Sara and I fucked six times that night.
We were both insatiable.
When it was about 11 o’clock, meaning that she and I had been fucking for nearly two hours, we realized that people were probably wondering where the groom and the mother-in-law had disappeared to. But it was fine. As long as we had a good story, we could return to the reception and let this amazing experience just be a fond memory between the two of us.
As we sat naked on the bed, cuddling and still letting our hands explore our sweat-and-sex-covered bodies, we got our story straight: I needed a bit of fresh air to get over the newlywed jitters and she had gone out to drink and use the phone. We ran into each other, she offered me friendly advice, and we had been enjoying conversation with each other until we lost track of time.
Time was of the essence, so we both dashed into the shower at the same time to cleanse the smell of sex — a plan which backfired when it led to us fucking again. But the sight of steamy shower water running over her beautiful tits as I fucked her against the shower wall was worth it, and gave me enough reserves to cum inside her one last time. But eventually, we managed to tear ourselves away from each other and finish getting dressed.
Realizing that once we were outside her room door it meant our illicit night was officially over, Sara gave me one last, nasty kiss, with as much tongue as we could both fit in each others’ mouths. The fire of lust still burned between us, but beyond that door was our normal lives.
It was clear neither of us wanted this night to end.
Our story worked flawlessly, and although Donna was a bit hurt that we’d missed so much of the reception, she understood my “nervousness” and was glad her mother had helped me through it. She whispered in my ear that she couldn’t wait to get started on our honeymoon and, to my amazement, my body and cock responded appropriately, despite how much semen I’d just emptied into her mother only earlier that night. Somehow, I managed to repeat the performance after carrying my wife into our home, and Donna and I went on to have a very normal, and very exhausting, honeymoon.
I suppose it’s a credit to the women of that family and how goddamned sexy they are that I was able to last through it all.
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For a couple of months, life went on as if nothing had happened. I didn’t see Sara at all during that time, and only heard of her through Donna — who called her at least once a week just to chit-chat. Essentially, everything that had occurred in the hotel had stayed in that hotel. If I’d wanted, I could have pretended that it had all been a dream. I could have left well enough alone and probably not have risked any further impact on my marriage and, by extension, my career and my reputation around our family and neighbors.
But then I saw Sara again.
Donna and I had come by Sara’s place to help her clean the gutters. She had the money to pay someone to do it, but Donna insisted that she and I could easily just sacrifice a few hours of our weekend and save her the cash. So we drove over Sara’s place, and there she was. Standing at the door, smiling and waiting for us.
Before, I had described Sara as beautiful — but now, after that night, she was angelic.
To me, she had become the vision of Aphrodite herself.
Now that I knew the truth of what lay beneath it, the way Sara dressed was an instant hard-on. The way her thin tops teased the eye to go to wherever her blouse exposed her skin — her tops usually showed off her affinity for bare shoulders — and how her skirts and leggings accentuated the length and shape of her legs.
Everything about her made me long to touch her. I couldn’t even look in her general direction without my cock searching for a way to get inside her. Every time I looked in her eyes and saw her face, my thoughts went back to that last kiss.
About halfway into the gutter-cleaning, Donna and I had split up to work on opposite sides of the house. Despite it being autumn, the weather was hotter than normal and it was easy to get dehydrated. Fortunately, Sara appeared not long after that, coming out to the patio, carrying a pitcher of lemonade and a glass.
“Hey, Kurt,” she called up to me. “I brought something for you.”
I peered down from the ladder at just the right time. Sara was dragging her patio table closer to where I was working, and had chosen to do so by bending over as far as she could until her epically short skirt had pulled up far enough to reveal her juicy, creamy ass and the thong which only barely teased the pussy.
Once she’d pulled it far enough, she stood back up, pulled her skirt down and turned to face me. From my angle, I could notice that the top of her voluptuous tits was on display for me — the beautiful, fleshy mounds of her jugs out on display just for me and me alone.
“So,” she said, in a breathless tone of feigned innocence. “Thirsty?”
As I’m sure she intended, the memories of my wedding night came rushing back. I climbed down from the ladder and walked up to Sara. She had no neighbors near enough to see us, so I felt bold enough to wrap my arms around her waist, pull her to me and kiss right on the lips.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot”, I said once we broke our liplock.
We both breathed deep, the masks between us now peeled away.
Her beautiful cheeks reddened. “I can’t think about anything but you.” At the same time, however, there was remorse in her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt my daughter, but that night — that beautiful, wonderful night — showed me everything that she has that I don’t. What she gets every night that I can’t.”
I stepped closer and held her even tighter. “No one said you can’t.”
“You’re not sorry that we–?”
I laughed. “Are you kidding? Thanks to you, I’ve never felt more alive. I don’t want to hurt Donna, either, but like I said — I can’t get my mind off of you.”
Her mood brightened, and she beamed at me. “You knoooow… I started a gym membership, and I need someone to help me get acquainted.”
“Is that right?” I nodded, slyly.
“Why don’t you meet me at Wild World Workout this Sunday? We can get together for some… exercise.”
“I think that’d be a great idea,” I said, just before she reached up and pulled my head to her lips. As we kissed, we felt each other up to prelude what was to come on the weekend.
She was right. We got a lot of exercise that Sunday.
And we even worked out at the gym a little, too.
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Now, it was undeniable. This was an affair, and the mistress was my own mother-in-law.
At times, it almost roused guilt and horrible shame whenever Donna was near, but that feeling passed almost instantly. Sex with Sara was so good, it was well worth it. Upon the sight of those round tits and magnificent ass, my doubts diminished, and the moment I was inside her warm, wet pussy, they vanished entirely. And then, after two months of full-on cheating, I stopped caring entirely. Sara and I relished our bodies, and we both wanted my cock in her whenever and wherever possible.