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My New Job – Part 8 – Dinner at Mother-in- LawsI recall it was a late Sunday afternoon, I was physically exhausted as my wife had me getting the yard all cleaned up after a tough winter. I weeded the garden, shoveled many square yards of mulch and decorative stone into and around the flower beds, trimmed some of the trees and bushes, carried the lawn furniture from the shed to the deck, reorganized the shed….well, you get the idea, it was a busy and physically taxing day. I was sitting on the deck relaxing when my wife, Melanie, opened the door and informed me that she was just on the phone with her Mom, Elaine (my boss, for those who havent followed my adventure…please read the first 7 parts), and that we were going to her house for dinner. Seems Hank, her husband, left today for a business trip so he could be there first thing Monday (guy sure does travel a lot for a retired coach).I tried to tell my wife I was tired and not up for it, but I could read her signals quite clearly, but I really didnt need to read the signals as she transitioned from, ‘come on Stephen let’s go’ to, “Shut the fuck up Stephen, stop whining, get showered, get dressed and let’s get to Mom’s house, less you want me to put you over my lap right here on the deck so the neighbors could hear you cry as I give you a reason to want to go to Mom’s.” Nope, dont want that, and quickly got going….When we arrived at Elaine’s house, I grabbed a few shopping bags from the back seat that contained food, desserts, flowers and other treats that we picked up on the way and then made my way into the house. Melanie was already in the kitchen but Elaine waited for me at the door and greeted me with a hug. Every time Elaine hugs me, I get a hard-on. She knows it, she doesnt shy away from it, and today was no different, except I felt she lingered a little longer than usual. She took my coat and hung it in the hall closet and we walked to the kitchen together. When we are there together, I know my place, so to speak. I am not allowed to go into the living room to watch television, I must sit in the kitchen with them and help. If my father-in-law is home, sometimes my wife will tell me to go talk to him, but he isnt usually very nice to me. I have often wondered it he knows that his daughter spanks me. I used to wonder if Elaine knew, but ever since I started working for her and she asked my wife if she could have “disciplining rights” over me while at work, it was quite obvious she knew. Anyway, sitting at the kitchen table, listening to my wife and her Mom talk about everything, I was feeling happy. I mean, my life in this family and business is complicated but it works for me and for us. Soon the topic transitioned to talking about me and how I’m doing well working for Elaine, continuing to grow and mature and especially, Elaine remarked, how I am really good with her toughest client, Mr. Jacobs, which is definitely a nod to what I wrote about in Part 7. Throughout, they are both smoking, and as is typical, neither will turn their heads to exhale away from me; both always exhale in my direction. My wife is incredibly seductive in this way, and she has always known that, despite my not being a smoker, that I liked her doing it. To give you a visual, Elaine and Melanie were sitting on one side of the table and I was on the other, it was like I was being interviewed, and I was on the wall-side of the table where there was little room so I couldnt even push back to create some distance. Right around the time Elaine said I was really good with Mr. Jacobs, I felt my wife’s foot rub my lower leg. She kept it up for a bit and it was really having an affect on me, getting me hard and causing me to lose casino siteleri a little focus, but I strained to do my best because I know she would cite that as an issue when we got home and discipline me for it. My wife got up to get some more bread and…..OMG, shit, “the foot” is sliding up my leg – I can only assume it was her all along. I look at Elaine and we make eye contact, it is intense. She winks at me and takes a deep drag and exhales with her mouth forming an “o shape.” I nearly passed out. She removed her foot before Melanie turned to come back to the table but the damage was done, but she didnt relent. As soon as Melanie sat down, Elaine returned her foot to my lower leg. Melanie picked up her pack of cigarettes, took one out and placed it between her lips, she picked up her lighter and then pushed it across the table, “Light it for me hun.” They’re playing me, I know they are, they have to be. I am so hard, so uncomfortably hard. “Stephen, be a dear and get the dishes so we can eat,” Elaine says. Im thinking, wtf, you both have a clear path to the cabinets, I can barely slide out from the small space between the table and wall, but I did as told. When I got up I tried my best to angle my body but it was no use, they had me. My cock was tenting my pants, I dared not look but I felt it, I knew it was obvious. They both saw it, I saw the smiles, heard the soft giggles, they both got a perverse joy from getting me hard and now making me show it as I set the table with dishes and napkins and forks. This was the first time that my wife was present to see her Mom make me hard. It usually happens at work, following a spanking, when she hugs me when I am naked. But now, now the two are together and I am wondering why my wife is not saying anything, why she is not offended, why she is encouraging her Mom to look at my hard 8 inch cock tenting my pants as I serve them dinner.The rest of the evening was pretty typical for a dinner at my mother-in-law’s house. That is to say, I served the food, I cleaned off the table, I washed the pots and all the dishes, toweled dried everything and then put it all away while Elaine and Melanie sat in the kitchen and talked and acted as if I wasnt there.When it was time to leave, I brought the bags to the car, started it and turned the heat on so it would be warm when Melanie got in. It might have been early Spring, but it was still cool and raw outside. My wife hugged her Mom and said I’ll talk to you later and then she opened the door to walk to the car and I turned to hug Elaine. I felt her grip me tight and when we separated, she said, “not the same with a coat…see you tomorrow Stephen.”In the car, I think I was maybe a few streets away when my wife’s phone dinged indicating a text message. “Stephen, turn around, Mom says she found one of your gloves on the floor.” I can just get it tomorrow. “Stephen, if my Mom texted me, then we should go back.” Okay, no problem, and I turned at the next intersection. I pulled into her driveway and I headed inside. Elaine showed me the glove and yep, it was mine, I guess it fell out of the pocket when she handed it to me, is what I thought at that moment, but soon enough I would change that assumption and realize that she had taken it out intentionally. “I’m happy I found it for you, nothing worse than losing one glove.” You’re right Elaine, that would stink. Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow. “Give me a hug Stephen.” I turned to hold her and I unzipped my coat before putting my arms around her [you can say or think what you want, it may have been wrong but I want her to hold me tightly, I wanted to feel her hair against my face and smell her perfume and I wanted casino firmalari her to make me hard and I want her to feel it. I knew she wanted that too, but I’m a fool. She – and Melanie – were way ahead of me, it was all planned out.]When we released my hug, I got what I wanted. See you tomorrow Elaine, and I walked through the door. I got in the car and Melanie asked if it was my glove and I said yes, and she responded “then why the fuck didn’t you thank my Mom?” Huh, what are you talking about? “Here, look for yourself, Mom just texted me saying she was super disappointed that you didn’t say thank you and thinks I should take care of it when I got home.” When I looked at the phone, I read the text and realized that she was right, I hadn’t. I also noticed the time and it was one minute after the first message about going back…it didn’t click with me immediately, but I eventually realized, it was a set up. It didn’t matter if I said thank you or not, she wanted me back there for a spanking. It just so happens that I really did mess up and didn’t say it.”Stephen, turn the car off and let’s go inside and deal with this right now.” What? No, come on, I’m sorry. I hugged your Mom good night again, that was my way of showing my love, of saying thank you to her. “I know, maybe to you, but you know Mom, she’s old school and wants to hear it…and frankly, I think you should have too.” It’s fucking late. I’m tired. I want to go home and go to sleep. Ive been doing shit all day for you and I’m just not in the mood for a frickin’ spanking for not saying sorry – that’s what I thought, I wouldnt have dared saying it to her face. Of course, she read this edition and knows exactly how I felt and is fine with it, but that night it would not have been a good idea to say anything. The two of us went inside. Elaine was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking. On the table is a thick wooden salad spoon and I want to just get on my knees and tell her how sorry I am for not saying thank you. My wife sits down and lights one for herself and the two of them are discussing the punishment. It’s settled. It’s agreed that it wasnt terribly egregious, but very disappointing nonetheless. 100 spanks with the wooden spoon while I am bent over the table and bare-assed. I removed my jacket and pushed my pants to my ankles to which my wife told me to remove my shoes and pants entirely. Life would forever be different after this spanking. I thought about holding off telling why in the next story but that would be mean to my faithful readers and also, I just want to get this done and fulfill my promise to Melanie and Elaine to get this story out there, so here goes…I’m bent over the table. My wife is sitting there and as Elaine unleashes the slowest spanking ever, Melanie is blowing smoke in my face, she’s smiling at me, she’s blowing kisses at me, she is pushing her cute foot into my cock. The spanking is hard, not terrible, but definitely hard, and slow, she keeps caressing my cheeks after every few. My wife’s teasing is providing a contrast to the pain of the spanking. It’s a distraction and it’s turning me on. I’m looking at her and she pretends her cigarette is a cock and motions it in-and-out of her mouth. That was the proverbial straw – I’m rigid.She gets up like she’s going to the refrigerator, and explains, “WTF Stephen.” “What’s the matter dear?” Elaine responds to her. “Stand up Stephen and show her.” No please dont do this to me. Melanie slaps my ass and I stand up and turn around and my hard cock is pointing straight to the ceiling. “Mom, I dont think you’re spanking him hard enough, look at him, he’s excited.” [My wife, that b_ _ _h did this to me and now güvenilir casino she’s going to make Elaine hit me harder, is what Im thinking. Wrong again] Melanie grabs my cock in her hand, “Look Mom, take a look, he’s enjoying this, he’s making a mockery of us” she says as she’s slowly stroking me. “Let me see dear” Elaine responds and gets on her knees and is looking at my cock like it’s the first time she’s ever seen a cock. “So what do you think Mom, hit him harder and make that hard-on go away?” And almost simultaneously, my wife kisses me and Elaine puts my cock in her mouth. After my wife ended the kiss I said, “Honey this is crazy, this is your M-O-M, what are we doing? “Stephen, it’s so hot isnt it?” Are you crazy Melanie, this is your MOM! “I know, it’s hot, dont tell me you dont want it, look at how hard you were.” But that was because of you, I whisper. She puts her finger to her lips and shussh me. “Enjoy it Stephen, she wants it and so do I. It’s crazy, I know, but Mom is young and hot and this shit turns me on and she wants it and I want you to want it too and…” I cut her off with my moans. Elaine is massaging my balls and I feel that intense urge inside me to cum. Im shaking, Im gonna cum, I say and no one says anything, no one stops what they’re doing to me. Melanie kisses my neck and Elaine runs a finger through the crack of my ass and I cant, I cant help it, I start shooting rope after rope of cum. Melanie is now kissing me on the lips and I am more turned on than I ever have been. I stop cumming and she continues to suck me. My eyes are shut and I feel her finger in my ass crack again. My wife has her hands on my nipples, pinching and pulling them and her lips are on my ear and her tongue is inside. I feel wetness on my rosebud and I realize that Elaine has used my cum to lubricate my hole. Her finger pushes in and I moan into my wife’s mouth. She is finger fucking me and I feel my cock getting super hard in her mouth. Two fingers in my ass now and she is moving them in a half circle fashion, then she pushes upwards and I feel a sensation of intensity come over me, I feel cum spurting out of my cock into her mouth. My legs are weak. She catches it all in her mouth and pulls her fingers out of my ass, and stands up and shows Melanie my cum on her tongue. Melanie says, “If you want to Mom,” answering the question that wasnt asked. But Elaine just points at me and Melanie coos, “oh yeah, yes, do it” and Elaine leans over me and opens her mouth and all my cum drips onto my face and chest. Melanie is rubbing my cum into my chest, spreading it all around, then puts her fingers to my mouth and I suck them dry. She says, “god, this was hot, Ive wanted this forever.” “Me too” Elaine says and adds, “hope you feel the same Stephen, and thank you Mel for letting me enjoy.” “It’s my pleasure Mom, really it’s my pleasure. I need a cigarette, let’s all go sit on the couch.”Driving home, my wife slept with her head on my lap, my young cock hard in my pants and against her cheek. My mother-in-law sucked my cock – and my wife encouraged it!!! That’s all that I can think of and now my wife seems more in love with me than ever. How long have they been planning this? I wondered. I wished my wife were awake, I would shove my cock in her mouth too, I thought. When we arrived home, I was unsure, were we supposed to talk about this? I followed her lead. After putting all the stuff away, I went upstairs to our bedroom where she was already under the covers. I lay next to her and when she scooted next to me, I realized she was naked, “FUCK ME STEPHEN, I need you so badly right now.” Mmmmm, I drove my cock so far into her, hearing her moan and scream and tell me I was the best was so wonderful. I erupted inside of her and then we snuggled together. We were both drifting off but before she did, she told me, “Stephen, I dont want tonight to be a one and done, I love you and we’ll figure it out, I need this.”
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