This is a story, based on some fact, but primarily fiction, but the characters are all real.
My MiL is a gregarious, naughty lady who has attracted many friends and acquaintances, most of whom are equally as naughty, or whilst maintaining a facade of being upstanding members in the community, behind closed doors are equally as badly behaved.
The very first time I met my prospective parents in law they had two lady friends round for drinks, and both were flirting outrageously with me, and both were very touchy feely, which was a little uncomfortable in the circumstances, me being a young man in my twenties and passionately involved with my girlfriend. It was a taster for things to come, although it has been a long time since that day, and a lot of water has passed under the bridge since.
This story really begins just recently. I was on a train, heading to Scotland, on the sleeper. I’d decided not to take a cabin, rather sit at a table so I could finish a work project off for the impending deadline next week, and didn’t want it hanging over me the whole weekend.
Engrossed in my work I hadn’t noticed any of the other passengers in my carriage until a hand lightly touched my shoulder, and a voice I recognised said, “Hello stranger! What a lovely surprise!”
I sat up and looked round.
“Hey, Julie! How lovely to see you. What are you doing on this train?”
Now, Julie did not live anywhere on the way to Scotland, so it was a chance encounter but a lovely one at that, as she is very good company.
Julie is a very old mate of my MiL’s, probably now about 68 years old, always impeccably dressed, has excellent taste, a witty, but naughty sense of humour, stands about 5’7, is probably a size 12-14, and has great curves in all the right places – which I knew she worked hard to maintain. This evening she was looking gorgeous, well fitted suit, short but decent length skirt, stockings (I assumed), heels. Her hair shorter than normal, greying but still dusky blonde.
“You’re looking very well, very smart. What’s the journey about?”
“Can you keep a secret? I’m on the way to spend some time with my lover, who’s wife is away for a week, so mum’s the word?”
I laughed, offered her a seat and quizzed her about her man. She told me that she’d met him a couple of years ago on holiday. His wife was there too and clearly they weren’t getting along at that time. Julie told me nothing had happened on the holiday, but over the next few months she’d kept in touch with Don, as she felt there was a spark, and she was never one to close doors on her gut instincts. After six months of communicating, meetings, they’d become lovers.
Julie was animated in her story telling about how wonderful he was, but went on to explain that he could no longer maintain an erection, so she has to make do with his wonderful hands and tongue.
“wow.....enough detail!” I said. “Far too much information!. And we laughed together about the situation.
Julie then said “Look, it’s been a real treat seeing you, but I have a first class seat that’s calling me, so I can get some shut eye. I have the compartment to myself. If you finish off your work, why not come and join me?”
I promised I would, but it may be a while?
“Well, the offer is there, and we haven’t talked about you, and how long it’s been since we last saw each other. And about your MiL, and how she is after poor John died? And are you still happy with Mary”
With that, she left, smiling, heading off to her compartment.
Her last comment, and that smile left me wondering....she must have spoken to my MiL recently, as she must have known that things were not good for me at home.
I had never thought about Julie before in any other way than as a delightful, fun lady, friend of the family, crazy at times, but never in a sexual way. But now, for some reason, my mind began to whirl and with her scent lingering still, I could not refocus on my work. How bad was I? Nothing had happened but I had a sense that I might be opening Pandora’s box if I followed my instincts.
Julie was 8 years my senior, I’d met ladies before who were older. Often the most adventurous and experienced women I’d ever slept with. Was this to be an adventure or was it too close to home?
I packed up my laptop, and then made my way along the darkened train towards Julie’s compartment. I have to say I was excited, nervous, and perhaps feeling a little guilty – Julie could so easily spill the beans to my MiL, and the final nail would be hammered into the coffin of my married life.
But, I loved the thrill, the temptation, the danger.
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