FATHER-IN-LAW HELPS OUT WHILE HUSBAND IS AWAY - Sex Stories

FATHER-IN-LAW HELPS OUT WHILE HUSBAND IS AWAY

... front of me. As I flicked my bean with one hand, I reached up with my other hand and began gently squeezing my breasts... kneading the flesh and pulling on my firm nipples until they were as stiff as erasers.

I was a bit surprised at how aroused I was. But watching Jim give himself a handjob in the shower was getting me extremely worked up. I kept at it with my hand between my legs, and my other hand caressing my boobs, moaning softly, but confident that Jim couldn’t hear me over the sound of the water splashing around him in the shower.

I could feel a delicious tingle building between my legs as I toyed with my engorged clit and watched Jim stroking the length of his thick hard-on over and over. With his eyes still closed, Jim turned to face the warm spray from the shower head, and let out a guttural moan as he exploded.... blasting rope after rope of white, creamy spunk all over the shower floor in front of his spread legs.

Seeing his cum spewing from the tip of his stiff cock pushed me over the edge, and I seemed to erupt.... I felt an intense, electrifying orgasm course through my body from clit to nipple, leaving me breathless and making my legs tremble with pleasure. With my eyes wide open and staring hungrily at Jim’s enormous erection, I softened my fingers rubbing around my sensitive clitoris... riding the euphoria of my climax to its delightful peak, then trying desperately to make it linger, before enjoying the tender waves of bliss as it slowly ...

... ebbed.

Since Jim couldn’t hear my stifled mewls over the drubbing sound of the water from the shower, I continued to toy with my plump nub an extra few seconds.... trying to enjoy my fading orgasm as long as I could. Then I quietly grabbed the dirty clothes from the floor and slipped out of the bathroom before Jim finished cumming.... I wanted to get out of there before he opened his eyes.

As I slipped out of the bathroom, I glanced back at Jim, who was leaning forward with both hands on the shower wall for support... his eyes still closed... his semi-hard prick sticking out from his torso and dangling loosely between his legs. I forced myself to peel my eyes away from the impressive spectacle in my shower, and silently closed the door behind me.

Jim came back into the kitchen as I was pulling the food from the warmer. He was wearing Troy’s bathrobe since his clothes were in the washer, and he sat down at the dinette table as I prepared his dinner plate at the counter behind him.

“I have your dirty clothes in the washer, Jim... figured you wouldn’t want to put them on again after your shower.”

He nodded and said, “Yeah, I saw that... I grabbed Troy’s robe from behind the door... hope that’s OK.”

I said, “Of course... actually, I got that for Troy last Christmas, but he never wears it...”, then I chuckled and added, “He’s always running around here in boxers... if he bothers to wear anything at all around the house.”

We both laughed while I finished with Jim’s plate ...