Therapeutic sex
Hello to all readers. My name is Artyom, I'm 27 years old and I've been married to my beloved for 8 years now. We got married while we were students, I was 19 and she was 18. Everything was great for us. Romance and passionate love possessed us for a long time, and it seemed like it would be forever. We couldn't tear ourselves away from each other. But over time, due to a lack of money, I started paying more and more attention to work, staying late at work, working from home, and even "plowing" on weekends. As a result, my wife and I began to understand each other less, small quarrels started, and then prolonged disagreements.
One day, my mother-in-law invited me over,
to help her draw up some kind of application (since it's related to my profession, my mother-in-law quite often asked me for help when it came to preparing various documents). My mother-in-law's name is Svetlana, she is 46 years old. She looks great, slim, doesn't carry extra weight, has a third-size bust, hair cut to her shoulders and dyed black. There aren't even many wrinkles on her face yet. All sorts of guys constantly show interest in her, though she's never been lucky with them.But I never looked at my mother-in-law as a sexual object. After work, as agreed, I came to Svetlana's. It was summer outside, so my mother-in-law was dressed very lightly. She was wearing wide, semi-transparent pants (if you wanted, you could easily see the outline of her panties) and a tank top without a bra (it immediately caught the eye). After the traditional greetings and an offer to make tea/coffee, I went into the room and sat down at the table to get straight to business. I worked for about two hours when Svetlana started a heart-to-heart conversation with me.
"Well, you're probably tired already, maybe you'll finish?" — and my mother-in-law stood next to me.
"No, it's fine, it's a matter of habit, I'll finish soon." — I answered without looking up from the monitor.
"Here I am tormenting you, and you won't have any strength left for home again." — Svetlana continued. — "I know, Anya tells me how you're killing yourself at work."
"Well, what can I do, otherwise you can't earn money." — I said this somewhat drawn out and thoughtfully.
"You can't do that either, Artyom. I feel very sorry for you, you're trying very hard, but you need to know the balance between work and family life." — my mother-in-law began to answer somewhat agitatedly, slightly gesticulating.
"Actually, it seems like everything is fine with Anya and me, why are you pitying me for no reason." — I answered in a firm voice, but I myself somehow doubted what I said, seeing my mother-in-law's annoyance.
"Well, yeah..." — Svetlana muttered in a drawn-out voice.
Then I realized that she wanted to tell me something but couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Well, what's wrong???" — I asked my mother-in-law in a firm voice. — "Tell me, since you invited me."
"Ahh, Artyom. Please don't judge me for what I'm about to tell you, but I feel hurt for you, very much so."
I tensed up and turned my whole body towards her, but didn't say anything.
"Artyom, when was the last time you and Anya had sex? ……………… More than three months ago!" — my mother-in-law exclaimed.
At that moment I thought, had I really gotten so wrapped up that I completely forgot about it and didn't even have the desire to have sex? "No? Yes!" I was having a dialogue with myself.
"Well, yeah, there wasn't..." — I muttered.
"Do you know how many times Anya had sex in these three months?" — Svetlana asked again very emotionally.
And then my chest tightened, my head spun, and adrenaline rushed into my blood from the very fact of such a question and from the fear of hearing the answer.
"Eight times with three different ones." — Svetlana said in a much quieter voice, but it seemed like every word hit my head like a hammer.
It was hard for me to believe it, and for a moment from what I heard I lost concentration in space and time. It probably lasted seconds, but it felt like hours.
"Why are you telling me this." — I forced out after some time, staring at one point and trying to understand what was happening.
"And how can you worry about 'us' and allow your daughter to fuck around here with who knows who?!" — I asked with an ironic smile, but inside I began to feel growing rage.
"The first two times Anya guessed when I wouldn't be home. Anya told me after I noticed fresh, not yet absorbed, drops of semen on the sheet. To my bewilderment, Anya confessed that she had met some guy on the subway, and since she wanted sex so much that she couldn't even think about anything else, but she wasn't going to pester you on principle until you yourself 'remembered' her, she decided to offer him 'to sit and chat in a quiet place' that she knew (her mom's apartment), to actually fuck quickly while I was at a friend's. A few days later they decided to meet again, as she said, 'to do everything not quickly with a stranger, but prepared, and for long-lasting pleasure.' That's when I noticed the fresh traces of his pleasure, which he spilled on my sheet, and which Anya didn't have time to clean up. To my questions about you, she said that you yourself are to blame for neglecting her and not remembering her…… And you know, she is absolutely right about that."
I listened to all this and didn't know what to do, as if my life had instantly become numb. I wanted to object to Svetlana, but I couldn't gather my strength.
After looking at me for a bit, Svetlana continued. — "You need to know all this. About every case, to act correctly in the future." — my mother-in-law tried to convince me.
"With this guy from the subway, Anya slept here one more time, having previously asked me to go visit. With the second man from work, she's still fucking. They've already had four times. Three times I went to a friend's, but since I can't constantly go to friends, and they want it more and more often, as Anya says when she asks me to free up the apartment for a few hours - 'we want to do this' — so the last time, when she told you that I wasn't feeling well and that's why she would stay with me, well, she really did stay with me here, but with him. And I was in the second room and heard them having sex at night."
I looked at my mother-in-law and shook my head.
"Yes, yes! It's disgusting, but you need to listen." — Svetlana continued. — "The third was once, already when the guy from work appeared. They had sex just half an hour after meeting in the bathroom, at Masha's birthday (Anya's friend). And all because you didn't come, even though you were invited and waited for."
"Yes, you're right. But you really did forget Anya. You need to change your attitude towards life to fix everything with Anya."
"Heh! What, do you think I'll want to build a life with her after this?" — I shouted in bewilderment.
"Don't rush to conclusions." — answered my mother-in-law.
"I don't know." — I started shaking my head again.
After being silent for a minute, Svetlana came up to me and said directly, dryly and somehow wildly — "Let's fuck?"
I looked at her, clearly showing that I didn't understand what exactly she meant.
"Well, come on, you need this for your health, before you completely fall apart, give up and do stupid things. And it wouldn't hurt me for my health either" — Svetlana said with a half-playful smile.
I froze again and didn't know how to react to such a thing.
"Don't worry, she won't find out."
Svetlana walked around the chair I was sitting on, in one motion took off her tank top and started taking off her semi-transparent pants along with her black panties. Taking them off she bent over, and smooth, round breasts with swollen thick light brown nipples hung in front of me. And when Svetlana straightened up, I saw her pussy. The pubic area in the center was hairy, about 2 centimeters wide. This strip went down to the hole, and the lower part near the clitoris and vagina was shaved.
Svetlana lay down on her back on the bed in front of me and spread her legs.
"Come here." — my mother-in-law said in a drawn-out and playful voice.
After that, I probably just instinctively reached for my mother-in-law's pussy, and thought that now everything could and even should be done as desired, and Anya was the last bitch. Approaching her, I got on my knees and started licking her clitoris and vagina. She had a slight smell coming from her, but it terribly excited me. I wasn't thinking about anything anymore, I just wanted to lick this pussy. I licked the clitoris in circles, pressing on it with my tongue, then the vagina, also up and down and in circles. My mother-in-law moaned, started moving her hips, and in my mouth I began to feel more and more of the sharp juice from her vagina. Finally, my mother-in-law moaned loudly, trembled, and squeezed my head with her legs.
After my mother-in-law came, I got up and started unbuttoning my pants. Svetlana was lying with her legs spread, looking at me with a playful smile, breathing deeply, and touching her wet clitoris with her left hand.
Quickly unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down with my underwear to my knees, I leaned on my mother-in-law. My cock had been standing like a tin soldier for a long time and urgently demanded to throw out all the sperm that had accumulated in me over three months as far as possible.
My mother-in-law's pussy wasn't just wet, it was soaked, as if some river "Svetlanovka" was flowing there, and therefore, I slid into her very easily and immediately. Grabbing her black hair with one hand, and wrapping the other around her shoulder, I started fucking my mother-in-law with all my might and as fast as possible. I terribly wanted to cum, and my mother-in-law moaned loudly — "Come on!!! In me, baby! Cum in me! …….. I want your sperm! Cum!"
And about half a minute after I started just pounding the hole, such a strong orgasm washed over me that I even moaned, although that's not like me. Countless contractions of my cock occurred while I fucked my mother-in-law without slowing down. Only when I felt that all the accumulated sperm had come out of me drop by drop into my mother-in-law's vagina, I finally pulled out my cock and started looking at the breathless mother-in-law. She smiled and said that I was a great guy and did everything right. I stood up and saw how my "pleasure" was already flowing out of her vagina and dripping right onto the blanket along her perineum.
Taking off my clothes, I lay down next to Svetlana. She asked me to come the day after tomorrow, right after work, because that evening Anya would come with her colleague for the night because they again "want to do this," and that I should under no circumstances tell Anya yet that I know everything. And Svetlana also said that I shouldn't have sex with Anya these two days, but I didn't want to anyway.
This request seemed strange to me, but I agreed.
After that, we went to wash in the shower. In the shower, I wanted my mother-in-law again and started kissing her wet nipples. Svetlana said a couple of times uncertainly that it wasn't necessary, but then she herself took my cock in her fist and started slowly massaging it. This time I could already endure and strive not to cum immediately. Turning Svetlana with her back to me and bending her over, I entered her and started fucking. My mother-in-law started making quiet moans, but because of the water pouring over my cock, for some reason I couldn't concentrate on the sensations and speed up. Then I suggested we move. Coming out of the shower, I gave Svetlana my hand. She came out like a queen, slowly and elegantly threw her leg forward, and then transferred her weight onto it as if onto fragile crystal. All her femininity, maturity, attractiveness was reflected in this step.
I wanted to fuck her properly for this femininity and maturity until her pussy turned blue. Not looking for some convenient place to fuck, I immediately sat her on the washing machine and instantly entered her. I started increasing the pace again. My balls were hitting the washing machine and I somehow strangely felt it clearly, but it terribly turned me on. My mother-in-law wrapped her arms around my shoulder and buttock, and pulled me hard towards her, wanting to drive my cock into her as deep as possible. After intense fucking, I felt the wave of orgasm again. Pulling my cock out of her vagina, which was all in white lubrication (my mother-in-law was flowing heavily), I started cumming on my mother-in-law's pubic area, wanting to drench this lustful bitchy strip with as much sperm as possible.
My mother-in-law pretended to be indignant, saying that she'd have to go to the shower again, but she actually liked it. Telling me this, she started smearing the sperm all over her stomach.
As if nothing had happened, we got dressed, I said goodbye to my mother-in-law and went home.
I just felt good, there was no anger towards Anya when I got home and I decided to act as my mother-in-law advised and not find out anything from Anya, and come the day after tomorrow, in order to sort things out with Anya exactly on that day. But I started watching her, trying to understand what had changed, if I could have seen signs of a lover appearing without my mother-in-law. So, no changes in my wife's behavior caught my eye. Everything was the same, but there were some signs. For example, on the day I found out everything and the next day, Anya wore simple underwear. But, on the evening before the day when she had a night planned with her colleague-lover, Anya acted somehow especially active, washed, shaved her legs, armpits and pussy, and prepared magnificent underwear for the next day — a transparent bra and panties with lace that didn't cover anything, and a light sundress.
As planned, two days later I came to my mother-in-law's. She opened the door for me, smiling cheerfully as always, and was again dressed in a tank top without a bra and a short white skirt.
"Well, are you ready for reconciliation?" — my mother-in-law asked with sincere interest.
"We'll see. First, we need to meet them here, and have a heart-to-heart talk with her, laying all the cards on the table. Then I'll understand what to do next."
"No, I don't think that's right. We'll act a little differently. When they come, you'll hide under the bed in this room, and you'll lie there until I call you."
"But why should I hide if I want to sort things out."
"No. That way you'll definitely break up and won't be able to reconcile at all. Anya is internally very angry with you, and when she's caught by you, she'll immediately try to shift all the blame onto you, and most likely will leave to feel morally easier, because she actually understands her guilt in the affairs, but won't want to feel it further. You, in turn, also won't reconcile with the role of the guilty one in her affairs. And therefore, you will forgive her a little differently."
I looked at Svetlana carefully and thought that, indeed, that's most likely how the family showdown would end. But since I hadn't decided to put an end to our relationship, I still agreed to do as my mother-in-law asked me to act. However, it was unclear to me how under the bed I could restore my