Father-in-law rapes daughter-in-law

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, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally touching my buttocks, making it feel normal and leaving me speechless.

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 situation, my parents' health, and about my husband and me. He talked to me, held my hand—it was all normal—and gave me advice like an elder, which I didn't want to refuse. It was a bit inappropriate for him to hold my hand, but it wasn't too outrageous. I didn't say anything, and he casually touched my breast, acting as if it were unintentional.

Actually, not long after we met before the wedding and I met his parents, I noticed he was looking at me strangely. A woman's intuition is very accurate; he could tell the difference between a normal and an abnormal look in my eyes if you paid close attention.

A few days before the wedding, my father-in-law also chatted with me. After we talked about normal things, he said that 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 our bodies were far apart, 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 thing becomes more obvious after marriage. Hugging isn't really a custom. It's just that he was acting like an elder at the time, so I couldn't refuse in that atmosphere.

It was indeed a very light hug, and our bodies were far apart. It was just that the position of his hand was wrong. He put his hand on my back near my bra, not on my shoulder or anything, and gave me a suggestive smile that 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 I'd notice him brushing against me, and 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 asked me that on purpose. What could I say? I could only stay silent. I know he's interested, but I don't think he'll go too far, after all, she's my daughter-in-law. At most, he'd try 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, touch my waist, or my chest, his hand sliding over. I don't know if he's faking being drunk, and I don't want to push him away.

Whether he was genuinely drunk or pretending, this was the only way he dared to touch me so subtly. Besides, his hand only brushed against my breasts, not boldly placed on them. My husband is very busy with work, so several times in this situation, I was home alone. He was probably just pretending to be drunk, otherwise he would have intentionally touched my breasts. In short, it wasn't too outrageous.

The few times he went too far, I helped him into his room and sat him 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 was testing me; if I half-heartedly resisted, he would dare to do it. He knew I didn't want to do this, but seeing my personality, he felt confident to continue harassing me. He knew I didn't want to be too intimate and was somewhat avoiding him. But he also knew I was afraid of him and had a rather weak personality. Every evening after dinner, he would watch TV in the living room, and I would usually find an excuse to go to my room, just because I was worried about the awkwardness of sitting together.

He knew I was weak and didn't dare tell my husband. He knew my personality and was testing me, waiting for an opportunity to make a bold move, because he knew he was confident and was 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 about him, 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 have similar temperaments—domineering and chauvinistic. My husband left home at 17, and the relationship between father and son 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 because he's busy with work. He doesn't live far from home, but he rarely comes back. He's just too busy and tired. I'm newly married, and we don't spend much time together. Of course, I want sex, but I'm not satisfied. However, it doesn't feel like a big deal if we don't have sex; we're both young, and we should focus on 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 certainly doesn't lack female companionship. My in-laws have been separated for many years. The reason my mother-in-law separated is because she and he couldn't get along. Perhaps because I have less social experience, I'm a bit 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 was to first win me over psychologically, slowly getting me to accept him without physically bothering me. Once I was psychologically accepted, he would then attack my physical needs. He would put his hand behind me, not right next to me, but I couldn't lean back; leaning back would be like being in his arms. My father-in-law is very cunning; he wanted to be close to me but pretended to be nonchalant, making me lower my guard. It was this sofa trap that led me into the trap of being raped.

Chapter Two: 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 my father-in-law liked me. He'd only ever met women who were willing, and he'd never encountered someone like me who wasn't, especially since I was his daughter-in-law. This gave him a different feeling, not just about sex, but also the feeling that he liked me.

I usually told him my husband was very hardworking and that I understood, giving very normal answers without mentioning anything else I was unhappy about. He subtly tried to get information out of me, asking if my husband treated me well, and if I wanted to confide in him about my loneliness when he wasn't around, so he could take advantage of the situation.

My father-in-law said, "My dear daughter-in-law is so good, Daddy likes her too. So sensible and gentle." He kept calling me "daughter-in-law" and "Daddy," as if he was very interested in this kind of relationship. His words were ambiguous, yet he spoke in a tone befitting an elder, making it impossible for me to refuse, and I started to overthink things.

I wasn't disgusted by what I heard, but I felt embarrassed. What kind of father-in-law talks to his daughter-in-law like that? He didn't go too far, so I didn't say anything, feeling shy. Sometimes, seeing I was nervous, he would talk to me about other things—my work, finance, investments, financial management, tea, books I've read, celebrities, and fashion. He understands women well; talking about topics I like makes me less nervous. When I feel relaxed and happy, he'll naturally put his arm around me.

I don't dress revealingly; I'm quite careful. At home, I always wear cotton pajamas, feeling it's inconvenient between a man and a woman. My father-in-law is so thoughtful, so perceptive of my feelings. He sees I'm nervous and talks about other things, then puts his arm around me when I'm thinking about something else. It makes me feel very natural. If he just teased me, I would feel repulsed. He understands women's minds well. My father-in-law is slowly winning me over. On the sofa, he never goes too far, just a gentle embrace, not an excessive one.

Later, he asked if I could dance, and I said I did classical dance when I was little. He asked if I could ballroom dance. I said not really. He said, "Come on, jump with Dad. It's okay if you can't, I'll help you." I was pulled up, and he put one hand on my waist. He stared at me. He asked me if any boys at school were pursuing me. I said no. He said, "Girl, look at you, so fair-skinned, such a great figure, perky breasts, and a round, big butt, don't all those boys pursue you?"
I was terrified by his explicit words. He then said he was going back to his room and hurried upstairs. I felt it was too blatant for an elder to say that. So I thought staying any longer would cause trouble, and 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 clearly inappropriate. I later realized this wasn't right, so I told my husband I'd stay in my company dormitory for a few days because I had a lot of work.
The more I went there, the more curious and fonder my father-in-law became of me. That's how men are; they want what they can't have. However, after about a week at my company, my husband had to go on a business trip. I went home to help him pack, and inevitably

, we had 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, believing that failing to conquer me would be a failure for him. During the day, things were fine; I just tidied the house and helped him pack. But I discovered that my father-in-law had sent our housekeeper away. 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, the dormitory conditions are bad, and home isn't far, why don't you come home?" He knew I wasn't going home because of him, and he asked on purpose, so I said, "Oh, I'll be more careful in the future. I'll 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 responsibility onto me, making it seem natural for me to go home. The first day my husband was there, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He saw my husband was away on a business trip and sent the maid away, which was clearly directed at me. I didn't realize the danger, thinking at most he would just hug me like before.

My husband went to the airport the next afternoon. Since he left directly from home, I couldn't bear 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 and said, "Honey, Dad's not in a good mood, come and talk to Dad." He seemed to be in a bad mood, so I sat next to him. He was reading and drinking red wine, and casually poured me a glass. I said I didn't drink much, and he told me to drink less, not too much. Is red wine good for women? Even though I knew my husband wasn't there, and he had sent the maid away, something was definitely wrong, but I didn't think much of it. He knew how I reacted when he flirted with me before; what could he do to me? His expression seemed very natural. He didn't even look at me in my nightgown after my shower, focusing intently on drinking his red wine. He might really have 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, and so on. 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 pretty good alcohol tolerance; I usually don't get dizzy after just a little. Although I know red wine has a strong aftereffect. It was only two small wine glasses, not much. Being alone with my father-in-law, I was worried that drinking too much would be bad for me, so I only drank this much, which was perfectly safe.

He noticed I was 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 haven'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, I was so nervous, I couldn't think of anything, but my body reacted even when I wasn't thinking. 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 first to make things easier.

The wine was clearly tainted, but the initial effect wasn't strong; it 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 anymore; 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 that it was very large, 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 from the penetration. I was quite disoriented at the time, and my husband had just left, so 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 the fact that he wasn't using a condom made the stimulation too intense for him. He'd been with all sorts of women, but he'd never raped anyone, let alone slept with his daughter-in-law. He liked me so much, and finally, I was his, which excited and thrilled him. 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! **** I'm fucking your cunt!" He said such vulgar things while doing it, which I felt humiliated, and it only aroused him more.

I don't know if he lost control or did it on purpose, but his penis pressed against my cervix, and a gush 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 if I got pregnant; we were both his family's flesh and blood.

After my father-in-law finished his intense thrusting and ejaculating, he calmed down, still pressing himself against 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 about me, but this time he's talking about his father, which shows he's very interested in playing with his daughter-in-law.
I can't accept the reality of being raped by my father-in-law, I'm heartbroken, I kept crying, lying on the sofa, I don't know if I was washing away the semen from my vagina, then I drifted off to sleep, I don't remember anything else. When he violated me the first time, I struggled, then cried, I was very tired and exhausted, and I drifted off to sleep. I usually can't get this drunk even after two glasses of red wine, and I couldn't fall asleep like that, there must have been something wrong with the wine.

On the sofa, I don't know how he carried me into the room, I woke up in the 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 my father-in-law was also naked. My genitals felt sticky, I felt dirty, he must have touched me again that night.

Chapter Four:

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

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 crying.

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

A few days later, my father-in-law saw how haggard I looked and panicked. He called a doctor to give me nutritional supplements. Later, my father-in-law kept urging me to apologize, feeding me porridge with a spoon, saying things were easy to talk about, and to eat first. He said I couldn't go on without eating, so I opened my mouth and ate. He fed me spoonful by spoonful until he was finally at ease.

I argued with my father-in-law for a long time because I didn't want this to happen. I was angry, and living in the same house felt too unsafe. Even if I didn't want to, I was still vulnerable to his harassment, so I went back to my dorm. Now my husband and I have moved out. To prevent my father-in-law from harassing me every day, I told my husband we wouldn't live at home anymore for work convenience.
Later, my father-in-law mentioned wanting to have sex with me a few times. 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 penis thrust in and out of my vagina for so long, 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 sexuality, 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 particularly 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. Morally, I felt disgusted. After all, he's my father-in-law, 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 my husband cheats on me, 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 after the first time. 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 I was, 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 about myself.

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 bit, 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, I was in a similar situation, half-heartedly letting 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, they like French kissing their fathers-in-law, which means they like having sex with their fathers-in-law. Although Nana likes having sex with her father-in-law, 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 vulva, 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 conscious. It was bigger than my husband's. I couldn't help but rub my father-in-law's penis with my hand. With my father-in-law touching me like this, I think it was impossible for me to remain calm.

After I moved out, my father-in-law texted me saying I was his darling and that I wanted to bring back the best times we had.
In Chapter Five

, when my husband and I were having sex, he called me a slut, saying that's normal in bed, it's just flirting. The first time I had sex with my father-in-law, I don't know the specifics later… I wasn't fully conscious, I can't remember the details… I was half-awake… This time I was 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 from being 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 tense, and it contracted as soon as he licked me. I couldn't relax, but it felt very good. Both my husband and father-in-law have licked me.

I haven't given him oral sex; I still haven't fully accepted him. When my father-in-law had sex with me, although I was unwilling, I acted like I did during sex, moaning, just not actively. My father-in-law went straight in; he was very eager, unlike the fathers-in-law of Tian Tian and Guo Guo who inserted 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, a feeling of emptiness inside. When his penis went in, I felt very full, definitely. I

was also a little reserved, even though it was only the second time I had sex with my father-in-law, consciously speaking, it was the first time. My emotions weren't stable then; I was angry and didn't have much of a desire to do it. But my vagina wouldn't listen to me, instinctively reacting to the intrusion of his penis. My vagina seems a little special. My husband said that as soon as he entered, my vagina would move, like a little mouth sucking… not consciously contracting, 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, plus I was scared and nervous. Now I'm fully conscious, carefully savoring the feeling of having a second man's penis inserted. I felt a tightness in my vagina, and it was inserted very deeply, deeper than my husband. My father-in-law's penis is big, about 16 or 17 centimeters. The feeling of being penetrated by a penis is definitely different.

If it weren't for my father-in-law, I wouldn't have experienced the feeling of being penetrated by other penises. However, I'm still more open with my husband. At that time, I was just being stubborn and couldn't let go. I feel that sex is only enjoyable when both people are open. Just having a big penis doesn't make me feel as comfortable as when I'm with my husband. But when my father-in-law was having sex with me, I also moaned, but I didn't cooperate. I didn't cooperate because I wasn't proactive. My waist and buttocks twisted, but it was just instinct. My expression and voice were the same as during sex. I couldn't maintain my usual calm expression. I was just not proactive. Everything else was the same as during normal sex. When I'm with my husband, I'm more open. I'm always the one who actively teases and entices him.

When his penis enters my vagina, I can't feel the sucking sensation deep inside my vagina. I'm not doing it on my own. My vagina moves on its own. My husband told me, but I wasn't aware of it myself. If I actively squeeze myself, my husband usually can't handle it, just like in Shiqing's diary. Shiqing said her husband couldn't handle it when her vagina deliberately squeezed his penis.

The second time with my father-in-law, I wasn't open-minded, so of course I didn't squeeze myself. It was just my vagina's instinctive reaction to penetration, and I was naturally wet. I probably have a high libido.

I don't know why he insists on having sex with me. Even after marriage, there are men pursuing me, but I'm married and don't really care. I feel like I'm fine. I'm just an ordinary girl. Not cheating is my bottom line. When my father-in-law is having sex with me, it's impossible for me to remain completely unresponsive. It's impossible for my face to look the same as usual. It's like having sex. How can I control my expression? My reaction is so strong. Some people might be able to handle it, but I can't. My reaction is too strong.

My father-in-law started thrusting faster. I couldn't think of anything else at the time. I just didn't take the initiative and waited quietly until he finished. But later, I couldn't take it anymore and lost control, and I squirted. During sex, my body moves uncontrollably, twisting and turning. I've never done this with anyone before, and the feeling was different from my husband's. My father-in-law's sex felt incredibly good; I couldn't control my orgasms. I felt a gush of fluid 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 had sex with my father-in-law, 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, not expecting me to squirt. He said it very embarrassingly, "Beautiful daughter-in-law, your vagina is so tender and tight, squirting makes your father-in-law feel so good!" My sweet father-in-law also said the same thing. Hearing him say that makes me so shy and embarrassed. My father-in-law must really enjoy this forbidden feeling, talking about both his daughter-in-law and himself. He's had many women, but he rarely knows about squirting.

I didn't experience any forbidden pleasure. Afterwards, I still felt sorry for my husband because 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 or use such words. I don't discuss this with netizens. My father-in-law likes to see me shy. When I'm shy, I blush, and when he sees me shy, he kisses my cheek and tries to kiss my lips, but I refuse and cover my mouth.

Some people give my father-in-law women—his subordinates and some company bosses. No matter how many women he's been with, the feeling of having sex with me is different. What kind of women would he give me? Of course, it wouldn't be like me. He's been with all kinds of women, but the feeling of having sex with his daughter-in-law is different. Maybe that's why he likes 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. Kissing me would mean I like him, and I instinctively reject his kisses. I feel that only deep love can accept kisses. Actually, I've become attached to my father-in-law, but I still love my husband. My heart can't accept anyone else. Being attached to him isn't about love; it's just that he's the second man to penetrate me, so I can't ignore him. I'm very sensitive about this.

After I orgasm, my father-in-law continues to fuck me. At first, you orgasm quickly; I usually orgasm fast. When I lie down, my breasts are very firm. I have a lot of pubic hair, especially around my labia majora. During sex, I always look at him, unlike with Tian Tian who closes her eyes. This way, we can communicate. I don't speak, but I can communicate with my father-in-law through our eyes about how I feel being fucked. Actually, I'm somewhat passive with my father-in-law. My husband likes me looking at him, saying I have big eyes and a pitiful look. 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. Maybe it's because my skin is fair, but both my upper and lower body are pinkish, including my breasts and labia. When my father-in-law fucks me, he watches his penis going in and out of my vagina. During sex, I look at him and know what he's looking at and thinking.

He loves kissing my genitals and breasts, and he likes sucking on my nipples. It doesn't hurt, just a ticklish feeling. My breasts feel swollen; my nipples are sensitive, and they protrude when touched, even though they're not usually prominent. So, when I react, they protrude, making the change very obvious. But 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, and he can see it.

My father-in-law is more attentive when kissing my genitals than my husband, and I don't know why he likes it so much. He sucks on my labia, which my husband also likes to lick. 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 inside; he also has his own unsatisfactory aspects. The different feelings I bring him go beyond just sex.

He doesn't lack women; I make him feel at home. He could experience the same different feelings with me without having sex. That's how men are; if they like a woman, they want to have sex with her, believing that's how they possess her. He thinks I understand him; I guess I'm more mature than girls my age.

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