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Chapter 5: The In-Laws
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 5: The In-Laws - Boy meets girl, and things get very steamy. It’s a fun romp, with lots of past history for both, and lots of illustrations.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Present Day
“So, the plan is ... what?” asked Jason.
“I told you. We are going to leave Alexa with her grandparents and then spend a long weekend committing various sins that don’t involve clothing,” replied his wife.
“And what about if your parents are planning to commit those same sins?” he asked.
Amy laughed. “They’re really old! They don’t do that any longer.”
“I will tell them you said that.”
Amy simply laughed.
Six Years Ago
It was about an hour’s drive from Jason’s and Amy’s Alexandria apartment to her parents’ house in East Bowie. They had invited the couple to visit after they had learned that Amy had moved out of her own apartment into Jason’s, something they looked at with a certain degree of misgiving. The invitation had been along the lines of a demand, but everybody was polite about it.
“Am I going to be bunking down in the basement with the guard dogs?” asked Jason.
Amy gave him a wry smile. “I’m not really sure. We don’t actually have a basement, and the guard dog is half beagle and half chihuahua. It’s not exactly a man eater. Still, Mom didn’t say anything, but I doubt my dad is all that thrilled with us living in sin.”
“Living in sin, huh? Want to stop somewhere along the way and get sinful?”
“Dream on. I told my folks we would get there in time for dinner. Unless you are planning a two-minute quickie, we need to keep driving.”
Jason snorted out a laugh. A two-minute quickie wasn’t something he was planning on. “Probably not a good idea,” he told her.
The Newharts lived in an older development that looked like it dated back to the Sixties. Like most of the neighborhood, the house was a brick split-level, though in the half-century since the neighborhood was built there had been lots of changes. The Newharts had converted the garage into a family room and removed the driveway, and had replaced the windows with newer, more efficient windows. The same changes were throughout the neighborhood, with people adding on and remodeling.
Amy gave Jason directions through the development and had him park on the street across from her parents’ house. “Grab the bags,” she said as she got out of his car.
Jason looked at her for a second and said, “Why don’t we do that later? That way when they throw me out and send you to a nunnery, I won’t have to repack everything.” The Mustang had a small trunk and was filled with his bag and Amy’s two.
“Give me a break.” She grabbed her purse and took his hand and pulled Jason across the street.
An older blonde opened the door with a smile, waving as the young adults came across the front lawn. Jason could see a resemblance between Amy and the woman, her mother he suspected, but it was only in the face. While Mrs. Newhart was a handsome woman, she was at least half a foot taller than Amy and a touch heavier.
“Well, come on in. You must be Jason. I’m Tammy Newhart. Make yourself comfortable.”
Jason stuck out his hand and shook Tammy’s. Just then a small dog came bounding up the stairs to see what was going on. Jason was subjected to an extensive sniffing and licking.
“That’s Bronco,” said Amy, who then hugged her mother and asked, “Where’s Dad?”
“He’s at the liquor store, stocking up. You know how much we drink around here,” laughed Tammy.
“Yeah, right,” replied Amy.
“Oh, yeah! Ever since you and your brothers moved out, it’s been party central around here. Just be glad the Friday night orgy is being held somewhere else tonight. We actually had to get dressed, because we’ve gone total nudist!”
“MOM!” protested Amy.
Jason simply laughed, especially after Tammy gave him a quick wink. She sent him back to the car to bring in their luggage. Once he left, she told Amy they could use her old bedroom; they weren’t going to be hypocritical about sleeping in a different bedroom. Bronco stayed inside with the two women and gave Amy a good licking, as well.
Jason brought in the luggage and Amy took him up to her old bedroom. He smiled when he saw her old décor was still present, including several posters of Justin Timberlake and New Kids On The Block. He didn’t say anything, but he tapped one and gave her a quizzical look. Amy blushed; Jason laughed. Then he nudged the twin bed. “Think we can both fit here?” They shared a queen-size bed at their apartment.
Amy’s old bedroom
Amy grinned at him. “Piece of cake! You can lay on your back, and I’ll get on top. If you get hard, I’ll just fuck you until you cum and then we can go to sleep. If you get hard again, we can fuck again. Sound good?”
Jason laughed. “Sure. Sounds like a plan.”
“Just don’t blame me when that happens. You know how horny I get when I am laying on top of you all naked and sweaty.”
“I promise.”
They went back downstairs just in time to greet John Newhart coming in. He saw his daughter and Jason coming down the stairs and he introduced himself. “Hi. I’m John Newhart.”
“Jason Beckers.” Jason stuck out his hand and Newhart shook it. “Pleased to meet you, Mister Newhart.”
He had a large bag and opened it to show a bottle of bourbon, a bottle of rum, and a bottle of vodka. “Call me John.” He turned to his wife and said, “I picked up some Old Grandad, Bacardi, and Grey Goose. I wasn’t sure who would want what.”
Tammy nodded. “Sounds fine. I already told the kids that we had to cancel orgy night. They moved it to the Boyers.”
“Good thinking,” he agreed. He was pleased to see Jason laughing and Amy stewing.
John went into the kitchen with Jason, and the pair made bourbon and bitter lemons, a Maryland version of Seven and Sevens. Amy stayed in the living room with her mother and Bronco, who had climbed onto her lap and was falling asleep. When the men returned with the drinks, they talked about Jason, learning about him and how he had met Amy. Dinner was pepperoni pizza and hot wings, called in to a local pizza shop for delivery.
Tammy Newhart smiled whenever Jason and her husband teased her daughter about how they were missing out on an orgy night. Jason even offered to bring Amy up some Friday; they could say they were new to the neighborhood and looking to make friends. Amy protested loudly, much to everybody’s amusement, stating she had no interest in seeing her parents doing that. That got her parents laughing at her loudly.
Tammy smiled to herself, remembering some other enjoyable times with her husband. While they were never crazy enough to get involved in orgy night, they had enjoyed other times. They had married shortly after graduating, and Tommy had come along about ten months later. They had joked over the years about missing out on all sorts of wild and wet sex before the kids came along. Then, when Amy had moved out after graduating and getting a job in Alexandria, he had surprised his wife. She had come home to find him opening several bags from a local mall...
Eight Years Ago
“What’s this?” she asked.
“I picked up a few things at the mall,” he told her. “For you,” he added.
“Oh?”
He handed her the bags. “Here. Go change. Try something on.”
Tammy gave her husband a skeptical look and carried the bags up to their bedroom. She returned twenty minutes later, to find her husband making drinks. He looked at her and smiled.
“Is this what you had in mind?” she asked sarcastically. She had put on the most conservative clothing she could find in the bags, a mid-thigh length denim skirt and a low-cut halter top.
John grinned and nodded. “Perfect! God, you look so hot!”
“John! I can’t wear this out in public! I’m fifty-four!”
Her husband shrugged. “I didn’t say to wear it in public, though I think you would look great. I want you to wear this stuff around the house when I’m home.”
“What?”
John went over to her and wrapped his arms around her, an act always that got Tammy’s juices flowing. She had always enjoyed her husband’s touch and could feel her body responding. “Remember all those times we used to joke about the wild and crazy sex we could have if we didn’t have the kids around? Guess what? The kids aren’t around!”
“John!”
He moved one hand up to her breasts and began fondling them, as the other hand slipped down to her bottom and pulled her against him. Tammy could feel his stiff cock pushing against her through the skirt. “Think about all the stuff we can do now that we couldn’t do when the kids were home.”
Tammy laughed at her husband, even as her pussy began flooding with girl cum. “Too bad we couldn’t have done this before we had the kids. Now you’re just an old man! Did you get a prescription for those little pills?”
“I won’t need them if you get down on your knees!” He put his hands on his wife’s shoulders and began pushing down.
Tammy laughed, even as she sank down to the floor. “You’d better be taking those pills, because I am going to want something after this.” She reached up and began undoing John’s pants. She had been sucking his cock since their second date and enjoyed it thoroughly. Even the taste, which some of her friends complained about, didn’t bother her. Once she had his briefs pulled down, she put her lips to his cockhead and began licking. Her husband groaned happily and took her head in his hands. She opened her lips and took him inside.
John began thrusting his cock into Tammy’s mouth. She gave great head, and the only difference between bed head and now was that it was the middle of the day, and he might get some more later. He held her head in place as she suctioned him, only stopping when it became too much. He groaned loudly and unloaded between her lips, and Tammy sucked his cum down.
She climbed to her feet and John kissed her, saying, “Thank you! That was fantastic!”
She smiled at him. “Years of practice.”
Then he surprised her. Reaching down, he lifted her skirt and found she was still wearing some everyday panties. He pushed them down and said, “We need to lose these.”
“John?”
“You don’t need panties around the house. Or out of the house, come to think of it.”
She laughed and said, “You’re just a dirty old man.” Still, she picked them up and carried them to the laundry and tossed them in with the whites to be washed. It looked like she was going to be having some hot sex later.
That happened after dinner. Tammy was in the family room, sitting on an old couch and scrolling through messages on her phone. John came into the room and sat down in an armchair next to her. Then he stood back up and went over to her. He promptly took her phone and tossed it on the couch before leaning in and kissing her. “What’s with you?” she asked.
John simply grinned and pulled her over to the armchair. He kissed her again, and this time reached inside the halter holding her top up, playing with her nipples. Once that was done, he pushed her top down to her waist and lowered his lips to her breasts. Tammy moaned as his tongue swirled around her nipples, and then she gasped as his teeth nipped at them. John tormented her in this pleasant fashion for ten minutes before she whimpered and began twitching in a strong breast orgasm. She’d had them before, but usually with her husband touching her pussy or ass. She was very excited.
Tammy and John at home
John wasn’t finished with her, though, not by a long shot. He undid the buttons on her little skirt and pulled her new denim miniskirt to her waist. Meanwhile Tammy began unbuttoning her husband’s shirt. John’s hands were all over her body, driving her crazy with lust. Tammy gasped and began writhing in his arms, demanding he stop and fuck her.
That was next. John managed to undo his pants and push them low enough that Tammy was able to straddle him and sink down onto his cock. As his cock slipped up her pussy, she shuddered as another orgasm swept through her. Neither was making any intelligible sound; all that could be heard was John grunting, Tammy moaning, and the resonance of their wet and aroused flesh slapping together.
It didn’t take long, but both Tammy and John were more than ready when his cock began to spasm and pump a load of cum into her pussy. She sagged against him as his cum flooded her cunt and she kept her arms around him, holding him tight. Then he looked at her and grinned. “I really like the idea of you wearing clothes like this around the house.”
“You keep fucking me like today, and I’ll keep wearing them,” she laughed back. Then they kissed and began putting themselves back together. It was still early. With any luck, she could get him to fuck her again when they went to bed.
It took about a month for Tammy to fully embrace the new dress code, though she really liked the results when her husband used her for his sexual pleasure. Just how much she enjoyed it became obvious to her when she came home from work on a Friday and John told her they were going out to dinner, and to dress... appropriately.
She gave him a curious look and said, “Appropriately? Exactly what does that mean?”
He grinned and answered, “Oh, you know, a nice dress, stockings, heels. Anything else is kind of superfluous.”
“Superfluous. Big word! You’ve been substituting for eight grade English again?” John Newhart was the principal at East Bowie Middle School and had to occasionally substitute in the English department.
John gave his wife a Bronx cheer and told her, “I made reservations at seven.”
“Another big word,” she said, laughing. Then she headed up the stairs to shower and change.
John followed, but all he did was change his shirt. He normally wore a suit to work, so he quickly stripped off his briefs and pulled his pants back on, and then a clean shirt. He skipped the tie, and he was ready to go. He went back to the living room to wait for Tammy.
Tammy smiled as she undressed and threw her clothes in the hamper. She worked for a local real estate brokerage and normally wore comfortable clothing such as designer jeans, blouses, and running shoes. She knew what her husband wanted her to dress in, and what he planned for later. She also knew that quite a bit of the clothing he had bought her wasn’t quite suitable for a nice restaurant. John’s tastes ran to halter tops, miniskirts, and high-heeled sandals. How she was going to wear a miniskirt with thigh top stockings was questionable at best.
When Tammy returned to the living room, John smiled at the sight. She looked just as sexy as he wanted her to look, but in a much less blatant way. She was wearing a champagne-colored knee-length dress made from a thin but stretchy fabric, very low-cut in the front, sheer stockings, and ankle-strapped brown stilettos. He also noticed his wife wasn’t wearing under the dress; a bra was impossible, and panty lines were missing.
“Yowza! Very nice!” he said.
“Thank you.”
“I am tempted to blow off dinner now.”
Tammy rolled her eyes. “I’m hungry. Dinner first, dessert later.”
John nodded. He stood and grabbed his car keys off the buffet. He opened the front door and ushered her outside, subtly rubbing a hand across her bottom as she passed.
He wasn’t as subtle as he hoped. Tammy said, “Just what you wanted me to wear, John. Nothing extra.”
“Just making sure.” Then he reached up and tweaked a nipple briefly. “No bra, either. Just checking, just checking.”
Tammy skipped ahead and went to the car before her husband could fondle her again. She liked being fondled, but maybe not out on the front lawn.
Dinner was very nice and combined with several strong drinks made Tammy amenable to practically anything sexual with her husband. “Want to go parking?” she asked.
“Parking?” he laughed.
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