I SEDUCED MY FATHER- IN LAW

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I had been with my husband for five years. We had met at university and were involved in the same church group on weekends.


I had seen him around but it wasn’t until we realised we were taking the same classes at uni that we really spoke to one another. It was a very traditional romance and as we were both virgins, we decided to remain as such until our wedding night.


We married a year after we met and although we sometimes had to struggle to make ends meet, had a wonderful life.


But four years down the track, I started to feel as though I had missed out on something by getting married so young. Deep down, I had a terrible, secret yearning for the touch of another man.

One Christmas my husband and I travelled to northern province to spend the holiday with his family. I hadn’t spent much time with them as we had always lived in Lusaka and only made it up to see them every year or two.

Last year it was as though I noticed my father-in-law in a different light. He had retired recently and he and his wife had bought a home at a riverside He was now spending all his time fishing and promised to take us fishing during our stay.


I couldn’t wait to get to know my husband’s family better and get closer to the man who by now was causing me to have romantic daydreams.
His Dad took us to a nice place early one morning to catch some lunch for the day. He must have been noticing the constant eye contact I was making and it was almost as though he could hear the butterflies in my stomach every time he came within arm’s length of me.

After an hour or two, my husband decided he would head back to the house to see what his mother was up to. He wasn’t the sort who could be patient enough to catch fish, but I was happy to stay behind and continue bonding with his father.


Once my husband was out of sight, I playfully asked for more guidance on marriage. He came over and put his arm around me. I sensed the electricity between us when we touched and before I knew it, had kissed him.
He looked at me, then took the rod from my hand. I traced his lips with my fingers and kissed him again.It was still early in the morning and luckily we were in an out-of-the-way spot where he knew there were plenty of fish and no people. So when he laid me on the sand to make love, I had no inhibitions. It was magical. He had all the attractive qualities I loved in my husband, but some ruggedness and experience that my husband lacked.


It happened only the one time — that was enough to put my curiosity about being with someone else to rest. I could now be with my husband and not wonder what it would be like to try someone different.
Months later, after Ed and I had returned home, I discovered I was pregnant I felt sick with shock not knowing weather my husband was the father or whether the baby was his dad’s I counted back to the possible date of conception and it had to be a close call.


The chances of it being his father’s were slim but I was a wreck just thinking about it. When we announced our happy news to the family I wondered if his dad was wondering the same. I never mentioned it to him and when my beautiful boy arrived later in the year, my husband’s family came down to be with us.

Although my baby boy looks like his daddy, I sometimes see a little of Karl in him. But who knows? Genetically my son would look much the same no matter which man was the father. It’s a secret no one need ever know.