Later that night I lay in bed with Doug. I was wearing another nightdress that was made of silk and came down to just below the crotch. I had been pretty dejected when Doug got into bed naked. I had hoped that maybe he would just want to cuddle, but pretty soon the kissing and touching started. I did my best to respond accordingly.
“Come baby, let me see those Marsha-Mellows I bought for you!” Doug whispered and fumbled one of my breasts out of the nightgown. He began suckling on it as he put a hand up my nightgown and began to finger me. Despite my disgust, I found myself getting wet and breathing hard with the sensations I was feeling. Doug grabbed one of my hands and guided it down to his own crotch and I shuddered as I realised he wanted me to play his cock. It was certainly smaller than mine…except of course I didn’t own one anymore, I thought bitterly. I really didn’t want to do this. Just the thought of having sex with a man turned my stomach. But if I was to be his wife I needed to get used to this and there was no sense in waiting around. Still, Doug seemed to sense my anxiety and stopped sucking my tit for a minute.
“Hey honey-bun, this is ok isn’t it? I mean I know you’ve been in hospital but its been four weeks! Your normally climbing the walls after a few days?”
“Its OK…my Dougie-Poo…” I nearly choked on that “I want it, really I do” I lied and shifted myself into the position Andrea took when we did it missionary. I couldn’t believe I was about to be fucked by her dad! My father-in-law…no…I told myself…he is your husband now. Your just a middle-aged woman about to have sex with your husband…there’s nothing wrong with that. I fixed a smile on my face as Doug knelt above me and pushed my legs apart.
My eyes wide opened in shock as his cock slipped inside me and I let out a cry. It was gross! Nothing felt normal and as he pounded into me a I felt my pussy juices squelching with every thrust. My god I was being fucked by a man! Getting a grip on myself I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of Andrea dressed in one of her sexy lingerie outfits. As I did I felt my own orgasm building with each rhythmic thrust and heard my husky nasally voice cry out, getting louder each time.
I was so close to reaching orgasm, I shifted position slightly but before I could reach it, Doug let out a strangled cry and shot his load noisily inside me. Dammit I was so close!
“I’m sorry honey-bun!” he apoligised brething hard “Weren’t you done yet? Sorry, its just tht its been four weeks and I needed that. I promise I will be better in the morning!” with that he kissed me, turned over and began promptly snoring.
I got up to go clean myself up. As is did, my nightgown fell back down and stuck wetly to my crotch “Eeewww…oh for fuck sake!” I moaned miserably. In the bathroom I did my best clean my pussy with some toilet paper. “Oh yuck this is disgusting!” I whined nasally as I wiped the mixture of pussy juices and semen that was running down my tanned, cellulite rippled thigh “Oh gaaawd!” I sobbed, hating the sound of Marsha’s voice coming from my mouth.
Once I was done I dejectedly walked back into the bedroom, where Doug was now snoring loudly. Angrily I put on a silk pink dressing gown standing on the back of the door, slipped my wedges back on and picked up my cigarettes and lighter from the side. I couldn’t sleep now. A mixture of disgust and sexual frustration coursed through my veins. Letting myself, out onto the balcony overlooking the large lawn I fished a much-needed cigarette out of the pack. I lit it and pulled hard. Turning around and leaning against the railing I stared at my reflection in the window. Marsha Gates, my former mother-in-law, looked back. Cigarette in her hand and semen stains on her nightdress. I waved at myself “Hi Marsha” I said swallowing hard. That is how I would face the world from now on – as Marsha Gates an ageing trophy wife, desperately trying to cling on to a semblance of youth.
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