He has a surprising time with the in-laws.
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The idea of a weekend with the in-laws didn’t rank high on my list of things for a fun weekend. Julie and I had been married two years and I had avoided most of those obligations. Her parents lived outside the country since her father worked overseas for most of his career. His company moved him and his family wherever they needed his talents.
Now after an early retirement her parents had moved back to the U. S. and bought a home on a small acreage near the west coast. Their new home was a couple hundred miles away from us in a resort community. The weekend trip was a small compromise and I was learning to handle those trade-offs in our marriage.
Julie agreed to drive and picked me up at the office on Friday afternoon. She stopped by the curb and greeted me with her teasing line, “Do you need a ride stranger? I’m going as far as you want to go.”
Climbing into the passenger seat, I laughed and tossed the playful banter back to her. “Oh girl you have no idea how far that is. We’ll go places you’ve never imagined. Then again, maybe you’re going that way already.” We leaned close and kissed before pulling away from the curb.
After merging into traffic she looked at me. “Thanks for doing this with me. It means a lot and my parents really want to know you better. You’ve only really spent a few short days with them in the time we’ve been together. They are a lot of fun once you get to know them.”
The drive was relaxing as the countryside rolled past. Julie drove the car and I watched the scenery. Like many men I sometimes look at other women in a passing appreciation of their beauty. Julie had caught me looking often enough, and rather than becoming angry or spiteful about it, she’d laughed it off knowing it was nothing more than a passing look.
Julie was true beauty in her own right. Her light brown hair, olive skin, and slender athletic build made most other guys drool when they saw her. Those lucky enough to know her were even more attracted by her charm and wit. She was a 10, and she knew it. I knew it. She wasn’t threatened by my passing glances at a stranger. In her playful way she’d started letting me know when I was busted on those trespasses. She’d comment “I bet she’d rock your world” after she caught me in the middle of a hungry stare. Eventually the phrase was shortened to simply “rocking” so it would be our private joke in mixed company.
After an hour on the road we came along side a red Mercedes convertible. The car caught my eye and I was looking it over. We pulled along side it and the two occupants were beautiful blondes. They glanced over and smiled and waved at me as we rolled down the road. We drove side by side and I was unaware that Julie was watching me and holding her speed steady with the Mercedes.
Finally she giggled and said “rocking” to break the silence, and then passed the other car, leaving the two blondes behind us. “Is that drool on your chin or just car envy? Maybe we should pull over someplace to help you get over that car.”
We both knew I was caught and she teased more by tugging at her top blouse buttons to make the point. Her fingers worked on the buttons and her smooth silky skin was exposed showing the curve of her 34C breasts. My cock twitched with her seductive tease. She reached over stroking my eager cock through my pants to make her point. With a throbbing hard-on, I was ready to pull the car over and screw her on the side of the highway. It was only the bad timing of a passing highway patrol car that put our minds back on the driving.
Julie was in a teasing mood and she pressed the point after a few more miles. We often had fun debates while on road trips or sitting at home. Her years growing up in Tokyo, Sydney, Amsterdam, London, and Paris had given her a diverse education and perspective on many things. She could discuss philosophy or psychology in three languages.
She was usually kind and generous but her mind was like a steel trap when she wanted to attack an idea. And now she was going to grill me about my wandering thoughts. “What was it about those two blondes that caught your eye?” she asked.
Trying to avoid her grilling, “It was the car really, and I was only wondering if they were sisters or friends that looked alike. You’ve got to admit they did look alike.”
After a moment she looked at me. “That was an awful long stare to consider that small fact. You must have thought something else about them. After all, you really don’t know anything about them. You never can really tell about people without knowing all their secrets. They could be saints or sinners, debutantes or poor working girls that are credit card payment slaves. For all you know they might have been hookers on their way to a party, or sisters on their way to church. Come on tell me big boy. What was going through your mysterious mind?”
I wasn’t taking her bait and tossed it all back at her. To tell you the truth I was thinking all that. “They looked like sisters, with a lot of credit card debt on their way to a party to find a sugar daddy to bail them out of their predicament.”
Julie laughed, “oh and I suppose you were the good looking rich stud that was going to be their knight in shinning armor. Were you going to save both of them or did you have your eye on just one of those sisters?”
Groaning in mock agony “Ahh, I have to make the tough choices all day long at work and now you want me to make more choices”.
Julie pressed on. “So you’re saying you’d take both sisters. Aren’t you the wild one? I better turn up the heat a notch or two in the bedroom to keep you under control”
I countered, “Yeah, line them up for me baby. I am a stud muffin sex machine ready for all you can give me. Turn up the heat all you want girl.”
Her smirk grew wider. “That sounds like you’re into incest. What wicked fun were you and those sisters getting into with your incest fantasy. You’re just full of secrets and surprises. It seems there are more than a few impure thoughts under your proper exterior” she jeered. We laughed at her teasing and continued down the road.
We drove on as darkness covered the countryside and arrived at her parent’s house around 10pm. They greeted us warmly and Julie ran to her father and jumped into his arms. She buried her face in his neck and wrapped hers legs around him as he lifted her off the ground. His arms wrapped around her waist and then his hands slid down her back and cupped her ass while he lifted her off the ground.
Before their embrace ended her mother joined in the hugging and kissing. I was surprised to see her kiss them both on the lips but shrugged it off as cultural. They held each other close for the longest time before turning to welcome me. Elle was warm and hugged me with enthusiasm. Her touch was inviting as her body pressed tightly against mine. She had on a perfume that made me want another whiff of her scent. Dick was robust and gripped my hand tight while slapping my back like an old friend. Elle wrapped her arms around Julies’ and my waist as she escorted us into the house.
Richard and Elaine, or Dick and Elle as they liked to be called were fit and tanned and well relaxed from their new found free time in early retirement. Both of them could be mistaken for a couple in their 40’s even though Dick was 53 and Elle was 51. The retirement package Dick was given ensured they didn’t have to worry about money. They were now free to pursue the things they enjoyed. Dick was an avid cyclist and Elle was a runner and a fanatic about yoga. They both enjoyed golf, swimming, and hiking.
Once inside the house they began showing off their new place. It was spacious for the two of them. Elle offered to show us around to which Dick laughed and said “Elle will give you the twenty-five cent peep show and I’ll get everyone a drink.”
Julie chimed in. “Make sure that Mike’s is a double. He had to work all day and he’s been “rockin” all the way here and needs to unwind.” She grinned at me wickedly and then took her mothers arm to walk up the stairs. I watched in uneasy silence as they wiggled up the stairs.
Their home was in a private setting perched on a hill overlooking the valley and a lake. It came with a pool and fitness room. The acreage had the start of a small vineyard that intrigued Dick. He joked the house was the fruit of his labors, Julie was the fruit of his loins, and grapes would be the fruit of his vines.
We toured the house while Elle and Julie talked. They shared so many similar mannerisms and gestures that a casual observer might think they were sisters. There was no mistaking they were related. Julie moved lighter on her feet and had an eager playful mood. Although normally calm and witty, if not graceful, now less than 15 minutes in her parents’ house she was bouncing around like an energetic teen. Her giggles and playful ways seemed nymph-like when she spoke with her father. There was an obvious spark of electricity between them.