Chapter 1: She Was Attractive

My second wife, Sarah, and I had been married about 4 years. We had no children yet as we were both in college and working. About a year after we were married, I came to the realization that my wife did not want to have sex very often. She also refused to do anything other than a missionary position.

She was a strong Italian Catholic and had refused to have sex before we were married. That should have been a warning to me. On several occasions we discussed this issue but my wife said she was not that interested in sex and also my dick often hurt her. I explained that I tried to be careful but it made no difference to her. “Once hurt, always hurt.”

My college dorm roommate owned all the porn businesses in nearby Denver. He knew of my sexual dilemma and so he provided me with free passes to his porn theaters. I used the passes to help solve the problem of my constant blue balls. Some afternoons I would leave work early and go to one of his porn theaters.

I enjoyed watching the movies because I was seeing sex acts that I would never get to do at home. I got some relief by giving myself a handjob either during the movies or afterward in my car or both.

Let me explain about my Italian mother-in-law, Elsie. My mother-in-law is married but her older husband had been ill for several years. She was about 40 years old at the time of this story.

She had an excellent shape for a woman of her age and she did not look like all the other Italian women that were related to my wife, that is, she was not a BBW. From day one, she and I really hit it off. Over time, she became my best friend. She always called me “Son” because she thought of me as her son. Although I thought she was attractive, I never thought of her in sexual terms.

Elsie was coming to visit us for 5 days. In the past, my wife and I had always gone to visit her several times a year but she never came to visit us, so this visit was special.

Part of what makes her visit special is that there is no direct transportation from Elsie’s town to where my wife and I live, and Elsie did not drive a car. A friend of my mother-in-law was coming to our town and offered to bring Elsie along for a visit with us.

When she arrived, we greeted her at the curb and I gathered her luggage from the car. We took her inside our apartment and I put her luggage into our spare bedroom. As is the Italian custom, we immediately had a meal.

Afterward, my wife left for one of her college classes. This left my mother-in-law and I alone. We always got along very well, in fact, better than my wife and I.