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I google-mapped Ella’s address and it focused on a mansion on Lake Drive. WTF!
Until that moment, I thought she didn’t want to talk about her family because they were poor or, god forbid, criminals…
I dressed nicely and brought with me a dozen yellow and pink roses and a good cognac. I rang their bell on time, and Ella opened the door for me. She was dressed in a long evening gown and looked amazing. I kissed her lightly. She noticed the flowers and alcohol and smiled, “That’s nice of you. Here, let me introduce to you my father. Mom is still dressing up for her entrance.”
I saw a man in his mid 50s, about 5’11”, 220 pounds, slightly balding, with a bulging belly, and a pleasant smile. He extended his hand to me, “Hi, I am Jack. I heard a lot about you. It seems Ella found somebody she really likes because until now we weren’t allowed to meet her former boyfriends.”
I gave him the cognac and grinned, “I hope not to disappoint you.”
And then the mother showed up. She wore a tight black dress with 3″ pumps. Her face showed a significant amount of mascara and red hot lipstick. She was about 5’7″, 130 pounds, with massive tits that were only partly covered by her generous cleavage.
“Mom, this is the not-so-smart guy, Grant, who, despite my flaws, agreed to go out with me. And this is my mother, Diana.”
I handed Diana the bouquet of flowers and said, “Ma’am, was Ella adopted? You look too young to be her biological mother.”
She had a cute smile, “Ella was right. You ARE a gentleman.” Her eyes inspected me up and down, and she added, “And you look good, too.”
I joked, “Diana, I had to have at least one good thing to capture your daughter’s heart.”
She leaned into my ear and whispered, “The way I was told, you conquered more than just her heart.”
I stared at her, and she winked at me, “Guys, let’s go to the table. Sofia is signaling to me from the kitchen the meal is ready.”
We went to the large dining room. Jack sat at the head of the table, I sat to his right with Ella by my side, and Diana sat on Jack’s left, in front of me.
Jack asked me about my job, and I said I was a software analyst and worked mostly from home. He seemed to be happy with my answer and commented, “Yes, the future is in computers and AI, so if you are good at what you do, your future is secure.” I planned to say something, but his phone rang, and he left the table to get it. He returned a couple of minutes later and announced, “Unfortunately, I have to go. We have an emergency. Young guy, it was nice meeting you.”
The dinner was delicious and included lobster bisque soup, beet salad, pepper steak with baked potatoes and green beans, red Malbec wine, and a choice of creme brulee or European style apple pie. I had to admit I had never eaten such a tasty meal, even in good restaurants.
Later, we sat in the living room and talked. Diana asked me questions about my travels. I answered politely, but I got the impression her interest was more physical than trips-related as her eyes moved multiple times down my body, sneaking peeks at my groin. Initially, I found it to be strange, but then it occurred to me that Ella might have talked to her Mom about our sex life. I wasn’t certain about it, but it was the only logical explanation I could think of. Our chat was pleasant, and the more time passed, the easier it was to talk, probably as a consequence of realizing Diana wasn’t trying to mock me, as well as the alcohol.
Before leaving, I kissed Diana’s cheek and Ella’s lips. Diana said, “Grant, you are always welcome here. See you again soon.”
The following day, Ella texted me, ‘Honey, my parents loved you. Thank you for being patient with them. See you later.’
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Ella and I continued seeing each other every weekend and at least 3 times during the work week. We even found time to travel to Maui for a week. We loved spending time together. Our sex drive did not diminish. We used the common positions as well as original variations in all 3 holes. I liked sex. A lot. But Ella CRAVED sex. She used every opportunity to get it. We even experimented doing it outdoors a couple of times.
A year later, we got married. I thought we should live in my house, but Ella said she didn’t like it. When I inquired why, she said bluntly, “The kitchen is too small, the closet space is not enough, and I do not like the master bathroom. Let’s move to my house. We have 5 extra rooms nobody is using now, so in addition to having one as our bedroom, you can have a workroom, too. The bathrooms are much better. Sofia arrives every day at 2 pm. She won’t disturb you. In addition to cleaning, she will do our laundry and prepare dinner.”
I wasn’t convinced it was such a good idea to live with her parents under the same roof, but I didn’t want to argue. I was willing to try, and if I didn’t like it there, move to my house or rent an apartment until we could afford to buy a house. Neither Ella nor I wanted the parents to help pay for a house. It was enough that we stayed at their house and had free dinners and laundry services.
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I was used to working on my computer at home. I had my routine: Eat breakfast, work for an hour and a half, exercise in my room for half an hour, work another hour, and then sit on the balcony for 20 minutes to watch the neighborhood. Later, I grabbed a sandwich with yogurt and continued working as much as needed until I was done.
The huge new house did not give me the same vibe. Ella and I ate breakfast together at 7 am, and she left for work at 7:30 am. And then I was alone in our quarters.
The first day, after Ella left, I went to check the rest of the house wearing a tight tee shirt with my shorts. I didn’t expect anybody to be at home. Nobody was in the kitchen, but I heard noises coming from the other side of the house. I moved quietly, and in one of the rooms, I saw Diana doing yoga in front of a mirror, with background music playing, and the voice of a yoga instructor heard as well. I stood by the open door and watched her perform various poses. She wore yoga leggings and a bra outfit that barely covered her voluptuous tits.