Chapter 1

Though the fall colors were breathtaking, the destination I was heading to with my wife, Natasha, was making me nervous.

I was lost in my thoughts when my wife looked at me from the steering wheel and said, “Would you relax? My family’s unconventional, not crazy.”

“What do you mean?”

“They are normal folks, okay, they aren’t crazy or anything. It’s just that they’re open about things. They like discussing and sharing stuff. And stop making that face.”

“I’m not making a face,” I turned toward her and defended myself.

“I know they won’t like me, and then we all will have to spend the next three days avoiding each other. It will be hell.”

“If that happens, we’ll leave. We are going to the lake house for only three days. Relax. Now stop thinking all that. We’re nearly there.”

On reaching the house, we were greeted by my father-in-law, a compact man with a muscular body like a wrestler. A little later, my mother-in-law came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands with a dish towel. She was around her husband’s height, brunette, with brown eyes, and a nice rack.

Since we were famished and it was already late, we headed straight to the dining table. After dinner, my father-in-law lit up a cigar and sat down with a glass of wine in the living room with us around him.

“So, the little one tells me you didn’t want to come here. Do you dislike lake houses or us?” he queried.

“No, it’s not like that. I was thinking we should come in the Christmas, you know, for a longer period,” I replied.

“Like you were coming last Christmas,” he commented.

Luckily, the talks moved to the university, my studies, etc.

In the middle of the conversation, he said to his daughter, “The donkey your sister is seeing is a donkey. Your mother’s very impressed.”

“That’s not true. I wasn’t impressed. I’m only impressed by you,” my mother-in-law smiled and patted his arm.

“But he’s a donkey, isn’t he?” he asked her.

“Oh, yes.”

While they were discussing that, I was sitting there wondering why they were calling him a donkey. What do they call me behind my back?

Maybe my wife read my mind and remarked, “He’s not a ‘donkey’ donkey. Dad’s calling him donkey because of ‘that.’”

I kept staring at her because I didn’t understand what she was saying.

“He’s calling him a donkey because it’s like a donkey,” my mother-in-law commented, signaling between my legs with her brown eyes.

I didn’t know what was worse: them calling him a donkey or them describing the length of his thing. I quickly averted my eyes from my mother-in-law and began staring at the wooden floor.

“Your sister isn’t a saint, but even she found it difficult,” my father-in-law continued.

“She told us she didn’t grant him full entry the first three or four times. It was only on the fifth time, I think, that he finally entered all the way. Your mother told her to take it easy.”

“I told her it was all in her mind. I told her to try different positions or ask him to make it as wet as the Pacific Ocean. Even on the fifth try, she was shaking,” my mother-in-law added, looking at her husband.

“We can’t only blame her. You were scared, too, when she sent you the photo of his donkey leg,” my father-in-law said to her.

“I wasn’t scared. You were worried about her. You were the one calling her on the phone and asking her to dump him, to keep her ‘highway to heaven’ closed, to use her hands and mouth. You were scared and scaring her more,” she countered, glaring at him.

“Yes, Dad, she told me that you scared her more,” my wife concurred.

“Well, I’m not a donkey, so it was scary,” my father-in-law mumbled.

We stayed in the living room for another 10-15 minutes before going to our room. My wife, who was 19 and a year younger than me, looked a lot like her mother. She had the same height, 5’7”, brown hair, brown eyes, and a big pair like hers. Actually, her sister, who was 20, was big in that department, too, but her hair was curly, and she was shorter than her mother and sister.

My wife asked me how meeting her parents for the first time was. I answered that it was fine.

“I told you not to worry so much, didn’t I?” she quizzed.

“Yes, you did. I don’t know why I was so worried.”

Since we were tired after the long drive, we went to sleep quickly.

When I came out of the room in the morning, my wife and her folks were already in the kitchen making breakfast. My father-in-law was in a tee and shorts. My mother-in-law, who was 43 and two years younger than her husband, was in a loose top and pajamas. My wife was wearing the panties she had on last night and a top that she wore a lot back home.

However, I was surprised to see her wear it in front of her own folks. It was so short that it only covered her tits, revealing her whole stomach. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, not only were her nipples poking out, but even her areolas were faintly visible. I signaled at her chest with my eyes, but she ignored me.

During breakfast, my father-in-law said to his daughter, “Your room was very quiet. No action last night?”

“He was tired,” my wife replied, pouting her face and glaring at me in mock anger.

“Our room wasn’t quiet,” he chuckled.

“That’s because you wanted it,” his wife scoffed.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“These headlights aren’t going to point straight forever, so tweak them as much as you can,” he said to me, pointing at his daughter’s nipples peeking from the top.

“Is that a comment on me?” his wife queried.

“No, sweetheart, your headlights are the best in the world. Their glare has made innumerable men blind,” he answered, lightly squeezing her right breast.

I had been going out with Natasha for over a year, and one morning five months ago, we decided to get married. Within days, we were exchanging vows at the courthouse with friends as witnesses. A few days later, we held a small wedding party for close friends and family members, but unfortunately, my mom wasn’t able to come as she had a high fever.

My in-laws came, but they were able to stay for only two hours as my father-in-law had a bad toothache and an appointment with the dentist in the morning. That was my only meeting with them. Her elder sister didn’t come because she was unable to take time off from work. As that was my only meeting with them, I had no idea that her parents talked like that. I was torn between getting up and running away or staying there and seeing more of this craziness.

When breakfast was over, my wife asked me whether I wanted see the lake. She took off the top, leaving only the panties on, and borrowed my shirt. The lake was crowded with tourists. We spent only about 20 minutes there. When we came back, her parents were heading out to meet some people, leaving the whole house to us.

I was in my room playing with my cell phone when I heard my wife’s voice. I came out and saw her reclining on her father’s bed with her head resting on her palm and her elbow on the bed. She was completely naked.

“Are you nuts? They might come back,” I shouted as I rushed to the bed.

“Then don’t waste time. Come quickly.”

“Don’t be stupid! Let’s go back to your room. This is weird,” I again protested.

“Do you want it or not?” she asked as she slipped one finger into her pussy and began fingering herself. I knew it was useless to argue with her, so I took off my tee and shorts and joined her on her own father’s bed.

I lay down beside her and placed my hand on her stomach and locked her lips in a kiss, withdrawing my mouth before bringing it closer again and kissing her once more. I withdrew my mouth three or four times and then finally slipped my tongue into her mouth.

Throwing her arms around my neck, she reciprocated by pushing her tongue into my mouth. While my tongue was exploring her mouth, my hand was all over her breasts. I started sucking her nipple as my other hand played with her other tit. She turned her face and looked at me.

I moved my mouth to her other breast and started sucking it. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she made me lie down on my back, and now it was her turn to kiss and suck my nipples.

As she did that, I whispered, “Please don’t do that.”

She darted her eyes toward me and lightly bit my nipple as I murmured, “Ohh.”

When her teeth moved to my other nipple, I pushed her on her back, grabbed her head, and brought her face to my cock. She touched the tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue and then withdrew. She ran her tongue on the head as her brown eyes looked at my face, and her hands tightly cupped my ass to stop her head from falling back.

She opened her mouth and slowly began taking my whole cock in her mouth, and didn’t stop until nearly all of it was in her mouth. She very slowly withdrew and continued until only the head was left. She once again began taking all of it as her hands cupped and squeezed my balls. She again slowly withdrew, and this time, my whole cock was out of her mouth.

I spread her legs as she put her hand on my cock and guided it to her pussy. As my thrusts increased and my cock went deeper and faster, she put her arm over her eyes to hide them and started softly moaning.

She lifted her hand, opened her eyes, and looked at me. Her face was now bright red, and she was breathing heavily. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit the back of her hand to stop herself from moaning loudly. I kept fucking her as she lay there, biting her hand and tightly clenching her other hand.

Just when I thought she was going to scream, I began coming inside her. She dug her nails into my back as I started filling her pussy with my cum. After I had unloaded all of it, I slowly got off her and lay down beside her. She lay there breathing heavily with her legs wide open. We got up, and she cleaned me in her parents’ bathroom with their soap.

Her parents returned after dinner. We were once again sitting in the living room, and my father-in-law was once again smoking a cigar and drinking wine.

He asked us what we did the whole day.

Without missing a beat, my wife replied, “Your bed saw action in the afternoon.”

“I hope the action was worthy of my bed. Your mother stopped on the way and bought condoms. She’s afraid you might become pregnant,” he said, taking a long drag of the cigar.

“Dad, you are afraid, not Mother.”

“Okay, so use it.”

“You know I don’t like them. Don’t worry, I won’t get pregnant.”

“Use them. I got them for you,” my mother-in-law declared, looking at me.

“Mother, I won’t get pregnant. Stop worrying. I’m not stupid. When he doesn’t withdraw, I take the pill,” she stated so matter-of-factly as if she was telling them that she cooks if I don’t cook. I simply stared at her with my mouth slightly open and my eyes wide open.

“You know I taught her and her sister all the ‘bad’ words,” my father-in-law continued.

“Yes, he did. He used to make us say them loudly.”

“Well, I wanted them to be comfortable with everything,” he commented.

“Irina and I used to stand side by side and scream the words. Cock, cunt, pussy, tits, asshole, cum, fuck. Everything. By the time he was done with the classes, I was so comfortable that I would say to Mother, “Your tits are in the way.” Or, “Irina was rubbing her pussy last night.”

“He taught me, too. Before marriage, he was very cultured, but after marriage, he showed his true colors,” my mother-in-law stated.

“I’m still cultured,” he protested.

“His family and my family were very, very strict. Forget saying those words; the mere thought of hearing them would’ve killed our mothers. I thought he’d be the same. But after marriage, when he was excited, he’d ask me to say those words. He’d plead, ‘Come on, say what you want, say it.’ If I said, ‘I want it in my cunt,’ he’d say, ‘Say it correctly.’ So I’d say, ‘I want your cock in my cunt.’ Or, ‘Please fuck me.’ It used to excite him.”

“It still does,” he corrected her.

“Sometimes he’d make me say, ‘I want your cock deep in my ass.’ Or, ‘Come in my mouth, I want to swallow your cum. Things like that,” my mother-in-law elaborated.

“When Irina did it for the first time with that boy, he made her sit down and describe everything to us without missing any detail. She sat down and described everything. I don’t think she missed any detail. She was smarter. She recorded everything and gave us the recording,” my mother-in-law said to me, pointing at her daughter with her eyes.

“Who was the boy?” I asked my wife.

“You. Who else?” she snapped back.

“You recorded it,” I wondered.

“Why do you think she insisted on keeping the lights on? She recorded three sessions in total. Don’t worry, you aren’t bad. Actually, you are pretty good. Even Irina said you were better than the guy she was seeing. I think she dumped him because he was so bad in front of you,” my father-in-law said.

“We have the recording on a USB if you want to watch it,” my mother-in-law informed me.

I didn’t say anything. I just kept looking at them in complete bewilderment. I was struggling to believe that her whole family watched me fuck her. When my wife described her family as unconventional, she was really underplaying the word.

“Her mother likes it that you aren’t selfish, that you think of Natasha, of giving her orgasm. She likes that,” my father-in-law stated, looking at his wife.

“He’s also like that. In that area, I’ve no complaints,” my mother-in-law pointed at her husband.

“But you have complaints in other areas?” he asked her.

“I have many complaints,” she told him.

We stayed in the living room for another 10-15 minutes.

Once we were back in our room, I said to my wife that she should have at least told me that she was recording it. She told me it wasn’t a big thing. She recorded it because she didn’t want to describe everything. It was a shortcut. Plus, they were impressed by my performance. I wasn’t impressed by her answer. I went to sleep thinking the whole thing didn’t feel right.

When I got up in the morning, she was in the bathroom.

Without getting up from the bed, I said, “Can I at least have the USB and delete any copies you have? I don’t want any stranger finding them.”

“No stranger’s gonna see it. You worry too much. It’s not a Kardashian or Paris Hilton tape. Will give you the USB.”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“What do you think of this?” she came out of the bathroom and asked me.

“It’s hot, very hot,” I replied, admiring the tight white top that was revealing her whole nipples and boobs as it was transparent and she wasn’t wearing a bra.