Chapter 2- My Father-In-Law Comes To Live With Us
Who?
My name is Kendal Sanders. I'm twenty-four years old, and I've been married to my husband, Victor Patterson, for five years. I'm starting this journal because I am so excited!
When?
Because this year is the year that Victor and I start our family!
Why?
I married Victor when I was nineteen and Victor was twenty. We weren't exactly ready to get married, so Victor and I made a promise to each other. We would work hard, save up, and buy a house. After five years, I could quit my job, then we would start trying for children.
Where?
Yesterday was Friday, my last day of work. It's Saturday morning, and I woke up early. Today I am going to surprise my husband with breakfast in bed!
My sleepy eyes fluttered open and I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and smiled. The day had finally come. All my hard work has finally paid off, and my patience has been rewarded. I turned my head ever so slightly and looked at my adorable husband. He was so handsome. I love him so much!
Victor has dark olive skin that turns a nice bronze when he's out in the sun. His brown eyes were closed at the moment as he was still asleep and snoring softly. But, he was so beautiful with the way the shaggy curls of his raven black hair fell across his forehead and into his face. He also ran hot at night, so despite the coolness of the morning the covers were pushed down baring his broad shoulders, his thickly muscled and hairy chest, and strong arms.
He was so beautiful. So handsome -- to me at least. He was loving, gentle, and so masculine. In our five years of marriage, we've had our fights, and though I never have really appreciated it at the moment, I have come to love his quiet, stubborn, resilience. He never yells and he's never raised his hand against me. When we argue, he argues the facts whereas I usually argue my feelings. I usually always win, but that is due more to the fact that once we have reached the point of using fighting words he shuts down and leaves rather than saying something that will hurt me. I admire him more than he will ever know for that. I've never been able to do the same for him. Once my temper is up my tongue is a knife and I use it to flay him while he gives me such a hurt and disappointed expression that I ache for months over my words. Thankfully, over the years we've managed to cut down our fighting and I learned to curb my tongue -- a little.
Careful not to wake him, I gently slipped out of bed and checked to see if I had disturbed Victor. Relieved to see that I hadn't, the first thing I did was go to the bathroom and answer the call of nature. Then, I took a quick shower and washed my body. I washed everything but took special care to make sure my cunni was nice and clean. My plan was to be Victor's breakfast, lunch, and dinner today. He was going to make me a very dirty girl all day long!
I spent the rest of my shower imagining that his big strong hands were scraping his nails across the soft smooth flesh of my pussy-lips. About four years ago I went and had every flaming red pubic hair lasered off of my pussy and pubic mound. Now, I am completely hairless. My milk-white skin is as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom. And best of all, I don't ever have to shave again!
Slipping a finger between the soft petals of my pink labia, I played with my clit for a brief moment before slipping deeper and pushing inside my vagina. A small gasp escaped my parted lips as I imagined my two fingers were Victor's long thick middle digit. He dug deeper inside me, whisking and churning me, hollowing me out as he traced his finger around my cervix.
I found the edge of my diaphragm and gently wiggled my fingers beneath it. I caught it between my two fingers as my daydream imploded, and I pulled it out. I looked at it for a second and took a moment to appreciate all the hard work it had done for me over the last few years. I hated condoms as did Victor. I also wasn't going to stick some weird thing into my arm or my cervix that could get lost and make it where I would never get pregnant. I have always wanted children. Always! Victor knows this. I was very plain with him about it, and we came to an agreement. I didn't mind putting off having children just as long as we were going to have them. So, stepping out of the shower I cast my longtime sexual companion, the diaphragm, into the garbage with a softly mumbled, "Thank you so much for your service old friend, but I won't be needing you anymore."
Then I turned and began to towel off the woman I saw in the mirror. The woman in the mirror has startlingly vibrant, flaming red hair fell down her back in wild curly coils all the way to the backs of her thighs. Her hair is very much like Merida from the movie Brave while her face looks very much like Christina Hendricks when she was in her early twenties. But, that is where the similarities end. The woman in the mirror is 5-feet 5-inches tall. She has a slim 32-inch chest, slim shoulders, and small B-cup breasts. She has a slim 24-inch waist that then sweeps out to exotically broad 40-inch hips and a big round bubble butt. She is the definition of a slim/thick woman. Her thighs are muscular, her calves are defined, and her ankles are thick while her feet are small.
Turning away from my reflection I hung up my towel and walked out of the bathroom. I looked across the room towards the bed and saw that Victor was still asleep. Good. Crossing the room I opened our bedroom door and left.
Our house is a spacious seven thousand square foot two-story with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. There is a basement, living room, dining room, kitchen, and office. Out back there is an outdoor gym, a pool, a hot tub, and a sauna. The property is ten acres about twenty miles from town in a subdivision where every property is as large as ours. Victor and I both worked our asses off to get this house!
Walking into the kitchen, I quickly started pulling food and ingredients out of the refrigerator and putting them on the island. I pulled out pots and pans and then started making breakfast. Eggs. Pancakes. Bacon. Sausage. Hash Browns. Toast. Coffee. And orange juice.
I was standing there in front of the stove watching the hash browns and sausage cook when Victor's strong hands grabbed two greedy handfuls of my naked, milk-white, ass cheeks. I jumped in startlement and gave a little yelp. I started to twist in his arms but he circled my waist with his arms and pulled me backwards against his chest. I purred like a cat and closed my eyes as Victor's hands cupped my breasts while my back was pressed up against his firm chest and my thick round ass cheeks could feel his long thick dick pressing between them. I moaned and wagged my ass like I had a tail so that Victor's dick worked its way deeper into the cleavage of my bountiful ass cheeks.
My feeling of disappointment that Victor woke up and discovered my Saturday morning surprise was sublimated by how I loved the feeling of his naked body pressed against me. I especially loved the feeling of his dick between my ass cheeks, pressing against my tailbone. I moaned and purred like a feral cat in heat as Victor played with my small milk-white nipples. He twists them until they are hard and then one hand deviated and glided down the supple curves of my belly to my soft smooth pubic mound. He raked his fingernails across my delicate flesh and I responded by spreading my feet wider apart. I braced myself by putting my hands down on the counter to each side of the stove and luxuriated in the feeling of Victor's nails gliding across the soft smooth skin of my pussy-lips.
His fingers are magical, sending tingling sensations across my flesh and throughout my body. My pussy was an instant furnace desperately trying to quench my soaring arousal by flooding my vagina with pheromone-laced nectar. Victor's fingers explored my pussy until he found the bottom curves of my ass cheeks and then one devious digit pushed between, parting my labia and found the hot wet interior of my vagina. He pushed straight up inside me, burying his full-length, and ran his finger around my cervix.
