I stared at the ceiling trying to take it all in. How much of this is really happening, and how much of this is simply my male brain inventing that every woman I meet wants me? Is this what I want, or am I just going along, and if I am just going along, what happens when their whims change? Where does that leave me? Was this my libido going crazy based on Mary's roleplaying, or do I want this? Thank the lord for those beers, or I do not think I could have fallen asleep. Luckily, I did, and got up the next day and went to work like a good boy, and this time, I came straight home.
We had dinner like normal, a simple pork loin roast thing Brandi made in the crock pot. Mary was attentive and flirty but not overly so. I started to come to the conclusion that it was my own fantasies coming into play, and I was way over-reading into what Mary had been doing these past few weeks. I determined that we were just using this time here to spice it up, and I needed to keep it that way. But I was also debating myself, I really want to fuck my mother-in-law, but what is the right thing to do for my life and my marriage? I really just decided that I was fantasizing, and would not act on these impulses. That brought a huge sense of relief, as we ended up watching TV for a bit after dinner and cleanup was done. Overall a nice relaxing night, and when Brandi said she was going to bed, I thought to myself, "Yeah, I was imagining all this. Mary was just playing." and prepared for bed myself. I finished in the bathroom, brushing teeth and peeing, and as I came out, Mary was in the hallway.
"Hey hon," I say, as I leaned down for a kiss. Mary had a glint in her eye and a slight smirk on her face. She grabbed my arm tightly, and I feel her press into me as she calls out, "Mom, you need lotion on tonight?" and turned and looked at me.
"Sure, honey. That would be nice, although I am feeling a lot better now."
Mary smiled fully, and reached up on her tiptoes and kisses me. "You're up, slugger!" and patted me on the back, pushing me towards her mother's room.
Brandi was standing there naked facing the door as I come in. Her large breasts draw me in immediately, and then my gaze slowly panned down past her lightly rounded belly to the lovely patch of grey/gold hair beneath.
"Oh! I thought Mary was going to..."
"She volunteered me for the job," I interjected, somewhat snarkily, which could have been interpreted as hesitation or compulsion to do something I really didn't want to do.
"Oh, well you don't have to, I think I am..."
"MOM, I ASKED KORD TO SINCE HE WAS ALREADY DONE GETTING READY FOR BED!" Mary called from the bathroom.
"Well, that answers that, haha!" Brandi said as she climbed into the bed, and laid down, face first into her pillow, giving me a nice view of her ample asscheeks.
I walked over, staring at her fine features, thinking about Mary, thinking about Brandi's nakedness and Mary's commenting on "watching" and moms and wives and sex and more nakedness and my brain was misfiring left and right at this point. Here I was, again doing what everyone else was pushing, and ignoring my own agency. I was just positioning myself over Brandi when Mary's head popped in the door, toothbrush in mouth.
"Hey I just did laundry on Sunday, can you take off your bed clothes so they don't get all lotiony?"
"Uh, sure, " I said, and removed my T-shirt and shorts without thinking. Like I said, my brain was misfiring, and I went into submissive mode, and I became somewhat angry at myself. Not angry, but more like disappointed in myself. I began to apply the aloe to Brandi's shoulders as she laid in front of me. As I started putting on lotion, I kept thinking about what I wanted, about doing what I felt was right or worng or correct, and the morality of the situation was a bit overwhelming. The rubbing a naked woman part of the situation had made me half-hard, not surprisingly, and I was just getting to her lower back when Mary popped her head in, "OK, going to bed you two. Don't stay up all night, ha!"
"Be right there, honey," I returned, looking at her.