My Mother in Law and I have been meeting each other downstairs while everyone is asleep Part II

Part one
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4gpsv3/my_mother_in_law_and_i_have_been_meeting_each/

Note: I got Melanie’s age wrong. She’s 46, not 47. Just wanted to put that out there.

I kind of avoided Melanie for the next few days. The morning after our first encounter, I woke up at five thirty on the dot, and the whole house was quiet except for the sound of Melanie getting ready in her room. I heard her footsteps and could I could see in my head Melanie walking back and forth from her closet to her bathroom vanity in nothing but her underwear; I wondered what color her bra and panties were (I hoped a dark blue), and I could see her bra and panties tight against her skin so that her thick meat stood out, leaving marks on her skin when she finally pulled them off when she got home from work. I never realized how much I loved a thick woman; Kathy is tall and thin; Melanie though, she’s got some meat on her.

I laid in bed feeling pathetic, thinking about my mother in law in her underwear, trying to imagine what her naked skin looks like. She was probably freckled and tanned all over. I thought about running my hands over her thick thighs and arms; I thought about pulling her panties to the side and entering her, fucking her raw.

My wife got up while I fantasized and started her day (she has to, that’s part of her getting better). She left the bedroom and went downstairs and I heard her start up the treadmill after several minutes. Melanie and I were alone upstairs, no more than fifty feet apart. I stared at the ceiling, still in bed under the covers, and I started to pray Melanie would open the door and sneak into bed with me for a quick fuck before she left for work. I could hear her voice in my head, asking to see my cock like she did just six hours before.

Melanie’s door opened and I heard her go downstairs; I was hoping there’d be a pause at the head of the stairs (her watching the door to the bedroom I was in) but nothing. I heard muffled conversation downstairs and was afraid Melanie would tell Kathy everything. Why wouldn’t she? She was drunk, I was drunk. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her daughter when she was extremely fragile. Hell, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt my wife. But the excitement of meeting Melanie again consumed me.

I tried to listen to their conversation downstairs. Kathy answered in short sentences because she was on the treadmill. About fifteen minutes passed until I heard Melanie go out the front door.

That night I didn’t read on the couch. That whole day I felt the urge to make a move and decided to fight it. I was completely distraught, but Kathy didn’t even notice a bit. We went about our day, went for our evening walk like always, and went to bed at the same time.

Only I didn’t fall asleep right away. Some time before midnight, I heard the front door open and the sound of Melanie’s wedges against the hardwood floor. My cock tingled with excitement as I heard her walk around downstairs, and get this–I actually jizzed in my boxer shorts, a little precum, like I was a teen having his first sexual experience. Melanie had reduced me to a little pussy who came at the mere thought of her touch.

Melanie must’ve stayed downstairs for fifteen, twenty minutes. My heart stopped the entire time–was she waiting for me? Was she disappointed that I wasn’t there for her, that her new little fucktoy wasn’t there with a ready and willing cock?

When Melanie finally made her way upstairs I held my breath. At the top of the stairs, she stopped for several moments, and then I heard the door to her bedroom open and close.

I managed to avoid Melanie for two more days, which is hard to do when you live in the same house. But Melanie worked long hours and stayed out for drinks after work. On Saturday, I stayed in the bedroom until Kathy and I left to go do some window shopping (walking around Target does wonders). When I went down stairs I heard Melanie and Kathy talking in the kitchen. I called out to Kathy that I’d be waiting in the car, but it was more like a croak because I was so nervous. As I sat in the car waiting for Kathy I wondered if Melanie was telling her everything that had happened the other night.

If you’ve ever cheated, every moment you’re not with the person you cheated on, you’re just absolutely paranoid they’re going to find out. It can drive you crazy, and it’s a just punishment.

Anyway, Kathy and I spent a few hours away and when we got back I went straight to the bedroom to watch some Netflix. I’m going to fastforward to that Saturday night because I feel like I’m droning on, so here’s the abridged version: I spent the whole afternoon and evening watching Jessica Jones.

At around ten Saturday night, Kathy was asleep in bed beside me. I was reading a book, with the lights on. Kathy stopped taking Melatonin the day before and it’s already been harder for her to sleep, and the light was bothering her.

“Go read downstairs,” she muttered into her pillow. “Please?”

So I grabbed my book (the thought of going downstairs, of Melanie hearing me and coming down there too was so exciting I almost left it in the room) and walked downstairs. My steps weren’t loud, but there weren’t quiet, either. Melanie knew I’d be going downstairs. She knew Kathy would be asleep, and her husband wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

I sat on the couch with my book open but I was too scared to read. My hands were sweating so much that the ink on the pages were smudging. Ten minutes must’ve passed until I heard a door open upstairs, and footsteps on the stairs.

Melanie entered the living room. She was wearing yoga pants and a tank top. I had never found workout clothes so fucking hot. Her hair (which is a short, dark red pixie cut but a little longer) was all messy.

“Hi Anthony,” she said carelessly. It was the first time we’d seen each other in three days. Melanie walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. I was hoping she’d grab the tequila–it would make things much easier.

“Would you like some water?” she asked me. I told her no thanks. She filled up her glass and tilted her head back, drinking, one hand on her hip. She filled up her glass again and walked toward the couch. She took a seat close to me.

“I haven’t seen you around,” she said, the same way you say it to a coworker in an elevator.

“I know,” was all I could say. The fingers on my left hand were twitching.

“I was wondering why you weren’t reading downstairs anymore,” she said. She tilted her head and was looking right at me. “Have you been avoiding me?”

“No,” I said, with a dry laugh. I swallowed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“My throat hurts,” I said, and it did it was dry and felt like it was swelling.

“Here,” said Melanie. She brought the glass to my lips slowly like she died with the lime the other night. She scooted close to me and placed one hand behind my head.

“Drink,” she said. She kept the glass to my mouth and I drank the rest of the water. She brought the glass down and inched her head close to me. My head felt empty, but also like a million tiny explosions were going on behind my eyes. Melanie brought her lips to mine but didn’t kiss me, she just rested them against mine. They felt think, and even firm (as I mentioned, she gets lip injections monthly), they felt clean, pure, not cracked at all. She breathed slowly and I felt her breath enter my mouth and all these smells erupted; have you ever smelled sex on someone’s breath? That’s what it smelled like.

Melanie moved her head back slightly and put the glass on the floor. Her hand found my thigh just like the night before, only this time she was more direct.

“It’s hard with your shorts on,” she said.

I slipped of my shorts and Melanie grabbed my cock. Like the other night she played with it, pulled back the foreskin and gently ran her thumb over the tip, swirling the precum; she got the precum over her fingertips and rubbed it all over my cock.

“I can make you finish,” she said. We were looking at each other.

“Okay,” I said, with a nod.

Melanie started rubbing my cock. Her grip was firm, confident. She was going at a steady pace (1 and 2 and 3 and 4, etc.). Her other hand was still on the back of my neck. I was beginning to moan quietly. Melanie’s mouth hung open and she was beginning to breath hard. I wanted to kiss her as I came. I leaned forward slowly to kiss her but she gently grabbed the hair on the back of my head and shook her head no and said, “Not now.”

As if to make up for not wanting to kiss, Melanie started rubbing my cock harder.

“Do you want to come?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Tell me you want to come.”

“I want to come.”

Suddenly she stopped.

“Tell me you want to come,” she said, this time a little louder. I looked her in the eyes and said I wanted to come. She looked at the carpet and the couch. “You can’t come on the couch, or the carpet,” she realized, and I was briefly terrified she would call it a night and leave me like that. But then she grabbed the cup and handed it to me.

“Come in this,” she said.

I held the cup in front of my cock and she started jacking me off I was moaning, trying to keep quiet, I usually am but handjobs are my kryptonite.

“Sh,” said Melanie, “sh.”

“I’m coming I whispered.”

“Good,” said Melanie.

I exploded into the glass. Melanie kept on stroking my cock, watching the cup fill up with my cum. I got it all in, by the way. She didn’t stop until I was completely drained.

My heart was in my throat, my head felt like it rolled off my shoulders. My cock felt like water, it was the strangest and possibly most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.

“Make sure you clean the glass,” said Melanie, the same way your mom reminds you to take out the trash before she leaves for work. And Melanie got up and left, went upstairs.

I cleaned the glass really well, but ended up throwing it away. I went upstairs and took a quick shower, then went to bed.

Melanie and I would have two more encounters, and I’ll be sure to update. I know it seems like I’m droning on in the beginning of my posts–sometimes I think I’d be better off writing this in a journal, but it feels great getting the story out there. A lot has happened between me, Melanie, and Kathy. I’ll be updating you guys as often as possible.

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