[After the father-in-law raped his daughter-in-law] (01-05) [Author: Ke'er]

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Chapter 1

My name is Ke'er. I work in a financial institution and have been married for a year. I got married at 22, which I feel is young,
but I've reached the legal age for late marriage. When I had sex with my father-in-law, I had been married for less than a year. It was
something I never expected. Although I initially realized he was interested in me, I never imagined we'd have sex
.

Before my marriage, he looked at me strangely, staring at my face or sizing me up. My father-in-law and mother-in-law
lived apart and had a strained relationship. My husband was very busy with work, so I spent a lot of time alone with my father-in-law. Initially, when my father-in-law
talked to me, he would hold my hand. In the kitchen, he would lean close to me while I was getting things, pretending to accidentally touch my
buttocks, making me feel it was normal and I had nothing to say.

This is a common tactic fathers-in-law use to test their daughters-in-law.

At first, everything seemed normal. My father-in-law asked about my family, my parents' health, and my husband and
me. He talked to me, held my hand—it was all very normal—and gave me advice like an elder, which I didn't want to
refuse. Holding his daughter-in-law's hand was a little inappropriate, but not excessive, so I didn't say anything. He casually touched
my breast, acting as if it was unintentional.

Actually, not long after meeting his parents before the wedding, I noticed he was looking at me strangely. A woman's intuition is very accurate;
you can tell the difference between a normal and abnormal gaze.

A few days before the wedding, my father-in-law also chatted with me. After discussing normal things, he said I would be his good
daughter-in-law from now on, and then reached out his hand, meaning to hug me. I didn't refuse, but when he hugged me, although his body
was far away , his hand was on the back of my bra.

When we separated, I felt very shy. He stared at me and smiled ambiguously. This kind of behavior becomes more obvious after marriage.
Hugging isn't really a custom. He was acting like an elder at the time, so in that atmosphere, I
could refuse.

It was a very light hug, and there was physical distance between us. But the placement of his hands was off. His hands
were on my back, near my bra, instead of naturally resting on my shoulders or something. He even gave me a suggestive smile, which
was clearly not funny.

After we got married, he sometimes took advantage of me. When I bent over to cook, my father-in-law would brush past me from behind, pretending to
get something from the refrigerator, and that's how he touched my buttocks. Sometimes when I noticed him brushing against me, I'd
get a little nervous, and he'd say, "What's wrong, little girl? Dad's getting something." He

was clearly touching my buttocks intentionally. Could it be unintentional every time? He even deliberately asked me that.
What could I say? I could only remain silent. I know he had feelings for me, but I didn't think he'd go too far, after all, she's
my daughter-in . At most, he was just trying to take advantage of me, and I couldn't say anything.

Because my father-in-law often has social engagements, sometimes he comes home a little drunk, and I definitely have to help him. His
room is on the second floor, but I feel like he'll take the opportunity to put his arm around me and touch my waist or chest. His hand will slip over, and
I don't know if he's faking being drunk, and I don't want to push him away.

Whether he's really drunk or pretending, this is the only way he dares to touch me so subtly. Besides, his hand only
slips over my breasts, not boldly placing it there. My husband is very busy with work, so this has happened
a few times when I'm home alone. He's probably faking being drunk, otherwise he would intentionally touch my breasts. In short, it's not
too outrageous.

The few times he went too far, I helped him into his room and made him sit down, and he put his arm around me and leaned against him.
Later, I got a little flustered and quickly moved away after he sat down. He's testing me. If I half-heartedly resist,
he'll dare to do it. He knows I don't want to do this, but seeing my personality, he's confident he can
continue to harass me. He knows I don't want to be too intimate and that I'm avoiding him. But he also knows I'm afraid of him and
have a soft personality. Every evening after dinner, he watches TV in the living room, and I usually make an excuse to go to my room, worried that
sitting together would be awkward.

He knows I'm timid and afraid to tell my husband, knowing my personality. He's testing the waters, waiting for an opportunity to make
a bold move, because he knows he's confident and is waiting for the right moment. My father-in-law is a leader, so
he's quite authoritative. Before I married into the family, when I met his parents, my husband was there, and I could chat happily with him.
But after I sensed something was off, I felt it was better to avoid him, because I felt he could control the situation and atmosphere.

My husband isn't afraid of his father; he and his father are somewhat similar in temperament—domineering and chauvinistic.
My husband left home at 17, and their relationship is cold. My husband and I have a very good relationship; he's my
first love , and he spoils me. My husband only sleeps three hours a day; he's busy with work. He doesn't live far from home, but he
rarely comes home. He's just too busy and tired. I just got married, and my husband and I don't spend much time together. Of course
, I crave sex, but I'm not satisfied. However, I don't feel anything if we do

n't have sex; we're both young, and we're willing to sacrifice more for our careers and families. I think my father-in-law definitely has other women outside the marriage, though he may not have a steady mistress. He's not short of women. My in-laws have been separated
for many years. The reason my mother-in-law separated is because she and my father-in-law can't get along. I guess I'm less socially savvy and tend
to be more naive. He later noticed that I was avoiding him. He would always ask, "Girl, aren't you bored hiding in your room all day?"
I would make excuses like, "Dad's busy at work."

But after a while, he would sometimes ask me to watch TV with him, and I felt that he was unhappy because I was always avoiding him.
Sometimes when he asked me to watch TV with him, I would go to the living room, and he would pat the seat next to him, inviting me to sit next to him.
My father-in-law's strategy is to first win me over psychologically,
slowly ,
it's like I'm in his arms. My father-in-law was very cunning. He wanted to get close to me but pretended to be nonchalant, making me
lower my guard. It was this sofa trap that led me into the predicament of being raped.

In Chapter Two, during the rape

, my father-in-law chatted with me, asking if I was sad because my husband didn't spend time with me, and whether my husband treated me
well . The more embarrassed I was, the more he liked me. This was because the women he'd met were all willing;
he'd never encountered someone like me who wasn't, especially since I was his daughter-in-law. Of course, this gave him a different feeling, not just about sex,
but also the feeling that he liked me.

I usually told him that my husband worked very hard, that he was busy, and that I understood him—my answers were always very normal.
I didn't tell him anything else that made me unhappy. He subtly tried to get information out of me, asking if my husband was treating me well, and if I wanted to
confide about my loneliness while he was away, so he could take advantage of the situation.

My father-in-law said, "My dear daughter-in-law is so well-behaved, Dad loves her too. She's sensible and gentle." He kept calling her "
daughter- -law" and "Dad," as if he was very interested in this kind of relationship. His words were ambiguous,
and his tone, like that of an elder, made it hard for me to refuse, and I

started to overthink things. I wasn't offended, but I felt embarrassed. How can a father-in-law talk to his daughter-in-law like that? He didn't
go too far , so I didn't say anything, just felt shy. Sometimes, seeing that I was nervous, he would talk to me about other things,
like my work, finance, investments, financial management, tea, books I've read, celebrities,
and fashion. He understands women's hearts very well. Talking about topics I like makes me feel less nervous.
When I feel relaxed and happy, he would naturally put his arm around me.

I wasn't dressed revealingly; I was quite careful about what I wore. At home, I always wore cotton pajamas, feeling it wasn't convenient since it was just
the two of us . My father-in-law was so thoughtful, so perceptive of my feelings. He noticed I
was nervous and would talk about other things, then hug me when I was thinking about something else. This made me feel very natural. If he had just been teasing me, I would have felt repulsed
. He seems to understand women's minds better. He was slowly winning me over. On the sofa, he never went too far, just a gentle hug, nothing
excessive.

Later, he asked if I could dance, and I said I had learned classical dance as a child. He asked if I knew ballroom dancing. I said not
really. He said, "Come on, dance with Dad. It's okay if you can't, I'll teach you." I was pulled up, and he put
one hand on my waist, staring at me. He asked if any boys at school were pursuing me. I said no. He said,
"Girl, look at you, so fair-skinned, with such a great figure, a firm bust, and a round, big butt. Don't all the boys want you?"

I felt he was being too explicit and was terrified. Then he said he was going back to his room and hurried upstairs.
I felt that what the elder said was very explicit. So I felt that staying any longer would cause trouble, so I quickly went back to my room.
My breasts are 36C. Although he didn't touch me much, his words clearly revealed his intentions. His words were obviously
inappropriate. I later realized that this wouldn't work, so I told my husband that I would stay in the company dormitory for a few days because I had a lot of work to do.

The more I went there, the more curious and fond my father-in-law became of me. That's how men are; they want what they can't have.
But after staying at the company for about a week, my husband had to go on a business trip. I went home to help him pack his things. In the end, couples
inevitably have to be intimate before saying goodbye. My father-in-law has some power at his company, so he's quite domineering. He
used this domineering attitude on me, thinking that if he didn't conquer me, it would be his failure.

During the day, it was fine; I just tidied the house and helped him pack his luggage. But I discovered that my father-in-law had
sent away our housekeeper. I didn't think much of it at the time and just said, "Dad, can you get used to having no one to take care of you
?" He said, "You should stay at home more often, kid. The dorm conditions are bad, and home isn't far. Why don't you come home
?" He knew I wasn't home because of him, and he asked on purpose, so I said, "Oh, I'll be more careful next time. I
should take better care of you."

He knew perfectly well why I wasn't coming home. But by saying that, it seemed like it was my fault,
unintentionally shifting the blame onto me, making it seem natural for me to go home. The first day my husband was there, he didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
He saw my husband was away on a business trip and dismissed the maid, which was clearly directed at me. I didn't realize the danger,
thinking at most he'd just hug me like before.

My husband went to the airport the next afternoon. Since he left directly from home, I didn't want to leave him, so I drove him
there and back home. That evening, after showering, I was about to go upstairs when my father-in-law, sitting in the living room, called me over, saying, "
Honey , Dad's not in a good mood. Come and talk to Dad." What could be wrong with him? I sat
next to him, and he was reading and drinking red wine. He casually poured me a glass of red wine. I said I don't drink much, and he told me
to drink less , not too much. Red wine is good for women. Even though I knew my husband wasn't there, and he'd sent the maid away, something was definitely
wrong, but I didn't think much of it. He knows how I reacted when he flirted with me before;
what ? His expression seemed natural. I was wearing a nightgown after my shower, and he didn't even look at me, just focused
on drinking his red wine. He probably had something on his mind, but I didn't think much of it and started chatting with him while drinking my wine.
My father-in-law is very shrewd; I didn't see the undercurrents beneath his calm exterior.

He talked a lot, about his relationship with his mother, saying she didn't understand him, etc. I tried to comfort him. He talked about
my husband, asked about my parents, and he probably really had something on his mind and wanted to talk to someone. I was worried he
'd get drunk , so I advised him to drink less, saying people tend to drink more when they have something on their mind. He said it was fine.

But I felt a little dizzy. Actually, I have a good alcohol tolerance; I usually don't get dizzy after just a little. Although
I know red wine has a strong aftereffect. There were two small wine glasses, not much. Being alone with my father-in-law, I was worried that drinking too much would
be bad , so I only drank this much, it was perfectly safe.

He noticed I was feeling dizzy, and later asked if I had ever been in a relationship before my husband. I said no
… my husband is a few years older than me, and I had almost no dating experience before. He said, “Oh, so you’ve given your body to
Tiancheng (my husband’s name).”

I was dizzy at the time, but my mind was clear. I suddenly felt shy, nervous, and a little embarrassed. He used to
say that with my fair skin, great figure, firm breasts, and round, big butt, I must have men pursuing me. Now, hearing me
say that I hadn’t been with any other men besides my first love, my husband, he was very excited.

He suddenly hugged me tightly, and I panicked. Since we were both sitting on the sofa, he
pressed me down, this time not tentatively touching me like before. He was like a different person; the dignified elder image was gone. He
started groping me through my nightgown, touching my breasts, waist, and buttocks. When he pressed against me, I was terrified and kept
screaming, but no one was home, and the house was detached.

I kept pushing him away, but it was no use. Then, something... well, it's hard to describe, when he lifted my nightgown
, he found I was wet. I didn't know what was wrong with me at the time; my vagina was very wet, I could feel it myself.
He was very excited when he saw it, and he was even laughing. He knew I was aroused. At the time, I didn't know there was something wrong with the alcohol; I was very
ashamed , thinking I had revealed my true nature. Later, I realized there was something wrong with the alcohol because I felt weak and powerless all over.
When he touched my breasts, I felt them swollen, and my vagina was very wet. I thought it was just instinct, not something I wanted; I guess
I'm just more sensitive.

My father-in-law must have seen the wet patches on my underwear when he lifted my nightgown. My mind was a mess at the time, and I was very nervous.
I wasn't thinking about anything at all, but my body reacted even before I did. When I went over, my father-in-law had already poured my
first glass of red wine; he probably drugged it beforehand. He started by
chatting with me, waiting for the drug to take effect. Seeing my dizzy state, he assumed the drug had kicked in, which is why he dared to hug and
touch me. When he saw my underwear was wet, he got excited, knowing the drug was working.

The only time I had sex with my father-in-law after that was when I wasn't drinking. I felt my sexual
response was different this time; the wine was definitely tainted, because I don't usually feel this way even after drinking this much. My father-in-law
thought that given my personality, I definitely wouldn't want to have sex the first time, and forcing myself wouldn't be good for my mental health, so he used
an aphrodisiac to make things easier.

The wine was clearly tainted, but the initial effect wasn't strong; it only made me dizzy, but I was still conscious. I
kept screaming and struggling, and he comforted me, saying, "Baby, be good. Don't be afraid." I was dizzy, but still relatively conscious
and strong enough to struggle. He tried to take off my clothes, and because I resisted, it wasn't easy for him to do so
. It seems I'm not weak; I'm usually gentle, but when faced with a real situation, I fight back fiercely.

Later, he lifted my nightgown and forcibly pulled down my underwear. I felt a chill down my body; my genitals were completely
exposed . My last line of defense was gone. I tried to close my thighs, but then I ran out of strength. I still didn't
give up resisting, moving and kicking my legs. My father-in-law didn't dare let go of me, and he didn't have a chance to take off his clothes, afraid I
would get up and run away. So he held me down with one hand and unbuttoned his own pants with the other, pressing down on me. His glans forced open my
labia and pressed against my vaginal opening. I begged him not to do this, sobbing slightly. I was very confused at the time, and
my husband had just left, and I was still thinking about him. I didn't want this to happen with my father-in-law.

He started talking to me; he was probably unhappy too. He was under a lot of work pressure and lonely. But
later I realized that talking to me wasn't his real intention. Now I can only resign myself to fate. Fear, shyness,
and tension have made all my muscles tense.

In Chapter Three

, my vagina was very wet when my father-in-law thrust forcefully, his penis fully inside. I felt some pain,
and my whole body was tense. I tried to push him away, but I didn't have the strength. I felt guilty towards my husband. He wasn't gentle either;
after penetrating, he rushed in and out, constantly saying how tight my vagina was, how good it felt to grip his penis. I felt humiliated.
But it was useless; resisting wouldn't change the fact that he had raped me, and besides, I didn't have the strength
to resist.

He pressed down on me, thrusting, saying lewd things, asking if I enjoyed being fucked, and kissing my face
and mouth indiscriminately, which I kept trying to avoid. Writing this, I'm getting a little wet myself. Maybe when I think back, I don't hate him
as much ; I've accepted it. What's done is done. This was five months after the wedding. Spring. Last April.
That's why I'm only in the mood to write now; back then, I was in a terrible mood.

At that time, I hadn't fully accepted him. My father-in-law's penis was thrusting forcefully inside my vagina. My vagina
became increasingly wet, my body reacted, and my breasts swelled. I couldn't see his penis at the time, but I could feel
how large it was, filling my vagina completely.

I was probably nervous; it was my first time with my father-in-law, and he wasn't gentle at all, just thrusting forcefully. He seemed very eager
, and it hurt a little. My mind was very hazy at the time, and my husband had just left, and I was still
thinking about him. I didn't want this to happen with my father-in-law. So, the first time, I didn't feel much, just wetness and breast
swelling, but I didn't feel any pleasure. I just knew he was taking me.

He didn't last long; he was probably excited or nervous, and since we weren't using a condom, the stimulation was too intense for him. He's
been with all sorts of women, but he's never raped anyone, let alone had sex with his daughter-in-law. He liked me so much, and
finally, I was being taken, which made him very excited and nervous. After a while, his thrusts became faster and faster, relentlessly violating
me. Then he pressed himself tightly against me, excitedly saying, "Daughter-in-law, baby, I'm fucking you! My big cock is fucking your
cunt!" While he was doing it, he kept saying such vulgar things, which made me feel humiliated, and that only made him more aroused.

I don't know if he couldn't control himself or if it was intentional, but his penis was pressed against my cervix, and a thick stream of semen shot
deep into my vagina. It was probably intentional, because afterwards he didn't ask me if I was pregnant. From his later words
, I knew he didn't care about me or his pregnancy; we were both his family's flesh and blood.

After my father-in-law finished his vigorous thrusting and ejaculating, he calmed down and kept pressing down on me, his glans pulsating inside my
vagina . I cried then. Later, he pulled out his penis, got up, patted my back, and said, "Girl, Daddy will be
good to you." He usually talks to me like that, but this time he only talks about his father, which shows how interested he is in playing with his daughter-in-law.

I couldn't accept the reality of being raped by my father-in-law, and I felt terrible. I kept crying and lay on the sofa. I don't
know if I was washing away the semen from my vagina, but I eventually drifted off to sleep. I don't remember anything else.
When he violated me for the first time, I struggled, then cried, and I was so tired and exhausted that I drifted off to sleep. I could never get this drunk, even after just
two glasses of red wine, and I couldn't possibly fall asleep like this. There must be something wrong with the wine.

I don't know how he carried me into the room after that.
When I woke up, it was morning. My head hurt a little. I saw myself in bed, my husband's bed. My father-in-law was holding me, his hand on my
breast . I was completely naked, and so was he. My genitals felt sticky, and I felt dirty. He
must have touched me again that night.

In Chapter Four

, my father-in-law said he undressed me when he carried me to bed. I was asleep the whole time. He stroked me and we
had sex again. He said I wasn't fully awake, and that I mumbled "don't do this" during penetration, but
I moaned and my vagina was very wet.

I think I vaguely remember this. I lay in bed and started crying. My father-in-law came to comfort me, but I wouldn't listen and
told him to leave. Seeing me crying, he was afraid I might do something rash, so he stayed with me until I cried and begged him to leave
. I cried for a long time before getting up to shower, washing my genitals while still crying.

In the days that followed, I was in a bad mood and had no appetite. My father-in-law, seeing this, brought me food, but
I refused to eat. I was just being stubborn; he had no choice but to resist this way after being raped. He
apologized and gave me a card, telling me to buy whatever I wanted. I took it, tore it up, and threw it away.

A few days later, seeing my haggard appearance, he panicked and called a doctor to give me nutritional supplements. Later, he
kept to persuade me, apologizing profusely, and spooning porridge to my lips, saying things like, "It's all negotiable, eat first. If you don't eat..."
How could I eat? I opened my mouth and ate, and my father-in-law fed me bite by bite before he was satisfied.

I argued with my father-in-law for a long time because I didn't want this to happen. I was angry, and I felt
too insecure living in the same house. Even if I didn't want to, I was still vulnerable to his harassment, so I moved back to my dormitory. Now my
husband and I have moved out. To prevent my father-in-law from harassing me every day, I told my husband that we wouldn't live at home for work convenience.

Later, my father-in-law mentioned a few times that he wanted to have sex with me again. I was very wary and didn't agree, although I did soften my heart at times.
I still care about him; after all, he's my second man. I'm very traditional, and once I've been with someone, I can't help but care about
him, whether it's consensual or not. He'll always be on my mind.

Besides my husband, this second man's big penis thrust in and out of my vagina for so long, and we did it twice, and he even ejaculated deep
inside me. I washed away the semen, but I can't wash away the memory. It's not that I like his big penis,
nor am I reminiscing about that feeling. It's just that I had sex with him, and I can't let him go from my heart. It's not that I miss him, it's not that I
have feelings for him, it's that I resent him, whether it's hatred or resentment. He'll still linger in my heart to some extent, and that's why it happened again.

My mindset is different from some girls nowadays. Some girls casually have one-night stands
and don't feel pressured about who they sleep with. I'm very traditional, with strong feudalistic values. Once we have sex, I feel like I belong to him.
If I weren't married and a man raped me, I would have thought I belonged to him. I had the same mentality with my father-in-law, but now that I
'm married and have a husband, I get incredibly angry. I might be foolish; this kind of mentality is very strong.

My father-in-law didn't expect me to react so strongly after I was raped. Later, when he saw that I had calmed down, he still tried to take advantage of me and would touch me
inappropriately
, whom I respectfully call "Dad." How could he treat his daughter-in-law like that? I would avoid him, and even if he didn't touch me, I wouldn't let him. Actually, I didn't want to continue with him. The only
reason is that I feel a good woman shouldn't cheat, otherwise she would be letting her husband down. I have traditional values. I
don't care if , as long as there's no emotional
connection. However, I restrain myself; I just don't like my father-in-law, and I don't want to have sex

with him. I had no relationships before marriage, and my husband was my first love, so I value sex highly. I believe sex and feelings are connected
and inseparable; I don't want sex without feelings. Emotionally, I only love my husband;
there's no room for anyone else. My feelings for my father-in-law are more of an instinctive concern. After all, he possessed me; his penis
penetrated my vagina. I feel physically belonging to him, and I care about him emotionally, but it's not romantic love. I don't want
anyone else besides my husband. Even if I meet someone I like again, I won't cheat. That's my principle.

With my father-in-law, it was unavoidable at the time. I didn't want to be touched; I resented him—he forced himself on me. Actually, I cried quite a
bit then; no woman wants to be forced. The second time I had sex with my father-in-law was
about ten days . I was in a lot of pain during that period because I felt guilty towards my husband. My father-in-law was very accommodating to me. Seeing how
vulnerable , and how kind he was to me, I didn't resist as fiercely as the first time; I was more of a reluctant participant. I cried a lot back then,
and the second time happened when he was comforting me. My emotions were particularly unstable during that period; I had lost my virginity, and I felt
terrible .

He comforted me, and once I calmed down, we did it... Sigh... Thinking about it now, older men know how to comfort women and understand girls'
minds. He probably understood what I was thinking. Otherwise, why are there so many daughters-in-law having sex with their fathers-in-law these days? Besides
the fathers-in-law being sexually adept, it's mainly because daughters-in-law are emotional, and fathers-in-law understand their daughters-in-law's psychology and know how to comfort them, unlike
younger people who only know how to have sex and don't understand what women are thinking.

My father-in-law knew I had given my virginity to my husband, and he knew I cared about having sex. He also knew I had nowhere to confide in
at the time , that I didn't dare tell my husband or my parents, and that I was vulnerable and helpless, only able
to complain to him. Actually, my father-in-law also regretted it a little, feeling he had hurt me. He hadn't realized I took it so seriously; he
thought girls these days were quite open-minded. He told me not to cry so much, that it would hurt my health, that it was all his fault,
and that he would be good to me. But if he regretted it, why did he still want to have sex with me? Maybe he cared more about me, this innocent girl
.

The second time, under similar circumstances, I half-heartedly let him undress me. This was the first time I let him undress me while I
was sober . He didn't rush into intercourse; he kissed me first. I was still a little resistant and refused to French kiss him,
so he just kissed my lips. French kissing is a sign of acceptance and liking, and women value it more than intercourse. Of course,
passive French kissing doesn't count. Cooperating with French kissing necessarily means accepting intercourse, and accepting intercourse doesn't necessarily mean cooperating with French kissing.
Like Guoguo and Tiantian, who like French kissing their fathers-in-law, they like having sex with their fathers-in-law. Although Nana likes
having sex , she rejects kissing, proving that she is not very willing. Yun'er likes French kissing her father-in-law, but she is sexually sensitive and
psychologically rejects him.

I was very passive at the time. My father-in-law kissed my breasts. I'm very sensitive, and I was already wet down there. He touched my
genitals and licked them. I moaned, unable to control myself. I was a little nervous and shy. My father-in-law licked my genitals very carefully.
I was very shy and struggled a little. When he licked my vagina, I twisted. It was that kind of shame I couldn't bear. I'm too sensitive
; any stimulation makes me want to move. My father-in-law let me touch his penis. It was the first time I touched it while I was sober. It was bigger than my husband's.
I couldn't help but rub my hand against my father-in-law's big penis. My father-in-law touched me like that; I think it's impossible for me to remain calm
.

After I moved out, my father-in-law texted me saying that I was his darling and that he wanted to return to the best times we had.

In Chapter Five

, when my husband and I were having sex, he called me a slut. He said that's normal in bed; it's flirting. The first
time I had sex with my father-in-law, I don't know the specifics afterward... I wasn't fully conscious and can't remember the details... I was in
a semi-conscious state... This time I was fully conscious. When my father-in-law licked my genitals, he tilted his head and sucked my labia. I twisted
my waist and buttocks. I couldn't stand it. My body thought, I usually get unbearably itchy when touched, let alone licked.

When my father-in-law licked my anus, I felt even more shy and embarrassed than when he licked my genitals. My anus instinctively contracted. I was nervous,
and it contracted as soon as he licked me. I couldn't relax, but it felt very good. My husband and father-in-law have both licked me.

I haven't given him oral sex, so I haven't fully accepted him yet. When my father-in-law fucked me, although I was unwilling, I acted like
I did during sex, moaning, just not actively. My father-in-law penetrated directly. He was very eager, unlike the fathers of Tian Tian and
Guo Guo who penetrated slowly. He was so wet, he went all the way in at once, like playing billiards, one shot to the bottom. When he licked my genitals
, my vagina was already very wet, making it uncomfortable for him to lick. I felt very empty inside. But when his penis
went in, I felt very full, definitely.

I wasn't really open-minded either. Although it was only the second time I had sex with my father-in-law, consciously speaking, it was the first time. I wasn't
emotionally ; I was angry and didn't really want to do it. But my vagina wouldn't listen to me,
instinctively reacting to the intrusion of my penis. My vagina seems a bit special. My husband said that as soon as he entered, my vagina would move, like
a little mouth sucking... It wasn't that I consciously contracted, but it would move. My father-in-law said it was very tight and comfortable;
that's exactly the feeling my husband described. Looking at my father-in-law's expression, he seemed to be enjoying it.

The first time I was raped, I wasn't fully conscious, and I was also scared and nervous. Now I was fully conscious, and I was carefully savoring
the feeling of having a second man's big penis inserted. I felt my vagina was very full, and it was inserted very deeply,
deeper than my husband's. My father-in-law's penis was big, I felt it was about sixteen or seventeen centimeters. The feeling of a big penis is indeed different. If it weren't
for my father-in-law, I wouldn't have experienced the feeling of other penises.

But I was still more open with my husband; at the time, I was just angry and couldn't let go. I feel that sex is
only enjoyable when both partners are open and relaxed. Just having a big penis doesn't make me feel relaxed, and it's not as comfortable as sex with my husband. However, when my father-in-law has sex with me,
I moan, but I don't cooperate. This lack of cooperation means I'm not proactive; my waist and hips twist, but it's just instinct. My expression
and voice are the same as during sex; I can't maintain my usual calm expression. I'm just not proactive; everything else
is the same as usual sex. With my husband, I'm more open; I actively tease and seduce him. When

his penis enters my vagina, I can't feel the deep inside like a sucking mouth. It 's not voluntary; my vagina moves on its own. My husband told me, but I'm not aware of it. If I actively tighten my vagina, my husband usually can't handle it, just like in Shiqing's diary. Shiqing said her husband couldn't handle it when she deliberately tightened her penis. The second time with my father-in-law, I wasn't open-minded, so of course I didn't tighten my vagina myself. It was just an instinctive reaction , and naturally, I was wet. I probably have a high libido. I don't know why he insisted on having sex with me. Even after marriage, other men pursued me, but I'm married and don't really care. I feel like I'm fine; I'm just an ordinary girl, and not cheating is my bottom line. When my father-in-law was having sex with me, it was impossible for me to remain completely unresponsive, to have the same expression as usual. It was just like during sex. How could I control my expression ? My reaction was so strong. Some people might be able to handle it, but I couldn't; my reaction was too much. My father-in-law started thrusting faster, and I couldn't think of anything else at the time. I just didn't take the initiative; I just waited quietly until he finished. But later, I couldn't take it anymore and lost control, squirting. During sex , my body moves; I can't control my body's twisting. I've never had sex with anyone else before, and the feeling was different from my husband's. It was quite different. My father-in-law's sex felt incredibly good, and I couldn't control my orgasm. I felt a gush of water coming out of my vagina , not urine. I also squirt when I orgasm with my husband, not every time, but quite a few times. The first two times I let my father-in-law have sex with me, I didn't squirt. Later, I was "asleep" and not fully conscious, so I didn't feel anything. My father-in-law must have noticed the warm liquid gushing from my vagina, drenching his glans. He was quite happy didn't expect me to squirt. He said something very embarrassing: "Beautiful daughter-in-law, your vagina is so tender and tight, squirting made your father-in-law feel so good!" My sweet father-in-law said the same thing. Hearing him say that makes me so shy and embarrassed. My father-in-law probably really enjoys this taboo feeling, talking about his daughter-in-law and himself. He's had many women, but he rarely knows about squirting. I didn't experience the forbidden pleasure, and afterwards I still felt sorry for my husband. I didn't resist and even let my father-in-law make me squirt. It's embarrassing to talk about like this. Even if it weren't my father-in-law, I would still feel ashamed . I feel ashamed when others talk about my body and use such words. I don't discuss this with netizens. My father-in-law likes to see me blush. When I blush , he kisses my cheek and tries to kiss my lips, but I refuse and cover my mouth. People send him women—his subordinates and some company bosses. No matter how many women he's been with, it's not the same as the feeling of having sex with me. Of course, the women he'd let him send me wouldn't be like me. He's been with all sorts of women, but the feeling of having sex with his daughter-in-law is different. Maybe that's why he enjoys having sex with me . Kissing is the hardest part. I'm willing to let him have sex with me, but I won't let him kiss me. A kiss would mean I like him, and I instinctively reject his kisses. I feel that only deep love can accept a kiss. Actually, I've become attached to my father-in-law, but I still love my husband. I can't accept anyone else in my heart. Being attached to my father-in-law isn't love; it's just that he's the second man to penetrate me, so I can't ignore him. I care a lot about this. After I climaxed, my father-in-law continued to have sex with me. He said I'd climax quickly, and I usually climax fast. My breasts are very firm when I lie down. I have a lot of pubic hair, especially around my labia majora. During sex, I always look at him, unlike Tian Tian who closes her eyes. This way, we can communicate. Even if I don't speak, I can communicate with my father-in-law through our eyes about how I feel being fucked. Actually, I'm more passive with my father-in-law. My husband likes me looking at him, saying I have big eyes and a pitiful look, and he likes me a lot. I'm only a little more seductive with my husband; it depends on the person. My vulva is butterfly-shaped, not dark in color. Maybe it's because I have fair skin, but both my vulva and breasts are pinkish, as are my labia. When my father-in-law has sex with me, he watches his penis go in and out of my vagina. During sex, I look at him and know what he's looking at and thinking. He likes to kiss my genitals and breasts, and he likes to suck my nipples. It doesn't hurt, just a ticklish feeling. My breasts feel swollen; my nipples are sensitive. They protrude when touched, even though they're not usually prominent, so they become very noticeable when I react . My husband likes it; he says that with such sensitive nipples, he can see the change with his own eyes. My body reacts so obviously that my father-in-law knows I'm enjoying sex. My clitoris is engorged, which he can see. My father-in-law is more attentive to my genitals than my husband; I don't know why he likes kissing me so much. He sucks on my labia, something my husband also enjoys licking. My father-in-law even drinks my vaginal fluid. He likes me; he says I make him feel at home, and that his social circle is dark, while I show him many different and warm things. People in high positions are often lonely; he has his own unsatisfactory aspects. I bring him different feelings, and it's not just about sex. He doesn't lack women; I make him feel at home. He could experience the same different feelings with me without sex . That's how men are; if they like a woman, they want to have sex with her, believing that's possession.

He felt that I could understand him, and that I was more mature than girls my age.

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