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.
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.
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.
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