My father-in-law gripped my snow-white, high, and firm breasts tightly with both hands.

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Before university, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful. But since graduating from high school, my appearance and figure have changed quite a bit. I was surprised and pleased with these changes. Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When old classmates meet me, they always look at me in astonishment and say things like, "Ah! You've changed! So beautiful!" or "You've really become so beautiful!" I love my legs the most; they're not only evenly sized, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Therefore, I love wearing miniskirts and tank tops. This allows me to fully display my ample breasts, slender waist, round and full hips, and long, shapely legs, making my walk graceful and captivating. Whether male or female, people's eyes are always drawn to my stunning figure. Most men frequently cast admiring glances at me, some even staring in disbelief. I feel that my vanity as a woman is greatly satisfied at that moment.

My husband was my classmate in college. We started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome, and our classmates envied us a lot. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly got a job at an IT company. Because of the job requirements, I saved up enough money to buy a computer soon after starting work. 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 two years, he finally finished his military service and found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married. Because he is an only child, his parents wanted us to stay with them and didn't want us to live alone. After marriage, we are very loving, and our parents also dote on us.

Luckily, I don't have to do housework after work and can spend all my time with my husband. My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more comfortable clothes. I love wearing a short skirt with a thin t-shirt. Perhaps it's because this outfit shows off my stunning figure and beautiful legs that I attracted my father-in-law's attention. A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed his eyes were always following me. I often found him leering at my every move, which sometimes made me feel uncomfortable. I wanted to subtly hint to him at a suitable time that he shouldn't be looking at me like that. But seeing how filial my husband is to my parents, I really didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably stumbled upon some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make you fantasize. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a title caught my eye: "The Lustful Father-in-Law Battles the Promiscuous Daughter-in-Law," which drew me in. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a boldly explicit and extremely provocative article that made my body heat up. My hands unconsciously caressed my entire body, my nipples hardened, and my genitals secreted copious amounts of fluid, soaking my underwear. Good heavens! After reading this article, I no longer cared about my father-in-law's lecherous gaze; instead, I began to feel a strange attraction to this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity: I wanted to experience what it was like to have sex with a man much older than me. From then on, whenever his gaze secretly fell upon me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my feeling of being spied on and his voyeuristic desires. And I noticed that my father-in-law was also becoming more and more affectionate and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive. The incident happened one day, almost three months after my marriage. It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work overtime early in the morning. Around noon, my mother-in-law had just prepared lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying that there was something going on at my parents' home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away. Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch together. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch. I was wearing a loose, oversized thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because of the heat, I chose a loose, small white bra, the kind that just covered the nipples, supported the lower part of the breasts, but left the upper part of the breasts, most of the orbs, exposed. I was wearing a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually. But I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly eyeing me, making me a little uncomfortable, yet secretly excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp. My heart was filled with excitement and a little panicked, and I couldn't even taste the flavor of my mother-in-law's signature dishes anymore. I stood up, bent down, and served my father-in-law a bowl of soup. Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open, half-revealed, half-exposed. My father-in-law naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, his gaze fixed on my full and high breasts. I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew his food. He stared lustfully at the parts my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing down my movements so he could see enough. I don't know if my father-in-law was completely distracted or if it was just a coincidence, but 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. My natural reaction at that moment was to slightly spread my legs, giving him an "opportunity" to peek inside. Sure enough, he searched for a long time but still didn't return to his seat to eat, so I bent down to look at him. He didn't know I was looking at him. His eyes were fixed on my lower body, specifically on the patch of my skirt that revealed my two fair thighs. Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, barely covering the important area in front of my vulva, with a few pubic hairs showing on both sides. My father-in-law was lying on the ground, his eyes almost right in front of my pink legs, staring intently at my lower body. I spread my legs even wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was now only covered by the small, transparent thong. His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were caressing my swollen, throbbing genitals. Suddenly, I felt my body heat up, and images of those erotic scenes from online articles about "lustful father-in-law versus slutty daughter-in-law" flashed through my mind. I sat in my chair, involuntarily shifting my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man's advances under the table. My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looking up to find me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. I was a little disappointed. I pretended nothing was wrong and asked, "Dad! What's wrong?! Can't you find your chopsticks?" "Oh…yes…yes…I see…here…" he stammered, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke. He picked up the 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 in the living room, and I, the biggest fool, watched TV. After cleaning up, I poured him a glass of juice. As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled. Before my father-in-law could even catch the cup properly, I let go, and the juice spilled all over him. I quickly apologized, grabbed the tissue box from the coffee table, bent down, and started wiping him all over. Bending over, my breasts were exposed again, my smooth, white mounds seemingly about to burst out! My father-in-law, who was sitting there like a complete fool, stared intently at my chest. The most spilled juice happened to be under his zipper, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping there… I noticed something bulging under his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder. My teasing became unbearable; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing quickened. He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me… I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice. Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law's strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately break free, but rather to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more brazen invading my surroundings. My heart pounded even harder as he explored me, my soft hands still rubbing his increasingly sensitive, raised area. His hands moved down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together. I felt a little flustered and excited, but I still feigned surprise with a soft "Oh…!" without trying to escape or back down. I deliberately tried to gently pull away from him, blushing, and said, "No!" He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe… I still said, "No…" He then slipped his tongue into my ear. I cried out, "Ah!" My whole body went limp and trembled. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and his right hand on 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 continued his lewd advances. I only heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife, why can't I, as his father..." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled my hand into his arms, making me turn around. I also lay down on him, pretending to be a complete idiot. He rolled over and pressed himself against me, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt. I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway. He lifted my shirt, pushed my small white bra up to my breasts, and opened his mouth to suckle my pink nipple gently. "Ah...ah..." I moaned softly. He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my genitals. Feeling dizzy, I gasped for breath, my hands gradually encircling his head, though I kept saying, "No...no..." He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped temporarily, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him. He said to me, "My good daughter-in-law, since my mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that there's such a delicacy as you in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body, hoping for a chance to experience a young and beautiful woman like you!" "Dad...but...if Ah Bin (my husband) and Mom...find out..." "No 'buts,' just give me this once, okay?! As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know...good daughter-in-law, just this once, okay? I've really been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you're home, I want to possess you all the time! Your pretty face, your ample breasts, your full arms...""Especially those snow-white, beautiful legs, they're constantly on my mind..." The old man said, his hands never idle, gently kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. My nipples, originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his fingers, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, old foxes are spicier; he's better at teasing me than my husband. Coupled with my recent desire to try making love with a man much older than me, I'm becoming increasingly powerless against him. But after all, he's my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brings a mix of love and fear—a fear of being hurt. "...But..." Under his kneading with both palms and fingers, I gasped for breath, unable to speak. "Good wife, stop with the 'buts, 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 offer, say anything, and a woman will still be very happy to hear it. But I still couldn't agree to him right away, I still had to pretend a little longer: "...but...but..." He was already reckless, leaning down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind me to unhook my bra, easily taking it off. A pair of white, tender, full and firm breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands. He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, his mouth moving down to the nipple of my right breast, then licking the nipple back and forth with his tongue, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. He really was more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband. A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me while his left hand rubbed the nipple he had just sucked on. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked on my left breast, as if trying to draw it entirely into his mouth. His tongue circled my nipple. Oh my god! This feeling is so wonderful! My husband has never flirted with me like this. I felt the love juices from my genitals soaking my panties. My body was too weak to resist anymore, and my heart convinced me: "I don't need to pretend anymore. I should forget my husband for now and accept this excited old man. Perhaps today he can give me the kind of intimacy I'll never experience with my husband!" I decided to surrender. He continued to suckle while forcefully thrusting his hot, thick penis against my genitals. Soon, I let out muffled moans of "Mmm...mmm..." and felt an overwhelming urge to climax. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more from him… He seemed to understand my desires perfectly. He freed his left hand from my right breast, slid it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my legs, and slipped it inside my short skirt… First, he touched my tender, burning thighs, and then boldly, reluctantly, caressed them. “Mmm… mmm… ah… ah…” My moans grew louder. His mouth was still sucking on my left breast. His body slid down to the large, dazed chair next to me, kneeling beside me. He used both his hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, his mouth sucking on my breasts and gently biting my nipples. “Mmm… ah…” I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from the bites. Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast across my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which added to the stimulation, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably... I sat up slightly, leaning my head against the armrest of the "number one fool" chair, half-reclining, and saw more clearly the tenderness he was giving me... I also spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover them, completely open on both sides. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body... After the skirt was open, I was only left with my panties. My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from being wet with my juices, unable to hide the dark shadow beneath, and many pubic hairs were visible on both sides of the sheer fabric, making my private parts look swollen and bulging. He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, little slut...you're truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, being able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy!...His life is so much better than mine..." "Father...father-in-law..." "Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs...I love your little thong to death!" "Mmm...father-in-law, no..." He swallowed hard, and through the thin, transparent thong, he rubbed my private parts with his right index finger. I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah...ah..." He rubbed faster and faster, my body trembling, and my entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger attack, lowered his head to lick the honey-like fluid on the thin fabric, and with both hands pulled the bows on both sides of my thong, slowly untying and pulling it down...my pubic hair came out... "Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my thong. After taking it off, I wasn't ashamed at all, still spreading my legs wide so he could see clearly. His eyes were wide open, staring at my beautiful vulva, the more he looked, the more he loved it. "Little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy, some of it was already sticking out of your panties when you were wearing them. If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, my tender vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips. "Oh... um... um..." Like being electrocuted, I went limp. He began to "eat" me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably. Then he sucked and licked along my labia, the two fleshy parts... occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue deep into my vagina, making me let out loud moans. "Ah...ah...Dad...be gentle...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..." "Don't call me Dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me...brother...call me brother from now on!" Waves of my juices flowed out, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking that one spot that was killing me. "Ouch...what am I going to do...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um...um..." I kept pushing my vulva toward 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 juices, looking 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 surprise at its magnificence. It must be at least eight inches long, at least two inches longer and thicker than my husband's. "Isn't my son's penis this big?" he asked me. 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 burning hot penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft—both cute and scary… I stroked his hard penis up and down without stopping. He held my head in his hands and pushed it towards his 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. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely… "Good girl, good…so good, again…" He grabbed my head even harder and cried out, "Good girl…good wife, oh…so good!!!" I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, and I would occasionally glance at him to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with arousal, his expression radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally nibbling at it with my teeth… “Mmm… mmm… good… mmm… again…” He was at the peak of excitement, pushing me down onto me, lying face down. He pressed himself against me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly, saying, “You’re so good. You’re even better at licking than your mother-in-law was when she was young.” I cooperated by spreading my legs, his impatient penis darting around, unable to find the entrance to my tender hole. I moved my hips to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids. His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my entrance dozens of times before parting my labia and thrusting forward, shoving the glans inside. After a few more thrusts, his entire penis was inside, swallowed by my wet hole. "Ah... um... so good..." I started moaning lasciviously. He began to work harder. "Ah... ah... ouch... oh... good father-in-law... you're so big..." "You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..." "Ah... good father... husband... ah... so good... you... ah... so big....""It's so hot..." I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his thrusts, shouting, "Mmm...good husband...good...brother...brother...sister...so...comfortable...so...good..." "My good slut, I finally got you today...I've finally satisfied my pent-up desires of the past few months!!!" "Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband...ah...ah..." "From now on, I'll be your good father-in-law, your big cock...dear brother...brother...you're my darling...lover..." "Ah...good husband...husband...you're killing me...you're so big...so hard...so amazing...oh...oh...big cock...brother...brother...faster...thrust...thrust...faster...a little...harder...to the left...ah...right there...ah...so comfortable...Yue, a little harder...ah..." I shouted randomly. He thrust even harder, and his cock was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's, it was truly amazing. "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...he...is okay...but not as good as...you...dear father-in-law...you're better...you're so good at...fucking..." "Hmm...like this...is it good?..." He thrust and rubbed with both hands: "Is father-in-law's...penis...big?...does it feel good to fuck you?...Your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than...your mother-in-law's when she was young...I feel so...good...you're squeezing me...so comfortable...I love...you...love...you..." "Hmm...hmm...you're so great...so amazing...ah...ah...your...penis...fucking my bones...is so...melted...it's so much better than your son...ah...you've hit my G-spot again...ah..." He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband! The incestuous stimulation amplified our lust. He really was better at fucking me than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after only two or three hundred thrusts; but he had already thrust more than a thousand times and was still attacking me fiercely. "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, "How do I compare to my son?" "He...ah...he also fucks me...um...very good...but...dear brother...you...are better...stronger...you do it...it's incomparable to him, I...feel so good I'm dying..." Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper and harder, pressing tightly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding... "Ah...oh...it really feels so good...ah...so good...from now on...ah...you are my...husband.ah...yes...like that...harder...ah..." Hearing my words, his penis fucked even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his ministrations that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I climaxed. I couldn't help but shout: "Ah!...ah!...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..." He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with my juices. 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 even more pleasure. "Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...so...so...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." With him attacking from both ends, my plump, white buttocks swayed like waves. He continued thrusting, penetrating, and grinding, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My juices flowed incessantly towards his glans, I experienced repeated orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting... After about ten more minutes, my orgasms were continuous, I estimated he had thrust in and out over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more... He thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my core. "Oh...good wife...slutty...woman...I'm coming..." "Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quick...give...all...your...seeds...to...me..." "Good...good...all...to...you...ah...ah...good...so good...so good..." He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, both of us slumped on top of me, refusing to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt when he had sex with me. After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, intense and satisfying, and we were both very relaxed. Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I would leave the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and 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 and go to a motel for a passionate encounter. Now, our relationship has lasted for more than a year, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know. My father-in-law also treats me as his wife behind my mother-in-law's back and loves me even more. I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful. But sometimes I still can't help feeling guilty. I have thought more than once about ending this relationship that the world considers "abnormal" between my father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but once you're on a pirate ship, it's hard to get off. Now I am more than four months pregnant. I don't know who is the father of my baby: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he truly gives me so much, so much excitement and pleasure that my husband can't provide. Every time I make love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can'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. But making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful, relaxed, and happy…"Ah...yes...like that...harder...ah..." Hearing my words, his cock pounded 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...coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I orgasmed. I couldn't help but shout: "Ah!...ah!...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..." He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust hard. 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 stuck out his middle finger and squeezed a bit inside my anus. I moaned even more ecstatically. "Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." With him attacking from both ends, my white, round buttocks swayed like waves. He continued thrusting, penetrating, and grinding, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My juices flowed incessantly towards his glans, I experienced repeated orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting... After about ten more minutes, my orgasms were continuous, I estimated he had thrust in and out over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more... He thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my core. "Oh...good wife...slutty...woman...I'm coming..." "Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quick...give...all...your...seeds...to...me..." "Good...good...all...to...you...ah...ah...good...so good...so good..." He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, both of us slumped on top of me, refusing to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt when he had sex with me. After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, intense and satisfying, and we were both very relaxed. Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I would leave the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and 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 and go to a motel for a passionate encounter. Now, our relationship has lasted for more than a year, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know. My father-in-law also treats me as his wife behind my mother-in-law's back and loves me even more. I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful. But sometimes I still can't help feeling guilty. I have thought more than once about ending this relationship that the world considers "abnormal" between my father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but once you're on a pirate ship, it's hard to get off. Now I am more than four months pregnant. I don't know who is the father of my baby: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he truly gives me so much, so much excitement and pleasure that my husband can't provide. Every time I make love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can'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. But making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful, relaxed, and happy…"Ah...yes...like that...harder...ah..." Hearing my words, his cock pounded 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...coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I orgasmed. I couldn't help but shout: "Ah!...ah!...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..." He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust hard. 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 stuck out his middle finger and squeezed a bit inside my anus. I moaned even more ecstatically. "Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." With him attacking from both ends, my white, round buttocks swayed like waves. He continued thrusting, penetrating, and grinding, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My juices flowed incessantly towards his glans, I experienced repeated orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting... After about ten more minutes, my orgasms were continuous, I estimated he had thrust in and out over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more... He thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my core. "Oh...good wife...slutty...woman...I'm coming..." "Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quick...give...all...your...seeds...to...me..." "Good...good...all...to...you...ah...ah...good...so good...so good..." He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, both of us slumped on top of me, refusing to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt when he had sex with me. After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, intense and satisfying, and we were both very relaxed. Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I would leave the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and 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 and go to a motel for a passionate encounter. Now, our relationship has lasted for more than a year, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know. My father-in-law also treats me as his wife behind my mother-in-law's back and loves me even more. I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful. But sometimes I still can't help feeling guilty. I have thought more than once about ending this relationship that the world considers "abnormal" between my father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but once you're on a pirate ship, it's hard to get off. Now I am more than four months pregnant. I don't know who is the father of my baby: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he truly gives me so much, so much excitement and pleasure that my husband can't provide. Every time I make love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can'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. But making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful, relaxed, and happy…

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