I had just divorced my wife Ava of 25 years, our kids had grown and left for college. Things did not go well after we had a empty nest. It seemed our sex life was pretty much non existent for the last 5 years and we couldn't seem to find the spark that we had when we were newlyweds. Well, she found it, just not with me.
I had came home early from work one afternoon early not feeling well. I found her in bed with our neighbor Ann, the new mother next door. My wife had been trying to help the neighbor out since ever since her husband had been killed oversees, being a new mother she did not have anyone to help. Turns out my wife had been helping her since about a month after her husband deployed. My wife had been helping in more ways than household chores, motherly advice or childcare. When her husband had deployed, she was 3 months pregnant and my wife always feeling patriotic, wanting to help the new family that had a man serving our country. My wife, ex-wife, told me that things clicked between and that they fell in love almost immediately. She had never been with a woman that I knew of and when they were together after their first time she knew she was a lesbian. It made sense since we were not "lovers" anymore, we had not been intimate in almost 2 years at that point.
Talking to Ava she told me the when Ann's husband died, it was almost like a weight lifted and half of the pressure on their strained love was gone. Then when I caught them it was almost like a blessing, especially since I did not overreact. She appreciated that in my reaction and we remained friends. I was hurt, but I knew she was right.
Ava was 45 years old and I was 50, we had grown apart. Our kids were not going to be as affected by the divorce as much as if they would be if they lived at home so there was little agreement and the separation and divorce was smooth. She moved in with Ann and I stayed in our house, the one our family had called a home for so many years. It took some time for the kids to adjust to there mom's new lifestyle, There mom had always been with me, a man, and now she was a lesbian and marrying a woman, but they really were in love.
Our kids and anyone who saw them together could see the joy they brought to each other. Our kids had accepted this new dynamic, even if her new wife was the same age as our youngest daughter Lily 21. I really think that was the hardest part of their acceptance, at least for Lily. I don't think they even cared about the lesbian part, we raised our kids to be accepting, even if maybe I was not as accepting as they were about certain LGBT relationships.
That was 2 years ago, and we were better as neighbors then when we were married, we had became good friends. My ex's wife Ann mentioned that her brother was coming to stay. It seems he was being kicked out of their childhood home and her parents were not accept gay relationships her brother had been having.
That must have been why they did not come to the wedding and she does not speak of them.
Since her brother Sam was now 18 and very much gay he needed a place to stay. Ava and Ann had volunteered to take him in until he got a job and his own place to call home.
Ann and I talked the next day.
She said, "My parents only have one more child left and my parents were not going to be happy. I know something they don't!"
Ann laughed. I was starting to like this girl, even if she did steal my wife, she was a little devil.
Sam moved in the very next day, I saw all of them in the front yard so I went out to say hi.
"Hello, you must be Sam," I said.
He shook my hand and I caught him looking at my eyes a little longer than needed. I wont' lie I did take an extra few moments to look at his face, it was almost feminine. If you could say that about a man.
He said, "It's nice to meet you sir".
"Well, aren't you a well mannered young man, it is refreshing to meet someone who speaks to there elders with respect," I said smiling.
He said, "You are not an elder sir, I think you look like a young in a mature kind of way".
"It was nice meeting you, I have to get back to my game. Please keep these two in line thou," I said pointing at Ava and Ann.
"Oh, I will," he said.
I walked away.
That evening I could not get Sam out of my head, it actually scared me a little. My mind was obsessing about him. I had met him for 2 minutes and felt nothing and now I cant sleep. His feminine face, messy hair, and tight jeans all on my mind. I was thinking to myself that I was not gay and I had never even looked at or thought about another man before. However, Sam was on my mind all night. His image in my head was causing me to get hard off and on.
I finally had to stroke one out. I looked for some porn online. I needed something straight to prove I was not gay to myself. I ended up finding a skinny tomgirl looking blond with short hair. She was blowing a daddy looking man. This video focused on her back, ass and face. I finally came into the towel I had prepared. I threw it in the laundry and headed to bed, thinking about the video. It could just as well have been a twink, there were no tits and the video never did show any exclusively feminine features like tits or pussy. Somehow that did not seem to bother me, because I realized that I in the back of my mind I was thinking about Sam the whole time.
The next morning was Saturday morning. I was laying in my bed barely waking up, I was nude. I had always like to sleep nude since the divorce, it seemed to be an extra layer of freedom. I decided to sit up and get going for the day. I sat up and looked down at my chest, stomach and cock. I was not hard, he was laying there flaccid. I thought about last night, meeting Sam, the video and and the pleasure all of those things brought me. Before I knew it I was rock hard.
Just then, there was a knock at my door. This was bad timing, I changed my thoughts and willed my hard on away, it seemed to work as I threw on a robe and walked to the door. The knocking continued.
I yelled, "Hold on, I am coming".
I opened the door and Ava was there. She said, "I bet you were, you perv".
I replied smirking, "You are jealous, you probably wanted to help."
Ava said, "not in your dreams buddy, that ship has sailed."
Getting back on task I said, "What can I help you with on this beautiful morning?"
Ava said, "Sam needs somewhere to spend the day, we had painters coming today and he can't stay at our house. I am taking Ann on an anniversary day trip to the city," she smiled and continued "We are not likely going to be home tonight, I want to spoil Ann with a fancy hotel and go all out."
I asked, "Where is your baby going to be?"
She answered, "The baby will be at sitters for the whole weekend and the painters had the code to get in and out."
I relaxed after finding out I was not the child care option they needed. I said, "send him over, I might even have some work for him."
