Tag: Wife

Bernie had six of a family in total. All scattered across the country with lives of their own. Sean, Mary and Sorcha were in Dublin and Siobhan in Donegal. Sean had left years ago after his first posting in Dublin as a garda, got married and had two sons. He’d stayed in the capital with the job but moved to the usual commuter belt village in Kildare. Mary was a midwife in the Rotunda maternity hospital with many years experience and Sorcha was a national school teacher out in Swords. Mary was married to Seamus and Sorcha to Liam. Both were good husbands to her daughters as was Clare a good wife to Sean. The youngest girl Siobhan was in Letterkenny working in one of the local banks and engaged to Eoin, the son of a wealthy Donegal contractor who worked every hour God sent.
The phone rang. Bernie snapped out of her daydream and went over to the sideboard in the hall. Them sideboards every Irish house had with the family photos on top of. It was Niamh. She sounded a bit off. Bernie listened as Niamh explained she had to go into the rehabilitation unit up in Dublin for some intense physio. They weren’t happy with the progress she was making and would be keeping her there for the full week. Niamh worried about Padraig, while handy about the house, he couldn’t boil a spud or make a dinner. Bernie would keep him dinner everyday. I’m away in the morning first thing. Padraig and her were leaving first thing so she’d talk to her maybe tomorrow evening.
They reached Dublin at half nine and Niamh insisted he leave straight away. No point in hanging around here. There was no facilities in the rehab unit. Not even a vending machine. So after saying goodbye Padraig set off. On the way home he thought of Bernie. Yes Bernie, his mother in law. His wife’s mother. Thought of her in a certain way. Dressed in certain clothes and having an intimate encounter. Jesus he could feel his cock stir in his jeans. He stopped by with Bernie to give her the low down on how things were. When he got in she said do you fancy a cuppa and of course he said yes. Never refused the tae was his words. She was back to her granny type pinafore skirt thing today. That was enough to kill any man’s hard. Ah well, maybe he’d be better going home to wank off into a pair of Niamhs knickers.
Him and Bernie talked for a while. But they both seemed to sense something was, let’s say different. Again her eye’s never left his when they did talk. In a way she enjoyed the brush of his hand on her bum yesterday. It was a little exciting. They got onto the subject of yesterday by way of mentioning Joans funeral. Padraig got brave. He mentioned how well she looked yesterday. Bernie mentioned in what way. He couldn’t put his finger on it but said she just did. Padraig was a child of the seventies. He grew up with women dressing in a certain way. On tv, at home was American soaps and action shows filled with these strong women. Bernie sensed it was the trousers. She was right. Padraig loved the look of them and the feel of them. Now she knew what made him tick. Padraig got up and she was sure he adjusted his crotch. She felt guilty but could not help herself. I’ll be around in the tomorrow with a bit of dinner if that’s ok. He thanked her and left.
It was three o clock and Cahir was still sleeping. She cooked bacon ribs and cabbage for dinner. Bernie was in the bedroom deciding whether or not to change before she went around. She opened the drawers and pulled out a nice pink jumper and unhooked her black polyester trousers from Dunnes Stores of their hanger and got dressed. Jesus was she wise? Her sick daughter up in Dublin and here she was, flirting with her vulnerable husband. Ah sure it was harmless fun. Nothing was going to happen anyway. Once he opened the door she knew she had acquired a special power. A power only a strong woman could have over a weak man. Bacon and cabbage Padraig. Your favourite according to Niamh. It is Bernie. His eyes fixated on her body. Looking her up and down he was excited in more ways than one. She put the dinner down and said are ye not making tea? He wasn’t listening really. He just wanted a way to get close to her without being to obvious. He then acting like the predatory male decided to give her a hug to thank her for the dinner. She embraced him. As he hugged her he pulled away and let his hand slip all the way down her back and across her bum. It felt good through her trousers. They were tight around the bum and she felt everything. His hard pressed against her inner thigh. Jesus it felt good. He loved the feel of her in the tight trousers. They both new that there was no going back now. A line had been crossed. No point in not exploring each other. He went to the front door and placed the snip on. They both went up the stairs silent and excited. In some kind of despairing way as to not disrespect Niamh, they went into the spare room.
He closed the door. They both stood there. He then started to kiss Bernie. Jesus he wasn’t messing around. She felt his tongue in her mouth. His hands never left her bum. He stroked and rubbed and caressed it through her tight trousers. Fuck they felt sexy as fuck to touch. Her hole was nice and firm for a woman of her years. He unfastened the hooks and buttons on her trousers, then the zip and he felt them slide down her thighs. He then he placed his middle finger inside her wet fanny. She was fucking soaking. They got on the bed and she in turn took his jeans off. She put her hand on his cock. She could feel the heartbeat in it. Thick and veiny. Veins like plastic straws running all over it like a messed up road map. She wondered what it would taste like. But not now. Bernie wanted it inside her. Her only regret was her chewing gum grey cotton breifs. Fuck they were a passion killer. He yanked them off and whispered in her ear are you ready for this? She just nodded innocently. Then she felt it’s tip at the entrance. She tingled with excitement. Then without warning he pushed it in. Jesus it was sore. It hurt bad. Was he big or was she just tight? Either way it hurt. She told him to go easy so he duly obliged. She then relaxed as he went to town. Slowly deeply. Fuck it was good to feel a man again. To feel a hard cock. So it was a bit of a disappointment when Padraig face became contorted and he started to groan and then exclaim it’s coming. I’m going to cum and with that Bernie felt the hot cum shooting up her cunt. It was pleasurable but she had to admit it gave her more pleasure to know that she now had a certain power over Padraig. She knew his weakness and she loved it. What woman wouldn’t? The day’s ahead didn’t seem so dreary and boring now.