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Nothing Like A Nice Bottle Of Red

By Victor Ramierez

Tim's dad, Michael, had been staying with him and his wife Fiona for the past week. Michael was on a long trip around the country and had called in to see his son before heading off again. He planned to be gone for some time, his wife had died several years before and he had been alone ever since. This would be the first time he had really taken to get away and enjoy himself. He was in his mid fifties, quite fit and healthy. He was a ruggedly handsome man, his short black hair was peppered with grey, and his lightly tanned skin gave him a nice glow.

Tim was like a younger version of his father and had no problems getting the ladies to go out with him. He had met Fiona a couple of years ago, shortly after his mother had died. After a few months they had moved in together, and a year later they bought a nice house together. They had only been married a few months ago, and Michael was their first house guest.

Michael was staying in the guest bedroom of their small two bedroom house and had spent his time sight seeing and enjoying their company when they returned home from work. He liked his son's new wife, she was a pleasant and friendly young woman. Around the age of twenty, she was a big breasted, blonde girl, about average height, and she had a lovely figure. Michael could see the obvious reasons why his son had been attracted to her, but had come to know what a lovely girl she was.

Michael had decided that he had intruded on their lives for long enough, and planned to head off again the next day on the lunchtime train. Knowing he mightn't see them again for some time, he arranged to take his family out to dinner for the evening as a surprise thank you gift. Over a lavish steak meal, they drank a couple of bottles of a nice red wine, and they were all getting quite merry. Michael had noticed their eagerness to enjoy the wine, and had chosen to slow down a bit as someone needed to be able to drive the car home in a sober fashion.

Three hours later, Michael parked their station wagon in the driveway and they all climbed out of the car into the cold winter's night, laughing happily they quickly headed inside to sit in front of the large open fireplace.

The house was built around this central room, which was dominated by the large stone fireplace, and it was here that Tim, Fiona and their friends would often retreat to escape winter's chill. Tim and Fiona collapsed in a giggling heap on the large rug in the middle of the polished floorboards, watching as Michael constructed and lit a nice warm fire.

Michael eased himself down into one of their large cream leather lounge chairs, and accepted the glass of wine that Tim was holding out to him. Tim had run down into the garage and had grabbed a couple of bottles from the wine cellar that he was starting, which at the moment consisted of one box of a dozen mixed wines. Michael was sure Tim was beyond caring what he had chosen, and he sipped it gingerly to test it's taste. It was not too bad, so he drank it slowly. Tim and Fiona, however, happily guzzled their wine and drank several more before Michael finished his first glass off.

"Hmm, I feel so nice," purred Fiona, leaning back, stretching her head back to the ceiling. She kicked off her black high heels, and stretched her black stockinged legs out in front of her. "My feet are so sore," she moaned, almost in a pouty little girl voice.

Tim did not say anything, and continued to stare at the fire, lying alongside her, as he sipped his wine.

"I'll give them a rub for you, if you'd like," offered Michael.

"Would you? That would be lovely," she said with a girlish squeal. She spun around on her arse, and slid across the shiny wooden floor to where he was sitting. She raised her legs, and placed them on his knees.

Michael took her left foot in his hand and began to slowly massage the sole of her foot. She moaned in enjoyment, and laid back on the floor, staring at the ceiling, before closing her eyes altogether.

Michael continued for a few minutes, encouraged by her appreciative noises, and then moved to the other foot. As he moved forwards to grab it, he noticed that her knee length black dress had ridden up around her thighs, and due to the angle of her legs he could see all the way up her stocking covered thighs to her white satin covered crotch.

Michael averted his eyes and went back to work on her foot. He could feel his erect cock, desperately trying to make it's presence known. He had not had a partner since his wife had died, and he was a very frustrated man. He was not sexually active at the moment, not by choice though, and he was still very much driven by the passions of a younger man. But he knew it wasn't right for him to be looking at his son's wife like that.

He glanced over at his son, to see if he had noticed, and saw that he had passed out on the rug. It occurred to him that Fiona had gone very quiet, and he stopped massaging her foot and gave it a light tickle. She didn't respond, and she continued to just lie there. He looked down at her, and saw that she seemed to be sound asleep.

He decided he'd put them into their bed, and go and pack his things for the trip tomorrow.

He lifted Fiona up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, and laid her on the bed. As he had carried her in, and slid her down onto the bed, one of the pencil thin straps on the top of her dress had fallen off her shoulder and then with the last movement of   placing her on the bed, one of her large nipples was now poking over the top of her dress. Michael wasn't sure what to do, leave her like that or cover her back up. He reached down gingerly, hoping not to wake her, and pulled the dress back up over the pink nub. She moaned slightly, but made no other move.

Michael realised that she was totally out, he could do anything he liked and she was so drunk she wouldn't wake up. It was at that point that a mixture of lust, red wine and male devilry took over and a very naughty idea popped into his head.

Surely he couldn't do that with his daughter-in-law, his son's wife? But on the other hand, who would know? It wasn't hurting anyone, and she might even enjoy it.

Slowly Michael reached down and cupped her heavy breast in his hand, she did not respond. He gripped it a little tighter, and gave it a gentle squeeze. No response from Fiona.

He grasped the top of her neckline and pulled it back down to expose both of her lovely pink nipples, the white untanned flesh of her breasts, delineated by her tan lines only served to accentuate her more interesting parts. Michael had occasionally, in a moment of weakness, wondered what her wonderful breasts would look like, and now he was finding out. He was filled with a pang of shame, which was quickly snuffed out by a surge of lust.

Michael softly took hold of both her nipples, and slowly rolled them around between his fingers. She moaned slightly and he noticed a little smile flick across her face. He used his fingernail to lightly graze the top of each nipple, and then bent down to take one of them gently into his mouth. He felt her firm flesh pressed in between his lips, and he sucked on it greedily. His tongue danced across it, and then down around her lovely areolae, causing her flesh to react excitedly.

He gave her other nipple the same treatment before standing back to admire her ample bosom, pink nipples standing erect. Yes he could definitely see what had attracted his son to her.

Reaching down he grabbed the hem of her dress and slid it up over her thighs, revealing the lacy tops of her black stay up stockings, up to her waist. Her cream satin panties almost seem to glow in the soft bedroom lighting, and he tentatively reached out to touch them. He slipped his finger tips under the right hand leg band and slowly ran his fingers around the delicate flesh underneath. She quivered slightly, but did nothing. He slid his hand up, over the front of her panties, to come to rest on top of her pussy. He lightly cupped her pussy, gently rubbing the material back and forth across her sex underneath.

Michael could feel the moisture through her underwear, and knew that he was having some effect on her. It certainly was having some effect on him. He quickly slipped off his pants and underwear, before climbing up onto the bed with her. He began to stimulate her clit through her panties, and with a moan, she dug her arse deeper into the bed, and moved her legs further apart.

His cock was ready to explode in anticipation, and he decided not to press his luck any longer. Moving between her spread thighs, he pulled the satin material to one side, exposing her lovely blonde pussy to his gaze, as he lined his cockhead up with her moist gash and slowly drove himself deeply into her.

She let out a moan and seemed to be biting her bottom lip.

Michael lay on top of her, enjoying the sensations of her red-hot snatch, and the feel of her hard nipples pressing into his chest through his cotton shirt. He slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her slick walls grabbing hold of him as he drove in and out.

She moaned some more, and then he felt her hands move down and grab hold of his arsecheeks. She gripped them tightly and was almost guiding him in, to go faster.

He hadn't fucked a woman for months, and was almost ready to blow his load. He felt her muscles gripping him, as she drunkenly responded to the stimulation.

"Yessss," she hissed. "That's it Tim."

She thought he was Tim, and that turned him on too. It was a very illicit thrill to be fucking his daughter-in-law, and he wanted to make the most of the opportunity.  He sped up his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of his belly slapping against her taut young skin. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and gripped his arse even tighter. He reached down and put his hands on either side of her head, and then moved upwards so his hands and his cock were carrying his weight. He increased his speed as she rammed his cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Then with one final thrust he jammed himself in as deeply as he could go and began to squirt his load of hot jism into her waiting pussy.

She let out a tiny shriek, and finished off with a nice little orgasm of her own. Michael was blown away, and slumped down on top of her for a moment, his hard cock still deep inside her.

Slowly he felt it deflating, and then after a moment it slid back out of her, and fell against he thigh with a wet slap. With a satisfied sigh, he rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her.

"Hmmm, Tim. That was yummy," she slurred drunkenly, and she leant over and gave him a kiss on the lips without opening her eyes. Then she rolled over onto her side, facing away from him and after a few minutes began to snore quietly.

Michael had been continuing on his journey enjoying the new places and new people along the way. Every week or so, he would call his son to say hi. Occasionally Fiona would answer the phone and chat happily with him for a few moments, never realising that it was him who had his cock right up her hot box on that last night. After a few months his son told him the good news, he was going to be a grandfather, or, as Michael thought to himself, perhaps a father again.

"That's great news son! When I'm in town next, I'll take you both out for dinner, and a nice bottle of wine."

Copyright 2003 Victor Ramierez

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