My Wife's Horny Stepmom

I have a great life. As a confirmed voyeur, I am ecstatically married to my gorgeous bi-sexual wife, who is happy to let me watch her with her female lovers. But when her stepmother, Maggie, moved in with us, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. So soft and voluptuous, in stark contrast to my lean and fit wife. I love my wife, and I want to love her stepmom so badly!

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Maggie came down the stairs looking tired. Her hair was still damp from the shower. “Bad night, Mom?”

Maggie shrugged. “Well, after you kids knocked it off with your sexual escapades, I had a so-so night. I’m still a little bloated from the hormones.”

I couldn’t help it. My eyes drifted down to her beautiful big ass in her tight cotton shorts. Maggie had recently finished menopause and was taking hormone replacement supplements. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I put my eyes back on my work.

I heard my stepmother-in-law speak in a light tone of voice. “Sweetie, I feel I should tell you something that happened last night.” I froze.

“What’s that Mom?”

I looked over at Maggie and our eyes met. “After you sent him up to check on me, Paul stood at my door last evening and watched me masturbate.” She smiled mischievously.

I had not been expecting this with my breakfast. In the hallway’s darkness, I didn’t know she’d even seen me. I held my breath, and I could feel two sets of eyes burning into the sides of my head. “Is that a fact?” my wife said. “No wonder he came to bed with an erection like a piece of iron.”

“Paul?” Bobbi asked. I exhaled and looked over at my wife. She didn’t appear angry, just … intrigued. “Did you?” she asked with a hand on her hip.

In a relationship like ours, honesty is the only way to go. Especially when you are married to a woman who can kill you with her bare hands. I shrugged. “Yes,” I said confidently. “For a minute or so. You know how I am.”

She sighed and looked at her stepmother. “Yes, he really loves to watch. He’s been in the room for many of my dates.”

I looked back down, unsure where this scenario was going. Several minutes passed quietly, aside from the usual breakfast sounds. “Babe, have you ever thought about sleeping with my stepmom?” She asked, and I felt the entire world pause. Thank God, I hadn’t been swallowing at that moment. With effort, I tried not to let the chaos in my brain show outwardly. I looked up at my wife calmly and then at Maggie, who looked at me curiously.

I let my eyes travel up her body and our eyes met. “Of course. She’s beautiful and sexy. Any man would.” I looked at Bobbi again and smiled. “But I assure you there wouldn’t be any sleeping going on.”

Both ladies laughed out loud. “How bold he is,” Maggie said. I looked at her. If I could somehow get a photo of the smile that she gave me at that moment, I’d carry it with me always. It was a mixture of gratitude and happiness, love and appreciation, with just a hint of promise mixed in.

I looked back at Bobbi, and our eyes met. I shrugged again, as if I expected nothing to come from this discussion, a pointless rhetorical teasing question, and turned back to my paperwork. Inside, my mind was whirling a mile a minute.

I’d have given a lot to watch the eye contact that must have been going on between them. Finally, my wife set her coffee cup and breakfast plate in the sink and said, “I’m surprisingly okay with the idea.”

Then both Bobbi and Maggie left me alone in the room without another word. I waited for a five count and then my forehead hit the tabletop.