“It happened on New Year’s Eve last year. I danced the night away with my girlfriends. We took a pill and decided to make it a good New Year. As I was biking home from my girlfriend of four, I saw an app from my seven-year-old cousin Eleven. I’m getting on well with him. He had just arrived home, with his parents, who were still drinking with a few friends. He asked me if I was coming too. It was on the road, so I thought why not?
My uncle Nick, my mother’s sister’s husband, answered the door. I’ve always had a soft spot for him. Of course: he was old in my eyes because he was in his forties. But he has a great sense of humor and is still interesting. Hugged me. Then he smiled at me, eyes familiar and attractive at the same time. At that moment I fell in love with a man I had known for a long time.
“When I mingled with people my eyes kept following him. He noticed and sometimes winked at me. He had no idea that I, still in a pill stupor, had decided: I would lure this man to my bed, if only for once. So it began: “With sudden butterflies in my stomach and an ill-conceived but premeditated plan. I was used to taking life at my own will. Would I have done the same if I had known how it would end? Absolute. Although I did not expect that I would lose control and the situation would become so complicated.”
“That night it was all about watching. A few days later I texted Nick. It wasn’t unusual, I’d done it before. Now I kept communicating, joking, sending pictures. He replied. He told me later that he felt it that night.” New Years too. My letters were reassuring and gave him the courage to propose a date a few weeks later. He was around anyway. Did you feel like having a pizza with him? That was new, because we usually only saw each other at family parties.
I wear my shortest dress and the highest heels. Turns out Nick was willing prey. He has been married for twenty years and has always been faithful. But as harsh as he sounded, he colored my stories of going out, boyfriends and spicy-casual details I let slip. I did the rest on my leg against him. A few hours later he was with me in bed. And still there at least once a week.
“It started as an adventure. So sexy because it was so forbidden because of the age difference, and even more so because of the family bond. Now true love came out of that little adventure. Everything I felt about my ex pales in comparison to what Nick means to me. In addition to the great sex, It turns out we are very good at talking. That was always the case, but the deepening came in each other’s arms. He knows how to reach me. Can give me direction in my studies and my future plans. Shows genuine interest. And finds the same listening ear with me, as he no longer knows.
Because of the hectic family with three children, the slightly higher mortgage and the hard work, he is always under stress. He also plays a role: the man who controls everything. Only together can we truly be ourselves. That’s great, but the situation is catastrophic. For the first months, we immersed ourselves in our crushes and crazy sex. that I cheated on my aunt whom I suppressed; I saw the nick I found in my bed as a completely different person from my uncle.”
Until family parties came, where I saw him in his familiar role. His natural contact with his children, nephew, and nieces was difficult for me. And I feel guilty towards my mother. My parents are divorced. I know that my mother considers the marriage of her sister and Nick to be ideal. She should just know that this is a shame and that her daughter is bringing it up.
At first I was afraid that this would come true. So I avoided parties and birthdays. Nick is bolder: he enjoys looking at me mischievously, or looking for moments for us together. “They never suspect anything,” he says. He’s right, our relationship is obviously so elusive that we could sit next to each other on the couch all evening without anyone finding it suspicious. What you saw as something temporary can last forever.”
“Nick is mine. I’ve never felt anything like it. If he’s single, I won’t hesitate for a second. Then everyone can gossip about my old man, showing him off, living together, getting married, everything. But he’s already married. And a divorce, which he’s thinking about.” , Not only will he destroy his family, but he will also tear ours apart.It is very complicated, almost impossible to do.
He wants to wait for a decision until his kids leave home. Meanwhile, as a mistress, I wait until he finds time for me and watch him arrive at family parties with my aunt. At first I felt the strongest, but more and more jealous. However, despite these feelings and the uncertainty about our future, I am happy with Nick. I don’t want to lose him, even if our secret love is forever.”
This story is in the Flair Relax Spring special. You can read more of these kinds of stories on Flair each week.