I am Lisa, 28 years old and happily married to my husband James. We were good friends during high school which gradually bloomed into love. My father-in-law Philip is 47 year old gym instructor. Even now he is in good shape. Unlike other people of his age he doesn’t have budging stomach or hairy arms.
James was a baby when he lost his father. Stephanie, his mother, remarried Philip her gym instructor. Philip took care of James as his own son. James admires his step-father and shares a good rapport with him.
One day, James and I were sharing a night of after-sex cuddling when James said, “would you mind if Philip came to stay here for few days. Stephanie is coming home to get her things and don’t want him to face that cheating bitch.”
Few weeks back I came to know from my husband that Philip caught his wife Stephanie cheating on him with her neighbour. Philip immediately filed for divorce and threw his cheating wife out of his house with James’s help.
“I understand. Philip is welcomed to stay here as long as he wants. It will be fun to have someone else in our house. Maybe we can go for a trip with him to make him forget all these problems.” I suggest.
“Yes, that’s a good idea.” James smiled.
Next day morning he invited his father to stay at our house for two weeks who gladly accepted it. James informed me that Philip would be coming by afternoon after his class at gym so I started to get on cleaning the house. Soon it was afternoon and I was in the kitchen making Philip’s favourite spaghetti when I heard the buzzer. Removing my apron I immediately opened the door. Philip stood there with all his glory and a bag in his hand.
“Hi honey, I hope I am not intruding.” Philip said with a sheepish smile.
I rolled my eyes playfully and went on my tiptoes to hug him, “Philip, it’s so good to see you.”
His hug was very strong. He hauled me bodily into his arms. Suddenly I realised two things. First thing was that I usually don’t wear my bra at my house hence my boobs had plastered to his hard chest erotically and second thing was that it felt good. Really really good. He smelled very manly. I savoured this feeling for few more seconds.
“I am sorry. I came directly from gym so I am sweaty.” He said with a boyish smile.
“Then you go and have a bath, while I arrange the lunch.” I ushered him in and settled him in the guest room adjacent to our bedroom. Giving him towel and bath supplies I went down to get the lunch ready.
The hug was so hot that I nearly exploded. I could feel my nipples proudly jutting out of my white t-shirt and my thong drenching. I was very horny. The one thing that kept our sex life alive was my horniness. I can get horny at anytime and anywhere.