NOTE: I have heard from many of you, here on WW and that you are wondering why I stopped posting my experiences with Liz (my wife) and Ellie (my mother-in-law). Some of you even concluded that the stories were fiction, just made up out of my head. Well, I assure you the tales are true.
The delay in posting more recent "chapters" is because Liz told Ellie (showed her on WW, actually) that I was writing about and posting the events that have been going on among the three of us. Ellie got very upset and said she felt betrayed, used, disrespected, etc. It was a bad time. I promised Ellie I wouldn't post any more stories about her, but it took her a while to get over it.
Just this past weekend she called Liz and admitted to her that she had gone to WW to read some of the stories and that, thinking it over, she was excited to be "exposed" through them. She said I can post some more, but I have to let her read them in advance of posting. So now, these stories will have Ellie's "seal of approval" as well as her suggestions and memories. I have asked her to consider writing one from her point of view. I would love her to do that!
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My most recent activity with Ellie, the morning I got my first direct taste of her “special place,” had been a week or so before Halloween. Now, about a month later, Liz and I were now making plans for Thanksgiving dinner at our place, to which MIL would be invited, of course. I had gotten accustomed to the “on again, off again” nature of my sexual interaction with Ellie, so I didn’t have any specific expectations, although (naturally) I hoped that Liz and her mom were cooking something up for me - and I don’t mean a turkey!
You might think that I’d be going crazy wanting to get with Ellie again. Yes, I was curious about what was going to happen next and was looking forward to whatever it might be, but Liz was taking such good care of me sexually that I didn’t have the time (or the sexual energy) to dwell on Ellie too much. One Saturday in early November I drove her to the airport when she had to make a weekend trip to the Bay Area, but other than a slightly-more-than-motherly hug and kiss good-bye, nothing sexual happened or was even spoken of that morning.
For Thanksgiving we had invited two couples from our neighborhood, plus Ellie, to join us for the afternoon and evening and to share the big meal with us. Also, our teen-aged daughter had invited a girlfriend for dinner (which they ate separately from us adults) and to spend the night. So as not to be a fifth wheel, Ellie invited a guy named Ken, with whom she had gone out to dinner and played golf a few times. I admit to being a little jealous about this, or maybe it was more like I was worried that Ken’s presence would be an impediment to any possible “fun” between Ellie and me.
Ellie brought the turkey and stuffing, and I made mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, roasted garlic Brussels sprouts, and my famous green bean casserole with onions, garlic, and cranberry raisins. The meal was great, and plenty of wine was shared around the table, before, during, and after dinner.
As it turned out, Ken was a non-factor that evening. He is a good-looking 60-something guy, in fairly good shape, but he “acts old.” Ellie is much more bubbly and personable, while Ken rarely spoke and when he did it was usually something negative or grumpy. After a while one could see that Ellie was sorry she had invited him. I never learned exactly what happened to cause it, but Ken ended up leaving early, around 7 PM (he had driven separately from Ellie). The neighborhood couples stayed until about 8:00, and when they left just Ellie, Liz, and I were there (plus our daughter and her friend, who were sequestered in daughter’s bedroom. Neither of them had been seen since they come downstairs to get dessert at about 6:00).
With just wife, MIL and myself remaining, we went to the TV room (where Ellie had once impaled herself on my finger while Liz feigned sleep). All three of us were a bit buzzed from all the food and wine of the day, and we still had a couple of bottles to finish. I took the opened wine bottles upstairs, along with each of our wineglasses. We had been flipping through the channels for a few minutes, finding nothing interesting, when Ellie said, “I’m getting sleepy. I’d better get home.”
Liz came to the rescue: “Oh, no, you don’t. You’ve had too much to drink, and so have Chaz and I. None of us should be driving tonight.” Yay, Liz! “Normally I’d have you sleep in Heather's room, but she is spending the night out. I’ll loan you some night clothes, and you’ll stay here with Chaz and me.” After a weak protest that she didn’t want to be any trouble, Ellie agreed. The girls left to change into their sleeping clothes while I made sure all of the wine glasses were filled. I tuned the TV to one of those cable stations that just play music, finding one featuring “smooth jazz” and turned down the lights to a soft glow.
The girls returned, chattering away about how Ken had been such a sour-puss, and I left to change, too. Normally I sleep in just a tee shirt, but I have a green and black plaid pajama set, actually given to me by Ellie the previous Christmas, so I put that on and returned to the girls. They both told me I looked cute in my “jammies,” although I felt a little too formal and somewhat foolish in them.
Both of the girls were wearing tee shirts of mine for their nightgowns. I wear an XL, so the shirts covered them to just above the knee when they were standing, but when the girls were seated the length became significantly shorter. Liz got a couple of throw-blankets to put over her and Ellie’s legs (darn it!). Liz was sitting in the middle and I on her right.
With the additional wine in hand and soft music playing, the three of us became quiet. Liz said something about what a great day it had been and that she was feeling very peaceful and contented. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug. Then I extended my hand farther to the left and touched Ellie’s shoulder. She immediately raised her hand to mine, and I thought she was going to brush it away. Instead she grabbed it, gave it a squeeze, and said, “Yes, it’s been a wonderful day, but now I’m really sleepy. It’s time for bed,” and gave my hand another squeeze. Whoa!
Liz looked at me and raised her eyebrows as if to ask what I was going to do. I said I’d stay up a little longer, watch Sports Center for a while, and make sure the house was locked up. “Don’t be too long,” Liz said with a subtle grin.
When I got to the master suite, I turned on the light in the dressing area, which slightly illuminated the actual bedroom. Liz was on the left as I faced the bed from the foot. She silently pointed to the space in the middle, between her and Ellie, so I climbed in at an awkward angle, finally nestling between those two gorgeous women, mother and daughter.
For a few moments I just lay there on my back, heart beginning to pound, breathing in the scent of my girls. Then Liz nudged me from my right, as if to push me toward Ellie. In the dim light from the dressing area I could see Ellie’s form so close to me, I turned onto my left side so that I was facing Ellie’s back, As I did this Liz also rolled onto her left side so that she was behind me in a spooning position. She whispered in my ear, “Go on!”
When I touched her shoulder, Ellie jumped a little. Then I felt her relax, almost as if she were sinking down into the mattress. I snuggled closer to MIL’s back and then reached around until my hand felt her soft right breast through the cotton tee shirt material. Ellie sighed as I cupped her breast and gently tweaked her nipple, which was stiffening rapidly. Behind me Liz raised herself up onto her elbow trying to see what was happening.
Ellie shifted a bit so that I could get both my arms completely around her. We were in a spooning position, and I now could fondle each of her breasts.
As I have written previously, Ellie’s figure is long and lean, and her breasts are B-cup sized, with thick and sensitive nipples, and I loved feeling them stiffen more and more as I got rougher and rougher in my pinching and pulling of them. Her little “cat sounds” indicated to me (and to my nosy Liz, who was watching the best she could from behind me) that Ellie was appreciating my efforts.
