Eighteen months ago my husband Jack told me he'd received some really bad news. His father James had been told he only had six, maybe nine months to live.
After the initial shock and tears, we gave James every assistance he needed from a caring point of view, even moving him into our home. Four months after the news, Jack took me out for meal at a really nice hotel and said he had something important to ask of me. Sitting down drinking our wine after the meal I asked him what it was he wanted to say. Looking at me my husband said "You don't have to say yes and whatever decision you take, I'll stand by you 100%". Waiting for him to continue, he took a deep breath and said "My fathers dying, and last week spoke about certain things. One of those things was just how much he missed sex". He paused again before he added "My dad has always secretly fancied you, and he mentioned if there was any woman who he'd like to have sex with before he dies, it would be you". He stopped talking and we both sat in silence for a few minutes, before I responded "So you're asking me to have sex with your dad" Jack nodded and I smiled before saying "Okay when".
My quick answer took Jack surprise, but it didn't stop him saying "Tonight would be fine, I'll book a room here and get you a taxi".
Walking into our home, I will have to admit I was extremely nervous. Not of James, but of the situation. Jack had already text his father to say I was coming home to sleep with him.
James was already in our guest bedroom naked on the bed waiting for me when I entered the room. And we didn't sleep together, we fucked. James has one attribute that Jack doesn't match, and that's an eight and half inch wonderfully thick cock. As soon as I saw him stroking his beautiful dick on the bed, I stripped naked and had his cock in my mouth in seconds. I didn't want James to think I was going to back out, so I had him tongue and finger fuck my pussy and ass, before I got him to lay back as I mounted his cock facing him. I told him I'd do all the work. His response was to say "I'm not dead yet girl, and I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before".
And James was right. Every ounce of energy we had we left it on that bed that night. We fucked in as many different positions that I'd ever had sex in. And Jame's cock stayed erect the whole time.
Doggy style with James fucking me as hard as any man has ever fucked me. Me mounting him both vaginally and anally, screwing down onto his cock hard and fast. Then him fucking me missionary with my legs onto his shoulders giving him easy access to both of my fuck holes, and boy did James fuck both holes that way. And then having me stand up leaning onto the bed, my father in law fucked my asshole so hard from behind, I orgasmed twice in a row before he shot every drop of his sperm into my rear passage. And on it went.
James had me lay down so he could lick and suck my pussy and ass, licking out his own cum from my ass then feeding it to me as we kissed. Ands still his dick remained rock solid. So I took advantage and had him slowly fuck me from behind as I lay on my side and played with my clitty.
The orgasm when it came flowed from my pussy where he was fucking me deep and slow, to my head and down to my toes. It was an orgasm the like of which I've never had before, and it shook me to the core. James just carried on fucking me holding onto my breasts and squeezing them to the same rhythm he was fucking my pussy. Finally he came for a second time, sending his cum deep inside my pussy as he ground into me from behind.
We slept then, but not for long as I felt James licking my pussy. Again we licked sucked and fucked one another until eventually as the sun was rising, James came in watery spurts all over my face and tongue. Finally falling asleep together, holding one anothers sex, we awoke when we heard the front door open.
I showered first followed by James and then Joined Jack who was in the kitchen. The look they gave each other was one of respect and carefree love. The look Jack gave me was pure love. The kiss he gave me told me it was okay with whatever we'd done.
In the remaining two months of his life, I had sex with James five more times. Each time was special, but none were as vivid to me as that first time. And each time my husband gave me the acknowledgment to have even more sex with his father if I wanted to.
We held a party for James life when he died, and didn't go with the conventional funeral. With all the family, his and our friends and James colleagues around, myself and Jack made an in joke about James being a real mans man right to the end. If only they knew what we were referring to.
Jack and I have moved on, but I must say, I miss James immensely and I also miss his very large thick cock too.