How I Started A Whirlwind Affair With My Daughter's Ex-Husband
If he's my daughter's ex, that means he's not off-limits ... right?
Lipik Stock Media / Shutterstock I was a fairly young mom, and my ex-son-in-law was fifteen years old older than my daughter, so he and I were closer in age than them. She left him for another, and nothing other than some flirting ever happened between us when they were together.
I always thought he was attractive and in great shape. From day one, something was there. But I was married to an older man, and sex was few and far between, so yes, the thoughts were there. When alone we would talk and borderline flirt.
On occasion I would "accidentally" walk into a room still buttoning my blouse, bend over at just the right time, and would catch him looking and give a smile. It's all I had. Once, he needed to give me a ride somewhere and he showed up with a huge hard-on in tight jeans — very obvious, very intentional.
My daughter left him, but we stayed close, as grandchildren were involved and we lived close-by. My husband and I hadn't had sex for many years, and all he wanted was companionship. But I needed more. As neighbors, my ex-son-in-law stopped by to say hi or borrow tools. We would talk since he was really my only confidant.
He once commented how good I looked and what a lucky guy my husband was. I laughed and explained his lack of interest. His answer was "What a fool he is" and that "If I had you, I would start and end each day on top of you." That was definitely the most obvious of all our flirtations ... at least up until that point, where our flirting turned into an affair that my family would hopefully never find out about.
When discussing the subject, he said I needed a "friend with benefits" and that many guys would volunteer for the job. I agreed, and he confessed to me that he had an older woman fantasy.
I felt he was about to give up, as he was doing all the work and I wasn't doing my share. I was scared. We both wanted it and trusted each other completely, but I just didn't know. He basically let me know where and when to be. I sought advice online, and although many responses were nasty, some actually understood and were in similar binds. They offered great advice, and I took it.
I still couldn't go to him. Instead, I called and asked if he could stop by to remove a limb from my roof, which was actually a twig I tossed there. He said he could come at a time that afternoon, when he knew my husband was at work. I "forgot" he was coming and was only in my robe when he showed.
He said he was glad I didn't wait, because he had waited long enough to do this. He leaned into me and kissed me softly as he slid his hand beneath my robe and across my chest. I felt a wave of panic and my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. I was frozen.
He stepped back a bit and removed my robe. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the couch, where he sat down and undid his pants. I went to my knees and removed his penis from his pants. It was beautiful — exactly how I imagined.
He sunk into the seat and told me he always knew I'd be great at this.
He got up and laid me on the couch and removed his shirt. He then assumed my prior position and began licking me. I've never felt anything that good.
I orgasmed for the first time in so long, and it was amazing.
We rested a bit and talked.
That afternoon was the best sex of my life. I have no regrets. We've repeated this a couple of times now and it just gets better. I know it will end soon, but my husband and I actually get along better now as a result. I was getting bitter, so all we did was argue.
I start most weeks having sex with a hot younger guy, and we get along great. Is this not a win, win?
Justmell is a writer and contributor to YourTango.