perverted father-in-law

I was startled awake by a soft noise coming from the living room. I was a little more alert than usual because my husband, Jay, was about to embark on a less-than-ideal short business trip. Jay's father, William, had been staying with us for a few weeks, and this trip hadn't been planned.

William had been divorced from Jay's mother for a year at the time. I liked William; he was 57, but for his age, he looked quite good. He had a full head of hair and a remarkably good physique, except for his beer belly. His beer belly was mainly due to his advanced age and unhealthy drinking habits, which I'd heard led to the divorce.

Jay didn't like his father drinking either, but he seemed to tolerate it when William visited. I saw a beam of light streaming into the living room through my slightly ajar bedroom door.

"Williams might still be awake," I thought, and I just wanted to close my eyes and go back to bed.

I hoped I could listen to my heart in that moment, because I decided to get up, wrap my naked body in the red bathrobe hanging behind the bedroom door, and quietly walk down the hallway. I had no reason to go out. I knew it was William, I knew he was still watching TV, but I went anyway. For some reason, I pressed my left shoulder against the wall, as if I were sneaking around, but I don't know why.

Before I saw William, I could see the TV mounted on the wall in the living room. William was watching porn, at a very low volume, which at first even made me a little amused.

"Of course he's watching porn. We're not hiding it on the computer at home." I thought to myself. At that moment, I felt a chill run down my spine, because we don't just have porn on our computers. William was sitting in his office chair, with a blue desk in front of him, just to the right of the TV mounted on the wall. On the desk in front of him was a smaller computer screen, and I watched in horror as he flipped through a folder full of my nude photos. This can't be real, this can't be real. That was my only thought. I didn't know what to do. I felt embarrassed to ask him what he was doing, and embarrassed to confront him.

This was an invasion of my privacy! I tried to convince myself to be angry.

To be honest, I didn't feel that William had betrayed my trust or invaded my privacy. After all, we had told him he could use the computer whenever he wanted, and I guess that's what he did. Nevertheless, I still felt very uncomfortable and very strange. In my shock, I barely noticed the half-empty bottle of whiskey and the glass on the table next to him.

"He's just drunk, I can't let him take responsibility. I tried to convince myself.

Before I slowly started to retreat back into the hallway, unsure of what I should do, William slowly pushed his chair back. As he sat on his feet and I gasped for breath, I noticed his pants and underwear on his ankles, legs spread, stroking his fully erect penis.

I froze, watching him walk toward my naked body on the screen. He barely looked up at the big screen, where a sexy blonde porn star was getting all her holes filled; instead, he seemed stunned by my ass being stuffed and my sexy pose.

I had to be honest with myself, because at that moment, I felt incredibly sexy and eager, despite the fact that the man stroking his throbbing, huge, uncut 10-inch cock was my father-in-law. The computer screen and the lights on the TV made Williams Coke's saliva glisten.

I felt... " My legs wouldn't move as my genitals began to warm and wet, despite my attempts to resist the urge. My right hand found my breast, and I pinched my stiff nipple, a little out of control. If William had glanced over his left shoulder at any moment, he would have seen me in the hallway watching him play with my breast, but luck or misfortune depends on your perspective. He was completely absorbed in caressing his hard nipple, slowly whispering his breath in Afrikaans about my nude body.

I'm German, and I don't speak the same language as my husband's family; they all speak English to me. At that moment, I didn't know what was controlling me, but I leaned my upper back against the hallway wall, and my left hand slowly untied my bathrobe, letting it fall to reveal my hard nipples and naked married body.

"What the hell are you doing, Anna?!" I tried to ask myself with my last bit of common sense.

I was 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighed about 145 pounds at the time. I was 28 years old then, and had been married to Jay Chou for less than two years.

My right hand slid between my wet thighs, beginning to rub my gushing vulva forcefully, while my left hand continued to pinch my nipples. I was still standing about 2 or 2.5 meters away from the corridor, telling myself that if William happened to turn around and look at me, I could quickly move to the wall across the corridor to avoid being seen in my exposed state.

But I didn't want to move anymore. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to… These words were stuck in my throat; I couldn't say them, I couldn't think them, and even after it happened, I couldn't write them down. I rubbed my trembling clitoris, arched my back, and began to suck hard, so hard that my legs were shaking.

"Oh, shit!" I muttered as I realized I'd squirted a little and could hear my vaginal fluid dripping onto the wooden floor. I covered my panting mouth with my left hand while my right tried to catch it before it hit the floor. I wasn't entirely successful, but I still managed to leave a glass of warm juice, which I brought to my mouth and licked clean in utter lust.

Suddenly, William reached for his whiskey bottle, and my heart pounded, terrified he'd turn around and see his slutty wife, her bathrobe open, exposing herself to him. But he seemed oblivious to me, poured himself another glass of whiskey, and returned to... On the computer screen, I started looking at my sexy folders and amateur porn videos of me and his son and several other men from the past two years. I slowly started to walk back to my room, trying to regain my composure, frankly, to regain my common sense.

I went back to my room and took a deep breath. I went to the bedside table, opened the drawer, took out my steel drill-tailed plug, stuffed it into my wet mouth, covered it with saliva, and then stuffed it into my little asshole. I don't know what I was doing from one second to the next, I only know that I was sexually frustrated and very confused.

I reached into the drawer again and took out a small bottle of super-powerful soda that I wanted to save for a "special" occasion. I unscrewed the black cap, put it in my left nostril, and took a deep breath. My head immediately started spinning, and I felt goosebumps on my naked body. My brain began to flood with inappropriate thoughts and fantasies, lust and obedience to my husband's drunken, lustful father, if the story is true, also an extremely radical drunkard. My lustful mind was filled with thoughts of whether he would vent his aggression on his lewd daughter-in-law.

Any restraint I had left behind had vanished, replaced by an almost uncontrollable desire—the kind a married woman should never have for a man she calls father. I still didn't know what I wanted to do, but I went to the wardrobe, took out a pair of stockings, and quietly put them on. I also took out a pair of red, sexy pumps, intending to put them on, but I knew it would make too much noise on the wooden floor if I walked down the hallway, so I decided to just carry them in my hands instead of sneaking back. I was still unsure of my intentions.

This time I wasn't wearing a bathrobe, so there was no safety net. Naked, in stockings, heels in my right hand, a small bottle of soda in my left, I walked back to the living room. William was still where I had left him, but now he was watching homemade porn, and I was being violently spat on by two men in a room with red lights—neither his son nor my husband.

It wasn't William watching his daughter-in-law being treated like a cheap toy; rather, what really aroused me was his reaction to it. The videos and pictures of him touching his son and wife, my body being violated and used right in front of him, made my fantasies go into overdrive! I slowly and carefully put my red high heels on the floor, unscrewed the bottle cap, held it in front of my nose and took three deep breaths, then put the cap back on.

I felt completely lost in desire, my inner slut completely taken over. I put on my red high heels and turned to face the wall.

I stood less than a meter from the living room entrance, the television light shining clearly on me. As my nipples touched the cold wall, I felt them harden, and I slightly bent my knees, arched my back, and pushed my bubbling ass out. My

perverted father-in-law was at home. My left hand rubbed my wet clitoris, while my right hand tightly pinched my right cheek, spreading my buttocks apart. I started moaning loudly, not yet having the courage to look back.

"Isn't that disgusting little bitch your Anna?" I thought as I heard William's office chair turn towards me.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, couldn't think clearly, but it was all too late. My inner slut was completely under control, and I was now a slave to my lust, and most likely, a slave to my completely erect, drunken father-in-law. I lowered my head to my right shoulder, looking into William's eyes for the first time, and let my cat explode again, spraying out like a broken fire hydrant, this time allowing it to run down my inner thigh and knee.

As I still gasped for breath looking at William, I began to lick my red lips, the pure desire I saw in my father's eyes so exciting. He stood up and started walking toward me, leaving his pants on the chair. William was about 6 feet 3 inches, much bigger than his son and my husband. He must have weighed about the same as me, a full 250 pounds, and if he wanted to, he could probably carry me away, with or without my consent, and my twisted mind wanted him to.

He pulled his shirt off and covered his head, throwing it on the floor, still stroking his hard cock as he approached me, now completely naked. William was taller than my 5 feet 5 inches, 145-pound married frame, which only intensified my already uncontrollable desire. His left hand gripped my left buttock, his fingers quickly finding my plugged anus, while his right hand continued exploring the rest of my naked body. He breathed down at me, and I could smell the strong odor of smoke and alcohol in his breath.

"What is this?" William asked, rubbing his turban-covered head against my buttocks and flat stomach. I was going crazy.

I was lost in my desire, feeling his hairy forearms, chest, and abdomen pressing against my naked body. As our lips parted, William placed his whiskey-soaked lips on mine, and I felt his warm, wet tongue slip into my open mouth, and my tongue into his. As we kissed, William's left hand was still rubbing my metal button plug violently, causing me to suddenly and violently lunge forward.

"Oh, fuck, I'm squirting, so much!" I groaned into my father's open mouth.

I felt my legs turn into jelly, but still squeeze my belly against his thick, hairy fingers.

"Was it the plug in your ass that caused this?" he asked when I first saw William's bloodshot eyes.

"Yeah! Watching you stroke your beautiful fat cock, stroking your son-in-law's nude photos, I'm fucking horny, you filthy old man!" I answered, licking my lips, and then began to kiss him passionately again.

My father flipped me over, leaned me against the wall, placed his arms on my inner thighs, and effortlessly lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck, placed them on his strong, broad shoulders, and felt his wet, warm cock rubbing between my wet, married labia. "Fuck my dad! Make the woman who cheated on me regret being a dirty little slut!" I gasped, knowing that this sentence was driving my dad crazy.

As I threw my head back and screamed with pleasure, my dad thrust his trembling cock deep into my tight, married woman's vagina. He began squeezing my gushing genitals for ten minutes straight, giving me several orgasms that lasted almost 80% of the time. My eyes rolled back, because I had become yet another cheap slut sponge for my husband's perverted father. "So, you filthy German slut?!" Dad muttered to me as he made me have sex with my prolific, wet genitals, getting harder and harder, covering his hairy scrotum with my warm, translucent vaginal fluid.

I came so hard that the ass plug fell to the floor. I knew a large amount of fluid was gushing out of me, and I was shocked to find that this was the third time that night that I had come so easily, or rather, so incredibly forcefully.

Let's see what use that filthy little German mouth of his is now! My dad muttered, pulling his thick rod from my taut, gushing genitals, and putting me back on my swaying legs, leaving me in those lewd red high heels.

I crouched on my heels as Dad's cock rocked and my vaginal juice literally dripped inches from his face. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his 10-inch cock and guided it into my wet, juicy sucking mouth. My wet lips pressed tightly against his warm body, my mouth filled with warm, salty precum and my vaginal juice, and I went wild with pleasure as I began to suck him forcefully.

"Yes, you beautiful slut, that's it, drooling. Fuck, it's incredible how well you fucking do this, your tongue feels incredible on my shaft, like that, squeezing my milk non-stop, you German bitch!" Father groaned, his head thrown back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, then looking down at his tearful daughter as I covered his mouth.

I could see William lost in his desire just like me. He put his hands on the wall and began to thrust his belly deeper and faster into my unprotected face and his huge cock deeper into my tight throat. Father to him The lewd daughter-in-law showed no mercy, leaving me with a choice: either suffocate, have my hard cock plugged in, or let my skull crack against the concrete wall. He slammed me in with his powerful hips.

I rubbed my clitoris, feeling his heavy, hairy balls slapping against my drooling chin, making me spit out a mouthful of precum and my tits, running down my stomach to my navel. William took a step back, watching me caress his hard cock. I stroked my firm 34C breasts with both hands, watching him smile as he licked my swollen cock and sucked his lips.

"What kind of filthy brothel did my son drag you out of Anna from?" "You fucking hate your beautiful body and face, they're driving me crazy!" William asked, panting and wiping the sweat from his brow.

I crawled past him on my hands and knees toward the deck chair. I climbed on my knees, sticking my ass out. I looked back, my right hand reaching behind me. I pushed my ring and middle fingers from my taut anus down to my second knuckle, then slowly began to fiddle with them.

"Hmm, I think I've lost my ass plug, Dad. Now nothing can stop you from opening your thirsty daughter's anus wide open." Oh, did I forget to say "in-law"? I whispered shamelessly over my shoulder, gesturing for Dad to come over with my index finger and lustful eyes.

Dad grabbed my buttocks with his strong, powerful hands and began rubbing his wet, throbbing head between my bubbling anus, leaving his thick, wet foreground and my thick, gushing juices on my cleft and taut sphincter.

"Your pretty little slut mouth is writing checks, I'm going to turn your bastard into a cash slut. If you want to act like a bitch, I bet Daddy will fuck your ass like you're my porn star princess," William muttered, shoving his fat, swollen purple head against my taut sphincter and starting to pound into me.

My hands spread my ass apart, and I began to groan and scream, the pain and pleasure throbbing through my spine and legs. By the fifth or sixth thrust, William had buried his hard cock nearly eight inches deep into my married rectum. I dug my nails into my fleshy cheeks as I began to ejaculate and begged him to tear open his cheating daughter's shit!

"So, you filthy little slut?!" You like squeezing your daddy's hard cock with the muscles in your ass?! You're tighter than your mother, you slut! Now beg your daddy to fill your rectum with his warm semen!

William muttered, completely embracing my fantasy.

At this moment, his throbbing penis was already deeply buried in my rectum. His hairy scrotum slapped against my swollen clitoris and wet labia, pushing me towards a dizzying ecstasy. I screamed and groaned with pleasure, gasping for air as my rectum erupted with toxic gas, vibrating my spine and reaching my brainstem. I knelt up, feeling Williams' hairy chest pressed against my bare back, his pubic hair rubbing against my buttocks. I wrapped my left arm around his big neck, and he kissed me on the neck, sucking on my earlobe.

"Fill me with 'cum dad,' and I might let you fuck my ass with that bottle of whiskey, give me a whiskey enema..." I whispered, and we licked each other's tongues, watching my words push him to the brink of collapse.

Dad bent me onto the sofa and spanked my ass hard. I felt his throbbing penis swell and twitch inside my tight rectum, and he gurgled as he poured his warm, creamy semen into my body, causing my vagina to spray violently all over the sofa. After feeling three or four thick streams fill my intestines, followed by four or five more slight spasms, William collapsed onto the sofa next to me, and we both tried to hold our breath, sweating profusely.

I lay on the sofa, my head resting on my stomach, while my father sucked his still-hard penis on my mother-in-law's lap, licking his sweat and the juices from my vagina flowing down his warm balls.

"Go to hell with your passion, Anna, no wonder Jay wanted to share with you. I'm a little jealous you married my son because you're fucking a sexy woman! I'm completely head over heels in love with you, I can tell you so much!" William said with a laugh as I washed his cock with my wet mouth, his fingers playing with my wet hair.

William and I continued chatting, and he told me he wanted to have sex with me since the first day we met at this resort. He felt guilty because he was still married, and I was younger than him, not to mention I was his son's girlfriend. He told me he found that porn folder while browsing the computer and opened it. He said he was so excited when he saw the folder called "Amateur," and he almost went crazy when he saw a folder inside called "Slut Anna." I told him how I stood in the hallway, wiping my wet genitals, looking at him.

I told him I felt his cock hard as a rock again in my mouth.

"Looks like this hard cock is ready for the second round. Want to come to my bedroom and pull her head off your daughter-in-law's wedding bed? We can pretend we also sneaked out of Jay's and my honeymoon suite at my wedding and then break the bed for your son and me." I stood up from the sofa, took William's hand, and led him to our bedroom.

William followed me, his eyes filled with desire. As we passed the table, his cock was rock hard again. William reached for his whiskey bottle, giving me a completely unusual look.

"You filthy slut, remember what you promised me? I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow!" After that, Jay was gone for three more days, and his dad continued to fuck me multiple times in every room of the house.

It was the beginning of an incredibly special relationship, and we both decided I shouldn't tell my husband for the time being.

Mainly because William didn't want his son to know he was having sex with his slutty wife, and although I told William, Jay wouldn't mind, but he was still uncomfortable, so I kept this dirty little secret.

[The End]

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