A Good Son-In-Law

‘How in the hell do I get myself into these things?’ I asked myself. The scarves that held my wrists to the padded arms of the chair were a work of art. I couldn’t move them at all but the circulation was just fine. Jenny, my wife, was a surgeon and an expert at knots. The workout machine I was sitting on had padded legs and my shins and ankles were secured in a similar fashion. The seat itself was split to be moved for different exercises and my ass just hit both cushions leaving my balls swinging free. The “night mask” on my face didn’t let in the least bit of light. ‘Where the fuck was Jenny?’ I thought for the millionth time.

I went to a “meet and greet” for my mother-in-law’s new business. My wife warned me before hand that I could be there most of the night and that the people attending (mostly business women and their husbands, all 45 and older) could make or break Mom’s company and that I’d better fucking me charming, and willing to do whatever the hell her mother asked. OK but this wasn’t in the goddamn cards!

As promised I showed up early to help setting things up. There was a full bar and catering service already there. Jenny, my wife was there already. “If you just play along with whatever Mom tells them you can have whatever you want from me,” she whispered. “Be a good sport, OK?”

“One solid month of cumming in your ass,” I said. She looked at me with those soft hazel eyes considering. She shifted her feet and said, “If you lick me until I cum three times before each time you fuck my ass, then done.”

HOLY SHIT! I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d only had the pleasure of my wife’s ass twice in the four years we’d been married. She stood 5’7″ at around 150. She’d put on a few pounds since our son was born but still had a nice ass and an amazing rack.

“It won’t be too boring. Besides, there’s a blowjob in store for you in a couple of hours. Mind your drinking; no more than two an hour,” she said then wandered off.

The next few hours were a succession of middle aged women and pussy whipped husbands. Some of these broads were pretty fine looking but most were simply average for their age. All of them were loaded.

“Thanks for being such a good guy, Dan,” my mother in law, Marcy, told me. “Jenny said something about looking at my new workout machine. It’s got everything. It’s in the back of the warehouse in the little room I had built. Padded floor and air conditioning too. Hell there’s even a water cooler and a place to take a shower! Go see it,” she said shooing me away.

‘What the fuck?’ I thought heading into the warehouse. When I opened the door to the exercise room I was impressed. The mirrored walls had professional padding like in any gym and the floor gave just slightly when you walked. The lighting was muted but still bright enough to make the place seem lit up from everywhere. The shower was off to the side with two shower heads and complete amenities too. Jenny sat on the exercise machine and crooked her finger at me.

I smiled at her and admired the device. Jenny grabbed me by the belt and pulled me close. “As promised,” she said unbuckling my belt and taking my cock out. It had been nearly a week since we last fucked so I was ready. She had me deep in her throat in no time alternating between that and sucking my balls. I could tell that she was in the mood for cum from the way she was sucking me off. One hand was on my balls caressing them and the other in sync with her mouth as she sucked me. I threw my head back and moaned as I came. Hot jets of sweet cum shot into her mouth and she swallowed each one. She kept sucking and swallowing until I stopped cumming.

Pulling my cock from her mouth she swabbed the last bit of cum from her lips with a dainty finger. “I’ve been thinking about playing on this since I saw it last week. Wanna get kinky?” She asked.

When you’re wife has a full load of your cum in her stomach it’s difficult to deny her anything. “Sure! How do you want to play?” I asked.

“I want to tie you up and fuck you until your dick is raw,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Next thing I know I’m butt naked, blind folded and secured to the machine. “I gotta pee. Be right back,” Jenny said. “Don’t go anywhere” she giggled as she left.

After a few minutes I began to wonder if she was alright. I guess she got stuck talking to someone since the party was still going strong. I’m not sure how long I sat there when the door opened again.

“Dan,” my mother in law said opening the door. “Are you in here?”

FUCK!

“Oh my!” I heard from the door. “The hospital called and Jenny had to leave. How in the hell did you get like this?”

To say I was embarrassed would have been an incredible understatement. I’m sure I was beet red from toes to forehead. What the hell do you way?

I heard the door slam and the lock click. “Jesus Christ! Look at those knots! Where does it start?” Marcy fumbled with the knots. I felt her standing in front of me almost between my legs. She was pulling at the scarf on my wrist frantically. She gave up on that one and tried the other. My mother in law is a typical late 50’s women. Kinda big ass, some wrinkles on her face and never, at no time did she ever look or talk to me like anything other than her son in law. Being naked and tied up in front of her was just fucking inconceivable!

I struggled more to try to help her and felt something against my foot. Thinking it was a support for the machine I pushed. Marcy stumbled then fell against me. Her tits went right into my face and the hand she put out to catch herself landed right on my balls. I yelped then coughed.

“OMIGOD I’m sorry!” she hollered then knelt down to rub them. Realizing what she was doing she stopped moving her hands and just held my balls while I groaned in pain. I guess she was wondering what to do.

There was a knock at the door. “Marcy are you in here?” came a female voice. One of the guests was looking for her.

I hear the lock being undone and the door opening. “Oh, Joan, thank God it’s you. I need you to guard the door. Don’t let anyone in here.” I hear my mother in law say to someone outside.

“Why what’s wrong? Is everything OK?” said the voice. FUCK! This is getting worse by the second.

“Oh MY!” I hear from my left.

“Would somebody shut the fucking DOOR?” I roared out. The door slams. “Marcy can you please untie me?” I plead.

I hear whispering from the two ladies and I’m about to shout again when I hear, “Joan stay with him. I’m going to look for a knife or something to cut him out of those scarves.”

The door opens then closes.

After a moment of silence Joan says, “This must be awfully embarrassing for you. I know how you feel. A similar thing happened to me many, many years ago.”

This was too weird for words. “Is there anything around that you could cover me with, please?”

“Let’s try this.” I feel a silky kind of thing falls over my shoulders.