MEETING MY HUSBAND’S FAMILY – PT 1 – FATHER HELPS HIMSELF

I had been engaged to Brett for about 9 months, and to make things easier for his family, we had decided to have the wedding in his hometown of Miami. We both had busy schedules, and I had never been to his hometown, nor met his parents before, so this was going to be a big deal for me. We scheduled our trip so we’d arrive about 1 week before the wedding, and planned to stay at his parents’ home while we prepared for the big day.

I was quite looking forward to this whole itinerary: meeting the parents, finalizing the wedding plans, and hopefully relaxing a little before the big day. I was a little nervous, but excited, to finally meet Brett’s parents, as we drove up the driveway to their house and parked the car.

When they opened the front door, Brett introduced me to his mother, Pam, and to his father, Carl. We stepped into the foyer and hugged, with Brett on my left hugging his mother, and me on the right hugging his father. My eyes popped open a bit in surprise as Carl’s left hand clearly rubbed the outside of my right boob, and then wandered down my back and squeezed my right ass cheek… all strategically out of Brett’s and Pam’s line of sight. “What the hell?” I thought to myself, “that’s quite a bold – and unexpected – move.” I didn’t react, though, and after everyone finished hugging each other, we all settled in for a week of scurrying and (hopefully) relaxing before the wedding.

Over the course of the next few days, Carl managed to touch, squeeze, massage, and rub just about every part of my body whenever we passed each other in the hallway, sat by each other, or shared the same space, like in the kitchen. He usually aimed for my tits or my ass, but sometimes even took a handful of pussy when the situation allowed it. I kind of understood this, as I’m an attractive woman with a knock-out body, so I tend to fend off unwanted attention from men…and women… constantly.