A domineering father-in-law

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I'm 26 years old and a college graduate. I'm 165cm tall, with measurements of 34D-22-34, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I love my legs the most; they're not only perfectly proportioned, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin. That's why I love wearing miniskirts. Walking down the street, both men and women always have their eyes drawn to my beautiful legs. Most men often give me admiring glances. I feel my vanity is greatly satisfied at that moment.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He's quite handsome, and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he joined the army, and I quickly got a job at an IT company. In my spare time, I would go online at home in the evenings. After a while, I 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.
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Two years later, he was discharged from the military and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and wouldn't let the young couple live alone. After marriage, we were very loving, and our parents also doted on us. My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a state-owned enterprise. He is of medium build and is said to have been an athletic and handsome man in his youth. Although he is now over middle age, he still shows no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 years old and is a typical virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. My mother-in-law cooks and prepares meals at home during the day, handling all the chores with ease, and the house is always spotless. Luckily, I don't have to do housework after work and can spend all my time with my husband. My company requires me to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more comfortable clothes. I like to wear shorts and a light t-shirt. Perhaps it was because my attire accentuated my figure and my beautiful legs that my father-in-law's gaze was drawn to me.

A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed his eyes were constantly following me. I often felt he was spying on my every move, which sometimes made me uncomfortable. I wanted to subtly hint to him at a suitable time to stop staring at me like that. However, seeing how filial my husband was to my parents, I 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 went online to browse some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make one's imagination run wild. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a titled "The Love Story of a Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law" caught my attention. The more I read, the more deeply moved I became. It was a beautifully written and highly provocative article that made my body heat up, and my private parts secreted a lot of fluid, soaking my underwear.

Good heavens! After reading that article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's lustful gaze; instead, I began to feel an inexplicable attraction to this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity—a desire to experience what it was like to make love 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 being spied on and his voyeuristic desires. And I noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly affectionate and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive. This happened about eight months after my marriage. It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning. Around noon, my mother-in-law had just finished preparing lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying there was something going on at her family's house, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away. 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, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because it was hot, I had chosen a loose, small white bra, the kind that just covered my nipples, supported the lower part of my breasts, but left the upper part, most of my breasts, exposed. I wore a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually. But I noticed that my father-in-law was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly eyeing me, which made me a little uncomfortable, but also 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, bending over left my breasts wide open, partially revealing my delicate, snow-white, full breasts. My father-in-law, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity; his gaze was fixed on my full yet not too large breasts. I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew his food.

His lustful eyes were fixed on the parts that 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 so distracted by his gaze, or if it was just a coincidence, after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, my father-in-law's chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground, and 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.

Sure enough, my father-in-law picked them up for a long time, but still didn't return to his seat to eat, so I bent down to look at him. My father-in-law didn't know I was bending down to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the patch of my skirt that revealed my two fair thighs. Today I was wearing a nearly transparent white thong, barely covering my vulva, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes practically right in front of my legs, staring intently at my lower body. I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was practically only covered by the small, transparent thong. His eyes were so intense, it felt like he was touching my swollen, throbbing genitals. I suddenly felt my body heat up, and images of suggestive scenes from articles I'd read online about fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law's love affairs flashed through my mind. I sat in the chair, involuntarily wriggling my hips, spreading my

legs, anticipating the old man's advances from under the table. My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looked up, and noticed me looking 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, as if he was swallowing hard between words. He picked up the chopsticks and went back to his seat to eat. After lunch, I cleared the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning up, I poured him a glass of juice. As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could even take the glass properly, I let go, spilling the juice all over him.

I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and started wiping him all over. As I bent over, my breasts were exposed again, my two smooth, white mounds swaying! My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my chest. It just so happened that the juice had spilled the most around the zipper of my father-in-law's pants, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping it off.

I noticed something gradually bulging inside 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, but I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice. Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately pull away, but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more daring. My heart pounded even harder as he touched me, my soft hands continuing to rub his increasingly sensitive, bulging area.

My father-in-law's hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together. I felt a mix of panic and excitement, but I pretended to gasp in surprise without actually trying to pull away. I deliberately tried to gently break free, blushing, and said, "No!" He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. I kept saying, "No." He slipped his tongue into my ear. I gasped, my body going limp and trembling. His left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand touched my breasts, gently pressing on them.

"Ah...no...don't...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..." I started babbling incoherently. He ignored me and continued his assault. I heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Why can't I, as his father, have one too?" With that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms, and I fell back onto the sofa.

He rolled over and pinned me down, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my blouse. I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway. He lifted my blouse, pushed my white bra up over my breasts, and took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it. "Ah...ah..." I gasped softly.

At that moment, his hard, steel-like penis pressed against my genitals. I felt like I was going to faint; I gasped for breath, my hands gradually reaching for his head, but I kept saying, "No...no..." He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped for a moment, 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, ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day. Your beautiful body fascinates me, and I long for the chance to taste your youthful beauty!"

"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 every moment! Your face, your breasts, especially those snow-white, beautiful legs, are constantly on my mind."

As this old man spoke, his hands never stopped, gently rubbing 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 thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, old foxes are spicier; he knows how to tease me better than my husband. Recently, I've had the urge to try having sex with a man much older than me, and I'm becoming increasingly vulnerable to him. But he's my father-in-law after all, and the thought of living in the same house in the future fills

me with a mix of love and fear—fear of being hurt. Yet, under his gentle caresses, I'm breathless and speechless. "Good daughter-in-law, take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future, and I won't let my son bully you!" When a man wants your body, he'll make any offer, say anything, and women still feel very happy inside. But I still can't agree to him right away; I have to pretend a little longer: "But, but..." He's already bent down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind me to unhook my bra, easily removing it. A pair of white, tender, and full, perky breasts are completely exposed, and I unconsciously cover my nipples with my hands. He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved to my right nipple, his tongue licking and sweeping across the tip, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. He was truly more skilled at flirting and experienced than my husband.

A moment later, he switched sides, his right arm encircling me, his left hand kneading the nipple he had just sucked, while his mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked into my left breast, almost drawing the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple. Oh my god! This feeling was so wonderful. My husband had never flirted with me like this. I felt the love juices from my genitals soaking my panties; my body was powerless to resist, and my heart convinced me: I didn't need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and accept this excited older man before me. Perhaps today he could give me the kind of intimacy I could never experience with my husband! I decided to surrender. He continued to suckle while forcefully thrusting his large penis into my genitals.

At that moment, I let out muffled moans of "Mmm...Mmm..." as I grew increasingly aroused. Overwhelmed by 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 leg, and slipped it inside my short skirt. His hand first touched my soft, burning thigh, and he boldly and lovingly caressed it. "Mmm...Mmm...Ah...Ah..." My moans grew louder.

His lips were still sucking on my left breast as he slid his body from me to the sofa, kneeling beside me. He used both hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, his mouth sucking on my breast and gently biting my nipple. "Mmm...Ah..." I moaned contentedly, thoroughly enjoying the teasing. Slowly, his tongue moved from my left breast, across my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which amplified the stimulation, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably. I sat up slightly, leaning my head against the armrest of the sofa, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me. I also spread my legs wide open. My skirt was completely open, leaving me only with my panties covering my vulva. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body.

My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from my vaginal fluids, unable to conceal the dark shadow beneath. The sheer fabric also revealed a lot of pubic hair, making my private parts appear swollen and bulging. He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut, you're truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, getting to enjoy this ultimate delicacy! He's so much luckier than me."

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

"Little slut, I only realized today that you need it too. I love your little thong to death!"

"Hmm...father-in-law, I'm not going to..."

He swallowed hard, and through the thin, transparent thong, he began rubbing 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's attack, lowered his head to lick the nectar on the fabric, and with both hands pulled on the bows on both sides of my thong, slowly untying and pulling it down, revealing my pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..." I offered only token resistance before letting him pull down my panties. Afterward, I wasn't ashamed and kept my legs wide open so he could see clearly. His eyes widened, staring at my beautiful vulva, his gaze growing increasingly fond of it. "Little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was sticking out. If I'd known you were such a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." He said, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, my vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips. "Oh...mmm...mmm..." Like being electrocuted, my whole body went limp. He began licking me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe with pleasure. Then he sucked and licked along my labia, occasionally inserting his tongue deep into my vagina, causing me to moan loudly with excitement. "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!" My juices flowed in waves, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking that one spot that was killing me. "Ouch...I...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um..." I kept pushing my vulva towards his mouth. "Ouch...ah...ah...brother...stop...I can't take it...ah...um...no more...no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth also full of juices, looking disheveled. He took off his clothes. I sat up with great interest and watched, and when he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis, and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in surprise at its magnificence and its size.

"Isn't my son this big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly. He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!" He pulled my slender hand to his large penis, and I complied, stroking it back and forth. His penis was indeed much larger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft—both cute and terrifying. I stroked his hard penis with great enthusiasm. He held my head in his hands, pushing it towards his penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently kneading his testicles with my right. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely.

"Good girl, good...so good, again..." He gripped my head even harder, shouting, "Good girl...good wife, oh...so good!!!" I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, occasionally glancing at his reaction. His penis stood erect, his face flushed with arousal, his expression radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with my teeth.

"Mmm...mmm...good...mmm..." He was extremely excited. He pulled his large penis out of my mouth, pushed me down onto the sofa, and pressed himself against me. Our naked bodies were pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young." I cooperated by spreading my legs. His impatient penis wandered around, unable to find the entrance to my tender vagina. I moved my buttocks to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance of my vagina, which was already overflowing with lustful fluid.

His right hand held his large penis, rubbing the glans against my vaginal opening dozens of times before pushing open my labia and thrusting forward to insert the glans. After a few more thrusts, the entire penis was inside, swallowed by my lustful vagina. "Ah...mmm...so good..." I began to moan lasciviously. He began to work hard.

“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…husband…ah…so good…so good…” I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly, “Hmm…good husband…good…brother…sister is so…comfortable…so good…”

“My good slut, I finally got you today…”

“Good husband…so comfortable…ah…I love…husband so much…ah…ah…”

“From now on I’m your good father-in-law, your big cock…dear brother…you are my darling…lover…”

“Ah…good husband…fuck me to death…you’re so big…so hard…so powerful…oh…oh…big cock…brother…brother…faster…thrust…faster…harder…a little to the left…uh…right there…ah…so comfortable…harder…ah…” I shouted randomly.

He thrust even harder, and his cock was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband’s, it was really amazing.

“Good husband…dear…father-in-law…dear husband…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 my pussy…”!

“Hmm…like this…is it good…” He thrust and rubbed with both hands, “Is my…cock…big…does it…make you…beautiful…your little pussy…is…tight…than…your mother-in-law…when she was young…I feel so…good…you’re squeezing me…so comfortable…I love you so much…love…you…”

“Hmm…hmm…you’re so great…so amazing…ah…ah…your…cock…fucks my bones…so weak…than your son…so much…greater…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 stimulation of incest only increased our lust. He really was better at fucking me than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after four or five 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...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...good...but...you...are better...you fuck...more good than him fucks me..."

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 moans, his cock fucked 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 pussy tightened, a warm current surged from my body to his glans, and I orgasmed. I couldn't help but shout: "Ah!...ah!...ah...I'm coming...ah..."

He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully, his right hand reaching for my anus, which was already soaked with my juices. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again. Suddenly, he stuck out his middle finger, squeezing a bit inside my anus, and I moaned even more ecstatically. "Oh...ah...what...what is this...oh...it feels...so...so...how can it be so...comfortable...ah..." Attacked from both ends, my white, round buttocks swayed like waves. He continued to thrust, penetrate, rotate, and grind, his cock growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My juices flowed incessantly towards his glans, and I experienced repeated orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting incessantly.

About ten more minutes passed, my orgasms coming in waves, probably after he'd 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 with all his might about fifty or sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina.

"Oh...good wife...slutty...woman...I'm coming..."

"Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quickly give...all...your...seed...to me..."
"Okay...okay...all for you...ah...ah...so good...so good..."

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we slumped on the sofa, unable to get up for a long time. He kept telling me how good it felt to fuck me.

After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Each time was like the first time, intense and satisfying, and we were both completely relaxed. Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I wouldn't lock the door. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and have some intimate time 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 over a year, and neither my husband nor my mother-in-law knows. My father-in-law also treats me like 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've thought more than once about ending this relationship that the world considers abnormal between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but once you're on a pirate ship, it's hard to get off.

Now I'm more than four months pregnant. I don't know whether my husband or father-in-law is the father of my child. I can only deceive myself into believing that the child is his family's bloodline. Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he can indeed give me so much, so much stimulation and pleasure that my husband can't give me. Every time after having sex with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the last time, but I still feel aroused every time I see him, and I still can't stop.

I believe that if a woman cheats, once she gets hooked, it's like smoking—it's really hard to quit. I don't encourage every woman to be like me. But having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a kind of pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful sexual techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability make me feel like I'm in heaven, infinitely happy, it's really so comfortable...

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