My Wedding Day, how do I remember it? Naturally with a great deal of fondness and delight. My bride, Sarah, looked utterly DIVINE, dressed in white, an absolutely STUNNING wedding dress that matched HER natural beauty perfectly. I was SO happy and also SO proud as I stood beside her whilst the Vicar pronounced us as ‘Man and Wife,’ a moment I shall treasure for EVER! Everything about that day seemed perfect, the weather couldn’t possibly have been better for us, and ALL of the arrangements went smoothly and without any hitch at all.
Said arrangements having largely been planned and actioned by one person in particular. Dawn, Sarah’s mother, and now legally MY mother-in-law. For this was a woman of great character and stamina, I as rightly say, most of the credit for Sarah’s and my wedding day being such as success was down to her.
It was crystal clear just by one look at Dawn just where Sarah’s own stunning good looks and sexual attraction came from. Both ladies were utterly beautiful, both oozed sex appeal in spades, with the social confidence that resulted such beauty clearly evident. But, as I was to discover, there were differences in their character too, one in particular that was to become quite a major issue.
Not that there was any indication of any trouble ahead, having organised the day in such a competent manner, Dawn was perfectly happy to ‘take a step back’ as it were, and allow Sarah to bask in ALL of the limelight of the day. Including during the evenings ‘dancing,’ and indeed our own ‘wedding night.’ Dawn made NO attempt to interfere, and as I carried Sarah over the threshold of the ‘bridal suite,’ she had dis-appeared from my mind completely. And, as I’m sure WILL be NO surprise to any of you, Dawn stayed right out there during Sarah’s and my intensive ‘love making’ on our own wedding night!
And, after the ‘honeymoon’ had finished, as life returned to ‘normal,’ a few things about Dawn need to be pointed out. She wasn’t cruel or domineering, she didn’t even attempt to interfere in Sarah’s and my life together. Unlike a number of mothers-in-law, she fully approved of her daughter’s choice of partner, yes Dawn and I got on very well. She was pleasant, gentle and I NEVER objected to her presence. But I could sense, SOMETHING wasn’t quite right.
Dawn’s husband, Sarah’s father of course, was a successful businessman, running his own company. Sarah herself was his main business partner, a role that she was perfectly suited to and clearly excellent at fulfilling. With myself also employed in a good job, money was NEVER an issue, Sarah and I comfortably affording the large deposit and mortgage repayments of our first house together, with ease.
But in this situation, there was ONE aspect of life where it was a case of ‘like father like daughter’ as Sarah did follow after her father regarding ONE of life’s adventures, SEX. Now don’t get me wrong here, it wasn’t as if Sarah and I NEVER indulged in the pleasure, just that EVERY action had to be initiated by, and driven by ME. Sure, Sarah responded to my advances, and with vigour enough to make our couplings VERY enjoyable and fulfilling, but every now and then I began to wish for my wife to ‘make the first move.’ But Sarah NEVER did.
And not only that, but it was me who had to ‘set the agenda’ for our sex-life, healthy if in just sheer magnitude though it was. And this was beginning to grate upon me, I must be honest.
As for Dawn, well her own ‘love-life’ with Henry had almost petered out. With sex never really high on his agenda, the demands of his business had drained him of ANY ambitions of making love to his stunning wife. As her frustrations began to mount, to become almost unbearable for her, she started to cast her ‘roving’ eye around, looking for a possible alternative resource to satisfy her needs. An eye that settled upon ME!
It was almost as if Dawn could sense my own frustrations, NOT that we EVER discussed them openly of course. And, if Sarah was not one to ‘take the lead’ in bed then Dawn most certainly was. VERY much so. Like she correctly deduced then, what she WAS prepared to offer me was JUST what I wanted. Not that she acted upon this instinct straight away, no, Dawn was intelligent enough to completely realise just what she was risking here, this was her own DAUGHTER she planned to betray. But I began to notice subtle changes when we did meet, her dressing up was FAR more sexy, shorter skirts, lovely tops that revealed FAR more cleavage than before, and now her legs were ALWAYS covered in sheer nylon. Which I KNEW were NOT in the form of tights and believe me Dawn ‘treated’ me to more than enough ‘glances’ to leave me in NO doubt as to THAT fact. Yes, Sarah wore stockings, but once again only if I’d asked her to.
With Dawn’s ‘teasing’ being in such a mild form, it was relatively easy for me to resist her advances, but that ALL changed on one particular weekend. The first time during our short-married life when Sarah and I would be apart. For Henry needed to meet an important client on this weekend in question, needing to travel in order to do so. And naturally he took his main ‘employee’ with him. Leaving me alone for the entire weekend. And more to the point, Dawn.
As soon as the ’phone rang early on that Saturday morning I KNEW it was her. And now that I had to face my ‘Rubicon.’ For although Dawn asked me to come over to her house to fix her washing machine, I was FULLY aware that this was purely a ruse, a means to an end. Which, of course, was to get me into her bed! But I also knew that I’d get the sexual excitement that I craved from her. So, I said YES! I crossed THE line.
Her washing machine ‘issue’ proved to be nothing more than Dawn herself switching off the water supply, completely confirming the fact that it HAD been a ruse. For, having switched the tap back ‘on’ again, as I backed out away from machine, I felt two cold, steel rings close in around my wrists, which Dawn had pulled behind my back. I’d just been captured by my sexy mother-in-law!