Butt Sex Opportunities On My In-Laws Couch

We’re alone, her as*hole is dry and my wife pushes her ass against me.

It was Christmas

Now for any couples here you know that deciding what to do at Christmas can be fucking difficult. Two families to work with. Fortunately that year my younger sibling decides to make the choice easy for me.

They married younger than I and started pumping out kids like a Catholic family and they’ve told everyone they are going around my mom’s place for Christmas.

So I ring up Sally’s parents and let them know that they’ll get to spend Christmas with their grandkid! And then tell my mom sadly that we can’t join them this year — we promised Sally’s parents.

Now there were two unplanned and not entirely welcomed surprises for me when we arrived.

First, we weren’t the only ones there.

Sally’s aunt (her mom’s sister) and her husband have also come over for Christmas. Now, this isn’t too bad — Sally’s aunt is cool but her husband is a bit too much of a beer-swilling type of guy for my liking.

But I can cope with it. It’s nowhere near as bad as the other surprise. Sally’s mom in a moment of sheer insanity to rival Sally quitting volleyball in college has bought everyone matching onesies. She thought it would be fun for Christmas Day. Jesus Christ (fittingly).

Fortunately, I now find an ally in Sally’s uncle who is not wearing it. This provides me cover to refuse — far more politely of course. I am still the much-beloved son-in-law. Free from the tyrannical Christmas demands of his wife, even Sally’s dad rebels. But the girls are all in. Of course, our kid looks adorable in it.

I also find an unexpected benefit in that the adult onesies come with a butt flap. Well, well, well. Sally takes much delight in making sure that no one is looking and then flashing me a view of her gorgeous ass, absent of any panties.

As much as I love the view — and I fucking do — it’s very cruel of my wife to do this to me. Opportunities for sex come few and far between at your in-laws.

Especially because we’re sharing her old bedroom with our 2-year-old. Throughout that Christmas Day, it’s like I’m a starving man and some woman is constantly peeling down a flap to show me two prime pieces of juicy rump steak.

We have a great day.

We put the kid to sleep. And all the adults end up in the den watching a movie. What movie? What fine movie could we watch on a day like that? It was Love Actually.

I don’t know how the choice was made. Now Sally’s parents have one of those giant fuck-off U-shaped couches. So Sally and I end up cuddled up, laying down the length of one end, her parents sit in the middle, and her aunt and uncle are on the other side. We all have blankets thrown over us.

Now back in the day, just cuddling with Sally used to get me hard. The warmth of her body against me was all I needed. By the time I was in my mid-30s, it wasn’t quite that simple.

As we’re spooning there however I notice Sally gently wiggling her ass. I almost give my wife the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’s just trying to get comfortable?

Then I remember who I’m fucking married to and I know she’s doing this on purpose. I can’t say anything obviously — I just get harder and harder until my cock is at full mast against her plump ass.

“This is shit,” her uncle says.

I think he might have a point but I don’t want to agree with him. Sally’s dad has no such concerns.

“Trash.”

Okay — a little strong against this film. They decide to head down to the basement to play some darts and drink beer.

“You coming Mark?”

My father-in-law asks as his daughter presses her bottom against my erection. There is no amount of money you could have paid that would have got me to stand up then.

“I’m already tired enough I’ll just fall asleep to this shit,”

I say to retain face — I’m not the only one to fall asleep. Sally’s aunt is passed out on the other side of the couch.

The rest of the movie then is just Sally, her mom, her passed-out aunt, and me. I decide to have some fun. As discreetly as I can I first pull down my sweats just far enough for my cock to pop out and then I pull at the butt flap. Jesus Christ.

It makes more noise than I’m expecting.

Sally goes stiff against me. But her mom doesn’t hear. I move to the next step of my plan — I press my cock against her bare ass. My shaft is enveloped in the soft heat of her pillowy buttcheeks. It’s heaven. Karma is a bitch.

For the rest of the movie, we spoon together with my cock now wedged between her buttocks. Like a honing missile, my cock finds Sally’s tight, puckered asshole but I obviously don’t slide inside her — going dry for anal?

Fucking crazy.

Instead I just gently rock my hips there, constantly knocking on the door and never gaining entry. I’m in a constant state of trying not to groan. You see — and you should have figured this out by now — my wife is a fucking minx.

So as I push my hips softly against her, she clenches her asshole. It is very hard to describe that feeling of pleasure. It feels incredible — her asshole throbbing around the very tip of my cock, massaging it, almost trying to suck me in.

I nearly have to pull away to avoid a very messy and very dangerous accident — this couch isn’t cheap after all. But we make it to the end of the movie.

“You must have enjoyed yourself, Mark, you didn’t fall asleep!”

My mother-in-law says delightedly as her daughter clenches her butthole against my cock. Sweet Jesus, I’m going to hell. I say something meaningless as Sally pushes her ass against me.

Fucking. Minx.

But I make it through it the conversation and Sally’s mom says she’s going to sleep. We’re alone — except for the middle-aged woman passed out not ten feet away from us. C’est la vie.

“You’re incorrigible,” Sally says.

“Me?” I say indignantly, whispering somewhat.

“You’re the one who was grinding against me!”

Sally pleads guilty as charged and suggests we take this to the bathroom for a quickie.

I’m about to agree but then it happens.

The impossible, amazing thing happens. To this day I still don’t know-how. I don’t know if it’s due to the precum — although let’s be honest precum isn’t exactly a fountain.

Whenever you see a story talking about precum like it’s pouring you know it’s fake. Maybe it’s the butt sweat.

Sally: Don’t tell them about the butt sweat.

Maybe it’s I push a little harder than before. Maybe it’s because at the same time Sally has teased me by pushing back. But suddenly I hear a groan from Sally and the clenching tightness is further down my dick.

Now when you have a wife with an ass like Sally’s — it can be hard to know exactly when you’re inside her butt. There’s a lot of soft inviting buttcheek stroking you that can trick you into may be thinking you’re having anal? I whisper:

“Shit am I inside your ass?”

The reply is an indignantly moaned

“Yes”

I immediately offer to pull out — although I don’t pull out just in case a Christmas miracle happens. It does. Sally says exasperatedly:

“Well, you’re in now. Just go slow, we don’t have any lube.”

There I am then, pushing my cock slowly deeper inside my wife’s ass, on her parents’ couch, with her aunt asleep across from us. I hope her dad and uncle don’t come back up from darts. Jesus, I hope so.

It takes me approximately seven hundred days to push my entire shaft inside her tight backside. I wish I could see the faces she’s pulling, but she’s buried her face into a pillow to muffle any moans or groans.

Even then I never thrust too hard — just slow, little thrusts, grinding up against her plump cheeks, her onesie still on but the open buttflap my greatest friend.

Sally hates it, however. She can’t easily reach her clit. It’s hard to rub herself through it. She tries her best though.

Finally, I reach the point of no return and unload myself inside my wife’s ass.

God — it feels incredible!

We lay like that for a while, before Sally hurriedly stands up and scurries away to the bathroom before she leaks anywhere. I take a moment to enjoy my triumph and then join her to clean off.

I lock the door behind me, pull the onesie off her thick, curvy figure, and provides her the fingering that she needs there and then in her parents’ bathroom. What a Christmas.

I’ve been feeling very turned on and isolated these days and reflecting on past encounters helps me feel better. Don’t forget to follow me.

I’m sending you so much love 💋

Olivia

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