As he laid there he wondered how in the space of a week his happy, if mundane, existence had been turned upside down by a wanton middle aged woman who he was related to, albeit by law. But he knew from the first day that he met Ruth something about her said SEX, not least of her attributes was the gorgeously rounded figure that only a woman of that age can have and that she could flirt for Britain and she certainly, wickedly, flirted with him. He initially thought it was just a tease but didn’t she confirm last week that she had “wanted” him from the first day that they met. Sure he was flattered and by god the two escapades so far were magnificent but he started to question his part in this. Had he encouraged her in some way because he knew in his heart of hearts he also wanted her.
She had sometimes filled his early morning fantasies when he would wake with an erection, imagining it was her (and not his wife) running her fingers up and down the length of his cock before straddling him and easing it into her slippery warmth. Sometimes, after a family gathering it would be a day of increasing sexual tension between the two of them. He would later masturbate or even make love with his wife (her daughter) with his eyes closed believing it was her fingers wrapped around his demanding penis bringing it up to and beyond the point of no return and oh how he wanted her to do that for him to release his ejaculation intimately or over her gorgeous breasts or dare he venture….in her mouth and over her face. He had become infatuated with her but had he communicated this somehow which triggered her desire ? Could he really claim to be an innocent victim ?
So this “foreplay” went on for weeks, months and a few years and then the opportunity was manufactured by her, his delicious sexy mother-in_law… lust and passion were at their fingertips regardless of the supposed family distance between, where there’s a will there’s a way she said – her “will” and her “way” was not lost on him.
Recalling last week’s initial seduction his heart pounded as he knew beforehand just what was going to happen – the air was so filled with tension as she skilfully contrived to get him alone and semi-naked.
His cock was hard again as his mind strayed to that morning only seven days ago. The dress, her perfume, the heels, the stockings, suspenders and thong. The kisses, the nakedness, her hands and mouth, her scent, her taste. The fucking, oh yes, the fucking, her orgasms, his orgasms and…….the guilt. As he lay next to his wife the guilt overcame him…..but like anyone who has an addiction….he wanted more.
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