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Grace had been living with me for a week and we had got ourselves into a routine and as it was eleven in the morning we were sat in the conservatory looking out onto one of my favourites places in the world, my garden. It was the feature that clinched the purchase of the house when we got married and both my wife and I loved to spend time outside.

Grace was sat opposite me and she looked pensive. I asked her if she was okay and she told me that following her visit to the solicitor the previous day she felt relieved, but also sad.

“It’s not a nice experience Grace. And I know that he cheated on you, but I also know how much you put into your marriage, and you still love him, somewhere inside you, you still have feelings for him.” I said.

She nodded. “I do. Did you know that he didn’t love me?”

I’d promised never to lie to her, I nodded and told her that he’d confessed to me a couple of days ago. She didn’t appear to be upset that I knew.

“I wish he’d said. All this time I thought that it was me! I thought that I was the one making a mess of my marriage.”

I could see the tears gather in her eyes. I got up and joined her on the sofa and scooped her in my arms.

“Now come on, none of that. None of this is your fault. I love my son, but in this instance, he is wrong. He’s the one who screwed up, and he knows it.” I held her as she began to weep.

“You did nothing wrong,” I added.

She sniffed. “If we’d had kids it might have been different.” She sighed.

I rocked her gently in my arms.

“Kids don’t save marriages, honey. People just fall out of love sometimes. It’s nobody’s fault.”

She pressed her face into my neck. “What’s wrong with me Bob?” She sobbed.

I stroked her hair as she cried and I held her. There was nothing that I could say that she would believe so I held her until she stopped crying. When she had, she pulled herself together, wiped her face and sat up.

“Okay. I’m done crying.” She said and looked at me.

“I’m making lunch!” She announced and stood.

Grace had been living with me for a month and I had enjoyed having her with me immensely. It had been so good to feel the house come back to life, having a woman around the place really did make the who place feel, and smell differently. And she had been a wonderful companion. We had always got along well in the past, but since she had moved in we seemed to be even closer. We’d laughed together, cried together, well she had, I’d held her, and we’d talked. I loved everything about her and she had once again improved my life by simply being there.

Her divorce from my son was progressing under these new rules, it would no longer take years to end their marriage, and my son had finally seen sense and was playing ball. I knew that he wouldn’t stand in her way and she wasn’t out to take him for everything that he had. She’d been surprisingly reasonable, bearing in mind what he’d done, and the fact that he’d been unhappy for years had seemed to make things a little easier for her to accept, though I knew that hat he did still hurt her, and there were times when I had to console her, but they were becoming less and less frequent.

We were sat on the sofa. We had eaten and had just finished watching a movie after polishing off a bottle of wine, and a couple of beers. She leaned her head against mine and sighed.

“I should be thinking about getting my place, Bob.” She sighed.

“Why?” I asked. “Aren’t you happy here?”

She shook her head.

“It’s not that. I love it here. I just think that I can’t stay here forever.” She whispered.

‘Yes, you can.’ I thought as I stroked my fingers through her hair.

“You can stay here as long as you want Grace. I love having you here.” I said.

She nuzzled her face into my neck and moaned softly. “Thanks, Bob.”

I felt her lips press into my neck as she kissed my flesh softly. I sighed.

“I couldn’t have managed without your help Bob. I will always be grateful to you.” She said.

I reminded her of the help she gave me when my wife died and said that what I had done was nothing compared to that. She lifted her face.

“Can you put some music on?” She asked.

I grabbed the remote and selected one of the music channels on the TV, the video of Ed Sheeran’s, ‘Thinking out loud,’ appeared on the screen. She patted her hand on my chest and lifted her head. “Dad, I love this song, come on dance with me.”

I rolled my eyes, she’d used the ‘Dad’ word again, I was a sucker for her when she did that. I reluctantly got to my feet, she followed and held me close her hands around my neck, I held her, my hands around her hips as we slowly danced.

Her head was on my chest as she held onto me, I could hear her singing softly, I could feel our bodies pressed together, it seemed that she was pressing into me, or maybe I imagined it or wished it even. I heard her sniff, I looked down and lifted her face.

“Are you okay Grace?”

She nodded, but I could see that her eyes were wet, I pulled her to me and hugged her, I felt for her. As the song ended, I realised that I had an erection, and she must have been able to feel it, we danced close. The song finished.

I looked down at her, expecting her to move back to the sofa, she lifted her head and I looked into her eyes, then suddenly, she kissed me. I was stunned for a few seconds, as her tongue pushed into my mouth, but, instead of pulling away, I played with her tongue in my mouth and pulled her hard against me. I eventually broke the kiss, both of us panting.

“No Grace stop, this is wrong, you’re just emotional.”

She looked hurt as if I’d just rejected her, I put my hands on her face and cradled it, “Grace, you’re still my son’s wife.”

She hung her head and pouted like a little schoolgirl, I lifted her face, “don’t act like that, you know we can’t.” I whispered.

She looked me in the eyes, “Tell me that you don’t want to Bob, tell me!”

I sighed. “Grace, I don’t...”

She stopped me, “you’re lying! Look!” she pressed her hand into my crotch onto my bulge, “that says you do want to!”

I was floundering now, all reason had gone out of the window, she was right, I was hard for her, hard for my daughter-in-law.

“But Grace,” I protested, but she had clamped her lips on mine once again, and I had no resistance left, I gave in to her completely, I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. I felt her melt in my arms, our lips pressed hard together, or tongues dancing and playing in her mouth as I held her limp body against mine.

She gasped for air. “Oh Bob, I’ve waited so long.”

I kissed her again, my bulge pressing into her. I gave it one last go, “Grace, are you sure?”

We made our way to the sofa and fell onto it, I lay over her, my hands exploring over her blouse, my fingers finding her erect nipples and teasing them, she moaned, sounding so delicious. As we made out, I was determined that this wouldn’t be a frantic fuck, I would take my time, and make it last, I wanted to remember this for the rest of my life.

I moaned, “Oh god Grace, I’ve wanted you since Tom first brought you home.”

She gasped “Oh yes Bob, you don’t know how many times I’ve wished it was you inside me instead of Tom.”

She was driving me crazy. My hands tugged at her top and released it from her skirt, I slid my hand under her top and caresses her nipples over her bra as I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, she writhed beneath me, her hands grabbing my ass and pulling me against her. I felt her fingers trying to open my pants, she was struggling, I knelt up and undid the buttons, at the same time she pulled her top over her head and threw it on the floor, and as I slid my pants down, she pulled her skirt down and kicked it off. I stared down at my daughter-in-law, laid before me in her bra and knickers, and it was a dream, I lay on her and we kissed, I caressed my fingers across her soft skin as I ground my hard cock against her belly.

I felt her hands grab at my cock over my boxers, and I smiled at her, “impatient?”

She scowled at me, “stay still!” Finally, her fingers found it and stroked it over my boxers. I reached behind and unclipped her bra and pulled it off and gazed at the beauty that was her breasts. I lay beside her, my lips gently kiss and suck on her nipples, caressing, kissing, nibbling them, gently tugging them as my fingers slide down and run her pussy gently over her panties. I feel her hard clit and press gently on it, rubbing it and rolling it around, she moans in pleasure, her back arched, her lips parted, and her eyes closed. Her breathing quickened, I slide down her body and kneel at her feet, I reach up and take her panties and slide them slowly down her legs, revealing her perfectly bald, puffy, pussy, her clit standing proud, her lips engorged. Sliding slowly up her legs I planted soft gentle kisses on her skin and her inner thighs, slowly I got closer to her pussy, then I pushed her legs wider and my lips contacted her pussy. She gasped and moaned, her hands grabbed my hair pulling my mouth onto her, my tongue licked along her slit then into her pussy, my lips nibbled and rolled her clit in my mouth. She moaned, and soft whimpers came from her, I could feel her hips begin to move against my mouth, small jerks, pushing against me, trembling. She kept her hands on my head, as I licked and sucked on her pussy and clit, then she started to move against me, panting moaning, grunting, crying out.

“Oh, Oh, Ohmmm AhAhhmmmm!”

I could taste her juices, I felt her pussy contractions, as her orgasm approached, when it did, she cried out so loud, then her whole body shook, her legs clamped around my head. She rocked from side-side as her orgasm ripped through her body as her fingers dug into my back, she broke the skin. I lay there slowly lapping up her juices as her spasms slowed and she softly moaned and purred, and I felt her pressure on my head lessen. I slowly climbed up her body until I stared into her eyes, there was a glaze to them, they looked content, none of the stress I’d seen in the past couple of days.

“Oh, wow Bob, that was amazing. Tom never?”

I put a finger to her lips, “Tom’s not here, I am, shhh,” and I kissed her again and reached down and guided my hard cock between her wet lips, searching for her entrance.

She gasped as she felt it lodge at her opening, she fixed her eyes on mine and we stared at each other as I pushed and the head of my cock, slide past her lips and into her wet pussy. As soon as I entered her, I felt her pussy walls grip my cock, she closed her eyes and moaned, and I pushed gently until I had all my engorged cock in her. We kissed, then I began to slowly move in and out of her, long, slow and deep, as she began to move against me, matching my movements as we began to make love. I felt her legs wrap around my butt and grip me, her arms around my neck, our tongues danced in her mouth, this didn’t feel like just sex, this was more than that, but at that moment all I could think about was the woman beneath me, and how long I have coveted her for, and now, finally, I had her.

My pace gradually increased, out moans, and groans got more frequent, and louder. We were both lost in our own and each other’s pleasure.

She began to whisper, “oh god Bob, yes, oh yes, harder!”

I responded pushing harder, and as deep as I could, hitting against her pubic bone, she groaned, “sorry,” I whispered.

She hugged me tight to her, “don’t stop!” she replied and thrust up to meet my exertions.

It was the best experience of my life and I didn’t want it to end, when suddenly I felt the walls of her pussy shudder, gripping my cock, almost milking it, she gripped me even tighter, if that was possible, she squealed into my neck to dull the noise, her thighs gripped hard, and as her body shook she came so hard, and so intense that I thought that she’d passed out when her body suddenly went limp under me for a few seconds. Then I heard a soft moan and she gasped in a lung-full of air and held me. Relieved I kept fucking her, but only for a few moments, I felt the familiar sensation of my cum rising, my actions turned to short jerks, and then one hard thrust and I shot my cum deep into her pussy, she moaned as she felt my warm cum coat her walls, I lay on her as my cock pumped into her, my cock twitched as spurts of cum shot out and into her. We lay there in silence for a few moments, the only sound was the sound of us breathing and panting as we recovered, then those of lips pressed together and kissing. I rolled off her and lay with her in my arms, gently stroking her body, wondering where we went from there. She lay her head on my chest, letting her fingers slowly trace small circles on my chest, I broke the silence.

“Grace, that was the most intense, and pleasurable experience of my life, thank you.”

She kissed my chest, “you didn’t do too bad yourself!” I couldn’t see it, but I felt her smile.

I squeezed her, “I don’t know how this will affect our relationship though.”

She lifted her head and looked at me, “oh, it will affect it, Bob, it’s changed it forever, you’re not just my father-in-law, you’re also my lover now.”

I was surprised, I’d assumed that it would be a one-off, a night of passion, “Grace, we can’t.”

It was her turn to put a finger to my lips, “we can, and we will, it’s taken a long time, but we have finally done it, all that sexual tension has been released, and I’m not letting you go, Bob. We will work it out, I promise.”

She lay her head back down. “I want to stay with you Bob, I need you,” she lifted her head and kissed my cheek, “and I need you,” I replied.

I smiled and hugged her, “You’re not going anywhere, Grace.”

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