If he's my daughter's ex, that means he's not off limits ... right?
I was a fairly young mom, and my ex-son-in-law was fifteen years old older than my daughter, so he and I were closer in age than them. She left him for another, and nothing other than some flirting ever happened between us when they were together.
I always thought he was attractive and in great shape. From day one, something was there. But I was married to an older man, and sex was few and far between, so yes, the thoughts were there. When alone we would talk and borderline flirt.
On occasion I would "accidentally" walk into a room still buttoning my blouse, bend over at just the right time, and would catch him looking and give a smile. It's all I had. Once, he needed to give me a ride somewhere and he showed up with a huge hard-on in tight jeans — very obvious, very intentional.
My daughter left him, but we stayed close, as grandchildren were involved and we lived close-by. My husband and I hadn't had sex for many years, and all he wanted was companionship. But I needed more. As neighbors, my ex-son-in-law stopped by to say hi or borrow tools. We would talked, since he was really my only confidant.
He once commented how good I looked and what a lucky guy my husband was. I laughed and explained his lack of interest. His answer was "What a fool he is" and that "If I had you, I would start and end each day on top of you." That was definitely the most obvious of all our flirtations... at least up until that point, where our flirting turned into one crazy sex story that my family would hopefully never find out about.
When discussing the subject, he said I needed a "friend with benefits" and that many guys would volunteer for the job. I agreed, and he confessed to me that he had an older woman fantasy. As he got off the couch, I saw in his shorts and that same hard-on from that day years ago. I was about to explode.
I felt he was about to give up, as he was doing all the work and I wasn't doing my share. I was scared. We both wanted it and trusted each other completely, but I just didn't know. He basically let me know where and when to be. I sought advice online, and although many responses were nasty, some actually understood and were in similar binds. They offered great advice, and I took it.
I still couldn't go to him. Instead, I called and asked if he could stop by to remove a limb from my roof, which was actually a twig I tossed there. He said he could come at a time that afternoon, when he knew my husband was at work. I "forgot" he was coming and was only in my robe when he showed. He took all of two minutes and removed the limb.
When he came in, I said, "Thanks for coming and doing that for me. Otherwise, I may have had to wait for a slight breeze to do so." He said he was glad I didn't wait, because he had waited long enough to do this. He leaned into me and kissed me softly as he slid his hand beneath my robe and across my chest. I felt a wave of panic and my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. I was frozen.
He stepped back a bit and removed my robe. He grabbed me by the hand and led me to the couch, where he sat down and undid his pants. I went to my knees and removed his penis from his pants. It was beautiful — exactly how I imagined. I gently kissed and licked it, and then took it in.
He sunk into the seat and told me he always knew I'd be great at this. He told me he dreamed of orgasming in my mouth, but that that would have to wait for another day, as he had other plans for me.
He got up and laid me on the couch and removed his shirt. He then assumed my prior position and began licking me. I've never felt anything that good, and honestly thought he was going to make me come with his mouth. He got up and slid me up a bit, my back resting against the arm of the couch.
He climbed up and slid his cock between my breasts. He then climbed higher and stuck it completely in my mouth, slowly in and out. I fought the urge to choke as I didn't want to let him down in any way.
He then lowered himself and again kissed me softly. He began rubbing the head of his cock on my clit, teasing me. I was dying! Then, very slowly he went in — all the way in. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Finally." He f*cked me better than I had ever been in my entire life.
I came for the first time in so long, and it was amazing. He continued f*cking me but I was surprised he hadn't come. I briefly thought maybe I wasn't doing it for him. Then he gave me a really good, long kiss and slid out of me.
He turned me over and slid me up and over the arm of the couch. He said, "Look at that ass!" and then began kissing it. He kissed me right on the anus and asked if I had ever been f*cked in that ass before? I said no, that I didn't do that. He laughed and said, "You do today, honey!"
I was nervous, but I wasn't about to stop him. Thankfully, he brought lube. He put some on my butt, some on his penis, and I then felt the head of his cock press against my rectum. He was slow and gentle, but it still hurt, even with the lube.
He grabbed me by the hair and turned my head slightly toward him. He kissed me and asked how his cock felt in my ass. I told him it felt great, that I loved it. He said he loved hearing that, and then he exploded in me. He finally pulled out and turned me over.
We rested a bit and talked. I asked if he thought I was a whore. He said, "Why? Just because you're a married woman who just had her ex-son-in-law's cock in her ass?" We both laughed.
That afternoon was the best sex of my life. I have no regrets. We've repeated this a couple of times now and it just gets better. I know it will end soon, but my husband and I actually get along better now as a result. I was getting bitter, so all we did was argue. Now, he has his companion.
I start most weeks getting f*cked by a hot younger guy, and we get along great. Is this not a win, win?