The things my father-in-law and I find hard to talk about

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Two months ago, around 11 PM, I was taking a shower in my bathroom when I heard a noise outside. My
bedroom is on the second floor, with its own bathroom, usually used only by my husband and me. I
assumed was a surprise from my husband who had returned early from a business trip, and I was even planning not to wake him yet, letting him
finish the whole thing. Through the frosted glass, I saw a figure slowly approaching, so I tidied myself up and prepared
to leave the bathroom. I hadn't expected it to be anyone else, especially since I was in my own bedroom, and I wasn't wearing anything.

The figure drew closer, becoming clearer as it approached the bathroom door. Although I
couldn't see the face clearly through the frosted glass, the figure made me hesitate.

My husband and I have been married for less than two years, but we dated for over five years, and we know each other so
well that we would never mistake one for the other. My husband's build, hairstyle, and footsteps didn't match
the .

I started to panic. My first thought was that it must be a burglar.

Because the bathroom was fogged up while I was showering, I went over and wiped some of the fog off the frosted glass with my hand.
I was terrified to see my father-in-law (my husband's father) there; his entire face was almost reflected in the glass door. He

didn't seem like he was there to give me orders. Although I couldn't see his expression or eyes, the atmosphere
was enough to terrify me. My mind went blank; I was completely stunned. I didn't know why my father-in-law was
at the bathroom door at that moment. He didn't say a word, and I just crouched in the bathroom, too scared to move.

I remember staying in the bathroom for a long time that day. Because I was scared, I turned the water on full blast. Looking back
, I don't know why. I don't know how long it was before my father-in-law's shadow disappeared from the glass door. Only then did I
calm down, timidly wrapping myself in a large towel and opening the door, still worried that my father-in-law hadn't actually
left the room.

My father-in-law is always very polite to me. In all the time we've known each other, he's never been disrespectful or used flirtatious language
. If he needs my help, he'll always stand patiently outside the door, even if it's open
.

My husband is often away on business trips, but my in-laws love me dearly and treat me like their own child. My mother-in-law has recently become obsessed
with mahjong and doesn't come home for dinner often, sometimes playing until 2 or 3 AM. But my father-in-law has a very good temper and has never
argued with her about it. To be honest, I've always respected my father-in-law, and I never expected him to act this way.

After leaving the bathroom, I immediately put on my bathrobe and searched under the bed, in the closet, and on the balcony.
I only breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed he wasn't in the room. Subconsciously, my husband is the one who can protect me the most. I grabbed the phone,
wanting to call him. But then I thought about how late it was, how busy he is during the day, and how he's away on a business trip.
I worried that poor sleep might affect him, and even if I told him now, he couldn't possibly fly back immediately to deal with it. I swallowed
my anger and decided to call him first thing tomorrow morning.

That night, I locked the bedroom door tightly and barricaded the doorway with the sofa, thinking that at least I could get through the
night deal with things the next day.

The next morning, my husband came home and knocked on the door for a while, but I didn't wake up, so he called my cell phone. As soon as I opened the door, I
hugged him tightly. He said, "I told you I'd surprise you! What are you doing? Are you trying to protect yourself from thieves or your husband?
The lock is so tight!"

I wasn't in the mood for jokes anymore and burst into tears while holding him. He thought I missed
him terribly because we hadn't seen each other for days, so he grabbed me and threw me onto the bed, put down his luggage, and pounced on me, kissing me passionately. Before I could even
wipe my tears, he was already taking off his pants and stuff, muttering, "Don't cry, your husband will cherish you, your husband will love
you." Then he started undressing me.

Our relationship has always been very good. If it weren't for discovering what happened with my father-in-law that day, I would have thought I was the happiest woman in the world
. That morning, my husband asked me while he was thrusting into me if I loved him and if I missed him. I
silently nodded, and he became even more vigorous. Afterwards, I tried to find an opportunity to talk to him about it. I couldn't just
blurt out, "Your dad peeked at me while I was showering!" Even though he didn't see anything, such behavior was very
disrespectful .

I started by saying, "Honey, could you try to travel less for work in the future?"

He said, "What's wrong? Is Mom not letting you go out lately? Tell me, I'll approve!"

I said, "That's not the issue. I'm a little scared when you're not home."

He said, "Scared of what? Are you afraid my mom will eat you? She's just a nag. Just ignore her
and don't argue with her. Tell me

what's bothering you." At that moment, I felt that my husband always stood by me and really cared for me. My grievances were
somewhat comforted. I really didn't marry the wrong man. I kept the shower incident to myself for the time being, thinking that my father-in-law was probably just getting senile
and wouldn't do it again. Besides, my husband promised that his business trips wouldn't exceed a week.

After that, I was always extra careful when I saw my father-in-law. For example, I would be quieter when we ate together. My father-in-law, on
the other hand , seemed unchanged. He still got up early in the morning to buy soy milk for my mother-in-law, and ate
and chatted with us in the evening, nothing unusual.

Life went on peacefully until last month when my husband said he had to go back to the head office on a business trip. Unexpectedly, things
changed completely.

That day, I went out with friends and made sure to get home before midnight. This was an agreement between my husband and me: I could go out to meet friends
anytime and just be home before midnight. If there were any special circumstances, I could send a text message to let them know.

I thought that since it was so late, and it wasn't the weekend, my mother-in-law wouldn't be out, so the two elders should be
asleep.

Because I had drunk something cold on an empty stomach that night, my stomach was very uncomfortable, so I lay on the sofa in the living room watching TV,
thinking I would make myself a bowl of noodles before going to bed. My father-in-law just came out to pour tea. It was just the two of us in the large living room. I remember
not turning on the light when I came in, because I was afraid of waking the two elders.

In the darkness, my father-in-law stood behind me and said, "Have you taken a shower?"

I shook my head and didn't look at him, feeling a little scared. He pressed close to my back, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
I instantly froze, completely immobilized. My father-in-law sniffed my ear; his breathing
was heavy and rhythmic. He whispered, "Believe it or not, I can satisfy you?"

I was stunned. My husband's father was actually saying this to his daughter-in-law while his son was away.
I dared not utter a sound, my heart filled with fear, terrified of saying something wrong that would anger him.

He started touching my buttocks, squeezing and pinching them, even lightly patting them a few times. I weakly said, "Don't do this,
Mother-in-law is still sleeping."

I thought that hearing about Mother-in-law would make him more considerate and less likely to act so brazenly, but who knew that my words seemed
to enrage him. He forcefully shoved his hand into my tight top, grabbing my breasts and playing with them. I
closed my eyes tightly, afraid to open them, almost crying. Despite this humiliation, for some reason, my lower body
felt hot and began to react. I don't know if it was because of the wine I drank that night, probably
some chemicals added, but anyway, it felt very stimulating.

I actually found my father-in-law's touch quite pleasurable; even my husband wasn't as good at flirting as my father-in-law. I
started to relax my muscles, temporarily closing my eyes to enjoy it, just for a moment, I told myself. My father-in-law turned me around and
kissed my lips. His tongue went in deep, hot and rough, and I couldn't help but
moan softly, but I immediately stopped myself, not wanting to be too unrestrained.

He lifted my clothes, pulled down my bra, and lowered his head to suck on it, his tongue swirling around my nipples.
I couldn't resist his teasing. I dare say my underwear was soaked, but at that moment, I couldn't resist
the temptation.

He was also unbuttoning my pants at the same time. Strangely enough, my jeans were usually tight, but he unbuttoned them
easily . His hands quickly reached inside my underwear, and he used his fingers to stroke my genitals. I
couldn't help but let out a loud cry, and he immediately covered my mouth with his. My mind was so chaotic at that moment,
it felt like someone had implanted a chip in me, and my body was completely out of my control.

If I remember correctly, I think I also put my hand inside his underwear. As soon as my hand touched his penis,
I had a strong, natural urge: I wanted to have sex with him! Definitely! So I grabbed his penis and slid it
up and down .

We quickly stripped off our clothes and made love in a way that was incredibly sinful, but I didn't think much about it at the time
and couldn't control myself.

When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in my own big bed, and everything around me seemed normal, as if I
had just had a wet dream.

I got up, took a shower, changed my clothes, and prepared to go out, but I ran into my father-in-law in the living room, who was tending to his stones. When he saw
me leaving, he said, "Come back for dinner early!" His tone was no different from usual. I said "Oh," and
didn't dare to meet his eyes, afraid that he would find out that I had a blasphemous wet dream.

Judging from the situation, last night was indeed just a wet dream. I despised myself so much. Feeling guilty,
I called my husband as I walked out of the neighborhood and quickly greeted him.

My husband said he had bought me a small gift that I would definitely like, and asked me to guess what it was. I guessed randomly.
My husband also said that he might stay at the head office for a little longer this time, beyond the agreed week.

I knew my husband was guilty for buying me gifts, afraid I'd be angry. But what can you do about work? I
married him because he loved his job and was ambitious.

Speaking of which, my husband is a second-generation official; his mother was the former director of the municipal government office, and his father worked in the education department.
His official rank wasn't as high as his mother's, but it wasn't bad either. Both of them are retired.

My husband isn't the spendthrift type people usually imagine. He's my senior from university, and he was very
capable even in school. My husband studied management and is a department manager at a foreign company. He's busy with his career day and night,
working diligently. We've been married for almost two years and haven't had children yet because of his work; we don't want him to be distracted.

Actually, he could easily get a job in a public institution that his mother arranged, but he just doesn't want people to say he's a
second-generation official. Besides, he's very capable; why should others say that?

My family is definitely a little less well-off than my husband's. My parents are government officials in a small city, a very ordinary
family of three. We don't live in the same city as my husband, and we only visit them during the Lunar New Year. I married my husband a year or two after graduation
, so finding a job while already married wasn't easy, especially since I'm not particularly
outstanding . My husband and in-laws didn't look down on me or pressure me to work; they even gave me money and frequently took me to meet friends
and family, introducing me to many people. I think it's probably because I'm considered attractive—169cm tall
(almost 170cm! I'm ashamed to admit it!) and weighing 55kg. Don't let my weight fool you; it's mostly in my chest. I'm
not very fleshy, and I have a 34F bust. People always compliment my in-laws on having a beautiful daughter-in-law and a capable son.

All of these events and events truly happened to me. I admit there are some embellishments
; I didn't come here expecting your insults. Feel free to be disgusted, but everyone has a despicable side
, right? The question is, would you really share it with everyone? Please let me continue; I have my own hardships too. With the household allowance my husband
gives me, some of my own savings, and Peixue (my best friend from college, and also
the matchmaker for my husband and me!), we invested in a small mahogany furniture store. Usually, more people come to look than buy;
my in-laws , so business is pretty good.

That day, I spent the whole day in the store, not wanting to go anywhere, feeling completely weak, and even wondering if I was getting old.

My good friend Peixue is a very busy person, and like my husband, she's from a family of government officials. We've been childhood
friends, and our families are quite close due to certain social factors. She uses her parents' money to invest here
and there ; the furniture store is just a small part of her many investments, so I'm responsible for managing the store's daily operations.

That evening, I met Peixue for dinner to get the accounts. I felt particularly indecisive, so I
told her about having a wet dream and my father-in-law peeping at me while I was bathing. I figured she would understand and offer advice.

When Pei Xue heard this, she didn't show the surprise I expected. She said, "You really can't tell the difference between dreams and
reality , but your father-in-law is quite charming, so it's understandable that he's your sexual fantasy object!"

"Don't be so indecent! I feel guilty, he's my husband's father!" "

So what! Gigi also has affairs with other guys behind her husband's back, it's not unusual in today's
society ! Girl," Gigi, another female classmate we're very close to,

said, "Incest after marriage isn't unusual, but it's rare for the object of your incest to be your father-in-law, right?"

"Damn! Isn't your father-in-law a man? Aren't you a woman? Do you have a direct blood relationship? No...

In my opinion, if you don't, it's not incest, so just relax. Besides, you're just fantasizing now, and..."
"No real guns or bullets, what's the big deal!" Pei Xue's words eased my guilt slightly.

We were both heavy drinkers, and once the drinks were on the table, we never put down our glasses. After a bit too much, I dared to say,
"You're already twenty-eight, girl, why aren't you getting married yet!"

"Marry your father-in-law?" Pei Xue was a carefree, joking, short-haired girl, her words incoherent and unrefined
.

"Get lost! My mother-in-law is still alive, okay? You're out of your mind, aren't you?"

"To be honest, I don't know how your father-in-law could have fallen for such an old monster like your mother-in-law, short and fat.
My mom said she had a terrible temper when she was young, and she had breast cancer a couple of years ago and had an RF removal surgery, right? Your father-in-law is really having a hard time
with an old monster who can't have breasts."

"Pfft! Why are we, an old married couple, talking about this!" Although Pei Xue's words were harsh, they were indeed true.

"Wrong! Your mother-in-law is old, but your father-in-law isn't. He's 1.8 meters tall, not overweight, not bald,
with well- defined features. Although he has some fine lines, his face isn't sagging. Every time he comes out to eat with our family
, he's always impeccably dressed and elegant. Plus, he's very health-conscious, isn't he? He smokes and drinks in moderation. Don't even mention twenty years ago, he was a real heartthrob;
even now, he could charm countless young girls."

It's true, my father-in-law doesn't look like he's over fifty. He has a dignified figure, and the fact that he hasn't had a ruptured
belly is something my husband and I both envy.

That night, my dinner with Pei-xue ended at 11 pm. She had to rush to another bar to have fun and offered to
take me along, but I politely declined, saying I felt unwell after drinking too much.

Actually, my husband doesn't want me to go to nightclubs often; he tries to avoid them if possible. As a wife, I
've always been very dutiful and well-behaved. Sitting in the taxi on my way home, I recalled that erotic dream from that night,
playing vividly in my mind again, fueled by alcohol, feeling a little excited.

Back home, I went straight to the bathroom and sprayed myself; I hadn't drunk this much in a long time.

After showering, I staggered and opened the bathroom door. My father-in-law was standing outside, startled and embarrassed.

I was completely naked at the time, which was my habit—I usually put on clothes after showering.

Who knew that this time, my father-in-law would be standing outside, staring at my chest.

I quickly covered my chest with my hands, turning my face away shyly; the shock had sobered me up considerably.

The scene froze for about two seconds before my father-in-law spoke first, "Why did you drink so much?" He went to the bedside
to get me a bathrobe, which I took and put on.

"I haven't talked to Peixue in a long time; don't tell Mother-in-law."

We seemed to have an unspoken understanding; I knew my mother-in-law's temper. If she knew I came home so drunk in the middle of the night,
she would definitely say I went out with some man, and even if my husband believed me completely, she would still scold me harshly.

"Don't worry, she's going to play cards with your aunt tonight and won't be back," my father-in-law patted my shoulder, like he would
a child.

It was an intimate gesture, but not exactly infidelity. After he went to his room, I went to bed too.

But I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning. Just ten minutes ago, I was so sleepy I wanted to fall asleep in the taxi, but now I just
couldn't close my eyes. I guess it was because it was the first time a man other than my husband had seen my body, and I
was too flustered. I tossed and turned in bed for ages, still not feeling sleepy, so I got up to go to the kitchen to get some milk.

On the way to the kitchen, I passed my in-laws' room. The door wasn't closed, and I instinctively peeked inside.
I saw that my father-in-law wasn't fully covered by his blanket; most of his back was exposed. Although the lights were off, we
had a dim wall lamp, so the room wasn't completely dark.

The weather was already starting to feel like autumn, and I thought my father-in-law would definitely catch a cold the next day.
So , I quietly went into my father-in-law's room and gently pulled the blanket up a little to
cover . But the movement was too sudden, and he woke up, turning around sleepily to see what was happening.

I immediately said, "Father-in-law, it's me, Liya."

"Oh, why aren't you asleep yet? It's so late."

"I have insomnia. I'll try some milk. It's alright, you go to sleep." I took two steps back and turned to leave, but my father-in-law
grabbed my hand and said, "I can help you with insomnia. I guarantee you'll get a good night's sleep."

He traced his fingers up to my elbow, then my arm, and all the way up, turning at my armpit. My body went limp
, and I collapsed onto the edge of his bed, a thousand alarm bells pounding in my head: No! No! I can't
do this!

I tried to pull my arms back, but my father-in-law stood up, pressed down on my shoulders, and looked me in the eye. I never imagined that
someone in his fifties could still have such strong arms.

He kissed my neck, collarbone, and sternum, then unbuttoned his robe, exposing my body completely. But
as if worried I'd get cold, he pulled it up a little. My father-in-law was incredibly attentive; he started by gently caressing my breasts,
kissing my lips, and our tongues intertwining.

I felt a surge of resistance, a moral alarm bell pounding in my chest. I tried to push
him , but my arms were too weak; I couldn't muster the strength.

Seeing my slight resistance, he grabbed my breasts tightly, squeezing them, while his other hand
reached 'd just showered, I usually didn't wear underwear.

He easily inserted his fingers—I don't know how many, but they felt full and comfortable.

His hand continued to thrust in and out, and he said, "Come on, don't treat me like your father-in-law, treat me like Jun Shen (my husband)."

Don't rush to call me disgusting; at that moment, reason was useless.
Two voices were screaming inside me, and I gritted my teeth and endured it! Having made up my mind, I decided to give it a try!

So I relaxed my body and threw myself into the lovemaking. I rode on top of my father-in-law, man on bottom, one
sitting, one lifting.

My father-in-law softly asked, "Is it comfortable?"

I nodded repeatedly. The feeling was definitely ten times stronger than with my husband. I have to admit that my father-in-law's penis
was thicker and harder than my husband's. Every time he entered, it felt like he was hitting my G-spot. I couldn't hold back any longer and cried
out , "Ah! Ah! Ah!" It was the first time I'd ever experienced such intense pleasure. It was
so wonderful, like a climactic orgasm.

My father-in-law suddenly pulled out and made me suck his penis. His penis was covered in my own fluids. I, who am usually
very hygienic, didn't think much of it and grabbed some, swallowing it. I used my lips to stroke his glans...
A white, milky liquid sprayed all over my face. I felt so tired, so I lay down and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost afternoon. I rarely get such good sleep, but the place I saw was
my own room, fully dressed. Had I had another wet dream?

I couldn't sleep anymore. I took a shower, changed, and went to the store.

Just as I arrived, my mother-in-law called, saying she was bringing a group of ladies to look at furniture and asked if I was in the store.

I said, "Yes."

Three or four elderly women came in and kept asking: "What kind of wood is this? How much is it? It's so expensive!"

Our store's items are already very cheap. Compared to those big furniture brands, they were just there to
broaden their horizons, not to buy anything. They

quickly finished looking around, and my mother-in-law dragged me downstairs for a drink, saying she'd seen a pair of pants her husband liked and wanted me
to take a look too.

I found it strange; my mother-in-law never asks for our opinions when buying things. Today, she was asking me
for advice? The sun must have risen in the west!

While we were having drinks at the restaurant, my mother-in-law subtly inquired about my opinion of my father-in-law.

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name; had she found out about my dream?

I quickly composed myself and praised him, implying I saw nothing wrong with it.

Seeing my apparent ignorance and my effusive praise of him, she changed the subject, asking, "Do you think
Mei-ma and Dad are close?"

Hearing "Mei-ma," I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, she wasn't suspecting me. Mei-ma is our maid, a laid-off worker who
cooks and cleans for us. She has a son and a daughter; her husband died young, so she doesn't
stay with us at night. She brings breakfast in the morning and goes back home after cooking dinner.

For my mother-in-law to ask me
this . I knew that to dispel her suspicions, I had to stand with her,
consider her feelings, and share her burdens.

I said, "Mom, as the younger generation, there are some things I just can't say!"

My mother-in-law's face immediately changed, as if her suspicion that my father-in-law and Mei-ma were having an affair had been confirmed.

She habitually slammed her hand on the table: "I told you to say it, so just say it! Stop your babbling!"

I made up some random things to appease the old lady, saying that when my father-in-law went for a walk, Mei-ma would accompany him.

My mother-in-law's eyes reddened. She grabbed my hand, begging me to help her. She said she didn't dare tell her son,
and only told me because she considered me her daughter. When she got emotional, she also said that since her surgery, she hadn't had any sexual
activity because she felt too ugly, like a monster, and didn't even dare take her clothes off. Now they sleep
back-to-back. Sometimes she simply doesn't go home. That afternoon, my mother-in-law gave me three thousand yuan, telling me
to decide whether to buy my husband a pair of pants.

She wasn't in the mood for shopping and went home first. Making the old lady happy means getting paid, which is certainly exciting,
but getting paid to do things is only right. How can I win my father-in-law back?

This afternoon, while shopping, I tried on a very sexy nightgown. I can wear it to my husband when he gets home.
I also checked if there were any suitable for my mother-in-law's age; after all, I'm paying 3,000 yuan, so I have to give her something nice to encourage her
to come back. I'm not stupid.

I bought myself a black and gray leopard print semi-transparent nightgown, and I bought my mother-in-law a dark purple silk nightgown, which
is also quite sexy, but not as playful as mine, since it's an older style.

I spent over 1,000 yuan on the nightgowns. With the rest, I casually bought a pair of discounted casual pants for a little over 500 yuan,
and I still have some left.

My husband will be back soon, so I went to the sex shop.

The owner recommended a lot of products, but I still think a small vibrating egg is better. I chose
a pink one, which cost a little over 100 yuan.

I hope my husband can bring me to orgasm with a vibrator, thus improving our sex life where he only knows how to thrust hard and want to ejaculate . Then I 'll
love him even more

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