Boyfriend’s Dad (MXF) pt1
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Gretchen’s POV - MXF
I have always liked my boyfriend’s father. I know it’s weird and very straight and sometimes I hate myself for it but I liked him before. At the amazing age of 32, my boyfriend Tom. Even though he’s experienced and he’s amazing. We’ve been on walks together, we ran our first mile together, we go cycling together I didn’t have my eye on Tom. I had it for his dad, Mr Harold.
A 52 old man with amazing smell. My therapists told me that my liking for older man isn’t part of my trauma. I don’t know. It’s by the way he looks at me. He looks at me as though, he really wants to lick me out or finger fuck me. Whilst Tom, my boyfriend makes me feel like I’m his world.
I’ve been in a 4 year relationship with Tom and I know him. He’s the type of person who will marry you. I can feel the day fast approaching but I don’t want it. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the thought of marrying my boyfriend when I haven’t tried his dad. I know it’s harsh but it’s part of my thoughts. It’s the deep dark disgusting part of my body that wants him more than ever.
He’s in shape, he plays golf and every time we are out with Tom and me, he’s always buying me stuff. I know he loves his son so much that he wouldn’t dare to sleep with me.
He wouldn’t touch his daughter in law...well to be. He’s a man who plays golf, he’s got good credit, why would he want to deal with a 30 year old who is near to marriage and sealing the deal.
Well that’s what I thought a few years, hours before I got a call from Mr Harald. He was on the urge on it sounded like he was on tears. I travelled as quickly as I could and I didn’t tell Tom, where I was going (his instructions) not mine.
Even though Mr Harald called me. He didn’t answer the door and in a panic and I was told by Mr Harald not to make a sound I didn’t take the car. Instead I ran for my dear life.
My calf’s are burning and a few minutes ago, I found it hard to breathe. But I’ve been standing for 10 minutes
