I love her family; but one of them too much – part 4

She turned and moved against me in a lover’s embrace, clinging to my side. “She was so happy, like I haven’t seen her in ages. I want that for her. We both know why she was like that.”

“No. I screwed up today, and I’m not going to cheat on you again. It’s not worth it.”

She kissed me. “Hush, Glover. You didn’t cheat on me today. Grandma was with Grandpa today, and it made her happy. Don’t stop making her happy. We can deal with it.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I think we should keep this secret, just between us. The whole family doesn’t have to know. Is that Ok?”

“Of course. If that’s what you want.”

“It is. I know you love her, Glover. You’ve never hidden that from any of us. Just like you loved Grandpa. Like you love Mom and Dad. There’s nothing wrong with that. I understand why you did it, and it wasn’t because you don’t love me, or that you need something, someone else.”

“Of course not. You are everything I want.”

“Good. So do we have an understanding? When Grandma is with Bob, be what she needs, Glover. Don’t hide it from me, though. I couldn’t stand that. If … If I want details, I’m going to need you to be honest with me.”

“Absolutely. I couldn’t stand to keep it from you, anyway. The guilt would eat me up.”

She was quiet, and I wondered where her thoughts were, and how she could come to that decision. Then my thoughts wandered to where the future with Grandma might lead.

* * *

It didn’t take long to find out about Grandma. Two days later, I had finished a short piece of code to complete a new feature they wanted to add at the last minute. My part was pretty simple, about twenty lines of code, a couple of hours total effort including testing and checking it in. I was feeling pretty damn good when I dressed down and headed for the workshop.

The cabinets were close to finished, and I was wondering what I was going to do with them, when Bob’s girl showed up. She was already in a great mood, bringing me a snack. Then she was in my arms, kissing me, rubbing my front. “Anything else I could interest you in?” she teased.

I heard the echo of her words, how I’d changed, how she couldn’t entice me anymore, if I’d gotten tired of her.

I kissed her, holding her in my arms, running my hands down her back, and rubbing her bottom. Then I was pulling up the bottom of her dress, and my hands were on her bare skin, while she moaned into my mouth, her hand busy between my legs. I was hard as granite for her.

“Someone’s naughty,” I whispered. “No panties, Kate?”

She smiled. “I guess someone would have to be pretty naughty to find that out. Are you going to do something about it, handsome man? Or do I need to find someone else to be naughty with?”

Her preference was obvious, as she tore off my shirt, and pulled down my pants, fighting with my toolbelt, until I was standing before her, in a t-shirt, and naked down to my ankles. She squealed delightfully, when I pulled her dress up around her waist and turned her around. I hesitated a moment, thinking about what I was about to do. If Kate really was alright with my being ‘Bob’.

Then I was rubbing the head against her opening, back and forth, once again surprised that a woman her age could be that moist, but then again, what did I know? It wasn’t like I’d been having sex with a bevy of senior citizens.

She was moaning and encouraging me, when I eased it into her. Grandma was as tight as any girl I could remember. Tighter. I wondered briefly when the last time she’d had sex was, and then I was lost in the feeling.

I held her hips and thrust into her, while she pushed back, leaning against the workbench, accepting me eagerly. “Bang me, Bob. Bang your naughty girl!”

I did, and I enjoyed it immensely. Maybe that makes me a pervert. I could have cared less. Grandma was very verbal, urging me on, telling me how wonderful I was. The best, the absolute best. Her pussy might have been old, but it fit like a glove. I don’t think I lasted five minutes, before I was pumping my seed into my wife’s grandmother. And loving every moment of it.

When I had finished, she turned around, straightening her dress. Then she took the napkin off my snack plate, and wiped my cock gently, before giving it a little kiss. She looked up at me as she did that, giving me a wink. Then she pulled up my boxers and pants, taking her time getting me dressed again. Quiet the whole time, she gave me a warm kiss when she was done.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

“Incredible.”

“Don’t you mean Out-fucking-standing? Isn’t that what you like to say?” she pouted.

“Out-fucking-standing, and then some. That was a pretty naughty little kiss you gave me at the end.”

She wore a huge grin as she moved up against me. She reached up and touched my lips. “This one?” Then her other hand gave my package a squeeze. “Or this one?”

I put my hand on hers, moving her hand against my still thick cock. “This one, definitely this one.”

“You only have to ask, handsome man. Whatever you want, whenever you want. I’m yours totally.”

I’ll admit it, I was feeling more than a little guilty, until I walked through the kitchen. She was singing, practically dancing around the space. The fragrance was heavy in the air.

“Roast? You know how much I love your roast, Kate.”

She laughed, scurrying over for a quick kiss, before sending me on my way. “Yes I do know how much you love my roast, darling man. I know some other things you like too, so I expect you to eat hardy tonight, you’re going to need your strength.”

I watched her walk away, stunned at the progression in our relationship. I was upset with myself, even after all the talks with Kate. I’d taken the lead. I’d fucked my wife’s grandmother, and I’d loved every last minute of it. And I was an adulterer, in every sense of the word.

Closing up shop, I snuck around the back of the house, showered and changed. I peeked in on Grandma, singing an Elvis song and dancing around the kitchen, while she prepared dinner. Damn, she looked happy.

With half an hour to go before I had to do my share of car-pooling, I left early, driving around aimlessly, wondering how the hell I got in this crazy situation.

* * *

Kate didn’t blow up. She did insist on getting me hard, using her mouth again, twice in one week, a record for us, since our honeymoon. It wasn’t until I was comfortably inside her before she asked for details.

I told her how Grandma had come to me, pantiless. How she’d undressed me, and what we’d done. I even allowed for how I didn’t last all that long.

“No good?” Kate asked.

“No, it was good. I enjoyed it a lot. A lot more than I expected to, to be honest. She’s noisy, talkative.” I couldn’t help but grin. “Now I know who you get it from.”

She laughed, and smacked me playfully. “I don’t think that’s genetic. Although I may have to ask Alice.”

I was pleasantly surprised there was no immediate fallout. Kate was in a great mood. “You’re really fine with this?”

She giggled, bouncing up and down on my cock, “With this? Always.”

“You know what I mean, ornery girl.”

“Don’t you mean ‘naughty’ girl?” she said grinning. “I can be just as naughty as Grandma.”

She paused and gave me a long warm kiss. “I’m fine. You saw her tonight. We gave that to her. You did your part, mine is to deal with it.” She did a little more bouncing, setting her tits in motion. “I thought I’d be pissed when you actually did it,” she said. “I’m not. I think it’s cute. Banging, Grandma.” She giggled again. “Bang me, Bob, Bang your naughty girl!”

She squealed playfully as I put her on her back, and gave her a thorough ‘Bob’ banging. I had her screaming into a pillow before I was through with her.

When I was done, she was lying there, spent, with a silly grin on her face. “Jesus, Glover! That was incredible. You’re going to have to bang Grandma a lot more often, if that’s what I get. Holy shit!”

Yeah, I was feeling pretty damn good about myself. About everything.

* * *

Maybe I was looking for it. I got dressed in my workshop clothing every day except carpool day, and spent a lot of time out there. Grandma showed up most days, looking for Bob. It was becoming more frequent that she would step into her mental time machine and wander back in time.

I have never, and I mean never gotten that much sex in my life. Almost every day I was ‘banging’ Bob’s girl, and honestly loving every minute of it. And Kate got the full scoop each evening, with my cock buried inside of her. Our sex life had been pretty damn good, having sex typically three to four times a week, often twice in a row on weekends.

But this was incredible. Kate was wearing me out almost every single night. And I’d estimate that more than half of the time, it started with oral sex. Life was beyond good.

Grandma was always willing, eager. I had to wonder if she’d always been that way, back in the day. All I had to do was hint I wanted sex, and the skirt or dress would go up, and the panties down. I had to remind myself that she wasn’t twenty, and take it easy a few times.

I didn’t want to hurt her. Our new favorite quickie was to go in the house, so much cooler than the workshop, sit on the ottoman with her facing me, sucking face, with my cock buried inside of her, until I lost my patience. She’d laugh as I put her on her back, and ‘banged’ her good.

I had liked bending her over the end of the couch, and pounding her from behind, but after doing that a couple of times, she told me she preferred’ facetime. That’s what she and Grandpa used to call the ottoman thing. And it made me happy to make her happy. I was learning to ask what we should do, hinting at what we should call it, getting tutored in the ways of Grandpa.

I never failed to tell her that it was out-fucking-standing, that she was beautiful, and to tell her I loved her. All of it is true.

Her mental journey wasn’t always linear. Sometimes she seemed to go further back, sometimes not so much. The giveaway was oral. At some point in her past, Grandma had made a 180 about it. Really young Grandma wasn’t having any of it. But there came a time when she walked out to the workshop, blew me where I was standing, to completion, then gave me a quick messy kiss. “There, that should hold you for a while,” she said.

Kate got a kick out of that. “Aww, poor baby! No Grandma pussy for you today? How will you ever survive?”