I was living with a good friend from work and her husband after I had walked in on my husband screwing the neighbor's daughter. I quickly decided that I couldn't live any longer with my husband and filed for divorce. I dreaded the constant meetings with attorneys. I was embarrassed my husband had cheated on me. Divorce is so personal and I disliked sharing my personal and the sexual side of my life with strangers.
Balancing a stressful job as an ER nurse, going through divorce and the emotional stress of looking for a new job in a different city was challenging. I was glad I had friends to talk to and sometimes friends to just hold my hand or give me a hug as I cried. I wanted to get away from my husband and the town where he lived. I was emotionally and physically drained.
I was mentally exhausted even when I wasn't at work or meeting with attorneys. I often sat in my room and read novels or watched stupid shows on television to pass time. Occasionally I would watch a movie with my friend and her husband and I finally started going to the gym after work.
The first time I heard my friend and her husband having sex I was surprised. I wasn't surprised that they were having sex, I was surprised at how it impacted me. I covered my head with a pillow but I was instantly horny. I got wet. My mind flashed back to walking in on my husband screwing our neighbors college-aged daughter Mary. I started rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy to the sounds of my friend and her husband fucking while envisioning my husband fucking our young neighbor. I bit my lip as my body spasmed. I had an intense orgasm and then I started crying. My emotions were on edge and I was scared and lonely. I felt alone for the first time in my life.
A few nights later I was laying in bed after a long day at work and a hard workout at the gym. I was just about to fall a sleep when I heard them fucking again. I slid off my panties and imagined my friends husband fucking me as I fingered my clit. I had seen him checking me out and he had made some comments about how sexy I was. I thought he was cute and I had seen the bulge in his crotch a few times while we were in their pool. My father-in-law called to check on me about the time the sounds of them fucking had slowed and my middle finger was knuckle deep in my wet pussy.
My heart leapt from my chest. I quickly answered my phone to stop the ringing noise. I admit that I was a little embarrassed as I laid naked in bed talking to my father-in-law after masturbating. It was strange, the sound of his deep vibrating voice mixed with the moans from the next room turned me on. I had never though of him as sexual before but after I hung up the phone my finger made quick work of an orgasm. A few nights later I had a very satisfying orgasm again but that time it wasn't my father-in-law I was thinking about, it was my father.
Like most girls, the first naked man I saw was my father. It was always accidental on his part but I cant say the same about me. As a teen I had a strange sexual attraction to my father and as I got older I saw why my mom was attracted to him. My dad was handsome and very sweet. My dad also had a very manly hairy body with a very nice penis. I constantly thought of him sexually as a teen and after I was married I thought of him a few times as my husband was fucking me.
I worked hard to push the thoughts of sex aside but they began to appear in my head more often. It was increasingly difficult now that I was living with a couple that seemed to have sax more often than any couple I knew.
After a few months I felt like my friends husband was getting more and more friendly with me but I knew I was craving attention. I knew I was reading too much into his being overly nice but I recall thinking that there were times he seemed like he was almost propositioning me. I knew would have a difficult time saying no to him if he walked into my room asking for sex even if I knew it was wrong. I even fantasized about him walking in and taking me in return for letting me live in his house.
I went to visit my parents a few times and my head seemed out-of-sorts. As soon as I saw my dad I had strange sexual thoughts. I started visiting my parents more frequently as I started interviewing for a job that would get me away from my husband. I was sleeping in my old bed from HS and sleeping in that bed brought out even more sexual fantasies. The erotic dreams about my father taking me sexually became more common. My thoughts about him taking me sexually had made me feel guilty around him but excited. I wondered if he had any idea how I felt or that he could have fucked me any time he wanted to. It must have been obvious I was distracted because my parents kept asking if I was ok. I blamed my mood on the divorce and stress.
I was offered the job as head nurse in the hospital in my parents hometown. I was excited and I celebrated that night with my parents. I can still recall the shock of emotion that flooded my body when my dad gave me a giant hug to celebrate. My body shook and my nipples hardened. I held him tight and I swear I felt his cock start to swell before he pried my arms from around his neck and he motioned for me to hug my mom. As I hugged my mom I glanced at my dads crotch and I was certain he had an erection. My crotch tingled. That night I quickly orgasmed thinking about my father as I laid in my old bed and fingered my pussy. After I had orgasmed and pulled my panties up, I tried to push the sexual thoughts of my dad out of my head. I knew it would never and should never happen.
I returned to my friends place to pack and spend the final few weeks at my old job. I was glad I would not be living in the same town where my husband lived but I would miss seeing my friends as much as I had. I was ready to move on in life and to the next chapter. It was like starting over.
Even through the divorce, I remained close to my in-laws. I went to dinner at with them and told them the great news about my new job. My mother-in-law seemed a lot happier than her husband and we celebrated by opening some wine. We agreed to always remain close and they made me promise not to hold what their son had done to me against them. After one bottle we opened a second and we were all a little tipsy. My mother-in-law and I did the dishes and she insisted I stay at their place since it was late and we were all too inebriated to drive.
My mother-in-law made the guest bed and I found an old t-shirt to sleep in. I passed out but I woke up in the middle of the night. I thought I heard something and I sat up in bed. I almost screamed when I saw my father-in-law in my room by the door. He apologized and quickly left.
The next morning I woke up and went to the bathroom wearing just the t-shirt and my panties. The bathroom was down the hall and as I left the guest room I ran into my father-in-law in the hall. He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt and his hair was a mess. I paused as he looked perplexed. My mind flashed back to the previous night and my heart skipped a beat. He stopped me and said he wanted to apologize for coming in my room and hoped I would keep it between us. I asked if he was ok and he stuttered before saying he was fine. I felt a heat flash as I looked down and saw he was getting an erection. I blushed and quickly ducked into the bathroom.
I stood at the sink and I saw that the thin t-shirt I was wearing did little to hide my hard nipples and dark aureolas. While he was not a hunk, my father-in-law was a handsome man in his late 50's. I stripped and jumped in the shower. As I washed I thought about what I had seen and I quickly gathered that my father-in-law was considerably better endowed than his son. I tried to clear my head but my lack of sex and desire to be intimate was overpowering my thoughts. I knew that I would be playing with myself that night and I hoped my friend and her husband would be active to give me greater inspiration.
I wrapped in a towel and headed out into the hall. As I past my in-laws bed room I noticed my father-in-law sitting on the foot of his bed. I paused and started to ask if he was ok but I did a double take. I gasped rather loud when I saw that my father-in-law was jerking off. It was surreal to see him stroking his large manhood.
My father-in-law turned his head and we made eye contact. He jumped up and his boxers fell to his ankles. I gasped as I saw his really large pecker standing up proudly. He tried to cover himself up. I dashed to the guest room and closed the door. My heart was racing and I was shaking. I sat on the bed and tried to get the thought of what I had just seen out of my head. Like-father-like-son definitely did not apply in this case. My husband and only lover until then had a short and small penis. I had nothing to compare it to but it worked and early in our marriage I think we had sex almost daily.
I sat on the bed thinking about what I had just seen. I took a few deep breaths and was just about to stand when there was a knock at the door. After a pause my father-in-law asked if he could speak to me before I left. I started shaking.
I answered. "We can talk now if you want."
I opened the door and watched his eyes survey my towel-wrapped full figured body. I partially moved behind the door and tried not to look down at his crotch but my eyes were drawn to the lump in his boxers. There was a distinctive bulge and I saw the outline of his shaft and the distinct ridge of his bloated head as it pushed against the thin cotton material. I felt my heart flutter as he started apologizing. I saw a tear in his eye.
Honestly my head was spinning and all I heard was "waaa, waaa, waaa." He was trying to apologize for his actions and for getting sexually excited. I saw his eyes look down at my ample cleavage being smashed by the towel that was wrapped around me. I saw his cock jump and swell even larger in his boxers. He started to leave and I reached for his hand. My voice cracked as I asked where his wife was and he paused. He looked into my eyes before letting his gaze drop to my cleavage. He reminded me that she volunteered at the hospital on Thursday mornings. I blushed, I should have know that. Every Thursday I meet my mother-in-law for coffee in the cafeteria after her volunteer shift and before my afternoon shift.
