Every Tuesday night and every Saturday morning for the past five years I've been having sex with my father in law.
My name is Beth and I have more sex with my father in law John than I do with his son Robert, my husband.
I still look back on the events that led to this arrangement and smile.
First off let me state that my husband has no idea about what his father and I do on Tuesday nights while he is playing cards and on Saturday mornings when he goes out with his friends.
My relationship with my father in law started during my third year of marriage to Robert. The novelty of being married had worn off and we had both grown pretty accustomed to one another.
Our sex life had burned down from a raging inferno when we first got together to nothing more than one of the candles on a birthday cake. Not that I thought we would be all over each other every second we were together like we were when we first started going out, but I needed more than just one quick fuck Sunday night to as Robert said start the week off right.
For over a year I had been masturbating every day, sometimes multiple times to try to release some of my pent up sexual energy.
Then one Tuesday night I was really horny and home all alone so I decided I'd head out and see if anybody out there was still interested in me. I had been quite popular with the guys before I met Jeff, but I'd been off the market for several years by that point and didn't know if I still had it.
I went to a bar on the far side of town. It was a place I'd never heard of and didn't think that I'd find anybody that I knew inside. When I walked in I knew that I'd found the right place. The place was full of men, there were only a handful of other women in the place and I was younger and prettier than any of them.
I scanned the room to see if anybody I knew was there, when I was sure that there wasn't I went about what I'd come to do. I had come to get fucked good and hard by a complete stranger.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. Almost immediately the guy next to me started talking to me. His name was Tom and he was already a little drunk.
Tom said that I was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in that bar and asked me to dance. We hit the dance floor and I pressed my body to his and did not protest when his hands began exploring my body.
After dancing for a few songs and having another drink I decided that Tom would do so I suggested that we head back to his place.
I was a little alarmed when he said that his wife wouldn't like that, but I got a wicked grin on my face when he said that we could just go to his car.
We climbed into the backseat of his big SUV and I pulled his pants open and took his slightly disappointing cock into my mouth. I sucked him good and hard then lifted my dress, hooked my panties to the side and rode that drunk for all he was worth.
I was so turned on by what I was doing that I had no trouble having an orgasm even though Tom was little more than a flesh and blood dildo at that point.
He came inside me and I climbed off of him, pulled my panties back across my pussy, got out of his SUV and headed home. As I left the parking lot I saw a truck that I thought looked familiar and had to reassure myself that I had checked to be sure that nobody I knew was there.
When I got home I took off my clothes, threw them in the wash, and jumped in the shower. When Robert got home from playing cards I was in bed feeling quite satisfied and thinking that I'd gotten away with it.
For the rest of the week there was a bounce in my step and a smile on my face.
That is until Saturday morning. I got up when Robert did at six. He and his friends were going to be gone all day to some ball game across the state so I planned to spend the day enjoying the memory of Tuesday night and trying to muster up the courage to go out again.
At seven there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and smiled to see my father in law John.
"I know, he's off with his friends today, I've come to see you Beth." John said.
"Well I was just making some coffee come on in." I said.
We went to the kitchen and sat down with a cup of coffee and for a few minutes had a really nice conversation, but then.
"Beth, I saw you Tuesday night." John said.
It felt like a rock fell into the bottom of my stomach when he said those words.
"You saw me where?" I asked trying to play dumb.
"I was at the bar, I saw you dancing with that guy, then I saw you leave with him." John said.
"He was drunk I was giving him a ride home." I said trying to cover for myself.
"I followed you outside Beth. I watched you get into the back of his SUV, and I watched you give him a ride. He didn't make it home, but he sure was happy to get where you took him." John said.
"John...I don't...I don't know what to say." I said, my eyes filling with tears and my head falling into my hands.
"I know what to say, you're a dirty little whore. My son marries you, gives you a good home, and this is how you repay him?" John asks.
"I'm sorry, it's not like that at all." I said.
"How can I believe you? How long have you been cheating on Robert you little whore?" John asked.
"That was the first time. I have needs, once a week just isn't enough for someone like me." I said through the tears.
"Once a week? Do you know how long it's been since I had sex with a woman? Nine years, three months, eleven days, three days before my Helen died. I seem to manage to go without even though I'm no longer required to, my wedding vows were nullified when Helen died, you on the other hand promised to keep yourself only for my son until death do you part." John said angrily.
"Then maybe your son should give me what I need." I yelled at him.
"My god, you really are a cock crazed whore. Well I'll tell you what little missy; if my son isn't man enough to keep you happy then it's up to me to do it for him." John said.
"What?" I asked in shock.
"I said if my boy won't fuck you to your heart's content, then I will. At least then your cheating wouldn't be so bad, you'd be cheating within the family, that keeps people from finding out what a whore you are." John said.
"I'm not a whore, it was just that one time." I said.
"Oh you're a whore alright, you're my whore. Now get over here and suck my cock whore." John said.
"No, no I won't." I said.
"If you don't my son will be informed about what I saw and about our little conversation, then you'll be out on your sweet little ass." John said.
"You're going to blackmail me into having sex with you?" I asked.
"Only the first time. Once you see what I can do to you, you'll be my willing little whore anytime I say. Now get over here on your knees and suck my cock." John said.
I stared at him in disgust for a few seconds then he grabbed the phone off the table and started dialing.
"Alright. I'll do it. Just don't tell Robert." I said.
"That's a good little whore." John said setting the phone on the table and pushing his chair back to make plenty of room for me.
I stood up, walked over to the other side of the table, and got on my knees at his feet. After looking up into his eyes I knew that there was no escape so I slowly lifted my hands to his belt and unbuckled it. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then reached inside his boxers and pulled out his cock.
It was the biggest one I'd ever seen so close. It was much bigger than my husband's was and it wasn't even hard yet.
"Get to work whore." John commanded.
I lowered my face down towards the rapidly hardening cock. I used both hands to support it so I could kiss the head right on the tip. It seemed to grow even bigger when my lips touched it as it forced its way into my mouth.
I closed my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around it as my hands stroked the still hardening shaft. When John's cock was fully erect I pulled back and looked at its full size, it was at least 8 inches and very thick.
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