Ivy climbed onto her father-in-law's bed

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1. Ivy and her father-in-law:

Ivy, 22, married two years ago after an unplanned pregnancy. However, she miscarried, causing her family considerable grief. Ivy married Ali, a man in his thirties who relied on his father. He had just taken over his father's small company, but it wasn't doing well; in fact, sales were declining, and he was becoming increasingly irritable. Ali was the only son in the family and had been spoiled since childhood. Although he was handsome, he was useless. Ivy suffered a lot after marrying him and found Ali's immaturity to be far inferior to her mature and stable father-in-law.

Ali's father, Ivy's father-in-law, was in his sixties and semi-retired. Because he was worried about the small company his son was managing, he was reluctant to truly retire. He would occasionally check on things at the company. When he had free time, he would stay home, surf the internet, watch TV, or exercise. He enjoyed his life; although his face was wrinkled, his complexion was getting better and better, and he looked very energetic.

Ivy's father-in-law was known for his good relationships, far surpassing the melancholic and Burmese-looking Ali. Ivy had long been aware of his allure, but she had always avoided it, often even averting her gaze from him, afraid he would see through her thoughts and notice her blushing as she turned away. Although Ivy harbored lustful thoughts, she believed she would never commit an affair.

One weekend, an old friend of her father-in-law came to visit. Ali accompanied his mother to the department store, leaving only Ivy, her father-in-law, and the friend at home. Ivy greeted the friend, but unexpectedly, the friend made a crude joke, loudly asking her father-in-law if he had taken a concubine. Ivy blushed, but her father-in-law calmly smiled, pulling the friend to the living room to sit down and drink. This joke seemed to be the catalyst that ignited Ivy's affair with her father-in-law.

In the days that followed, the atmosphere became even more awkward. Ivy, who already harbored lewd thoughts, deliberately avoided her father-in-law's gaze. The experienced father-in-law seemed to sense Ivy's feelings and that she had impure thoughts about him. Whenever Ivy saw her father-in-law gently holding her and Ali's child, she had the feeling that he was the child's father.

Every night at the dinner table, the awkwardness between the two of them made Ivy blush and her heart race. Ivy was about to lose control.

One night, Ivy couldn't sleep. Looking at Ali snoring, she suddenly felt disgusted and wanted to divorce him immediately. But she already had a child and couldn't act impulsively. As she thought about it, her chest felt increasingly tight, so she decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Ivy was wearing a black lace onesie nightgown, the neckline was a bit low, and the skirt was a bit short. Ivy thought it was almost 3 a.m., and her family must be asleep, so she opened the door and went downstairs.

After going downstairs, Ivy had to pass through the living room to get to the kitchen. She saw her father-in-law sitting alone in the living room, drinking alone and watching a late-night program. His back looked weary and lonely. Ivy knew she was dressed somewhat revealingly and didn't want him to see her, so she quietly went to the kitchen, made a cup of milk, and stood there slowly drinking it. That night was particularly hot. Ivy drank most of the milk, her mind filled with the image of her father-in-law's masculine back. Perhaps it was the milk promoting blood circulation, or perhaps some other embarrassing thought, but Ivy found herself feeling hot all over.

Ivy put down the half-finished cup of milk, tidied her hair slightly, and shamelessly pulled down her collar, revealing a glimpse of half a breast. Ivy's heart raced, her breath came in shallow gasps, and her mind went blank as she slowly walked to the living room.

Ivy asked her father-in-law why he wasn't asleep yet, startling him. He turned around and saw Ivy. Before he could say anything, he was struck by how exceptionally sexy she looked that evening. Her long, straight, black hair was swept to one side, revealing glimpses of her fair skin, leaving him mesmerized. Ivy saw excitement in his eyes, which emboldened her, and she teased him further. Ivy gently asked if he wanted to chat with her, and he silently nodded.

Although Ivy was already somewhat out of her mind, she tried to suppress her nervousness and slowly sat down a short distance away from him. She smelled a strong odor of alcohol; her father-in-law had drunk quite a bit. Ivy deliberately crossed her white thighs and looked at him with a suggestive gaze, pretending to ask what he was watching. They both knew what the other was thinking; all that was needed was for someone to act. Her father-in-law's speech was already slurred, and Ivy, seeing his helpless expression for the first time, felt a surge of triumph.

As her father-in-law described the program, Ivy pretended to listen attentively. Whether it would work out tonight was still uncertain. Ivy had already taken a significant step; any further would seem too naive. She thought that if her father-in-law didn't make a move, she would go back to her room.

After finishing his program, her father-in-law, fearing embarrassment, brought up Ali again. Ivy's expression slowly darkened. They chatted for almost half an hour, drinking quite a bit in between. It was nearly 4 a.m. when Ivy told her father-in-law she was going back to her room. Just as she was about to stand up, her thin bra strap slipped down slightly. This unexpected movement became the trigger for their incestuous affair. Ivy pretended not to notice, said goodnight to her father-in-law, and turned to leave.

Her father-in-law called Ivy back, asking her to stay a little longer. Ivy, who had initially felt relieved, suddenly became flustered, unsure whether to sit down or not. Her father-in-law patted the seat next to him, gesturing for Ivy to sit beside him. At that moment, Ivy didn't know whether to feel happy or regretful. Ivy walked to her father-in-law's side. He reeked of alcohol and grabbed her small hand, gently pulling her towards him. Ivy naturally sat on his lap, her arms expertly hooking around his neck. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, their lips almost touching—they had been holding back for so long.

Her father-in-law immediately kissed her, their lips entwined, their sucking sounds filling the air, seemingly forgetting they were in the living room, with their husband and wife upstairs.

Ivy held him tightly, while his hands roamed restlessly, kneading and caressing Ivy's legs. They were completely lost in their own world. The father-in-law kissed Ivy's pink neck, then her ears, his large hands kneading her firm breasts with a mixture of strength and gentleness. At first, Ivy maintained her last shred of reserve, too shy to moan. But as his kisses moved down her neck, to her collarbone, to her large, rounded breasts, and then to her pink nipples, Ivy finally couldn't help but gasp, her body swaying unconsciously. She was eager for her father-in-law to penetrate her.

"Ah...so good," Ivy couldn't help but say. Hearing this, the father-in-law sucked even harder, slowly opening Ivy's tightly closed legs, his large hand slowly exploring inside. "Let me see how my wife's pussy is," her father-in-law teased Ivy, making her ecstatic. He pulled down her small panties and began teasing her vaginal opening with a thick, fat finger. He was surprised to find that Ivy's pussy was already soaking wet, and teased her, calling her slutty. Ivy felt hot at his words, and she realized that her father-in-law's technique was truly amazing. None of her previous boyfriends, including her husband Ali, had ever made her feel this good. If she hadn't been desperately suppressing herself, she would have already reached orgasm from her father-in-law's casual play.

Her father-in-law said, "My darling wife is so sensitive... youth is so wonderful..." Seeing Ivy's slightly trembling appearance, he felt a pang of pity for her and couldn't help but feel jealous for his son. He couldn't resist the urge to possess Ivy, and then his finger slid inside, all the way in, like a small phallus, making Ivy gasp softly. Their lips met again, their tongues swirling together, saliva almost dripping from their mouths. They looked like a couple deeply in love, an adulterous pair.

At 4:20 a.m.

, close to dawn, Ivy was already straddling her father-in-law's lap, kissing and licking each other, their bodies covered in each other's saliva. At this moment, anyone who saw this scene would surely think that Ivy had seduced her father-in-law, that they had done something unspeakable. But it was precisely this stimulation that allowed Ivy and her father-in-law to enjoy an unprecedented passion, as if it were the taste of forbidden fruit in their youth, or even a higher level of pleasure.

Ivy had already pulled down her father-in-law's boxer shorts and tossed them next to the TV. She then rubbed her wet vagina against his engorged penis, while their mouths remained locked in a passionate kiss. The incestuous scene between father-in-law and daughter-in-law was incredibly lewd. Such passion must have been the result of both of them enduring immense pressure. The father-in-law watched as Ivy's pretty face slowly lowered, knowing she was about to give him oral sex. He was very excited, but then he glanced at the clock—it was almost 4:30! His mother-in-law sometimes got up around 5:00. He panicked, gently cupping his wife's face, saying he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to have sex with her now.

Ivy's dress was disheveled, and her father-in-law positioned her in a doggy-style position on the sofa. He looked at Ivy's extremely alluring back, especially the deep cleavage, and hesitated, reluctant to penetrate her, fearing this might be the last time. Ivy noticed her father-in-law hadn't yet made his move, so she turned to look at him and slowly swayed her hips from side to side, like a female dog, enticing him. Her father-in-law's eyes blazed with desire, sweat beading

on his forehead. His thick, long penis plunged in all the way, and after only a few thrusts, Ivy's long-suppressed first orgasm erupted, even Ivy herself couldn't believe it. Then, her father-in-law grabbed Ivy's 23-inch waist and continued to thrust into her plump buttocks. He realized that in his sixty-odd years, he had never been with such a beautiful woman. Her snow-white skin, her smooth hair, her alluring curves—he had fallen in love with Ivy, fallen in love with his wife, and couldn't wait to marry her.

"Ah! Ah! Mmm!" Ivy went wild, beginning to moan wantonly. Her father-in-law panicked, quickly pressing Ivy's head down, signaling her to be quiet. Then he noticed Ivy's slender, pink neck and couldn't resist kissing it, saliva dripping down her neck onto the sofa.

After a couple hundred thrusts, Ivy was made to lie on the fluffy carpet, and he continued to pound into her from the front. Ivy was surprised to find that her father-in-law's sexual prowess was unexpectedly strong, far surpassing that of his son. The father-in-law thrust wildly a couple hundred more times, his face flushed red. Ivy, realizing he was about to ejaculate, clamped her thighs around him, pleading, "Dad, shoot inside!" He knew it was impossible, but seeing his wife's wanton expression only fueled his masculine urges. He thrust over a hundred more times, and Ivy had her second orgasm, her body trembling shamelessly. Before she could recover, her wet vagina tightened, and after a dozen more thrusts, he pulled out and sprayed semen onto her face. Ivy, who had never tasted semen before, opened her mouth for the first time. Most of the thick semen shot into her mouth. She deliberately let it linger, her tongue swirling around, her hazy eyes watching her father-in-law, teasing him. She savored his semen before slowly swallowing it. Ivy thought, "So, even the semen of my true love is sweet." Seeing this, the father-in-law felt an urge to get hard again and have another round.

They checked the clock; it was almost 5 pm. After tidying up a bit, they went back to their rooms, acting as if nothing had happened.

The next day, Ali went to work as usual, while his mother went to a friend's house to play mahjong. The father-in-law slept soundly until 2 pm, when he felt a very comfortable sensation in his genitals. Looking down, he saw Ivy sucking his penis. It seemed Ivy still wasn't satisfied.

It seemed that Ivy and her father-in-law's happy days had quietly begun...

2. The Affair Heats Up

9:30 pm

Tonight, Ali was working overtime at the company, preoccupied with his thoughts. Recently, Ali had noticed that his wife, Ivy, was becoming increasingly beautiful, with a rosy complexion and smoother skin. He noticed that Ivy's wardrobe contained many sexy lingerie and pajamas. Although Ali had played with Ivy wearing these sexy clothes, he always felt something was off; Ivy had changed.

At the same time, Ivy was reading in her room, but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind was filled with images of making love with her father-in-law. Unconsciously, she became wet, and her fingers slowly slid down to her crotch, gently playing with them.

Her father-in-law was in his own room, massaging his mother-in-law's body. He seemed unusually gentle tonight, actually feeling guilty. Despite his guilt, his mind was still restless, filled with Ivy's beautiful face, sexy body, wet vagina, and melodious moans.

His mother-in-law finally fell asleep comfortably. Her father-in-law glanced at the clock by the bed. He desperately wanted to rush to Ivy's room, but he didn't know when his son would return home, and he struggled between going and not going.

In her room, Ivy had already experienced her first orgasm. Trembling, she couldn't help but put her fingers, covered in her own fluids, into her mouth and suck on them, as if they were her father-in-law's penis. Ivy was surprised by her own arousal.

Just as Ivy was about to put her cleaned fingers back into her vagina, she heard a soft knock on the door. Ivy knew her husband wasn't home yet, so it must be her father-in-law, and she was incredibly excited. She ran to the mirror, casually tousled her long, black hair to make herself look even more alluring, then gave herself a seductive look, admiring her reflection from both sides before trying to suppress her overwhelming excitement and slowly walking to open the door.

The door opened, and her father-in-law was once again stunned by Ivy. Tonight, Ivy was wearing an extremely sexy nightgown—a royal blue sheer nightgown, the semi-transparent fabric barely covering her private parts, with only a black lace thong underneath. In the dim light of the room, Ivy looked even more mysterious and exceptionally sexy, almost magical. Ivy's two watery eyes seemed to be glistening with tears, leaving her father-in-law momentarily speechless.

Seeing her father-in-law standing there, excitedly staring at her body, Ivy felt very pleased with herself and eagerly pulled him into the room, then closed the door behind her.

Ivy pinned her father-in-law against the wall, deliberately gazing into his eyes with a seductive look, teasing him. The father-in-law, however, said that doing this in his son and daughter-in-law's room seemed inappropriate, and he worried that his son might suddenly come home and see them. Before he could finish speaking, Ivy pressed her wet lips to his, her tongue darting inside, swirling around a few times. Before he could react, Ivy had already grasped his already erect penis with her small hands, rubbing it against his trousers. The father-in-law, overwhelmed by Ivy's onslaught, forgot all about his son, then firmly grasped Ivy's buttocks with both hands, kneading them vigorously.

Both were breathing heavily.

Just as the father-in-law was lost in the moment, Ivy suddenly turned him around, then pushed him forcefully onto the bed. He lost his balance and fell onto the bed. Before her father-in-law could react, Ivy was already straddling him, pressing her lips to his in another passionate, wet kiss. He grew increasingly excited, his large hands slipping under Ivy's skirt and moving upwards to grasp her ample breasts, kneading them forcefully. From behind, Ivy's rounded buttocks were fully exposed, incredibly sexy and alluring. At

10:00 pm

, Ali was almost home. Thinking about the upcoming lovemaking with his wife, his mood instantly improved. "I must be overthinking it," he told himself.

Meanwhile, in the room, Ivy had her father-in-law's large penis firmly in her mouth, sucking it passionately. He was completely naked, sometimes closing his eyes to enjoy it, sometimes watching his beloved daughter-in-law's wanton expression as she diligently served him. He never imagined that at his age he would have such good fortune, to be able to enjoy the pleasures of such a perfect beauty. He knew he was completely in love with Ivy; he wanted to possess her, to snatch her away from his son.

The father-in-law used his hand to press Ivy's head down so that Ivy could take it in deeper.

As her father-in-law's hand pressed down, his penis slowly slid deep into Ivy's throat. Ivy felt uncomfortable; she had never tried taking a penis so deep before, but she couldn't resist him. Ivy was clearly unaccustomed to deep throating, choking and blushing, tears welling in her eyes. Her father-in-law, however, showed no mercy, pressing Ivy's head down again and again, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Each time Ivy had his penis completely submerged in her mouth, she had to spit it out to catch her breath, watching the saliva stream down her face. Both felt they were doing the most lewd thing in the world.

Gradually, Ivy actually began to enjoy this feeling. She was subdued by her father-in-law's dominance; she seemed to enjoy this masochistic sensation. Her father-in-law no longer needed to guide her deep throating; each subsequent thrust reached deep into her throat.

At 10:20 pm ,

Ivy performed oral sex on her father-in-law for a full 20 minutes. Their desire was burning intensely, completely forgetting that the bed had another owner.

Ivy pulled her thong aside, straddled her father-in-law, and was about to insert his penis when they both heard the engine of Ali's car.

They panicked, their first thought being to put their clothes back on, but the father-in-law couldn't find his underwear—all Ivy's fault for having tossed it far away.

He was still fumbling for his faded underwear when Ivy hurriedly sat on the dressing table, combing her disheveled hair and adjusting her pajamas. The scene was a stark contrast to their earlier passionate romance, utterly disheveled.

The father-in-law finally found his underwear, which had fallen beside the TV, and breathlessly put it on, then his shorts, only to hear Ali's footsteps coming upstairs.

Oh no.

Their minds went blank.

Ali gently knocked on the door before opening it. Ivy, dressed in a sexy nightgown, lay on the bed, looking at Ali with a slightly shaken expression, afraid he would notice something amiss.

Looking at the sexy pajamas, Ali couldn't tell anything was amiss. His erection was practically bursting out of his pants. He ripped off his tie and climbed onto the bed.

Seeing Ali's enthusiasm, Ivy breathed a sigh of relief and let him lick her body and grope her. Then, Ivy remembered her father-in-law's foreplay techniques and couldn't help but think her husband was inexperienced. She shifted her gaze to the side—her private wardrobe. She knew her father-in-law was watching her being violated by his son.

In the dark wardrobe, he could vaguely see outside through several narrow gaps.

Ivy looked at the wardrobe with a provocative gaze, making her father-in-law's blood boil; his penis was as hard as an iron rod. The unfinished business left him feeling incredibly unsatisfied. Ivy seemed to be getting aroused by the kisses, her body gently writhing and responding to Ali's kisses. Her father-in-law couldn't help but feel jealous.

From a third-person perspective, watching Ivy wrapped her arms around her husband Ali's neck, kissing him and rubbing her thighs against his crotch, seemingly forgetting that her father-in-law was witnessing everything in the room, the father-in-law couldn't help but think Ivy was an extremely wanton slut.

Ali pulled down Ivy's panties, then spread her legs wide and thrust his penis in, all the way in. Ali's thrusting was very vigorous, something the elderly father-in-law couldn't match. Seeing Ivy moaning incessantly from the thrusting, he felt both love and hate, and his hand couldn't help but reach into his pants, stroking his own penis.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Ivy's wanton moans filled the room, especially lewd tonight.

After thrusting more than three hundred times, Ali made Ivy sit on him. Ivy obediently turned around and sat on Ali, grabbing his penis, adjusting her position, and then inserting Ali's penis into her body, completely submerging it. Ivy began to sway her hips, her movements becoming increasingly vigorous. Her father-in-law watched from inside the wardrobe as Ivy's supple body swayed wildly, displaying extreme lewdness.

Ali's pubic hair was soaked with Ivy's vaginal fluids.

"Look at you, you slut, so wet," Ali said smugly.

"Your cock is big, it feels so good inside me..."

Hearing this lewd conversation from inside the wardrobe, his penis was about to explode, and he increased the speed of his thrusting.

Ivy experienced her first orgasm while swaying on Ali. Watching Ivy tremble on top of him, just as he was about to ejaculate, he grabbed one of Ivy's evening gowns and sprayed his semen onto it, making a mess and filling the wardrobe with a foul stench.

Ali was also exhausted. Amidst Ivy's intense orgasm and trembling, Ali couldn't help but ejaculate wave after wave of semen inside her.

After all three were exhausted, Ali went into the bathroom to shower, seemingly relieved.

The father-in-law gently opened the wardrobe. Ivy smiled at him with an incredibly smug expression, making him want to pounce on her immediately. He tossed her the semen-stained evening gown, calling it a gift for the evening. Ivy smelled a foul odor and gave him a wry smile, telling him not to clean herself and to lick it clean with her mouth later. The father-in-law grinned, knowing there was more to come, and then sneaked out of the room.

After showering, Ali went straight to sleep, and Ivy eagerly left the room.

The father-in-law suggested they stay in his study downstairs that night, so the two sneaked in, locking the door behind them. Inside, Ivy's moans continued until dawn.

The two seemed to be getting bolder and bolder.

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