38 comments/ 136730 views/ 31 favorites What Mother-In-Law Wants... By: soldierboy50401 We'd been looking to move to the country for years and finally getting out of the city. Having grown up on a farm, I wanted my children to be able to have the same experience I did. My wife, Clarissa, and I had finally found the perfect acreage that we could afford. The house was a big old farmhouse with 5 bedrooms and a wrap around porch. It would definitely need some work over the coming years but it was at least livable, unlike many of the other small acreages, ranchettes and farms we had looked at. The outbuildings were usable, too, and there would be plenty of room for us to have horses, which we had always dreamed of. Things got kind of hairy as the acreage received a competing offer the same week we finally got an offer on our current house. We ended up accepting an offer on our own house for about $10,000 less than we were asking, but enough for us to still make out okay. We thought the acreage was gone for good, but at the last second, the financing fell through on the competing offer and we were able to get the home of our dreams! Everything seemed to kick into high gear after that and Clarissa and I would be constantly busy working on the house, the outbuildings and the grounds of the acreage. We never seemed to lack for anything to do - painting, fixing fences, working on the house. Every night, when we head to bed, we are extremely tired and worn out. We haven't watched more than about 2-3 hours of television total since we moved to the farm. Our two boys, Nicholas and Jacob, were equally thrilled with life on the farm and actively explored the woods and wildlife. I work full-time as a Deputy Sheriff in the county we live in. I had previously worked as a police officer in the largest town in our county, which has a population of about 30,000 people. I got tired of being confined to the city limits and wanted to get my family out of the city. A former officer I worked with eventually ran for Sheriff of Mason County and won. When an opening on his department came up, I applied and become one of his Deputies, which meant that I could now live anywhere within the county. My new job gave us the opportunity to move to the country. My wife and her mother, Caroline, are very close and speak on the phone for at least an hour every day, even longer if they actually have something important to talk about. To say that Caroline was having a rough year would be a gross understatement. Caroline had been married for the past 5 years to her husband, Dale. Dale was husband number five for Caroline. We all had hopes that Dale would finally be the man that she would spend the rest of her life with. But about a year ago, things changed when Dale turned 60. No one could really seem to figure out what was going on, but things between Caroline and Dale became very strained. It wasn't long before we were given the news that Dale had moved out of the house and into the home of his girlfriend, who was younger than me and just a couple years older than my wife. I'm 37 and my wife is 31. Caroline just turned 52 and was absolutely devastated at being left for another woman, especially for one so much younger who had young children of her own. Later that year, Caroline's own father passed away suddenly and her mother's health was failing from emphysema and a recent diagnosis of lung cancer. With a looming divorce on the horizon, it soon became apparent that things were going to get financially difficult for Caroline, thus prompting her to ask if we would care for her horses. Our kids were thrilled with this idea and the three horses, two quarter horses and a palomino, were welcomed to our farm quite happily. My wife, Clarissa, had been having some issues of her own lately. She had become very moody, had a noticeable lack of energy at certain times, and her sexual appetite had taken an absolute nose dive. Since our boys are ages 12 and 9, it certainly wasn't any kind of postpartum depression. Clarissa had made an appointment with her personal doctor who had given her a physical and run a battery of other tests, thinking it could be anything from early menopause to ovarian cancer. It turned out to be neither of those, thank goodness. What it did turn out to be, however, was a condition known as low testosterone. Apparently, even women's bodies need a fair amount of testosterone to run properly. Without it, it leads to the host of symptoms that I mentioned earlier. The problem was that my wife is a total freak when it comes to cooking only natural foods and using as many homemade remedies and herbal medicines as possible. She only takes prescription medication when she absolutely has to. Want a Coca-Cola to drink? Good luck finding it in our fridge! Clarissa chastises me for my soda habits on a weekly, if not occasionally daily basis. I'm not a coffee drinker at all. Anyone who is a law enforcement officer (I hate the word "cop"), EMT or firefighter knows that caffeine is often a necessity to get through a long shift. As a result, Clarissa refused to take any of the prescription medications that her doctor recommended to help with the Low-T. She was given various options of long-acting shots, topical creams or oral varieties, but she would have none of them. She researched it on the internet and has been trying a variety of herbal and home remedies, none of which seem to be having much success. I wouldn't say that the situation was killing our marriage, but the lack of physical intimacy certainly wasn't doing us any favors, either. We had our share of talks and arguments over the past few months about it. I had hoped the move to the farm would help recharge our intimacy, but no such luck so far. Clarissa says this is something she needs to do on her own and my pressuring her for sex isn't helping her. She is sure she will eventually find the magic recipe to cure her issue, but my begging for sex isn't it. I wouldn't say that I've been begging, but I have certainly been dropping plenty of hints and suggestions. Once every few weeks, Clarissa will give in and accommodate me, but it is usually forced and completely devoid of any passion we once shared. As such, it feels scripted, mundane and I am left with the feeling that Clarissa is just scratching another item off her "to-do" list. Our sex life has become completely vanilla and unfulfilled. A couple of weeks ago, Clarissa' mother called and asked if we could use a hay feeder so that we could feed the large round bales of hay to the horses instead of the smaller square bales. The benefit is that we would have to feed them a lot less often as the bales are much bigger. But you need a round bale feeder, which is essentially a metal cage, that prevents the horses from kicking the hay all around and allows them to more evenly feed from the bale and creates less wasted hay. We said we could definitely use the feeder and Caroline said she would bring it by the following weekend. I've never really thought much of Caroline in a sexual way. Sure, she is a good-looking woman for her age, I always thought. I guess I had always seen her as a mother-figure and not someone I would really consider having for myself. Caroline was definitely a cowgirl at heart and lived her life that way. It was probably why her personal life was having such an effect on her, knowing that she would most likely eventually lose her own acreage and her horses. Caroline's daily work habits and riding habits definitely kept her in good shape. She is about 5'6, trim, with a decently proportional bust size, probably about a "c" cup. She constantly wore a straw Stetson hat, colorful brush popper shirts, a pair of tight Wranglers with a huge rodeo buckle and her most comfortable riding boots. She looked every bit the part of the rodeo queen and played it to the hilt. Caroline arrived at our small farm with the bale feeder on her own horse trailer and I agreed to help her set it up. Clarissa came along to help out for a bit, but eventually left to go back in the house to check on the boys and to make lunch. The easiest way to assemble the feeder, which came in four sections, was for me to lift two sections and place them end-to-end while Caroline fitted the bolts in place and secured them. It was awkward as I lifted the sections and Caroline knelt down to secure the bolts. She was on her knees and, occasionally, her shoulder or forearm and even her head would occasionally gently bump me right in the crotch. Not enough to hurt, but enough to feel it. I couldn't help but feel strangely awkward with Caroline's head right next to my crotch. With no warning at all, I started to sport an erection right then and there, which only became bigger and firmer each time she would accidentally bump me. Every once in a while, I thought I could see Caroline steal a glance at my crotch, which now revealed the unmistakable bulge of my rampant erection. I was still holding the steel feeder up above her head and if I dropped it, she would definitely be hurt. There was no way I could muscle it out of the way to avoid her if I started to drop it, so I was definitely stuck where I was. The next thing I knew, Caroline put down the wrench she was using and just knelt there staring at my crotch. I was holding up over 200 pounds of metal right over her head. "Are you okay, Caroline?" I asked. She just stayed there, silent and slowly shook her head. "Is something wrong?" I queried again. Caroline said nothing. Suddenly, she reached for my belt buckled, unfastened it and quickly yanked down the zipper. I could barely muster a gasp when she pulled down the elastic waste band of my boxer shorts and my now erect penis nearly hit her in the face as she freed it from its denim prison. "Caroline, what the hell are you doing?" I stammered. "Jesus! Clarissa's in the house! She could be out here any second!" Caroline said nothing as she gripped the shaft with her hand and tenderly and lovingly stroked me. It felt so good that I was sure my knees were going to buckle. "Caroline, I'm telling you! I can't hold this feeder up forever and if I drop it, it is going to hurt you," I pleaded. "It's okay, Patrick," she whispered. "It isn't going to take that long." "Caroline, I......ohhhhhhh," was all I could say as she expertly took me into her mouth. Her lips were soft and moist and she sucked and licked on my swollen member with an expertise I had never experienced before. She was right. If she kept this up, it definitely wasn't going to last long! Suddenly, I thought of the fact that it was a warm day and I had been working outside all morning. I was pretty sure my crotch probably smelled like a bum's nut sack, but Caroline didn't seem to care in the least. She pulled my boxers down a little further with her free hand and pulled my swollen balls out and tenderly stroke them. The dual sensation of having my cock stroked and sucked with my balls being caressed was absolutely out-of-this world! I'm not a huge man by any means. But I'm not exactly small, either. I'm about 6 and 1/2 inches erect, although I was pretty sure I was closer to 7 inches as Caroline expertly worked my phallus, occasionally spitting on it to provide a little more lube. She tenderly gripped on my scrotum and gave a slight downward tug on the boys, which sent me into overdrive. I hadn't even masturbated in over a week, so I knew that my testicles were swollen. As I said, I'm not a particularly huge man but no woman I had ever been with in my life had ever taken me in their mouth balls deep. The next thing I knew, Caroline's nose was rubbing my pubic hair with each thrust of her head and mouth and the feeling was more than I could take. I started to feel a dull ache in my groin and knew that I was about to blow a massive load. I started to pull back trying to pull out of Caroline's mouth, but she furiously grabbed my buttocks and pulled me toward her while she ferociously swallowed me balls-deep. I experienced an unbelievable release and knew that I had never blown a load that big in my life. Caroline took every drop that she possibly could as wave after wave and spurt after spurt was released into her mouth. A small drip of my load trickled out of her nose, something I had never ever seen before. Caroline slowly pulled her head away, gradually releasing my spent manhood from her mouth. As my cock was almost all the way out, she locked her lips around the swollen head and gave one last good and hard suck before letting me go. The sensation took me by surprise and I immediately released two more spurts of cum which landed on Caroline's face and a quarter-sized glob on her shirt. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry," I breathlessly sputtered. "That's okay," she said and immediately stood up and walked away. "That's the last of the bolts. The feeder should be ready to go," Caroline said as she walked out of the corral and headed back to her trailer. I dropped the damned bale feeder to the ground and clumsily grasped at my boxers and jeans to try and get myself back in order. I tucked my dick back in, zipped up and buckled and followed Caroline. Panicked, I looked around to see if any of the kids were outside or if Clarissa had seen anything. Looking towards the house, I could see Clarissa through the kitchen window busily making lunch. The boys must still be inside, too, and I followed Caroline back to the house. We both headed into the kitchen and I could see the boys in the living room playing video games. Thank God! It didn't seem like anyone saw anything. "You guys sure took your time finishing," Clarissa said. Her tone of voice was fairly upbeat and playful. Turning from the stove, she looked at me and said, "How come you're so out of breath? It wasn't that tough of a job, was it?" She smiled as she said it, which helped calm me for a second before Caroline opened her mouth. "We had a problem with a couple of nuts," Caroline said as she sat down to a fresh cup of coffee. "But I eventually got the problem licked," she replied as she picked up the newspaper on the table. I could feel the color rushing out of my face as she said it. Not five minutes ago Caroline had the entire length of my penis in her warm, inviting mouth and now she was sitting at my kitchen table in front of her own daughter making jokes about it. The rest of lunch passed with no more veiled innuendos and Clarissa and Caroline visited almost the entire time. My head was spinning the entire time and I don't think I said two words. I just sat there eating my chicken salad sandwich and tried to avoid making eye contact. I feigned reading the newspaper as though I was the typical husband disinterested in all the girl talk. And yet, I couldn't get my mind away from the amazing and shocking experience I had just had. I had never received such an amazing blow job in my entire life and I would never have suspected that one like that could come from my Mother-In-Law. My testicles and groin still ached from the strength and severity with which I had ejaculated. That was also something new for me. Caroline left mid-afternoon. I struggled to try and figure out what it meant. I was filled with so many feelings - shock, euphoria, guilt and shame. I felt like I had been taken advantage of and I felt dirty and shamed. Caroline had taken advantage of me in a situation where I absolutely couldn't resist without the possibility of accidentally hurting her. Or was I just too stunned and turned on and FAILED to resist? I'll admit that I had been getting an erection beforehand, but was that just a natural response? Or did Caroline know what she was doing and take advantage of me anyway? I started to experience the same feelings that a victim of date rape feels, especially the ones where a victim didn't really consent but didn't really say no, either. The whole problem for me was the intense sexual feelings I was having over the whole incident. I couldn't think of what Caroline did to me that day without sporting a massive erection just thinking about it. But I also knew that I had violated my marriage vows and couldn't help but feel guilty because of it. There was no way that Clarissa would ever buy my excuse that it happened without my permission. I also knew that there was no way she wouldn't think that her mother wasn't the victim. Life went on as much as it could. I worked my regular schedule of 6 days and then got three days in a row off. I was fortunate enough to be assigned a 7 to 3 shift, which meant that I could take my lunch breaks at home with my family and be home in time for evening dinner. Meal times these days are definitely a lot lighter in conversation than they used to be. Clarissa, I'm sure, suspected that it was due to the fact that it had now been several weeks since we had had sex and that I was probably just sulking and pouting about it. That was certainly true, to an extent. I missed my wife and the way she used to be. I wouldn't really consider us to be a hot and heavy couple, sexually, even from the beginning. We had a nice sex life and generally made love 2 or 3 times a week prior to the onset of Clarissa's symptoms. But mostly, I was just stuck in neutral over what had happened between Caroline and I. To make matters worse, when I came home from my last shift before my scheduled 3 days off, Clarissa greeted me with some unexpected news. I walked in the front door of the house, went to the living room closet and pulled out my gun safe. I punched in the combination, opened it, and secured my service pistol, a Sig Sauer .40 caliber semi-automatic. After making sure my sidearm was secured, I walked into the kitchen where Clarissa had already started supper. The smell of the evening meal, good old-fashioned roast beef, was permeating the house and my stomach was already growling. "Hey, babe?" she quizzed. "Do you have anything scheduled for tomorrow?" She was just getting ready to add the baby carrots and potatoes to the crock pot. "Um, no, not really," I said collapsing into one of the kitchen chairs. It had been a rather bad day with a nasty stabbing. Unusual that something like that would happen on the day shift and a very messy one at that. The victim was not expected to survive. "I lined up a sitter for the boys tomorrow. Your sister agreed to watch them." My interest peaked as I hoped that maybe she was planning a romantic getaway for us. But my heart sank as she continued. "I'm going to head up north to the cities tomorrow with Sherry and several other girls for a weekend shopping trip. It has been months since I've had a day or two to myself and I hoped you wouldn't mind. This was the only weekend we could all get together," she finished. Damn. Clarissa was right about one thing - I did owe her the time. She is a full-time mom who home schools both of our kids and it is a very rare occasion, other than grocery shopping, where she gets any time to herself. So, I felt like I definitely owed her some time off. "Yeah, that would be fine. I know you need some time to yourself, but why not just leave the boys with me?" I asked. I wasn't prepared for the answer. "My mom called early this morning just as I was starting home school with the boys. She asked if she could borrow you for the weekend to help her with some projects over at her place." I damned near choked on the glass of water I was drinking. What the fuck do I say now? I can't just say no. If I refuse to help her mother, Clarissa is going to want to know why. Normally, I'm a terrific liar. I have to do it a lot in my job to put a potential criminal at ease to make them think they're not in trouble while I try to weasel information out of them. But when it comes to my wife? Forget it! Clarissa can read me like a book and can smell a lie like a fart in a car. As long as I keep my mouth shut, I'm usually fine. She'll think I just clam up like any other man. But if I start talking, she's gonna detect my bullshit instantly. That's just how she's wired. What Mother-In-Law Wants... "Uh, yeah, I guess so. I mean, if she really needs the help. I was kind of hoping, you know, to finish a few projects around here first," I said, fishing for an opening to get out of it. Clarissa shot me a quick glance and I finished quickly, "but, yeah, I can help your mom out." Clarissa returned to prepping dinner. "Good. You know how hard things have been for her this year. She can use all the help she can get out there now that she's all alone," she said while slicing into a large sweet onion. Yeah, I thought. Caroline is all alone and tomorrow I would be stuck all alone with her. My wife herself was sending a sheep to the wolf. We finished dinner, watched a family movie with the boys and then all turned in to bed early. Clarissa wanted to be up and on the road early for her weekend with her girlfriends. Clarissa left me in charge of getting the boys ready and she was out the door by 7:30. My sister Beth was expecting the boys by 9:00 and then they were going on a family outing for the weekend over to my parents' place. So the boys would get to have fun with the cousins and spend some time getting spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa. It was a win-win situation for everyone. Except for me. I pulled the pickup into Caroline's driveway around 10:30. I took my time getting there after dropping the boys off, even though she only lives 45 minutes from Clarissa and I. Just needed some time to think, I guess. I parked the truck down by the horse corrals, since I knew Caroline needed help disassembling those, and grabbed my tool box out of the back of the truck. A couple minutes later, Caroline came out of the house and walked purposefully to the corral. She was wearing her usual straw Stetson, a blue Brushpopper shirt and a pair of especially tight Wrangler blue jeans that were so form-fitting that the unmistakable outline of her cameltoe was as visible to me as the bright sun shining above us. I immediately turned away. Already, I could sense where this was heading. "Holy crap," she said. "Clarissa said you were gonna drop the boys off at nine. I was expecting you 45 minutes ago." She actually seemed irritated that I was late. I had figured it would be just as awkward for her with me here as it was for me. "Well, I had to stop in at the sheriff's office to take care of a couple of paperwork items for my report on that stabbing yesterday," I lied. "Yeah, I heard about that," Caroline said as she entered the horse corral. "Oh, well. Let's get to work." She brushed past me and the invisible mist of the Liz Claiborne perfume she was wearing caught my nostrils and I couldn't help but breathe it in deeply and savor the scent. Who the hell puts on makeup and perfume to work on a farm? We started off the day by disassembling the entire horse corral and several other smaller horse pens she had set up near the barn. It took us a good three hours and most of it was spent in complete silence, unless one of us was asking the other for a specific tool. I finished the last part of it myself while Caroline went in the house and emerged with two tall glasses of fresh lemonade. It was a welcome break as it was unseasonably hot for mid-September and I was dripping with sweat. I couldn't help but notice that at least one or two more buttons on Caroline's shirt had been unbuttoned since we started this morning. I quickly downed the lemonade and Caroline took the empty glass from me. "Need a refill?" she asked. "No, I'm fine. I have a few bottles of water in the truck, too," I said. "Okay, then," she said turning toward the house. "When I get back, we'll get started on the fence. I wanna fence in where the corrals were and enlarge the pasture," she said walking away. God, but her ass looked tight in those Lady Wranglers. I couldn't help myself as my breathing and heart rate both picked up. "Jesus Christ!" I shouted as she walked away. Caroline stopped in her tracks and did a quick about face. "What's wrong?" I chuckled. "What's wrong? What's WRONG?" I stammered. "What the hell, Caroline? Are we ever going to talk about it? Or are you just content to not say a goddamned thing about the 10,000 pound elephant in the room?" Caroline stood there and looked away. "I mean, what am I supposed to say to Clarissa?" I continued. "How am I supposed to deal with what happened?" "Well, if you're smart," Caroline quipped, "you won't say anything! If you have half a brain, you'll just keep your mouth shut!" Jesus. She just didn't get it. Or didn't want to. "Are we going to talk about it, at least?" Caroline's shoulders just dropped. "What is there to talk about? It happened. What is it that you think you need to hear from me?" My mind was a blank. I had no idea what exactly I wanted to hear. "I dunno, I guess. An apology, I suppose." Now Caroline chuckled. "An apology? An apology for what, exactly?" I was starting to get pissed. "You took advantage of me, Caroline. You took advantage of the situation. And for WHAT?" "Oh, for God's sake, Patrick! Man up about it! Ninety-nine out of a hundred men would LOVE for something like that to happen to them!" She turned and started up towards the house. I decided to say 'fuck it' and followed her. I reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her and immediately let go. "You know something? You're right, Caroline. A lot of men probably would love for that to happen. And I can't say it isn't something I've fantasized about. But you can't stand there and tell me that you didn't take advantage of me. I at least deserve an explanation for why you did it. Did you not at least THINK about what could have happened if we had gotten caught? Do you not give the smallest shit about what that would have done to me and my family?" Caroline walked slowly to the bench on her back patio and sat down. She set the empty lemonade glasses on a table and let out a heavy sigh. "Fine," she said. "I guess you're right, Patrick. I do owe you an explanation. And I guess I did take advantage of you." She sat back and a look of exasperation came over her. "I just want to know what got into you," I said. "I mean, I don't want you or my wife to think that it was something I ever tried to initiate." "No, no, no, Patrick. I understand that." Tears started to form in her eyes and I almost started to feel shitty for starting this whole conversation. But I couldn't work out here all weekend and at least not talk about it. "I guess," Caroline continued, "it has just been a really shitty year. First, Dale leaves for that stupid little whore who's young enough to be his daughter. Then, my Dad up and dies with no warning whatsoever and now I'm stuck watching helpless as my mother slowly dies from cancer and COPD. I guess I just wanted to do something that made me feel good and made someone else feel good." She took off her Stetson and shook her sandy blonde hair free. Somehow, the sadness and her tears made her look even sexier and I immediately chastised myself for thinking so. "You have no idea what it is like to be dumped for someone younger and better-looking than you, Patrick. You have no idea how that kind of rejection feels like," she said. I felt like now was the time to say something polite. "I would definitely say that Dale's girlfriend is NOT better looking than you. They say people always affair down, Caroline. And to be honest, speaking as a man," I said smirking, "that woman does absolutely nothing for me." Caroline looked up at me with teary eyes and smiled. "Thanks, Patrick. I needed to hear that. And as far as what happened that day, I am truly sorry. I can only imagine what Clarissa would say and the horrible damage it would have done to both of our relationships with her. She wouldn't have forgiven either of us, I know." I sat down next to Caroline, but not too close. As I did, the smell of her perfume again found its way to me. "Caroline, what do you think it was that made you do it? The BJ, I mean." "Yeah, I knew what you meant," she chuckled. "I guess, when I think about it, I just wanted to be able to prove to myself that I could still make a man happy. I wanted to prove that I could still satisfy a man and be everything that he would ever want or need me to be. And I guess I used you as a vehicle for that purpose, Patrick. I had no right to, but I did. I couldn't help but notice that you were getting aroused and I took advantage of you. And I'm sorry. I hope you can believe that." "Well," I started, "if we're being completely honest with one another, I have to say that it was one of the most intense and mind-blowing experiences with a woman that I've ever had." Caroline looked at me and smiled. The anger that I had been feeling for over a week finally left me and I saw her as a woman who was dealing with a lot of her own pain. She just wanted to feel good about herself again. True, she used me and took advantage of me. And if the roles were reversed, I probably could have been arrested for rape. A total double standard, I know. "I appreciate that, Patrick. I just wish Dale would have appreciated my "talents" the way you did." "What do you think made him not appreciate it? What do you think made him leave?" I couldn't help it. I wanted to know what she thought and why. "Well," she paused, "to be honest, it wasn't something I did for him much. He didn't appreciate it enough to ever want to reciprocate. His only interest was his own pleasure and never mine. I guess I got tired of it and as much as I wanted to have sex, I just didn't want to with Dale because I never got any satisfaction from it. So I just quit altogether and I guess he decided to go find it somewhere else." "To be honest with you, Patrick," she continued, "last week was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had, too. And I'm sorry that it never happens as much or is as satisfying for either of us as we would like," she finished. The last part of her statement caught me totally off guard. I moved closer to her on the bench. "Wait...what did you mean by that? That it never happens for us as much as we would like?" Holy shit! What did she know and how much did she know about it? Caroline reached out and took my hand in hers. "I know about Clarissa's condition, Patrick. And I know how much it bothers you. It bothers Clarissa, too," she said. "Clarissa has told me all about it and the effect that it has on you, in particular. She knows that your marriage has taken a hit because of it, too." I started to get angry. "If she knows, then why in the hell won't she do anything about it?" "You know Clarissa and how headstrong she can be," Caroline said. Yeah, no shit. She didn't need to tell me about THAT. "She absolutely refuses to take anything unnatural for it. She loves you and she's determined to do something about it. She just hasn't found what that is yet." "If I get a headache," I explained, "I take a damned aspirin. If I get an infection, I take a friggin' antibiotic. Clarissa has an explainable and, according to her doctor, an easily correctable medical condition. I can't understand why she won't do it for me." "I've tried to get her to," Caroline went on. "I've explained to her that she is putting her marriage at risk by not taking care of the problem. You know what's funny? She was joking with me on the phone a couple weeks ago that she needed three clones of herself," she laughed. "She wanted one to do the cooking and cleaning, one to watch the boys and another clone to have sex with you so she could have free time to herself! She was just kidding, of course." It didn't make me feel any better. Not only was my own wife not interested in sex with me, but she looked at it like a household chore that she had to do, just like cleaning the damned toilet. Caroline could see the hurt in my eyes, which now started releasing their own tears. She leaned in close and kissed one of the tears off my cheek. The smell of her Liz Claiborne perfume was getting to be too much. I leaned in closer and kissed her gently but long on the lips. Caroline pulled away briefly, looked me in the eyes, and then kissed me back with even more passion. I could see her chest heave and rise as I kissed her, my tongue searching for hers. She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her breast and willed me to squeeze it firmly but gently. But that wasn't where I wanted to go. We continued kissing, the passion between us rising each time out lips made contact. I reached down between her legs and caressed my fingers along the bulging folds of her cameltoe through those skin tight Wranglers. We continue kissing and touching before Caroline stood up and took me by the hand. She led me into the barn and into one of the empty horse stalls. She grabbed one of the large horse blankets off the wall and spread it out on the floor of the freshly cleaned stall. I slowly unbuttoned her blue Brushpopper shirt and untucked it from her jeans. Damn! Those Lady Wranglers were so tight they looked like they were painted on her. I've never been much of a cub chasing cougars, but right now Caroline was the sexiest woman in the world to me. I reached down and unbuckled her rodeo belt and slowly rubbed my fingers over her bulging cameltoe once again. The heat from her crotch was palpable and I could feel the moistness of her wet vagina soaking through her jeans. Caroline in turn pulled my sweaty t-shirt over my head and unbuttoned the top button of my Levi's. She ran her open palm over the bulge of my own erection and my dick strained to be released from its imprisonment. I was about to have sex with a beautiful woman who actually WANTED me in return! I unclasped Caroline's bra, releasing her breasts from their bondage. They sagged ever so slightly, but were still full and felt soft and warm in my hands. I finished unzipping her Wranglers and slowly pulled them all the way down to her ankles, kneeling as I did so. My face was level with her thin, cotton bikini briefs. The crotch of her panties was already soaked and the smell of her sex was intoxicating. We laid down on the blanket, kissing and touching, still clad only in our underwear. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked gently, causing Caroline to let out a coo and arch her back. I reached down with my left hand and slid my fingers inside her panties, encountering profuse wetness as I did. "I want you to fuck me, Patrick. Long and slow!" I would, eventually. But there was something I wanted to do first. I kissed my way down her chest, her tummy and started kissing her mound through her panties. She slowly thrust her hips upward, silently begging me to take her in my mouth. I slipped a finger inside the edge of her panties and pulled it to the side, revealing her swollen, pink and soaking wet labia. I started with a long, slow lick from the bottom of her labia all the way up and slowly suckled her swollen clit. "Oh, my God! That feels sooooooooo good, Patrick!" she moaned. I opened my mouth wide, taking the whole of her lips and clit into my mouth. I sucked her into my mouth and made large swirling motions with my tongue. The response of her body told me she had never experienced that sensation before. I could feel her abdominal muscles and the muscles in her legs begin to quiver and I could tell she was on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Moments later, her juices flooded my mouth and I savored every last drop. The powerful smell of her vagina, combined with the smell of her sweat from working in the sun, brought out a powerful sexual hunger in me. I continued eating her pussy and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with my mouth. Finally, she couldn't take any more and guided my mouth up towards hers. She feverishly finished pulling her panties off completely and pulled my boxers off. I gently brought her legs up to rest on my shoulders and proceeded to enter her slowly. Her pussy muscles were tight from having multiple orgasms and I eased in slowly. Even so, it was pretty effortless given how wet she was. I was afraid at first that she wouldn't like this position, but she proved extremely limber and flexible. I picked up the pace of my stroking, but she would push on my hips to slow me down if I went too fast. Caroline liked it long and slow and to allow each orgasm to build slowly, culminating in a more powerful release. She would have two of them this way before she backed me off and had me lie down on my back. She straddled me and rode me cowgirl style and bucked her way to a third orgasm. We had been fucking for a good 20 minutes. I usually never have that kind of stamina, but something about Caroline brought it out of me. It felt so good to be with a woman who was enjoying it just as much as me and my only concern was to please her right back. We slipped into a missionary position and I was getting really deep penetration. She was on the edge of yet another powerful orgasm when I felt that familiar dull ache in my groin and knew that my own orgasm was close. "Inside or outside?" I asked breathlessly. "I'm getting close..." "Inside! Inside! Don't you dare pull out of me, Patrick!" It had been over a week and I could tell that I was going to flood her pussy with my semen. "Oh, shit, Caroline! You feel so goddamned good!" I shouted as I finally released my pent up orgasm. Caroline screamed my name multiple times as she went over the edge again, too. I collapsed on top of her, completely spent and as lifeless as a wet noodle. We lay there, completely drenched in sweat and each other's juices. I finally rolled over to the side and my sagging erection plopped out of her now gaping pussy with a loud, wet pop. I knelt beside her and gave her another deep, passionate kiss. I couldn't believe that I had just got done having mad, passionate sex with the mother of the woman who was the mother of my children. There was something surreal about it as I watched my manly juices ooze and drain from her now well-used pussy. Caroline just lay there, still breathing heavy, and looked at me and asked, "So? Are you ready to go again?" She reached down and began stroking my cock that was still coated with her juices. Almost immediately, I could feel another erection build. "You better clear your schedule for the rest of the afternoon! Better yet, you better keep tomorrow open, too!" We fucked three more times that afternoon, although we moved the action inside to a more comfortable bed and nearer to the showers. We slept in late the following morning and then had sex twice more before it was time for me to go. We never did finish the fencing project, but I needed to pick up the boys and be home in time for Clarissa to return from her shopping trip. The fences would have to wait until later and I was already eagerly looking forward to the work! The weekend was absolutely unimaginable for me over a week beforehand. But since that time, it had been all I can think about. Caroline and I got together twice more after that, first on the immediate weekend after our first time, and then again a week after that. And that was it. Caroline's divorce from Dale was finalized around Halloween. Around that same time, she began dating the brother of a friend of hers whom she was introduced to. A short while later, she moved in with him in his home near Minneapolis, putting her over three hours away from us. We saw each other less and less after that, although she and Clarissa still talk on the phone for over an hour each night. Clarissa and I are still limping along. She has made a conscious effort to make more time for us. While that has meant making love at least once a week, she still refuses to take any kind of medication to help improve her low testosterone, relying on herbal cures instead that don't seem to help at all. What Mother-In-Law Wants... She is trying and I will give her credit for that. But our lovemaking still lacks the passion it once did and certainly doesn't come anywhere near the level of fireworks that Caroline and I were able to achieve. I still hope that we can get back to that place. But I still think of Caroline often. On the times that we do get to see her, she occasionally steals a glance in my direction gives me a quick wink and a knowing smile. I can't help but secretly hope that our bare skin hasn't touched for the last time. SB