My Daughter In Law And I Double Dated

I could sense my son's fiancee wasn't the monogamous type when he first brought her home. She was six years older than he was, and way more experienced. He'd just got his Master's and was starting his first good job. He didn't need a woman like that. I told him so in private, but he politely told me it wasn't my business. I refused to attend their wedding. My husband was not in the picture, having passed away a couple years before.


I didn't date for three years after my husband died, but I met someone I liked and began going out again. One night I was in a bar with my date when I saw my daughter in law there with a man. They were snuggling up so close you couldn't have pried them apart. I wasn't really shocked. Like I said, I had sensed it.


I got out my phone and took a picture of them. As soon as I could get my son in private I showed it to him. He said, "Mom, just don't worry about it. I know everything Taylor does. We have a special relationship. Just call it open marriage for simplicity's sake."


I was stunned in one way, but then again, Chris was always so crazy about Taylor that maybe he was willing to put up with it.


I told Chris I'd bet anything his "open marriage" is one sided, and that she can't possibly love him if she's seeing other men. He said she did love him and he loved her, and that I'd just have to trust him that they were happy. And he said, "By the way, Taylor saw you that night, and she said the date you were with is married."


I got angry and told him his wife wasn't only a slut but a liar.


He said, "It's true, Mom. Taylor knows his son. I'm sorry, but do some digging yourself and you'll see."


Long story short, I found out it was true. The man I was dating was married. I broke it off with him and fell into a deep depression for a while.


Chris visited me by himself one afternoon and said, "Mom, you need to get out. Why don't you come over for dinner. I know you don't like Taylor, but she's willing to meet you half way if you'll be civil to her. I love you and I hate the way things are between you two. You have to remember, if I didn't like what she does, I'd do something about it. You know me that well, right?"


I said ok, I'll come to dinner and I'll muster up as much niceness as I can.


Taylor cooked me a pot roast, my favorite meal. It was a lot better than I expected, and I complimented her. She thanked me and we made small talk after dinner. The wine she served was tasty, and I had several glasses, which I rarely do because it takes very little to get me drunk. It hit me hard, and before I knew it I was thanking Taylor for letting me know about David (my former boyfriend). I said I'd rather know something like that early before I got in too deep. I also said that I was sorry I didn't attend their wedding, and that she and Chris had a right to whatever kind of relationship they wanted (I couldn't believe I was saying that then. I really must have been drunk).


She said, "That's ok. I'm really sorry about David. His son said he was 'terminally' married. He sees other women, but he'll never divorce his wife."


I said it didn't matter. I told her I was through with men anyway.


She said, "Don't say that, Laura.You're in the prime of your life. You keep trim and fit, you look great. What you need is a hot young stud."


I couldn't help feeling flattered. I smiled and said, "I don't know about that."

She said, "It'd be good for you. I know plenty of guys who'd love to go out with you!"


Then she started rattling off these different guys she knew, and she wasn't shy about hinting at their physical attributes and prowess, either. I turned to Chris. He was just grinning and his face was as red as a stop sign. But Taylor wasn't stopping. Before she was done, I had the low down on what seemed like every younger guy in town.


Finally, Taylor said, "Listen. It's still early. Go out with me tonight. I'll introduce you to somebody who'll rock your world."


"No, I couldn't," I said, or I probably stammered. "I'm not dressed for it anyway."


"You're petite like me," she said. "And I think our shoe size is close. Come on, Chris, let's get your mom ready for a night out."


Chris jumped up and took me by the arm. I didn't resist as we followed Taylor into the bedroom.


Taylor told Chris to look in her closet and pull out a bunch of skirts, tops, and pairs of heels. She held them up to me and picked out a red blouse, black skirt, and four inch red pumps. She's a little shorter than I am, and her figure is slightly more hourglass, but everything fit better than I thought. Her pumps were a little tight, but not too uncomfortable.


When I looked in the mirror though, I said, "My god, Taylor, I can't wear this skirt. Another couple inches and the mystery's over."


She said, "Don't worry. Next to me you're going to look positively conservative."


She was right there. She wore a little black tube dress that showed off a lot of cleavage and the hem kept riding up her cheeks. We were both dressed too young for our ages, certainly I was, but Chris kept telling us we looked great.


Finally it was time to go. Chris hugged Taylor really tight and squeezed her butt. I heard him whisper to her not to let me drive.


Taylor stopped at a place that seem to cater to all ages. There were young people there, but some middle age people too. They had a country band that night. Taylor and I sat down at the bar. In no time a good looking guy sat down by Taylor and started talking to her. She knew him already, and I heard her ask him if "Ryan" was there yet. He told her that he was, and she asked him to get Ryan and bring him over. When he left, Taylor said, "You'll like Ryan and he'll like you. And you can trust him. Just relax and go with it. You deserve a good time."


Ryan, who looked to be in his early thirties, sat down beside me, and Taylor's friend Seth sat back down beside her.


Ryan said something like, "I didn't know Taylor had such a gorgeous friend."


I thought, yeah, blah blah. But he was handsome and before long we were slow dancing together. I looked around and saw Taylor dancing with Seth and kissing him. For a second, I felt like I did when I first saw her with the guy in the other bar, but if Chris was really ok with it, then I was fighting a losing battle anyway. I turned my attention to Ryan who was holding me close. We started kissing too and it felt wonderful. To be held close in a passionate young man's arms---Taylor was right, I needed this.


We found a table when the music was over. We chatted for a bit, and out of nowhere Ryan said, "Hey, let's all go out to the cove." I knew the cove was a sort of residential resort area, and wasn't sure what was going on. Taylor said, "Yeah, let's go." I shot a confused look at her, but she took my hand and gently squeezed it. The look in her eyes said, "Trust me."


Well, I know I'll never be invited to any Mensa meetings, but I was smart enough to see this was planned. Seth drove Taylor's car and I went in Ryan's to the cove. Turns out Ryan's family owns a beach house there. It was a beautiful place. We all sat down in the living area and got comfortable as Ryan fixed us drinks. You could see a huge deck through a window from where I was sitting. As we talked, I kept gazing out there. Ryan must have noticed. He said, "It's really warm tonight, let's go out."


We all stepped out on the deck. It was lovely. The full moon was riding high. You could see the beach and hear the gentle waves. I looked on as Ryan and Seth spread quilts and pillows out on the deck for us, and brought out more drinks. Taylor and Seth sat down a few feet from Ryan and me.


After some more small talk, Seth said to Taylor, "You know you can't really feel the warm breeze with clothes on."


She said, "You're right" and was out of her dress and stark naked in no time.


Ryan smiled and said, "They've got a point." He started getting out of his clothes, and I thought, I've come this far. I took mine off too. It's not like I couldn't see what all this was leading to anyway. I was self concious because of my not so young body, but Ryan was very pleased.


He started kissing my neck and down my breasts. I started getting more aroused than I'd been in years. I felt myself getting really wet, and I thought, this girl still has some fire in the oven! I glanced over at Taylor and Seth and they were already completely horizontal. Ryan lay me down too, and after kissing my body, he took a condom from under one of the pillows and slipped it on. When he entered me, it was like years of repression lifted. I almost cried, but my reflexes took over. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I ended up making more noise than Taylor, Seth, and Ryan all combined. But I couldn't help it and I didn't care.


Ryan made love to me three times altogether before I drifted into deep sleep. The next thing I knew, I felt a little tug on my arm. I opened my eyes and the sun was up. Taylor whispered it's time to go. I whispered, "Oh my god, what's Chris going to think!" She said, "I called Chris late last night, and said we probably wouldn't be home till morning." Ryan and Seth were already gone. We really needed a shower, but I followed Taylor's lead and got dressed.


As we drove home, Taylor kept chatting about what a great time we had. I kept thinking about how Chris would react. I knew how disheveled and skanky we looked. Not only did he not mind, he had breakfast waiting for us. He could tell just by looking that I'd had a lot more than good time, and he said, "I told you, Mom. You needed to get out." I admitted it.


Right or wrong, I became comfortable with Chris and Taylor's marriage. Taylor and I talk everyday on the phone now, and I've grown to love her like a daughter. After that night, I went out a couple times by myself, then covid hit. That has put a damper on things, but when it's finally over, I'm going to make up for lost time.