A sequel to – A Precious Gift1Gemma wondered just what she had gotten into with Stan so long ago, and that continued to possess them, even if it was in unequal measures.What had begun as a purposeful affair, with her father-in-law, had endured for so much longer than she had ever dreamt would be possible, its destructive nature inevitably leading to one of them saying something, in an unguarded moment, that would reveal how a family bond had been stretched beyond imagining.The rugged man, still so strong and virile, had opened the way for her to lead a new life. It was one that she had dreamt of and pursued with unflinching determination. Their personalities sparked off each other, with her wanting to be a mother and having difficulties with Jake in making that happen. Stan was bewilderingly compliant in tamping her until Jonno, and then Bryony had been conceived and born. She had slept with them both, son and father; the one compliant and the other passionate and so blissfully determined to help her and in doing so to please himself in his loving of her. Any hesitancy in what she had been persuaded to embark upon had soon fallen away, Stan ‘packing’ so much and being ragingly accomplished in bringing it to her.That should have been the end of their times together, but that would have been to ignore what else played out between them, the knowledge that Stan had been the one whose ways had shattered any mental barrier to what she had wanted. To have had his support of her had been so at odds with his wife Betty’s almost casual indifference to whether her daughter-in-law bore her any grandchildren or not. There had to be some reason for it not happening she had opined and, by inference, the blame being put on her son’s wife.Only, now, Betty doted on the two kids as if it had always been what she too had wanted and conveniently forgetting that it had been a case of her being supported by Stan, with Betty and Jake on the other side.Over the years of her marriage, she had learned that Stan lived by his own rules. He accepted many, certainly not all, of the boundaries sınırsız gaziantep escort that Betty set for their lives together. They were said to be happy and were seen to be a devoted couple, each of them forthright and determined in their ways. Whenever it happened, the hot flush of an argument was soon dispelled by softer words. Stan was the pursuer of those quieter ways between them, his often gruff responses but a cover for the man beneath the skin.Stan had even witnessed a defining argument, some five years ago, when she had stepped onto a path that had finally brought them together. Jake was heard complaining, that he wondered when she would accept that their marriage might be childless. He had failed to hear her approach as they talked, and a simple DIY task soon interrupted.‘How long have you been standing there?’ Jake had asked in dismay on seeing Stan look over his shoulder at her.‘Oh, long enough!’ she had shouted in reply and glared at him. ‘You’ve been playing me along all this time! Your mind’s been somewhere else! It takes two, in body and soul, to make it happen! Have you got that?’Jake had been seen to hold out a hand to calm her, but she had not taken it. ‘I just need to understand when it’ll be that we accept all of this, the fact of us not having kids?’‘One would be enough, just one! It would be a wonderful new step in our lives! Try to see it in that way just for a change, will you? Take in what it means to me!’‘It cuts both ways!’ Jake had retorted and glared at her. ‘Just give it a rest, let things make their way…don’t force it.’‘Oh, sure! If we did that, nothing would happen! You’ve gone off the idea of being with me, in…’ she had realized what was being said in Stan’s presence.Stan had given her a soft smile of understanding, before she had rushed from the room, her footsteps echoing in the stairwell, then on the tiled floor of the hallway below them. She had known, then, that a defining moment in their relationships had been reached. It now involved gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan both Jake and, disconcertingly, Stan too.Yes, he had been ‘on her side’, then as now, and she had sensed that there was an inevitability about their circumstances and his concern for her, the attractive young woman with her obsession, he had told her when Jake was out of their hearing. She remembered the moment only too well. She had been clothed in her washed-out tan slacks and floaty white blouse; the fabric taut against the generous, weighty swell of her breasts and its neckline revealing a chunky Boho choker necklace.She, the rebellious one, had come back into the room once Jake had left Stan. He was seen clearing up the mess of the building works they had both been working on. The look of a thoughtful, grey-haired man had been met; the look of a man whose bulk dwarfed her slender frame. What they had then told each other was like the making of a pledge and the forming of a bond. It had soon become a tempestuous, and only too defining, love affair; a relationship that could so easily flare into an all-consuming desire to be together again. She was a young woman only too aware of his continued attention on her that went way beyond the boundaries of their relationship, through her marriage to Jake.After all, Stan had instinctively told her, at the time, ‘that we’ll get through this, and we’ll do that together.’She had failed to realize that his spontaneous ways would place demands upon her when she least expected them. It was the man’s unpredictable nature, where it concerned the satisfying of his hunger for her, that kept all that they had discovered burning way too brightly. It was an aberrant and suppressed passion that could so quickly flare into an unquenchable heat.2It would soon be time for her to go to work, the children safely cared for in their playgroups and taken care of by friends until she could collect them. Organizing her work roster around them took some time and all gaziantep sınırsız escort of her persuasive skills.Now she had some moments to spare and watched Stan through the kitchen window as he worked at relaying the sods of turf that covered the cable that supplied power to the garden lanterns that he had installed in places that she had chosen, with Jake’s agreement. They would bathe the grass, and close surroundings to them, in a soft light when the kids wanted to play in the gathering gloom of a winter’s evening, or when she and Jake entertained friends, seated around the table by the brightly painted garden shed with its decking.Stan had created it all and had even paid for some of it, calling the works a ‘present’ for their birthdays, but she knew that he had done so mostly for her.‘I’ll be off to work quite soon!’ she called out to him, through the open door that led out into the garden.‘Okay, I’m almost through with this…it’s gone well,’ he answered with a casual wave and a stilled look her way. ‘I’ll come and see you off.’She snorted a soft disbelieving laugh on hearing him say it and watched Stan step over the path towards her, treading down the edges of the turf that he had disturbed. He looked so darned ‘hot’ for a man his age, his faded denim shirt and jeans a counterpoint to his hair, along with a curly tuft of snow-white hair to be seen at the hollow of his throat, more on his breastbone, and all of it stark against Stan’s tanned skin. She watched him kick off his boots and leave them by the back door. He stood before her, his pouted smile and appraising look of his eyes again letting her know what was, or had been, on his mind when he had rung the doorbell and she had opened the door to him, once she had seen who it was by looking through the spy hole.She had heard Stan say something, a compliment on her appearance, perhaps, but it had registered only vaguely in her consciousness. She had wanted him to take her, to use the little time that remained before she went to work, for them to fuck. She wanted Stan inside her and had frantically pulled on his arm and dragged him to the foot of the stairs.‘Hey, what’s this?’ he had laughed as her dressing gown had fallen onto the stair’s treads and she’d felt his hands on her back then slide round onto her belly. ‘I love surprises.’His kisses had soon been on her skin, his questing hands caressing her body in ways that relit the fire in her belly that she always felt on seeing or being close to him.