Hi,
To be honest, I feel like crap about this entire thing. I'm stuck though. There is no way I can confess and move on with my husband because it would wreck him and the relationship he has with his family.
After we had been married for only just over 6 months our financial world fell apart. I lost my job due to the company downsizing and a month later my husband lost his for the same reason. We worked at the same company and is where we met a few years earlier. We went through our meager savings and did all we could to find employment. All plans for a family were put on a back burner as were basically any plans we had made for us. We were broke. We signed up for food stamps and while they did keep us fed, we had nothing to cover our mortgage or just everyday expenses. Fortunately, my husbands Father would step in and help us out. My parents had no way of helping.
We spent five months looking for employment before my husband finally found something, With our former company downsizing and it being the largest employer in the area, there were a lot of people looking for jobs. He found one at the hospital doing janitorial work. It was at least full time and would have insurance after a couple months of working there. Fortunately, it was the day shift. Unfortunately, it didn't pay much over minimum wage with a raise to come after ninety day prohibition period. Still, it was income we didn't have and appreciated it.
My Father in Law is not a poor man and was very smart during his life with savings and investments. He is a widower after losing his wife to an automobile accident before I even met my husband. The settlement from life insurance and the suit brought against the guilty driver pretty much set him for life. Thus the reason he retired at fifty. He is now 52 and trying to just enjoy life. Sure, he could have helped us more than he did but he believes in working for a living and instilled that into his son. My husband never felt right going to his father for any kind of help but did so from time to time and my father in law never refused to help us.
One weekend, seven months after me losing my job and my husband working for two months, we were invited to my father in law's house for a little cook out. He did this from time to time and it is always a welcome invitation for us. We sat around, had a few beers, FIL did some grilling, and just had a nice time out from any worries. FIL had a nice home, not that big but too big for just him. It was his home and he would never consider leaving it. As we were sitting around FIL asked how my job search was going. I explained that it wasn't going well at all. I get call backs but then mostly hear nothing after that. Very disappointing I told him. How about this, he mentions. Now I know you are a secretary and I have heard a damn good one, how about looking at something I can offer you. My husband pops his head higher and ask, dad, what jobs could you offer? You don't have anything to do with any business. Well, my FIL tells him, I have my own business and that is keeping up this house and it's gardens your mother loved so much. That is my business and frankly, I could use some help with it all. Really, I asked, just what is the job? Basically cleaning and taking care of the flowers is all. I'll pay you $50.00 a day every day you work. Not sure you will be needed every day but that will give you some time to keep looking for a job somewhere. I looked at my husband. His eyes were lit up with approval. I looked at my FIL and told him, I do know how to clean a home and I do like flowers, so I think I would be interested. Great he said. Of course, you never know what else I'll need being taken care of around here so if duties increase I will increase any pay. My husband looks at his father and tells him how nice it is that he has made such an offer and how much it would help us out. My pleasure he answered back. It's a job not a handout. Husband said he understood.
On Monday I arrived by 8:00 AM and asked where all the cleaning supplies were. FIL showed them too me and then showed me where the gardening supplies were located. With that information in hand, off I went to fulfill my duties. I stopped for some lunch FIL had prepared at noon and before one was back at it. I was finished with everything by 2:30 PM. FIL commented how nice everything looked but if I worked like that every time I was there he wouldn't need me too many days. he said just come tomorrow and just see what you can find to do. I said I would and he handed me $50.00. I got home and placed it on the table. When my husband got home I showed it to him. He was thrilled. I told him what his father said about everything looking so good i may not be needed every day but to come back tomorrow and just see what I could find to do. My husband told me maybe I should slow down and stretch it out a bit. I laughed, he laughed and we had a nice evening.
Next day I was back at 8:00 AM. FIL tells me he was glad he didn't scare me off. I laughed at that and told him I didn't think he could ever do that. I went to work but started in the garden so I could avoid the later days heat. After finishing I went to clean up before starting in the house to see what I could find. FIL told me I could use the shower in the hallway if I wanted to take a shower. It was hot and I probably did smell so I accepted. He pointed out the linen closet where the towels were kept. Off I went. The shower felt nice and when I finished and dried off, I still had my sweaty clothes to get back into so it probably didn't help much. I got dressed and was going to take my towel down to the laundry when I walked past the bedrooms and seem my FILs door was partly opened. Normally all the doors were kept closed so I stepped in and grabbed the door knob to close it when I seen my FIL sitting on the edge of the bed facing me but hadn't looked up to actually see me. He was naked from the waist down and masturbating. OK, he is only 52 and his wife has been gone for quite some time. I never heard of him dating so I guess this would be expected behavior. He looked up and sees me. Tries to cover his erection with a hand but actually, one hand wasn't enough to hide him. Oh, I said. I'm really sorry but I seen the door was opened a little and I was going to close it. He looks right at me and says, no problem. I forgot you were in the bathroom and, well, you know, nature called. I understand I said. Really, he asked back. Sure I said, you need release just like anyone would need it. Thank you he told me and dropped the hand that was covering his erection. It was still quite erect and yes, I did look at it. It was bigger than his sons. My FIL then surprised me. Well, if you understand, how about helping me? I can't do that I told him. I'm married to your son. I promise I will never tell a soul, he replies. I will know, I replied and you would know. Yes, he tells me, we will but that is where it stops. Just us.
My FIL asked that I come closer and I did but still keeping over an arms length away. Listen, he explains. I haven't been touched by any Woman since my wife died. It's only been me, myself, and I and frankly, I could really use a Woman's touch just because I know it would feel so good. Please, come closer he asked. I took a step closer and frankly, I was looking at his erection more than i looked at his face and I think he read that as me being interested. Touch it, he directed. ..(continue confession)
