My Father-In-Law is my Salvation
My Father-In-Law is my Salvation Ch. 01
"You're what?" I had paint on my hands so I swiped forearm across my face and pushed errant strands of blonde hair back. "I must not have heard you correctly."
"I am going on a missionary trip to South Africa," my husband Andy said, enunciating every word as though he were talking to an imbecile.
"Okay smart ass," I said and began rolling paint on the kitchen wall again. "Any idea how long?"
"A year."
I hesitated a moment. "A year. Is this spur of the moment, or did you know this when we bought the house, Andy?"
As an interior decorator, I networked with real estate agents, and one gave me a head's up on this property. A cape cod from the nineteen fifties, the bones were good and the price was right, so Andy and I snapped it up. At first to flip, then we decided to stay. It's small and will be little upkeep. My career keeps me busy and my husband, well lets just say he stays busy between work and his church.
"I thought it may come up but was not sure," he admitted. "I have a calling. I must go." He hesitated. "You know I do not like when you call me Andy. I've asked you numerous times to call me Andrew."
I knew better than to even make an attempt to reason with him, especially when it came to his church. And I well knew he preferred to be called Andrew since joining this church. Something that has crept into every aspect of our lives.
"When're you leaving?"
Continuing to roll the robins egg blue paint on the kitchen wall I concentrated on how much I loved it against the new white cupboards. We planned on DIY other than the kitchen and two bathrooms. They all thankfully were done as far as the professionals went. I wanted to get the kitchen painted so we would have one room that was done.
"Next week."
"Okay." I turned the radio up and moved to the last area that needed painting. "Are you cooking for your parents tonight?"
"Yes."
His Dad had just sold his construction company to retire, and has been a huge help to us. Him and Andy's Mom were usually ready to do whatever they could to help. I loved them both, but his Mom was the one that got her son involved in the church and I admit I harbored some resentment about that. I attended several times but never got good vibes and felt they were too controlling of the congregation, so I declined invitations from both Andy and his Mom after that.
"This kitchen looks fantastic, Jill. You really have an eye for color," Stede said.
Andy's Dad was tall, muscled like a construction worker and not a gym rat. Stede was named after a pirate, which was a good choice because his silver beard and head full of soft silver curls made him look like one. He had an outdoor worker tan, which made his pale blue eyes even brighter.
"Thanks!" I took his Dad to see both bathrooms since he hadn't seen the final results while Andy and his Mom conferred, no doubt about their church.
My husband loved to cook and dinner was always something new, typically exceptional.
"Did you tell your parents what you're doing, Andrew?" I stood up and began clearin the table.
His Dad looked at him expectantly but his Mom made a project of looking down and folding her napkin.
"I just told Mom." He looked at his Dad. "I'm going to South Africa for missionary work for a year."
"Really..." Stede looked stunned and to this point I've never seen Stede at a loss for words.
"Yes, and Mom wanted to go, but they need money for the trip and she was not sure what you would say. They collected funds for her, the only obstacle would be you. I guess."
Both Stede and I were hit with a double whammy, and he knew as well as I did arguing with their devotion to the church would get us nothing but frustration. Their church came first. Always.
Stede turned to his wife and said, "Is that true? You want to go on a missionary trip?" She nodded, eyes downcast.
"Okay then, go." He looked at me and smiled. "How about a beer for the old man?" Effectively dismissing any further conversation.
Everyone moved out to the deck since we had little in the way of furnishings other than bed and dressers. Andy continued to quietly converse with his Mom.
Stede said, "Don't worry about anything."
I smiled weakly and nodded, sure he saw the relief on my face. I've always been a self sufficient woman, but having a house dumped in my lap that was half in demolition was not something I was prepared for.
I stared at the ceiling that last night while Andy snored in a deep peaceful sleep. For the last year I had been considering divorce. When he first joined this church, it wasn't as demanding. Slowly they crept into every facet of our lives. About six months in, Andy told me that the church sanctioned that sex should only be used for procreating. And that day, our sex life ended.
From that point on I could not imagine what kind of a marriage we would have in the future.
I remained faithful to my husband, but this current situation, that he was leaving me for a year would put the wheels in motion to end our marriage.
Church members picked up the two the morning they were to leave. We hadn't talked much about it. He had been in high spirits since his announcement and obviously looked forward to his trip.
After the goodbyes, I went back to painting and had moved into the first bathroom.
"Jill," I heard someone call and I recognized my father-in-law's voice.
"Stede! I'm in the bathroom."
"Oh, okay. I'll wait in the kitchen."
I laughed. "No no, I'm painting. C'mon in!" I looked down and cringed when I saw my t-shirt with daubs and drips of paint on my tits. Thirty-eight D were always in the way, either catching drips or smearing paint.
Too late to change Stede appeared, nearly filling the doorframe. "Thought you could use some company slash help?" he smiled.
We both suddenly had unresolved issues and no one understood them better than us. At least we had each other.
"Please to both." He began to install towel bars and remainder of the hardware.
"So what do you think to all this, Jill?"
"Honestly? I'm going to file for divorce from Andy."
He nodded. "I understand, certainly. I admit the thought has crossed my mind as well."
"Yeah, it wasn't anything I had expected. To be honest, the church was just too controlling and it began to affect our marital life." I turned to look at him. "And you're not old, in fact I think you'd be quite a catch for any woman. You got that bad boy pirate look."
He chuckled. "I've been called a lot of things, but never a bad boy pirate."
"Yeah well I'm a woman and I know these things," I said, stepping off the ladder and bumping into him. "Yikes, sorry." He steadied me against him.
For a moment I basked in the heat of his hands and his hard body. I had been craving a man's touch. He was in no hurry to let me go or move away. He had certainly been affected as much as I, but I honestly did not know him well enough to guess if he would have found sex elsewhere. Outside of his marriage.
I always thought my father-in-law good looking, but not in the way I was seeing him how. I painted, he finished up some odds and ends and we kept brushing against one another. I knew he was starving for intimacy and affection as I was
We grabbed a couple of beers and sat on the deck, watching the last bit of the sun setting. I know neither of us wanted to talk about his wife, my husband, or our situation. I think we both knew we had to move on, in some way, as soon as we could.
"What're you doing tomorrow?"
"I usually go out fishing on Sunday afternoon," he said, seeming to trail off. He looked at me. "To be honest, I went fishing to get out of the house after she would come home from church. It got pretty intense."
I nodded. "I know exactly what you mean."
"So, since I don't need to escape from my own house, I can come over and help tomorrow. If you want me to, that is."
"Of course!" I jumped at his offer, not just for the help, but his company.
The following weeks went like that. If I wasn't on a job, he was here working when I came home. I discovered that Andy got his cooking skills from his Dad, who often cooked breakfast, lunch or dinner here, one or all three. We began to grocery shop and spent time together when we weren't working on the house.
There was a big difference in our ages, but it never really occurred to me. We had fun, and were coming to terms with our lives. I had been to a lawyer and he was drawing papers up. Stede and I never discussed it again after the first day and I didn't tell him.
We were starting the last section of wall demolition and I was happy to see the end in sight.
Stede came out of the demo room and groaned, rubbing his shoulder. "That lath and plaster is tough on this old guy."
"Old, she scoffs," I said smiling. "I think I have muscle rub, how about I work on your shoulder?"
"That would be great, Jill. I couldn't have asked for a better daughter-in-law. I wanted to tell you that a long time ago. You're like the daughter I never had, and I'm as proud of you as I would be my own daughter."
Heartfelt words like from a big burly father-in-law deserved a hug. I wrapped my arms around his middle, my head on his chest. I had lost my Dad when I was young, and Stede had actually been like a Dad to me.
There was a moment of shock before he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. No words were exchanged but it was at that moment my view of him, my feelings for him, changed. And I knew it was the same for him. I felt it happen between us. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up.
Shoulder forgotten, his eyes turned dark blue, lusty. I flicked my tongue over my dry lips and he sucked in a breath. I stood up on tip toe, leaned into him and wrapped my hand around the back of his head, urging him closer to my waiting lips. Our eyes, met, he groaned and kissed my lips like a man that was just released.
He cupped my ass and pulled me up against him, his hot hard bulge rubbed against my mound. I wrapped my arms around his neck and was swallowed by our deeply passionate kiss. He pushed me into the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. He groaned and rocked his hips into my spread thighs, our thin shorts doing little to dispel the steamy heat.
He pulled away, gasping in my neck. He continued to grind into me. "I have to stop now Jill, or I won't be able to," he ground out. We were both hungry. He took some deep breaths. "We need to decide if this is what we both want. If it's not something we'll regret."
"I won't regret it. The divorce papers are in motion and my marriage won't stand in the way. As far as what I want, I want you." I stepped back and looked at him. "And it's not just for sex. I have a vibrator in that bedroom that has taken care of my needs since all this church stuff started. I'm going to guess you took care of your own needs as well."
He nodded. "This is all so new, Jill. I feel as though I've always had feelings for you. I couldn't even entertain the thought obviously. Besides being your father-in-law, I'm too old for you."
Brazenly I squeezed his hard cock through his jeans. "This doesn't think I'm too young for you."
"You're playing with fire."
"I hope so."
"Not here," he waved his hand. "Not now. I want you, Jill. I want nothing more than to be buried inside you." I swallowed hard. "But it'll be on my terms," he growled.
This was a side of him I'd never seen before and it was arousing. I pressed my body into him and reached up to kiss him. "If I don't get you first," I growled, throwing down the gauntlet.
He grabbed my upper arms and held me to him while we kissed hard and deep. I could feel my teeth in my lips as I drove my tongue in and out of his mouth. His hand covered my tit and kneaded through my t-shirt and bra. He pinched my nipple and I moaned into his mouth.
Suddenly he put me away from him. "Seems we have discovered something about one another today." He smiled.
What is the saying, I thought... Still water runs deep.
It was a whole different atmosphere between us after that. He began to take liberties with my body, as did I with his. We both knew it was an erotic foreplay leading up to rough and wild sex.
His son was always much more passive, and now I understand that he takes after his Mom. With the right encouragement, I found his father to be just the opposite. He turned into the aggressor, which allowed me the same. We had no limitations or boundaries. Yet. I was learning what I could tolerate, and it was much more than I'd ever dreamed. They say there is a fine line between pain and pleasure. I would know it when I got there.
One morning he walked in the door, lifted me off the floor and kissed me. Hard and deep. I hung on and took it deeper and harder. I was only about three inchse shorter than Stede. I was a big girl, with big tits, and a big ass. He appreciated that, and the fact I was no shrinking violet. I expected a bruise or two before it was over... Strickly from active sex and not abuse. I was not worried about him getting into that territory.
We began to play an erotic game of who wil break the first. He insisted we have a safe work just in case he got out of control in our play. I knew that would never happen, but agreed to it. Our work on the house went more slowly becase we did like the tease.
I was on the stepladder painting and I felt his hands on my hips easing my shorts down. I leaned on the top step and pushed my ass out, mostly bare because I wore a thong.
"Oh baby this ass has been driving me crazy," he murmured. He rubbed circles and began to knead each globe. I felt his beard and mustache right before he began taking nips. He nipped then soothed with a brush of his mustache and and then a harder nip. I leaned on the top of the stepladder and held on. I felt the sting and cried out more from the shock of the smack on my ass, than any pain.
"Mmmm, you like this," he stated. "Does this make you wet?" He soothed my ass with his hand, then suddenly another swat. It went into my pussy like a jolt of electricity and I could feel my wetness His lips ran over my ass cheeks, then he stopped and started to slide my shorts up.
"Leave them." I let them fall to the floor. I would work the rest of the day wearing just my thong. I moved to the first step and turned. He stood there with his hands on my hips, only now he was facing my tits.
"Ive been watching these tits bouncing around bare under your shirt all morning," he said, looking at my npples poking through the thin knit in his direction.
He opened his mouth, covered my nipple and sucked it and my shirt into his mouth. The shirt was the only thing between his teeth and my skin when he tugged them longer and harder. My fingers wove into his silver curls and I gripped, holding his head to me. He groaned and growled as his teeth worked on my nipples. My breath whistled hrough my clenched teeth as I arched, trying to shove more of my tit into his talented mouth.
He backed off. The wet white knit was transparent nad clung to my hard nipple. I pulled his head towards me because I needed more, but he resisted. He looked into my eyes as his big hand slipped under my shirt and over my other breast. He palmed my nipple hard. My tongue flicked across my lips and he glanced down for a second. He began to methocically knead my breast.
"Tell me," he said, knowing by the look in my eyes.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The rhythmic squeezing was intense and pulled at my cunt every time he did it. The narrow strip of my thong as soaked and I could smell my sex. I held his head and give him hard biting kisses. He pinched my nipple and I cried out in his mouth, the pain and the pleasure all blurring into one.
"More," I breathed.
He wrapped his arms around my middle and lifted me off the ladder. "Not now baby, not now." I was angry and frowned, not wanting the game to end. "Each day is one more step we are both taking into the unknown. I can't tihnk of anyone else I'd rather be on this trip of discovery, than you."
Later he said, "Your ass is still pink from your spanking."
"My fat ass you mean?" I laughed, but he got serious.
"No, don't ever say that again. A real man appreciates everything about a woman, big small, short or tall. The others don't matter so don't listen to them. Your ass is perfect and I have plans for it," he grinned.
"Ohhhhh," I purred.
The next day we just finished lunch and his wife called from South Africa. He put it on speaker and I started to run out of the kitchen, but he cuaght me by the waist and set me on the counter. He moved between my spread thighs as she went on about how fulfilling their missonary work was there, how she found peace, how she was sorry she had to leave him alone. Up until then he replied with a few 'uh huh's'.
"Don't worry about me, Betsy," he said, pulling my t-shirt over my head and baring my breasts. "I'm doing fine." He kissed me while he caressed my breasts. 'In fact I have a special prooject I'm working on and have been busy with that."
"I'm so glad to hear that, Stede," she said somewhat quizzical. "Is it a project around the house?"
He sucked off my nipple with a loud pop. "Nope, nothing like that"
"What was that noise?"
"That's my project. It needs attended to constantly, so I better go. I'm glad you called Betsy. Talk to you again soon." And he tapped the phone good bye.
"Oh my you are bad like a pirate," I murmured as he wtnt back to latch on my tit again. "Mmmm," I moaned. "So bad." I clutched his head to my tit.
I had a sofa brought over from storage so we would have something to sit on. It was covered with a sheet for protection, so we could take a break throughut the day. That evenign we had beers and talked about tomorrow's undertakings. My phone rang and it was my soon to be ex husband.
"Andy," I answered.
Stede got up and began to measure, and I put Andrew on speaker and set the phone on a stool we used for paint and tools. Andy begain as his mother did telling me about his work there. I pressed into Stede's back and slipped my hands under his shirt, to run them over his lightly furred chest. I felt, rather than heard, his stomach suck in when he graoned.
"Sounds great, Andy," I murmured, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his Dad's shorts.
I pushed my tits into his back and Andy went on to describe their living conditions. I pushed my hands into his elastic waist shirts and into his tight briefs. His breathing increased He put his hands flat on the wall and leaned, looking to see as well as feel what I was doing.
"Wow, really," I interjected into Andy's conversations as my hand wrapped around his Dad's thick hot shaft. "That's really big."
"Big?" Andy said.
"Nice. I mean nice," I said, working to untangle his cock and balls from his briefs, until Stede reached down and shoved them down.
His cock flopped out and hung heavlly in front of his balls between his legs. Stede clenched his jaw and threw his head back and I fondled his balls and cock.
"Yes, I'm busy with the house," I told Andy. "Thankfully your Dad has been a huge," I said, squeezing his cock, "help to me. It would have been hard to find better encouragement than your Dad."
"I'm glad you two are getting on so well. I was afraid he'd be lonely without Mom."
"Dont you worry, Andrew, I'll see to it that Stede isn't lonely. I can comfort him when he gets lonely," I said stroking Stede's hard shaft. "If he needs soothing," I cupped his balls in my hand and caressed them, "I'll take care of him."r"
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