My Father-in-Law’s Plan: an Unexpected Guest That Afternoon

This happened many years ago, at a time when my marriage was more of a comfortable routine than anything else. By then I had turned my husband into a chronic cuckold, with several lovers he never even suspected. The most forbidden of them all, however, lived inside his own family: his father. My father-in-law Esteban and I had been meeting in secret for months, and he had confessed more than once that with me he discovered things his wife had denied him for decades.

That Thursday afternoon he called me at noon. He told me my mother-in-law would be out of town and that he had a surprise in store for me. I knew him well enough not to ask. I told home I was going to visit a friend, changed my clothes twice in front of the mirror, and by five o’clock I was ringing his doorbell, my heart already pounding under my blouse.

He opened the door with that grown-boy smile he wore when he was up to some mischief. He kissed me on the mouth as soon as he closed the door, but then he immediately led me toward the living room without giving me time to ask anything. And then I saw her.

Sitting on the couch, legs crossed and wearing a red dress far too short for a formal visit, was a girl who couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Beautiful, with brown hair and carefully painted lips. It didn’t take me long to understand that my father-in-law had hired professional company for the occasion.

“Let me introduce you to Camila,” Esteban said. “Camila, this is the woman I told you about.”

The girl stood up and kissed me on the cheek with the natural ease of someone who does that several times a week. She smelled of an expensive floral perfume. My father-in-law cleared his throat and, with that same smile, announced that he had a couple of things to sort out upstairs and would leave us a while to get acquainted.

“Get to know each other,” he said, and went up the stairs.

I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel offended by how transparent the script was. I sat on the sofa across from her and asked if she wanted a drink. Camila shook her head, settled in beside me, and with the confidence only practice gives, put a hand on my thigh.

“You have beautiful breasts,” she said bluntly. “Will you let me touch them?”

I had had some previous experience with women, but I decided to play the innocent curiosity card. I told her no girl had ever touched me and I didn’t know whether I’d like it. She smiled with professional patience and slid her hand to the first button of my blouse. She unfastened it slowly, never taking her eyes off mine, and when she reached my bra she leaned in to caress me through the fabric.

After a while of letting her do as she pleased, I sat up and looked her straight in the eye.

“Now it’s my turn.”

She hiked her dress up over her hips with a nonchalance that left no doubt about her trade. She was wearing a red lace bra that barely contained a pair of spectacular breasts. I decided to abandon the shy act. I pulled one cup down with two fingers, freed a nipple, and went straight for it. Camila moaned softly, perhaps surprised that the client had changed roles so quickly.

We stayed like that for a while until she, like a lioness reclaiming the initiative, gently pushed me back and began sucking my breasts with a technique no woman had ever used on me before. While she devoured them, I looked up and found Esteban at the top of the staircase, watching us with his breath held. I tipped my chin at him to come down. What I was willing to do with that girl, I wanted him to experience up close.

My father-in-law understood the gesture and abandoned his post as voyeur. When he reached the living room, Camila still had her mouth clamped to my left breast. I indicated with my eyes that he should take care of the right one. Esteban knelt beside the couch, wrapped an arm around her waist, and began sucking Camila’s nipple with the same calm he had brought to mine so many afternoons.

“This man is a pleasure,” she murmured, pulling away for an instant. “He really knows what he’s doing.”

I remembered perfectly well how good he was with his tongue. We let him keep at it for a bit until I decided it was time to take things up a notch.

“Daddy-in-law,” I said, “don’t you think our guest should see the instrument you’ve got?”

“It’s not that much,” he replied, pretending modesty, “but if the woman I love most in my family asks me to…”

And just like that he unbuckled his belt in front of us both. Camila raised her eyebrows with an appreciation that didn’t seem acted.

“Well, look at your father-in-law,” she said, laughing. “I completely understand why you want to fuck him. Doesn’t your husband have one like that?”

“He doesn’t have one, and he wouldn’t know what to do with it,” I answered.

I had Camila turn her back to me. I wrapped my arms around her torso and pressed her breasts together, forming a kind of valley between her cups. I motioned for Esteban to come closer. He understood at once and began moving slowly between the girl’s breasts, while I nibbled at her neck from behind. Camila knew how to keep playing without needing instructions; it was obvious that professionalism included a lot of imagination.

After a few minutes, my father-in-law pulled away.

“Girls, we’ll be more comfortable in the bedroom.”

“Aren’t you afraid my mother-in-law will find out?” I asked, amused.

“In a way,” he replied, “I’d almost be glad.”

The three of us went up the oak staircase hand in hand. The master bedroom smelled of my mother-in-law’s perfume, and that sent a shiver through me that was not exactly guilt. Camila and I finished undressing in front of each other, unhurried. Once naked, we knelt together at the foot of the bed. Esteban stood in front of us, with that erection of his that seemed determined to defy his age.

Without needing to agree, Camila and I divided the work between us. She took one side, I the other. When she went for the tip, I lowered myself to lick the testicles. When I took him in my mouth, she kissed the base. Esteban stared at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, as if trying not to come too soon.

“My love,” he said suddenly, looking at me, “forgive me, but I’d like to taste our guest’s pussy. Camila, in the meantime, make sure my daughter-in-law doesn’t get bored.”

We both nodded without arguing. Camila lay down on the bed with her legs open and my father-in-law plunged into her in one hard thrust. The girl let out a moan that sounded more sincere than any other so far.

“Darling,” she said to me, reaching for me with her hand, “your father-in-law not only has a big one, he knows how to use it.”

I decided she should express herself with another part of her body. I knelt over her face and lowered myself slowly until my sex was over her mouth. She understood without words and stuck out her tongue. She did it devilishly well. In less than a minute I came with such violence that I had to brace myself on the headboard to keep from losing my balance.

“Damn,” Camila panted from under my thighs, “you can tell you enjoy sex. No wonder you’re fucking him.”

My father-in-law was still inside her, keeping a deep rhythm. I lowered myself until I was lying on my side and, without Esteban pulling out, Camila and I started kissing with the lazy slowness of two lovers with all the time in the world. My father-in-law watched us without missing a detail.

“Seeing you kiss like that would get a dead man hard,” he murmured. “Thanks for the show.”

Encouraged by his voice, Camila and I kept playing. She sat on the edge of the bed and I got on all fours to suck one of her breasts. That position left my ass at Esteban’s eye level. He lasted even less looking than I had before. He lay down on the bed and, in that voice of his, said what I expected to hear.

“Darling, come here. I want to fuck you.”

I got on top of him facing away, my ass toward his face, and started riding him slowly. Camila, seated to one side, watched me.

“I hate to repeat myself,” she said, “but the way you fuck him is professional-level.”

Esteban had a moment of doubt and his erection faltered for a second. Camila, without breaking rhythm, reached out and gave him a couple of quick strokes that brought him back to full hardness. He took the chance to blurt out another of his desires.

“I want to penetrate you while you eat Camila’s pussy.”

Camila lay on her back with her legs open. I got on all fours, my face pressed to her sex, and my father-in-law behind me. He entered me with one sharp thrust that tore a moan from me. The difference between father and son was still as obvious as it was cruel: he fucked me with the intensity of a man in his early twenties. I, not to be outdone, buried my tongue in Camila.

“Girl,” she panted, “more than one of my clients would pay for a tongue like yours.”

“Well, you’re getting paid for this,” my father-in-law shot back between thrusts, “so I expect you to give it everything you’ve got.”

We stayed like that until Camila came. When she caught her breath, she sat up and kissed me on the mouth with a new intensity, almost grateful. At that same instant I let myself go too, and my father-in-law had the sense to hold out just a little longer.

“My love,” he panted, “now I’d like to fuck our guest.”

“Your wish is my command,” I answered.

Esteban lay on his back and Camila climbed on top of him. She began riding him up and down with a technique that showed years of experience. I moved closer to her, caressed her breasts and kissed her slowly while she kept moving. She thanked me wordlessly, biting my lower lip.

“For me this is incredible,” she whispered. “You rarely find a good cock and a woman who treats you well at the same time.”

Esteban noticed Camila was getting tired and suggested changing positions. The two of them lay on their sides, him behind her, and he began to pound her with an intense rhythm. I stayed beside them, playing with the girl’s breasts, kissing her neck, biting her earlobe. The moans she let out were not fake, and I was surprised to realize how much I cared that they weren’t.

When my father-in-law felt he was reaching the limit, he asked the two of us to lie together on the bed. He knelt over us and let his semen fall between our faces. Camila and I looked at each other, smiled, and without thinking began sucking him both at once to clean him off. He laughed softly, exhausted and happy.

“You’re wonderful,” he said. “I adore you.”

While we took turns, he brought one hand to my ass and began stroking me, alternating between both holes. One complicit look from Camila was enough for us to understand each other. I sat up, guided his cock back to my sex, and drove it in all the way with one motion. Camila leaned in beside us and started licking my father-in-law’s testicles while he went in and out of me.

“You’re awful,” he panted. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

After a while, I pulled his cock out of my sex and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth with real tenderness. While our kiss went on, I felt Camila’s tongue exploring me from behind, tending to me with the same delicacy she had shown Esteban moments earlier. When I broke the kiss, my father-in-law asked in my ear whether it wasn’t time we went back to taking care of our guest.

Camila lay down with her legs open. Esteban knelt between them and buried his tongue in her. I positioned myself to one side and caressed her breasts and thighs at the same time. The girl started moaning as if no one had ever treated her like that before.

“You’re going to make me feel bad for charging,” she said between gasps. “I should be paying you.”

When Camila came, Esteban straightened up with his cock hard again. I smiled at him.

“Well, daddy-in-law, you never give up.”

“It’s so I can fuck you better, dear daughter-in-law.”

“I’ll help you,” Camila offered, recovered now.

She made Esteban lie on his back and told me to get on top of him on all fours. She took my father-in-law’s cock in her hand and guided it to the entrance of my sex, giving me precise instructions to lower myself slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Once it was inside, I started moving. Camila, pleased with her piloting, got up for a moment and sat on Esteban’s face. He, without missing a beat, began eating her pussy from below.

“This is wonderful,” she moaned. “You make me forget who I am.”

It was clear Esteban wanted to hear exactly that. He kept devouring her until the girl came again over his mouth. When she recovered, she moved to where my sex met my father-in-law’s cock and began licking us both at once. The sensation was as strange as it was addictive. Every time she noticed Esteban losing firmness, she gave him a couple of precise strokes that brought him back instantly. I adored, at that moment, both my playmates.

Esteban came inside me with a long groan. Camila didn’t wait: she brought her tongue to my sex and began licking the traces of semen that leaked out. I, far from staying still, turned and we positioned ourselves in a perfect sixty-nine, with Esteban sitting to one side watching us. Knowing he was the spectator turned me on more than anything else.

And then, when I thought nothing new could happen, I felt my father-in-law regain his erection for the umpteenth time that afternoon. He positioned himself behind me and, without warning, plunged into my sex again while Camila’s tongue remained trapped between the two of us. I lasted barely a couple of minutes before coming with an orgasm that left me shaking.

“Fuck Camila,” I told Esteban, almost without a voice. “I want to see her enjoy herself again.”

The girl received the proposal happily and lay on her back. Esteban knelt between her legs and took her again with the same intensity. I moved close to Camila’s face and we kissed slowly, with the complicity of people who have already shared something difficult to explain.

“You two make my job very pleasant,” she murmured between kisses.

For Esteban, hearing that was enough. He kept pounding her until the end, and at the last moment he pulled out and spilled his semen over her belly, right above her navel. Camila spread it with two fingers as if it were cream, while smiling at me with half-closed eyes.

The three of us went down to the kitchen wrapped in bathrobes and drank a bottle of white wine as if we were old friends. Camila got dressed before leaving and, at the door, squeezed my hand with unexpected strength.

“Whenever you want to do it again,” she whispered in my ear, “tell your father-in-law to call me.”

She closed the door and I stood still for a moment in the foyer. Esteban embraced me from behind and kissed the nape of my neck. We both knew that what had happened wasn’t going to end there.