The In-Laws: A Tense Morning Encounter

It was a typical morning in the life of a newlywed couple. The sun was shining, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. I was seated at the kitchen table, sipping my coffee and enjoying the quiet moment, when Sandra walked in, looking a bit disheveled.

“Help yourself to a cup of coffee,” I said, trying to be as friendly as possible. But Sandra was not in the best of moods.

“This sucks—a guest in my own house,” she grumbled, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

“Listen, Sandra, if you’re so uncomfortable, feel free to leave at any time,” I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “You weren’t satisfied with what I could give you, and you ran off with someone whose only redeeming quality was a big cock. Let’s face it, that’s all he had. He was a stupid and crude man, and he still is—and need I mention that his only real interest was your money.”

Suzanne strolled in, a huge smile on her face. “I’m more than satisfied with what Bob has to offer, Sandra,” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“So I heard—several times last night. Don’t you two ever sleep?” Sandra asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Sure, but remember that we’re honeymooners,” I replied, laughing. “Speaking of which—want to go someplace for a honeymoon, darling? I have a couple of ideas, but maybe we should wait until this mess is straightened out.”

“That’s a great idea, Bob. How about a golf vacation? Then we could play every day,” Suzanne said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yes, I do think we should play every day,” I said, smiling at her. We finished our breakfast, and Suzanne drove us to Joe Berger’s office. He knew exactly what to do and assured Sandra he’d be able to have the authorities return her funds. It would take a while, but probably not more than a month.

We returned home, Suzanne and I to play golf, and Sandra to sit around the house. It was much more fun being with a woman who shared my interests, and I had to admit—Suzanne was much better in bed. I had thought that Sandra was great, but in comparison—well, actually, there was no comparison.

That night, we retired a bit early, primarily to give Suzanne an enema. I lubed the nozzle and pressed it into her anus as I rubbed her globes and kissed her back.

“I love this, Bob,” Suzanne said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” I replied, smiling at her.

We talked as if nothing was happening while her bowel received the two quarts of warm water. I watched as she expelled it into the bowl.

She really was an incredible woman. Once done, she led me to the shower where we washed each other tenderly, joking and giggling as we kissed and touched each other.

Suzanne wanted to try it doggie style, so she was on her hands and knees, her head down against a pillow. Standing at the side of the bed, I used my left hand to lubricate her anus.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

“Yes, I’m ready,” she replied, her voice steady.

Once in her butt, I wiped my hand on a towel and reached forward to pinch and roll her nipples as I kissed and nibbled her back, leaving tiny bite marks as signs of our passion.

“Oh, God, you’re making me so hot,” Suzanne said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m going to last a lot longer this time,” I said, smiling at her.

I pinched her clit between my fingers and twisted forcefully. She began to scream, and I knew I was getting to her.

“OH FUCK—FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I blew my load into her rectum and collapsed on top of her as she fell forward onto the bed. I could feel her heavy breathing as she slowly came down from her high.

“You okay?” I asked, leaning in for a tender kiss.

“Oh, God, Bob—what the hell was that? Did I have an orgasm? All I know is I…I lost it. I was completely out of it.”

“Well, I’d say you had a monster orgasm,” I said, wiping my hand on her thigh. It was soaked.

“Some other time; let’s go to sleep. I’m too tired to…”, she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you,” I whispered, pulling the blanket over her, and joined her.

As we stepped out of the Red Stag, Steve and I exchanged a look, both of us unsure of what to do next. The evening had been a success, and the chemistry between Sandra and Steve was palpable. Sandra broke the silence, her voice low and sultry. “Why don’t you come to my place for a nightcap, Steve? I’m sure I can find a clean corner for us.”

Steve hesitated, his eyes darting around the parking lot as if searching for an escape route. “I…I don’t want to be a bother,” he stammered. Sandra chuckled to herself, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She really did want him to come – to her bed, that is.

“You won’t be a bother, Steve,” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t want you to come.” Steve’s nervousness only seemed to heighten his attraction to her, and he found himself accepting her invitation without hesitation.

As we drove to her apartment, the tension between them grew thicker than the fog that rolled in off the ocean. They parked in the lot, and Sandra led Steve to her door on the first floor. Inside, her apartment was a far cry from the chaos she had described. The space was spotless, with no sign of the mess she had claimed.

Steve’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sleek décor and the stunning view of the city skyline. Sandra smiled to herself, pleased that he was so taken with her home. She led him to the living room, where they sat down on the couch together.

“What would you like to drink?” she asked, her voice husky. Steve’s eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. The air was thick with tension, and he knew that he was in trouble. He was already falling for her, and he wasn’t sure if he could stop it.

"I think I’ll have a whiskey, neat," Steve requested, his eyes locked on Sandra as she nodded in agreement. "Rocks, please," he added, his voice low and husky.

Sandra turned to the kitchen, her hips swaying gently as she poured two generous shots over ice cubes. As she handed Steve his drink, she sat beside him, her legs tucked under her body, causing her skirt to ride up her shapely thighs. A sly smile spread across her face as she caught Steve’s gaze lingering on her flesh.

"What are we toasting, Sandra?" Steve asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"How about we drink to…many fantastic orgasms?" Sandra replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Steve’s eyes widened, and he gulped several times, struggling to find his voice.

"You’re…direct," Steve stammered.

"I’m an attractive, horny woman, Steve," Sandra said, her voice husky. "I know it, and you know it, too. Isn’t that why you’re here?"

Steve’s face flushed, and he looked away, clearly taken aback by Sandra’s boldness. Sandra leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"I’m in my mid-fifties, divorced because of my horniness. I let it get in the way of my judgment, and I regret it. But I’m moving forward, and I’d love for you to help me."

Steve’s eyes met Sandra’s, and he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes."

Sandra’s face lit up with a radiant smile, and she rose from her seat, extending her hand. Steve took it, and they walked into the bedroom, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of desire.

The kiss was like a spark, igniting a fire that would burn bright and hot. Sandra’s tongue danced with Steve’s, their lips molding together in a passion-fueled kiss. She broke the kiss to remove Steve’s clothes, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt.

Steve’s eyes locked on Sandra’s as she slowly pushed his pants to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and proud. Sandra’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her fingers wrapping around his shaft.

"Nice," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I think we’re going to have a fantastic time, Steve."

Steve’s eyes flashed with excitement as Sandra led him to the bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire. They kissed and touched, their passion building to a crescendo.

Sandra’s hands explored Steve’s body, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. Steve’s eyes closed, and he let out a low moan as Sandra’s tongue explored his mouth.

They moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect sync. Steve’s cock pumped in and out of Sandra’s core, their passion building to a fever pitch.

Sandra’s face was a map of pleasure, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Steve’s eyes locked on hers, his face a picture of pure joy.

They came together, their bodies shuddering in unison. Sandra’s eyes flew open, and she smiled, her face radiant with pleasure.

"That was amazing," Steve whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sandra smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I told you I’d take my chances," she said, her voice husky with desire.

Steve’s eyes locked on hers, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers.

"I think we’re going to do this again," he whispered, his voice laced with excitement.

Sandra smiled, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"I’m counting on it," she said, her voice husky with desire.

And as they kissed, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a passionate adventure that would leave them breathless and wanting more.

They made love again, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of desire. Steve’s cock pumped in and out of Sandra’s core, their passion building to a fever pitch.

Sandra’s face was a map of pleasure, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Steve’s eyes locked on hers, his face a picture of pure joy.

They came together, their bodies shuddering in unison. Sandra’s eyes flew open, and she smiled, her face radiant with pleasure.

"That was incredible," Steve whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sandra smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I told you I’d take my chances," she said, her voice husky with desire.

As they lay together, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a passionate adventure that would leave them breathless and wanting more.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they both knew that they would do it again, and again, and again.

Sandra woke up to the sound of Steve’s gentle snores. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I think it’s time to do it again," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, his face radiant with pleasure.

"I’m counting on it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

And as they made love again, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of desire, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a passionate adventure that would leave them breathless and wanting more.

As they lay together, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire, they both knew that they had found something special, something that would last a lifetime.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they both knew that they would always cherish this moment, this passionate adventure that had brought them together.

But little did they know, their adventure was just beginning, and it would take them on a wild ride of passion, desire, and love.

And as they slept, their bodies entwined, they both knew that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, together, as one.

For in each other’s arms, they had found a love that would last a lifetime, a love that would conquer all.

And as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they both knew that they would always cherish this moment, this passionate adventure that had brought them together.

And so, they slept, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

The phone rang, breaking the silence. Sandra answered, her voice husky with sleep.

"Hello," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Sandra, it’s Robert," the voice on the other end said. "I just wanted to call and thank you for the dinner last night. I loved the restaurant, and I must say, I enjoyed the company, too."

"Thanks, Robert," Sandra said, her voice husky with sleep. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. Steve and I had a fantastic time last night."

"Ah, yes," Robert said, his voice laced with amusement. "I heard that Steve spent the night. Congratulations, Sandra."

Sandra laughed, her voice husky with sleep.

"Thanks, Robert. We had a fantastic time last night."

"I’m glad to hear that," Robert said, his voice laced with amusement. "Tell Steve I said congratulations, and I hope he’s ready for another night like last night."

Sandra laughed, her voice husky with sleep.

"I’ll pass that along," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Thanks, Sandra," Robert said, his voice laced with amusement. "Take care, and give Steve my best."

"Will do," Sandra said, her voice husky with sleep.

"Goodnight, Sandra," Robert said, his voice laced with amusement.

"Goodnight, Robert," Sandra said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The phone went dead, and Sandra smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I think it’s time to do it again," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, his face radiant with pleasure.

"I’m counting on it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

And as they made love again, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of desire, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a passionate adventure that would leave them breathless and wanting more.

And so, they slept, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

We had always known that we wanted children, but we wanted to be sure that Suzanne’s parents were on board with our decision.

“Hi, Mom,” Suzanne said over the phone, her voice filled with excitement.

Mom: Oh hi, Suzy—hold on a sec; I have to get the door.

Suzanne and I had to wait for a minute before her mom opened the door, shocked to see us standing there.

Mom: I don’t understand. Why are you on the phone?

I rolled my eyes and began to laugh, trying to hide my nervousness.

“It’s a Methodist thing, Mom,” I said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation.

Margaret: What’s the matter, Bob?

Suzanne shot me a scolding look, but I could see the amusement in her eyes.

“Where’s Daddy, Mom?” Suzanne asked, her voice still filled with excitement.

Just then, Stan walked into the room, looking confused.

Stan: Geez Margaret, what with all the noise? I can’t hear the game. Suzy…Bob, why are you here?

Suzanne took a deep breath and smiled, her eyes shining with happiness.

“You’re going to be grandparents!” she exclaimed. “We wanted to tell you in person. We’re so happy!”

Her parents stood there for a moment, looking stunned, before they rushed to hug and kiss Suzanne in their joy.

We spent the next few minutes catching up with Suzanne’s parents, hugging, and crying together.

A week before Suzanne was due, her parents came to visit us.

“We’re so excited to meet our grandbabies,” Margaret said, beaming with joy.

“We’re going to spoil them rotten,” Stan added, chuckling.

But our visit was cut short when the club pro came to find me on the golf course.

“Bob, you’ve got to come with me. It’s Suzanne—she has to go to the hospital,” he said, looking serious.

I dropped my golf club and jumped into the cart, racing home to be with Suzanne.

When I arrived, I found Suzanne sitting calmly on the porch with her parents.

“It’s okay, Bob,” she said, smiling. “We have plenty of time. Mom phoned the doctor and she’s expecting us.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that everything was okay.

Suzanne’s parents stayed with us for a few more days, and then they headed back home.

We spent the rest of Suzanne’s pregnancy waiting anxiously for the arrival of our baby.

Finally, the day arrived, and we welcomed our beautiful daughter, Ashley, into the world.

We were overjoyed and couldn’t wait to meet our little girl.

Ashley was followed by two more girls, Jessica and Amanda, and we were thrilled to have our little family complete.

We spent countless hours playing with them, watching them grow, and loving them with all our hearts.

As they grew older, we knew that we had to make sure they knew their father and the values he stood for.

We decided to take them to the golf course and teach them how to play.

They were naturals, and we spent hours on the range, laughing and teaching them the game.

We were so proud of them, and we knew that they would carry on our love of golf for years to come.

Years went by, and Ashley, Jessica, and Amanda grew into beautiful young women.

They were smart, kind, and talented, and we couldn’t be prouder of them.

We knew that we had done a good job as parents, and that they would always be grateful for the love and support we had given them.

Eventually, Suzanne and I grew old, and we knew that our time on earth was coming to an end.

We passed away, but our love for each other and our children lived on.

We were together again, in a place where there was no pain, no suffering, and only love.

We were young and fit again, and we could make love all day, every day, in a place where time stood still.

Yes, there is great sex even in Heaven.