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We were on our way to my father-in-law’s house on the water. Well, he wasn’t actually my father-in-law, he was actually Mark’s ex stepfather but he was the only father figure Mark had. Mark’s mother got pregnant young and his actual father was never in the picture. Mark had never met him. When Mark was 11 years old his mother married Paul.

Then, after seven years, Mark’s mother left Paul for a guy she worked with, whom she also left for another man, but that’s another story.

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Mark was devastated, I knew that he didn’t think of Paul as a father, more like a mentor, but they were close. Mark was still angry at his mom. We were on our way to spend the week with Paul and meet his new girlfriend.

On the way I thought about Paul and Mark I’d met Paul many times and I liked him. I knew he was very present in Mark’s life but I also knew that Mark’s mother didn’t let Paul make a lot of decisions when it came to Mark.

Paul was a big guy, 6″1″ and about 200lbs. Paul had salt and pepper hair and blue/qray eyes. He was a good looking man. I admit I always found older men attractive and Paul certainly fit the bill. He was 48 years old and Mark was 27. They’d been together for 16 years.

Mark obviously looked nothing like him. Mark was pretty good looking, 5’10”, and about 165 lbs, but he kind of melted into the woodwork when Paul was around.

Paul had a big personality to match his size while Mark not as much. Mark was more quiet and thoughtful. Paul was the type that attacked his goals. He was a well accomplished businessman. Mark worked for Paul in systems management. You could see that Mark admired Paul and really wanted Paul’s approval.

Paul lavished approval on Mark. He was truly proud of him.

Paul was also a flirt. He’d never said anything inappropriate to me but he came close, truthfully I didn’t mind. I found it both flattering and funny.

As we drove I wished Mark was a bit more like Paul. He could use a little drive. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Mark. He was very sweet, treated me well, and he was an extremely considerate husband, but he never really led. I was the one who drove most of the direction of our lives. He didn’t mind, he wanted to please me, but every once in a while it would have been nice for him to make the decisions.

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We pulled up to the house. I’d been here before. Mark and I had been married two years, so we’d had lots of opportunities to visit. It was beautiful, was in a gated community, and private. The house had its own deep water dock and Paul had a boat there.

We rang the doorbell. It was answered by a beautiful woman. I knew this must be Karen, Paul’s new girlfriend. I knew she was 35 from what Mark had told me. Yes, I’d done the creepy scale math. 1/2 his age plus 7. 48/2=24+7=31. She was well within the old enough to date limit. However If Mark hadn’t told me I would have put her just a little older than my 26 years. She had long brown hair down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a yellow string bikini that showed a ton of skin. She looked good. She was about 5’3″ and had a great figure.

A big smile crossed her face. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “You must be Mark and Shelly. Come in, come in.”

She yelled into the house, “Paul, Mark and Shelly are here.”

Then she seemed to notice the way she was dressed.

“Oh, forgive me,” she said. “I was out tanning on the deck.”

I was about to respond when Paul entered the room.

“Hey guys,,” he hugged us both. I always felt small in his arms. “So glad to see you. How was the drive?”

“Uneventful,” Mark answered, “but we’re glad to be here.”

“Well we’re glad to have you,” Karen responded.

“Where are my manners,” said Paul. “Karen, This is Mark and his beautiful wife, Shelly.”

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“Pleased to meet you,” she said and then to me, “and you certainly are beautiful.”

I blushed. I knew I wasn’t bad to look at. At 5’1″, 110 lbs, and shoulder length blonde hair, I got my share of looks, but somehow when she said it it made me self conscious.

“Come in, come in,” Karen said.

“Are you hungry? Would you like a drink?” asked Paul.

We both accepted a drink and all went out on the deck to enjoy the view of the water. It was a beautiful day and the conversation flowed smoothly. Karen and Paul met through a mutual friend. They’d hit it off immediately and started dating about six months ago. Paul for his part looked very happy.

The whole time we were there Karen lounged around in her bikini. She had a great body. I didn’t blame her. It just felt weird hanging around fully dressed with her in a bathing suit.

After a little getting to know each other Karen turned to me and said, “Why don’t you throw on a suit and enjoy the sun with me.”

I looked at Mark.

“You don’t have to check with him,” she said. “Besides, I want to get a look at that hot body.”

I blushed. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room where you can change.”

I didn’t know what else to do so I just followed her.

“Here ya go,” she said.

She opened the door to a large guest room. It had a king size bed and, on the outside wall, a big set of glass French doors leading to an outside deck. I noticed there were no curtains on the doors. At first I wondered where I would change, but then I realized the windows faced the water and no one could see me unless they were on a boat or the deck.

I pulled my bathing suit out of my bag and started to undress. As I did I thought of her words, ‘look at that hot body’.

There was a full length mirror in the room. As I undressed I looked at myself in the mirror. ‘Hot body’ I thought. Mark never said I was hot. He always said I was beautiful.

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The guy I dated before Mark always said I was hot. What he actually said was, “You’ve got a fucking hot body.” I always felt sexy when he said it. I felt hot. It made me want to dress and be sexier. He in return encouraged me to be sexy. Sometimes it scared me how much I enjoyed it. He’d always encourage me to wear a shorter skirt, or show more cleavage, I almost always did. He even got me to flash his friends every once in a while. When he took me to New Orleans I got lots of beads.

It was a very hot, sexual, and passionate relationship. I loved the way it made me feel when I was showing off. We would make a game of noticing men look at me. I’d give them a little smile and show a lot of leg, or let them see my panties. This always made me horny and led to great sex. There wasn’t a lot of love. I don’t think he really understood love. He was good to me, but really didn’t ever consider my needs or wants. It ended when I came home and found him in bed with another woman. He didn’t even look guilty. He just told me to take my clothes off and get my hot ass into bed. I turned and left.

Truthfully if he’d asked me to have a threesome I probably would have said yes. In fact, I know I would have. The idea turned me on then and does now, but I wanted it to happen with someone I loved. I wanted to know that years from then I would be holding hands and laughing with him over stuff we did when we were younger. He was not that man. We never went out again. I met Mark a year later.

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