Incest while drunk

On my birthday, my husband was so busy he forgot and didn't come home all night. I spent the whole night wondering if he was really cheating on me too.

If both partners are cheating, the marriage is probably doomed.

I remember last year on my birthday, at least someone cared about me. A year later, everything has changed.

I sent my daughter to my in-laws' house early; I heard my mother-in-law took her to Hong Kong for a trip and wouldn't be back until the day after tomorrow.

It was almost 10:30 when my phone suddenly flashed. I opened it and saw a WeChat message from my husband.

Just a few simple words: "Won't be home tonight, staying at the company."

I gave a bitter laugh, but also felt a surge of anger. It turned out my expectations of my husband were just wishful thinking; he really didn't remember my birthday.

All the dinner I carefully prepared, and even the sexy lingerie, were for nothing.

Before, I had tried to enrich my life and relieve stress in other ways.

I signed up for yoga and fitness classes at the gym, traveled to Japan with my best friend whom I hadn't seen in a long time, took a baking and dessert class with my mother-in-law, and filled my free time with shopping. But one night, when I was unbearably lonely, I masturbated with a sex toy again, and that's when I truly understood what I lacked and what I wanted.

When I realized my restless heart was stirring again, my first thought was that widely circulated old saying: "Women either cheat zero times or countless times."

I finished the two bottles of red wine I had prepared, trying to get drunk to forget my grief and bitterness.

Perhaps because I was burning with anger that day, the two bottles of red wine didn't make me drunk; my alcohol tolerance suddenly increased.

I rummaged through the cupboards and found a bottle of ginseng wine in the corner of the kitchen cabinet. After two glasses, I quickly felt hot all over and lightheaded.

I looked at the clock on the wall; it was supposed to be late at night, so how did it become five o'clock? Am I seeing things, or does time really flow backward? If time could turn back, which point in time would I want to return to?

The passionate days of dating my husband, or the stage of my budding romance with Lao Li, our age-gap entanglement?

I don't know myself. Just then, the door opened.

Seeing my husband return, tears streamed down my face. Like a wronged little woman, I threw myself into his arms. At that moment, I finally understood that my husband was still my true love. Even though my body had strayed countless times, if there could only be one person in my heart, it would be him.

My husband seemed surprised, given that our relationship hadn't been very harmonious lately.

My head was spinning, and I dragged him to the table to drink with me. I don't remember anything we talked about.

I only remember crying and asking my husband why he didn't love me like before, begging him not to leave me, tears streaming down my face.

I started asking my husband for a kiss. At first, he resisted a little, but he couldn't resist my persistent requests and finally kissed me.

I opened my nightgown, revealing the sexy lingerie I had carefully prepared for him—a black open-crotch fishnet bodysuit with a lace bra. Seeing that my husband seemed unmoved, I put on his favorite high heels and started to seduce him, dancing a sexy dance I was good at, taking the initiative to tease him.

My husband couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on me. I took off his clothes and took his already erect penis into my mouth.

I can hardly remember the details of that night, but perhaps because we were both drunk, we made love from the living room to the dining room, then to the bathroom and kitchen. He frantically pulled my hair and made love to me with extraordinary vigor. I felt like we were back in college, back to the days when we first met. Sex wasn't just about sex, but also about love. It wasn't the routine sex of the years after marriage, but full of passion and wildness, a sex that left a lasting impression.

Although the alcohol blurred our memories of every movement and kiss of the night, it only fueled his more ferocious attacks. His penis, like a piston, penetrated deep into my vagina with each thrust.

The rapid, powerful impacts made me dizzy; the chandelier on the ceiling swayed wildly, as if it were about to fall and hit me on the head.

I don't know how much time passed before I cried again, but these were different tears from before. Suppressed sobs accompanied unrestrained moans, and my vagina began to contract intensely.

My husband, seemingly afraid I would get pregnant, withdrew his penis from me at the last moment—the only flaw in this perfect symphony of sex.

After the climax, we kissed passionately, and though we were embracing each other, we unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, a sliver of dawn was appearing on the horizon; it was almost daylight.

I turned my head, trying to gently pull away the hand that was holding me, but I was immediately stunned.

I was instantly wide awake, wide awake. The man lying beside me, pulling me into his arms, the one I'd been passionately intimate with last night, the one who had brought me to my senses, wasn't my husband, but my father-in-law! I froze

, my mind blank. I had no idea how to face what had just happened.

Although I'd cheated on my husband countless times before, and had even had sexual relations with two elderly neighbors older than my father-in-law, this man before me was my father-in-law! This was incest!

I dared not think any further, only wanting to escape the scene.

After a moment's thought, I quietly got out of bed, not daring to look at the wedding photo of my husband and me on the bedside table. I tiptoed out of the room, trying not to make a sound so as not to wake my father-in-law.

I simply threw on a coat and a pair of shoes and quietly left the house.

[The End]

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