My mother in law from Spain, hungry for sex
This happened at some locality in Spain.
My father in law, named Francisco, is a wealthy man, 69yo. I met him ten years ago at an international forum, held especially for enterprise management presidents. We liked immediately each other -same race- regardless of different ages -he was 35 years older. Well, I figure out he was impressed to see a guy like me with the balls to manage my own company. This way, our closeness grew fast, a genuine friendship. We used to see each other, or meet, induced by professional reasons, and this is how I met his daughter, falling in love with her.
Mr. Francisco never objected if I dated his daughter. It wasn’t a secret this love affair was only meant to merge funds, making thus one sole corporation - a convenient marriage. One year later, after my wedding, Francisco’s wife died in hospital; a year more later, he announced pompously, on having returned from a business trip, he had married secretly -secret nuptials- another woman who was totally unheard of to his family. She was 25 years younger. I still recall that moment, as my wife got mad as hell, in the middle of a jealous rage. Totally shocked, she was an extreme moralist. I think that’s the reason why Francisco had postponed the moment for introducing her new wife officially to everybody.
Francisco was an honest man, and told me the story in advance, honoring our friendship, communicating the secret to me, confessing Sandra (this was her name) had been of great consolation, comfort to his life. I thought it would be better if I gave him some advice, and Francisco accepted to take her wife to a social reunion held at his mansion, to introduce his new wife to all guests –my advice did work here.
I figured out my wife would take it, with necessary wisdom to manage this, and would behave in a better manner, now in the middle of a public reunion… but I never anticipated I would be the real problem here, a menace myself, for I began to realize how Sandra would catch my attention since first I saw her, a high class -refined woman, slender, precious face, that matched her age quite well. She was 45.
She was wearing a short, tight dress at the reunion and noticed she didn’t have panties on, plus my favorite, my weakness: high heels –black steel. This bitch appeared possessed by lust, pleasure, evil, and later I learned she loved to crawl on top of tables to stir males. I din't know I'd soon bend her over to fuck her cunt and ass together.
Her sculptured shaped gorgeous body made her appear a woman of 30 though. It shocked me more when getting my first sight of hers: dressed in a tight white skirt that fit closely to her body, low neck, to show off gorgeous breasts. One could guess they were firm and big, the owner of fantastic gym legs, endless pretty legs with silver high heel sandals, too luxurious indeed.
As I saw her I immediately fell in love with Sandra. I promised every effort, every progress I’d make on her, would be bound to only fuck her. It only took me seconds to classify that milf as a sex anxious bitch. She was a desirous slut looking for a company her husband Francisco had been unable to give her on the bed, judging from his old age, not to mention Francisco’s inclination and taste for alcohol.
As I kissed her in the cheek -we were introduced first- it took me quite an effort to control, and my hand began to make unconscious movements, beginning to lower down along her back to her ass crack, until it got to a nude, uncovered spot by the dress, close to the limit of her ass curve. I sensed as this lady acknowledged and denounced this movement of my hand.
She probably thought, after a split second, this was not that important or something worth be taken cared of… probably it had been her imagination, exaggerating or it had been an abuse a stranger touched her like that?
Well, at the end she kissed me back, saying hi, while addressing my wife: “Oh, congratulations. You’re in fact more beautiful than that. Your father says you’re extraordinarily pretty. You deserve this gallant husband.”
This utterance as she complimented me, meant only a massage bound for my intelligence: she undoubtedly had gotten my move, and had accepted me. I began to be important here.
That had been an endless night, coz Sandra’s smile of a white perfect teeth row had me possessed and haunted. Her eyes were of a deep blue like a doll, and a limp straight hair fell to her shoulders as she walked. This looked more to a beauty parade show of leggy women.
Sitting at the bar, my elbows resting on it, I noticed my dick had already gotten hard as having images of myself licking her sandals and penetrating that milf asshole which I wasn’t able to see in my dreams, obstructed, covered by a luxurious thin thong that run along the asscrack.
Francisco was happy, a well-off man, but had a problem: he drank too much, and obviously Sandra wouldn’t be fucked that night by her husband, missing good sex. To imagine how this mature deserved good fair sex, it drove me mad, perturbed.
My wife and I were the last persons to leave the party and no sooner we got home, I began to fuck her wildly, looking for relief; an innocent victim used as a respite. I don’t recall having fucked a woman like this in my lifetime, least my wife, so she had to pay for consequences; I was too horny that night, cunt eager and she was the one handy at the time on my bed. I gave her a good beating with my rod, no doubt. I couldn’t catch up my sleep thinking in Sandra, so I waited until my wife was soundly asleep and began to stroke my dick, having fantasies with Sandra on her 4’s, doggy style, my favorite, taking her ass first thing. My feelings around this milf were eternal.
All couples had to attend each and every one cultural event in the city, among them: Charity dinners, business reunions, picnics, or would spend one afternoon at Francisco’s mansion, where Sandra looked as if the Queen, a model. No matter how she dressed up, high heels with metal tip, or sandals, she always made me horny and wild. I never had a chance to get near her though… until out of the blue, an opportunity showed and I had an idea on how to get near her: would wait until Francisco left on a trip he had announced.
Her husband’s business trip came up so quickly and urgent that I only could afford the time to consider or plan ahead, just had a few minutes to make adjustments when leaving airport where I had dropped Francisco to catch his flight. These plans were intended to harass and court Sandra, and this made me to have a hard on immediately, not realizing I was already there, parking my sedan inside my father in law's big mansion.
Sandra met me at the door step, showing surprise in her look, at this inconvenient, and having problematic moment as well. I thought differently though. Another attitude, thinking this visit had been fine, ok, particularly at the sight of Sandra dressed in a tight mini skirt, at the door step, wearing white high heel shoes.
She showed me inside and offered whisky which I helped myself. As she turned around to fetch the drink, she again offered me a stunning sight, which I began to enjoy here: spectacular, awe-inspiring waist and figure. I lost control; slowly, approaching on her behind, put my hand around her waist and began to kiss her neck.
This made her shake; turned around and said: “Oh, what are you doing?”
I had to make my move fast: told her a whole account of my desires, but didn’t let her go, or step back, to keep a body contact and get a hold of her any moment, if necessary. I felt her aroma; noticed how my body became hot, what look like an infinite heat.
She stood there, silent, still; but said, looking me in the eye with tremulous voice: “Oh, Marcos, this is not good, you know we can’t…!”
I noticed she was a desperate, frantic woman eager to get fucked by a male like me, so I insisted, pressed on and pulled her against me, while my hands searched for an ass! “Oh, no Marcos.