Clandestine Cravings

Booking the reservation is a breeze. 

My husband will be here shortly, and his father will join us, an arrangement that's none of the clerk's business.

Explicitly requesting a room at the rear of the hotel, I'm pleased to find no other cars back here besides mine. 

A sanctuary for stolen moments before our evening meal with my mother-in-law.

 Upon entering the room, a fresh bouquet graces the dresser; its vibrant petals catch the filtered sunlight. 

The room, with an airy yet private ambiance, sets the enchanting backdrop for our time together.

My anticipation heightens as I make my way to the shower, preparing for the rendezvous that awaits.

Amid my quiet moment in the bathroom, my father-in-law's voice startles me from my reverie. 

Quickly, I wrap the hotel robe around my body and step into the main room. 

A wide grin welcomes me as my father-in-law folds me into his arms and kisses me full on the mouth. 

I lean into his chest and drape my arms around his shoulders as he continues to kiss down my neck.

Before I grasped the dynamics of my husband's family, the advances from my father-in-law caught me off guard and left me surprised and bewildered.

One night, away from my mother-in-law, my husband and his father took the opportunity to explain the intricacies of our family dynamics. 

Subsequently, they vividly illustrated the specific role they envisioned for me within our familial framework.

After that enlightening evening, it goes without saying that I accepted my role with grace.

I treasure the moments when I have them both all to myself.

My mother-in-law is well aware of the family dynamics, but she remains silent on the matter and is never actively involved in this aspect of our family activities.

The room door unlatches, and in strides, my husband. 

Brief pleasantries exchanged, he graces me with a sweet kiss, shedding his blazer before settling at the petite coffee table.

I casually discard my robe to the floor with a shrug. 

My knees sink into the soft pile of the carpet …

My husband is completely captivated as I devour his father's cock. 

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his thighs. 

A silent chuckle plays in my mind as I continue to deep-throat his father’s cock, not breaking my rhythm. 

My husband's gaze remains fixated on me. 

He rises, his cock rock-hard in his pants. 

My husband massages his crotch through his pants as he makes his way toward us. 

I release his father's cock from my lips and meet my husband's gaze as he approaches.

My husband unzips as I wait patiently. 

Once he frees his cock, I run my tongue over the head lingering just under the rim. 

I take my time as I place the entire length of his cock in my mouth. 

My husband throws his head back. 

His touch traces the contours of my face, lingering where my cheek gently swells with his cock. 

On my hands and knees I alternate between the two men. 

I stroke with my hands and tease their cocks with my tongue. 

Not ready for our session to end so soon, his father retreats, leaving my husband and me with a moment suspended in time.

After a few moments, my father-in-law returns and assists me off my knees and onto the hotel bed. 

Once on the bed, I straddle him and place him inside me. 

As I roll my hips, my husband's father revels in the sensation, pumping his hips in sync with mine.

My husband joins us on the bed. 

He settles himself into a comfortable position behind his father and me, his cock a rod of steel against my asshole. 

I try to stifle my cries as he penetrates my anus. 

I bury my face in his father's neck to suppress the sound.

Sandwiched between them, I feel so full. 

They are in complete control. 

I allow their combined rhythm to pave the way to pleasure. 

His father's hands tangle in my hair as we kiss. 

My husband gives my breast a lustful squeeze as he holds my tit for his father to lick and suckle. 

Their hands explore my body. 

Fingers between my legs fondle my swollen clit. 

I spread my legs even wider. 

I run my hands over my father-in-law's chest. 

I cradle my husband's head, now buried in my neck. 

I am being so deliciously used. 

The desire of them both to breed their seeds into me drives me to the brink of orgasm. 

My breath quickens as my pussy spasms. 

My husband's cock in my ass intensifies the sensation. 

My eyes roll shut. 

Husky sobs of delight escape my lips as my husband's girth increases just as he wraps his arms tight around my body and releases his seed deep in my asshole. 

He gasps and folds over me as he finishes. 

My breast press against his father's chest, resulting in a passionate kiss from his father as he pumps his cum into my slippery wet pussy. 

I love this family.