When I got home from the hospital after my wife gave birth, her Mom, Isabella, was in bed waiting for me. Bare ass naked, not even covered with a sheet.
She was still pretty young and sexy looking so I just stood there in disbelief for a minute. Then, very intelligently, I said, “Huh?”
She said, “Didn’t Maria tell you I’d be taking care of you while she was indisposed?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“But nothing. Now get those pants off! I’ve been hearing about that talented dick of yours for two years now and we only have six weeks before Maria’s pussy is back in business. Times a-wasting.”
Well, guess she’s serious, I thought as I undid my pants. We rode each other all night long then she sent me to the hospital, wrung out like a wet dishcloth.
My wife just smirked at me as she breastfed our daughter. “Mama’s been anxious for some ever since Papa died,” was all she said.
When I brought Maria and Teresa home from the hospital, Isabella was dressed - sort of. Maria just giggled and took Teresa to the nursery as Isabella posed on the sofa in some sort of corset thing and stockings. I was hard in a flash and pretty soon I was riding her on the sofa.
I didn’t even notice Maria had came back in the room until we’d both cum. Then I felt her rubbing my back and saying, “Having fun?”
I looked at her and she was smiling. “I know you hombre muy cachonda - very horny man - and can’t go without pussy for six hours, let alone six weeks. Don’t worry, Papa was the same way and Grandmama took care of him same way.”
“It’s a tradition now,” Isabella said with a grin.
The next six weeks were the strangest and sexiest of my life up til then. Whenever either Maria or Isabella thought I was getting horny, Isabella would get my dick in her pussy in one position or another. In fact, there were some times when I’d simply be watching Maria breastfeed Teresa and start to get excited and she’d look at my groin with a smirk and call out, “Mama!” And Isabella would come in from the kitchen or whatever, pulling up her skirt or undoing her pants. Then she’d ride me as we both watched Maria feeding Teresa.
Of course I wasn’t at home 24/7 having sex with Isabella. I did have to go back to work after a few days. At any rate, I was still getting my ashes hauled on a daily basis and life was great.
But I missed Maria. Oh, Isabella was great, don’t get me wrong, but Maria was Maria.
Then came the day when she went for her 6 week checkup. When I got home from work, Maria was sitting on the sofa in the same exact position Isabella had when I’d brought Maria home from the hospital, and wearing the same exact outfit. It was at that moment that I realized just how much the two of them looked alike.
Our reunion was - lusty, let’s put it that way. We could hear Isabella giggling in the other room where she was playing with Teresa.
I admit I was enjoying Maria so much that I didn’t really think about why Isabella didn’t leave. But she was still there a few days later when Maria snuggled up to me and whispered, “Mama needs a permanent man. She likes you. It doesn’t bother me.” She lifted up her head and smirked at my gobsmacked expression. “Ah, I see you’re getting the idea. Want another wife?”
I just grinned.
Maria called out, “Mama!”
And Isabella walked in from the hallway where she’d been waiting, lifting up her nightgown with a lusty smile on her face.
It’s been a year now, and Maria is trying to convince Isabella to have a baby before Maria has another one of her own. I think I’m going to end this story now and go in the other room and insist that wife #2 provide me with child #2.
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