Trudy Copeland had just become Mrs. Jason Daniels; the wedding ceremony had ended less than an hour ago and she was now back home in the new two-story home her husband had bought for them. She stood in front of a floor-length mirror in the master bedroom and examined her naked body; she was a gorgeous woman fully clothed, but naked she was even more stunning.
Trudy cupped her 36C tits and gently pushed them together, lightly brushing the nipples with the soft pad of her thumbs. Her nipples instantly became hard fat nubs as she gently rubbed them with her thumbs. She closed her eyes for a long moment, enjoying the sensations of her touch. In no time, the twenty-five year old woman's pulse quickened and her breathing became shallow.
She opened her soft brown eyes and watched as her delicate hands moved from her tits to the firm, flat tummy and caressed the soft sun-bronzed skin. She made lazy circles around her belly button with the tip of one long index finger, feeling the electric caress send shudders of desire deep into her tummy. Trudy sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Her beautiful eyes dropped to the smooth mound of her pussy and she spread her feet apart so she could see the pink lips that were becoming wet with passion. Trudy moved the pink palms of her hands slowly over her well-rounded hips, then back up her soft inner thighs. Her gaze was riveted to the tips of her fingers as she slowly raked the long nails lightly over the smooth, freshly shaved pussy mound. She cried out softly, arching her back as tremors of pure delight made her legs tremble.
Suddenly, without warning, Trudy stopped and gazed into the mirror at her face. Long, soft auburn hair fell to just above her shapely ass and framed a narrow face, with brown eyes and a wide, sensuous mouth. The expression of lust and need had vanished from her beautiful face and now reflected the wretched emotions that flooded her head.
Jason should be here doing all of the things she was doing to herself. She should be on her knees taking his eight-inch cock deep into her mouth, deep into her cock-hungry pussy. His hands should be on her tits, his fingers caressing her burning pussy, his lips on hers, with his tongue deep inside her mouth. It was unfair that she should be home alone on this night, their wedding night.
Trudy had stopped taking the pill over a month ago so she and Jason could work on making a baby. During the last several weeks they had brought each other to climax with oral sex so she wouldn't become pregnant until after their wedding day. All she had thought about for the past week was this night and finally getting Jason's cock deep into her pussy again.
The trouble, though, was Jason was a workaholic. No more than fifteen minutes after the ceremony, he had rushed to the airport to fly to Chicago for an emergency meeting with an important client. She had known he worked hard and sometimes she felt that he loved his job more than he did her. There was no one to blame but herself, Trudy realized as she stared at her naked image in the mirror.
The sudden ring of the doorbell startled Trudy and she grabbed a terrycloth robe and hastily pulled it on. She left the upstairs room and hurried down to the large anteroom. To her surprise, when she opened the door, she found her father-in-law standing on the enclosed porch.
"Hey, dad," she said brightly. "Come in."
She stood back and let Brian Daniels in, then closed the door and led him into a lavishly appointed living room. Without asking, she poured them both a scotch while they bantered lightly about the wedding, and then settled onto the sofa beside him. She was consciously aware that she was nude under the robe and thought about changing into something else, then decided against it. For some reason, the knowledge of being naked under the robe while she sat next to her handsome father-in-law was a little erotic.
"I'm sorry things turned out the way they did," he offered.
"What can I say?" Trudy shrugged. "He has to work."
"Yes, but not on your wedding night. No job or client is worth that."
"I agree," she said softly.
"I have to admit that I'm a little disappointed in my son," he said.
"Oh, well, what's done is done, dad," she said, forcing a little cheer into her voice.
Over the next thirty minutes they talked about his lake home that he'd purchased a few years ago just after he and his wife divorced. Brian Daniels was a self made man and had made a fortune in leasing commercial coin-operated laundry equipment to motels, apartments and laundry mats. After selling the business, which had become very profitable, for a nice sum, he'd decided to retire early. At fifty-two, Brian was living the proverbial life of leisure.
They were on their third drink and Trudy was beginning to get a buzz. Maybe it was the booze but she couldn't help looking at her father-in-law, studying his rugged handsome face. For a man his age, she had thought long ago, he was very attractive. He was lean and muscular with dark, wavy hair and gorgeous green eyes that she enjoyed looking deep into. The light gray at his temples added to the overall look and Trudy caught herself wanting to comb her long fingers through his hair.
The young woman sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. What's the matter with me? This is my father-in-law, Jason's dad, and I'm wondering what it would be like to fuck him. She pushed the thoughts from her head; yet, in no time, they were back, tempting her with images that she shouldn't entertain. Against her will, Trudy felt her nipples harden under the robe, felt her pussy become moist with desire and she inhaled sharply. What if she tested the water a little? What if she sort of led the conversation around to sex? Would he be disgusted with her?
"It was hard getting ready for tonight," she said, venturing into the water.
"I'm sure it was. Your efforts show, Trudy. You're a beautiful woman."
"I shaved about an hour before the wedding so my legs would be soft for Jason tonight," she said, venturing a little further.
"Yeah, it's a shame that he, ah, is missing out on it."
"He likes it when my legs are smooth," she said. Trudy could detect a slight tremor in her voice as she watched her father-in-law. She decided to go even further, be a little brazen. "He likes to rub his cock on my thighs."
Trudy saw Brian inhale sharply at her last statement. His brow arched when he glanced at her, then at her legs. The hem of the robe was a couple of inches above her knees and the young woman wondered if she had gone too far. Yet he just nodded and smiled at her. Trudy steeled herself and shifted around a little so that the robe was forced a little higher on her legs.
"Do you like soft legs, daddy?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure we should be talking like this," he said nervously.
"No one will know," Trudy countered.
"Yes, but…well, it's wrong."
