This is a true account of something that started over ten years ago. I was 35 and my mother-in-law was 60 when it all started. Yes, she's nearly 71 now and I'm 45. I've decided to start writing about our experiences with each other simply because it turns me on looking back and remembering what we've done. I didn't think I'd remember as much as I have but as I was writing things just came flooding back. It's almost like re-living it again.
Let me know what you think so far. I know there isn't much sex in this instalment but I just wanted to start things properly and let people know how it all got started. Rest assured that I'll be posting more instalments as I write them down.
Here's the first instalment.
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The beginning
It all started with something I said at a family party when I was very drunk. I wasn't even sure whether I'd said it or if I'd imagined saying it. Anyway, it became very apparent that I had said something on that night but I had to make sure exactly what it was.
I was sitting on the beach with my mother-in-law, Sarah. My wife, Jane, was paddling in the water with our son. I was reading a book and Sarah was reading a magazine. Suddenly she just came out with, "Did you mean what you said the other night?"
Very quickly I knew what she was talking about. It had been on my mind since the day after the family party but I really wasn't sure whether I'd said anything until that moment.
"Remind me what I said." I replied, not even looking up from my book. She didn't say anything for a few seconds.
"What you said at the party, you know!" she said quietly.
I looked at her. She was 60 years old, which was what the party had been for. She basically looked like an older version of my wife, a bit plumper (ok quite a lot plumper), greying hair and some wrinkles.
"Look, if you want me to answer you, you'll have to tell me exactly what I said because I don't know whether you understood the implications. You were slightly drunk."
She looked down to the sea at my wife and son. They were quite a distance from us, so there was no way they could hear us. Even though, she spoke quietly and out the side of her mouth, "You said that if I ever felt sexually frustrated now that Joe wasn't around I should let you know and you'd come and "service" me."
Fuck me! I didn't dream it. I had actually said it to her. Now I had to decide whether I could go through with it. My marriage was fine, no problems at all. I just had this thought in my head of screwing my wife's mother. My mother-in-law! Someone 25 years older than me!
This would probably be my only chance to start this affair and I wanted to make sure it was on my terms. "Yeah I meant it. But I don't think you could handle it though. I'm surprised you've even mentioned it."
"I've been thinking of nothing else ever since the party. I'm sure I'm ready to try, but only if there is absolutely no way of Jane finding out." She replied actually sounding desperate.
I'd got her. All I needed to do was arrange a time we could meet and do the terrible deed. "OK, if you're so sure, what about tomorrow?"
There was a pause. She was obviously trying to work out how we could get some time together alone. "OK, but what about Jane and Thomas?"
My mind was racing and I'd quickly thought of an idea. "When we leave here say that you've got a problem with one of your taps at home. It's too late to go and check it now so I can offer to come over tomorrow. Jane is taking Thomas to a party in the morning and they won't be back until about 5pm."
Sarah took all this in while watching her daughter and grandchild paddling in the sea about a hundred yards away from us. "OK." she said and went back to reading her magazine. I went back to looking at my book but I couldn't actually read anything, my head was spinning with excitement and fear. I'm sure Sarah felt the same.
So, the rest of the day went slowly. We were both so natural towards each other that for brief moments I actually forgot what we'd planned. Eventually it was time to leave. It'd take us about an hour to drive home, dropping off Sarah on the way. I actually thought she'd changed her mind because she didn't mention the broken tap until we stopped at her house. Then she said, "Oh, I meant to ask you earlier Jack, do you think you could look at a leaking tap that I've got? Any time there's no urgency."
I looked at my wife and asked her when she'd be going out the next day and she said about 10:30am. "Well Jane could drop me off here tomorrow at about 10:45 if you're not doing anything. There's footy on the box in the afternoon, so if I fix your tap early enough I could watch it at your house, if that's OK with you?"
"That'll be great. I was going to spend the day in the garden anyway, so I'll be glad of the company." Sarah said opening the car door.
So there we had it. The first meeting arranged and my wife was going to be dropping me at her mother's door with out realising I was going to fuck her silly. And she thought I was doing a really nice thing for her mother, which meant brownie points for me, which might result in more sex when I got home!
That evening I told my wife I had to call her mother to see if there were any tools at her house. My wife was putting Thomas to bed, so she wouldn't hear what was really said.