Doms pov.
I had been dragged along with my wife to dinner with her family my in-laws. They were lovely people but they had their flaws and their intruding comments but they weren't over bearing until now.
"Hows intimacy with my daughter?"
"Hope we aren't disrupting your activities" *wink
"Wow shes sitting on you" *smirk
"Look at her body, you must love it if you know what i mean"
Overtime i learned to ignore those comments as i learned they were just to bother me. I think they saw this as some kind of thing to bond over but who would want to bond with their in-laws about how you fuck their daughter.
Your wife bought a stunning white silk dress that was mid thigh length, had a slit pn her left thigh that stopped right at her hip bone. It was backless and had a heart shaped neckline.
I couldnt take my eyes off her and my in-laws sadly noticed that. They would giggle every time she would get up and walk somewhere or interact with me at all. She didnt seem to mind them but it was a little bothersome.
We were at a upscale restaurant. All tables were full and there were no tables with more than 4 chairs.
Imagine my surprise when my sister in-law walked in. Once she spotted us she ran over and my inlaws greeted her warmly.
"Oh my sil (sister in law) we didn't think you would show up. So glad youre here!!" They buzzed happily.
"Wait where is sil goimg to sit?" I questioned as i saw no extra chair around anywhere. There was also a sign on a staff only door that said:
No extra chairs available
"Lilly (your wife) can sit in your lap and ill take the chair." Sil stated and my mil and fil (mother and father in law) looked at me expectingly.
"Alright then." I agree and push out your chair, allowing my vwife to slide onto my lap.
I tense up a bit when she completely sits on me and i feel her heat pressed right on top of my shaft.
I know she felt my throb as she looked back at me and wiggles to get comfy a little. Her eyes looked harmless and inocent but i know she was uo to something when she opened he legs so mine were inside hers and arched her back.
I forced myself to not grab her and slip my tip in or to look at her bouncy ass on my waist.
I felt myself grow harder with every movement she made. Weather it was to grab salt, ketchup or just hand gestures i felt myself control slipping.
