First of all many thanks to those of you who took the time to read my first contribution, "An Unexpected Afternoon" to the SH stories section I really never expected the response I had and have tried to thank everyone who mailed me by replying personally but if I missed anyone, please accept this as an apology and a thank you for taking time to pass on your encouraging comments which have helped give me confidence to put this next part together. To those who are interested, I'm sorry it's taken so long to send in this second attempt, but as I have said before, I am not the most experienced of writers and while I may find it easy to recall events it's simply a case of me finding it harder to put my thoughts down on paper. I guess much of that is probably due in no small part because I try too hard to remember detail... maybe too much at times but like my first attempt I wanted to get it right so those of you who take the time to read it can get a good "feel" for the atmosphere and the situation. I am sorry it's again ended up such a long read. I can only say to those who much prefer to read of shorter experiences, maybe you should skip this and move onto someone else's. For those of you who are able to read it all, I hope my experiences are enough to fire your imagination. I would again welcome your feedback for it feels good knowing my efforts could possibly bring pleasure to some. Following that illicit Tuesday afternoon I suffered more than my fair share of guilt and yes, if I am honest, despite what I'd said about how I knew I would want more of the same, the cold light of day bought with it reservations...none moreso than how I was not only cheating on hubby but also my own daughter. It was that more than anything that made me decide it could not happen again... Well that was the theory anyway, in practice over the next few weeks I found in increasingly difficult to get my son in law out of my head. I kept replaying over and over just what had taken place... the realisation that we had Fucked??? Just saying it to myself should have been enough to have bought me to my senses yet instead the more thought I gave it, the more aroused I would get. I was reminded of how he had kissed me. The feel of those fleshy lips of his on mine, especially so of how he had both kissed and screwed me at the same time..... not something hubby and I had often done but I have to say, being taken that way had been such a turn on for me. The truth was, I'd lost count the number of ways he had had me that Tuesday afternoon. His stamina had been amazing and while I'd always been capable of multi orgasms I had never had as many as I'd had with him that afternoon. He may have been my son in law but he'd taken me to levels of ecstasy I'd not thought possible. So while the more sensible part of me said no, the naughtier side wanted more. As it was, the next two weeks I was more than a little busy at work and the few occasions (weekends) I saw Andy, it was either with hubby or my daughter present, so little other than some mild flirting took place. It was my daughter that played on my mind most of all. I felt bad enough I had cheated on her in the first place so you might imagine how awful I was feeling with the idea I was still having these feelings over her husband. I even found myself recalling their wedding day. The church...the reception...the whole thing...How pleased and happy I was for her. Like any Mother, hoping they would live out their lives together in as near complete happiness as is possible these days. Not once did it enter my mind that day that I would end up letting him bed me!!! Now here I was, a big part of me wishing just that....! Wrong yes, but rather than judge me, why not ask yourself what you would do given the opportunity? It was a Thursday evening, around seven o'clock, I received a phone call from Andy. He was at home. Apparently my daughter was upstairs enjoying a soak in the bath. Before I'd picked up the phone I saw on the display who the call was from and have to say I was more than a little pleased to hear it was Andy's voice on the line and not that of my daughters. Oh and for those of you wondering what might have been the case if my hubby had picked up the phone? That was never going to be the case for he works away from home during the week, coming home on a Friday evening, a fact I knew wasn't lost on Andy. Having gone through the usual "Hello's" Andy told me my daughter was upstairs having a bath and having had me on his mind these past two weeks, felt it was a good time to call me. I guess it's daft really... a fifty year old woman getting aroused at a simple statement like that, but that's what I found myself doing and like Andy, the thought of my daughter out of the way meant, for the first time, we could talk freely. Andy came straight to the point. "How are you feeling Lin? I've been thinking about what happened?" "Hmmmm! So have I." I told him. "And have you had any regrets?" he asked. As you already know I'd had plenty but didn't want to tell Andy that, so instead I threw the question back at him. "Have you?" "Some yes!" "Oh!" I replied, a part of me disappointed, another side of me pleased that he was at least being honest. "And?" I prompted. I remember him pausing before he answered. "I think we both know it should never have happened Lin but the plain fact is...it did and right now I know I need to see you again." I suppose this was the point where I could have said no, but just hearing what he'd said had got me thinking of that afternoon. So instead of saying no I said, "And just when did you have in mind?" "I thought tomorrow afternoon. That is if you are not working late. I thought I would call over to you after Simone has gone to work?" he replied At the sound of his words I found myself closing my eyes and thinking about him calling round, imagining what might happen. "Yes!" I said. "What time should I expect you?" "I can get over for around three." he responded, sounding more than a little eager. I did a quick calculation in my head, working out I would not get in from work til two thirty. "Make it half past, " I told him. "It will give me time to freshen up." That's how the call ended and after saying our goodbyes I went through to the kitchen to make myself a coffee where I considered what had been said between us. In truth it hadn't been much it was more a case of what to expect for the following day. I tried to watch some TV that evening, flipping through numerous channels but finding nothing that was able to hold my interest.. My concentration was shot to pieces, all I could think about was the phone call and my son in laws plans to call over the next day. By ten o'clock I had had enough and made my way up to bed where, before climbing into bed, I took my favourite "rabbit" vibrator (one I might add, hubby had bought me) from the bedside cabinet and frigged myself off til I was satisfied enough for sleep. If any of you are wondering where it was my imagination had run to while using that vibrator.... well it probably won't come as any surprise to hear it was Andy I saw Fucking me ...I imagined all sorts... even, I am ashamed to say, of him walking in right then and there and screwing me on my marriage bed!!! I ended up falling asleep thinking about what to wear for him the next day. Work dragged for me the next day. Time seemed to stand still and no matter how many times I looked at the office clock, it never seemed to move on more than a few minutes. Finally though the clock crawled around to two fifteen. I put aside any paperwork (to be fair I had done less than I ought to have) then grabbing my jacket and saying a few "goodbyes", I headed for my car. I was home just before two thirty. The last fifteen minutes had been the quickest of the day so far and I knew I still had plenty to do before Andy was due to call. I went upstairs, opened my wardrobe and selected the clothes I'd already decided on wearing. Clothes I felt sure Andy would be more than pleased with. I showered, washed and dried my hair then after applying a little make-up I got myself changed before going back through to the bedroom to look at the finished result in the full length mirror. I smiled to myself as I did a little twirl in front of the mirror. Yes I felt nervous but good about how I looked for it wasn't a conservative fifty year old that stared back at me from the mirror, but instead a rather tarty looking schoolgirl. Lying in bed the previous night I had played over in my mind what it was I might wear for him... how best I could make sure things went as well as I hoped and decided I would wear an outfit I usually only wore for my hubby. Now here I was, dressed in that very same outfit, checking out the result in the bedroom mirror. I wore a nicely fitted white blouse with three quarter length sleeves, the top three buttons of which I chose to leave undone and so allow a glimpse of the black lacy bra I was wearing beneath. The skirt was a short black mini which if I am perfectly honest I knew was far too revealing for someone my age. It had been a present from hubby some time ago and though I had never had the courage to wear it out (and never will) I had always enjoyed wearing it at home for him. The skirt barely finished below a pair of black, lace stocking tops, meaning I was showing off more than a little thigh. It was the look I had wanted for Andy and I knew if I bent over even slightly, he was going to get more than a glimpse of the black lace thongs I had on. The finishing touches were a pair of three inch, open toed heels which again I felt added to my overall look, and finally to complete the "schoolgirl look", I wore an old, yellow and black striped tie which hung loosely around my neck so the knot was teasingly rested between my cleavage. Hubby had always enjoyed me wearing this outfit for him. He always called me "his" naughty little schoolgirl and as I looked at myself in the mirror I found myself wondering if Andy might think similar thoughts and I admit I rather liked the idea he might consider me HIS naughty schoolgirl. Happy I'd achieved the look I'd wanted I made my way downstairs to the kitchen to make myself a drink and wait nervously for his arrival. I didn't have long to wait. He arrived early. I saw him from the kitchen window as he made his way towards the house. Just seeing him approach was enough to cause me misgivings and I have to admit there was a moment I was tempted to run back upstairs and change into something more in keeping with my age. Looking back now I am pleased I didn't....Instead I stood there, almost holding my own breath as I watched the kitchen door handle turn where seconds later he was stepping inside. It's so hard to describe my feelings right then. In the past he had often called over on his own and while we had always gotten on.....not once had I felt like I did that day. What had happened that Tuesday had changed things forever and as I stood there looking at him I could feel my body trembling, partly excitement but much of it nerves. The look on his face when he saw me was enough to tell me the effort I had made to dress for him had all been worthwhile. I saw his smile broaden to a huge grin as he stepped over towards me. "You look fantastic Lin!" he said, already bold enough to run a hand down over my leg. "And stockings as well? Is this all for me?" "You like then do you Andy?" I asked, flicking my fingers seductively against my tie. I remembered him stepping back and watching his eyes studying my body, looking me up and down. Watching his reaction as he took it all in. "Dammit Lin! You're one sexy bitch!" he announced. A few weeks earlier he would never have dreamt of saying something like that to me. Now, alone with him in my own house, just hearing his rough description of me was enough to cause my heart to flutter. His words and tone simply added to the illicit nature of what we were about to do. Like I said earlier, I had thought we might both still be nervous, that with almost two weeks having passed we might have slipped back into being a Mum in law/son in law once more. But if I was nervous (which I was), he certainly didn't seem to be. He stepped forward and pressed his lips over mine, kissing me hard, showing his desire for me was every bit as mine for him. I am not sure whether it was a conscious decision on my part or not but I kind of let him take control. He edged me back against the kitchen wall where his hands pinned mine above my head as we tasted one another's lips. For two weeks he'd been on my mind. Two weeks of trying to deny I still wanted him. Now here I was. It was finally happening and though deep down I still had a million doubts it felt good to be in his arms again...every bit as good as I'd remembered. He probed with his tongue which I sucked greedily into my mouth, willing him to kiss me the way he had that Tuesday as I tried to free my wrists from his grip. It was just a kiss...or that's at least what I tried to tell myself, but the fact is, having kissed him any number of times since, I know there is more to it than that. Though hard to put into words there's just something about the way he kisses....the way he holds me...the way our bodies touch and press together... the way our lips play against one another's. It difficult to describe fully, I just know whenever we kiss, whenever he holds me in his arms, I want it to go on and on and on. He pulled away, both of us a little breathless and again I saw his eyes moving over my body. "It's not too slutty is it Andy?" I asked a little nervously. "You can be as slutty as you like with me Lin. You won't hear me complain." I looked down at his crotch to see the passionate kiss we'd just shared had had it's effect "And what's this Andy? Is this a sign you like your dirty little schoolgirl?" I reached forward and ran a hand over his crotch, my fingers reminding me of just what it was he had in his pants. He grabbed at my tie and pulled me close kissing me again, stepping back almost immediately as he told me, "Why don't you take it out Lin and see for yourself what dirty little schoolgirls do for me?" I couldn't resist his invitation. I undid the button on his jeans then slid open the zip pushing my hand down inside allowing my fingers to slide over the thick bulge that had already formed inside his briefs. I remember groaning quietly to myself as it suddenly struck me this was a big part of the reason I had wanted to see him again. That I, a married woman had had this cock of his pleasure me. Like the Tuesday before, if ever there was a moment I should have stepped away, this was it but two weeks of thinking about him, this was never going to be an option. I knew I needed to experience the high I had felt that day. I looked up into his eyes as I began stroking my fingers up and down his hidden length and have to say it felt good teasing my son in law's thick cock to a full blown erection. We kissed again, with more passion this third time, my lips stifling his groans as our heads twisted one way then the other while my fingers continued to grip and pleasure his length. As daft as it sounds, even knowing we were safe, even knowing we were not going to be interrupted, I kept glancing out of the window. I can only think this was a part of my guilt surfacing, the fear that somehow, someone would unexpectedly turn up. Yet despite my worries, or indeed maybe because of them, I found the very idea added to the excitement of being with him. I remember the kiss going on for what seemed an age. He was pressing me up against the worktop, his hands were everywhere..around my waist...around my back stroking up and down....my neck... my face and of course my breasts where his fingers quickly had both nipples digging hard into the cotton fabric of my bra. I remember also whimpering out loud as he slipped a breast from the cup of my bra before bending over to suckle on it....and try as I might, even now I can't explain why his touch, his caress gave me so much more pleasure than my hubby's did...Again I can only put that down to my senses being so sexually heightened. I held him there as he nibbled...chewed....kissed and licked at each breast in turn. I loved it...his touch, his caress and I wanted it to go on and on. My hands slid around the back of his head, holding him there, egging him on. He broke free and looked right into my eyes. "You do realise how bad this all is Andy don't you? Are you sure you're ok with it?" I asked, sensing like me he was still carrying his share of guilt. "I can't help it Lin. I've not been able to get what happened out of my head. And yeah sure! I feel bad about cheating on Simone but I can't stop thinking about what happened." He paused before adding, "I can't help it Lin. I want you! I want to feel you on the end of my cock again!" . I looked down at his crotch where his jeans were now low enough that I could see his briefs and the raging erection they were holding back together with the tell tale sign of where his precum had already begun leaking into the cotton. "Good!" I told him. "Cos that's how I feel too!". I was going to add more but instead decided I could show him rather than tell him. Again I took another brief look out of the window before this time dropping to my knees in front of him. The bulge inside his briefs was huge and as sexy as it looked shaped against his cotton, I now wanted to see it in all its glory. "Take it out Andy! Take it out for your Lindy like you did that afternoon, " I told him. I looked on as his hand slipped down inside his briefs. He gave himself a couple of strokes before hauling his cock out for my approval. As his fingers drew back the foreskin, I remember studying the shape, the size and deep purple colour of his knob. It was never intentional but I couldn't help myself compare him to hubby. He was probably only slightly longer but he was most definitely much much thicker. As I looked at him I couldn't help but remember how good it had felt him filling me up with it that afternoon. He gave it a few more upward strokes and I could see his precum leaking from the tip of his bulbous knob. I licked my lips as I looked up at him "Do you want Lindy to suck it for you Andy? Would you like to feel your mother in law's lips wrapped around it?" As far as I remember he didn't answer, he simply groaned. I moved closer using my hand to push his away where my fingers circled around his girth. I have quite small fingers and remember thinking how much smaller they looked curled around his beast. It struck me just what I was doing as I started to slide my hand up and down his length, My hubby was away, my daughter was at work and here I was enjoying the feel of my son in laws cock in my hand. Yes, my thoughts reminded me how wrong it all was but the excitement far and away outweighed the guilt and I couldn't help but note how each upward stroke produced even more precum. Now it was my turn to draw back his foreskin. I eased my hand down, pulling it back until his mushroom shaped helmet was fully exposed. It was slick and sticky with his precum and I have to admit, so so inviting. I leant forward and using my hand rolled the head of his cock around my closed lips like I were applying lipstick. After a few moments I pulled back and looked up at him, aware my lips were now coated with his precum. I flicked the tip of my tongue around my lips. "You're such a bloody tease Lin. Suck me Lin! I want it in your dirty little mouth!" I can't even begin to describe how turned on I was getting him talking that way. Til a few weeks ago we had only ever chatted as Mum in law son in law, now here we were, illicit lovers in my own home, each of us happy to express ourselves as we felt best. I looked up into his eyes. "Is that what you want Andy? For your schoolgirl to suck on your juicy cock?" "Yeah!" he said. I smiled then bent forward and remember making moaning sounds as I opened my mouth and slid it up and down his rock hard dick. He was quick to put his hands on the top of my head and hold me still while his hips took over. He started Fucking my mouth, at times making me gag but I didn't want it to stop. It wasn't something I often did for my hubby yet for some strange reason it seemed the most natural thing in the world having my son in laws cock in my mouth. As he held me there so I pulled his jeans all the way down and began massaging my fingers over the cheeks of his firm, muscular buttocks. It was him making most of the noise now as he continued to slide his cock between my lips and I could sense he was close to a climax. I pulled away but as I did so his cock drew with it a mix of precum and my saliva. It reminded me of some of the blue movies I have watched with hubby. Of how some of the girls in them looked as they were giving head. I looked up at Andy watching me as I used my hand to smear the mixture back down over his girth. "You're a horny, dirty Bastard Andy! Do you always produce this much precum?" I asked. "Does Simone suck your dick like this for you?" I hissed at him, keen to know if my daughter even did this kind of thing for him. "God no!" he replied. "This is one thing she rarely does for me." I smiled up at him. "Hmmmm! Maybe I should have words with her Andy?" I teased as my hand slipped back around his girth, squeezing him lightly. "Then again. Maybe it's something we should keep between ourselves? Our little secret. So whenever you get the urge to have this wonderful cock sucked it will be me you think of first and not Simone?" "Ohh Fuck Lin! You can suck on my cock anytime you want!" I dipped forward and ran the tip of my tongue along the underside of his shaft, all the way from his balls to the tip of his helmet where I closed my mouth over it once more and swirled my tongue around his juicy head. He groaned out loud and as I said, I could sense he was close but I wanted to tease. I let go of him and moved away before standing. I moved a few paces back til I was leant against the worktop. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to see how two weeks of waiting had got me so aroused for him. I stood there and for a few moments it was enough just to look at his fully erect cock, the sight bringing back memories of our first time. It looked magnificent, standing proud and erect like some giant flagpole and again the enormity of what was happening between us stirred my feelings of guilt, made all the worse by the fact, unlike that Tuesday, this time it had all been planned. "Christ! That cock of yours gets me so horny Andy!" I told him as I hitched up my short black mini, easing my fingers too and fro over my exposed panties. I watched as his eyes followed my fingers as I gently began stroking my hidden clit. "Isn't this what you came for Andy? This horny schoolgirl's pussy?" I teased, loving the expression on his face as I continued to play with myself in front of him. I remember seeing his cock twitch and smiled to myself taking the reaction to be an affirmative answer, encouraging me to tease him all the more. "Well Andy we have a dilemma don't we?" I teased. "Hubby will be home in a couple of hours and if I know him he's going to be wanting to take care of this pussy too. So what should I do Andy? Should I be the good little wife and wait until he gets home? Or should I let my horny son in law use his lovely big dick on me? What do you think Andy? Which of the two of you will give me most pleasure?" It was of course a leading question and one I already knew the answer to but I wanted to see his reaction to my teasing. He stepped closer and reaching out took hold of my tie, gently playing it between his fingers. "Don't try and tease Lindy! We both know why I am here! And I know you want me as much as I want you!" he said, then taking me completely by surprise he let go of the tie and using both hands ripped open my blouse sending several buttons scattering onto the floor. He immediately pushed both his hands over my breasts, squeezing them roughly over my black lace bra. I closed my eyes and bit on my lip as his fingers dug firmly into my breasts. This rough manner of his was a new side to him and I have to admit it was turning me on, especially with what he said next. "I'm going to have you Lindy, just like I had you the other day!" If he'd wanted a response from me he certainly didn't wait. Instead he pressed his mouth over my lips where he kissed me in a way I can only describe as real hunger. I was in no mood to fight him off. His rough manner and blatant description of what he planned to do to me had increased my arousal tenfold. I grabbed at him, both arms closing tightly around his body and within seconds we were locked in a hard, intense, passionate kiss that served only as a reminder of why I had wanted him to call. We must have kissed (though thinking back now in the cold light of day, snogged would be a more appropriate description) It might disgust some of you a fifty year old woman snogging but that's how it really was... a lust filled snog that went on for minutes.... our mouths stifling one another's moans of desires as our hands caressed and cajoled one another. His caress, his touch was every bit as good as that Tuesday so when he lowered a hand from my breast and I felt his fingers trace their way down over my body I did nothing to stop him. Moments later they were teasing their way over the tops of my stockings. He pulled back and briefly looked me up and down. I could sense his eyes on my breasts. Breasts that were held in check now only by my black bra, the torn blouse no longer any use to covering my body. But as I looked at his face I could see it wasn't my breasts holding his attention but my legs. I watched as he reached forward and ran a hand up along the inside of my thigh. His touch was electric and I suddenly had this desire for him to be rough with me again. "Oh God I love stockings Lindy!" he groaned before closing the gap between us and pressing his lips over mine once more. I moaned as his fingers teased. First against the nylon, up and down my thigh, then over the lace tops before dipping between nylon and flesh. I could feel my pussy throbbing as we continued to kiss, his fingers continuing to stir my arousal. Yes I am a married woman and yes, I still enjoy sex with my hubby but again, please understand, I wanted to re-live what had happened that Tuesday and right at that moment for all the guilt trips I was having, it was my son in law I wanted more than anything else in this world. I wanted him so bad that when his hand moved onto my panties it was me who pressed mine against his, encouraging him to push his fingers firmly onto my pussy lips. He was certainly not slow in coming forward. Quick to take the initiative, he was soon pushing my hand to one side before sliding his own down inside the waistband of my panties. "Ohhh God! Nooo! Andy!" I moaned against his lips as my pussy began to throb. He took no notice of my pleas, not that I ever meant him too and running his fingers over my bush he was soon stimulating my clit, causing me to push from my hips, wanting it harder. He drew his lips from mine, his fingers now tracing their way along the lips of my sex. "What's this Lindy? You're pussy is so wet. It seems to me you need a cock to fill it?" he told me as he dipped a finger gently inside. I groaned out loud and thrust forward, my moans louder now, wanting to feel him deeper. "So what do you reckon Lindy? Do you think you can wait a couple of hours til hubby gets home?" "You Bastard Andy!" I hissed at him through gritted teeth, more than aware he'd managed to turn the tables on me. "Now now Lindy! I'm merely giving you some of your own medicine." he laughed. He pushed a second finger inside causing me to arch my back and lower my arms to use the worktop for support. "Then tell me Lindy. What's it to be? Is this dirty little schoolgirl happy to wait a couple of hours for hubby's cock? Or is her pussy in need of attention right now?" I was cursing myself for losing control of the situation. Since the previous evening I had been going over and over in my mind how I was going to be the one teasing him.....in control Yet within minutes he'd been able to turn things around. He pushed deeper forcing me to stand on my toes as a climax started to build. "Ohh God! Stop it Andy! Pleaseeee stop!" I cried out. He thrust again, deeper still leaving me teetering on the edge of a climax. "Somehow I don't think you mean that do you Lin? What you really want is to cum! Isn't it? he growled, as this time he forced his tongue deep and hard towards the back of my throat. He held me there kissing me hard, his fingers deep inside my pussy but unmoving.... He was teasing me and Oh God did I know it!. I whimpered and moaned as I moved my body, trying desperately to bring myself off against his fingers. He was having none of it and pushed me away. I can't begin to tell you how horny I was feeling right then as I watched his eyes looking me up and down. "Come on Lindy! I'm waiting. What it's going to be? Are you going to wait for hubby? Or you going to stop this teasing and admit it's this you want ?" As he said that I watched as his fingers closed around his erection. He began stroking it slowly up and down and all for my benefit and where moments ago his fingers had taken me so close to a climax, now here he was, taunting me, using those same fingers to stroke his cock. "Me or hubby Lin the choice is all yours. Whose cock do you want Lin? Who is it you want to Fuck with?" I groaned. It was horny enough watching him stroking his cock but his dirty talk coupled with his reminder about hubby was really causing my pussy juices to flow. "You Bastard Andy! You know damn well it's you I want." I saw him grin and I knew he was pleased with himself he'd won this particular contest. "Then show me how much Lin. I want a repeat of Tuesday I want you to show me how wet you can get that pussy of yours in readiness for this cock." I kept my eyes on him as I lifted the hem of my skirt. I saw him looking down at my stockinged thighs as I played the fingers of my right hand back and forth over my black lace panties. With hubby working away from home as he does I guess it follows that I've often found the need to pleasure myself, usually starting with my fingers before finishing myself off with one of my vibrators, but as good as that can be at times it was never as exciting as playing with yourself in front of another guy... As you know, I had done that for Andy on that Tuesday and was more than happy to do it again for him today. I could already feel how wet my gusset was and I was well aware Andy's eyes were watching my every move. "Like this do you mean Andy?" I teased. "Do you like watching YOUR horny schoolgirl play with her pussy?" I asked, making sure I emphasised the word "Your", enjoying the notion he would start to see me as "His" schoolgirl. "That's right Lindy, just like that. Push your hand down your knickers. I want to watch you wank on your clit then, when you're almost there I am going to finish you off with my lips til you cum in my mouth!" Without hesitating I did just as he'd asked, sliding my hand inside the lace of a pair of very wet panties where I began rubbing my fingers hard over my swollen clit. With my eyes closed and with his words still ringing in my ears I started to picture him down on his knees, his head between my legs, his lips and tongue kissing and licking and sucking my pussy to an orgasm. When I opened my eyes he was still stood there, his hand still wrapped around that gorgeous beast of his, his eyes taking in all I was doing for him. I wanted to tease some more so I raised my left leg, placing my foot onto a kitchen stool thereby opening my legs to show him what was on offer. "Look how wet I am Andy? Just look at these knickers of mine," I told him as I used two fingers to push the gusset inside my wet pussy where they quickly absorbed my juices. "Do you want to get inside them Andy? How often these past few weeks have you thought about getting back inside my knickers?" His face was a picture and I could tell by the way his hand was now stroking up and down his length he was enjoying this display. "Come on then Andy! What are you waiting for? Can't you see this little tart of a schoolgirl is ready for your lips? Come on baby! Come here and see how wet and sloppy Lindy's cunt is!" He didn't hesitate. He moved towards me and letting go of his cock, dropped to his knees. I could feel the warmth of his breath through the lace of my panties as he pressed his lips onto my crotch where he began licking and sucking at the juices I had spilled. I pushed both hands to the back of his head and pulling him towards me I began grinding my pussy into his face. "You're a naughty boy Andy! Getting me like this? What am I going to do with you?" He pulled back a little and smiled up at me.His lips and chin were smeared with my juices. "Go on Andy! Finish me off like you promised. Make me cum for you you dirty Bastard!" I used my left hand to pull my gusset to one side and my right to guide his head back between my legs where for the first time that day I felt the warmth of his lips on the flesh of my bared pussy. I remember whimpering as his tongue flicked back and forth over my clit and I knew I was only moments from a climax I wanted so bad. "Oh Yes! Yes! I'm going to cum! I want to cum for you! Go on Andy make Lindy cum!" I cried out. I remember his hands sliding up beneath my skirt, the feel of his fingers kneading themselves firmly into the cheeks of my arse then suddenly he was pushing forward, driving his tongue deep between my pussy lips while at the same time pulling hard against my buttocks. My pussy spasmed and immediately began squirting my juices onto his lips and face. I held on hard to the back of his head and thrust my hips forward... God I had never felt so so aroused. Just as he'd done that Tuesday, my son in law had bought me off heavier and harder than I'd ever experienced before and it was all I wanted to do was smother his face with my juices. I held him there, my legs like jelly, supporting myself by my hands on his head, loving the sensation of him licking up my juices. He pulled back and looked up at me and smiled, his lips and chin awash with my juices. "Is that nice Andy? Tasting your Mum in law's cum?" "Delicious!" he answered. He bent forward and licked again making me groan as his tongue flicked over my clit, his hands now running up and down my stockinged legs. I hooked my leg over his shoulder and he made me climax a second time.. not quite as strong as the first but enough to turn my legs back to jelly. I could continue writing about what happened next but I know I have probably sent many of you to sleep already with the lengthy way I write... But to finish.....It's enough for you to know we spent the best part of an hour in the kitchen where he had me any number of ways...... on the worktop... up against the sink....up against the wall with my legs wrapped around his body.... and finally....best of all.....on all fours...doggy style for what I can only describe as unbelievable penetration....culminating in him filling me full of his seed.... Looking back I now know I made the right decision wearing what I did for him that day. I have worn it for him...or something similar on any number of occasions since and it never fails to excite both him and me.... As for hubby...well later that night his comments on how aroused and wet I was for him turned me on no end......I lay there as he made love to me picturing his cock coated with my son in laws cum..... A few weeks later, and I don't know for sure quite why or how, hubby finally guessed something was going on....Rather than try and deny it I plucked up the courage to tell him and though his initial reaction was anger....he has now gotten over that and much to my delight he actively encourages me.... With my son in law now added to the mix my sex life with hubby is now even better than it was before and if the response to my story is sufficient I might be tempted to tell you what happened when I experienced my first ever threesome