I knew that if I ever got the chance I would seduce her and fuck the life out of her into the bargain. Trouble was, I also knew I would never get the chance, and I would not go hunting her either. She would either come to me, or it would remain what it was, a dream on my part.
She is Daisy, I am Frank Whitlam, I met her 2 months before my son's wedding. You know when you see a woman, a pretty woman, a beautiful woman, they can turn you on with a flash of their eyes. Well Daisy was that woman to me, I knew, and had known beautiful women all my life. And every man has his own personal idea of his fantasising wet dream, step forward Daisy, she was to me my ideal wonderfully sexy woman. She did it for me in every sense.
She was, is, beautiful, and 5ft 5" of heaven, a walking hard on every time I looked at her. I imagined doing all sorts to her, knowing that that is what it was, my imagination. She has long auburn hair, a face to kill for, lips to die for, a super sexy unassuming smile, eyes that dazzled you, especially me. And a walk that wasn't a walk, she floated like a soft silk scarf in a light summer breeze.
The fourth or fifth time I saw her was at her wedding day, I had got to dance with her at the reception, and I know she felt my hard on when we collided. I did try to keep it away from her, but I failed. Daisy knew, I could tell by her eyes she knew. Later she asked me to dance with her again, so I obliged by letting her greet my dick, all by accident of course. I had hooked up with her mother at the wedding, I am long time divorced by the way, she is a widow, and it was easy to see where Daisy got her looks from.
So we waltzed, jigged, and messed about on the dance floor, people clapped and cheered. And I knew she knew big boy talked to her upper leg, and once to her pussy, but I never let on. And neither did Daisy, not to anyone else by the way, not even her new husband, my son. But she told me with her eyes.
So as we finished I did whisper into her hair, and I know I should not have, but I did, I just had to.
"Daisy, if I ever get the chance, son or no son, I going to make love to you, comprende?" All she did was flash her eyes, as if to say.
"Yes I know big boy, but sadly, you won't." And off she went. I was left to dream, though I had the consolation of taking her mother home and screwing her for the weekend.
Lucy, that's Daisy's mother, and I, formed a loose relationship. It was one way of keeping track on my son's new wife, looking for an opening. Yes, you are right, I am a conniving bastard, but sex is just that to me, sex. I have been chasing skirt since before I can remember, whether it was girls at school, my mother who I got, my auntie's, two of whom went down too, my sister, I got a blow job and hand jobs from her, thats all. Most of my friends sisters and their mothers, some of whom fell by the way side.
To me it was my learning curve, all I ever wanted from life was girls and women, especially the older ones, they knew a lot more than I did. It was all the same to me and still is. And I was screwing them long before some of my friends even know what jacking off was.
I love women, they don't have to be beautiful, though that helps. I don't want to, nor do I believe I ever will want to fall in love again, lust? Yes, but not love.
The women I have enjoyed sex with were mostly married, I don't care if the husband finds out about his wife. I just turn my back and walk away. I have had some great times, and one or two holidays with other men's wives. I hardly made firm arrangements with Daisy's mother, the sex was great, I knew she wanted more, no chance.
And it was from her that, the door to Daisy became ajar, Lucy told me, in a moment of confidence, Hah! That Daisy wasn't too happy with my son's performances in bed. It wasn't just that he wasn't good enough, she loved him. He didn't perform often enough either it seemed. Daisy was being kept dry, the well wasn't being kept full. I began doing little explorations, looking for a way in, I was sure now, that Daisy was wanting more, and unknown to her, she was talking to the right man when we spoke about this and that.
I gave her one or two sideways hints that I wanted her, and that she turned me on, that I would love to get a hold of her if I could. I never came right out with it, just the odd, very little innuendo. I know she understood me, her eyes and body language told me. But she never acknowledged them openly. I was up a tree, should I try or not?
Then out of the blue, my son came home one night to her. I wasn't there, and he told her he had bought a big old house to live in and do up. He had accepted an offer on their house and they would move within the month. Daisy had no option, but it gave me the perfect one. My son is useless at DIY, I am the bees knees, I do it for a living, I own and run a national house serving company, which I now run part time.
So I offered my services, my son accepted straight away, as I knew he would too. Daisy gave me that look, and we both knew what it meant, her amazing knee knocking eyes said to me.
"Hah, you randy bastard, you think you have found your way in, just try it mate, just try!"
I offered to move in with them, and do the house up each day, plumbing, heating, wiring, decorating, garden, wall paper, scrubbing, you name it, I laid it out. My son, the fool, was as happy as Larry. He said it was a great idea, I don't know what Daisy said, but it was happening.
The Sunday I knocked on their new door, bags, clothes, and tools in hand, ready to start first thing the following morning. As soon as he went to work, I told him. The first thing I would do though was seduce Daisy for my first glorious fuck with her, hopefully anyway, and I couldn't wait. I jacked off that night, thinking of nothing but my beautiful daughter in law, but I would not touch myself again after this.
That evening, just before we all retired for the night, I got an alone moment with her. I 'accidentally' caught her with my hard on. And so, taking the bull by the horns I made a comment that I knew she could not ignore.
"Daisy," I said, "What time does Alan go to work on a morning?"
Without preamble, she said, "He leaves at 7 on the dot, why?"
Turning to the door, I said over my shoulder as I went out. "I'll expect you to come and give me a knock at 10 seconds past 7 then."
I never waited for a reply, I didn't look over my shoulder, I went straight up to my room. I did grin though, I could see in my mind, the look of astonishment on her face. She would know why I had said that, what for, and what would happen if and when she did. She would be home alone with her rampant randy father in law. She would know he was dying to screw her. And he, (me) would be dying to make love to her. I was hoping and praying she would be feeling deprived, frustrated and neglected.
