The Education of Emma
One thing people are never truly aware of as they grow into adulthood is how sexually naïve they really are. Most of us are bombarded throughout our teen years with sexual images and innuendos, yet we think our ignorant backseat groping and dorm room fumbling indicate we understand ourselves and our sexuality. Sadly, I was like that. Sure, I necked with boyfriends in the back seats of their cars. I was a fairly good-looking teenager, so many boys felt me up on dates, and I was happy to let them. However, no one got to home plate. I was saving my virginity for my future husband, and thought it a noble notion.
Jimmy swept me off my feet. We met during my second year at State U. He was a tall, handsome man, the kind I always dreamed of marrying. He proposed to me about a year later. We decided not to get married until we graduated, but it seemed like the time to offer him my virginity. I felt no fireworks, no explosions of orgasmic bliss. I wondered what all the fuss was about; he got on top of me, and within a minute or two it was over. Don’t get me wrong. I knew what an orgasm was from occasional masturbation, but those weren’t exactly stupendous. I figured it for normal.
Jimmy and I married on a beautiful June day. We postponed our honeymoon so we could look for jobs. With the terrible economy, our pickings were either slim or none. Without the proverbial pot to piss in, we swallowed our pride and accepted the offer to stay with Jimmy’s parents while we looked for work.
Marty and Wendy were pretty well-to-do since Marty sold his business. He joked about being “prematurely retired.” Their house was a marvelous ranch at the outskirts of town. Marty was proud of the fact they didn’t have a neighbor within a half-mile. (“So Wendy and I can go skinny dipping in the hot tub without anyone looking” he said to me once with a wink.) They were nice enough people, so I didn’t mind living with them.
Jimmy was always worried that we’d make “too much noise” in bed, but I couldn’t see that happening. It’s not as if I howled at the moon. I soon learned why my husband was worried. His mom and dad DID make a lot of noise. Many nights I’d hear the bed slam their bedroom wall in a rhythmic beat followed by Wendy’s muffled screams. Hearing them bothered both of us. For Jimmy, it was the embarrassment of hearing his parents having sex like teenagers. For me however, it was the realization that I had a pathetic love life; as a relative newlywed, I was envious of my in-laws for thoroughly enjoying something I’d failed to grasp as enjoyable. I wasn’t so naïve as to not know that sex meant more to many people than it meant to me, but I pretty well chalked that up to being my fault. Maybe I was frigid, like the old-timers used to say. I began to think I’d talk to my gynecologist next time I saw her, though I also knew I’d probably chicken out before I brought up the subject of sex.
Jimmy was the first one of us to find a job. He was ecstatic, and we had a little party to celebrate. His folks gave him a new briefcase, and included me in on the gift, as I certainly didn’t have any money to buy my husband anything. That night I offered myself as his gift, and he happily took me, grunting away.
A new chapter of my life began when Jimmy went to work. Luckily the job wasn’t far enough away he couldn’t commute. I stayed with Marty and Wendy during the day, combing the internet job sites and sending out resumes. My in-laws were gracious enough to leave me alone while I did my searches and attempted to network.
One afternoon I found them naked and in the hot tub. “Hi there, Emma. How about taking a break and join us,” Wendy called out.
“Okay, I guess. I’ll go put my bathing suit on.”
Marty chuckled while Wendy said, “You don’t have to be shy around us now that we’re family.”
“It would be the first time anyone’s worn a bathing suit in here,” Marty said, then chuckled again.
Wendy turned to my father-in-law and said, “Okay, let’s not embarrass her, dear.” She turned to me and said, “If it makes you more comfortable, Emma, then by all means put on a suit.”
I went back into the house to change. My bikini was fairly conservative as bikini’s go, and I knew I’d be comfortable enough wearing it in front of them. I wanted to be accepted by them, be part of the family, so I couldn’t very well have declined the invitation. All I had to do was pretend they weren’t naked.
When I emerged from the house, Marty gave me a wolf-whistle, and Wendy said, “You look great, honey,” as she slid over closer to Marty to make room for me in the tub. Marty added, “My boy sure knows how to pick ‘em.”
I didn’t want to stare, but both of them were in pretty good shape for their age. Of course all I could really see was above the bubbling waterline. Marty was lean and buff, and surprisingly appeared to have had a wax job, with no chest or arm hair. Wendy’s breasts were smaller than mine, but still looked firm.
“Would you like a beer?” Marty asked me as he stood up.
I hoped I stifled the gasp that tried to escape my lips. His chest wasn’t the only place waxed smooth. The man was hung, and wasn’t exactly limp at that moment either. He looked at me and smiled, aware of my reason for not answering him.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Wendy said, “I have that same reaction every time I see him, and I get to sleep with him every night.” She turned to Marty, “Now, stop posing and get her a beer. Me too.”
I couldn’t help myself. I watched Marty walk to a small bar refrigerator against the house and pull three beer bottles out, his cock fantastically swinging and swaying all the way. I didn’t have any experience with men so I didn’t have too much to compare Marty against except for his son, and Jimmy didn’t inherit that part of his anatomy.
We drank our beers and made small talk for a while until Wendy sidled up closer and whispered, “My son doesn’t do it for you.” It was a statement, not a question. I looked at her but didn’t know what to say. She whispered again, “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re horny; I can tell those things. We love you, Emma, and I’m sorry if Jimmy isn’t…satisfying…you. You look like you could use a good lay.”
I was aghast, both for her candor and the veracity of her observation. I had to hear my in-laws have sex to realize what I have been missing in my life. Was I that transparent? After he went to fetch us more beer, Marty said with a chuckle in his voice, “Honey, why don’t you at least take that top off and let those beauties get some air.”
Wendy gave him a dirty look and said, “Don’t be teasing her. She’s a big girl and can do what she wants.”
But she had been correct. I needed something, if only to get out of the rut I was in. “No, I think that’s a marvelous idea,” and pulled my bikini bra off.
Marty whistled again. “Wowwie! I was right. They are beauties! What do you think, dear?”
Wendy answered, “You’re right as usual, honeybunch, they are beautiful, and just look at those nipples!” I blushed and looked down at my breasts. My areolas had blushed and darkened too, while my nipples had stiffened considerably.
“Okay, let’s stop looking, we’re embarrassing her for sure now,” she said to her husband.
I was on my third beer and feeling it when Marty said we should get out of the tub before we shriveled up. They had some patio lounge chairs on the back deck, so we went to those, but not before Wendy coaxed me out of my bikini bottoms. “You’re at home with us dear. You need to impress Jimmy with an overall tan.”
We spread low SPF sunscreen on each other as Marty sat across from us and watched. “Damn if you two rubbing each other like that isn’t getting an old man hot and bothered.”
I looked at him, smiling, but the smile dropped from my face when I saw his cock had risen significantly.
Wendy interpreted my shock as unease, and said, “Please forgive us, Emma dear. I think we’re a bit more open in our sexuality than you’re accustomed to. Don’t be upset at Marty. He’s seeing you for what you are, a beautiful, voluptuous woman and not a daughter-in-law.”
Marty cuffed his erect cock and added, “Yeah, sometimes this thing has a mind of its own.”
I forced a laugh, yet it was difficult for me to take my eyes away from his amazing erection. I should be ashamed at having these thoughts. He was my father-in-law, for God’s sake, and yet I was daydreaming of what it would feel like if he was between my thighs. Her lounge chair beside mine, Wendy stared at my crotch until she arose from her chair and knelt near my head. She whispered in my ear, “Oh dear, you’re wet! I’m so sorry we’ve got you horny, I really am.”
I couldn’t believe what she said, until I looked down between my legs and saw the tell-tale glistening under sunshine of my juices on my pubic hair and on the inside of my thighs. The wetness was unprecedented.
“I…I…I…” I tried to speak, but she placed a finger at my lips.
“You don’t have to explain. I understand. We understand,” Wendy said. She lay back down in her lounge chair, spreading her legs wide to tease her husband, who by the looks of his cock didn’t need any further teasing.
Marty said to his wife, “Christ, all I need is for Emma to do that and I’ll have a touchless cum for sure!”
Wendy laughed. “Why her? I don’t do it for you anymore?” she said. I knew she was teasing him, but it still made me uncomfortable hearing them talk so openly about me, sex and arousal. Of course my discomfort included the lascivious thoughts roiling in my brain about Marty’s sizable tool that he had no intention of hiding from his own daughter-in-law. His cock wasn’t the only thing that had a mind of its own; my legs ever so slowly eased apart.
“That does it, woman!” Marty bellowed as he leapt from his chair. Wendy giggled as he approached. I lay still, mesmerized by his erection as he drew closer. He winked at me, reached down, lifted his giggling wife from her lounge chair, and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carried her into the house. After several minutes, I heard Wendy’s orgasmic screams. They seemed to go on and on; something I couldn’t fathom. I closed my eyes and imagined Marty was fucking me and I was screaming like that. My fingers were at my clit and I rubbed furiously, until I surprised myself with a loud wail as the superb orgasm overwhelmed me.
I was surprised by Wendy’s voice behind me. “Look at her, she’s still cumming.”
Marty hovered over me and said, “Those tits of yours sure are beautiful when they heave like that.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “My boy’s a lucky man.” He went back into the hot tub, but Wendy sat down at the edge of my chair.
“You okay?” then she laughed, and said, “Of course you’re okay, you just climaxed!”
“I’m okay…now,” I said, and then we both laughed.
“I know I keep repeating it, but I just want to make sure you don’t get the wrong impression about us. Marty and I have always been crazy sexually, and we don’t hide it, but maybe Jimmy has never been accepting of that fact. All I know is my husband will be fantasizing about you for a while now that he’s seen you naked, and saw the way you looked at him. Every man needs a look like that.” Smiling, she winked at me. “You are a hot looking gal…what a body…I’m glad you showed it to us.” She bent down to kiss me but it wasn’t on the forehead.
Wendy was kissing me full on the lips! I was shocked yet I didn’t stop her. As she insinuated her tongue between my trembling lips, something began to burn inside me. Even my husband didn’t kiss me this way. When her hand went to my vulva, I couldn’t help but moan, though it was stifled by her lips on mine.
When she pulled her lips away, she said, “I just had to do that.”
I was superheated and trying to catch my breath.
Wendy took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts. “I should have told you that I’m quite bisexual, and when you joined us in the hot tub earlier, Marty wasn’t the only one you turned on. Please don’t be angry with me for the kiss.”
I felt flushed. “Whew! I’m not angry, just surprised and maybe overwhelmed. It’s been a long time since I felt like this.”
Which wasn’t the truth; maybe I’ve never felt like this. And kissing a woman! What a day of revelations this has been—about me, my repressed sexuality, and the sad state of my marriage bed. I let Wendy take me by the hand and lead me to the hot tub to join Marty. He was sitting on the edge with only his legs in the water, and he’d obviously been watching us. He certainly wasn’t embarrassed about his new erection, saying “Who needs a blue pill with you two around.”
My father-in-law was driving me crazy. Did he know it? His arousal sure made me feel good about my body in ways mere words or compliments couldn’t do. The visceral rawness of what happened today—their open sexuality, their spontaneous fucking, their candor about me, and my fantasizing that led to masturbation—had turned my perception of the world upside down. Marty was looking at me, and I loved it. Our eyes remained locked together as I approached the hot tub, and I read in his eyes his desire for me. Of course if it was obvious to me then it must be obvious to his wife. Instead of the jealousy I thought I’d see, Wendy seemed to be encouraging it.
Nonetheless, after I climbed back into the hot tub, I ended up between them. I couldn’t help but be aware of Marty’s erection, so close and at eye level. I found it marvelously surprising that a man his age could remain hard for so long.
Wendy patted my thigh underwater, and said, “We can’t let that wonderful thing go to waste, can we?” Her use of the word “we” had me panicking. Regardless of how my body has reacted to Marty, I couldn’t touch him, let alone do anything else. It would be totally wrong.
Thankfully, she meant only the two of them, as she moved around me to pull her husband into the roiling water. I didn’t think people could have sex underwater (for lack of lubrication) but they surprised me once more. Without any self-consciousness regarding my presence, Wendy mounted Marty right there in the tub. She was a wild lady, bouncing up and down on him. He smiled throughout, and for a while stared at my breasts. I knew why he was looking, too. This was the first time I ever saw someone else having sex. I’ve never watched porn; I never saw the need to. I was breathing so hard my breasts were bounding, and my nipples were as stiff as Marty’s cock.
Wendy began to make noises deep in her throat. The sounds grew louder until she began to cry out, “I’mmm cummminggggg!” repeatedly, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She was trembling all over.
Marty threw his head back and moaned, “Meeeee tooooooo!” With one final thrust, I knew he was climaxing.
What happened next compounded my continuing day of surprises. I must have leaned closer to him as I watched in awe, for he leaned toward me and kissed me. Without hesitation, I opened my lips for his tongue. At that moment the universe was our kiss. Nothing else mattered. Time stopped.
“God, this is getting hairy,” Wendy said, which broke the tension.
“Yes,” Marty replied, still looking at me rather than his wife. “This shouldn’t be happening, us having sex in front of you, and…” He didn’t have to spell out the “and.” With a shake of his head, he added, “It’s not fair to Jimmy.” He was right. All this teasing and arousal wasn’t fair to my husband, their son. But was it fair to me, now that I caught a glimpse of what I’d been missing?
Marty excused himself, saying he was going to shower and get dressed. Wendy and I also emerged from the hot tub. She hugged me and once more apologized. “You’re not upset with us, are you dear?”
“No, not at all.”
“That’s good. We both love you more than you know; more than being Jimmy’s wife. Sometimes we go too far. I don’t want you to hate us for it.”
“I won’t,” I said. As we dried off, gathered our things and walked to the house, I sheepishly asked her about her comment about sometimes going too far.
She told me about a neighbor lady (Adele, who was single) that they invited once to share the hot tub with them. Wendy chuckled and said, “She had bazooms out to here,” gesturing with her hands, “and Marty and I kind of lost it, you’d say. We ended up in bed, and what a threesome! Hot damn, could that woman lick pussy!”
I thought I was beyond shock, but this revelation floored me. “What happened? Why was it too far?”
“I think she was too embarrassed afterwards. She didn’t talk to us that much after that day. Too bad, she was really hot.”
In amazement I asked, “You really do like to have sex with women?”
She put her hand on my arm and stopped me. “Like I told you when I kissed you earlier.” She hesitated, and then said, “You’ve never slept with a woman, have you?”
“No.” Shit, I didn’t have experience with men, never mind women.
She hummed “Mmmmm,” but said nothing more on the subject.
When Jimmy came home from work and later during dinner no one spoke of the day’s activity. Marty seemed to be trying hard not to make eye contact with me throughout the evening. I guessed maybe he was embarrassed by his actions, like kissing me and showing off his erection. Unlike the neighbor lady Wendy told me about, I wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, I was feeling melancholy. Why couldn’t I enjoy sex like my mother-in-law did? What was wrong with me?
When Jimmy begged off sex later that night, saying he was “too tired” and wanted to get a good night’s sleep for work the next day, my melancholy feeling morphed into gloominess. I fully understood my husband’s mood, though that didn’t address the uptick in my suddenly rampant libido. I fell asleep a frustrated woman, though not once thinking of masturbation.
After breakfast and seeing my husband off to work, I sat with Wendy and over coffee surprised her by asking about the threesome with the neighbor. “Why do you want to know about that?” she asked.
“I don’t know. It’s just something I never even thought happened in real life, never mind that you and Marty were part of it.”
She looked at me skeptically. “It started out a lot like yesterday. Marty always admitted how much he lusted after her, so one day we invited her over to use the hot tub with us. She saw Marty’s cock, and the rest was history. After some teasing that amounted to foreplay we ended up in the bedroom. She must’ve gone a good while without sex. I never saw a woman go crazy like that.”
“Like me,” I muttered.
“Oh, honey, don’t say that. Unlike with Adele, we didn’t set out to get you involved. That just happened by accident. We didn’t know—”
“That I’m missing something,” I finished for her.
“Maybe yesterday was a bad idea. No hot tub for you today,” Wendy said with a sigh. “We don’t want to be messing things up between you and Jimmy.”
You can’t mess up something that doesn’t exist, I wanted to say. Instead I slinked off to shower. I was happy they allowed me to use the master bathroom shower, with all its crazy nozzles that sprayed you from several angles. I was about to enter when Marty showed up to use the shower at the same time.
“Oh, sorry, you go first,” he said with a smile, only wearing a pair of loose-fitting linen drawstring pants, which I presumed was his night wear.
All the strange feelings I had the day before about my father-in-law returned and overwhelmed me. He had to have recognized my distress. Yet, there in his eyes and in his mischievous smile I saw that he did. I saw the way he looked at me, his eyes dancing over my body, remembering how I looked yesterday, naked and wanting. And I was still wanting, more than ever. “We can shower together. It won’t be any different than yesterday in the hot tub.”
Marty stared. You could practically see his brain processing all the implications of my invitation. Finally, he said “Why not,” and dropped his pants. As I disrobed, I kept an eye on his member, and it twitched and began rising in appreciated splendor.
After adjusting the water temperature, I stepped into the shower and he followed. I put my back to him and he began to soap me up. As he reached around me and washed my breasts, I felt his stiffened cock against my backside. Every part of me wanted to touch his cock; to stroke it, feel its steely power, worship its length and girth. I didn’t. I wanted to be passive, to be taken. As a woman dreams: taken by a virile man.
“Can you……wash my hair?” I said. How close did I come to asking my father-in-law to fuck me?
As he washed and rinsed my hair, I came to realize for the first time what foreplay was. Both of us were—teasing wasn’t really the right word, but so be it—each other in subtle yet profound ways. His fingertips sent sparks into my body, and it didn’t matter if it was my hair or my breasts he was touching. His erection nestled nicely in the small of my back as I slowly rolled my body to rub it. I closed my eyes and gasped as his fingertips found my moist and swollen labia, and swirled around my clit. Neither one of us had said a word.
With my back still to him, I leaned over and waited for him to enter me. He gave his cockhead a few passes between the folds of my pussy before slowly sliding in.
“Marty, it’s too big!” I cried out, having never felt this level of penetration before.
He murmured, “No it’s not. It’s what you want.”
He held my hips and fucked me with long, deep thrusts as the shower water cascaded over us. He was right. He wasn’t too big for me. I took every glorious inch of him until I was trembling and squealing from the most amazing orgasm of my life, an orgasm that until now, in my naïveté, I didn’t know was even possible. He had groaned but I never felt him ejaculate, though he had, as the shower spray rinsed away the cum dribbling from me.
He turned me and we kissed. When our lips finally parted, I thanked him.
“It was my pleasure, sweetheart. Just don’t tell Jimmy.”
“What about Wendy?” I asked.
“She’s got a sixth sense when it comes to me and sex. She’ll know soon enough, but don’t worry. She’ll understand…it won’t bother her as long as it doesn’t get back to hurt my son at all. That’s my only worry, that you…we…don’t hurt Jimmy.” We dried and dressed. I went to my laptop and began another day of job searches and e-mailed resumes.
Later, as if she read my mind, Wendy snuck up behind me and began massaging the kink from my shoulders. “Any luck?”
I considered my “luck” of being fucked well by her husband this morning. “I found a few good possibilities. My fingers are crossed.”
“But not your legs,” she said. Shocked, I turned around to face her. She quickly added, “Look, I know Marty fucked you this morning, and I’m okay with it, really I am. Maybe I’m jealous in a different way than you may think.”
With a hand tenderly holding each side of my head, Wendy said, “I’m jealous that he had you and I didn’t. You don’t realize how gorgeous you are.” She leaned down while pulling my head to her. Our lips met, then our tongues. I found myself beyond thinking of the ramifications. I simply went with this new state of arousal. While our lips were still locked together, I slowly arose from the chair. Our bodies were as one, standing there. Unlike the primal need I felt when Marty was in the shower with me, now the need was more ephemeral, harder to grasp, yet at the same time it too was primal in its own special way.
She guided me to her bedroom where we undressed each other in silence. The sound of our voices—our plaintive cries—would come later. She took me first. Her lips and tongue explored every inch of me. My nipples never felt more appreciated. By the time she sucked lightly on my clit, I was a goner.
“Wennnnnnnnnndddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” I cried in blissful orgasm.
Except for calling out her name as I climaxed, not once did I ponder that a woman had brought me this heavenly pleasure. Of course that was until she begged me to reciprocate. It was one thing to gratefully receive what she just gave me, but in my narrow, naïve view of sexuality (up to yesterday) I was having trouble wrapping my mind around sleeping with another woman. I thought about what she did to me and tried to mimic it. I knew my first foray was too timid, too tentative for Wendy. She began to gently direct me on what to do to her. Everything I experienced with Wendy’s body gave me new insight into mine. I marveled at how her nipples responded to my lips. Had mine been that stiff? I was amazed by the look and texture of her vulva, especially with her being completely shaven. How would it feel if I was shaved and waxed bald? I was astonished by the liveliness of her clitoris. Was mine like that?
“You’re doing good, honey…a little higher…yes…there…oh…yes, yes…YES…YES…” she moaned on and on until my tongue was awash in her orgasmic juices. She squeezed her thighs, to hold my head there as she climaxed, moaning softly as her body shuddered.
When she finally relaxed in post-orgasmic languor, I lay next to her and lazily played with one of her breasts, though studied may be a better word for what I was doing. “That was…interesting,” I murmured.
“I think every woman should fuck another woman at least once in their life to truly understand their sex,” Wendy said. “I hope we can do this more than once. I love you, Emma.”
Love. That word now meant a whole lot more coming from her mouth than it would have days ago. As Marty had said, I’m beyond daughter-in-law status with my in-laws now, having had sex with both of them. The remainder of the day was like a dance. We danced around each other, unsure of what to say or do. I was sure they worried I’d somehow spill the beans to Jimmy, though they were probably also worrying that I would react like their neighbor Adele had reacted, retreating from them in embarrassment. On their apparent worries, I thought, I was more agog than aghast; overwhelmed by having my eyes opened to new sexual possibilities, but hardly embarrassed.
Like after the initial taste of a forbidden fruit, I was now as horny as hell. I’d experienced sex beyond my dreams and now I wanted more. I coaxed my bewildered husband to bed early. When I sucked him to hardness and then climbed on top, his perplexed look was priceless. I was sure he was wondering how I learned such a thing—woman on top; it wasn’t in his how-to book. Since I’d learned all the signs, I wouldn’t let him cum, slowing down or stopping until I was sure he wouldn’t yet explode. Of course, he didn’t have the control, so even when I stopped once, he still came. I did manage to have a small orgasm, so I considered it a victory. At least he fell asleep smiling.
Two days later I got a call to schedule a phone interview. The prospective job was one I knew I’d love, so my spirits were high when I saw my in-laws head out back to the hot tub. I got undressed, threw on a robe, mixed up a pitcher of margaritas, salted three glasses, put everything on a tray, and went out to join them.
“I feel like celebrating,” I declared as I slipped out of the robe and handed each a drink. They were still tiptoeing around me, not having said anything in the preceding couple of days that might hint at our sexual liaison. After I climbed into the roiling water, I explained about the call and my hopes for the job. “I know it’s too early to celebrate anything, but maybe I just needed an excuse for one of these,” lifting my glass, “and this,” sweeping my hand to indicate the hot tub. Did they get the fact my sweeping hand included them?
I slid over to be as close to Marty as I could. My proximity did its trick, as once more I was in awe of the older man’s virility. His cock rose considerably, and I made sure he knew I noticed.
I glanced across at Wendy. Did she understand my unspoken message? I was offering myself to Marty again, but I wanted Wendy to be okay with it, whether she participated or not. Interestingly, Marty was asking his wife an unspoken question as well. With his proud cock standing erect, he too wanted to know if it was okay with his wife to fuck me.
Wendy nodded, then climbed out of the hot tub, leaving Marty and me to do what we wanted. Thankfully, she didn’t look angry. “Come here, beautiful,” Marty said, and I jumped onto his lap. While we kissed, I positioned myself at the head of his turgid shaft. I was so hot I didn’t have to worry about lubrication, even in the hot, bubbling water. I impaled myself right to my cervix.
“Oh my God,” I muttered. Could it be possible he was more swollen, thicker today than before? I felt like I was being split in two. I couldn’t move; locked in place by his immense presence deep in my vagina.
Marty groaned, “Damn you’re so tight.” He lifted me with him still inside, and sat me on the tub’s rim. He fucked me with such manic thrusts that I wasn’t sure which would come first: I’d split in half, abrade my backside, or orgasm. “I’m gonna cum, and it’ll be buckets,” Marty said with a moan. After a few more heavy thrusts he pulled out, held his cock like a fire hose, and splattered me with a prodigious amount of semen. Then he put it back in and fucked me some more. I was on sensory overload by that time, and my climactic scream sounded foreign to my own ears.
When we collapsed back into the water, he held me tightly with one hand cupping one of my breasts. “A part of me feels like the luckiest man alive while the other part feels like such a fool. I shouldn’t be having sex with my son’s wife, but I can’t quell my lust for you. You’re amazing,” he said, squeezing my breast.
“You’re the amazing one. Jimmy never makes me cum like you do.”
“And therein lies the problem. I can’t do anything about his equipment or his stamina, and I guess it’s too late for any training.” He laughed, “Makes him sound like a puppy.”
I climbed onto his lap again and said, “Then I believe you’ll just have to keep fucking me.”
He knew that wasn’t the long term answer. I knew it wasn’t the answer, and Wendy I was sure didn’t want that answer either. But in the short term, I still needed it. I coaxed Marty back to hardness and in the spirit of his mentioning puppy training, he did me doggie. I was sure far-away neighbors heard me scream.
Later on in the day, I sensed that my mother-in-law was avoiding me. My quickly evaporating innocence didn’t prevent me from realizing that all her talk of sexual openness and freedom only went so far. My newfound lust not only put them between Jimmy and me, but I could soon get between her and Marty. Regardless of my rampant state of arousal, I couldn’t let those things happen. I vowed to concentrate on “training” Jimmy, as his dad alluded.
Looking back at that following Saturday morning, I can’t help but laugh at the irony. By that morning, I so desperately wanted Marty’s cock in me I figured everyone could smell the pheromones or musk, or whatever signals I was emitting. I had to get out of the house, so I talked Jimmy into going to the market with me. While in the store, I caught my husband ogling a very large-breasted blond. Aisle after aisle we’d bump into her again and again. On one such ‘meeting’ she saw Jimmy staring, and smiled, overtly eyeing him up and down—sizing him up, it looked to me. Then she glanced at me, and I saw it in her eyes. Whether it was those pheromones or not, she immediately picked up on my libido’s heightened condition. I knew it. The woman must be Adele, the neighbor my in-laws had the threesome with.
I took my chances and approached her, introducing myself as Marty and Wendy’s daughter-in-law. She was taken aback by my forwardness, so I explained that the in-laws had mentioned her, along with her description. I didn’t mention the hot tub. Jimmy looked on with fascination (though I thought he was only looking at her multiple-D-cup breasts) until I introduced him to Adele. She looked him up and down once more, probably figuring like-father-like-son. I stifled the urge to laugh.
Up until that moment I only had neighborly intentions. However, blind-sided by Jimmy’s obvious interest in the buxom older woman, and remembering how Wendy described the threesome with her, I formulated a new plan.
“We’re staying with his parents for a while until we have a place of our own,” I said to Adele. “Wendy told me you liked their hot tub.” I looked at Jimmy when I continued, “I’m sure your folks wouldn’t mind if we used it, right?” Not waiting for an answer, I turned back to Adele and said, “That would be a nice way to get to know each other, you being our nearest neighbor and all.”
She glanced at Jimmy once more, and said, “I’d be glad to. Tomorrow?”
Jimmy said, “I’ll clear it with my folks, but I’m sure it would be okay.” We exchanged cell numbers and finished our shopping. On the way home, Jimmy commented on what a nice lady Adele seemed. Yeah, “nice” meaning her tits, I thought. Besides being tall and handsome, Jimmy must have inherited something else from his dad, a love a big “bazooms.” This would be interesting.
Wendy and Marty were confused by the invitation to Adele, especially in light of them telling me of their tryst, though they said it was okay to use the tub. I let Jimmy call Adele to confirm her visit. He did a lousy job of trying to hide his excitement from me. Adele showed up with a bottle of expensive tequila and some limes. We would have a nice hot tub party.
Jimmy’s folks were nervously cordial in greeting their neighbor, otherwise they left us alone. Curiously, Adele didn’t shy away from dropping vague hints as to what had occurred the last time she was here. I wondered if Jimmy was picking up on those hints. Adele used a bathroom to change into her bathing suit, while I put on my bikini bottoms but left the top lying on the bed. I put on a silk robe and went out back, stopping along the way to get a knife and glasses. Jimmy was already in his swim trunks and firing up the hot tub when Adele and I emerged from the house. Like a wonder of modern science, I wondered how her bikini bra held back those immense melons. Jimmy’s stare was wonder of a different sort. Besides her chest, the older woman had a fine body. If Jimmy didn’t go for her, I would.
On a small patio table near the hot tub, Adele and I cut the limes into wedges and poured the tequila. Jimmy had climbed in first, and I handed him a glass. Adele took a glass and climbed in near him. I dropped my robe and carried the third glass into the hot tub, and sat next to Adele, opposite my husband. Jimmy looked at my toplessness with amazement. However, my unencumbered tits didn’t hold his attention for long.
I lifted my glass, and toasted, “To a great afternoon, and meeting new friends.”
Adele said, “Here, here, I’ll drink to that!”
While we soaked and drank, Adele told us about herself. Jimmy and I then explained our situation, Jimmy’s new job and my employment search. She wished me good luck in my upcoming phone interview. It was a strange state of affairs in that hot tub. My husband was still perplexed by my brazen toplessness; Adele was openly ogling my bare breasts with their prominent nipples, while Jimmy ogled Adele’s big ones, probably wishing she’d remove her top. I remembered what Wendy had said of Adele (“could that woman lick pussy!”) and my pussy itched with the desire to discover that for myself.
I sidled over closer to Adele, and whispered, “Why don’t you take your top off. I’d love to see them.” She looked into my eyes and we saw each other’s desire. I didn’t wait for a reply. I reached behind her and untied her top and pulled it off, tossing it away from the tub. “There, that’s better,” I cooed. She had the most amazingly large areolas, and maybe even more amazing was that the tits looked to be all natural.
Jimmy’s eyes practically popped out of his head. My poor, shell-shocked husband didn’t know what to do. He’d stare at Adele, and then sneak a glance at me to see if I noticed. I reached down and slid my hand into his shorts and grasped his rigid cock. He actually gasped. In the meantime, Adele, looking so desperate to ‘play,’ slid closer to Jimmy’s other side. Unthinkable weeks ago, I marveled at the woman’s sexual arousal around Jimmy and me; what she saw in us who, really, were total strangers. Just like with the in-laws, my eyes were once more opened to new sexual possibilities. Those fresh eyes looked at Jimmy, seeing his good looks and great physique that attracted me in the first place. Had he seen me as a hottie, the same way his father did?
Because he had no staying power to speak of, I jerked him off while I whispered in his ear, “You can fuck her if you want. I won’t mind at all.” My husband didn’t know what hit him. He blinked as I felt the throbbing of his ejaculating cock. Good boy. I knew he’d get hard again, evidently aroused beyond comprehension by Adele, her tits, and her attention.
For her part, Adele got even closer and rubbed her massive mammaries against my husband’s arm. As I predicted, he grew as rigid as before. My hand was replaced by Adele’s. If she was disappointed in Jimmy and Marty’s size differential, she didn’t let on. In a hoarse voice, Adele said, “Maybe we should go back to my place and get comfortable.”
Jimmy looked at me, I guessed for approval, but all I did was smile. I motioned with my head in Adele’s direction. Jimmy got the hint. Their kiss was amazingly frantic, hungry even. I had a small twinge of jealousy but it passed quickly. I truly was a changed woman, for I so much wanted Adele’s tongue at my pussy instead of where it was.
Realizing the request to visit her house was because of her nervousness with being at my in-laws’, I answered for Jimmy “Your place sounds like a great idea, Adele.” She didn’t answer since her mouth was still locked onto my husband.
I climbed out of the tub, dried off, threw my robe back on, and went into the house to put something on. I didn’t bother with undies. I pulled on a pair of silk boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I wondered if they might be fucking already while I changed, but Jimmy soon walked in with a noticeable hard-on in his swim shorts.
“What’s happening here, Emma?” he asked with a bemused expression.
“Don’t you like Adele? Never mind, I already know the answer. She’s hot, you sure seem to love her big tits, and you deserve something for working hard. That’s what’s happening. Sex. You remember what that is, don’t you?”
“Are you, like, teasing me? Is this a test?”
“Nothing like that. Let’s just have fun, no strings attached.” I knew what he was thinking, so I added, “Yeah, like your parents do.” While he processed that, I yanked clean, dry shorts and a polo shirt from a dresser and handed them to him. The silly bum was embarrassed to drop his swim trunks and expose his erection—imagine that, in front of his own wife! “Oh, don’t worry about it. Let’s go see Adele before she chickens out.”
During the drive, he was mostly silent, probably trying to wrap his brain around what had changed in his wife. He had to believe by now that his folks played some role in my—what would you call it, transformation? I preferred to think of the changes in me as more of a liberation, a freedom I never realized was worth yearning for.
His confusion over my behavior and motivation evaporated as soon as Adele invited us in and took off her robe. She was naked underneath, of course, and once more I marveled at her amazing breasts. Jimmy was beyond marveling. The fact that she made sure I undressed first was lost on my husband. She led the way to her bedroom and before long we were in a daisy chain of sorts, Jimmy licking between her thighs while Adele hungrily licked away between mine. Wendy was right; the woman sure was a great pussy eater. I climaxed first, screaming from its intensity. I think my screams surprised the hell out of my husband.
When I realized that Adele wasn’t right behind me in the orgasm department, I pushed Jimmy away, saying, “That’s a woman’s job,” and went down on her. I discovered that I had the touch. Her clit succumbed to my tongue, and she came so loudly I would have jumped with fright if I hadn’t already known what was happening because of the spurt of pussy juice that hit my mouth from her explosive orgasm.
I relaxed and let Jimmy have her. Jimmy was clueless, thinking missionary. I whispered in Adele’s ear that he liked me on top (which was bullshit) so she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. With those fabulous melons bouncing and hovering above him, he came in an instant. I saw the signs of his orgasm, yet thankfully for Adele, the attraction of her tits seemed to be keeping him hard. Though he never did that with me, I wasn’t jealous. I seemed to be beyond jealousy.
I got behind her and played with her tits as she bounced upon my husband’s cock, kissing her neck at the same time. In a day full of amazing occurrences, her orgasmic scream was remarkably louder than the one before. With a groan, Jimmy came once more. Another lesson learned was that I’d have to make more noise when I climaxed, since it appeared to be one of my husband’s triggers.
Adele and I made love again while Jimmy looked on with boyish wonder. Never mind my old lost naiveté; had Jimmy ever imagined two women having sex before?
I joked with Adele afterwards that our orgasmic two-part harmony should have been recorded.
Exhausted, Jimmy and I eventually went back to his folk’s house, but not before I took Adele aside and begged her not to be embarrassed by our day together, or her libido. “You’re a hot lady. Marty and Wendy would like to see you again, and I would too,” I said before kissing her, a lot of tongue action in that kiss.
I could tell that my in-laws were dying to find out what took place, especially since I figured they’d been spying on us while we were in their hot tub. Jimmy certainly wouldn’t tell his parents, but perhaps one day I would. I almost laughed that night when I heard the telltale headboard banging coming from my in-laws’ bedroom just before I got to practice my higher level of orgasm noise-making. I’d convinced Jimmy to do me doggie style, and no sooner had I bellowed, he spasmed, groaned and unloaded into me. It didn’t bother me that my screams went way beyond the mediocre orgasm. I was a newly educated woman now.
My phone interview went so well, they scheduled me right away for a face-to-face one. Marty congratulated me by taking me in the shower. While he made his long thrusts count, he said, “I can’t tell Wendy this…but…when you get…that job…I’m going to…miss times like this…you’re too good…to be true…awwww you’re cumming! Awwwww!” feeling my vagina contract around him. I didn’t have to exaggerate my climax for him. Having his cock deep within me was heaven; my loud cries were real.
In the intervening days, I spent a few afternoons at Adele’s, learning from a master about how to pleasure another woman, while simultaneously learning more about myself and what my body craved.
To make a long story short, my interview was a hit, and they hired me. I wondered how much my sexual awakening here at the in-laws’ house had morphed a shy woman into a confident go-getter. Nonetheless, my languid days of staying home and having forbidden sex while Jimmy worked were over.
The job was fantastic, and I met many new friends. One in particular was an executive I worked on some projects with. Robert was a few years older than me, and quite handsome. I flirted with him a little, a touch here and a subtle hint there. When he invited me to lunch, I admit my panties were wet.
He took me to lunch often, complaining constantly that his wife didn’t “understand” him like I did. Uh-huh.
I waited for the first “working late” assignment. By the time I loosened the top buttons of my blouse, he was hard. We locked the conference room door.
“Oh my,” I said, “you’re so big!”
I’ve learned that men like that.
Robert fucked me like a jackhammer. From that first time, I was in awe of his staying power. I easily had two or three orgasms by the time he came. During one of our nights working late, he pulled out and showed me just how much he had been filling me, spraying stream after hot stream of ejaculate all over my writhing hot body.
He told me I was going places in the company.
So, you see how much I’ve learned? One thing is that your in-laws can be great people. Another is that sex is quite a bit more than a wife’s chore. A third is that there are a lot of sexy men and women in the world. I plan to sample many.
“Who’s the new junior executive?” I asked Robert one day.
Yes, many, many to sample.
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