in-law had disappeared to. But it was fine. As long as we had a good story, we could return to the reception and let this amazing experience just be a fond memory between the two of us.

As we sat naked on the bed, cuddling and still letting our hands explore our sweat-and-sex-covered bodies, we got our story straight: I needed a bit of fresh air to get over the newlywed jitters and she had gone out to drink and use the phone. We ran into each other, she offered me friendly advice, and we had been enjoying conversation with each other until we lost track of time.

Time was of the essence, so we both dashed into the shower at the same time to cleanse the smell of sex -- a plan which backfired when it led to us fucking

again

. But the sight of steamy shower water running over her beautiful tits as I fucked her against the shower wall was worth it, and gave me enough reserves to cum inside her one last time. But eventually, we managed to tear ourselves away from each other and finish getting dressed.

Realizing that once we were outside her room door it meant our illicit night was officially over, Sara gave me one last, nasty kiss, with as much tongue as we could both fit in each others' mouths. The fire of lust still burned between us, but beyond that door was our normal lives.

It was clear neither of us wanted this night to end.

Our story worked flawlessly, and although Donna was a bit hurt that we'd missed so much of the reception, she understood my "nervousness" and was glad her mother had helped me through it. She whispered in my ear that she couldn't

wait

to get started on our honeymoon and, to my amazement, my body and cock responded appropriately, despite how much semen I'd just emptied into her mother only earlier that night. Somehow, I managed to repeat the performance after carrying my wife into our home, and Donna and I went on to have a very normal, and very exhausting, honeymoon.

I suppose it's a credit to the women of that family and how goddamned sexy they are that I was able to last through it all.

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For a couple of months, life went on as if nothing had happened. I didn't see Sara at all during that time, and only heard of her through Donna -- who called her at least once a week just to chit-chat. Essentially, everything that had occurred in the hotel had stayed in that hotel. If I'd wanted, I could have pretended that it had all been a dream. I could have left well enough alone and probably not have risked any further impact on my marriage and, by extension, my career and my reputation around our family and neighbors.

But then I saw Sara again.

Donna and I had come by Sara's place to help her clean the gutters. She had the money to pay someone to do it, but Donna

insisted

that she and I could easily just sacrifice a few hours of our weekend and save her the cash. So we drove over Sara's place, and there she was. Standing at the door, smiling and waiting for us.

Before, I had described Sara as beautiful -- but now, after that night, she was

angelic

.

To me, she had become the vision of Aphrodite herself.

Now that I knew the truth of what lay beneath it, the way Sara dressed was an instant hard-on. The way her thin tops teased the eye to go to wherever her blouse exposed her skin -- her tops usually showed off her affinity for bare shoulders -- and how her skirts and leggings accentuated the length and shape of her legs.

Everything about her made me long to touch her. I couldn't even look in her general direction without my cock searching for a way to get inside her. Every time I looked in her eyes and saw her face, my thoughts went back to that last kiss.

About halfway into the gutter-cleaning, Donna and I had split up to work on opposite sides of the house. Despite it being autumn, the weather was hotter than normal and it was easy to get dehydrated. Fortunately, Sara appeared not long after that, coming out to the patio, carrying a pitcher of lemonade and a glass.

"Hey, Kurt," she called up to me. "I brought something for you."

I peered down from the ladder at just the right time. Sara was dragging her patio table closer to where I was working, and had chosen to do so by bending over as far as she could until her epically short skirt had pulled up far enough to reveal her juicy, creamy ass and the thong which only

barely

teased the pussy.

Once she'd pulled it far enough, she stood back up, pulled her skirt down and turned to face me. From my angle, I could notice that the top of her voluptuous tits was on display for me -- the beautiful, fleshy mounds of her jugs out on display just for me and me alone.

"So," she said, in a breathless tone of feigned innocence. "Thirsty?"

As I'm sure she intended, the memories of my wedding night came rushing back. I climbed down from the ladder and walked up to Sara. She had no neighbors near enough to see us, so I felt bold enough to wrap my arms around her waist, pull her to me and kiss right on the lips.

"I've been thinking about you a lot", I said once we broke our liplock.

We both breathed deep, the masks between us now peeled away.