My wife and I started going out when I was a second year microbiology student at the university, and she had recently started her first year of physiotherapy training at the city's main hospital. We had met just over a year earlier at the Methodist church where she and her parents were members, and where the University Chaplaincy was based. She was still at school in her A level year, and although we sort of became friends, there was no hint of a romantic relationship at that time.
I had a number of girl friends during my first year at university; most of these relationships were quite fleeting, but one lasted for nearly two terms, only petering out during the long summer vacation. When Susie became a student we started going to the same parties, and as I was foot-loose and fancy-free, one thing just led to another. Our first proper date, however, was at the beginning of the spring term around the time of her nineteenth birthday, when I took her to a concert in town, followed by dinner at a local Italian restaurant.
Over the next few weeks our relationship blossomed, and by the end of the summer term things had reached the point where we decided we would like to get engaged. By then I was a regular at her parents' house at weekends, and would occasionally stay over on the Saturday night – in the spare room I hasten to add, because despite the fact this was the Swinging Sixties, most of the swinging in the class we both came from was mostly in the mind, rather than in actual fact. The furthest we had gone up to that point was long sessions of snogging, and what was then known as heavy petting. Susie had a very nice pair of breasts – she still has over forty years later – and I had got as far as undoing her bra underneath her jumper to have a good feel, but that was about as far as things went.
Although Susie and I were certain, I still had to face her father, a prospect which terrified me. In those days it was still customary to ask one's future father-in-law for his daughter's hand in marriage, and as Susie was under twenty one years old, it was still not permissible to marry without parental permission. We had told Susie's mother and that was bad enough, but she had immediately given us her full blessing. So one Sunday afternoon after lunch the two women found an excuse to make themselves scarce, leaving me on my own with Susie's father. I somehow stumbled through my prepared speech, and he patiently listened to what I had to say, but when I had finished he declined to give his consent. Susie was still very young, he said, and suggested that I might ask him again, once I had completed my studies and had found a job.
As you might expect we were devastated. We were very much in love, and the thought of having to wait another year or more before we could even get engaged, let alone get married, was almost unbearable. The end of term came with no resolution of our situation, and I went back home with a heavy heart. On my way back from a week's holiday in Cornwall I stopped off at Susie's home for the weekend. She was very excited, and suggested that if I would like to speak to her father again, I might get a different answer, and to my surprise and relief, this time he said yes. It turned out that Susie's mother had argued our case, and in the end he had relented, mainly for the sake of peace and quiet I suspect.
When, years later, Susie told me that she and her father had been having regular sex for nearly nine months, right up to the time of his first heart attack, and the beginning of her studies, I saw his initial refusal in a different light. I wondered whether he might have been jealous that another man was going to take from him what he thought to be his right, or perhaps it was just proper parental concern. Eventually nearly two years later, Susie and I were married on the 4th July 1970, a date it is difficult to forget, and so embarked on our joint life journey, a partnership that has endured for more than forty three years.
Sadly, about six years after we were married, my father-in-law, of whom I was very fond, had a second heart attack and died, and that is the point at which this story really begins.
A year before my father-in-law's death I had been moved by my employer to a city in the North of England. About six months after his funeral I was invited to attend a week-long symposium back in Susie's home town, and rather stay in a hotel I stayed with Mum. Susie could not join me as she could not get the time off work, and was also five months pregnant with our first child.
My mother-in-law was approaching her sixtieth birthday, but despite her white hair, she was still a very attractive woman, and took great care over her appearance. When she was younger she had been a professional singer, and had played the principal role in a great many amateur productions of light opera where she had honed her considerable acting skills. She still had a very good figure, not quite the 23 inch waist of her youth, but still very trim, although her breasts were rather small, unlike Susie who was by that stage a 34DD. I had never seen her nude, although I had often wondered what she might look like without her clothes on.
I arrived at teatime on Sunday after a fairly uneventful trip down the M6 and M5, which was not always the case. I let myself into the house with my latchkey, and crossed the hall to go downstairs – the house was sort of upside down with the entrance hall and bedrooms on the ground floor, and the living rooms in the basement. My mother-in-law stood at the bottom of the stairs and greeted me with a hug and a chaste kiss on the lips, before ushering me into the sitting room, whilst she went back into the kitchen. She reappeared a moment or two later with a cup of tea and a piece of fruitcake - always the best way to relieve the stress of a long drive.
“I thought we would go out into the village for a meal tonight, there is a nice new bistro which I have wanted to try, but there has been no-one to share it with until tonight.”
“I need to phone Susie,” I replied, “just to let her know I have arrived safely, and I need to freshen up a little, so shall we say seven thirty? That will give you time to get your glad rags on and your make up freshened up. I want to be the envy of the restaurant tonight.”
When we got back to the house later that evening, after a very nice meal and a bottle of wine, Maria – that is my mother-in-law's name – offered me a glass of whisky and a mug of hot chocolate, whilst we sat to watch the late night arts programme on television. It had been a very pleasant evening in the company of an attractive woman, and I didn't want it to end. However, I was feeling rather drowsy by then, so I announced that it was time for me to go to bed, and standing up I bent down to kiss her goodnight. This kiss was rather less chaste than earlier, as she parted her lips slightly, and her tongue started to explore a little.
I fell asleep quickly, fancies flitting across my mind – wickedly delicious thoughts of what that kiss had meant, and pictures of what my mother-in-law might look like in just her undies, or even naked.
I woke up at about six in the morning needing to go to the loo, so I got out of bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom. I didn't bother with a dressing gown. It was quite mild, and I was only going to be few minutes, so I was naked, which is how I slept in those days. On my way back I noticed that door to my mother-in-law's bedroom was half open, and I could hear moaning sounds coming from inside. I moved closer to the door, to be met by the sight of Maria reflected in a large mirror at the foot of her bed. She was stark naked, straddling a chair, and riding a large lifelike dildo, whilst vigorously playing with her nipples and clitoris.
I was about to turn and go back to my room to masturbate, when she looked up, saw me and beckoned me into the room, lasciviously licking her lips as she did so. By now I had the beginnings of an erection, and as I walked into the room, she rather pointedly looked at my groin and smiled.
“Come and sit down on that other chair, William,” she said, “you can sit there and watch me enjoy my climax. Stroke your nice young cock for me, but don't come yet, I want you to ejaculate all over my breasts. I do so like the feel of hot spunk on my breasts.”
“Yyy yes, mother,” I stuttered, utterly transfixed by the sit of her naked body, and her pussy impaled on the dildo, which was slick and shiny with her juices. I was fascinated by her inner pussy lips which were large and pendulous, and which clung to the dildo as she rose up and down. Her clitoris was also quite large and fully engorged, the tip poking out of its hood like a little penis.
“Call me Maria,” she said, “Mother is so formal, and this week I am sure we are going to get to know each other very much more intimately. I haven't had a man since some time before your father-in-law died because of his illness, and I know that your love life has tailed off a bit this last couple of months. Now sit back and enjoy.”
She started to ride the dildo faster and faster, squeezing and stroking her clitoris as she went. She started to moan again as her excitement mounted, her mouth open and her head thrown back. Soon she started to quiver and then shake as her orgasm mounted within her, until with a scream of pleasure she went rigid, her body fully impaled on her artificial penis.
My penis was by now throbbing in my hands, and I desperately wanted to come, but remembering what she had said, I held off until she opened her eyes and looking at me said softly, “Come over her and jerk off all over my breasts. I want massage your lovely hot spunk into my skin, and then I will smell of you all day. It will keep me aroused and waiting for this evening, when I intend to get to know your cock much much better.”
That did it for me, I stood astride her and after only a couple more strokes of my penis my balls contracted and I pumped jet after jet of hot white come all over her breasts and face. It felt wonderful. I was in ecstasy, as exquisitely sweet sensations swept through my body, my legs shaking with the force of my orgasm.
“My, that was good, wasn't it,” Maria purred, licking my come off her lips.“ I haven't seen that much spunk in a long time, it was very exciting, and I will think about it all day so that I will really be hot for you when you get back from the university. I am going to plan a very naughty evening for us, and by the end you will be totally drained. I need to feel alive again, and there is nothing better for that than a good fuck with a beautiful young cock.”
With that she bent forward and took my cock into her mouth, gently sucking it, and running her tongue around the head, while she cupped my balls in her hand, and gently squeezed them, before running her finger nails down the insides of my thighs. She laughed in her musical way, then pulled away from me. “That's enough for now. You just think of me all day, and be ready for a very naughty session after dinner tonight. I will be wearing crotchless knickers all day – I love to feel the air around my pussy lips, and if you are very good boy, I will let you have a feel when you get in. I am sure you have never seen or felt pussy lips like mine, and I know that you are going to enjoy kissing and licking them. I am looking forward to it already, and I am getting very wet, but I won't touch myself during the day, so that I will be really horny when you get back. But off you go now. Breakfast will be in half an hour, so don't be late.”
The day seemed to drag by, and I found it very hard to concentrate during some of the less interesting presentations. It was easier during the breaks when I met up with professional colleagues and friends working in the same field as me. However, my cock seemed to have developed a mind of its own, and kept on threatening to embarrass me, particularly when I was talking to attractive female coworkers. Eventually six o'clock came, and I was able to get away, make up all sorts of excuses why I couldn't go out for a drink and a meal that evening. I promised myself that I would have to take at least one night off from my mother-in-law, otherwise they would start to become suspicious.
I let myself in again, and just like the day before Maria was standing at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing a housecoat, as she always did when she was cooking, with just enough buttons undone at the top for me to see that she only had her underwear on underneath. As I reached her she put her hands behind my head and pulled me to her for a kiss – a very erotic and drawn out kiss! She was a fantastic kisser. At times her long tongue would snake out to touch my mouth and trace around my lips, at other times only the tips of out tongues were touching as they flicked and danced with each other. When our mouths came together it was heavenly, our tongues deep in each others' mouths. We breathed in and out in synchrony, our breaths mingling, as we sought to share the very essence of each other.
I slid one hand down to caress her bottom, the other behind her back pulling her close into me, whilst she slid one hand down between our bodies to stroke my cock, which was by now very hard and standing to attention. Pulling away from me after what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes, Maria laughed and said, “My my, somebody's pleased to see me,” which may be the oldest cliché in the book, but sounded sexy, even sultry, the way she said it.
She then went into the kitchen, calling out as she went, “Go and sit down in the sitting room, and I will bring you a cup of tea and a toasted teacake. You'll need all your energy for what I have planned for you this evening and tonight. By the way, you'll find some interesting photographs on the side table.”
I sat down in an easy chair, and leaned across to pick up a pile of about twenty-five high quality 12 by 15 inch black and white photographic prints, all properly mounted on stiff card. My father-in-law had been a keen amateur photographer, and also an early cine enthusiast, experimenting with early super eight colour film back in the 1950s. I knew that there were a large number of cans of film in the cupboard under the stairs, most of them of family holidays. He had installed a fully equipped darkroom, with a 1960s state of the art enlarger, in a small room above the bathroom. It was clear from the topmost picture in the pile I was about to examine, that his interest had not only been in family and landscape photography, but also amateur pornography. Seeing the pictures I wondered whether there might also be some interesting cine film hidden away somewhere.
As I started to study the pictures, Maria came into the room with a mug of tea and a toasted teacake for each of us, and sat down in her usual chair opposite to me. She had taken off her housecoat, and was clad only in her lingerie, which was a bit distracting. As she had promised, she was wearing crotchless French knickers, and when she opened her legs as she sat down, I had a clear view of her large inner pussy lips hanging down between her legs. When she was comfortable, she crossed her legs, temporarily hiding the glories of her pussy, but the site of the pale flesh of her upper thighs, between her stocking tops and the legs of her knickers, was enough to keep me in a state of excitement.
“I hope you enjoy the pictures,” she said, “your father-in-law certainly enjoyed taking them, and it goes without saying that I did. I had so many wonderful orgasms. Unfortunately for the last year of his life, Kenneth was far too ill for sex, and I haven't had a cock in well over eighteen months. A dildo is just not the same.”
I started to leaf through the pictures, which to begin with were of my mother and father-in-law making love. They had clearly read the Kama Sutra, because they had experimented with a wide variety of sexual positions. The sharpness of the pictures was breathtaking; the lighting was perfect, and every detail of my father-in-law's cock and balls and my mother-in-law's pussy was displayed in crystal clear detail – no soft focus or blurred images here, so unlike the rather tame pornography of the day. The pictures were so erotic and arousing, it was all I could do to resist the temptation to take my cock out and masturbate. When I got to about the twelfth picture the subject matter changed slightly, and there were three very beautiful pictures of my mother-in-law in post orgasmic bliss, her legs apart and come trickling out of her pussy, so much more graphic in these high contrast black and white images than in today's colour pictures, the mixture of semen and vaginal juices glistening white against the darker grey of her skin.
It was when I turned to the next picture that I had a shock, because instead of my father-in-law, the picture was of another man about to insert his cock into Maria's very wet and wide open cunt, the head of his penis just nestling between the fold of her swollen inner labia. I recognised the man immediately as a close friend of the family, who had been the principal tenor in most of the amateur light opera productions that Maria had starred in over a fifteen year period from the late 1930s right up to my wife's second birthday.
Maria saw my look of shock and surprise, and giggled. “Didn't you wonder who was holding the camera in the pictures of Kenneth fucking me. We had such fun together we three. John's penis was longer and thinner than your father-in-law's, and I was able to comfortably take him in my anus; Kenneth's penis was just too fat .”
Sure enough, after several pictures of John fucking Maria in a variety of positions I came to one of her straddling him in what is now known as the reverse cowgirl position, almost fully impaled on his cock, with a look of utter ecstasy on her face. I noticed that neither man wore a condom in any of the pictures, and when I queried this, Maria replied that she used a diaphragm, and always douched afterwards, adding that there was no longer any risk of an unwanted pregnancy, given her age, so I could fuck her without a condom to my heart's content.
“Didn't Mary, John's rather prim and proper wife, ever suspect?” I asked.
“Not at all,” replied Maria, “we were always very careful, and of course, when we were rehearsing John had every excuse to come round. Poor Mary, she really didn't like sex at all; far too messy. She was much happier with her knitting circle, and sick visiting.”
When I had finished going through the pictures, Maria stood up, giving me a brief and very delicious flash of her pussy, which was now glistening with her juices. “Time for supper, “she said, “so take your seat at the table, like a good boy, and I will serve you. Oh, you are allowed to touch me now, in fact if you don't I shall be most disappointed. I think you will find that the flavour of my pussy juices is a perfect complement to the first course of mulligatawny soup.”
Maria went out to the kitchen, and when she came back in with the soup, she was dressed in a lacy little bib and apron, the white contrasting nicely with her black knickers and stockings. She had removed her bra, so that when she leaned forward I had a delightful view of her small, but perfectly proportioned beasts with their prominent dark nipples. I slid my hand up the back of her thighs, and between her legs, gently parting the folds of her pussy to find the dark wet heart within. I slipped two fingers into the entrance to her cunt, causing her to sigh contentedly, and bringing them to my mouth I licked them slowly, savouring her nectar, which did indeed make the most delightful and exotic hors d'oeuvre.
That dinner must rate as one of the most delicious I have ever experienced. To be served wonderful food, accompanied by fine wine, by a scantily clad and sexually aroused woman, ranks very high on my list of all-time sexual fantasies. Even better was that I was able to feast my eyes as well as my appetite on a woman at the peak of her sexual prowess, who encouraged me to caress and fondle her breasts, bottom and pussy at every opportunity throughout the meal. The conversation was as good as the food, and was as racy and suggestive as anything heard these days on porn sites. Maria told me in great detail, in a voice dripping with lust and desire, how much she was going to enjoy being fucked, and all the naughty things we were going to do to each other once the meal was over. God, this was like phone sex without the hindrance of a phone. I really thought I had died and gone to heaven, and my level of arousal was higher than I had ever known.
As it turned out, that dinner was just the prelude to a week of the most delectable debauchery, and over the course of the next few days I discovered that there was little that my mother-in-law did not know about men's sexual fantasies, or how to inflame and satisfy them. As I said, she was an accomplished amateur actress, and she played the part of the courtesan that week to absolute perfection. What a contrast, I thought, to the rather proper and severe woman I had first seen in the choir at church sitting next to my wife, an appearance that led me to ask Susie who that old battle-axe was. Maria made me pay for that remark the first time I stayed the night at their house, by coming into my bedroom in the morning, pulling back the covers, and dropping a very cold hot water bottle onto my naked tummy.
Over the years, as my mother-in-law grew older, I saw her acting skills displayed in full, as she reflected back to each member of the family the kind of person they wanted her to be. With me she was always flirtatious and sexy right up to the point that dementia robbed her of her personality, although we had stopped fucking in her early seventies when her vaginal secretions dried up and it became too uncomfortable. To my wife's brother and sister, however, she increasingly played the part of a helpless old lady, which caused us much hilarity.
We wrapped up the meal with coffee and After Eights, and in my case, a glass of fine whisky. While she was making the coffee Maria removed her apron, and whilst we drank she sat opposite me in her chair with her legs blatantly parted, playing with her clitoris and labia, opening them up for me as she stroked herself to display the gates of Paradise within. She was very wet, and her breathing had become noticeably quicker, and almost before I could finish my whisky, she jumped up and said, “Come one, William, I am desperate for your cock, and I really can't wait any longer. Join me in the bathroom,” and with that command she walked out of the door and up the stairs.
As I walked through the bathroom door, she grabbed me, and pulling my face down to hers, gave me a kiss that was even hotter than the one we had shared earlier, whilst hungrily undoing my shirt and trousers. I shrugged off my shirt, and as my trousers fell to the floor, Maria pulled my briefs down and started to fondle my cock with one hand whilst holding my balls in the other. She had long nails, and she knew how to use them to maximum effect, running them up and down the shaft of my cock and across my balls, in between circling my cock with thumb and forefinger and running her hand up from the base to the tip and down again. “Much more of this,” I thought, “and I am going to come all over her.” The sensations in my cock and balls were sensational, and deep waves of pleasure were beginning to radiate into my groin and tummy.
I started to thrust my hips involuntarily as I grew ever closer to exploding in a fountain of come, but Maria was an expert, however, and she broke away when she felt my cock begin to throb and my balls to contract with the beginning of my orgasm. She turned away from me, and in a voice thick with desire, begged me to pull her knickers down. I put my hands into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down, over the twin mounds of her cheeks and down her legs, so that they fell to the floor around her ankles.
Maria parted her legs and leaned forward presenting her swollen and prominent labia to me in an invitation of pure lust. “Kneel down and kiss me please darling, I'm begging you, please kiss my pussy, I really need to come soon.”
I needed no further invitation, but knelt behind her and started to kiss and lick her very wet pussy, sucking her lips into my mouth. They felt so luscious, plump and yielding like an overripe peach, and the taste of her juices was even better than the fine wine and whisky I had enjoyed earlier – pure ambrosia.
Maria was moaning with pleasure, and her hips were beginning to move backwards and forwards, as she pushed her pussy hard against my mouth. “Lie down on your back,” she commanded, “ I want to ride your mouth until I come.”
Although Susie was the first person I fucked, I had honed my oral skills on a number of previous girlfriends, and had discovered that I really loved licking pussy. Giving a woman an orgasm by cunnilingus was something I enjoyed almost more than fucking, so I was only too happy to oblige. Maria knelt either side of my head, straddling my face, and slowly lowered herself on to me. The musky smell of her vagina filled the air, acting like a powerful aphrodisiac on my senses, and making my cock harder than ever – it was pulsing in time with my heart beat, as the blood coursed through the veins on its surface, and the glans almost ached it was so engorged. As Maria rode my face, I thrust my tongue as far as it would go into her cunt, whilst she flicked and squeezed her clitoris for all she was worth.
It didn't take her long to come that first time. Very soon I felt her body stiffen and her legs start to shake, and she was screaming at the top of her voice, “Oh yes, that is so heavenly, oh, oh, oh, aarrgh,” almost incoherent in her ecstasy. When she came her cunt flooded with her juices, which coated my face, and I drank on this heavenly drink like I had never done before. I was so excited that I was almost on the verge of coming myself, but I held back, so that when I finally penetrated her inner sanctum I would have as near perfect an orgasm as possible.
As her orgasm subsided, Maria slumped forwards onto my body, and we lay there for a while until she had recovered sufficiently to stand up. She then indicated that she wanted us to wash each other, mainly by signs, so overcome was she by the intensity of her climax that she found it difficult to speak. We washed each other's genitals tenderly and lovingly, and having dried each other with the soft fluffy towels that Maria had put on the chair, we walked across the hall to her bedroom for the start of a night of unparalleled pleasure.
I had been aroused almost from the time I had descended the stairs to be share that first kiss, and had been on the edge of a climax for over an hour, so I was desperate for release. As soon as we were in the room, I pushed Maria forwards to the bed and told her to bend over with her legs apart. Almost before she was settled, I placed the head of my penis in the entrance to her cunt, and with one thrust buried myself deep in its soft recesses. It was like being encased in a warm wet velvety glove, the walls clinging to my shaft as I stared to thrust in and out, pulling out almost to the full extent if my penis, then plunging back in. I was fascinated by the way her prominent and engorged inner lips clung to the shaft of my cock as I pulled out, and then embraced and caressed the shaft as I thrust back in. I have never seen a sight so beautiful, and I started to glow all over as rapture started to take me over.
As I gradually increased the pace, Maria started to thrust against me, rolling her hips to increase the sensation of my cock, as it plundered the heart of her sex. Very soon I could feel my orgasm approaching. My legs began to quiver and shake, and I could feel the semen building up in my loins until the pressure could be contained no longer, and it spurted out in wave after wave of exquisite joy. Such was the amount that I ejaculated, that it flooded Maria's cunt, and forced its way back down my penis and onto our thighs. Feelings of ecstasy flooded throughout my body and I felt as if I was floating on a sea of pure azure, with golden light bathing our united bodies. My orgasm triggered Maria to a second paroxysm of bliss, and her body shook and writhed in my hands as she was utterly consumed by intense and piercing pleasure.
As we came down from the heights, still coupled together, I looked down and saw that I still had my socks on, a ludicrous sight, but I didn't care. The pleasure I had just experienced was like nothing that had gone before, including making love to Susie. This was in part because of the amazing imaginativeness and greater experience of my mother-in-law – Susie had never had much of a sexual imagination, leaving it to me to lead the way - but also because of the taboo nature of what we were doing. As my cock deflated we pulled apart rather stiffly, the tension in our legs still not dissipated. We climbed into bed and for the next hour or so just kissed and cuddled, and whispered meaningless endearments into each others ears, as lovers do.
Maria and I fucked three more times that night, most memorably when I lay on my back and she straddled me, riding up and down on my cock, and rotating her hips as she went, until we both came in mutual orgasms of great beauty and tenderness. In the morning I was woken by yet more wonderful sensations in my cock, and looking down I saw Maria's head, bobbing up and down. I cannot think of a better way to be woken up than a slow and sensuous blow job.
That night I had learned just how imaginative and voracious my mother-in-law was in bed, as over the course of several hours she teased and titillated me using her lips, tongue and teeth, but most of all those wicked finger nails which she could use to amazing effect.
For the rest of the week we slept together, and although the sex was not as intense as that first night, it was still an experience of the most extraordinary beauty, transporting us both to a plane of bliss that I for one had never attained before. On the third night Maria asked me to fuck her anus, so I spent a very delicious hour licking her sweet rosebud - a first for me - and then stretching her with my fingers, liberally coated in KY jelly, in preparation for penetration with my cock. This was the first time I had tried anal sex, as Susie just couldn't bring herself to try it, and I enjoyed it immensely, coming twice deep inside Maria's rectum in the space of about forty five minutes. After her first climax, Maria inserted her dildo into her cunt, and she came several more times, her orgasms coming in waves of increasing intensity until finally she almost lost consciousness, so intense were the sensations.
Finally Friday came, and with sadness I packed my bags ready to take the long drive home. We actually made love once more before I set off, but as I made my way out of town and onto the motorway, I wondered if there would ever be another opportunity for me to enjoy this amazing woman.
It was a couple of days after I arrived home that Susie told me about her sexual awakening by her father. I was so aroused by her confession that I was able to fuck her to several climaxes that night, my penis remaining hard and erect for several hours, despite coming three times myself. I must admit that I was thinking of my mother-in-law some of the time – Susie was very like her in some ways.
A couple of weeks before the baby was due, Susie announced that her mother would be coming to stay with us for a month once it had arrived. Not surprisingly this made me very nervous, since I didn't think it would be possible to hide our relationship over that length of time, nor was I at all certain that I would be able to keep my hands off her for more than a few hours after her arrival. In fact, I was damn sure that I would want to take her to bed as soon as I set eyes on her.
It was with some trepidation, therefore, that I started to explain to Susie that I had fucked her mother almost every night of my stay three months earlier. I hadn't got very far with my excuses and abject apologies, when she interrupted me with a laugh, “I know all about that. Mum phoned me on the Tuesday morning, and gave me a blow by blow account of your bedtime activities! We had a nice long sexy talk, comparing notes, and reminiscing about Dad. We both had our hands in out knickers, and had a couple of very nice simultaneous orgasms – it's a pity you can't record phone conversations, I'm sure you would have been really turned on by the sounds of our ecstasy. Since then I have just been waiting for you to gather the courage to confess, and I can't wait to share the news with Mum. In fact I will ring her first thing in the morning, and tell her to bring lots of toys with her – I think we will need them!”
I was dumbfounded and couldn't think of anything to say, but Susie went on, “When she gets here, put her case in our room. We will be all sleeping in the same bed for the whole month, and I am looking forward to nightly group sessions once my vagina has recovered from the birth. To start with, however, I shall just have to masturbate whilst I watch you and Mum fucking the living daylights out of each other. Oh, I am so turned on thinking about it that I need to come now, so get down between my legs where you belong and put your wicked tongue to good use.”
Our first daughter was born just over two weeks later on the hottest night of a very hot summer. Five days later, on the afternoon that I brought them home from hospital, Maria arrived. As she stepped into the hall she gave me a package wrapped up in brown paper and tied with a nice red ribbon. It was about 12 by 15 inches in size and several inches thick, and I think you can guess what was in it. The full details, however, and the story of the delightful debauchery we enjoyed over the next few weeks must wait for another time.
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