Recently I took some time away from work to further my education; little did I know what directions this would take.
While I was still working, my mother-in-law Robyn would visit my wife and our two young kids on her day off. When my wife and I swapped roles Robyn asked if it would be alright if she still came to visit. Robyn and I had always gotten along well, and often teased each other with some harmless flirting, so I let her know she would be more than welcome to visit.
The first couple of visits went uneventfully, we continued with the flirting, but nothing more. On the third visit Robyn turned up at the usual time and let herself in. I was sitting in our lounge room playing with the girls and looked up to acknowledge Robyn as she came to the door. It was everything I could do to stop my jaw from dropping there and then. At 52 Robyn is still a very beautiful woman, and has a figure that women much younger would envy. On this particular day Robyn was wearing a figure hugging charcoal sweater that accentuated her DD breasts. Under the sweater Robyn wore black stirrup pants that showed off her shapely legs, and my mind wandered to imagining what it would be like to have those gorgeous thighs wrapped around me. I took all this in with only a glance, but when I looked into her eyes, I could tell she knew what I had been thinking. Embarrassed that I had been caught in the act I looked away, but it was obvious that she wasn't displeased with the response I had given. Robyn walked into the room, we exchanged pleasantries, and she sat on the couch across from me and beckoned for the kids to come and play, but she continued to glaze playfully at me.
I was put a little off balance by Robyn strange actions this day, but other than the usual playful banter, nothing of note happened for the next few hours. As our girls are only young, they have a sleep in the early afternoon. I had returned from putting one of the girls to bed, and Robyn came back into room with a glint in her eyes, a barely discernable glint, but a glint never the less.
"Alone at last!" Robyn sighed
"Yes, I don't get much of that these days." I replied
"The girls must play havoc with Anne and your love life?" I was little startled by the forthrightness of Robyn's question, but I figured that a direct question allowed for a direct response. "The girls don't affect things as much as the fact that Anne is finding work to be tyring."
"So how are you holding up?" Robyn countered, the glint quite obvious now.
"Oh, I manage." I answer, "Haven't you heard that the Internet is man's new best friend?" matching her playfulness.
"Andy!" she started with mock offence.
"Well you did ask." I looked her square in the eyes, and Robyn returned the look with a wickedness I dared not imagine was for me.
"Have you ever thought of me when you've been 'managing' yourself?" Robyn asked without breaking eye contact.