The Favourite Daughter-In-Law Pt. 01

The sun was shining brightly as Chris and his wife Sarah walked up the driveway towards Phil and Gwen's sprawling house. Chris strode confidently, his parents' house like a second home to him, his athletic build showcased by the tight-fitting shirt he wore, while Sarah trailed behind him, her long blonde hair falling in loose waves down her back.

As they approached the house, the door opened and Chris' father Phil appeared, a warm smile on his bearded face. He wore a casual polo shirt and shorts that highlighted his muscular physique. "Hey there, you two!" he greeted them, stepping outside to give each of them a tight hug.

Chris' mother Gwen was inside, busily tidying up the kitchen. She turned around at the sound of their voices, her hazel eyes lighting up at the sight of her daughter-in-law Sarah. "Oh, hello dear! You look lovely today," she said warmly, giving Sarah a hug as well.

Chris and Phil chatted excitedly about the upcoming football game as Sarah set the cookies she brought on the kitchen counter. She had dressed for the occasion, wearing a light sundress that accentuated her curves. Phil couldn't help but steal a glance at her, admiring the way the fabric hugged her figure.

As they settled in the living room, Sarah perched on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed at the ankles. Chris sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch as he listened to the conversation. Phil and Gwen sat on the opposite couch, chatting about their latest travels.

Sarah couldn't help but notice the way Phil kept sneaking glances in her direction, his eyes lingering on her for just a moment too long. She was flattered by the attention and couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Is there something on my face, Phil?" she asked with a sly smile.

Phil chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no, just admiring the view," he replied with a grin.

Gwen playfully elbowed him. "Behave yourself," she scolded, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

As the conversation turned to games, Chris suggested they play a complicated board game he had brought. But Phil, ever the entertainer, had a better idea. "Let's play Truth or Dare," he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Sarah felt a flutter in her stomach at the suggestion. She had always been a bit of a wild card, and certainly prided herself on matching the sometimes chaotic energy of her father-in-law, but she also cared deeply for her mother-in-law and didn't want to make Gwen uncomfortable. Chris raised an eyebrow, running a slender finger through his red-streaked blonde beard intrigued by the idea. Gwen hesitated for a moment, worried about the potential for embarrassment or inappropriate questions, but ultimately relented.

The afternoon sun poured in through the windows of the spacious living room, a slight reflection glinting off the glass top of the coffee table and the black screen of the large TV on the wall, all the attention of both couples turned toward Chris and Phil instead as both father and son grinned and proposed rules for the game, each with an easy confidence and charisma that highlighted their relationship and similarities despite the vast physical differences.

In his late 60s, Phil was carrying more weight than ever before in his life, but his thighs and shoulders remained an obvious statement of the power in his short muscular build and the sporting prowess of his youth. The dark tan and lines on his craggy face along with the streaks of grey in his dark hair and beard clear signs of the decades spent outdoors in the sun.

By contrast, his eldest son Chris was in his mid 30s, and was a full six inches taller than his father had ever been, with the blonde hair and blue eyes of his mother instead, and a lean athletic build that made him appear more slim than anyone else present despite his height. The hint of ginger in his blonde beard also highlighted how fair skinned he was in comparison to his father, a complexion that only his lovely wife Sarah's porcelain skin could beat for lack of pigment.

The physical contrast of the two aside, their easy humour and confidence made Gwen and Sarah smile as the rules of the game were proposed, drinks and snacks were laid out and the boys briefly held court in the living room.

"I'll help with the snacks" Sarah suggested, placing a hand gently on her mother-in-law's upper arm as she followed Gwen to the kitchen, leaving their husbands to trade tales of dares they remembered from their respective college experiences decades ago.

"Thank you, Sarah"

Sarah had known Chris' family for almost a decade now, although she had only officially married into it two years earlier, and she was equally proud of her ability to match wits and sarcasm with her boisterous father-in-law Phil as she was proud of her place as the daughter Gwen had always wanted but never had. The two women moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, and Gwen turned on the kitchen radio to fill the large open-plan house with some quiet music out of habit.

"Are you sure Truth or Dare is a great idea? We don't have to play if you don't want to" Sarah offered, her big blue eyes searching the older face of her mother-in-law for any unspoken complaint.

Gwen stopped what she was doing and let her eyes look Sarah up and down before holding her hands reassuringly. They were thirty years apart in age, and Gwen couldn't help but notice that Sarah bore some resemblance to herself from all those years ago, not quite as slim and petite as Gwen had been in her tennis playing days when her blonde hair, athletic legs and short skirts had first won the attention of her husband, but not as voluptuous as Gwen had become years later after motherhood, and certainly without the extra weight Gwen now carried in her retirement years.

"I've been married for 35 years, Sarah. It's sweet of you to say, but I know my husband and our sons, and I'm not going to stop them playing their games. Who knows, it might be fun!" Her narrow face broke into a smile of amusement, "But I can always step away and find something else to do if it doesn't interest me, I'm more worried about you. You won't let them bully you I hope?"

Sarah almost blushed at the suggestion, feeling suddenly as if her constant teasing banter with Phil perhaps wasn't as cool and confident as she had hoped it appeared, nodding her assurance to her shorter and more buxom mother-in-law as they held hands in the kitchen.

"Of course. I can hold my own with those two. I just wanted to make sure they didn't do anything that made you uncomfortable in your own home, sometimes they are a little inconsiderate, if you don't mind me saying so?"

Pouring a glass of wine and giving the younger woman a shrug and a vague smile, Gwen whispered "I'm fine with it. So long as you're having fun, and nobody gets hurt, I'm ok with anything they do."

As they worked together in the kitchen, Sarah couldn't help but admire Gwen's grace and poise. Despite her age, she had a youthful energy that Sarah found infectious. It was clear that she had a deep love for her family, and Sarah felt privileged to be a part of it.

Phil walked into the kitchen, his booming voice filling the room. "Hey, ladies! What's cookin'?"

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "Cookies, Phil. What else?"

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, the way to a man's heart."

Gwen smacked his arm lightly. "Behave yourself."

Phil just laughed, the sound echoing through the house. "What? I'm just being honest."

Chris walked in behind him, a broad smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around Sarah's waist from behind, nuzzling her neck. "Hey, beautiful. How's it going?"

Sarah leaned back into him, feeling his warmth against her. "Good, good. Just getting these snacks ready. How's everything else coming along?"

Chris shrugged. "Good, I think. Dad's been setting up the games in the living room. You know how he gets."

Sarah laughed. "Oh yeah, I do."

Walking back into the living room with a platter of snacks, Sarah felt all eyes on her as Chris smiled and Phil's voice boomed through the house in his often overly loud tone "My favourite daughter-in-law returns bearing gifts!"

Laughing at the joke, Sarah flashed him a smile of her own, bending to place the platter on the coffee table and noticing his leery gaze follow her cleavage with interest.

"Unless there's another daughter-in-law I don't know about, I should hope so!" She replied

"Even if there was you'd still be the favourite I'm sure" Chris chimed in, standing up and wrapping a long arm around his wife's shoulders, his lips planting a sweet kiss on her cheek before moving to the kitchen and helping his mother bring the drinks in.

As they all gathered in the living room, Sarah felt a sense of excitement building. She wasn't sure what to expect from Truth or Dare, but she was looking forward to finding out. As the games began, the room buzzed with energy, everyone eager to see what challenges lay ahead.

And so the games began, with Chris and Sarah laughing and teasing each other, and Phil throwing out the most outrageous dares he could think of. Gwen watched from the sidelines, a small smile on her face, content to let the others have their fun.

"Now should we start with the youngest, the most beautiful, the most talented, the most popular, or the most easily embarrassed?" Phil suggested with a mischievous smirk on his old face as they discussed who to take the first turn, "Well I suppose our darling daughter-in-law wins first turn by all of those metrics. What do you say, Sarah? Ready to take on a challenge?"

Sarah felt her heart skip a beat. She was nervous, but also excited to see where this could lead. She looked at Phil and found herself drawn to his charm and charisma. "Sure, why not?" she said, trying to sound confident.

Chris looked a little put out by not being considered the most talented, but he seemed to be amused by the banter between his Dad and his wife, and Sarah couldn't help but wonder if he liked seeing them flirt.

As the game began, Sarah was surprised to find that Phil's dares were actually quite innocent. He asked Chris to do a silly dance, Gwen to sing a favourite song, and Sarah to show off her best impression of a celebrity.

Sarah was having a blast, and she was surprised to find that Phil's playful teasing made her feel more alive than she had in a long time. She wondered if he felt the same way.

Chris and Sarah both made sure to include Gwen in the banter and the game, but it soon became clear there was shared interest in encouraging Sarah to more and more sexual confessions and dares from both Chris and his father.

The air was warm and sultry as the group sat around the glass coffee table, sipping their drinks and enjoying each other's company. Phil couldn't take his eyes off Sarah, who was lounging on the sofa next to him, her long legs stretched out on the ottoman. Her short dress had ridden up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh, and Phil found himself imagining what lay beneath.

"You know, Sarah," he said, his voice low and husky, "you really are a stunning woman."

Sarah felt a thrill of excitement at the way Phil was looking at her. She knew she shouldn't encourage him, but she couldn't resist the attention he was giving her.

"Why, thank you, Phil," she replied, batting her eyelashes. "You're not looking too bad yourself."

Chris watched the exchange between his father and his wife with a mix of amusement and unease. He had always known that Phil was a bit of a flirt, but he never expected his father to be so forward with Sarah in front of his mother. And yet, there was a part of him that found the idea of sharing Sarah with his father incredibly arousing.

Breaking the suddenly intense eye-contact with her father-in-law, Sarah turned her attention back to her husband with a playful smile, "Truth or Dare, Chris?"

Chris looked up at Sarah, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Dare," he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine as she considered her options. She had always been a bit of a wild card, but she didn't want to do anything too risqué in front of Phil and Gwen.

"I dare you to... give me a foot massage," she said, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Chris grinned and eagerly complied, moving to the end of the sofa and taking her foot in his hand. As he began to rub her sole, Sarah let out a soft moan of pleasure, feeling a rush of heat between her legs.

Phil watched the scene with interest, his eyes locked on Sarah's face. He could tell she was enjoying the foot massage, and he wondered what else he could do to give her pleasure.

Gwen, sensing the tension in the air, decided it was her turn.

"Truth or Dare, Sarah?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, then decided to go for broke.

"Dare," she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Gwen smiled mischievously, then leaned over and whispered something in Sarah's ear. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, then she nodded slowly, a look of determination on her face.

Phil watched with interest as Gwen whispered in Sarah's ear, wondering what kind of dare she had come up with. He was surprised when Sarah accepted it so readily, but he couldn't deny the thrill he felt at the idea of what was to come.

"Well, dinner won't cook itself" Gwen suddenly announced, extracting herself from her chair and walking towards the kitchen, leaving Phil and Chris to share a confused glance as Sarah moved to sit on her husband's lap, blushing furiously as she whispered in his ear.

"Your Mum dared me to find out just how far you really want me to go... with your Dad..." She leaned back, her eyes wide and nervous, uncertain what her husband's response would be. Their sex life had always been incredible, and he was very accepting of her boundaries, but non-monogamy was something he hadn't tried to push onto her, let alone with his own father... and yet.

Chris smiled, his heart racing as his hand rested on the soft bare skin of his wife's pale thigh, his thumb tracing circles on her flesh beneath the hem of her dress.

"If you're ok with it... and Mum's ok with it..." He cleared his throat, voicing a fantasy he'd only shared with his father before, "I want you to do anything and everything he wants... and that I want..."

Sarah's chest was pounding as her heart skipped a beat, sitting back and letting her gaze flick between father and son, both smiling at her with a familiar warmth and love, but also with a hunger and desire that spread an unexpected warmth through her thighs and stomach as she self-consciously brushed a blonde curl back behind her ear.

"Really? This isn't a joke or a test? You want this, you both want this?" She paused, "Together?" She added, as the possibilities and permutations of her husband's unexpected suggestion suddenly raced through her mind with pornographic detail.

"I'm not a cuckold if that's what you mean" Chris laughed, his hand sliding further up her thigh, the edge of his thumb now teasing her through her panties, "I'm not missing out on the most gorgeous woman in the world just because Dad finally gets to see how lucky I am".

Something about the way he said the word "Dad" while his thumb teased a wet patch through the cotton of her panties made Sarah shiver with embarrassment and pleasure all at once, and she glanced back over her shoulder to where Gwen was innocently preparing roast vegetables with her back turned, her mother-in-law swaying her hips slightly to the music from the radio, wilfully oblivious to the trio in the living room.

"How would we... I mean... if I say yes..." Her previous confidence and sassy attitude melted away and she hated that she couldn't continue to match the easy humour of her husband and his father, as Phil leaned forward his broad shoulders move pronounced as he shifted his bulk and lowered his voice to a deep but gentle growl.

"You say yes. You do everything I say as if it's a Dare, and you enjoy yourself."

Chris shot his father a glance and added "Everything we say. And if you need to stop for any reason, you say the safe word."

Phil nodded a grudging agreement and with an audible groan got to his feet, "One second" he grinned before walking out of the room, leaving Sarah and Chris alone for a moment.

Before she could speak, his lips were on hers, and with his left hand now completely under her dress, his right hand on her cheek and his kiss reminding her of his deep love and desire for her, Sarah closed her eyes and allowed the warmth to spread through her body as she leaned into her husband and kissed him back.

"First instruction, put this on."

The amused growl of Phil's deep voice broke Sarah's reverie and she opened her eyes to first see the noticeable bulge in her father-in-law's shorts at her eye level, and then the leather collar he held in his meaty hand. With a gasp, she bit her lip and lifted her thick mane of blonde curls clear of her pale white neck, allowing Chris to buckle the collar around her throat, tight enough that the sensation pressed constantly in on her mind, forcing another blush to her porcelain white cheeks as she averted her eyes.

"Now you belong to us. You serve us. You follow every command, and you like it. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir"

The words flew from her lips without a second thought and she blushed again, biting her lip to prevent a moan of pleasure from escaping as her thighs closed tight around Chris' hand.

"Get on your knees" her husband whispered in her ear, and the words ran down her spine like a shiver, as she nodded mutely and slid off his lap, kneeling on the thick rug at Phil's feet, her eyes big and innocent as she looked up at her father-in-law as if seeing him for the first time.

"Show me your tits" his mature voice boomed through the high ceilinged living room, almost echoing off the tiles, and Sarah resisted the urge to look behind her for Gwen's reaction, or to glance to her left at her husband, so powerful was the commanding look in Phil's eyes as she looked up at him from her knees, soft white fingers trembling as she reached up to lower her sundress from her shoulders and reaching back to unclasp her bra, the garments falling away to release her perky D cup breasts, soft and exposed under the intense stare of her father-in-law, a light blush spreading across her chest as she realised the hardness of her pink nipples was as much in response to the attention from Phil as it was from the air temperature as a breeze from the ceiling fan above tickled her exposed skin.

"Good girl"

The voice came from beside her, the first time she had ever heard her husband utter them, and with those two words she felt a wave of pleasure and desire flush deep within her, confirming to her conscious mind for perhaps the first time that she desperately wanted to serve, to be controlled, to be used.

Phil's cock was darker and fatter than her husband's and it was fully erect, radiating an aggressive heat as it throbbed in front of her face, Sarah's hand wrapping soft white fingers around the old man's shaft unprompted, her face turned up to look at him for approval, secretly thrilled to see the pleasure on his craggy face as he looked down at her, his thick chest heaving with deeper breaths in response to her touch inspiring her to smile up at him playfully, her hand working his throbbing cock inches from her face with an enthusiasm and skill that she was proud of.

Chris was kneeling behind her now, his long arms snaked around her hourglass torso, fingers deep inside her panties as her mound responded to his experienced touch, his lips seeking her weakness between her ear and the top of the tight leather collar as he kissed her passionately and breathed his desire into her ear.

"Suck him. Take him in your mouth like it's your favourite thing in the world. Make him forget the years of Mum saying no to him. Your mouth is all he needs."