It was a sunny Saturday afternoon in early June and I was standing in my backyard fussing over the BBQ grill and watching the hotdogs and hamburgers cooking and enjoying a cold Budweiser. My beautiful wife of ten years, Cary, was sitting next to the pool with her mother and, from what I could see they were having another heated discussion and it was my guess that once again, it was all about me! Cary's mother, Jewel had disliked me from day one and while her husband was still alive the two of them made my life miserable.
Cary was from a wealthy family but was conceived late in her mother's life, and as the only child of older parents was given the proverbial silver spoon and doted over like English royalty. Me, I'm just your average Joe, a guy who grew up in a blue-collar house in Northern California where hard work was always expected but a college degree certainly was not. I had been fortunate enough to earn a football scholarship to the local university and that's where I met Cary. I was delivering pizzas to make ends meet and Cary and her sorority sisters were on the ordering end of the business. After my first delivery to the Gamma Sigma Delta house I decided that I wanted to get to know that beautiful blonde junior better and after a number of lame attempts on campus I finally let a friend introduce us and, as they say, it just took off from there.
It was almost three months later when Cary finally took me home to meet her parents and was I ever in for a rude awakening. It was patently obvious from the outset that they didn't think I was good enough for their daughter and they treated me more like one of the hired help rather than a potential son-in-law. Cary and I had serious discussions about our situation and her parents' obvious disapproval of our relationship and she decided that if I really wanted to marry her then it was 'to hell with her parents'. A week later we drove up to Reno, Nevada and in less than an hour after our arrival we were Mr. and Mrs. William Reynolds.
Over the next few years I worked long and hard hours as the assistant manager for a local San Francisco printing company. My areas of responsibility not only included the day-to-day management of the whole damn business but I was also responsible for new business development, i.e., increasing the number of clients for the boss. It turned out that I was a natural in sales and by my sixth year with the firm I had saved almost all of my yearly and periodic sales bonuses and with a college friend we bought the business. I had also invested in a nice 3200 square foot, $450,000, four bedroom house located in a small gated community just south of San Francisco. That investment was now worth almost triple what I had paid for it, but my in-laws still didn't think this was good enough for their precious daughter.
My mother-in-law was a good looking, even classy woman if you could just get past her having an attitude of a flaming bitch. She turned 61 last year but through the constant work of a personal trainer and the magic of modern medicine she looks like she is still in her late thirties. Then there are her clothes. I have never seen Jewel wearing anything but expensive designer business suits, morning, noon and night. Every piece of clothing she owns has been designed by some famous designers and I'll bet that the suit she is wearing today cost more than triple what my last suit cost, which, by the way, was $450 off the rack seven years ago and is still my only suit. So here is my MIL sitting in our backyard and waiting for the BBQ spread of hamburgers and hotdogs and wearing a Cassini designed two piece suit that had to have cost $1500 - and to a friggin BBQ no less! Ahhh yes, the lives of the rich and not so famous.
After we finished dinner and 'mom' had left I asked Cary what all dear mother didn't like about me this time.
"Oh Christ Bill, you know, it's the same old thing, money, money, money. She just doesn't think that you make enough money for me to really enjoy myself. You know mother, the same-old, same-old."
"Good God Cary what the hell does that woman want from me? I mean I own 60 percent of the printing business, take home over ten grand a month and we own a house that is worth over a mil."
"I know honey, but it's just mom, that's all."
I sighed and left it at that, it was just her mom, but I didn't like it one God damn bit. Ever since her husband Peter had died her attitude towards me had gotten worse and now this bitch was starting to get under my skin and I didn't like the fact that I was letting it happen.
Later that night as we were preparing to go to bed I was standing in the master bathroom brushing my teeth and Cary walked in and took off her robe and sidled up to my back, her 36C breasts and very hard nipples poking into my back. She reached around and took a hold of my cock and as she ran her fingers up and down my shaft she whispered into my ear.
"Hey big boy, want to take a shower with me?"
I looked back at her and smiled, then said, "You betcha baby, let's go." I took Cary by the hand and led her into the large shower stall and turned the water on to a nice medium warm temperature then pulled her into my arms and began kissing her. My tongue slipped inside her mouth and my hand wandered down until I felt her labia and I slipped a finger inside her then let my finger 'do the walking' up, up, up until I felt her clit. I started to rub small circles right on top of her clit; a technique that I knew would drive her over the edge very quickly. She was breathing harder now, squeezing her legs together on my hand and talking dirty to me.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh yes honey, right there! Fuck yessssssssss right there! Oh My God, Oh Bill I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
"Well... that is the idea, isn't it?"
"Ohhhhhh fuck yes it sure is."
She had two quick orgasms before she pushed my hand away and slipped down onto her knees and took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue and lips started working their magic on the head of my cock then worked their way down my shaft and back up to the top again. I held Cary by the side of her head and guided her back and forth as I fucked her mouth. God, I thought, this woman gives the best fucking blow jobs in the entire world! "Oh honey, just a little more and I'm there." She mumbled something, which I took to mean she understood that I was almost ready to cum because she started bouncing her head faster and faster and she had also began to caress my balls which always sends me over the edge. "Oh fuck yes baby, suck my cock. That's it honey take it all!" I felt my cock expanding and then suddenly it contract and I began spewing hot streams of cum into my wife's mouth and she greedily sucked it all down. "Oh God Cary, that's great, fucking great. Swallow it all baby."
When we both recovered from our mutual orgasms we finished our shower, dried off and marched, stark naked, into the bedroom. "Hey honey, I think I'm good for another round if you're up for it."
"Oh baby, that would be great it really would, but I really have to get some sleep, remember I'm going to leave before nine tomorrow morning."
I had forgotten all about her trip. "Oh yea, sorry, I forgot." The following week was going to be a busy one for Cary. She had recently been elected as one of three Directors for Volunteer Services for our county and as such had been installed as a board member for the prestigious San Francisco County Volunteer Services and was required to attend a two-day training conference in Sacramento.
Cary left the house on Monday morning and with nothing else to do, I kept myself busy at work putting in a 14 hour work day and not getting home until 9 that night. On Tuesday I left work early and drove home and took a quick shower to get the sweat and grime of the day off. Once out of the shower I put on a t-shirt and pair of running shorts and went downstairs and poured myself a glass of beer. I had just taken my first sip when the front doorbell rang. I walked out to the foyer, looked through the peephole and saw Jewel standing on the front porch. This is just great, just fucking great I thought as I opened the door to my mother-in-law. Without so much as a 'hi, how are you, ' she brushed past me and into the living room.
She turned and growled. "What!"
"Cary isn't here, so what do you want?"
"My baby's not here? Where is she?"
"Perhaps it has slipped your mind dear mother, but Cary is at the volunteer training conference in Sacramento. She won't be home until tomorrow night."
"Oh! Oh damn, I did forget all about that stupid conference. You know if you weren't such a low-life my daughter wouldn't have to go around volunteering with that local county riffraff working on who know what with who knows whom."
I looked at Jewel with, what I was sure, was an intense hatred spewing out of my eyes. She stood there in her, I'm sure, $1000 Armani suit, spouting her shit and blaming everything on me. "You know something Jewel, I realize that you don't like me and I'm sure you know that the feeling is more than mutual but the least you could do is give your daughter some fucking credit for at least tying to help those less fortunate than ourselves and especially you."
"You know something Bill, you're right, I haven't ever liked you, you're such a... a looser. And would you please offer me a cocktail."
That was Jewel, tell me I'm a looser then have me work like the butler. "Sure, why not Jewel, what would you like?"
"A Gin-Ricky would be nice."
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