The house was filled with people, family and friends, all there to help celebrate our birthdays. I was turning thirty, that big hurdle from young adult to grown man, and my father-in-law was turning fifty. It had always been kind of fun sharing birthdays with him. It always turned into a big bash with lots of drinking and horsing around. My father-in-law, Jeff was quite the character, constantly cracking jokes, and making wise comments about his wife, Sandy. She was no slouch herself firing back as good as she got. At times the comments got a bit raw, but it was all in fun. My wife Karen, on the other hand, was a bit of a prude. She would get offended at off color comments, and go on a tirade. It wasn't one of her better traits. Actually most of her better traits stayed in the bedroom. It was like she changed into a different woman once the door was closed and the lights were off.
Other than the personality differences, Sandy and Karen were almost identical; same long dark hair, slender upturned noses, and big brown eyes that could melt your heart. They were within an inch of each other in height, at five foot three, and constantly battled over who weighed more, at one hundred and ten pounds. In fact, if the lights were low, you would think they were twins not mother and daughter. It was something Sandy had used on more than one occasion.
So, the party was in full swing, music playing loudly, and everyone milling about, drinking and eating cake. Jeff and I were standing on the back deck, having a deep conversation about whether or not the neighbor, Judy, was wearing panties. You know, the kind of male bonding you would expect at a birthday party.
"Why don't I just ask her, then." he said, after my insisting that any panties would surely show a line through the skin tight shorts she was wearing.
Before I could interrupt, he was shouting down to her.
"So Judy, Brian thinks you're going commando, and I say it's a thong. Who wins?" he shouted out, just as both of our wives stepped onto the deck.
Karen scowled, while Sandy let out a laugh.
"So which is it, Judy?" Sandy yelled out, joining us at the rail.
To all of our surprise, Judy laughed turned around and dropped her shorts, revealing her bare ass, unfettered by any restraints.
"You win." Sandy laughed, nudging me in the ribs.
"We both won." Jeff added, slapping his wife playfully on the ass.
"I think that's enough." Karen said, moving up beside me slipping her arm around my waist and steering me from the railing. "She's such a tramp."
I glanced over at Jeff, who was smiling wickedly and making a gesture of grabbing a handful.
"I saw that, Dad." Karen said, still half dragging me back toward the house. "Let's go inside. It's time you guys opened your gifts."
We walked into the living room, and the women guided each of us to recliners as they shouted that it was time to open gifts. The room was filled with people as the women brought over gifts and piled them in our laps. It was by tradition gag gifts, trinkets and things, nothing elaborate. The typical nipple mugs, back scratchers, men's panty hose. It was all about the laughs, and once in a while something new. We had gotten through most of our gifts, and I was just opening an envelope.
"I, uhm... that's for Jeff." Sandy said reaching for the envelope.
"Too late." Jeff said grabbing her hand. "He's got it now."
"But, uhm ..." she replied, her face turning red.
"Oh, it must be good." Jeff said, "Go ahead, Brian. Guess you're in for a treat."
I looked from Jeff to Sandy, then to Karen. Jeff nodded his head vigorously, Sandy shrugged, then gave a single nod. Karen scowled and reached for the envelope.
"Two to one, its mine." I shouted triumphantly, as I tore open the envelope.
A photograph fell out onto my lap. I picked it up. It was a photo of Sandy in a negligee'. Written across the bottom were the words, "Your choice, one time, anywhere!" I picked up the photo, and held it out to Jeff.
"I think this really is for you." I said, keeping the image face down.
"Oh, no!" he replied, holding his hands up and laughing. "You said it, two to one, it's yours."
"But, uhm ..." I started, trying not to make any more of a deal of it than it had already become.
"Let me see that!" Karen growled, snatching the photo from my hand.
Her face went white as she looked at the picture. She threw it at her mom, and turned around to face me and her father.
"That's gross." she growled, ignoring her father's laughter.
The laughter seemed only to anger her further, and she began yelling for everyone to get out. As her tirade spiraled out of control, I got up and moved amongst our friends, apologizing and thanking them for coming. All the while Karen was yelling, first at our guests, and then at her own mother and father. As the last of the guests left, I stood at the door, considering for a moment that I might go with them.
I reluctantly walked back into the living room. Jeff was still sitting in the chair. Sandy and Karen were standing in the middle of the room. Karen still ranting over the photograph, while her mother just stood there smiling. As started across the room Karen turned and stared at me.
"For Christ sake Karen, it was just a picture, and it wasn't even intended for him." Sandy said, her voice getting louder with each word.
"Yeah, right." Karen replied, glancing from her mother to me and back. " I see the way you look at him. You're nothing but a tramp."
"Look." Sandy responded her face showing the anger, "If I wanted to fuck your husband I would certainly not broadcast it in front of the whole neighborhood. I'd just grab him and haul him off to a bedroom and screw his brains out!"
"You, you, you wouldn't dare!" Karen yelled, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.
"Alright, that's enough." Jeff said, starting to rise from his seat.
"Stay out of this." Both women shouted before turning back to stare at each other.
"Like I said, if I wanted him, I'd just take him." Sandy said, glancing over at me.
"You wouldn't ... He wouldn't ..." Karen said her hands still clenching and unclenching.
"I wouldn't give him a choice, and you bet your ass I would." Sandy replied, stepping past Karen and walking up to me.
"I, uhm..." I started taking a step back.
"Shut up and come with me." Sandy said, grabbing my arm.
Karen stood there, like a deer caught in headlights.
"How dare you!" Karen shouted finally.
At that moment, Jeff stood up and stepped between his wife and daughter.
""You made your bed, Karen. Now sleep in it." he said, motioning for Sandy and I to leave the room.
"You're gonna, ... I mean she's your wife and you're just standing here while she ..." Karen shouted staring past her father directly at me.
Sandy half dragged me away as I stared around in disbelief. The whole thing had become so bizarre I couldn't believe what was happening.
As Sandy closed the door to the bedroom, I started to speak. She turned to face me and placed a finger to my lips. At the same time she moved in close, pressing her body against mine.
"Just relax." she whispered, her fingers tracing a path down my chest, stopping at my belt buckle.
The shouting from the living room had ceased, and I couldn't help but wonder what was happening. Sandy knelt down in front of me, her fingers quickly opening my trousers, and pulling them down. I couldn't believe what was happening as she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down as well. My cock betrayed me, beginning to harden almost immediately.
"I uhm, Sandy." I stammered.
"Shhhh!" she whispered, her fingers gently grasping my cock, as it sprang to life. "Everything's going to be fine."
Her lips parted and she slowly guided my cock into her hungry mouth.
I moaned involuntarily as the heat of her mouth engulfed me, and I surrendered to the ecstasy I was about to enjoy. My hands reached down, gently cradling her face as she worked magic. I'm not sure if it was her cock sucking ability, or the sheer eroticism of having my mother-in-law on her knees sucking my cock. Either way, I could feel my balls beginning to tighten, warning of my impending eruption. Sandy must have sensed it as well. She slowly released my cock, and looked up at me smiling. Her hands moved to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal her breasts encased in a white lace bra. There was no sign of shyness or nervousness as she removed her blouse and let it drop to the floor. My eyes were glued to her breasts as she unclasped the bra and let it fall away. I found myself comparing her breasts to Karen's. They were slightly larger, and not as firm but still something to behold.
She slowly stood, her body rubbing against mine as she did, her eyes never looking away. I sensed rather than saw her loosen her slacks and drop them to the floor, allowing her bare flesh to press against me, my cock slipping between her thighs. She moved forward her body pressing even tighter against me, forcing my legs against the bed. Her face closed with mine, her lips pressing against mine. I felt her tongue probing, parting my lips. I would like to say I resisted, but resistance had left several minutes earlier,
My arms encircled her waist, pulling her even tighter against me. I could feel my cock rubbing against her now moist pussy. Her hips were gyrating gently, rubbing up and down my shaft. Our tongues raced against each other as I gave in completely to the passion surging within my body, my mind thinking of nothing but the woman pressed against me. Falling backwards onto the bed, I pulled her with me.
As we landed on the bed, Sandy slid her hand between us, grasping my cock and guiding it to the opening of her pussy. With one quick thrust I buried myself into her. Sandy let out a gasp as I slid into her. She placed her hands against my chest and pushed herself into a sitting position, driving her pussy harder against my pelvis. She tilted her head back, her pleasure clearly written in panting smile as her hips began moving with a frenzy. My own body responded in kind, my hips driving up to meet her downward thrusts. Her fingers dug into my chest as she drove even harder against me, her pussy throbbing in time to the pulsing of my cock.
She began shaking, her whole body writhing in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. She drove her hips downward, grinding against me as her pussy spasmed around my cock. That was all it took, the contractions of her pussy pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her ass, pulling her even tighter against me as I emptied myself into her. She collapsed against me, her breasts pressing into my chest as her pussy continued to spasm, and her hips still humped slightly against me. Her lips brushed against my ear, and I could clearly hear her ragged breath.
We lay like that for several minutes, bathing in the afterglow of our own pleasure. I felt Sandy's tongue flicking across my earlobe. At the same time her hips began moving, gyrating and grinding against me. My hands slid down her back and grasped her ass, pulling her tight against me. At the same time I twisted my hips, rolling to my side. In moments, I was on top of her, my cock still deep in her pulsing pussy. She looked up at me smiling as I slowly began moving my hips, pulling my cock nearly out before driving fully back into her. Her head twisted from side to side and her hands clawed at my waist, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to another orgasm.
In truth I was surprised that I was still hard, but the sight before me, the pure lust, was holding me captive. Her legs rose up locking around me, as she thrust upwards trying to keep me buried inside of her. Her raged breathing turned to groans of pleasure as I kept moving, amazed at how my own passion seemed an inferno, threatening to consume me. I abandoned any pretense of control, giving in fully to my passion. Sandy cried out, her body convulsing. I didn't pause, continuing to drive into her, my mind set on nothing less than emptying another load into her pussy. Nothing else existed as I drove hard into her my whole body intent on just one thing.
Sandy let out a cry, her arms flailing wildly, her body bucking up off the bed. It didn't matter, all I wanted, all I was, focused on filling her with my hot cum. I drove with reckless abandon, chasing after that prize, my body nothing more than a means to an end, and that end was rushing headlong toward me. With all my effort, I drove into her again and again, each thrust making her gasp. It didn't matter, nothing mattered as I rushed headlong toward my orgasm.
Sandy moved with me, her body thrusting upward in as much need as my own. Her face was a mask of abandoned passion, complete lust matched only by the burning desire I, myself felt. Her fingers dug into my back, the pain serving to urge me on. My body was on fire, a burning inferno being consumed by the passion between us. Sandy's hands grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to hers as our hips drove hard against each other. Her tongue dove into my mouth, searching, probing. It was the last straw, our shared passion erupting as I drove into her one final time. I felt my life, my soul draining from me as pulse after pulse of burning desire emptied from me, filling her writhing form.
We lay there, our bodies seeming to meld together, as the heat of our passion slowly subsided. I could feel her chest rise and fall, her breathing seemingly in synch with my own. Neither of us spoke as we let the passion slowly ebb, our breathing gradually returning to normal. Her fingers drifted across my back, the lightness of their touch in sharp contrast to the gouging need of moments before.
"Happy birthday." she whispered, kissing my lightly on the cheek.
Slowly reality came crashing down on me. I rolled off Sandy, my mind a mix of emotions. I felt her roll over, her fingers gently caressing my chest. It seemed an eternity before she finally spoke.
"Everything will work out." she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, once more sending shivers through me. "Let's go get this over with."
I felt the bed shift, as she stood. She reached out and grasped my hand, pulling me up. I looked up at her, my eyes drawn to her cleanly shaven pussy, droplets of my seed clinging to her lips.
"Let's not get started again." she said, amusement clear in her voice. "Come on now."
She pulled me to a standing position, I reached for my pants and she grabbed my wrist, stopping me. She shook her head and headed toward the door, her ass swaying tantalizingly in front of me. I stared after her for a moment, amazed as I felt my cock beginning to harden yet again.
She stopped with her hand on the door and turned back to face me. Her eyes caught the vision of my pulsing cock, and she smiled. She motioned with her hand, beckoning me forward. I took a few steps and she slipped her arm around my waist as she opened the door. I walked in stunned confusion, my mind not processing anything as we made our way down the hall. We were almost to the living room before my mind registered the sounds. There was no pause, no time to think as Sandy pulled me into the living room. The sight that met my eyes caused all worry to evaporate. Jeff was naked sitting in the chair, his hands resting on Kathy's head which was resting inches away from his cock. Kathy was also naked, and even from this distance I could see the cum dripping off her naked breast.
Sandy pulled me close against her as we walked across the room. We stopped a few feet away, as Jeff looked up at us. Kathy turned her head, and smiled, her eyes meeting mine. She mouthed the words, "I Love You" as she sat upright and reached out to grasp my hand. Sandy released my waist and knelt down beside her daughter, her hand reaching out to grasp her husband's cock, which responded immediately.
Not to be outdone, Kathy moved in front of me, her mouth seeking my now rigid member. In total silence, she wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking me deep into her throat. I stood there in bewilderment, trying to take in the scene before me. Sandy was now swallowing her husbands cock, her head moving with an absolute frenzy. My hands dropped down, gently caressing Karen's cheeks as she took my cock deeper than she ever had before.
"Now this is a birthday." Jeff said, the pleasure his wife was giving him clear in his voice.
I could only nod in agreement as I gently caressed Kathy's head.