Another TJD

Original chapter by Sordisi.

Wow!

Thomas really committed himself.

When I was in the shower, applying lotion and then cream, I didn't expect it.

When Uta actually stood at the door, I was stunned.

Uta hated being called mother-in-law. And certainly not grandma. Even Sina called her “Uta.” Sporadically “Uty,” but only when she wanted to annoy her mother-in-law.

Uta literally floated into our house. As always, she was elegantly dressed. The shoes, the black dress that flattered her figure, the white pearl necklace—everything matched and complemented each other.

And she had a great figure, a beautiful bust, a little tummy. Feminine, without being fat.

Even if she wore sweatpants, they would be coordinated and stylish with the rest of her wardrobe. But she would never in her life bring herself to wear something like that.

When Thomas introduced me to her back then, I felt like a gray mouse. It stayed that way for quite a while.

Later, especially as Sina grew up, our relationship thawed. She was never one of those dragon mothers-in-law I thought she was.

Distant? Yes, she was. But never mean, nasty, or devious. She did have a wicked and sharp sense of humor, I have to admit.

In a quiet moment, I once asked her why she sometimes teased Thomas so much.

Her features softened. “Oh, you know, child...” She called everyone who was younger than her a child. “I just don't want him to turn out like his father. I'm really proud of Thomas, even though...”

“Even though what?” I pressed.

She smiled. "My God, you know him. He can rattle off the chemical elements forwards and backwards in his sleep, how they react with each other and all that stuff. But he'd rather drink a bucket of water than knock it over. That's why." She smiled tentatively.

Well, it was more or less true that Thomas was, or is, a little awkward, cautious, almost fearful at times. But he could also be spontaneous and headstrong.

When Thomas and I bought our first furniture and he raved about how the colors would match the rest of the room, etc., she tilted her head and said to him, “Are you really the Thomas who still had teddy bear wallpaper on the walls of his room at 23 and slept in Formula One bedding? Boy, you're evolving.”

That image alone was so unexpected that I roared with laughter. Thomas sulked for a while. At that moment, it didn't occur to me that I had also helped choose the furniture.

Uta has a very keen sense of people and situations. That evening, she also noticed the small tremors in our family. She elegantly avoided responding to my hints. She preferred to flirt with Dirk, who felt flattered.

Getting Sina off the radar was a masterstroke on her part. We wouldn't see our daughter again until tomorrow.

Shortly after Thomas said goodbye to his mother and Sina drove her home, my cell phone buzzed.

“I'll take care of Sina today. Please come by my place in three days. :) U.”

Now I was lying next to Dirk, who was playing the big shot, my eyes fixed on Thomas, Dirk's boner in my hand, and I smiled at my husband.

“So you really pulled it off...”

Thomas smiled. He looked from the boner to me and back again.

Slowly, I jerked off the good piece in my hand. Dirk pulled his T-shirt over his head. I had no intention of helping him. I was busy slowly peeling myself out of my clothes. Then I turned back to Dirk. On the other side of the bed, Thomas realized that he had to undress himself too.

Dirk pulled me toward him and kissed me, caressing my back and neck. The time for flippant remarks was over.

My fingertips glided over the body in front of me. Thomas had the best view of us. He saw how I slowly jerked off the cock and moved my mouth down to Dirk's nipples to lick them.

The two feet between Thomas and us made every gesture more intense. It conveyed the tension and the scent.

I lifted my head and gazed directly into my husband's eyes. He turned toward us, his cock in his hand, absorbing everything. Seeing him like that was the moment I felt more connected to Thomas.

I took my hand off Dirk's cock and reached out to Thomas.

“Kiss me, honey...” My voice was hoarse. Thomas took my hand and kissed me over Dirk.

At first tentatively, as if he were the guest, then intensely. He caressed my face and weighed my breasts in his hand. He squeezed and pressed them, overcoming the distance on his own. The two men's bodies touched.

It was easy to reach my husband's hard cock. Everything happened in front of Dirk's eyes, who was buried between us and under us.

It was completely different from previous times when I slept with Dirk and Thomas watched us. Having my husband so close to me, feeling his body, his lust, is incredible. Dirk groaned beneath us. My mouth separated from my husband's and found the other mouth, my hand continued to jerk off my husband's cock.

Thomas began to caress my back. I purred like a cat and pressed myself even closer to Dirk. He kneaded my ass. Again, I kissed Thomas, who pulled me closer to him, almost over Dirk. His cock was rock hard, as was Dirk's cock, which I could feel against my stomach.

Sex and fucking didn't follow any choreography; at best, neither was a reeling off of positions or practices I had read about.

I don't know how I ended up in the middle. I don't know who turned me onto my side either. No one gave orders or instructions.

Thomas was lying in front of me, caressing me, while Dirk had buried his head in my neck behind me, his arm draped over me, his hands massaging my breasts, playing with one of my nipples. His body moved rhythmically. Whenever I opened my eyes, I saw my husband's blissful face.

Yes, he wants to enjoy it. I changed my position just a little. My thighs revealed my pussy. Dirk's glans. His hand guided his hard-on, bringing it into position.

Do you want to see it, darling? Look how this cock is going to fuck me, it boomed in my head.

It's also possible that I whispered it. I noticed that Dirk was slowly penetrating my wet sex. I could see in Thomas's sparkling eyes that he was enjoying it.

My butt stretched out toward Dirk. Am I your cunt, darling? Are you enjoying how he's fucking me? I opened my mouth, wanting to whisper the words, to breathe them out, but closed it without saying a word.

Dirk was now holding me by the hips. With one leg over the body behind me, I showed my pussy, into which a cock was thrusting in and out.

Thomas jerked off in front of me, got down on his knees and brought his cock close to my mouth. I willingly opened my mouth. Offered myself. Took the glans and my husband's throbbing cock.

Three bodies found their rhythm, synchronized, sweated, and I was burning up in the middle.

Shortly before Dirk's hot semen shot into me, I heard myself say, “Shoot it on my tits, I want to see you come.” The words came out more hoarsely stammered than clearly spoken.

I don't know if Thomas heard them. I felt that this was the signal for Dirk. The last demanding thrusts came from him. They rocked me. Flesh collided with flesh. Thomas's cock pointed like an arrow at my bosom, which I offered up. The torrent from his cock hit my upper body, splashed onto my tits, and Dirk emptied himself into me with full ****.

No loud, crazy roars or screams accompanied the final act. Whispers, whimpers, and moans were the music. The scent of sex and sweat was the aroma in the room.

When I awoke from my trance, the guest had disappeared. Only Thomas was there, still watching me. With a smile that I had missed for a very long time. A very long time.