Hello. This may sound strange, maybe even a bit false but I swear it's true, I am carrying a lot of guilt. Every so often it plays on my mind. So, through you, the readers, I intend to unburden myself. You see, for years, well more or less since my divorce, well lets put it this way, over the past four years I've become steadily attracted to my son-in-law, Graham. Culminating with us fucking. It started out as one of my teases, but things went a lot further than I originally intended. All the teasing and flirting came to a head a year ago.
After my husband and I sadly divorced, and it was sad. It was nothing nasty or violent that caused the rift between us. He just grew old. Meaning that after the exciting marriage we'd had, as in a practically open one, he wanted to settle down and live a life of normality. It wasn't for me and after quietly talking and lots of crying from us both, it was decided to separate and if we were happy with that to go on and divorce. It upset our two children more than us. Well I suppose it always does. Although they were adults at the time, you'd of thought we'd done something so unforgiving we both should have been hung.
Anyway enough about that side of things. It's suffice to say that we parted as friends and for a while were occasional lovers. That ended too on mutual agreement as he'd become close with someone who he considered special in his life and I didn't want to stand in his way. As for me, I carried on, on my own and created a life of which I'm really happy in and content.
So, where was I. After the divorce and my husband moved out, things were a little difficult at first. Not only the manly things that needed doing around the house, but general things that normally happen among family. Years later I sat my daughter Sandy and son Paul down, only to find that they'd found their loyalties divided. I must confess to being angry with them both. After all, they were both adults. Sandy was 36 and Paul 33. They behaved like children. Still, we're good now and I suppose that's all that matters.
It was during this difficult period that Graham used to come around and see if I was ok. Sandy and Graham had been married for 17 years. Sandy had been a young bride but had married with our love and consent. Graham was and is still a very handsome man. Wealthy in his own right and has always and still does, take good care of my daughter and their son.
Graham was 37 at this time, I, of course was 58 and although I thought that he was a very handsome man, I'd never had thought about him in any way that could be deemed as sexual. I'd never flirted or been in any state of undress in his presence. As the weeks wore on though, things began to change between us. Slowly, my thoughts of Graham became confused. I began to look forward to his visits and was disappointed when he didn't arrive. I was even disappointed when he did come, but brought my grandson Phillip.
I found myself thinking about him in ways that I never had before. The fact that he was handsome and rugged had never come into the equation before. He was my daughter's husband and that was that. The thing was though. I rarely saw her. She would never accompany him. Always sending him with some excuse. I felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault his wife was acting childish. It's because of this that I personally started feeling closer to him and although we've never spoken about it, I believe he felt it too.
I must admit, here and now, I think I was the first one to make a sexual innuendo to him. Although very subtly. When I wasn't rebuffed it was like a green light to carry on. It was like a red rag to a bull. I kept them subtle and it wasn't too long before he was making them back.
The sexual tension in the house when he was there was incredible. We were always touching each other for no reason. My fingers would linger for longer than they needed to on his arm. He was at first a bit nervous around me but he never once pulled away.
As the months wore on I'd wear more provocative clothes. Nothing too revealing, just enough to let him catch a glimpse of cleavage, a peek at my stocking tops or naked thigh and even a shot at my knickers if the feeling took him. If I was feeling particularly brazen, I wouldn't wear any or maybe even a thong. At this time of the game, I wasn't to sure of myself as far as Graham was concerned. He might of just been humouring an old lady.
I became sure when he turned up on his own one evening and I hadn't long had a shower. I was sat in my kitchen with a towel around my head and in my fairly short, black bathrobe. I was actually getting ready to go out. I had my make-up spread out before me and I was applying my nail varnish when he walked in.
"Evening Krystal. How are you today?" he said. I was a little disappointed when his eyes stayed firmly on my face.
"Hi Graham. I'm good thank you. On your own again I see. What's wrong with her this time? No don't answer that love. I hate the fact that she makes you lie to me. I wish she'd grow up. She hasn't been a child for a long time."
Graham looked at me and then at the floor. I had never mentioned the turmoil that was going on between my daughter and myself before and I think it left him confused. He wanted, I believe, to be his true self. To stay loyal to his wife, but also he knew what she was doing was hurtful and was upsetting to myself and his son. I felt for him. I stood up and walked towards him as I said,
"It's alright honey. It's not your fault. She's always been stubborn, but she'll come round in the end."
I took him into my arms and waited for him to speak. It wasn't forth coming, so I released him and went back to my stool and carried on with my nails.
"There's water in the kettle love, help yourself."
"Thanks Krystal, I could do with one. You on your way out?"
