Welcome to the Family_(0)

Welcome To The Family

My Wife, Sarah and I had just been married, we went to Thailand for our Honeymoon, that was an adventure in itself, but thats another story for another time. So anyway, we’d just arrived back in the country a few days before and we went to visit her parents, My Wife has always been really close with her family, like, ridiculously close, I always put it down to the fact that I wasn’t that close with my own family. It used to surprise me when we’d stay at her parents and Sarah would come out with the family in her pyjamas which generally consisted of one of mine or her brothers singlets and some skimpy loose shorts, neither with underwear underneath, I always noticed when i could see her pussy lips through the leg of her shorts or looking down her top and seeing her tits hang when she’d lean forward to sit on the lounge. I always assumed it was just her being comfortable in the family home, nothing suspicious. To tell you the truth, I’d become pretty close with her family as well, they had always been very welcoming and treated me like one of the family since we’d met a few years before.

So we pull up in the driveway at her parents house, they live out in the country, not a huge property, you can still see the neighbours houses but far enough away that you can make as much noise as you want and not bother anyone. Bill and Sasha, the in-laws, met us out the front and after the usual hugs, kisses and handshake greetings we headed out to the lounge room, Bill offered me a beer and grabbed a wine for both our wives then sat down next to his daughter on one lounge and I joined my new mother-in-law on the other. They quizzed us about our honeymoon, we flicked through photos together, telling the various stories attached to each one. After we finished our drinks, my father-in-law went to the fridge to arrange the next round. Being a hot day, still in the middle of summer, Sarah suggested we take our drinks outside and have them by the pool, everyone agreed it was a good idea so we all shuffled out the back, walked through garden and down to the little oasis a hundred metres or so from the house, Sasha took great pride in her gardens, it was all manicured perfectly. Palms, ferns, everything you need to create a tropical paradise. Really, it was just like being back in Thailand.

We laid out on the sun beds and continued the small talk, laughing and carrying on, getting louder with each drinks. After a while, Bill stood up. “Whose coming for a swim?” he said. “No ones wearing any bathing suits, go back up to the house and grab some for everyone and some towels” Sasha replied. “Its alright, Tom’s family now” Bill laughed, and with that with that he ripped off his shirt and dropped his shorts, as he kicked his shorts off his legs I couldn’t help but notice his slug shaking around between his legs. It was no bigger than mine, possibly a bit more girth, but nothing that would put my 7 inches to shame, and for early fifties he wasn’t in bad shape aside from a slight beer belly. Sasha scoffed “Tsk… Bill…”, “What” he said just before he dove in the deep end. Upon surfacing, he shouted out “C’mon Tom”. Not entirely sure what to do I looked over at my new bride, she just smirked and stood up, wriggled out of her tight denim shorts and lifted her blouse over her head, reached behind her back and flicked the clasp on her bra. She now stood there completely naked in front of her parents. My wife was a bit of a Barbie doll type, 26, blonde, with perfect D tits with only the slightest of hang, a perfect midsection, waxed pussy and an ass that I never got tired of staring at, she walked past me and dove in and surfaced right next to her dad. So, never being the shy type, up I got, stripped off and joined them. “You coming in Mum?” Sarah asked. Sasha just tipped her glass up and polished off the last couple of mouthfuls of wine in one gulp and stood up, not reluctantly, more gingerly, she dropped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and and let it fall to the pavers below. She wasn’t wearing any thing underneath, she just stepped out of the crumpled heap of cotton at her feet and walked down the steps into the water. Now Sasha, like Bill, is in her early fifties, not unattractive, but no beauty queen either, while she hasn’t got an entirely flat belly, you would never consider calling her fat, but she has the most amazing tits, easily a EE, more likely FF that did sag but had enough volume that they sat well out from her frame and looked fantastic, the kind women pay thousands for a doctor to install for them. I had had the pleasure of seeing them once before on a family trip, we’d just got back to the hotel room we were all sharing, Bill had stayed at the pub with their son Ben, so it was just Sarah, Sasha and myself. We left early because Sasha had a headache, I had some paracetamol in my luggage so when we got back I dug through my bag to retrieve it and then took it to the room next door to deliver it to Sasha. The door was wide open, the light was on, but as soon as I approached the door, there was Sasha stripped off to before a shower leaning over the bed reaching for something. I stood there transfixed, as her heavy bosom swayed over the sheets. She looked up at me and I barely managed to stammer “The… the pills… for… for your… headache…” before I stepped back into the hallway and went to the bathroom where Sarah was brushing her teeth. I could feel how red I was in the face as I told her what had happened. She just laughed, as did Sasha, Bill and Ben when Sarah brought it up at dinner the next night. I could feel my face blushing again with embarrassment, but they all just thought it was funny and was no big deal, which it really wasn’t, a simple accident, but several times since I’d found myself catching a glimpse of Sasha’s cleavage and imagining them free from the constraints of her clothes again.