My In-Laws Know What I Did With Santa

And I’m stuck here with them all week.

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I’d always known that visiting my fiancée’s family for Christmas was going to be trouble. I just never suspected it would turn out like this.

His uptight conservative family had all these antiquidated rules, after all we weren’t married yet. But I’d tried to surprise my hubby with a blowjob and picked the wrong man in a santa suit.

I’d ended up riding him in their living room before I realized it wasn’t my Mike at all, it was his father Luis.

To make matters worse the hypocrit hadn’t said a word, he’d just let his soon to be daughter-in-law ride him until he filled me to the brim.

Now I was stuck here for another week and had no idea what to do.

I was going to have to face them eventually.

Reluctantly, I dressed and headed out for breakfast. I had a tight denim skirt and a white tshirt. If I’d known just how uptight his family was, I probably would have packed a longer skirt, but that ship had sailed.

I headed for the kitchen.

“Morning sweetie,” Mike called from the table.

“How did you sleep?” Maria called from the kitchen.

“Really well, thanks,” I replied. Unable to look her in the eye after accidentally seducing her husband.

I wrapped my around Mike and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. I felt guilty over what had happened, but it wasn’t all my fault. He should have been in my bed, not sleeping in his childhood room. Some days I wish he would stand up to his parents.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Luis called from the head of the table. “Merry Christmas.”

I’d have felt a lot more jolly if he hadn’t said the same thing as he’d exploded inside me last night.

I managed a smile. “Morning Luis.”

His big grin told me he hadn’t been that drunk last night. He remembered exactly what had happened.

“Is that my sister-in-law?” A husky voice called. Mike’s little brother Derek beelined for me, pulling me in for a tight embrace. As he did, he whispered in my ear. “That was a hell of a show you put on last night.”

My heart stopped. He knew. How?

He grabbed me by the shoulders and steered me to the table, to the seat opposite Mike and slid into the seat next to mine. “Tell us all about the wedding plans.”

My mind was still reeling, my stomach churning as I realized that others knew what had happened. It was bad enough I’d mistaken Luis for Mike, but Derek had watched the whole thing?

“I uh, the wedding,” I stammered. There wouldn’t be a wedding if Mike ever found out what happened.

“The plans will need to wait,” Maria announced as she strode over to the table.

I panicked. Had Luis said something to his wife? Surely not.

Maria clapped her hands together. “We need to say grace.”

I’d never been so relieved to have a prayer in my entire life.

Maria slid into her seat and the family bowed their heads. I closed my eyes as my soon to be mother-in-law started praying. She was about two lines in when I felt something on my thigh.

I opened my eyes and found Derek’s hand sliding steadily up my thigh. He found the edge of my denim skirt and I glared at him. Derek simply winked at me and carried right on up my thigh until his fingers brushed the front of my lacey thong.

The feel of his hand against me sent a tremor of excitement through me that was totally at odds with the frustration I was feeling. Derek knew he had me dead to rights. I wasn’t going to interrupt his mother praying for him to tell the whole family what I’d done to Luis last night.

There was also a part of me thrilled by the sheer audacity of him. Mike would never do something like this. But his brother was happily teasing my kitty with his fingers, pushing my panties deeper into my crease as he worked his way up to my clit.

I bit my lip as he worked his fingers over me again, and again, and again. By the time his mother said ‘amen’ it was all I could do to not let our a throaty groan. Derek’s fingers were firm, insistent and boy did he know what he was doing.

As everyone raised their heads, Derek withdrew his hand and while I watched slipped his finger into his mouth, tasting me. No one else at the table knew what he’d been up to but I did. And it sent a thrill threw me that frankly surprised me.

As the family tucked into their waffles, Derek changed hands. Leaning on the table with his left elbow, he reached across his waist with his righ hand and teased his way back up my thigh.

His hand found my panties and eased at them, but his reach was shorter. I knew I had two chocies. I could wait for him to get bored and give up. Or I could do something about it.

“So, the wedding. You have to tell us all about it,” Derek goaded as his fingers teased me beneath the table. I made a show of sliding forward as if I was trying to get closer to the table, but in reality I inched closer to Derek at the same time, which he took as tacit approval.

My fiancée’s brother immediately peeled my lacy thong to the side and thrust a finger into me. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

I closed my mouth prematurely to cut off the moan that was trying to escape my lips.

The whole family looked at me, waiting for a response to Derek’s question. I knew I had to say something, but I wasn’t sure I could rely on my body to not betray what was going on beneath the table.

For his part, Derek seemed to be enjoying my current dilemma. Not that I was surprised. The horny bastard had his fingers inside his brothers soon to be wife, while everyone watched obliviously.

It was the ultimate cuckolding. And I’d be a liar if I didn’t say it turned me on.

“Well,” I began, my voice little more than a whisper. “We were hoping to get married in the fall. A small ceremony, just a few family and friends.”

“I hope I’ll be there,” Derek replied. “Surely we’re invited.”

“Of course,” I stammered as his fingers teased my mound. “You all are.”

“You’ll be best man,” Mike added from across the table. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Best man,” Derek mulled it over as he pleasured me. “I like the sound of that. Tell me more about what you have planned.”

I didn’t have anything planned but I was on the edge of my climax and terrified I was going to scream right there at the table as my soon to be hubby’s brother pleasured me in front of his whole family.

“Yes, dear,” his mother chimed in. “Do tell us more.”

I couldn’t speak, I could barely contain myself.

“I don’t want to hog the limelight. Mike, baby, why don’t you fill them in,” I suggested.

The family turned their attention on Mike and I reached beneath the table. Grasping Derek’s hand by the wrist I pulled him into me and grinded myself against his palm.

I was in heat and desperate for my release.

Derek’s cocky grin told me he knew he had me, but I didn’t care. I rode his fingers until I pussy spasmed in ecstacy. My chair slid an inch as I pushed against the floor.

I came so hard I had to bite my tongue to prevent myself from screaming, my legs parting as my orgasm washed over me.

My breath came in short gasps and I was so distracted I didn’t even realize I’d been asked a question.

“Isn’t that right dear?” Mike repeated.

“Yes dear, of course,” I answered, having entirely missed the question. “Anything you say dear.”

Derek shot me a cocky grin as he grabbed the pitcher of juice. “Juice? Or have you had enough already?”

I fanned my face, as I tried to catch my breath. “More, I think I need more.”

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