A philandering old man and his wanton wife

I'm 26 years old and a
college graduate. Before college, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful. But since graduating from high school
, my appearance and figure have changed quite a bit. I was surprised and satisfied with these changes.
Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet old classmates, they always look at me in surprise and say things like,
"Ah! You've changed! So beautiful!" or "You've really become so beautiful!"
I'm 165cm tall, with measurements of 36D-23-36, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I love my legs the most; they're not only
evenly proportioned, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin.
That's why I love wearing miniskirts and tank tops. This way, I can fully display my ample breasts, slender waist, round
and full buttocks, and long, shapely legs,
making my walk graceful and alluring. Whether male or female, everyone's eyes are always drawn to my stunning figure
. Most men frequently cast admiring glances at me, some even staring in disbelief. I feel my
vanity is greatly satisfied at this moment.
My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome,
and our classmates envied us greatly. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly started working at an IT company.
Due to work requirements, I saved up enough 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 a two-year wait, he finally retired from the military and found a high-tech job. We finally got
married two years ago.
Because he's an only child, his parents wanted us to stay with them and wouldn't let us live alone. We
've been very loving since our marriage, and our parents adore us.
My father-in-law is 54 years old and works for a state-owned enterprise. He's tall and, I've heard, was an athletic and
handsome man in his youth. Although he's now middle-aged, he shows no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 and is a model of a virtuous
housewife. They are both very healthy. During the day, my mother-in-law stays home, cooking and
handling all the chores 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 a short skirt and a light t-shirt.
Perhaps it was because my outfit accentuated my stunning figure and beautiful legs that my father-in-law
's gaze was drawn to me.
A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed his eyes were constantly following me. I often found
him leering at my every move, making me feel uncomfortable.
I considered subtly hinting to him to stop staring at me like that, but seeing
how filial my husband was to my parents, I 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 visited some
pornographic websites.
I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes even suggestive
. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably.
Suddenly, a title appeared: "The Lustful Father-in-Law Battles the Lewd Daughter-in-Law," which attracted my attention.
The more I read, the more my heart was shaken. It was an article with bold and explicit language, extremely provocative and stimulating, making my body
heat up, my hands unconsciously caressing my entire body, my nipples hardening, and my private parts secreting copious amounts of lubrication,
soaking my underwear.
Good heavens! Since reading this article, I no longer cared about my father-in-law's lecherous gaze; instead, I
began to feel a strange fondness for this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity—a desire to experience
what it was like to make love with a man so 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 being spied on and his voyeuristic desires.
And I noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly affectionate and caring towards me, practically attentive to me.
This happened one day, almost three months after my marriage.
It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning to work overtime.
Around noon, just as my mother-in-law finished preparing lunch, my husband's uncle rushed in, saying there was something going on at my mother-in-law's family, and
hurriedly took her away.
Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch.
I was wearing a loose, 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 covers the nipples, supports the lower part of the breast, but leaves the upper part, most of the orb, exposed
. I wore a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually.
But I noticed that my father-in-law was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly
eyeing me, which made me a little uncomfortable, but also secretly excited.
Gradually, I felt a dampness in my underwear. My heart pounded with excitement and a touch of panic; I couldn't even taste
the flavor of my mother-in-law's signature dishes anymore.
I stood up, bent down, and ladled a bowl of soup for my father-in-law. 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, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity; his gaze was fixed on my full, high breasts.
I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew the food in his mouth.
He stared lustfully at the parts my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited than before, deliberately
slowing down my movements so he could see to his heart's content.
I don't know if my father-in-law was completely distracted or if it was just a coincidence, but after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks
suddenly fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up. My natural reaction at that moment was to slightly spread my legs, giving him an "
opportunity " to peek inside.
Sure enough, he searched for a long time 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 my lower body, just a patch of my skirt revealing my two fair thighs.
Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, barely covering 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 ground, his eyes almost right in front of my pink legs, staring intently at my lower body. I spread my legs even wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was now only covered
by the small, transparent thong . His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were caressing my swollen, throbbing private parts. Suddenly, I felt my body heat up, and images of those erotic scenes from online articles about "lustful father-in-law versus slutty daughter-in-law" flashed through my mind. I sat in my chair, involuntarily shifting my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man's advances under the table. My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, noticing me looking 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, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke . He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat. After lunch, I cleared the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV . After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice. As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled. Before my father-in-law could even catch the glass properly, I let go, and the juice spilled all over him. I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and started wiping him all over. Bending over, my breasts were exposed again, my smooth, white mounds seemingly about to burst out! My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my chest. The most spilled juice happened to be under his zipper, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping there… I noticed something bulging under his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder. My teasing became unbearable; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing quickened. He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me… I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice. Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law's strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately break free, but rather 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 in their invasion. 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 mix of panic and excitement, but I still feigned surprise with a soft "Oh…!" without trying to escape. I deliberately tried to gently pull away, blushing, and said, "No!" He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe… I still said, "No…" He then slipped his tongue into my ear. I cried out, "Ah!" 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 only 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, making me turn around . I also lay down on the sofa. He rolled over and pressed himself on top of 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 opened his mouth to suckle my pink nipple gently . "Ah...ah..." I moaned softly. He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my private parts. Feeling dizzy, I gasped for breath, my hands gradually encircling his head, though I kept saying, "No...no..." He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped for a moment, but remained pressed against me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him. He said to me, "My good 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 taste 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... good daughter-in-law, just this once, okay? I've really been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you 're home, I want to have you all the time! Your pretty face, your ample breasts, your full arms, especially those snow- white jade legs, they're always 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 knew how to tease me better than my husband.

Fueled by a recent desire to try having sex with a man significantly older than me, I
've become increasingly vulnerable to him.
But he is, after all, my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brings a
mix of love and fear—a fear of being hurt.
"...But..." Under his rubbing hands and fingers, I gasped for breath, unable to speak.
"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, disregarding everything, leaned down to kiss me, took off my already loosened shirt, and then reached behind me
to unhook my bra, easily removing it.
A pair of white, tender, full, and firm 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, licking and sweeping his tongue back and forth on the tip, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me.
He was truly more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband.
A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me, his left hand kneading the nipple he had just sucked on, his mouth
like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucking at my left breast, as if trying to suck the entire breast into his mouth, his
tongue circling my nipple incessantly.
Oh my god! This feeling is so wonderful! My husband has never flirted with me like this before. I can feel
the love fluid secreted from my private parts, soaking my panties. My body is too weak to resist anymore, and my heart has convinced me:
"I don't need to pretend anymore. I should forget about my husband for now and accept this excited old man in front of me. Maybe today
he can give me the kind of intimacy I can never get from my husband!" I decided to surrender to him.
He would suck on my private parts while thrusting his hot, thick penis against them. Soon
, I started moaning softly, "Mmm... mmm..." feeling unbearably aroused.
In my blissful daze, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more from him...
He seemed to understand my feelings. He freed his left hand from my right breast, slid it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my
leg, and slipped it inside my short skirt... First, he touched my tender, hot thigh, and then boldly and reluctantly
caressed it.
"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." My moans grew louder.
His mouth was still sucking on my left breast, and his body began to slide off me to the sofa chair, kneeling beside me. He
used both his hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, while his mouth sucked on my breast and gently bit
my nipple.
"Mmm...ah..." I moaned with satisfaction as he bit me.
Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast over my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy
as I watched his kisses, which increased the stimulation, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably... I sat up slightly,
resting my head on the armrest of the sofa, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me...
I also spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover me, completely open 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 covered by my panties
.
My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost
transparent from the moisture of my vaginal fluids, unable to conceal the dark shadow beneath. Pubic hair peeked out from the sides of the thin fabric, making my private parts appear swollen
and bulging.
He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut… truly a natural beauty
! I'm so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy!… His life is so much better than mine…"
"Father…father…"
"Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs… I love your little panties to death!"
"Mmm…father, no…" He swallowed hard, and through the thin, transparent thong, he began
to rub 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 the entire crotch of my panties was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric.
He stopped his finger attacks, lowered his head to lick the honey-like fluid on the thin fabric,
and slowly untied and pulled down the bows on both sides of my panties... My pubic hair was exposed...
"Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my panties. After taking them off, I
wasn't ashamed and still spread 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 dense. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was already sticking out. If I had known
you were a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." As he spoke, he lifted 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 began sucking and licking along my labia, those two fleshy mounds… occasionally, he would insert the tip of his tongue deep into my vagina, making me
moan loudly.
“Ah…ah…Dad…gently…no…harder…ah…so…so beautiful…”
“Don’t call me Dad, I’m not your dad anymore. Call me…brother…from now on, call me brother!”
Waves of my juices flowed out, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking
that one crucial spot.
“Ouch…what do I do…I feel so good…ah…brother…ah…um…um…” I…
She pressed her vulva against 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 full of saliva, looking utterly disheveled.
He took off his clothes.
I sat up, watching with great interest. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect, thick penis and couldn't help but
exclaim "Wow!" in amazement at its magnificence. It must be at least eight inches long, at least two inches longer and thicker than my husband's.
"Isn't my son's penis 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 guided it to his burning hot penis. I complied with his wishes and began
to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent
veins on the shaft, both cute and terrifying... I stroked his hard, thick penis up and down without stopping.
He held my head in his hands, pushing it towards his large penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, my left
hand holding his leg, my right hand gently kneading his testicles. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely…
“Good girl, good…so good, again…” he cried, gripping my head even tighter, “Good girl…good wife, oh…so good
!!!” I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, glancing at him every now and then to see his reaction
. His penis stood erect, 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 extremely excited, pushing me down onto the sofa and pressing me
against him. Our naked bodies were pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly, saying,
"You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young." I cooperated by spreading my legs. 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 opening, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids.
His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my opening dozens of times before parting my labia and
thrusting forward, inserting the glans. After a few more thrusts, his entire penis was inside, swallowed by my wetness.
"Ah...mmm...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...husband...ah...so good...you...ah...so big...so hot..."
I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly:
"Mmm...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 so many months!!!"
"Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband so much...ah...ah..."
"From now on I'm your good father-in-law, your big cock...dear brother...brother...you are my darling...lover..."
"Ah...good husband...husband...you're killing me...you're so big...so hard...so amazing...oh...oh...
big cock...brother...brother...faster...thrust...thrust...faster...a little...harder...to the left...
uh...right there...ah...so good...harder...ah..." I blurted out randomly.
He thrust even harder, and his cock was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's, it was really amazing.
"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 okay?" He thrust and rubbed from both sides: "Is father-in-law's...penis...big?
...Does it make you...beautiful?...Your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than...your mother-in-law's 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 my G-spot again...ah..."
He compared my mother-in-law to me, and I compared my husband to him!
The stimulation of incest only increased our lust.
He really does a better job with me than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after a couple hundred thrusts; but he's already thrust over
a thousand times and is 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 do it...it's incomparable to him, I...feel so good I'm dying..."
Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper, 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're 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... I
'm 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 thrust his middle finger in, squeezing a portion into my anus. I cried out even more ecstatically.
"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable
...ah...ah..." Attacked from both ends, my plump, white buttocks swayed like waves.
He continued to thrust, pump, and grind, 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 climaxed repeatedly, my vagina trembling and contracting...
After about ten more minutes, my climaxes were continuous, I estimated he had thrust over a thousand times. He seemed
unable to hold back ; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more...
He thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina.
"Oh...good daughter-in-law...slutty...wife...I'm coming..."
"Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quickly...
give...all...your...seed...to...me..."
"Okay...okay...all...to...you...ah...ah...okay.....so good...so good..."
He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we collapsed on the sofa, unwilling to get up.
He kept telling me how good it felt to have sex with me.
After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, thoroughly enjoyable, and we were both very satisfied.
Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I would leave the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room
and be intimate with me.
Sometimes, when there was no opportunity 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 more than a year, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know.
My father-in-law also treats me as his wife behind my mother-in-law's back and loves me even more.
I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful and exciting.
However, sometimes I still can't help feeling guilty. I've thought more than once about ending this
relationship, which society considers "abnormal," but once you're on the wrong path, it's hard to get off.
Now I'm 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 excitement and pleasure that my husband can't give me. Every time after
having , 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.
However, having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful skills, and enduring
sexual prowess bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful and happy...

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