My in-laws waited for me when he left for work
My husband, Damián, worked nights. He left the house at ten and didn’t come back until six in the morning, when I was still asleep. Newlyweds, with no money to rent a place of our own, we had moved into his parents’ house “for a few months.” Those months stretched on, and I got used to spending the nights alone with my in-laws.
At first everything was polite and a little stiff. The four of us would have dinner when Damián was still there, I’d wash the dishes with Renata, his mother, and at ten I’d be left in a house that never quite felt like mine. Esteban, my father-in-law, read in the armchair. Renata knitted or watched television. I went to bed early so I wouldn’t get in the way.
But after a few weeks, that invisible border shifted. They started inviting me to stay up a little longer. Esteban would open a bottle of wine, Renata would put together some snacks, and the three of us would sit and talk until late. The tension of living with my in-laws dissolved, and in its place something warm appeared, almost conspiratorial. I liked it. For the first time I felt like that house was a little mine too.
—You hardly drink at all —Esteban said one night, filling my glass without asking—. One more isn’t going to hurt you.
—I don’t work tomorrow —I admitted, and let him fill it.
Renata put on music, the old stuff they liked, boleros and some salsa. She laughed with her hands on her hips, moving on her own in the middle of the living room. She was in her fifties, but she moved with a looseness that made me, at twenty-eight, a little jealous.
—Come on, dance with me —she held out her hand.
I resisted, red with embarrassment, but they kept insisting until I got up. Dancing with my mother-in-law was strange and funny at the same time. We laughed, stepped on each other’s feet, spun clumsily around the rug. It was the first time in months that I felt light.
***
The following Saturday, when the gathering was already lively and I’d had two glasses, it was Esteban who pulled me out to dance. I refused out of habit, not because I wanted to. He didn’t accept the no: he took my hand and led me to the center of the living room.
He put a firm hand on my waist. And right away I felt it. His hard cock against my belly, swollen under the fabric of his trousers, pressing fully against my pubis as he guided me slowly to the rhythm of the music. I wanted to pull away a little, by reflex, but his hand didn’t let me. It didn’t squeeze, it just held me. Enough for me to understand that he knew I had noticed. And worse: he turned just slightly, with his hip, so the bulge settled right between my legs, pressed against my cunt over my dress. I felt the whole shape of it, the length, the thick head straining against the fabric. My knees shook.
The worst part was what happened in my body. I started to get hot. I felt the heat rising up my neck and prayed it wouldn’t show on my face. My nipples hardened under my blouse, so tight they hurt, and down below I started getting wet, a warm dampness that soaked my panties in seconds. I smiled nervously, looking anywhere but at him, while inside my cunt was burning.
This is wrong. He’s Damián’s father. This is so wrong.
But I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, at one point when Renata turned to get more wine, I pressed my hip against his, just a little, and felt his cock jump under the fabric, answering me. Esteban let out hot air against my ear and tightened both hands on my waist.
When the song ended, Renata took my place. My mother-in-law hugged me differently than the first time, closer, pressing her chest against mine. At first it made me uncomfortable. Then I felt her nipples harden through the fabric, two thick points digging into my breasts, and to my own surprise mine responded the same way. Her hand slid down my back until it rested at the base of my ass, and she pressed me fully against her, hip to hip, a slow rubbing that wasn’t dancing. It was strange being like that with her, and at the same time I liked the way she held me in her arms and moved against my body.
—A photo of the two of you —Esteban said, lifting his phone.
We stood cheek to cheek, smiling for the camera.
—Now a kiss —he asked, in a tone that wasn’t quite a joke.
And before I understood what was happening, Renata turned her face and kissed me on the mouth. It wasn’t a brush. She held the back of my neck firmly, parted my lips with her tongue, and hugged me hard so I wouldn’t pull away. Her tongue went in hot, thick, searching for mine, turning inside my mouth with the ease only a woman who knows what she’s doing has. I froze, eyes open, heart racing. A woman was kissing me. My mother-in-law was kissing me with her tongue inside. And the most disturbing thing was realizing, seconds later, that I was kissing her back, sucking her tongue, letting her do it, seeking her too.
I felt a stream of fluid run down my thigh, soaking my panties completely. That really scared me, and I pulled away abruptly.
—Sorry —I murmured, not knowing who I was apologizing to.
No one was laughing anymore. The air in the room had changed.
***
Esteban took his wife’s place, asking for his photo “too.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and, slowly, his hand slid down until it rested fully on my ass. I shuddered. His hand was large, heavy, and it squeezed my cheek with intent, fingers sinking into the flesh over my dress. Renata, from where she was standing, asked us to give each other a kiss like hers and mine.
My father-in-law came face to face with me. He drew me in by the waist and I felt his erection pressed against me again, this time without music or excuse, his cock marking my belly. When he kissed me, I no longer pretended surprise. I held onto him and kissed him back, slow, deep, sucking his tongue the way I’d sucked his wife’s a minute before, while part of my head screamed at me to stop and the other part wasn’t even listening. His hand stayed on my ass, squeezing it in time with the kiss. Renata didn’t miss a detail. She took photos and then lifted the phone and started recording.
That night nothing else happened. We turned off the lights, each of us went to our room, and the house went back to its usual heavy silence. I went upstairs trembling, legs weak, panties soaked and my mouth still warm from Esteban’s kiss.
I got into bed and stared at the ceiling. I heard the water in the bathroom, Renata’s footsteps, the click of the door to their bedroom. I imagined what they were saying on the other side of that wall, whether they were laughing at me or whether their skin was burning too. I yanked down my panties and slipped my hand between my legs. I was so wet my fingers slid in on their own, two, then three, and I fucked myself thinking about my father-in-law’s cock, my mother-in-law’s mouth, the two of them at the same time. I rubbed my hard clit with my thumb while I shoved my fingers all the way in, imagining it was him pounding me and her sucking my tits. I came with a long shudder, biting the pillow so they wouldn’t hear me, feeling my cunt clench around my own fingers like it was a cock. After that I couldn’t sleep. I touched myself again, slower this time, and came again thinking about Renata’s tongue in my mouth. At six I heard Damián’s car pull into the garage and pretended I’d only just woken up.
***
The following week the snacks and wine came back. I, who almost never drank, accepted the glasses without needing to be persuaded. The gathering was too pleasant to refuse, and part of me had already decided what I wanted to happen.
The dancing happened again. But now I was uninhibited, loosened by the alcohol and by everything I’d imagined over seven nights. Esteban lifted the phone to record. Renata stood behind me, kissed my neck, and covered my breasts with her hands over my blouse. She squeezed my tits whole, searching for my nipples with her fingertips, pinching them over the fabric until they were hard as stones. I let her, hot, floating in clouds, resting my head on her shoulder while she whispered in my ear how pretty I looked, how hard the kiss night had made her for me.
Then it was his turn. He kissed my neck too, but his hand slipped under the fabric and touched my skin directly, his fingers closing over a nipple. He squeezed it, twisted it, tugged at it. The other hand slid down my stomach and moved between my legs under my skirt. When he found my soaked panties, he chuckled softly against my neck.
—Look at her —he said to Renata—. Dripping.
He pushed the fabric aside and slid two fingers into my cunt without ceremony. A thick moan slipped out of me from deep down. He moved inside me, curling his fingers, while his palm pressed my clit. Without thinking I reached a hand back and found his fly. I opened his trousers, slipped my hand in, and pulled his cock out. It was thick, hot, hard as iron. I wrapped my hand all the way around his cock and started sliding the foreskin up and down, feeling it get even harder, feeling it throb in my fist.
Renata led him to the armchair and sat him down in front of her. Without hesitation, she opened his trousers all the way, pulled out his entire cock and took it into her mouth in one go. She sucked it from the base, swallowed it until her cheeks swelled, pulled it out covered in saliva and took it back in, this time licking it from top to bottom, sucking his balls, rolling them on her tongue. Watching her like that, my mother-in-law on her knees sucking her husband off with that greed, with that years-long familiarity, left me completely lost.
Without thinking, I knelt beside her. Renata looked at me, smiled with Esteban’s cock dripping from her chin, and offered it to me. I opened my mouth and she shoved it all the way in, guiding me with her hand as if she were teaching me. I sucked it hungrily. We shared Esteban between us, taking turns, our tongues meeting halfway over the red head of his cock, kissing each other with his cock in between. Renata sucked my lips slick with saliva and semen while I kept working his shaft with my hand. Esteban watched us from above, breathing hard, murmuring affectionate curses.
—That’s it, my girls, that’s it, don’t stop —he panted, grabbing both our necks.
We made him finish like that, together. When I felt him explode I left the head to Renata, and she swallowed the first burst and then passed the cock to me, spitting the rest onto my tongue. Afterward we looked at each other and laughed, our mouths still full, hugging on the floor, kissing slowly, passing his cum from one mouth to the other, still hardly believing what had just happened.
***
The next gathering was different from the start. We didn’t stay in the living room. Esteban opened the door to his bedroom and we took the glasses and snacks in there. The atmosphere was different: loaded, electric, tense in a delicious way. No one was pretending anymore that this was just a family get-together.
Renata and I didn’t take long to find each other. We kissed on the mouth, touched, and undressed each other with clumsy urgency. I unfastened her bra and freed her tits, big, heavy, with dark areolas and already stiff nipples. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, went down to her breasts and took an entire nipple into my mouth, sucking it until she moaned. She did the same to me, pulled off my blouse, yanked my bra away, and started sucking my tits, biting my nipples just a little, her hands everywhere, laughing against my skin.
We threw ourselves onto the bed and yanked off the rest of our clothes. I pulled Renata’s panties down and found a fat cunt, shaved, with the lips already swollen and glossy. I lowered my face without thinking twice and started licking her. I had never licked a woman’s cunt before and I was surprised by how natural it felt. I opened her lips with my tongue, found her clit, and sucked it the way I would have wanted mine sucked. Renata panted, grabbed my head, pressed me against her, moaned names, called me daughter-in-law, called me slut, called me pretty.
Esteban watched us standing up, recording, his cock out and stroking it slowly, without hurry, letting the desire between us cook on its own. Every so often he’d come closer, stroke my lifted ass, slide a finger into my cunt while I sucked his wife off.
When we were both naked and hot, we called him over. We knelt together in front of him and shared him again, this time with no trace of shyness. Renata took him all the way to her throat, pulled back, passed him to me, I sucked him, and we handed him back and forth. The two of us sucked his balls at the same time, one on each side, our tongues meeting at the base of his cock. Then he put me on the bed. Renata settled in the opposite position, her mouth on my cunt and my mouth on hers, and we started eating each other out, first slowly, then eagerly, our legs tangled, moaning into each other’s cunts, searching for the rhythm. She opened me with two fingers and ran her whole tongue over my clit; I did the same, learning from what she was doing to me. Just before either of us could finish, Esteban got between us.
He rammed his cock into Renata first. He shoved it in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt, and she screamed against my cunt. He fucked her hard, holding her by the hips, while she kept sucking me through muffled moans. Then he pulled out, brought it to my mouth so I could clean it off his wife’s juices, and slammed it into me. Wide, long, hot. He filled me completely. He started slowly so I could get used to it and then quickly settled into a brutal pace, while Renata sucked my tits and kissed my mouth.
He took us by turns, first her, then me, alternating without losing rhythm. He put us both on all fours, ass to ass, and moved from one cunt to the other with his cock slick from both of us. He fucked me from behind while I licked Renata’s cunt; then he laid me on my back and fucked me while Renata kissed my mouth and pinched my nipples. He did it in different positions, stopping only to switch from one to the other, looking at the two of us with the smile of a man who knew exactly what was happening under his roof. The old man was insatiable. He made me come three times with his cock inside me, feeling my cunt clench around his shaft like a fist; then he made Renata come beneath him, screaming and scratching his back; and even so he still seemed able to keep going. He finished by emptying himself onto my face and Renata’s tits at the same time, two thick streams of hot semen spilling over us, which we spread with our fingers and tongues, licking each other’s nipples and lips until we were clean.
***
From that night on it became impossible to wait for the weekend. As soon as Damián shut the door and started the car, the three of us looked for each other. Renata and I would start, warming each other up slowly in the big bed, eating each other out one at a time or at the same time, and by the time Esteban arrived we were ready for him to fuck us. Other times it was the other way around: he’d wake us both with his hands between our legs, his cock already hard against one of us, and we’d receive him together, one sucking him and the other running her tongue over his balls until he decided which cunt to bury himself in first.
We never talked about it in daylight. In the morning, when my husband came back from work and sat down to breakfast with his parents, I served the coffee as if nothing had happened, still with his father’s cum dripping between my legs, and sometimes I’d exchange a look with Renata over the table. A look only the three of us understood.
Damián kept working nights. And a long time ago I’d stopped complaining about being left alone.