Young wife (Elizabeth) falls for father-in-law (Greg)

(Elizabeth)

“Whew!” After a 45-minute session of sex on a warm summer Saturday morning with my husband, Ryan, he rolls off of me and rests beside me as we both giggle and grab the other’s hand. We lie silently and look up at the fan over our bed with 90s R&B playing loudly in our room. Ryan and I are newlyweds. We’ve been together about three years and married for two months. I’m 21 years old and he’s 22. We met in my freshman year of college when Ryan was a sophomore. He recently graduated and I’m about to enter my senior year before getting my Bachelor’s of Science in Human Resource Management.

I fell in love with Ryan within about a month of us dating and he proposed to me a year later. We agreed to wait for marriage until after he graduated so that at least one of us had a chance to make a decent salary to support us. So far, unfortunately, he hasn’t had any luck getting a job and our savings is straining to keep us afloat at this point. We’ve talked about possibly moving in with one of our parents until we can get in a stable financial spot.

My dad left me and my mom when I was three years old. I remember nothing about him. From what I know of him, that’s a good thing. My grandpa acted as my father figure until he passed away from a heart attack when I was ten. His death was hard to accept. I didn’t have another father figure in my life until Ryan and I started dating and we spent time with his dad, Greg. Greg is a great guy and a great father-in-law. He’s always been so accepting of me and made me feel welcome in their family since day 1. I actually call him Dad now because I’m that comfortable with him. Ryan’s mom, Lindsay, passed away from breast cancer six years ago and I never got to meet her. That really sucks because from everything I’ve heard about her, she sounds like she was an amazing woman who was a friend to everyone. I’m jealous of Ryan’s upbringing, but am glad he got to experience what I didn’t.

The relationship between me and my mom is rather contentious. She has never approved of Ryan because he comes from a stable family that has decent money. She doesn’t trust Ryan and thinks he’s using me. She actually cut out of our wedding reception only 30 minutes into it and we’ve only stayed in contact through a few brief text messages since then. So if Ryan and I can’t make it on our own, we’re going to have to ask Greg if we can live with him for a while. I’m sure he’ll say it’s no problem, but it’s embarrassing to be in this situation. If he says we can’t for some reason, we’ll have to try with my mom.

Ryan gets out of bed and heads naked to the bathroom to take a shower. I watch his tight clenched ass as he leaves and smile because of the view I’m getting. Ryan is a very good looking guy. He’s about 6’2″ and 220 pounds with brown hair and brown eyes and is very well built. He works out five or six days a week and has plenty of muscle with almost no fat. I can’t complain about his dick, either. I’ve never measured it, but he’s told me it’s seven inches when erect and I believe it. I was only with one other guy before Ryan and his couldn’t have been bigger than five inches. There’s a big difference in just two inches. Ryan’s girth is perfect, too. Not too thick and not too thin. It easily slides in and out, but touches all the right nerves. I hit the jackpot.

I don’t think I’m bad looking, either. I’m 5’5″ and 140 pounds, have long strawberry blonde hair that hangs halfway down my back when it’s not pulled up, and have a 38C bra size with full breasts. I’m also in pretty good shape since I work out a few times a week and add plenty of cardio. I think the part of my body I like most is my rear. I have a bubble butt, but it’s firm thanks to all the squats I do every week. I love wearing tight shorts around Ryan because I can see him instantly get turned on by my ass.

We both like to stay healthy with exercise and good diets. Ryan definitely gets his good looks from his mom. Based on photos I’ve seen, she was GORGEOUS. Ryan’s dad, Greg, is an average looking 56 year-old dad with grey hair mixed with some remaining light brown. He’s probably 5’10” and also around 220 pounds like Ryan, but it’s not a muscular 220. He’s actually a grandpa because Ryan has two older brothers and both of them have children. Clearly, Greg’s personality attracted Ryan’s mom because his looks wouldn’t make anybody take a second look when passing him on a sidewalk.

Greg lives about 15 miles west of us and Ryan is meeting him this morning to discuss our financial situation in case we do end up needing to move in with him. I asked Ryan if he wouldn’t mind having that conversation without me because I’m to embarrassed. He understood.

***Three Months Later***

Ryan loads his last box into the moving truck so we can get to our new temporary home with his father. Ryan still hasn’t gotten a job and we’ve gone through most of our savings trying to stay afloat. I’m back in school full-time for my senior year, so rebuilding our financial foundation is completely on Ryan for now. The money I earned with my part-time summer job is gone. Living with Greg for the foreseeable future actually helps me because it’s much closer to my college than our apartment was. I have to take a win where I can.

After driving about 20 minutes, I pull our car into the driveway behind Ryan who is in the moving truck. I love this house and property. It’s a ranch style home and probably about 3,000 square feet. It’s brick and unassuming from the outside, but has a very high-end interior with great build quality. The property is really large, too, with a bunch of privacy trees. I think Ryan told me it’s 8 or 9 acres. All I know is the next house over is far away. Ryan honks his horn and gets out of the moving truck and I get out of our car. Then I see Greg come out of the house in a black polo shirt and blue jeans smiling and genuinely happy to see us. I haven’t seen him since the wedding and he’s probably at least 15 pounds heavier, putting him somewhere between 235 and 240 pounds. At 5’10”, he doesn’t look healthy. Ryan did tell me after they met up a few months ago that Greg’s been a little depressed. I hope our presence can help. His mostly grey hair is coiffed and his face is shaved. Greg looks at me, reaches him arms out, and comes over to me for a hug. “Hi, Dad.”

(Greg)

“Hey, Lizzie. It’s so good to see you. How are you?”

(Elizabeth)

“I’m really good. Happy to be here and see you. It’s been too long. How are you doing?”

(Greg)

“Good, good. Just excited to get you both here and spend some time together. I’ve missed you both.”

(Elizabeth)

Greg told us soon after Ryan and I got married that he wanted to give us space and time as newlyweds, so he was going to hang back for a while. I always appreciated that and it didn’t surprise me that he wanted to be respectful of our honeymoon phase. Greg’s a very friendly guy always thinking of others. He breaks our hug, walks over to Ryan with a huge grin, and gives him a bearhug. I love watching them interact because I can tell Greg thinks the world of Ryan and Ryan respects his dad so much. It’s really cute. They have a truly special relationship that’s rare. As I stand there watching them with a goofy smile on my face, Greg backs up and tells us to come in the house for lunch.

We enter the house and I immediately notice its cleanliness. Ryan and I aren’t the most diligent when it comes to picking up after ourselves, so I need to be sure we monitor ourselves with that. Greg leads us down the hall to the guest room we’ll be staying in. It’s as big as half our apartment. Wow. We drop a few items off in the room and go back out to the kitchen to have lunch before starting to unpack.

***One Month Later***

After a month of living with Ryan’s dad, things are going surprisingly well. Ryan got a part-time 3rd shift security job while still looking for a full-time position. School is in full-swing for me and classes aren’t too difficult. I have the car during the day to get to/from class, then Ryan takes it at night for work. The only problem is we don’t get much time together aside from weekends. But we both know we have to just push forward right now until everything falls into place. Greg has been very accomodating and respectful of personal space. And with the house being big, staying out of the other’s way isn’t a problem.

Today, though, is a tough day for Ryan and Greg because it’s the anniversary of Ryan’s mom’s death. After getting home from class at about 4:30, I find both guys in the living room watching a recorded football game from the night before. I can tell from their expressionless faces that they’re both thinking of Lindsay and not the game. At least they have each other to lean on during this time. And now that I’m home, maybe I can cheer them up. “Hey! How about the three of us get a pizza delivered and play a board game tonight before Ryan goes to work at 10:00?” They both glance up with what look like pity smirks and agree to my offer.

After getting settled and changing into a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, I meet them in the living room with a classic board game in hand. Greg turns the TV off and we form a triangle around the coffee table and start playing. After an hour, we’re deep into the game and pizza arrives. As we eat, we joke with each other, laugh, and have fun. For at least a small amount of time, I think I’ve managed to take their minds off of Lindsay’s death.

The game takes a few hours to complete and Ryan finally wins. It’s 9:00 PM and Ryan has to be at work at 10:00. Greg and Ryan get up and Greg pulls his son in for a hug.

(Greg)

“I love you, kiddo. I’m proud of you and your mom would be too. You know that, right?”

(Ryan)

“I know, Pop. I love you too.”

(Elizabeth)

Greg motions with his hand for me to stand up, so I get off the floor and walk over to him. He pulls me in for a hug.

(Greg)

“I wish you could have met Lindsay. She would have adored you and you would have been the daughter she never had. I love you, Liz, and am happy you’re in our family.”

(Elizabeth)

My eyes start to tear up as I hug him tightly. “Awwww. I wish I could have met her too. I might not have been able to be the daughter she never had, but you’ve been the dad I never had. I love you too.”

Greg wipes his eye and quickly turns around so we can’t see his face, then starts walking away.

(Greg)

“You kids take some time for yourselves. I’m going to my room. Ryan, have a good night at work.”

(Elizabeth)

I turn to Ryan and see that his eyes are watery. “Are you okay, babe?” He sniffles.

(Ryan)

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m going to get ready for work.”

(Elizabeth)

I watch Ryan walk down the hall to our room before I clean up the game. Maybe it’s weird, but I think it’s attractive when Ryan lets himself show his emotion with me. He’s a big, strong, good looking young guy who can look imposing if he wants. But on the inside, he’s like a teddy bear and not ashamed.