I stood in that ballroom and stared at the keycard for I don’t know how long. In that card represented my faithfulness to Donna — my promise to be a good husband and father.
Hell, for all I knew this was a trap…and the moment I came up that elevator…the moment I came to that room, Sara would be waiting with a camera and about a dozen other witnesses — maybe even Donna — to prove what sort of loser was trying to marry her only daughter.
I could have — I should have — ripped it up or tossed it in the trash, but I didn’t. I just stood there and slid down a few glasses of champagne, remembering the feel of Sara’s velvety tongue on mine — and the way her curvaceous, savory body felt in my hands.
Before I knew it, there I was — standing before the door and sliding the keycard through the lock.
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Whatever I had in mind, whatever excuses I made up for coming to that room that denied the obvious, all were cleared away the moment the door opened and Sara presented herself to me in nothing but the hotel robe, the front left untied so that I could see the center of her bare body.
Both sides of the robe curved along the shape of her shapely, unbelievably firm and perky tits. Her stomach was perfectly toned; it was clear that she still kept herself in amazing shape at her age, with only the slightest hint of muscle peeking out of what was otherwise smooth and soft flesh around her belly button. Her legs were no less works of art — Sara had gams like a figure skater — the kind of legs that you can only imagine wrapped around your hips or perched on your shoulders…
God, the woman was a masterpiece.
In my mind until now, Donna had always been a 10. But now, seeing what her mother had…
Sara was now the only woman who deserved that 10 spot. Poor Donna had to settle for being demoted to an 8.
Overwhelmed by the goddess before me, all reason departed. I threw myself at her, taking her in my arms and kissing and licking her neck. She gave in and her body became putty in my hands, responding to my touch. She placed her hands on mine, encouraging them to explore more. I reached under the robe, sampling the cheeks of her luscious ass.
She whispered “Yes”, and we both surrendered to what our bodies wanted. What they needed. What they demanded.
I threw her robes away so that my hands could enjoy her body without restriction. Her remarkable shape. Her large, gorgeous tits. Every inch of her was heaven to touch.
She almost lost herself in my fingers, only enough awareness retained to begin fumbling with my tie, and then my belt — loosening both until we could slide off my jacket, shirt and pants.
We took hands and walked with each other to the bedroom — eyes never leaving each other. Each step silently acknowledging that we knew what we were doing. What this meant. How this would change things with Donna forever. For both of us.
Those spicy thoughts didn’t slow us down. The opposite in fact. Our pace quickened as we gazed at each other, naked as Adam and Eve, creeping closer and closer to the empty, waiting bed.
If anything, the maelstrom of emotions only made our mischief much sweeter. My cock stiffened from rock to diamond hard seeing my mother-in-law — the mother of my own wife — lay herself down on the bed and spread her milky thighs apart for me, fingering her wet, steamy pussy while her ravenous eyes begged me to hurry. Knowing that there’d be consequences, that we were about to cross a line, the only thing I yearned for was to her. I had no goal other than to make her feel good. I wrapped my lips on the folds of her lovely pussy and sampled every part of her sex. I used my tongue to explore the folds of her femininity, tasting her cum.
“Oh God,” she moaned several times in a row. I enjoyed watching her squirm and feeling her legs desperately thrash about, trying to touch me.
I enjoyed her with my lips and tongue for about five minutes before she gasped, “I can’t take it anymore. Get inside me, please. Please, baby. I need you inside my pussy.”
No argument. No hesitation. I climbed between my mother-in-law’s thighs. She immediately guided my cock into her thick pussy, going in deep until I had pushed all the way in.
“Yes! Yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck my nasty pussy! Fuck me!” She hollered, wrapping her slender, perfectly-shaped legs around my back.
Sara was the first unfamiliar pussy I’d had since I met Donna, and goddamn did I relish it. I was like Hercules, my muscles flexing as I hammered my cock into her again and again. I could barely think — the animal lust had taken over by this point. But one lingering web of thoughts remained:
I was cheating. I was an unfaithful husband. Worse, I was fucking my mother-in-law. She was under me right now, wriggling and writhing in pleasure from my cock, moaning like a common slut. Knowing this — and seeing it in action — made me want to stake my claim. To fuck this slut harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. Increased my tempo faster and faster until Sara was losing her mind and cumming all over my cock.
We kissed each other while I pounded into her, hot breath tingling the sweat on our faces. Soon, our entire bodies were damp from perspiration, covering us both in the glistening embodiment of our sin. And that was just the warm-up.
Once we’d settled into a pattern, it was all just instinct. Just two animals letting our bodies do what they’d been programmed to do since the dawn of time. I came hard, and a flood of electric pleasure pulsed in my body. It was bliss like none I’d ever experienced before.
I collapsed on Sara’s side, and she immediately sprang up and placed her lips all over my cock. Sara looked nasty as hell, pulling her luscious hair aside so that I could watch her head bob and mouth suck the cum residue off my dick. The way she occasionally paused to savor the head of my pole like a thick cone of ice cream, taking a moment for her eyes to meet mine and see my pleasure…God, I was in heaven.
Unbelievably, she had me hard again in minutes.
Sliding in behind her as we laid on our sides, I hammered like a werebeast until we both came again, and she licked me clean again. I watched her slowly gooey product of our sex off my tender cock, until I inevitably got hard again.
I put her on her hands and knees, locked my hands on her hips and ass, and fucked her again from behind. I punished her pussy from behind, smashing her through multiple orgasms before she turned, pounced on me, and began riding cowgirl. I let her come a few more times before I grappled her in my arms and flipped her onto her back again, pounding her savagely until I came once more.
I didn’t even think to ask her if she was on the pill until that third time I’d emptied my balls into her cunt. She gasped, threw on her robe and dashed down the hall — underneath it naked and filled with semen — to the nearest vending machine. A few moments later, she came back with enough condoms for the rest of the night. She whipped the robe off like nothing happened, and we were back at it before our bodies had even cooled down.