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We knew that my father in law Jerry had health issues; that in part was why he'd sold his business and retired along with his wife Tricia to what had been their holiday cottage in the Yorkshire Dales. Despite that, it still came as something of a shock when Jerry suffered a heart attack just seven months later; he's only fifty-six for Christ's sake!

While Jerry survived that cardiac arrest, it was clear there were serious problems with his heart and two weeks later he was admitted to Middlesborough's James Cook hospital for triple-bypass surgery. With Jerry and Tricia now living over an hour's drive from that hospital, it was agreed that Tricia should stay over with us, as we live quite close to the hospital.

It was the only practical option, most especially as Tricia doesn't drive -- she can, but is currently banned for drink-driving -- and she wanted to be able to visit Jerry every day while he was in hospital. I didn't foresee any problems, I get on well enough with Tricia and from our place to the hospital is only fifteen minutes in the car, perhaps twenty if the traffic's heavy.

Jerry's hospital stay was originally expected to be for a 'week to ten days' but that estimate got extended two days after the operation, when Jerry suffered a TIA (that's a 'mini-stroke' to you and me) and it has subsequently gone out of the window completely as Jerry continues to suffer with them. Such strokes are apparently one of the risks with heart surgery?

Other than being bored shitless, Jerry remains in good spirits and doesn't appear to have suffered any permanent impairment from those TIAs -- he's had nine in the last seven weeks! - but that's no doubt because he's in the right place for getting immediate intervention by the medics. The regularity of those strokes is now beginning to ease, but Jerry's still not going home anytime soon.

That also means that Tricia's still at our place and on the surface that's going OK: We get on well enough and between hospital visits Tricia keeps herself busy taking care of things domestically. I don't think the house has ever been this clean, or that Sarah and I have eaten so well, since we first began living together.

Below the surface though, things are becoming increasingly... strained. Sarah's never been especially enthusiastic or adventurous in the bedroom; I've heard the term 'vanilla' used and that's perhaps a fair description. I'd assumed, or at least hoped, that things would improve once we were married; but it seems that I was wrong and Tricia's extended visit has only exacerbated the problem:

When I stayed over at Sarah's before we were married, she wouldn't entertain any hanky-panky (Sarah's term) if her parents were at home and despite my pleadings -- we're now married and this is our house, rather than Jerry and Tricia's! - it seems that rule is still being applied; there have been more than a few angry, albeit whispered, debates in the dead of night.

While this issue is mine and Sarah's, I couldn't stop myself from heaping blame on Tricia: Aside the fact that Tricia was here and that other than hospital visits -- when one or both of us invariably accompanies her -- she rarely left the house; I also held Tricia responsible for Sarah's conservative, almost Victorian attitude to sex.

Mother and daughter were like peas from the same pod: Tall, slim, brunettes, with great legs and pert breasts. Sure, Tricia's hair now had a few grey streaks and she's gained a few pounds, but most of those pounds had gone on in the right places and her height disguises the rest. Tricia was elegant, well spoken; very much... a lady, rather than a woman and her daughter is cast from the same mould.

Generally, both of Sarah and I accompanied Tricia on evening visits to the hospital and those on weekend afternoons too. While we were both working during the week, we arranged things so that one or other of us could drive Tricia there on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons as well. Today was a Tuesday and I was the one designated to play chauffeur.

I usually got home around two-thirty, but had received a WhatsApp message from Tricia mid morning which read 'Any chance you could get home early -- say one-fifteen?' I was busy, so just sent a thumbs-up emoji in response.

It was after 1:30 when I pulled onto the driveway, so I was surprised when I got into the house to find Tricia sat contentedly on the couch reading a magazine. Usually Tricia's already coming out of the front door and raring to go. "Are you ready? What time do you want to be at the hospital? Or is there somewhere you want to go on the way?"

The smile those questions drew from Tricia was... Enigmatic, I couldn't read it at all. "Questions, questions, questions, Chris: Yes, more than. The usual time will be fine. I'm hoping to... all the way; but first we need to have a little chat." I was no wiser and that was no doubt evident in my expression.

"A chat about what?"

Tricia's expression turned more serious: "Whether you'd like me to move out; I've made some enquiries and I could get a hotel room within walking distance of the hospital which isn't too expensive."

"Whatever for; why... What's brought this on?"

"I overheard your contretemps with Sarah on Saturday night; I wasn't intending to eaves-drop, but I happened to be on the landing, heading to the bathroom, at just the wrong... or perhaps the right, moment."

"Oh, that was nothing to do with your being here Tricia."

"Don't tell lies Chris! I was standing right outside you bedroom door... I heard everything that was said..."

My head dropped, I couldn't meet Tricia's gaze as I recalled some of the things that I'd said, or at least hissed at Sarah. "I'm sorry Tricia, I didn't mean them, they were said in the heat of the moment; I was just_"

"Sexually Frustrated? That came across loud and clear... and it's something I can understand. Though in future I'd appreciate your not laying Sarah's, what did you call it... 'Prissy Victorian attitudes' at my doorstep, she must've inherited those from her father."

Those words caught my attention and my eyes rose to see a small smile playing on Tricia's lips. "You see... I told you that I could understand frustration."

I returned the smile whereafter Tricia continued "So, am I to be kicked out onto the street, so that you can have your wicked way with my daughter, or are we to make other arrangements?"

I finally relaxed. "I'm sure we can work around your presence... Maybe if you went out for a long walk from time to time, or perhaps if we arranged for a taxi to get you to the hospital some evenings?"

"Those are certainly options, but they only address half the problem... I was thinking of a more direct approach."

"Why only half the problem?" Tricia had lost me again and her smile was back; this one telling me that she knew that she had.

Tricia was still wearing that smile when she uncoiled herself off the couch and closed the three paces between us, before throwing her left arm around my neck, pulling me close and delivering me of the sort of kiss that I'd not enjoyed in years... And never before with Tricia, nor for that matter with my wife either.

I was totally gobsmacked, but I managed to respond in kind; how could I not? It would've been rude to do otherwise. That passionate embrace continued for some while, but confused or not, I played safe keeping one arm around Tricia's shoulders and my other hand resting lightly on her hip.

When we eventually parted there was a wicked glint in Tricia's eyes. "Now do you get the picture Chris? The other half of the problem that needs to be resolved is my own frustration; Jerry wasn't the most ardent of lovers before this latest problem and that's unlikely to have improved matters."

To emphasise her words -- not that understanding hadn't already dawned! - Tricia's right hand slid to the front of my trousers. I was as stiff as a policeman's truncheon and there was no way that Tricia couldn't feel that erection through the fabric; something she confirmed with a teasing smile and a crooned "So you like my more direct action, idea then?"

My reply was more of a primal growl than anything that might be described as 'words', but the tone no doubt confirmed my agreement. Tricia certainly took it as a 'yes', her fingers began working on my belt and trouser fastenings an instant later; I didn't help her, but neither did I resist and my hand sliding from her hip to her breast -- the nipple was like a bullet! - also suggested consent.

My pants, were unfastened and Tricia had dragged those and my boxer shorts half way to my knees before coherent thought returned. Well, for me anyway, in that moment Tricia was busy emitting a yelp followed by a crooned "Ooooh yes, that does look nice... Just what I need."

As Tricia's hand caught my bouncing cock, I moved my hands to her shoulders and pushed Tricia away from me; admittedly, no so far way that she needed to let go of my cock. A stuttered out "Wait... No. Hang on Tricia, what... What about Jerry... And Sarah too?"

The smile on Tricia's face now turned downright wicked "What about them? Those two can make their own arrangement... Though I hardly think they're going to go to bed with each other and given that neither seems especially interested in satisfying their spouse, I can't see them going to bed with someone else."

"No! You know what I mean. What if either of them finds out that we've... We've_"

"Fucked?" Tricia's using that word discombobulated me once again; I'd never heard any sort of profanity pass her lips, even a 'damn' could draw a raised eyebrow. Once again, Tricia spotted the way in which she'd managed to unsettle me "You'd be surprised at some of the words I know Chris... and that I like to use when I'm feeling horny."

I shook my head to clear my thinking and tried again "But you haven't answered the question, what if Sarah or Jerry find out about us... fucking?"

Tricia's face took on a more serious mien, though in the same instant she pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles, sinking onto her knees as she did so. Tricia maintained that sober look as she stared up at me and snarled "Well I hadn't intended telling them and I'd rather hoped that you could be relied upon to be equally tight-lipped."

Our conversation was over; a half-second later Tricia's wicked smile was back in place and her right hand was again around my stiff cock as she steered it towards her approaching mouth. Perhaps in emphasis of her closing words, Tricia's kept her lips tight and used those to peel back my foreskin as the head of my cock disappeared between them.

Once that, along with beginning of my shaft was inside Tricia's mouth, she began demonstrating how well her tongue could perform in other ways. First circling firmly around the circumference at the base of my helmet, before pausing to tease at the meatus in the tip and then returning to make a few more circuits of the base.

While I was no expert when it came to judging fellatio -- it didn't make Sarah's list of things she deemed 'acceptable' in the bedroom -- I couldn't conceive of anyone not quickly succumbing to Tricia's attentions. I certainly did and confirmed it by entwining my fingers into Tricia's hair and growling "Mmmmmm you filthy, cock-sucking slut."

A moment later Tricia's mouth pulled free of my cock -- she didn't release it from her hand though -- and as those words replayed in my mind, I got an 'oh fuck, that's torn it' feeling deep in my belly; there was no doubt trepidation in my eyes as I looked down, only to find Tricia looking up to meet my gaze... The wicked smile was still there as she growled "You think?... I've hardly even started Chris."

Tricia's mouth had re-engulfed my cock before a smile -- no doubt equally wicked -- had fully formed on my own face. My fingers tightened in Tricia's hair and over the following minute or so, my language got steadily worse: I repeatedly branded Tricia a whore, a tramp, a sleazy-mare and even an adulterous-bitch with each slander seeming to inflame Tricia still further.

I did have one moment of concern when I (perhaps imprudently) threw out that 'adulterous-bitch' epithet, but in the moments after, my cock had slipped deeper into Tricia's mouth than it ever had before. Tricia responded similarly whenever I repeated that slight; my cock disappearing so far that it had to be penetrating into Tricia's throat.

That said, it was my own words that brought things to an abrupt end, with the conclusion arriving when I snarled "That's the way your cock-sucking slut, keep it going, I'm going to fill your sexy mouth with cum." Though on reflection, I suspect Tricia might perhaps have been going to stop anyway.

Jerking her mouth free of my cock and shaking loose from the grip I had on her hair, Tricia almost spat her words "No you're bloody not! At least not this afternoon anyway..." Tricia was on her feet an instant later; grabbing me by the shoulders to spin me around and push me over backwards.

I landed on the couch and was still bouncing on its cushions as Tricia concluded "Maybe another time, but I told you I wanted to go all the way. I'm just as horny as you are, so this afternoon I want Fucking!... And don't even think about cumming before I do." The expression then on Tricia's face confirmed just how serious she was about the last.

Tricia was climbing onto the couch even as I regained my balance, kneeling astride me, with one hand on my shoulder to maintain her stability, while the other hoisted the hem of her skirt above her knees. Tricia didn't stop there; her skirt continued upward until I saw that she was wearing stockings rather than panty-hose.

The other thing Tricia revealed -- I noticed in the moments Tricia spent tucking her skirt's hem into its waistband -- was that she wasn't wearing any knickers either! Like her hair, Tricia's luxuriant bush was flecked with grey and that, along with the moisture with which it was also flecked, seemed to make it sparkle in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Not that I had long to enjoy the sight, with her skirt tugged out of the way Tricia's hand returned to my cock to steer it between her legs. The sensation as it slipped -- easily! - between the soft folds of Tricia's vulva was awesome... And explained those moisture droplets on her pussy too. I loudly growled in my anticipation.

Having guided my cock to her entrance, Tricia paused for five or more seconds; she was silent save for a series of quiet, mewling, squeals. In that moment I'd thought Tricia was teasing me, but in hindsight, I suspect that it was herself that she was teasing? That hiatus ended abruptly, in the moment Tricia dropped like a stone onto my rigid cock.

Jeez but Tricia's pussy was slick, my cock ploughed into her like a hot knife through butter and she landed in my lap so hard that I gasped on impact; not that my gasp could've been heard, Tricia's own bestial scream easily overpowered that. Tricia sat for some while, that scream morphing into a series of growls as she ground herself roughly against my cock.

Tricia rising up onto her knees again was heralded by a snarled "Oh fuck yes... that's exactly what I need." Tricia's next and subsequent descents where powerful, but not (fortunately?) quite so violent. Tricia's hands rested on my shoulders as she bounced on my cock like a bloody jack-in-the-box, all the while leaning backwards to keep my shaft grinding hard against her clit.

The whole episode lasted less than three minutes -- probably closer to two -- and while Tricia was the one supplying the motive force, she constantly enjoined me to penetrate her harder, faster and deeper, using language which made those earlier outbursts of my own, sound tame. The lady had lost herself completely!

I felt Tricia's orgasm arriving before I heard it -- it proved noisy - in that moment her pussy clenched around my cock like a fleshy vice. Tricia managed to rise and sink down just once more before I climaxed myself, exploding deep inside her pussy as she squirmed in my lap while demanding that I 'let it all go' and 'fill me until I overflow'.

As Tricia's strength left her in the aftermath, she slumped forward and I finally got to sample her sweet tits. Those were still encapsulate in her blouse and bra, but both were lightweight and I could feel her swollen nipple pressing hard against my cheek. A twist to my right and her left nipple popped into my mouth and Tricia delivered yet another growl of pleasure as my teeth closed around it.

I gnawed on Tricia's nipples in turn for the couple of minutes it took to recover ourselves; by the time Tricia pushed me away there was a damp patch over each, turning the fabric translucent to better reveal just how succulent they were. I whimpered at the loss, while Tricia growled "We need to go soon and I have to take another shower and change before we do."

It may have been in response to my groan of disappointment, but I suspect that it was just a happy accident: Tricia lost her footing while climbing off my lap and slid to the floor, my softening cock slapping against her cheek as she descended. After exchanging amused smiles, Tricia rocked forward and took my cock into her mouth for a second time.

Despite having just shot my load, Tricia's lips and tongue were as effective as they'd been the first time around; I was more than half-way hard again when she pulled away again, delivered one final kiss and then a playful slap to my cock and crooned "It's already past time we were setting off to the hospital; that'll teach you not to be late."

Two seconds later Tricia was on her feet and heading for the staircase, while I growled in my frustration; on the up-side, Tricia had cleaned me up nicely, so I'd no need to shower and change. Tricia was returned twenty minutes later, by which time I'd turned the car around and was waiting inside it with the engine running; we were on the road before exchanging a word.

"Did... Did you mean it when you mentioned a next time?"

"Well that's dependent on your keeping it a secret... Not just from Jerry and Sarah, you mustn't breath a word to anyone..." I'd nodded my understanding and agreement before Tricia concluded: " Good, because I'd certainly like a repeat performance; though I'll be expecting you to do more of the work next time." I eagerly nodded my agreement to that too.

"When? How about if I get back here early again next week? I can promise you that I'll not be late again Tricia."

"I think we can call that date. Though you'll not be driving me until Thursday next week Chris... That's more than a week away; perhaps you might get a pulled muscle or some other injury before then?"

"Don't worry, I won't."

"That is a pity... I noticed that Sarah has marked 'Park-Run' on the kitchen calendar for this coming Saturday. If you were to pull a muscle or some such before then, I'm sure she'd go there on her own and if we arranged to meet her at the pub for lunch afterwards...We could also ensure that she doesn't come home and disturb us."

As I nodded my eager agreement for a third time, a wickedly smiling Tricia leant over, squeezed my cock and growled "Just make sure that it's not this muscle that you pull.