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When my mother in law tried to intervene

My wife was in yet another one of her month-long periods of not communicating. She would leave for work, come home around 6 or so, not say a word, eat dinner, and then sit silently in front of the television or go to bed. Not one word. Therapy? Talk to a priest? Didn't even acknowledge any of those ideas. So I finally physically moved some of her clothes out and put them in her car and changed the locks on our house and told her she could come back when she agreed to get help. She never even seemed upset.

A month or so later, I got a call from her mom, asking if I were available to visit. I said I was, but that I wasn't apologizing for anything and I wasn't going to be berated. I had a pretty good idea of what was wrong with my wife, because of some things I had overheard when she was on the phone in a different part of the house. My mother in law asked if I would at least talk to her and when would be good. I said there was no way I was going to get into this while at the office. She asked if she could fly into town that Friday and would I tell her face to face what had happened, because she didn't believe what her daughter had told her - that I had out of the blue kicked her out with no cause whatsoever. I told her I was around all weekend and she was welcome.

That Friday her plane landed late afternoon and she took a cab to my house. When she knocked on the door she looked pretty upset and God knows it was awkward for both of us, but dramatic separations are hard on everyone. I brought her suitcase in and set it in the hall and she said she needed to freshen up.

After a while she came into the kitchen and sat down at the table and started staring at her hands and then finally asked me what in the world had caused me to throw her daughter out. I told her about the silent treatments that lasted for weeks on end, the cruelty of that, and the fairly predictable, hard drinking binges where she would get blackout drunk and not recall most of the night before. Her mom asked me if I had any idea how this wonderful marriage could have become so awful, and I told her what I and some of my wife's friends suspected (and which an old roommate of hers had sworn to me was the case) - that her dad had been sexually molesting her since she was a girl and she was unable to complete sever the resulting twisted feelings she had - revulsion at what the two of them did, and at the same time a strong bond due to the power of sexual release in a partner's arms.

Her mom was not totally surprised. It was obvious. But it was clearly the first time anyone had come right out and said it to her. She asked me if she could have a drink, and when I told her that I thought she did not drink, she said that she thought this was a good time to start. I poured her a glass of scotch and put some ice in it and told her to sip it.

Those word fell on deaf ears, and she began to drink it fast and then began to sob uncontrollably. She confessed that she had always suspected it but did not want to know. I imagine that is how it is with lots of marriages where the dad is abusing a child; who was I to judge? She let all her regret and sorrow and anger pour out and she continued to down that scotch. She was finally so drunk that she was pretty helpless, and I was worried that she was going to pass out. I got her up and half carried/half walked her into the master bedroom, undressed her out of her skirt and loose top, left her underwear on her, and held her up under the shower, hoping the cold water would sober her up some. I was getting soaked as well, so I sat her on the bench in the shower, got undressed, and got back in the shower with her. It was dark and I seriously doubt she even realized I was nude. She sobered up some and I wrapped a towel around her and slid her panties off of her and undid her bra, being as careful as I could be, and put her in bed.

A few hours later I went in to check on her and she was lying on her side, facing the door where I walked in. She was awake and wrung out. I sat on the side of the bed and handed her a glass of water and then to my total surprise she lifted the bedcovers up and asked me to please sleep with her. I had of course looked at her before - she had the same lean frame her daughter had and the same round ass, but her tits were bigger - but I had never even fantasized about her or given any thought to the fact that this might someday happen.

But I'm a guy, so when she offered, I accepted. I took off my clothes and got in next to her and just lay on my back with my arm under her head. She lay there on her side, not talking. Then she started touching my stomach with her fingers, lightly, but enough for me to feel it, and she was playing with the top of my pubic hair. Not surprisingly, I was hard, and I turned to her and softly kissed her. She kissed me back with tenderness, and then she moved her right leg over on top of mine and lay on top of me and began to kiss me fiercely.

The combination of my anger and sorrow over what had happened to my marriage combined with her fury and sorrow over what she had finally accepted about hers and we both felt free to do and say anything and everything we wanted. It was game on. We kissed passionately, and our hands explored each other with total freedom. I ran my hands down her back and between the cheeks of her ass, and she spread her legs so I could touch the lips of her pussy while she ground against my thigh and kissed me with such intensity it almost took my breath away.

She rolled onto her back and just looked at me. I kissed her face and neck, then sucked her nipples and kissed her under her arms and down her ribs. She was moaning and moving, and when I got to her lower belly, she put her hands on my head. I assumed she wanted me to stop, so I did, and I lifted my head up. I was mistaken. "All of me is yours. Nothing is my husband's any longer. Do what you wish."

I slid my tongue up and down her pussy lips, and they were swollen and slick and her clit was so hard and sensitive that she came in almost no time. She bucked against my face and held my head, and I continued to lick her and work my fingers up inside her, pressing sometimes up against her g-spot, at others pushing down at the base of her pussy to stimulate her ass. When I licked my finger and began to slide it into her ass, she stopped me, and said, "I haven't had that. Can you be patient with me?"

She made up for that. She asked me to lie on my back and she went down on me, taking my cock so far into her mouth and throat that I immediately realized where my wife inherited her magnificent blowjob skills from. She said, "Sweetie, this is huge. I may have to take my time."

She then took my balls in her mouth and swirled her tongue all over them, and then she lifted her head up and said what I had been hoping to hear: "Please fuck me."

I put her on her back again and I got some lube from the bedside table and put it on me and her. Even though we were 17 years apart in age, she seemed so calm that I assumed she must have had a lot of lovers in her life. She took my cock in her hand and began to work it up and down the length of her pussy lips, then she started guiding it in and just nodded at me to go ahead. I slowly began to work it in her all the way, and after four or five attempts, she relaxed enough and opened like a rose.

I fucked her with fury and passion and power and lust. We both worked up a hell of a sweat, and after I had pounded her a while missionary I turned her onto her stomach and lifted up her hips and began to fuck her doggystyle. She pushed back like a pro, her movements working perfectly with mine. We stayed at it for a long time, and then she looked back at me and said, "Now. Fuck me. FUCK ME. GODDAMMIT. FUCK ME!"

I was thrusting so hard up into her that was letting out one gasp after another, and then she finally buried her face in the pillow and tightened her pussy around my cock and said, "NOW NOW NOW!" I pumped my cum into her while she grunted and gasped and kept saying, "YES YES YES" over and over again. Then we collapsed on the bed, unable to talk, and we got comfortable. She pushed her ass up against me, lying like spoons, and when I slid one leg between hers to lock us up more closely, I could feel my cum and hers leaking out of her. We fell asleep.

The next morning she was really sleeping hard, so I got up and made coffee and some toast and waited for her to wake up. When I checked in on her about an hour later, she was sitting up in bed, her head hanging down. When she looked up, her face looked terrible. She was softly crying. I reached for her to comfort her, and she lashed out at me.

"You fucking bastard. How could you get me drunk and r*pe me like that? I was distraught and out of my mind with worry and all you can do is fill me full of scotch and then r*pe me all night. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."

I was stunned. And she wasn't finished. She began to cry and sob hysterically, her whole body shaking, and then she got out of bed and attacked me, hitting me on the chest and trying to hit my face. I caught her hands in mine and then, holding them both with one hand, I slapped her hard across the face. She was so shocked it made her stop crying, and then she just stood there, looking at me. I reached out to wipe some of the tears off her face and told her I had in no way r*ped her and that nothing we did was r*pe. She was trying to say something again and I just picked her up and threw her down on the bed, and without even asking her I held her down and forced my now hard cock up into her cunt.

She tried to push me off of her, and then just like that she wrapped her legs around me and began to kiss me, hard, and her language became as sexual and as nasty as I had ever heard.

"Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Take every inch of my pussy and make it yours. Do everything to me that hasn't been done. Make up for all the fucking my husband gave your wife. Tear my cunt up. And don't stop."

I fucked her with such power and intensity that she was weeping while she was cumming. I then reached for the lube and put it all over the full length of my cock and on my fingers as well, and I began to massage her asshole. She didn't even protest. Her asshole finally relaxed and opened and I had two fingers up in her. She had eyes closed and was rolling her head back and forth, and I then pushed the head into her asshole and told her to push out so she would open up. She did as told and I slid in her. She was scared, so I backed out and put more lube on, then slid all the way in her and began to tenderly fuck her virgin asshole. As she relaxed she got more and more turned on, and she then reached down with one hand to touch her clit while I fucked her ass. She loved it. I was so turned on and I told her I wanted to cum. She told me to go ahead and when I did she came at the same time, saying over and over again, "Fuck my ass. Fuck it. You own me. You are my king. Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

We spent the rest of that day in bed. We must have fucked fifteen times. She fingered my ass when she gave me head and she had me cum on her tits and her face. She asked me to treat her like I had taken her as a prize in battle, and I did.

She left the next day and I never saw her again. I divorced her daughter and my ex apparently never knew about the weekend I spent fucking her mom. Revenge fucking can be the best.

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