A philandering old man and his promiscuous wife

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I'm 27 years old and a college graduate. Although I'm not entirely satisfied with my appearance, most people compliment me. I'm 165cm tall and weigh 50kg, with an oval face. I love my legs the most; they're not only well-proportioned but also have fair and delicate skin. Therefore, I love wearing miniskirts and high heels. Walking down the street, regardless of gender, everyone's eyes are always drawn to my beautiful legs. Most men frequently give me admiring glances. I feel that this greatly satisfies a woman's vanity.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days, and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he immediately enlisted in the military, and I quickly started working at an IT company. Because of the demands of my job, I soon saved up enough to buy a computer. In the evenings, besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet. After a while, I discovered some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.

After two years, he finally finished his military service and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married. Now we have a one-year-old baby. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and refused to let us live alone. We are very loving after marriage, and our parents also adore us. My father-in-law is 54 years old and works for a government-affiliated institution, while my mother-in-law is 52 and a typical housewife. They are both in good health. My mother-in-law keeps the house spotless during the day, which allows me to

relax after work without having to do housework, so I can spend more time with my husband. My work schedule often makes me dress casually at home; I prefer thin t-shirts and shorts, paired with 4-9 inch heels. Perhaps this attire, showcasing my legs, attracted my father-in-law's attention. A few months after our marriage, I noticed his eyes were always following me. I often found him secretly watching my every move, making me very uncomfortable. I wanted to tell my husband, but seeing how filial he is to my parents, I didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband came home very late from work, so I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably visited some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite sentimental and sometimes really make you have impure thoughts. Others use very elegant language, presenting erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a titled "The Love Story of a Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law" caught my attention and I started reading.

Oh my god! After reading that article, I no longer cared about my father-in-law's long-coveting gaze. Instead, I started to feel attracted to this man in his fifties and even wanted to try having sex with a man much older than me. From then on, whenever his gaze lingered on me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to subtly expose the parts of my body he wanted to see, intentionally or unintentionally, to satisfy both my desire to be watched and his voyeuristic desires. My father-in-law also became increasingly affectionate and caring towards me.

One hot Sunday, my husband went to work early in the morning to work overtime. My mother-in-law had some business at her parents' house, and around noon, after she prepared lunch, my uncle came to pick her up. It was just my father-in-law and me having lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the restaurant for lunch. I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my arms, and a simple white mini skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually. I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest, which made me a little uncomfortable, but also excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp, and I could no longer taste the delicious food my mother-in-law usually made.

I stood up, bent down, and ladled a bowl of soup for my father-in-law. Because the top button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open, making him drool with desire. Naturally, he wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, his eyes fixed on my not-so-large breasts. By the time I realized he was peeping, he had already forgotten to chew the food in his mouth. Seeing his eyes fixed on the parts that my bra couldn't cover, I became even more excited and deliberately slowed down my movements, letting him have his fill of the view.

Whether it was my father-in-law's distracted state or just a coincidence, after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up, and in that moment, my natural reaction was to slightly spread my legs, which were clad in 5-inch silver high heels. Sure enough, he didn't return to his seat to eat even after searching for a while, so I bent down to look at him.

He was unaware that I was looking at him. I saw his eyes staring directly at my lower body, revealing my two fair thighs clad in 5-inch silver high heels. Today, I was wearing a very transparent white sheer thong under my skirt, barely covering my private parts, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my bare legs, staring intently at my alluring lower body. I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open, leaving my lower body practically covered only by my underwear. His eyes made me feel as if he were caressing my swollen, bulging genitals. Seeing this, I suddenly felt my body heat up, fantasizing about the scenarios I had read online about fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law's love affairs. I sat in the chair, involuntarily wriggling my body, my thighs wide open, anticipating the old man's violation under the table.

Suddenly, my father-in-law snapped out of his reverie, turned around, and noticed me looking at him. Our eyes met, and we both

stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. A little disappointed, I asked, "Dad! What's wrong? Can't you find your chopsticks?" "Oh...yes...yes...I see...here..." he stammered, his voice slightly hesitant, as if he were swallowing hard. He immediately picked up his chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat.

After lunch, I cleared the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could properly hold the glass, I released it, spilling the juice all over him. I hurriedly apologized to my father-in-law, grabbed the box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and began wiping his body. Unexpectedly, my breasts were exposed, and my father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at them.

His trousers happened to have a lot of juice around the zipper area, so I used several tissues to wipe myself. Suddenly, I noticed something gradually bulging inside his trousers. Pretending not to notice, I used several more tissues to wipe it more vigorously. My father-in-law, unable to resist my teasing any longer, blushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing became rapid.

His hands gradually moved closer to mine, but I continued to pretend to wipe. Later, my father-in-law wrapped his arms around my slender waist, and I just wriggled my body, deliberately trying to keep him from getting too close. But his hands moved around my waist, and gradually became more and more brazen in their invasion. My heart pounded even harder as he explored me. His soft hands continued to rub against his sensitive spots. His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me towards him, and we were pressed together.

I was a little flustered and excited, but I still pretended to cry out "Oh…!" and didn't back down.

I deliberately tried to break free from him gently, blushing as I said, "No!"

He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. I still said, "No..."

He slipped his tongue into my ear, and I cried out, my whole body trembling. His left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand touched my breast, gently pressing it.

"Ah! No...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..."

I started babbling incoherently. He ignored me and said, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Why can't I, as his father, have one too..."

He forcefully pulled my hand into his arms, making me turn around. I lay back on the sofa, and he rolled over onto me, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt. I deliberately shook my head to avoid him, but soon he was kissing me anyway. He simply pulled my bra up to my breasts, opened his mouth and took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it. I grabbed his hand and moaned softly, "Ah...ah..."

He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my genitals. I gradually felt faint, breathing heavily, my hands slowly enveloping his head, though I kept saying, "No...no..."

Perhaps sensing my reaction, he stopped for a moment, pressing down on me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes to look at him, and he said, "My good daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten what a delicacy like you is. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching your body every day, hoping to have the chance to try a young and beautiful woman like you."

"Dad...but...if Ah Jing (my husband) and Mom...find out..."

"No buts! Just this once. As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know!"

"Good wife, can you just do this once? I have really been fascinated by your body for several months. As long as you are at home, I want to have you, your face, your breasts, especially those snow-white legs. Those beautiful legs in high heels are in my mind all the time."

As the old man talked, his hands were never idle for a moment. He kept gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and index finger. After hearing that compliment again, I felt that my nipples, which were only as big as a bean, seemed to harden and get bigger all of a sudden when he twisted them with his thumb and index finger.

Really, I am still hotter than my husband, and he teases me better than my husband. In addition, I recently had the idea of trying out what it’s like to have sex with a man who is much older than me, and my love interest became less and less resistant to him. But after all, he was my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brought a mix of love and fear of being hurt.

"But..." His hands rubbed me so hard that my breathing became labored and rapid.

"Good daughter-in-law, no more 'buts'! Take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and won't let my son bully you."

When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but deep down I was still very happy to hear it. However, I still couldn't agree to him immediately; I had to pretend a little longer.

"But...but..."

He disregarded everything, bending down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind my back to unhook my bra, easily removing it. A pair of white, tender, and full breasts were revealed, and I quickly covered them with my hands. He stopped my hands, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, licking and sweeping the tip with his tongue, feeling it gradually swell and harden in his mouth. He was definitely more experienced than my husband.

A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me and using his left hand to rub the nipple he had just been sucking on. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked into my left breast, drawing the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple.

Oh my god! This feeling was so wonderful! My husband and I had never experienced such foreplay. I felt my underwear was soaked, my body was too weak to resist, and my heart had convinced me that I didn't need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and choose this older man. Perhaps today he could give me the tenderness I could never experience with my husband. I decided to surrender to him.

He continued to suckle while forcefully thrusting his large penis into my genitals. Soon, I began to moan softly, "Mmm...mmm..." as I grew increasingly aroused. My hands gradually enveloped his head, demanding more from him.

He knew I was already delirious with pleasure, so he boldly freed his left hand and slid it from my left breast down my smooth, sexy abdomen to my leg, slipping it inside the opening of my skirt. His hand first touched my delicate, hot thigh, clad in 5-inch silver high heels, and he caressed it tenderly.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..."

His mouth was still sucking on my left breast. His body slid down to the sofa, kneeling beside me, and he began to gently bite my nipple, his left hand still gently caressing my legs, which were clad in 5-inch silver high heels.

"Mmm...ah..." I moaned contentedly as he bit me.

Then his mouth and tongue slowly licked and kissed my left breast, down my smooth abdomen, and down to my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which added to the stimulation. My whole body trembled uncontrollably with a tingling sensation. I sat up slightly and leaned my head against the armrest of the sofa, half-lying down. I could see more clearly the warmth he was giving me. I spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover them, and they were completely open. He knelt at my feet and buried his head in my pink legs, which were clad in 5-inch silver heels. He looked at my alluring lower body. With my skirt open, I was only covered by my panties. My white, very transparent sheer thong, tied with bows on both sides, was already soaked and transparent with my vaginal fluids, so it couldn't hide the dark shadow beneath. A lot of pubic hair was also visible on both sides of the sheer fabric, making my private parts look swollen and bulging.

He drooled, and said jealously to my husband, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut...you're truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son; he's luckier than me, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy."

"Father...father-in-law..."

"You little slut, I only found out today that you're a whore too. I love your little thong to death..."

"Hmm...father-in-law, I'm not coming anymore..."

He swallowed, then rubbed my private parts with his right index finger. I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah...ah..."

He rubbed faster and faster, and my body trembled. My entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger assault and lowered his head to lick the nectar from the fabric. He pulled on the bows of my panties, slowly untying them and pulling them down. My pubic hair came out, and I offered a token resistance before letting him take them off.

"Ah...ah..."

After they were off, I wasn't ashamed and kept my legs, clad in 5-inch silver high heels, wide open so he could see clearly.

His eyes widened as he stared at my beautiful vulva, his pleasure growing with each glance.

"You little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was already sticking out. If I'd known you were a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today."

As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, exposing my vulva completely to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips, instantly giving me goosebumps.

"Oh... um... um..."

He began to lick me with his tongue, first on my clitoris, licking it from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably. Then he sucked along my labia, occasionally probing deep into my vagina with his tongue, making me moan loudly.

"Ah...ah...Dad...gently...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..."

"Don't call me Dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me...brother...from now on call me brother."

My juices started flowing again, and he licked them all away, relentlessly attacking my most sensitive spot.

"Ouch...so good...ah...brother...ah...mmm...mmm..."

I kept thrusting my vulva towards his mouth, "Ouch... ah... ah... brother... stop... this... I can't take it... ah... um... no more... oh... no more..."

He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth full of precum, looking utterly disheveled. He took off his clothes. I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Oh!" in amazement at its magnificence.

"Isn't my son's penis this big?" he asked me, and I shook my head shyly.

He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!"

He came to me, took my slender hand and made me grasp his large penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, and even had some blue veins. It felt like it was about to burst from my stroking. He held my head with both hands and pushed it towards his large penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently rubbing his testicles with my right.

"Good girl, good...so good, again!" He grabbed my head even harder and shouted, "Good girl...good wife, oh...so good!"

I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth. I would occasionally glance at him to see his reaction. His blood rushed to his groin and then to his brain. I licked his glans with my tongue, occasionally gently biting it with my teeth. "Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..."

He was extremely excited, his legs were a little weak, and he could barely support his body. He pushed me down onto the sofa and lay on top of me. At this moment, our naked bodies were pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "You're so good. You're even better at licking than your mother-in-law."

I cooperated by spreading my legs, which were wearing 5-inch silver high heels. His impatient penis was rushing around, unable to find the entrance to my tender hole. So I moved my buttocks to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance, which was already overflowing with lustful fluid. His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my opening dozens of times before parting my labia and thrusting forward to shove the glans inside. The entire penis was fully inserted, swallowed by my cunt.

"Ah... um... so good..." I began to moan lasciviously, and he continued to work diligently.

"Ah...ah...ouch...oh...good father-in-law..."

"You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..."

"Ah...good...husband...ah...so good...you...ah...so good..."

I wrapped my legs, clad in 5-inch silver high heels, high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his, shouting loudly, "Mmm...good husband...dear...brother...sister...so...comfortable...so...good..."

"My slutty sister, today I've finally relieved my pent-up desires of months!"

"Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband...ah...ah..."

"From now on, I'm your good father-in-law, your sweetheart, and your big cock...dear...brother..."

"Ah...husband...father...you're killing me...oh...oh...big cock...brother...brother...faster...thrust...thrust...faster...harder...ah...ah..."

I blurted out random words, and he thrust even harder, his cock indeed becoming more erect.

"Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..."

"Slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?"

"Hmm...ah...dear father-in-law...is better..."

"Hmm...like this...is it good...father-in-law's...cock...is it big...does it make you...beautiful...your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than...your mother-in-law's pussy...I feel so...good...it's so comfortable...I love...you...love...you"

"Mmm...mmm...you're so good...so amazing...ah...ah...your...penis...is making my bones...feel...melt...better than your son's...ah...it's hitting the core...ah..."

He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband. Our incestuous lust fueled our burning desire. He really was better at fucking me than my husband. "Oh...oh..." I gently bit his shoulder: "So good...good brother...ah...I want you...I want you to fuck me every day...ah...I'm so beautiful..."

"Really?" he asked, "Is my son worse than me?"

"He...ah...he also fucks me...mmm...very good...ah...dear brother...you...fuck...more good than him..."

"Ah...ouch...this feels so good...ah...but...from now on...ah...you're my...husband...ah...yes...harder...ah..."

Stimulated by my words, he thrust even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his fucking that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...I'm coming..."

My voice suddenly rose: "Ah!...ah!..."

"Ah...ah...I'm almost there...I'm coming...ah..." My vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I orgasmed.

He didn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he thrust his middle finger in, squeezing a portion inside my anus. I cried out in even greater pleasure.

"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..."

He attacked from both ends, and I swayed my entire buttocks like waves. My juices flowed continuously towards his glans, and I orgasmed repeatedly. My vagina trembled and contracted incessantly, making him unable to hold back any longer.
His glans began to swell even more, and he thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick semen spraying deep into my vagina.

"Oh...good daughter-in-law...sexy...wife...I'm coming..."

"Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quickly give...me...all...your...children...and...grandchildren..."

"Okay...okay...all...to...you...ah...ah...so good...so good..."

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we lay sprawled on the sofa, unwilling to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt.

After that, we often found opportunities to make love. For example, when my husband was away on business, I wouldn't lock the door, and he would sneak into my room while my mother-in-law was asleep to be intimate with me. Sometimes, when we didn't have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work to have sex at a motel. Our relationship has lasted for over a year now, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know. My father-in-law also treated me like his wife behind my mother-in-law's back, showering me with even more affection.

With the care of two men—my husband and father-in-law—my life became even more vibrant. However, sometimes my conscience bothered me. I often wondered whose father my son was.

I tried to end this relationship, but once you're on the boat, it's hard to get off. Whenever my father-in-law wanted to have sex with me, I couldn't resist his temptation because he could give me so much—stimulation and pleasure that my husband couldn't provide. After each time, I would tell myself again and again that this was the last time, but I still couldn't stop.

I believe that once a woman has an affair, it's like becoming addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit. I don't encourage every woman to be like me. However, having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability always bring me to orgasm repeatedly, leaving me feeling blissful and relaxed…

I'm 27 years old this year, a college graduate. Although I'm not entirely satisfied with my appearance, most people compliment me. I'm 165cm tall and weigh 50kg, with an oval face. I love my legs the most; they're not only well-proportioned but also have fair and delicate skin. Therefore, I love wearing miniskirts and high heels. When I walk down the street, regardless of gender, everyone's eyes are always drawn to my beautiful legs. Most of the men frequently cast admiring glances at me. I felt my vanity was greatly satisfied at that moment.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days, and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he immediately enlisted in the army, and I quickly started working at an IT company. Because of the job, I soon saved up enough money to buy a computer. In the evenings, besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet. After a while, I also learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.

After waiting for two years, he finally retired from the military and found a high-tech job. We finally got married two years ago. Now we have a one-year-old baby. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and refused to let us live alone. We are very loving after marriage, and our parents also love us very much. My father-in-law is 54 years old and works in a public institution, and my mother-in-law is 52 years old and a typical housewife. They are both in good health. My mother-in-law keeps the house spotless during the day, which means I don't have to do housework after work and can spend all my time with my husband.

My work pressure usually makes me dress more casually at home. I like to wear light t-shirts and shorts, and 4-9 inch high heels. Perhaps it was my outfit, which showcased my shapely legs, that attracted my father-in-law's attention. A few months after our marriage, I noticed his eyes were always glued to me. I frequently found him spying on my every move, making my life incredibly uncomfortable. I wanted to tell my husband, but seeing how filial he was to his parents, I didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband came home very late from work, so I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably visited some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make one's imagination run wild. Others use very elegant language, presenting erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a titled "The Love Story of a Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law" caught

my eye and drew me in. Good heavens! After reading that article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's long-coveting gaze. Instead, I started to feel attracted to this man in his fifties, and even wanted to try having sex with a man much older than me. From then on, whenever his eyes peeked at me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy both my being spied on and his voyeuristic desires. Moreover, my father-in-law became increasingly affectionate and caring towards me.

One hot Sunday, my husband went to work early in the morning. My mother-in-law had some business at her parents' house, and around noon, after she prepared lunch, her uncle came to pick her up. It was just my father-in-law and me having lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the restaurant. I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my arms, and a simple white mini skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we chatted casually while we ate. I noticed that my father-in-law was staring intently at my chest, which made me a little uncomfortable, but also excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp, and the food my mother-in-law usually cooked didn't taste right.

I stood up, bent down, and ladled a bowl of soup for my father-in-law. Because the top button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open, making him drool with desire. Naturally, he wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, his eyes fixed on my not-so-large breasts. By the time I realized he was peeping, he had already forgotten to chew the food in his mouth. Seeing his eyes fixed on the parts that my bra couldn't cover, I became even more excited and deliberately slowed down my movements, letting him have his fill of the view.

Whether it was my father-in-law's distracted state or just a coincidence, after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up, and in that moment, my natural reaction was to slightly spread my legs, which were clad in 5-inch silver high heels. Sure enough, he didn't return to his seat to eat even after searching for a while, so I bent down to look at him.

He was unaware that I was looking at him. I saw his eyes staring directly at my lower body, revealing my two fair thighs clad in 5-inch silver high heels. Today, I was wearing a very transparent white sheer thong under my skirt, barely covering my private parts, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my bare legs, staring intently at my alluring lower body. I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open, leaving my lower body practically covered only by my underwear. His eyes made me feel as if he were caressing my swollen, bulging genitals. Seeing this, I suddenly felt my body heat up, fantasizing about the scenarios I had read online about fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law's love affairs. I sat in the chair, involuntarily wriggling my body, my thighs wide open, anticipating the old man's violation under the table.

Suddenly, my father-in-law snapped out of his reverie, turned around, and noticed me looking at him. Our eyes met, and we both

stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. A little disappointed, I asked, "Dad! What's wrong? Can't you find your chopsticks?" "Oh...yes...yes...I see...here..." he stammered, his voice slightly hesitant, as if he were swallowing hard. He immediately picked up his chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat.

After lunch, I cleared the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could properly hold the glass, I released it, spilling the juice all over him. I hurriedly apologized to my father-in-law, grabbed the box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and began wiping his body. Unexpectedly, my breasts were exposed, and my father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at them.

His trousers happened to have a lot of juice around the zipper area, so I used several tissues to wipe myself. Suddenly, I noticed something gradually bulging inside his trousers. Pretending not to notice, I used several more tissues to wipe it more vigorously. My father-in-law, unable to resist my teasing any longer, blushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing became rapid.

His hands gradually moved closer to mine, but I continued to pretend to wipe. Later, my father-in-law wrapped his arms around my slender waist, and I just wriggled my body, deliberately trying to keep him from getting too close. But his hands moved around my waist, and gradually became more and more brazen in their invasion. My heart pounded even harder as he explored me. His soft hands continued to rub against his sensitive spots. His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me towards him, and we were pressed together.

I was a little flustered and excited, but I still pretended to cry out "Oh…!" and didn't back down.

I deliberately tried to break free from him gently, blushing as I said, "No!"

He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. I still said, "No..."

He slipped his tongue into my ear, and I cried out, my whole body trembling. His left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand touched my breast, gently pressing it.

"Ah! No...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..."

I started babbling incoherently. He ignored me and said, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Why can't I, as his father, have one too..."

He forcefully pulled my hand into his arms, making me turn around. I lay back on the sofa, and he rolled over onto me, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt. I deliberately shook my head to avoid him, but soon he was kissing me anyway. He simply pulled my bra up to my breasts, opened his mouth and took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it. I grabbed his hand and moaned softly, "Ah...ah..."

He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my genitals. I gradually felt faint, breathing heavily, my hands slowly enveloping his head, though I kept saying, "No...no..."

Perhaps sensing my reaction, he stopped for a moment, pressing down on me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes to look at him, and he said, "My good daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten what a delicacy like you is. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching your body every day, hoping to have the chance to try a young and beautiful woman like you."

"Dad...but...if Ah Jing (my husband) and Mom...find out..."

"No buts! Just this once. As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know!"

"Good wife, can you just do this once? I have really been fascinated by your body for several months. As long as you are at home, I want to have you, your face, your breasts, especially those snow-white legs. Those beautiful legs in high heels are in my mind all the time."

As the old man talked, his hands were never idle for a moment. He kept gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and index finger. After hearing that compliment again, I felt that my nipples, which were only as big as a bean, seemed to harden and get bigger all of a sudden when he twisted them with his thumb and index finger.

Really, I am still hotter than my husband, and he teases me better than my husband. In addition, I recently had the idea of trying out what it’s like to have sex with a man who is much older than me, and my love interest became less and less resistant to him. But after all, he was my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brought a mix of love and fear of being hurt.

"But..." His hands rubbed me so hard that my breathing became labored and rapid.

"Good daughter-in-law, no more 'buts'! Take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and won't let my son bully you."

When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but deep down I was still very happy to hear it. However, I still couldn't agree to him immediately; I had to pretend a little longer.

"But...but..."

He disregarded everything, bending down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind my back to unhook my bra, easily removing it. A pair of white, tender, and full breasts were revealed, and I quickly covered them with my hands. He stopped my hands, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, licking and sweeping the tip with his tongue, feeling it gradually swell and harden in his mouth. He was definitely more experienced than my husband.

A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me and using his left hand to rub the nipple he had just been sucking on. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked into my left breast, drawing the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple.

Oh my god! This feeling was so wonderful! My husband and I had never experienced such foreplay. I felt my underwear was soaked, my body was too weak to resist, and my heart had convinced me that I didn't need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and choose this older man. Perhaps today he could give me the tenderness I could never experience with my husband. I decided to surrender to him.

He continued to suckle while forcefully thrusting his large penis into my genitals. Soon, I began to moan softly, "Mmm...mmm..." as I grew increasingly aroused. My hands gradually enveloped his head, demanding more from him.

He knew I was already delirious with pleasure, so he boldly freed his left hand and slid it from my left breast down my smooth, sexy abdomen to my leg, slipping it inside the opening of my skirt. His hand first touched my delicate, hot thigh, clad in 5-inch silver high heels, and he caressed it tenderly.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..."

His mouth was still sucking on my left breast. His body slid down to the sofa, kneeling beside me, and he began to gently bite my nipple, his left hand still gently caressing my legs, which were clad in 5-inch silver high heels.

"Mmm...ah..." I moaned contentedly as he bit me.

Then his mouth and tongue slowly licked and kissed my left breast, down my smooth abdomen, and down to my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which added to the stimulation. My whole body trembled uncontrollably with a tingling sensation. I sat up slightly and leaned my head against the armrest of the sofa, half-lying down. I could see more clearly the warmth he was giving me. I spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover them, and they were completely open. He knelt at my feet and buried his head in my pink legs, which were clad in 5-inch silver heels. He looked at my alluring lower body. With my skirt open, I was only covered by my panties. My white, very transparent sheer thong, tied with bows on both sides, was already soaked and transparent with my vaginal fluids, so it couldn't hide the dark shadow beneath. A lot of pubic hair was also visible on both sides of the sheer fabric, making my private parts look swollen and bulging.

He drooled, and said jealously to my husband, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut...you're truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son; he's luckier than me, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy."

"Father...father-in-law..."

"You little slut, I only found out today that you're a whore too. I love your little thong to death..."

"Hmm...father-in-law, I'm not coming anymore..."

He swallowed, then rubbed my private parts with his right index finger. I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah...ah..."

He rubbed faster and faster, and my body trembled. My entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger assault and lowered his head to lick the nectar from the fabric. He pulled on the bows of my panties, slowly untying them and pulling them down. My pubic hair came out, and I offered a token resistance before letting him take them off.

"Ah...ah..."

After they were off, I wasn't ashamed and kept my legs, clad in 5-inch silver high heels, wide open so he could see clearly.

His eyes widened as he stared at my beautiful vulva, his pleasure growing with each glance.

"You little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was already sticking out. If I'd known you were a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today."

As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, exposing my vulva completely to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips, instantly giving me goosebumps.

"Oh... um... um..."

He began to lick me with his tongue, first on my clitoris, licking it from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably. Then he sucked along my labia, occasionally probing deep into my vagina with his tongue, making me moan loudly.

"Ah...ah...Dad...gently...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..."

"Don't call me Dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me...brother...from now on call me brother."

My juices started flowing again, and he licked them all away, relentlessly attacking my most sensitive spot.

"Ouch...so good...ah...brother...ah...mmm...mmm..."

I kept thrusting my vulva towards his mouth, "Ouch... ah... ah... brother... stop... this... I can't take it... ah... um... no more... oh... no more..."

He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth full of precum, looking utterly disheveled. He took off his clothes. I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Oh!" in amazement at its magnificence.

"Isn't my son's penis this big?" he asked me, and I shook my head shyly.

He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!"

He came to me, took my slender hand and made me grasp his large penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, and even had some blue veins. It felt like it was about to burst from my stroking. He held my head with both hands and pushed it towards his large penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently rubbing his testicles with my right.

"Good girl, good...so good, again!" He grabbed my head even harder and shouted, "Good girl...good wife, oh...so good!"

I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth. I would occasionally glance at him to see his reaction. His blood rushed to his groin and then to his brain. I licked his glans with my tongue, occasionally gently biting it with my teeth. "Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..."

He was extremely excited, his legs were a little weak, and he could barely support his body. He pushed me down onto the sofa and lay on top of me. At this moment, our naked bodies were pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "You're so good. You're even better at licking than your mother-in-law."

I cooperated by spreading my legs, which were wearing 5-inch silver high heels. His impatient penis was rushing around, unable to find the entrance to my tender hole. So I moved my buttocks to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance, which was already overflowing with lustful fluid. His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my opening dozens of times before parting my labia and thrusting forward to shove the glans inside. The entire penis was fully inserted, swallowed by my cunt.

"Ah... um... so good..." I began to moan lasciviously, and he continued to work diligently.

"Ah...ah...ouch...oh...good father-in-law..."

"You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..."

"Ah...good...husband...ah...so good...you...ah...so good..."

I wrapped my legs, clad in 5-inch silver high heels, high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his, shouting loudly, "Mmm...good husband...dear...brother...sister...so...comfortable...so...good..."

"My slutty sister, today I've finally relieved my pent-up desires of months!"

"Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband...ah...ah..."

"From now on, I'm your good father-in-law, your sweetheart, and your big cock...dear...brother..."

"Ah...husband...father...you're killing me...oh...oh...big cock...brother...brother...faster...thrust...thrust...faster...harder...ah...ah..."

I blurted out random words, and he thrust even harder, his cock indeed becoming more erect.

"Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..."

"Slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?"

"Hmm...ah...dear father-in-law...is better..."

"Hmm...like this...is it good...father-in-law's...cock...is it big...does it make you...beautiful...your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than...your mother-in-law's pussy...I feel so...good...it's so comfortable...I love...you...love...you"

"Mmm...mmm...you're so good...so amazing...ah...ah...your...penis...is making my bones...feel...melt...better than your son's...ah...it's hitting the core...ah..."

He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband. Our incestuous lust fueled our burning desire. He really was better at fucking me than my husband. "Oh...oh..." I gently bit his shoulder: "So good...good brother...ah...I want you...I want you to fuck me every day...ah...I'm so beautiful..."

"Really?" he asked, "Is my son worse than me?"

"He...ah...he also fucks me...mmm...very good...ah...dear brother...you...fuck...more good than him..."

"Ah...ouch...this feels so good...ah...but...from now on...ah...you're my...husband...ah...yes...harder...ah..."

Stimulated by my words, he thrust even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his fucking that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...I'm coming..."

My voice suddenly rose: "Ah!...ah!..."

"Ah...ah...I'm almost there...I'm coming...ah..." My vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I orgasmed.

He didn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he thrust his middle finger in, squeezing a portion inside my anus. I cried out in even greater pleasure.

"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..."

He attacked from both ends, and I swayed my entire buttocks like waves. My juices flowed continuously towards his glans, and I orgasmed repeatedly. My vagina trembled and contracted incessantly, making him unable to hold back any longer.
His glans began to swell even more, and he thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick semen spraying deep into my vagina.

"Oh...good daughter-in-law...sexy...wife...I'm coming..."

"Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quickly give...me...all...your...children...and...grandchildren..."

"Okay...okay...all...to...you...ah...ah...so good...so good..."

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we lay sprawled on the sofa, unwilling to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt.

After that, we often found opportunities to make love. For example, when my husband was away on business, I wouldn't lock the door, and he would sneak into my room while my mother-in-law was asleep to be intimate with me. Sometimes, when we didn't have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work to have sex at a motel. Our relationship has lasted for over a year now, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know. My father-in-law also treated me like his wife behind my mother-in-law's back, showering me with even more affection.

With the care of two men—my husband and father-in-law—my life became even more vibrant. However, sometimes my conscience bothered me. I often wondered whose father my son was.

I tried to end this relationship, but once you're on the boat, it's hard to get off. Whenever my father-in-law wanted to have sex with me, I couldn't resist his temptation because he could give me so much—stimulation and pleasure that my husband couldn't provide. After each time, I would tell myself again and again that this was the last time, but I still couldn't stop.

I believe that once a woman has an affair, it's like becoming addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit. I don't encourage every woman to be like me. However, having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful technique, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm repeatedly, leaving me feeling blissful, relaxed, and happy…

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