What Mother-In-Law Wants...

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. I mean, if she really needs the help. I was kind of hoping, you know, to finish a few projects around here first," I said, fishing for an opening to get out of it. Clarissa shot me a quick glance and I finished quickly, "but, yeah, I can help your mom out."

Clarissa returned to prepping dinner. "Good. You know how hard things have been for her this year. She can use all the help she can get out there now that she's all alone," she said while slicing into a large sweet onion. Yeah, I thought. Caroline is all alone and tomorrow I would be stuck all alone with her. My wife herself was sending a sheep to the wolf.

We finished dinner, watched a family movie with the boys and then all turned in to bed early. Clarissa wanted to be up and on the road early for her weekend with her girlfriends.

Clarissa left me in charge of getting the boys ready and she was out the door by 7:30. My sister Beth was expecting the boys by 9:00 and then they were going on a family outing for the weekend over to my parents' place. So the boys would get to have fun with the cousins and spend some time getting spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa. It was a win-win situation for everyone. Except for me.

I pulled the pickup into Caroline's driveway around 10:30. I took my time getting there after dropping the boys off, even though she only lives 45 minutes from Clarissa and I. Just needed some time to think, I guess. I parked the truck down by the horse corrals, since I knew Caroline needed help disassembling those, and grabbed my tool box out of the back of the truck.

A couple minutes later, Caroline came out of the house and walked purposefully to the corral. She was wearing her usual straw Stetson, a blue Brushpopper shirt and a pair of especially tight Wrangler blue jeans that were so form-fitting that the unmistakable outline of her cameltoe was as visible to me as the bright sun shining above us. I immediately turned away. Already, I could sense where this was heading.

"Holy crap," she said. "Clarissa said you were gonna drop the boys off at nine. I was expecting you 45 minutes ago." She actually seemed irritated that I was late. I had figured it would be just as awkward for her with me here as it was for me.

"Well, I had to stop in at the sheriff's office to take care of a couple of paperwork items for my report on that stabbing yesterday," I lied.

"Yeah, I heard about that," Caroline said as she entered the horse corral. "Oh, well. Let's get to work." She brushed past me and the invisible mist of the Liz Claiborne perfume she was wearing caught my nostrils and I couldn't help but breathe it in deeply and savor the scent. Who the hell puts on makeup and perfume to work on a farm?

We started off the day by disassembling the entire horse corral and several other smaller horse pens she had set up near the barn. It took us a good three hours and most of it was spent in complete silence, unless one of us was asking the other for a specific tool. I finished the last part of it myself while Caroline went in the house and emerged with two tall glasses of fresh lemonade. It was a welcome break as it was unseasonably hot for mid-September and I was dripping with sweat. I couldn't help but notice that at least one or two more buttons on Caroline's shirt had been unbuttoned since we started this morning.

I quickly downed the lemonade and Caroline took the empty glass from me.

"Need a refill?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine. I have a few bottles of water in the truck, too," I said.

"Okay, then," she said turning toward the house. "When I get back, we'll get started on the fence. I wanna fence in where the corrals were and enlarge the pasture," she said walking away. God, but her ass looked tight in those Lady Wranglers. I couldn't help myself as my breathing and heart rate both picked up.

"Jesus Christ!" I shouted as she walked away.

Caroline stopped in her tracks and did a quick about face. "What's wrong?"

I chuckled. "What's wrong? What's WRONG?" I stammered. "What the hell, Caroline? Are we ever going to talk about it? Or are you just content to not say a goddamned thing about the 10,000 pound elephant in the room?"

Caroline stood there and looked away.

"I mean, what am I supposed to say to Clarissa?" I continued. "How am I supposed to deal with what happened?"

"Well, if you're smart," Caroline quipped, "you won't say anything! If you have half a brain, you'll just keep your mouth shut!"

Jesus. She just didn't get it. Or didn't want to.

"Are we going to talk about it, at least?"

Caroline's shoulders just dropped. "What is there to talk about? It happened. What is it that you think you need to hear from me?"

My mind was a blank. I had no idea what exactly I wanted to hear.

"I dunno, I guess. An apology, I suppose."

Now Caroline chuckled. "An apology? An apology for what, exactly?"

I was starting to get pissed. "You took advantage of me, Caroline. You took advantage of the situation. And for WHAT?"

"Oh, for God's sake, Patrick! Man up about it! Ninety-nine out of a hundred men would LOVE for something like that to happen to them!" She turned and started up towards the house. I decided to say 'fuck it' and followed her. I reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her and immediately let go.

"You know something? You're right, Caroline. A lot of men probably would love for that to happen. And I can't say it isn't something I've fantasized about. But you can't stand there and tell me that you didn't take advantage of me. I at least deserve an explanation for why you did it. Did you not at least THINK about what could have happened if we had gotten caught? Do you not give the smallest shit about what that would have done to me and my family?"

Caroline walked slowly to the bench on her back patio and sat down. She set the empty lemonade glasses on a table and let out a heavy sigh.

"Fine," she said. "I guess you're right, Patrick. I do owe you an explanation. And I guess I did take advantage of you." She sat back and a look of exasperation came over her.

"I just want to know what got into you," I said. "I mean, I don't want you or my wife to think that it was something I ever tried to initiate."

"No, no, no, Patrick. I understand that." Tears started to form in her eyes and I almost started to feel shitty for starting this whole conversation. But I couldn't work out here all weekend and at least not talk about it.

"I guess," Caroline continued, "it has just been a really shitty year. First, Dale leaves for that stupid little whore who's young enough to be his daughter. Then, my Dad up and dies with no warning whatsoever and now I'm stuck watching helpless as my mother slowly dies from cancer and COPD. I guess I just wanted to do something that made me feel good and made someone else feel good." She took off her Stetson and shook her sandy blonde hair free. Somehow, the sadness and her tears made her look even sexier and I immediately chastised myself for thinking so.

"You have no idea what it is like to be dumped for someone younger and better-looking than you, Patrick. You have no idea how that kind of rejection feels like," she said.

I felt like now was the time to say something polite. "I would definitely say that Dale's girlfriend is NOT better looking than you. They say people always affair down, Caroline. And to be honest, speaking as a man," I said smirking, "that woman does absolutely nothing for me."

Caroline looked up at me with teary eyes and smiled. "Thanks, Patrick. I needed to hear that. And as far as what happened that day, I am truly sorry. I can only imagine what Clarissa would say and the horrible damage it would have done to both of our relationships with her. She wouldn't have forgiven either of us, I know."

I sat down next to Caroline, but not too close. As I did, the smell of her perfume again found its way to me. "Caroline, what do you think it was that made you do it? The BJ, I mean."

"Yeah, I knew what you meant," she chuckled. "I guess, when I think about it, I just wanted to be able to prove to myself that I could still make a man happy. I wanted to prove that I could still satisfy a man and be everything that he would ever want or need me to be. And I guess I used you as a vehicle for that purpose, Patrick. I had no right to, but I did. I couldn't help but notice that you were getting aroused and I took advantage of you. And I'm sorry. I hope you can believe that."

"Well," I started, "if we're being completely honest with one another, I have to say that it was one of the most intense and mind-blowing experiences with a woman that I've ever had."

Caroline looked at me and smiled. The anger that I had been feeling for over a week finally left me and I saw her as a woman who was dealing with a lot of her own pain. She just wanted to feel good about herself again. True, she used me and took advantage of me. And if the roles were reversed, I probably could have been arrested for rape. A total double standard, I know.

"I appreciate that, Patrick. I just wish Dale would have appreciated my "talents" the way you did."

"What do you think made him not appreciate it? What do you think made him leave?" I couldn't help it. I wanted to know what she thought and why.

"Well," she paused, "to be honest, it wasn't something I did for him much. He didn't appreciate it enough to ever want to reciprocate. His only interest was his own pleasure and never mine. I guess I got tired of it and as much as I wanted to have sex, I just didn't want to with Dale because I never got any satisfaction from it. So I just quit altogether and I guess he decided to go find it somewhere else."

"To be honest with you, Patrick," she continued, "last week was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had, too. And I'm sorry that it never happens as much or is as satisfying for either of us as we would like," she finished.

The last part of her statement caught me totally off guard. I moved closer to her on the bench.

"Wait...what did you mean by that? That it never happens for us as much as we would like?" Holy shit! What did she know and how much did she know about it?

Caroline reached out and took my hand in hers.

"I know about Clarissa's condition, Patrick. And I know how much it bothers you. It bothers Clarissa, too," she said. "Clarissa has told me all about it and the effect that it has on you, in particular. She knows that your marriage has taken a hit because of it, too."

I started to get angry. "If she knows, then why in the hell won't she do anything about it?"

"You know Clarissa and how headstrong she can be," Caroline said. Yeah, no shit. She didn't need to tell me about THAT. "She absolutely refuses to take anything unnatural for it. She loves you and she's determined to do something about it. She just hasn't found what that is yet."

"If I get a headache," I explained, "I take a damned aspirin. If I get an infection, I take a friggin' antibiotic. Clarissa has an explainable and, according to her doctor, an easily correctable medical condition. I can't understand why she won't do it for me."

"I've tried to get her to," Caroline went on. "I've explained to her that she is putting her marriage at risk by not taking care of the problem. You know what's funny? She was joking with me on the phone a couple weeks ago that she needed three clones of herself," she laughed. "She wanted one to do the cooking and cleaning, one to watch the boys and another clone to have sex with you so she could have free time to herself! She was just kidding, of course."

It didn't make me feel any better. Not only was my own wife not interested in sex with me, but she looked at it like a household chore that she had to do, just like cleaning the damned toilet.

Caroline could see the hurt in my eyes, which now started releasing their own tears. She leaned in close and kissed one of the tears off my cheek. The smell of her Liz Claiborne perfume was getting to be too much. I leaned in closer and kissed her gently but long on the lips. Caroline pulled away briefly, looked me in the eyes, and then kissed me back with even more passion. I could see her chest heave and rise as I kissed her, my tongue searching for hers.

She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her breast and willed me to squeeze it firmly but gently. But that wasn't where I wanted to go. We continued kissing, the passion between us rising each time out lips made contact. I reached down between her legs and caressed my fingers along the bulging folds of her cameltoe through those skin tight Wranglers.

We continue kissing and touching before Caroline stood up and took me by the hand. She led me into the barn and into one of the empty horse stalls. She grabbed one of the large horse blankets off the wall and spread it out on the floor of the freshly cleaned stall.

I slowly unbuttoned her blue Brushpopper shirt and untucked it from her jeans. Damn! Those Lady Wranglers were so tight they looked like they were painted on her. I've never been much of a cub chasing cougars, but right now Caroline was the sexiest woman in the world to me. I reached down and unbuckled her rodeo belt and slowly rubbed my fingers over her bulging cameltoe once again. The heat from her crotch was palpable and I could feel the moistness of her wet vagina soaking through her jeans.

Caroline in turn pulled my sweaty t-shirt over my head and unbuttoned the top button of my Levi's. She ran her open palm over the bulge of my own erection and my dick strained to be released from its imprisonment. I was about to have sex with a beautiful woman who actually WANTED me in return!

I unclasped Caroline's bra, releasing her breasts from their bondage. They sagged ever so slightly, but were still full and felt soft and warm in my hands.

I finished unzipping her Wranglers and slowly pulled them all the way down to her ankles, kneeling as I did so. My face was level with her thin, cotton bikini briefs. The crotch of her panties was already soaked and the smell of her sex was intoxicating.

We laid down on the blanket, kissing and touching, still clad only in our underwear. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked gently, causing Caroline to let out a coo and arch her back. I reached down with my left hand and slid my fingers inside her panties, encountering profuse wetness as I did.

"I want you to fuck me, Patrick. Long and slow!"

I would, eventually. But there was something I wanted to do first. I kissed my way down her chest, her tummy and started kissing her mound through her panties. She slowly thrust her hips upward, silently begging me to take her in my mouth.

I slipped a finger inside the edge of her panties and pulled it to the side, revealing her swollen, pink and soaking wet labia.

I started with a long, slow lick from the bottom of her labia all the way up and slowly suckled her swollen clit.

"Oh, my God! That feels sooooooooo good, Patrick!" she moaned.

I opened my mouth wide, taking the whole of her lips and clit into my mouth. I sucked her into my mouth and made large swirling motions with my tongue. The response of her body told me she had never experienced that sensation before. I could feel her abdominal muscles and the muscles in her legs begin to quiver and I could tell she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

Moments later, her juices flooded my mouth and I savored every last drop. The powerful smell of her vagina, combined with the smell of her sweat from working in the sun, brought out a powerful sexual hunger in me.

I continued eating her pussy and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with my mouth. Finally, she couldn't take any more and guided my mouth up towards hers. She feverishly finished pulling her panties off completely and pulled my boxers off.

I gently brought her legs up to rest on my shoulders and proceeded to enter her slowly. Her pussy muscles were tight from having multiple orgasms and I eased in slowly. Even so, it was pretty effortless given how wet she was.

I was afraid at first that she wouldn't like this position, but she proved extremely limber and flexible. I picked up the pace of my stroking, but she would push on my hips to slow me down if I went too fast. Caroline liked it long and slow and to allow each orgasm to build slowly, culminating in a more powerful release.

She would have two of them this way before she backed me off and had me lie down on my back. She straddled me and rode me cowgirl style and bucked her way to a third orgasm.

We had been fucking for a good 20 minutes. I usually never have that kind of stamina, but something about Caroline brought it out of me. It felt so good to be with a woman who was enjoying it just as much as me and my only concern was to please her right back.

We slipped into a missionary position and I was getting really deep penetration. She was on the edge of yet another powerful orgasm when I felt that familiar dull ache in my groin and knew that my own orgasm was close.

"Inside or outside?" I asked breathlessly. "I'm getting close..."

"Inside! Inside! Don't you dare pull out of me, Patrick!"

It had been over a week and I could tell that I was going to flood her pussy with my semen.

"Oh, shit, Caroline! You feel so goddamned good!" I shouted as I finally released my pent up orgasm.

Caroline screamed my name multiple times as she went over the edge again, too.

I collapsed on top of her, completely spent and as lifeless as a wet noodle. We lay there, completely drenched in sweat and each other's juices. I finally rolled over to the side and my sagging erection plopped out of her now gaping pussy with a loud, wet pop.

I knelt beside her and gave her another deep, passionate kiss. I couldn't believe that I had just got done having mad, passionate sex with the mother of the woman who was the mother of my children. There was something surreal about it as I watched my manly juices ooze and drain from her now well-used pussy.

Caroline just lay there, still breathing heavy, and looked at me and asked, "So? Are you ready to go again?" She reached down and began stroking my cock that was still coated with her juices. Almost immediately, I could feel another erection build.

"You better clear your schedule for the rest of the afternoon! Better yet, you better keep tomorrow open, too!"

We fucked three more times that afternoon, although we moved the action inside to a more comfortable bed and nearer to the showers.

We slept in late the following morning and then had sex twice more before it was time for me to go. We never did finish the fencing project, but I needed to pick up the boys and be home in time for Clarissa to return from her shopping trip. The fences would have to wait until later and I was already eagerly looking forward to the work!

The weekend was absolutely unimaginable for me over a week beforehand. But since that time, it had been all I can think about.

Caroline and I got together twice more after that, first on the immediate weekend after our first time, and then again a week after that.

And that was it. Caroline's divorce from Dale was finalized around Halloween. Around that same time, she began dating the brother of a friend of hers whom she was introduced to. A short while later, she moved in with him in his home near Minneapolis, putting her over three hours away from us. We saw each other less and less after that, although she and Clarissa still talk on the phone for over an hour each night.

Clarissa and I are still limping along. She has made a conscious effort to make more time for us. While that has meant making love at least once a week, she still refuses to take any kind of medication to help improve her low testosterone, relying on herbal cures instead that don't seem to help at all.