1. Rain Man


    Date: 2/8/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Rain fell hard; I watched it as it bounced off the pavements, the roof tops and the cars. I love walking in the rain but it was particularly heavy even for me that evening. So there I was peering out of my one bedroom flat at the street below, drinking my second glass of wine. It was Friday evening, eightyish and my husband had gone away for the weekend on a stag do, which left me on my own and lonesome. I went to the loo and had a pee when the doorbell rang. I was not expecting anyone - well, I say that, but if it was anyone, it could only be my father in law. He came round frequently to have dinner with us. He was widowed three years ago. He had been my father in law for four years. I always wore whatever I wanted to around my home, even if Fred, my father in law, was coming around. I was never embarrassed in front of him. I always dressed informally and bare minimum, guests or no guests. So that evening as I was not expecting anyone, I had my night dress on, not a see through one but it was short. I did not bother with a bra but did have my thong on. I have a fantastic figure. With my ample bosoms, my very trim waist and my broad hips gave me looks from any man and turn a lot of heads when I walked down the street. My actual figures are thirty eight double D’s, twenty six inch waist and thirty six inch round the hips. I am tall at six foot four inches, my legs account for most of that. I work out at the local gym at least three times a week. I have abs to kill for, firm ...
    thighs and well defined calves. It was just my facial bone structure which kept me away from any big fashioning deals, that’s what they all told me, but I still managed to fashion lingerie for small magazines. Fred was forty five and a fairly good looking man. My husband got his looks from his dad, you could tell. Fred was a tall man, almost as tall as me. He was not slim but did look after himself. Not bald but was getting there. He always begrudged me marrying his ‘little boy’ Mitchel. He thought I was too old for him. Granted, I was closer to Fred's age, me being thirty six and Mitchel was twenty three. We met, fell in love and we wed. I still love him and always will. Even though what happened between my father in law and me, I will always want to be with Mitchel. I went to answer the door and yes, it was Fred. On opening the door he stepped through and gave me the customary kiss on the cheek and said, “Sorry I’m late, I was waiting for the rain to ease off.” He was soaked, absolutely drenched, he dripped on the floor. He took off his rain coat, handed it to me and he said, “Here, dear, take this please.” I took it straight through to the bathroom and hung it over the tub. He took other stuff off and hung it on a hook. I brought some old newspapers to put on the floor to soak up the water. He looked at me and said, “I hope I didn't interrupt you from anything!” He obviously saw the way I was dressed. He looked at me and asked, “Where’s Mitchel? I suppose he's in bed.” I got ...
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