It was Wednesday morning; Gillian had just left, and I was in the shower getting ready for a possible visit from Sylvia, Gillian's mother.

Earlier, I had used my Skull Buster razor to remove any growth in my crotch; it is very efficient and leaves no stubble. I hate stubble in the crotch; it can leave a nasty impression on anyone who goes there. I had shaved my pubis and then my upper and inner thighs; finally, my cock and balls. While holding my cock out of the way, I ran the razor over my balls several times, and then I shaved my cock; the hard-on I had in anticipation of the visit made shaving my cock easier.

After a shav,e I usually had a nice firm hard-on, and I masturbated, often using my non-dominant left hand, as it felt less like me that way and helped fuel my fantasies. However, today I had to resist those temptations. I pulled my foreskin fully back and soaped my cockhead, the sensation wild enough to almost make me cum on the spot.

I held back; I stopped washing when I got close, only resuming when things had calmed enough. I gave my arse a thorough wash, using a finger to ensure I was clean inside and out, and then I turned the showerhead to a needle and drove all the soap residue off me.

Satisfied that my cleanliness was complete, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a clean bath sheet. I wanted no deodorant or perfume on me; they often had an unpleasant taste on the tongue. No, I didn't want that, and also, I wanted to smell of me, not soaps or perfumes. I loved sex with Gillian after we had both showered; her taste was divine; it needed no enhancing.

I brushed my teeth, rinsed them, and left the bathroom. I was just wondering how long I should wait, when I heard the front door unlock and then open. There are only three keyholders: myself, Gillian, and her mother, Sylvia. Gillian always calls when opening the door; there was no calling. I took the towel and folded it, and placed it on my chair, and lay on the bed, on my back, my cock pointing straight at the ceiling.

I heard treads on the stairs; the bedroom door opened more, and in stepped Sylvia. She was wearing a trench coat-style gabardine, the belt tied, not buckled. I could see her stockings below and the tall stiletto heels of a call girl.

"Good, you are ready." She produced a crop from seemingly nowhere and swished it over my cock, thankfully missing. "Don't move," she said, swishing the crop again.

She untied the belt and opened her trench coat. Underneath, I could see that she was only wearing underwear. A black bra held up her breasts, a magnificent cleavage glistening in between. A black three-strap suspender belt held up her stockings, and a pair of almost sheer black knickers completed the outfit. She shrugged her arms, and her trench coat slipped down her arms to the floor. She stood with her legs apart, her knickers stretched tight over her crotch.

"Jesus, Sylvia, how can you say that Phil doesn't get turned on?" My god, he is a lump of wood."

"No, Anders, a lump of nice hard wood I could use; Phil, not so much so." She ran the end of the crop along the length of my cock and then gave a small flick. It barely touched my cock, but the heat from the strike was tremendous.

She turned the crop around and ran the handle end along her fanny crease, pushing her knickers inside her valley, and when she reached her fanny, she pushed the handle inside herself along with a good helping of her knickers. It was obscene, and my cock felt like it was going to explode. She pulled the handle out and pointed it at me.

"Suck it." I wasn't going to argue; I ran my tongue around the end of the crop handle, tasting her. Her flavour and aroma assaulted my tongue and nose.

"Much like sucking my fanny." She said, then pulled it away and licked it herself, "Hmm, simmering, not yet at the boil."

She climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her head almost to the ceiling. "Lick," she commanded and crouched down, her knees bending and her knicker-covered fanny touching my nose. I went to raise my hands to move her knickers and received a sharp strike from the crop. "No hands."

I tried to use my tongue to reach her fanny, but her knickers were still pushed tightly against her. I grabbed at a wrinkle with my teeth and started pulling them out. As I pulled, another wrinkle became available, and I pulled at that instead. Each wrinkle of cloth that I pulled was wetter than the previous; each tasted and smelled of Sylvia.

I managed to get her whole gusset in my mouth, and I pulled it to one side, finally providing me with access to her valley. My tongue slipped between her labia, tasting her heady yet salty-sweet secretions. She gurgled a little when my tongue reached her clitoris and even more when I pressed on it with my nose. My tongue was in her labia trench. I pursed my lips and sucked on one of her labia, pulling it into my mouth before releasing it and then running my wet tongue on her other labium to suck on it.

I moved along her valley, alternating between sucking on one labium and then the other, getting closer to her entrance, while the gusset of her knickers stretched across one side of my face. As I reached her entrance, I ran my tongue around the rim of her fanny and then pushed in as far as I could. I then sucked with all my might, as if trying to suck her fanny inside out.

Sylvia pulled away and stood up straight, still straddling my face and looking directly at me. "Don't disappoint Anders, don't disappoint." She stepped back and crouched again, using my cock to move her knickers to one side. She sank and engulfed my cock. Jesus, that felt wonderful. She was wet, and my cock just slid in with little resistance, my foreskin sliding back as I reached her depth.

Looking down, I could see the crinkle of her arse, and just below that, her fanny was engorged and pressed wide around my cock. I reached down and took her buttocks in my hands and started easing them apart and closing them, her crinkle opening and closing a little, almost winking at me. Sylvia raised herself a little; more of my cock came into view, her fanny lips almost kissing at it as I moved her buttocks.

I raised my hips a little, pushing my cock inside her and pressing up as hard as I could. I then relaxed, my cock coming back out, but only as far as Sylvia allowed; she had been careful not to give me too much freedom. I fucked back into her, pulling her buttocks far apart as I did, and then as I withdrew, I relaxed her buttocks, her crinkle closing as I did so.

As I fucked my wife's mother, I could feel my foreskin slide along my shaft, and my cockhead rub at her very depth, stimulating me and bringing me to a boil. I started to fuck faster, going as deep as I could, feeling the ridges of her fanny as my cockhead passed them. Sylvia suddenly straightened and stood up; my cock came out and was sticking up, waving at nothing, searching for a home. My pressures relaxed; my orgasm receded.

Sylvia pulled her knickers down, stepped out of them, and dropped them onto the floor. Then, stepping back, she crouched again, her fanny pressed against my face and nose, my senses filled with the scents and tastes of my mother-in-law's fanny. I felt the heat from her mouth as she wrapped it around my cock, wanking me with her mouth; my pressure built again.

Sylvia rubbed herself on my face, pressing my nose into her valley as she rubbed and rubbed, her arousal growing, her wetness increasing, her scent almost overpowering. My cock was being fellated, her tongue pressing at the little slit at the end.

I could feel her fanny pulsing, her labia quivering around my nose, and I knew she was close. I pushed my tongue inside her fanny as far as I could and started pumping it as if fucking. Sylvia started rocking a little faster, pressing her clitoris against my nose. My tongue was dipping in and out of her fanny as she moved; she was fucking my face.

She pressed down, hard, flattening my nose against her clitoris; she gasped, and she squirted into my open mouth, warm and earthy.

"God," she said in between gasps, then "Good."

She stood up and got off the bed. She picked up her coat and put it on, tying the belt. She turned to me. "Good boy, see you soon," she said, flicked the crop against my cock, and left.

My cock was stinging, and my balls were full. What the actual fuck had that been? Was she a closet dominatrix? Would my wife Gillian have the same tendencies? I lay there a little stunned, knowing what I had just experienced but not believing it.

The front door opened, and Gillian called, "Only me."

I looked towards the bedroom door and saw Sylvia's knickers on the floor, glistening. I dived off the bed and grabbed them and put them in my bedside drawer. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me, and went and stood on the landing.

"Oh, you're back early," I called.

"Yes," she called upstairs, "I forgot my office key."

"Okay, I'm just going into the shower." I stank of sex; I had to get washed before Gillian came even close to me.

I turned on the shower, got in, and started lathering when Gillian entered the ensuite.

"Pity I don't have time; a little session is what I need right now," she said.

"Are you sure you can't spare fifteen minutes?"

"No, I really can't, but I will try and get away early, and we can fuck before tea."

"And then again later?" I asked.

"Ha ha, will you be up for double dipping?" She laughed and left. That had been close – too close.

I was hard the rest of the day, my cock sore in my jockeys, rubbing, wanting relief. Goddamn Sylvia, she had left me horny and had just taken her own perverted pleasure. I had to think of a way to get my own back.

"Only me," Gillian called as she walked through the door later, home early as I had hoped. "I hope you are ready for me; I have been thinking of this all day."

"So have I, sweetheart, so have I," I replied as I waited for her in the bedroom. I heard her drop the latch and come upstairs. She walked into the room and looked at me, lying naked on the bed, my cock in my hand, waiting for her. She smiled.

Her jacket was first off and lay on her chair. Her skirt was next, joining the jacket. Her blouse was slowly unbuttoned and pulled off to join the growing pile. I slowly wanked my cock as she stripped. Hands behind her back, she unclipped her bra, leaning forward. Her hands held the cups over her breasts while the straps fell down her arms. She pulled the bra away in one stroke, her beautiful breasts free, staring at me.

She ran her hand over her mons, pressing her knickers into her crease; she ran a finger up and down before hooking her hands into the waist and pulling her knickers down and off. She held them in her hand and walked over to the bed and draped her wet, soiled knickers over my nose. Her aroma was intense and would make mercury hard.

Gillian took my hand off my cock and replaced it with her mouth, engulfing me, sucking me in as she climbed the bed and settled her crotch over my face. I pulled her knickers away from my face, and Gillian rubbed her sex on my nose as her mouth wanked my cock.

"Oh God, baby," I gasped as she worked her wiles. She knew I could not resist her, and she worked me to keep me honest and true to her.

I licked her crease, my tongue rubbing her labia as I moved, my nose pressing at her clitoris as she pushed down on me. "Baby, I cannot hold on much longer," I gasped as her mouth moved up and down my cock. Her suction was sliding my foreskin along my shaft while her tongue stimulated the very sensitive area of skin beneath my rim. She slowly released my cock from her mouth and her fanny from my face; moving down me, she hovered her fanny over my cock.

I reached down and gripped my cock and aimed it up at her fanny, penetrating her as she sank. Facing away from me, I had the perfect view of her fanny lips stretching around my cock as she moved up and down. I wet my finger in her juices and slid it along the crease in her arse, pressing slightly at her crinkle.

She shuddered when I pressed my finger against her rear, but I did not penetrate fully; I only provided a hint, even a threat, of penetration. Gillian clenched, her fanny squeezing my cock, as if trying to wring it. As Gillian rose, I pushed down into the bed, and as she sank, I pushed up, accentuating the fucking. My foreskin moved easily inside her fanny, riding up and down my shaft, my cockhead baring itself at the entrance to her womb, her depth tickling my most sensitive spot.

Gillian rocked back and forth at a furious pace; her desire and need were almost overwhelming. I was a passenger on her ride to satisfaction, and I loved it. Was I becoming a sub? First, my mother-in-law had been in control, and now it was my wife.

I could feel the pressure; I knew I was about to cum. I hoped it was not too soon for Gillian; I need not have worried.

"Oh fuck yes," Gillian roared and pushed down hard on me; her fanny clamped and squeezed as her orgasm erupted. My cock followed suit, filling her fanny and flooding her womb. I was spent.

"God, I needed that," she gasped. "I really did."