Vivien had a willowy figure, a lovely face, and an elegant demeanor. Her expressive eyes radiated warmth.
She wore a halter silk pajama set with her hair flowing freely over her shoulders. The loose pajamas vaguely outlined her feminine form.
A pair of lace-trimmed pink bras supported her full bust, barely constraining her generous curves. Imagination easily filled in what was hidden from view.
Her waist was slender yet soft, her belly smooth as satin. Pink triangle shorts covered her rounded hips, and long, fair thighs were bare from mid-thigh down.
Upon leaving the bedroom, Vivien found her husband Ambrose and father-in-law Aldous seated together on the living room sofa. She greeted her father-in-law with a smile.
“Dad, you’re here already?”
“I hope I didn’t disturb you by coming so early.” Aldous’s gaze fell upon his daughter-in-law’s striking silhouette, and for a moment he was struck speechless.
“Dad, you’re staring,” Vivien said playfully, swaying her hips as she walked out of the bedroom.
Her full bust bounced gently with each step, outlined by the loose pajamas.
Aldous was proud of his beautiful daughter-in-law and had spent many a lonely night dreaming of her. But seeing her womanly figure so openly displayed before him now left him flustered.
His weathered face flushed as he hastily averted his eyes. “I heard Ambrose would be leaving for abroad, so I came to see if you needed anything…”
“Thank you, Dad,” Vivien said sweetly. “We’re well. Ambrose will only be gone two years. He worried for your health with no one to care for you, so asked me to visit often.”
Her dulcet voice was soothing. As she spoke, she seemed to glide as gracefully as a lotus flower in full bloom towards Aldous and his son.
“I… I’m in good health and need no special care,” Aldous stammered, slightly intoxicated by his daughter-in-law’s feminine fragrance. “No need to trouble yourself. You just… take care.”
“Dad, you’re not young anymore,” Ambrose said, concerned. “If you’re ill, let Vivien look after you!”
Aldous did not wish to dwell on this topic, uncertain of what might happen if left alone overlong with his appealing daughter-in-law. He hastily changed the subject. “Ambrose, when do you leave?”
“My flight leaves at 3:30 this afternoon,” Ambrose replied.
“Then I won’t keep you. I’ll come see you off when it’s time.” Aldous rose from the sofa and bid Mr. and Mrs. Ambrose goodbye.
He knew the young couple had much to do and whisper together before parting, and it was best he not linger as an unwanted third wheel.
“Dad, don’t be silly,” Vivien said, glimpsing her husband still seated. “Stay for lunch. Ambrose and I will pop over to his unit, then come right back. No sense going back and forth.”
“If it’s no trouble, then,” Aldous agreed. “You two get ready. I’ll go buy some breakfast and groceries to make us lunch.”
“Don’t bother yourself, Dad,” Vivien said graciously. “We’ll have a little something. I’ll get food on my way back from checking in at the unit.”
“As you like.” Her father-in-law’s words had merit, Vivien thought. She turned to Ambrose. “Honey, give Dad your keys so he can come and go while we’re out.”
“Here you are, Dad,” Ambrose said, fishing out a set of keys and handing them over. “These are for the house. Take them.”
“But what will you use to lock up?” Aldous asked, puzzled.
Ambrose explained, “I’m on the 3:30 flight. We’ll head to the airport straight after lunch. No use my keeping the keys. You hold onto them and use them if you come over.”
“I see… well, if you’re sure.” Aldous reluctantly pocketed the keys. “You two get ready. I’ll go buy some breakfast for us.”
“Thanks, Dad!” Vivien said. Ambrose echoed her thanks.
“Don’t mention it,” Aldous said.
Aldous was in his mid-fifties, a self-made man who devoted his life to his work and raising his brilliant son alone after his wife’s untimely passing five years ago. His son was his sole comfort during that immense grief.
Now with his son graduated with honors and married, Aldous had insisted John move in with them. John was reluctant, fearing he might prove a burden to his daughter-in-law. Yet his son’s sincerity was hard to refuse.
Only after moving in did John realize his daughter-in-law was an exceedingly attractive and vibrant woman. Though over fifty, John remained vigorous and passionate. Years of solitude had left him longing for this alluring beauty in a way he could barely contain.
Aldous waved as he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Vivien watched her father-in-law’s slender form disappear through the doorway. She turned to Ambrose mischievously. “Giving Dad your keys, don’t you trust me?”
Ambrose looked bewildered. “What do you mean, dear?”
“Worried I’ll get up to mischief, so you sent your father to spy on me?” Vivien teased.