Ex-Son-In-Law

This "mother-in-law fantasy" ex-mother-in-law actually is more of an ex-son-in-law story and differs from most you'll read in two ways. One, it's coming from the mother-in-law. Two, it's actually true. First, a quick background. I was a fairly young mom and my ex-son-in-law was a few years older than my daughter, so the age difference is only fifteen years; I am now fifty-eight and he is forty-three. 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 again, not going to happen. I had remarried an older man and sex was few and far between; so yes, the thoughts were there. When we were 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, etc. and would catch him look and smile. It's all I had. Once, he needed to give me a ride somewhere and he showed up obviously very excited. Anyway, recent times are what you're waiting for. She left him, but we stayed close as grandchildren are involved and we live close by. My husband and I have not had sex for many years; all he wants is companionship, but I need more. As neighbors, he stops by to say hi or borrow tools at times. We have talked; really, he is my only confidant. He once commented how good I looked and what a lucky guy my husband was and I laughed and explained his lack of interest. His answer was what a fool he is and that if he had me he would start and end each day making me happy. Definitely the most obvious of all our flirtations, at least to that point. More recently, when discussing the subject, he said I needed a friend with benefits and many guys would volunteer for the job. I said yeah, more old guys like my hubby and he said no and told me I was bound to be more than just his older women fantasy. As he got off the couch, I saw his excitement. I was about to explode. We both wanted it and trusted each other completely, but I was scared. I posted for advice to a different site and although many responses were nasty, some actually understood and were in similar binds. They offered some offered great advice. Finally, I took some. I still could not go to him; scared. What I did was call and asked if he could stop by to remove a limb from my roof. Actually, it was 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/twig. When he came in, I said, and this was actually my own line, "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. 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, grabbed me by the hand, and backed into my couch. We then enjoyed each other sexually for a long time. That afternoon was the best sex of my life; I have no regrets. We have repeated a couple times now and it just gets better. I know it will end soon but again, no regrets. My husband and I actually get along better now as a result. I was getting bitter and so all we did was argue. Now he has his companion and I start most weeks with a hot, younger guy. We get along great. My whole life I did for others. I'm finally doing for me!

— Marian, 58

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