[My Father-in-Law Made Me Feel Like I Was in Heaven] (The Lewd Wife and the Lustful Father-in-Law) Author: Unknown

My Father-in-Law Makes Me Feel Like I'm in Heaven (The Lustful Daughter-in-Law and the Lewd Father-in-Law)

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 8798

I am 26 years old this year and graduated from junior college. Before college, I didn't realize I was beautiful. But since graduating
from middle school , my appearance and figure have changed a lot. I was surprised and
satisfied with these changes.

Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet my old classmates, they always look at me in surprise and say:
Ah! You've changed! So beautiful! Or: A girl changes a lot as she grows up, you've really become so beautiful!

I am 165cm tall, my measurements are 34D-22-34, my weight is 50kg, and I have an oval face.

I love my legs the most. They are not only evenly shaped, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Therefore, I
love wearing mini skirts. When I walk on the street, whether it's a man or a woman, everyone's eyes are always drawn to my beautiful legs.

Most men often give me amazed looks. I felt my vanity
was greatly satisfied at that moment.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He was quite
handsome , and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly
got a job at an IT company. Due to work requirements, I saved up money to buy a computer soon after starting. In the evenings,
besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet. After a while, I also learned about
some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something
passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.

After waiting for two years, he finally discharged from the army and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we
finally got married. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and didn't want us to
live alone. After marriage, we are very loving, and our parents also love us very much.

My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a public institution. He is of medium build and is said to have been an athletic
champion . Although I'm now over middle age, I still show no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 and
a model of a virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. During the day, she cooks and
takes care of all the chores, big and small, with ease, keeping the house spotless. Luckily, I
don't have to do housework after work and can spend all my time with my husband.

My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I
like to change into more relaxed clothes. I especially like wearing shorts and a light t-shirt. Perhaps it's because
this outfit shows off my figure and my beautiful legs that I attracted my father-in-law's attention.

A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed that my father-in-law's eyes were always following me. I
often felt he was spying on my every move, which sometimes made me feel uncomfortable. I thought about subtly
hinting to him at an appropriate time that he shouldn't be looking at me like that. But seeing how
filial , I really didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably
stumbled upon some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative
and sometimes really make you fantasize. Others use very elegant language,
portraying admirably.

Suddenly, a titled "The Love Story of a Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law" caught my
eye, drawing me in. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a beautifully written and extremely provocative article, making my body
heat up, and my private parts secreted a lot of fluid, soaking my underwear.

Good heavens! After reading this article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's lustful gaze; instead
, I began to feel a strange fondness for this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity: I
wanted to experience what it was like to have sex with a man much older than me.

From then on, whenever his gaze secretly fell upon me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even
wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my feeling of being spied on and his voyeuristic desires.

And I noticed that my father-in-law was also becoming more and more affectionate and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive.

The incident happened one day, almost eight months after my marriage. It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work overtime
early in the morning . Around noon, my mother-in-law had just prepared lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying
that there was something going on at his family's home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away. Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch together. As soon as
my mother- -law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch.

I was wearing a loose, oversized thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because of the heat, I chose a loose
, small white bra, the kind that just covered the nipples and supported the lower part of the breasts, but left the upper part of the breasts, most of
the orbs, exposed. I was wearing a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we
ate and chatted casually. But I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because
my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly eyeing me, making me a little uncomfortable, yet secretly excited.

Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp. My heart was filled with excitement and a bit of panic, and I couldn't even taste
the flavor of my mother-in-law's signature dishes anymore. I stood up, bent down, and served my father-in-law a bowl of soup. Because
the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open,
half-revealed, half-exposed. My father-in-law naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, his gaze fixed on my full but not too large
breasts. I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew his food.

He stared lustfully at the parts my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited,
deliberately slowing down my movements so he could see as much as he wanted. I don't know if my father-in-law was so distracted by what he was seeing, or if it was just a coincidence, but
after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor, and he immediately bent down to pick them up. My
natural was to slightly spread my legs, giving him a chance

to peek inside. Sure enough, he spent a long time picking them up, but still didn't return to his seat to eat, so I bent down to look at him. He didn't
know I was looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the patch of my skirt that revealed my two fair thighs. Today I
was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, which barely covered the important area in front of my vulva, with
a few pubic hairs showing on both sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my bare legs, staring intently at my lower body.

I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was practically only
covered by a small, transparent thong.

His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were touching my swollen, bulging genitals. I
suddenly felt my body heat up, and images of suggestive scenes from
articles . I sat in my chair, involuntarily wriggling my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating
the old man's advances under the table.

My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looked up, and noticed me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly
for a few seconds . I was a little disappointed. I pretended nothing was wrong and asked, "Dad! What's wrong! Can't you find your chopsticks?"

"Oh...yes...yes...I see...they..." he stammered, as if he was swallowing hard
. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat. After lunch, I cleared
the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law was watching TV in the living room. After cleaning up, I poured
him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could get a firm grip
on the glass , I let go, spilling the juice all over him.

I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and
started . As I bent over, my breasts were exposed again, my smooth white mounds swaying!

My father-in-law, sitting in the living room, stared intently at my chest.
The most spilled juice happened to be around his zipper, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping there.

I noticed something bulging inside his pants, so I pretended not to notice and
wiped it even harder. And so, my father-in-law, aroused by my teasing, could no longer resist. His face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing quickened.
He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me, but I pretended not to notice and continued wiping.

Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately
pull away , but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist,
gradually becoming more and more brazen invading my surroundings. My heart pounded even harder as he explored me, my soft hands still
rubbing his increasingly sensitive, raised area.

His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together.

I felt a little flustered and excited, but I still pretended to be surprised and let out a soft "ouch," without trying to escape or
back away.

I deliberately tried to gently break free, blushing, and said, "No!"

He held me tightly, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. I kept saying, "No."

He slipped his tongue into my ear. I cried out, "Ah!" and my whole body went limp and trembled. He
wrapped his left arm around my waist and his right hand on my breast, gently pressing it.

"Ah...no...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back...
" I started babbling incoherently.

He ignored me and continued his lewd advances. I heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a
beautiful wife, why can't I, as his father?"

As he spoke, he forcefully pulled my hand into his arms and made me turn around. I
lay the bed.

He rolled over and pressed himself against me, kissing my mouth while frantically unbuttoning my shirt.

I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway. He lifted my
shirt , pushed my small white bra up to my breasts, and took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

"Ah...ah..." I gasped softly.

He was still pressing his hard, steel-like penis against my private parts. Feeling like I was about to faint, I
gasped breath, my hands gradually encircling his head, but I kept saying, "No...no..." He
seemed to sense my reaction and stopped for a moment, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful
face . I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him.

He said to me, "My dear daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that there's
such a delicacy as you in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body,
hoping to have the chance to experience a young and beautiful woman like you!"

"Dad... but... if Ah Bin (my husband) and Mom... find out..."

"No 'buts,' just give me this once, okay! As long as we don't tell anyone, they
won't know. My dear daughter-in-law, just this once, okay? I've really been captivated by your body for months
. Whenever you're home, I want to possess you all the time! Your face, your breasts, especially those snow-white
, beautiful legs, are constantly on my mind."

As the old man spoke, his hands were never idle, gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his
thumb and forefinger. My nipples, which were originally only the size of soybeans,
quickly hardened and enlarged under his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, experience is the best teacher;
he was even better at teasing me than my husband. Coupled with my recent desire to try making love with a man much older than me
, I became increasingly powerless against him. But after all, he was my father-in-law. The thought of
living in the same house in the future inevitably brought mixed feelings of love and fear—fear of being hurt.

"But," I gasped, unable to speak, as he rubbed and kneaded me with his hands and fingers. "Good daughter-in-law,
stop with the 'buts, buts,' take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and
won't let my son bully you!"

When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but a woman
still feels very happy inside. But I still couldn't agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer:
"But, but," he said, disregarding everything, bending down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt,
then reaching behind me to unhook my bra, easily removing it.

A pair of white, tender, and full, perky breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands.

He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple
, then his tongue licking and sweeping across the tip, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. He really...
He was more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband.

Soon, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me while his left hand massaged
the nipple . His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked into my left
breast, almost drawing it entirely in. His tongue circled my nipple. Oh my god! This feeling was so wonderful. My husband
had never flirted with me like this. I felt the love juices from my genitals soaking my panties.
My body was too weak to resist anymore, and my heart convinced me: I didn't need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily
forget my husband and accept this excited older man. Perhaps today he could give me the kind
of intimacy I could never experience with my husband! I decided to surrender. He continued to thrust
his .

Soon, I let out muffled moans of "Mmm...mmm..." and felt an overwhelming urge to climax.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more from him. He
seemed to understand my desires perfectly; he freed his left hand from my right breast, tracing it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my
legs, and slipping it inside my short skirt. His hand first touched my tender, burning thighs,
caressing them boldly and reluctantly. "Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." I moaned louder.

His mouth continued to suckle my left breast, and his body slid down to the chair beside me, kneeling down. He
used both hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, his mouth sucking on my breasts
and gently biting my nipples. "Mmm...ah..." I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from the bites.

Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast across my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My
eyes hazy with desire, watched his kisses, which intensified the stimulation, causing my entire body to tremble uncontrollably. I
sat up slightly, leaning my head against the armrest of the XX building, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly
the tenderness .

I also spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover me, completely exposed on both sides. He knelt at my
feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body. With my skirt open, I was only left with
my panties .

My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides,
were , unable to hide the dark shadow beneath, and many pubic hairs were visible on both sides of the sheer fabric, making my
private parts look swollen and bulging. He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law,
you little slut, you're truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, being able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy! His
life is so much better than mine."

"Father...father-in-law..."

"Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs. I love your little thong to death!"

"Hmm...father-in-law, stop..."

He swallowed, and through the thin, transparent thong, he rubbed my private parts with his right index finger.

I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah...ah..." He rubbed faster and faster, my body trembling,
and entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger attack, lowered his head to lick
the honey-like fluid on the thin fabric, and with both hands pulled the bows on both sides of my thong, slowly untying and pulling it down, revealing my pubic hair
.

"Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my thong. After taking it off
, I wasn't ashamed at all, still spreading my legs wide so he could see clearly. His eyes were wide open,
staring at my beautiful vulva, the more he looked, the more he loved it.

"Little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy, some of it was already sticking out of your panties when you were wearing them.
If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders,
my tender vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips.

"Oh... um... um..." Like being electrocuted, I went limp. He began to eat me with his tongue,
first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably. Then
he sucked and licked along my labia, occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue deep into my vagina, making me let out loud moans.

"Ah...ah...Dad...be gentle...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..."

"Don't call me Dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me brother, call me brother from now on!" My
juices flowed out in waves, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking that
one spot that was killing me.

"Ouch...what am I going to do...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um...um..."

I kept pushing my vulva towards his mouth.

"Ouch...ah...ah...brother...stop...this...I can't take it...ah...um...
no more...oh...no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth also full of juices,
looking disheveled .

He took off his clothes. I sat up and watched with great interest. When he took off his underwear, I saw his
erect and thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in surprise at its magnificence. It must be at least 17 or 18 centimeters
long, at least 5 centimeters longer and much thicker than my husband's.

"Isn't my son this big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly. He laughed and said, "I haven't even
started yet!" He came to me, took my slender hand and made me hold his big penis. I
complied started stroking it back and forth. His penis was really much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel,
with prominent veins on the shaft. It was both cute and scary. I stroked his hard penis up and down with great pleasure.

He held my head with both hands and pushed it towards his big penis. I took it into my mouth and
sucked , holding his leg with my left hand and gently rubbing his testicles with my right. His glans was so big, filling my mouth
completely.

"Good girl, good...so good, again..." He grabbed my head even harder and shouted, "Good girl...good wife,
oh...so good!!!" I sat in front of him, his penis going in and out of my mouth. I would occasionally glance at him
to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with arousal,
his expression radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with my teeth.

"Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..." He was at the peak of excitement, pushing me down onto the bed
, pressing me down on top of him. Our two naked bodies were now pressed tightly together, he was satisfied.
He hugged me tightly and said, "You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young." I obediently spread my legs, and his
impatient penis darted around, unable to find the entrance to my tender hole. I moved my hips to help him, letting the glans touch
the entrance, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids.

His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my entrance dozens of times
before thrusting forward to insert the glans. After a few more thrusts, his entire penis was inside, swallowed by my lustful hole
. "Ah... um... so good..." I began to moan lasciviously. He began to work diligently.

"Ah...ah...ouch...oh...good father-in-law...you're so big..."

"You can't call me father-in-law!" he said. "You have to call me husband..."

"Ah...good father...husband...ah...so good...you...ah...so good..." I
wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my buttocks forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly, "Hmm...good
husband ...good...brother...brother...sister...so...comfortable...so...good..."

"My good slut, today I finally got you...I've satisfied my pent-up desires of many months!!!"

"Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband...ah...ah..."

"From now on I'm your good father-in-law, your big cock...dear brother...brother...you're my darling...
lover..."

"Ah...good husband...fuck me to death...you're so big...so hard...so powerful...oh
...oh...big cock...brother...brother...faster...fuck...faster...a little...harder
...to the left...uh...right there...ah...so comfortable...Yue, a little harder...ah..."
"..." I blurted out.

He thrust even harder, and his penis was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's. It was fantastic.

"Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..."

"Slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?" "

Hmm...ah...he...is okay...but not as good as...you...dear father-in-law...you're better
...you're so good at...fucking..."

"Hmm...like this...is it good..." He thrust and rubbed with both hands, "Is father-in-law's...penis
...big...does it make you...beautiful...your pussy is so beautiful...
tighter...than...your mother-in-law when she was young...I feel so...good...you're squeezing me...so comfortable...I love...you
...love...you..."

"Hmm...hmm...you're so great...so amazing...ah...ah...your...penis...makes
my bones...melt...melt...much better...than your son...ah...you've
hit ...ah..."

He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband! The stimulation of incest only increased our
lust . He really was better at fucking me than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after four or five hundred thrusts, but he had already
thrust more than a thousand times and was still attacking me fiercely.

"Oh...oh..." I gently bit his shoulder, "So good...good brother...ah...
I want you...I want you to fuck me every day...ah...I'm so beautiful..."

"Really?" he asked, "How do I compare to my son?"

"He...ah...he also fucks me...um...very good...but...dear brother...you...
are better...stronger...you fuck...more good than him fucking me..."

Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper and harder, pressing tightly against my clitoris, rotating his hips,
kneading and grinding. "Ah...oh...it really feels so good...ah...so good...from now on...ah
...you are my...husband. Ah...yes...like that...harder...ah..."

Hearing my words, his penis fucked even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his fucking that I started babbling incoherently:
"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...coming..."

It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I climaxed.

I couldn't help but shout, "Ah!...ah!...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah...
"

He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which
was already soaked with my juices. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he stuck out his middle finger and squeezed a bit inside my anus. I moaned even more ecstatically.

"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so
...comfortable...ah...ah..."

With him attacking me from both ends, my white, round buttocks swayed like waves. He continued thrusting, penetrating, and
grinding, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My juices flowed incessantly towards his
glans, I experienced repeated orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting.

About ten more minutes passed, my orgasms coming in waves, I estimated he had thrust over a thousand times. He
seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more. He thrust in about fifty or
sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my core.

"Oh…good wife…slutty…woman…I’m coming…"

"Heh…heh…good husband…dear brother…quick…quick…quick…give…
all…your…seeds…to…me…"

"Good…good…all…to…you…ah…ah…so good…so good…"

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, we both slumped on the bed, unwilling to get up.

He kept telling me how pleasurable it felt to have sex with me. After that, we frequently sought opportunities to make love. Each time was like
the first time, intense and satisfying, leaving us both thoroughly refreshed. Whenever my husband was away on business, I would leave
the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law slept, he would sneak into my room and be intimate with me.

Sometimes, when we didn't have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work and go to
a motel for a passionate encounter. Now, our relationship has lasted for over a year, and neither my husband nor my mother-in-law knows. My father-in-law also treats me like his wife
behind my mother-in-law's back, showering me with even more affection.

I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life has become more
colorful . However, sometimes I still can't help feeling guilty. I've thought more than once about ending this
relationship that society considers abnormal, but once you're on a pirate ship, it's hard to get off.

I'm now over four months pregnant. I don't know who the father of my baby is: my husband or my father-in-law ? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he
can indeed give me so much, so much stimulation and pleasure that my husband can't give me. Every time after having sex with my father-in-law,
I tell myself again and again that this is the last time, but I still can't stop.

I believe that if a woman cheats, once she gets hooked, it's like becoming addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit
. I don't encourage every woman to be like me.

But having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful
techniques , and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability always bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful and happy.

[The End]

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