Father-in-law after marriage

My name is Zhuang Yijing, I'm 32 years old, and I work as an accountant at a bank. I've been married to my husband for less than a year. He's

a lawyer at a law firm, and we met through a friend's introduction.

My husband comes from a single-parent family; his mother, my mother-in-law, passed away when he was six. He

and his sister were raised by his father. My father-in-law is a retired civil servant, a very outgoing and sociable man.

Before our marriage, he always gave me a very good impression, until that incident happened.

My husband and I work in northern China, and my father-in-law came all the way up for our wedding, naturally staying in

the apartment we bought.

Our apartment is a two-bedroom, two-living-room layout. Because of our urban lifestyle, we only had one

landline phone in the bedroom, and that's where the incident started.

Everyone was tired on our wedding day, and my husband and I were too embarrassed to have sex because my father-in-law was staying in the guest room next door

. The next day, my husband and I went to work, and my father-in-law was home alone. The incident happened after we returned home.

Because of my habit of locking the door when "outsiders" are around, my father-in-law was very unhappy about this. That

evening, when he came home, he told me that this was his son's house and why it was locked, and that he couldn't come into our room

to make phone calls. Although I didn't understand why he didn't use a cell phone, I still agreed at the time and gave

him a key.

But the incident happened the very next day. Because I'm a financial advisor at a bank, I get off work earlier than

my husband When I got home, I saw my father-in-law come out of our room. Even if it was just for a moment, I could see

that he looked flustered. He then acted like a very kind father-in-law, warmly asking me why I

was home . That feeling made me very uneasy, but I told myself that my father-in-law was making a phone call in the room.

Of course, the truth was not what I thought. I usually shower as soon as I get home. As usual, I took off

my suit and threw it into the laundry basket along with my stockings. While throwing away the clothes, I noticed yesterday's stockings and

underwear were on top of the basket, which was different from my usual routine. I picked up the underwear and

stockings and was shocked to find them sticky and gritty. I knew the fishy smell was from semen. At that moment, I

was terrified because only my new father-in-law would do such a thing, and he was right outside the door.

I frantically called my husband, but he answered and told me he was in a meeting and would be working overtime that night on a case

study so that our honeymoon could start smoothly the day after tomorrow. I wanted him to come home quickly. My husband

asked me why, but I couldn't answer. Perhaps he thought I was just being coy and reassured him that

his father was home and it was safe, but he didn't know that what I feared most right now was his father.

I didn't dare shower anymore. As I hid in my room, panicking, there was a knock on the door. My father-in-law was

outside, asking me what I wanted for dinner. I quickly put on my clothes and stood behind the door, but I didn't dare to open the doorknob.

The fear and helplessness I felt facing the door made me almost cry.

When the lock clicked open, I remembered that my father-in-law had the key. I tried to block

the door with my body, but it was no use, as the door continued to open inch by inch.

I cried in fear, and to make matters worse, my perverted father-in-law opened the door and pretended to be kind, asking me what had happened

. I tried to act calm, but I knew my body was trembling, and even answering was difficult.

My father-in-law looked at the laundry basket outside our bathroom and knew that his affair had been exposed. He revealed the most lewd face I had

ever seen in my life. He hugged me, and I struggled desperately, pushing him away with all my might. I

felt myself being pushed back, and finally, my foot hit something, and I fell down. With the softness of the landing, I knew

I had been pushed onto the bed.

My father-in-law kissed my face and my lips. He smelled of old age and a strong

scent of cologne. My father-in-law's actions were domineering and urgent. My mind went blank; I could only try to

dodge and resist. I swayed my head from side to side until I felt dizzy. Seeing that he couldn't kiss my

lips, he held my chin, preventing me from escaping. He said he had fantasized about kissing me like this for a long time.

The strong smell of saliva filled my senses. I refused to open my mouth, so he bit my lips,

making me feel itchy and slightly numb. He told me my lips smelled sweet, sexy, and wet. I felt

ashamed . He pushed up my t-shirt, pulled down my bra, and started biting and nibbling at my breasts,

sucking on my nipples while saying, "Your breasts smell so good, so soft, so sweet." I didn't know if sweaty

breasts were really sweet, but his actions made me both itchy and painful. I didn't want to give in, but he

made me moan softly.

My father-in-law pulled my hand inside his pants and made me hold his penis. His penis

bounced a few times when it touched my hand, which brought me to my senses. I didn't know what the standard for a man was, but I knew it was

thicker than my husband's. After he pulled down his pants, it was the largest penis I had ever touched in my sexual experience, even though I

'd only been with three men, including my husband.

His glans was already glistening with pre-ejaculate. He wanted me to give him oral sex, but I said I couldn't. He told

me that if I did, he wouldn't penetrate me that day.

I begged him, saying it was incest, but he said we weren't related by blood. He held my hand and stroked

his penis, the heat radiating from my palm. I quickened my pace, thinking that

if I could make him ejaculate with my hand, perhaps I wouldn't suffer his bestiality again today.

He seemed to see through my intentions. He pulled my hand away and forced his penis into my mouth

. My teeth were clenched tightly, but he didn't seem to care, rubbing my mouth from side to side like he was brushing his teeth, making me very uncomfortable.

I really dislike giving oral sex to men. My husband has asked me to do it for him before, but the fishy smell of his penis

is unbearable. Several times, I

've only agreed to do it after I've thoroughly cleaned him in the bathroom and applied honey to enhance the experience. My father-in-law pinched my nose, forcing me to open my teeth. He

took the opportunity to shove his penis into my mouth and swirl it around. The stench of his penis was even stronger than my husband's, making me want to vomit

. He kept pushing my tongue against his head, and I tried to dodge, but the narrow space in my mouth meant my tongue was

constantly being invaded.

After I gagged a few times, my father-in-law finally withdrew his penis. Just as I was about to catch my breath, he opened his mouth and

shoved his tongue into mine, teasing it.

I have to admit, my father-in-law is very good at wet kissing; his kisses felt very good, even a little mesmerizing, and I actively extended my tongue...

My father-in-law sucked my tongue. But I woke up when his hand went inside my pants.

I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was strong and quickly penetrated my pants

, touching my genitals. When he touched my labia, I trembled several times. He kissed my earlobe and

breathed saying, "You're already so wet down there."

I felt ashamed and embarrassed. He started to pull on my pants, and I tried to dodge and run away, but

he would pull me back. I pulled my pants back with both hands, but he would move forward. I retreated to the edge of the bed,

and he would follow. I only thought about not letting him penetrate me, about guarding my last line of defense, but

it was all in vain. In the end, he pulled me back to the center of the bed and threw my underwear on the floor.

I told my father-in-law it was incest and begged him not to continue. I compromised, saying I was willing to give him a handjob,

even oral sex, just to avoid penetration. But he ignored me; his eyes were fixed

on my crotch. Even though I clenched my legs, I felt his eyes burning my labia. Finally,

he forced my legs apart. He pressed his penis against my labia, repeatedly asking, "

Why ?"

I didn't answer, even though I knew it was just a natural bodily reaction, not my true desire, but

I still felt ashamed. I covered my face, not wanting to see this cruel moment. He thrust a few times, and I couldn't hold back

; his penis forced my labia open.

"It's in," he deliberately humiliated me in my ear. He thrust forcefully

, and I couldn't help but cry out. Every time I cried out, he would ask if I was enjoying it. He kept

saying in my ear, "So wet, so soft, so tight," sometimes calling me "wife," sometimes my name. When I heard him

call me "wife," I felt guilty towards my husband. The guilt of incest made my whole body tense. I wanted him

to finish and , but my body was experiencing pleasure from my father-in-law's thrusting. This pleasure

hurt my heart, but I didn't want him to stop.

My father-in-law was biting my ear hard. I don't know how he knew where my erogenous zones were most

sensitive . His actions made my moans more and more frequent. He was humiliating me again. He kept demanding

that I say shameful and vulgar things, and that I describe our lovemaking in crude language. He demanded that I call

his penis "lazy dick" and my vagina "wet hole." When I refused, he stopped thrusting, pressed my body

down heavily, and then kept biting and nibbling at my earlobes, nipples, and the sensitive areas of my neck, leaving me in a state of limbo

. Faced with his perverted demands, I didn't want to agree, but I still shamelessly complied with his requests.

Having succeeded in his scheme, he thrust heavily, hurling insults and further

tormenting me with the sounds of their bodies colliding. My body was very sensitive, and I was very wet. Under my father-in-law's thrusts, I made

sounds that filled me with shame and embarrassment. The "slap slap" sounds were used by my father-in-law to further humiliate me: "So wet

, are you enjoying being fucked?" I didn't want to admit it, but the pleasure my father-in-law gave me was something I had never experienced before.

Under his humiliation, I climaxed, my mind blank, the intensity surpassing anything my husband had ever given me.

During intercourse, he kept mentioning his son, my husband. He kept saying he envied my

husband marrying me, that he was fulfilling his duty as a father in place of his son, and that his son's possessions were his possessions. I thought of my

dear husband, his gentle and considerate nature, his love for me making me want to be his bride again in the next life. What should have been a sweet,

newlywed couple making love, preparing to have their first child, had turned into a perverted father-in-law committing incest with his daughter-in-law.

Tears streamed down my face.

My father-in-law had excellent stamina; he only started to ejaculate after my second orgasm. I begged him not to ejaculate inside me

, but he ignored me and, with his vigorous thrusting, ejaculated inside me, his

penis lingering there for a long time.

He collapsed limply on top of me, and I was also weak from the two orgasms. Despite the physical pleasure,

this was rape, and I refused to touch his body, resulting in the sheets being crumpled and mangled

. The wet stain on the sheets was evidence of my despicable incest.

Afterwards, my father-in-law said he had eaten a very full and satisfying dinner. Seeing his face as he put on his pants, I

cried again . When my father-in-law left the room, I rushed into the bathroom, frantically rinsing and scrubbing my body, trying

to wash away this experience. I washed for a long time and cried for a long time.

When I stepped out of the room, my father-in-law had already bought dinner and was sitting on the sofa eating while watching a political talk

show. When he saw me come out, he said, "I enjoyed making love with you today. I'll come often when I have time.

"

Perhaps I had cried all my tears and couldn't muster any more anger; all I could manage was a desolate smile.

[The End]

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