Carol and I had just returned from our two-week honeymoon in America. Carol had just turned 21 one month before our marriage, while I was 32. We had arrived back on the Sunday and back to work on the Monday. I returned to work to find a backlog sitting on my desk. So it was three late nights to catch up. Carol announced that her mother and father Penelope and Kenneth had invited themselves to spend the weekend. Carol asked me to Collect the wedding video from Bob, an old school friend who ran a small photographers business. But with working late I forgot. On the Friday morning, Carol again asked me to collect it, from Bob. We were going to dinner with a client, and her mother and father could watch it while we were out. Carol's mother, Penelope was 42 she had an elevated sense of her own worth, she never shortened her name to Penny or Pen. Carol's father, Kenneth was a retired minister of a small village church, he was 18 years Penelope's senior. Carol was an only child so they both doted on their daughter.
When I arrived home I had forgotten the video, so offered to go and collect it before getting ready to go out. Bob lived only 15 minutes from us, so I jumped into the car and went round to Bob's. Bob was busy in the darkroom; he said he could not come out but that the video was on the shelf. I picked up the video and told him I would see him later. I gave the video to Kenneth and went for a shower and got dressed. We told them we would be late but not to wait up.
We arrived home at 1o'clock, the house was in darkness, and we quietly went to bed. Carol wouldn't let me make love to her while her parents were in the house as Carol is quite loud in her lovemaking. Reluctantly, I turned and went to sleep. I woke looked at the clock it was 4.45am, I needed to pee. I dragged my self from my bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom, as I passed the guestroom the door was slightly open and I heard muffled sounds. I was just going to knock, when to my surprise I saw Penelope's reflection in the dressing table mirror. She was on her knees with her head in Kenneth's lap and her firm round ass held high, I could see her pussy as she worked on Kenneth's cock; my bladder was the least of my worries as my cock was now standing proud. Not wanting to get caught I quickly left and went to the kitchen an put the kettle on, as I waited for the kettle to boil my erection subsided and I went to the downstairs toilet and emptied my bladder. But shaking it caused it to come to attention again. I adjusted it and busied myself trying not to think about Penelope's ass.
