I am 26 years old, a college graduate. Before university, I didn't realize I had any beauty. But after graduating from high school, my skin and figure underwent quite a few changes. I was very surprised and satisfied with these changes myself. Many people praised my figure and appearance. When old classmates met me, they would always look at me in astonishment and say things like: "Ah! You've changed! So beautiful!" or "A girl changes eighteen times as she grows up, you've really become so beautiful!"
My height is 165cm, measurements 34D-22-34, weight 50kg, with an oval face. I love my legs the most—not only are they well-proportioned, but the skin is fair, smooth, and delicate.
My husband was my classmate in college. We started dating during our student years. He is quite handsome, and our classmates were all envious of us back in school. After graduation, he immediately enlisted in the military, and I soon started working at an information technology company.
Due to work needs, soon after starting the job, I saved up and bought a computer. At night at home, besides finishing some company work brought home, I also learned to surf the internet. After a while, I knew some adult websites, occasionally visiting them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic stories... etc. Sometimes, when seeing something arousing, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.
After waiting for two years, he finally finished his military service and successfully found a job in high-tech. Two years ago, we finally got married.
Because he is an only child, my in-laws kept us close by, unwilling to let us young couple live alone. After marriage, we were very affectionate, and our parents also doted on us.
My father-in-law is 54 this year and works for a public institution. He has an average build; it is said that when he was young he was an athletic star, and he was also very handsome. Although he is now past middle age, there are still no signs of aging at all. My mother-in-law is 52 and is a standard virtuous housewife. Both of them are in good health. During the day, my mother-in-law stays at home, cooks meals and dishes, and handles all the little chores with ease, taking care of everything, so the home is always kept clean and tidy. In this way, fortunate me, after getting off work I don’t need to do housework and can devote myself to accompanying my husband.
My job involves considerable pressure, and I have to dress neatly at work. So when I get home, I love changing into more comfortable clothes. I most enjoy wearing a pair of shorts with a light T-shirt.
Perhaps it was because this kind of attire showcased my figure and those exceptionally beautiful jade-like legs, attracting my father-in-law's gaze.
A few weeks after marriage, I discovered that my father-in-law's eyes always followed my figure closely. I often noticed him secretly watching my every move, sometimes making me feel somewhat 'uncomfortable.'
I originally thought about finding an appropriate time to hint to him not to keep looking at me like that. But seeing how filial my husband usually is to his parents, I really didn't know how to bring it up.
One day, my husband was working overtime and would be home very late. Having nothing better to do, I went online to browse. Of course, it was inevitable to visit some pornographic websites.
I enjoy reading erotic novels. Some articles use vulgar language, but they can be quite provocative, sometimes even making one fantasize. Others employ very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories in a commendable way.
Suddenly, a title caught my attention and drew me in to read it: "The love affair history of a father-in-law and daughter-in-law."
The more I read, the more it shook my heart. It was an article with beautiful wording, yet extremely provocative and stimulating, making my body heat up wave after wave, my private parts secreting much love juice, soaking my panties.
Oh my god~ After finishing this article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's covetous gaze towards me. Instead, I began to develop a certain kind of fondness for this man in his fifties. A special curiosity arose in me—I wanted to try what it would be like to have sex with a man much older than me.
From then on, whenever his gaze peeked at me, I would feel an inexplicable excitement and satisfaction. I wanted even more to intentionally, or unintentionally, reveal the parts he wanted to see, so as to satisfy both my own being-spied-on mindset and his voyeuristic desires.
And I realized that my father-in-law was also loving and caring for me more and more, one could say with utmost attentiveness.
It happened on a day when I had been married for almost eight months.
It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to the company to work overtime early in the morning.
Around noon, just as my mother-in-law had finished preparing lunch, my husband's uncle rushed in, saying there was something urgent at his mother's family's home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away.
Now it was only my father-in-law and me having lunch together. As soon as my mother-in-law went out, 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 breasts, but leaves the upper part and most of the breast exposed. On the bottom, I wore a simple white short skirt. I sat across from my father-in-law, and we chatted about everyday things while eating.
But I noticed that my father-in-law was staring fixedly at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn’t there, he was actually being so bold as to covet me; it made me a little uncomfortable, but inside I was also very excited.
Gradually, I felt my panties getting damp, my heart was both excited and somewhat flustered, and I could no longer taste the flavor of the signature dishes my mother-in-law made.
I stood up, bent over, and helped my father-in-law serve a bowl of soup. Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending motion caused it to open wide, revealing half of my delicate, snow-white, full breasts, partially exposed.
Naturally, my father-in-law would not miss such a good opportunity, his gaze going straight to my ample yet not too large breasts.
I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew the food in his mouth.
He looked lewdly, his eyes fixed on the part of me that my bra could not cover. I was even more excited to the extreme, deliberately slowing my movements so he could look his fill.
I don’t know whether it was because grandpa was flustered and confused, or just a coincidence, but after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, grandpa’s chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor, and he immediately bent down to pick them up
At this moment, my natural reaction was to slightly spread my legs, allowing him 'an opportunity' to catch a glimpse of the fragrant view.
Sure enough, father-in-law checked for a long time, but still didn't see him return to the table to eat, so I bent down to look at father-in-law.
My father-in-law still didn’t know I was bending down to look at him. His eyes were fixed straight on the part of my lower body where two fair thighs showed through my skirt.
Today I was wearing a white, nearly transparent thin gauze T-back panty, which could only barely cover the important parts in front of the vulva, and a little pubic hair would show on both sides of the panties.
My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost directly in front of my tender legs, staring fixedly at my lower body.
I spread my legs even wider, letting my skirt fall open. My lower body was now essentially only covered by the small, transparent thong.
His eyes were so scorching hot that it made me feel as if he were stroking my swollen, bulging private parts.
I suddenly felt my body start to heat up, and my mind flashed with provocative scenes from articles I had seen online about 'affairs between fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law.'
I sat on the chair, involuntarily wriggling my buttocks, spreading my thighs open, anticipating the violation from the old man under the table.
My father-in-law finally came to his senses and looked up to find me staring at him. When our eyes met, both of us were embarrassed for several seconds.
I was a bit disappointed. I pretended nothing was wrong and asked, 'Dad! What's wrong! Can't find the chopsticks?'
"Oh... I... I saw... it..." His voice faltered, as if he was speaking while swallowing saliva at the same time.
He picked up his chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat.
After lunch, I cleared the bowls and plates from the table, went to the kitchen to clean up, father-in-law sat on the living room sofa watching TV. After cleaning, I poured a glass of juice for father-in-law.
When my father-in-law was taking my cup of juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before my father-in-law had even held the cup steadily, I had already let go, and as a result the cup of juice spilled all over my father-in-law.
I hurriedly apologized to my father-in-law, picked up the box of tissues on the tea table, bent down, and wiped all over his body.
Bending over, Su's breasts were once again exposed to spring light, and the two smooth white hemispheres on my chest were revealed, trembling!
Sitting on the sofa, my father-in-law stared intently at my chest again.
Coincidentally, the area around Father-in-law's pants zipper had the most spilled juice, so I pulled several tissues in a row and wiped towards that spot...
I noticed something gradually bulging in my father-in-law's pants, so I deliberately pretended not to know and rubbed it even harder.
And so, my father-in-law, provoked by me, could no longer endure it. His face flushed, his eyes heated, and his breathing grew rapid.
Father-in-law raised his hand and slowly moved toward me... I still pretended not to know and kept wiping.
Suddenly, I felt my father-in-law's strong arms encircling my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately break free, but only to wriggle my delicate body, preventing him from pressing closer.
But my father-in-law’s palm was moving near my waist, and gradually, with growing audacity, violating everywhere.
His groping made my heart beat even faster. His soft hands kept wiping Grandpa's increasingly prominent sensitive spot.
Father-in-law’s palm slid downward, cupping my buttocks and pulling me toward him, and then the two of us were pressed together.
I felt flustered and excited, but still pretended to be surprised with an 'Oh my...!' though I didn't avoid or retreat.
I intentionally broke free from him gently, blushing as I said, 'Don't!'
He forcefully held me in his arms, kissed my pink cheeks, and lightly bit my earlobe...
I still said, "Don't..."
He inserted the tip of his tongue into my ear.
I let out an "Ah!" My whole body went weak and trembled.
He put his left arm around my waist, and his right hand moved to my chest, gently pressing on my breasts.
"Ah... don't... don't do this... Dad... Mom will come back... ah... she... will come back..." I began to talk nonsense.
He ignored me and continued his indecent groping. I only heard him say: “My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Why can't I, as the old man who is his father...?”
He pulled me hard by the hand, dragging me into his chest and making me turn around. I also lay down on the sofa accordingly.
He rolled over and pressed down on me, kissing my mouth while frantically fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
I deliberately shook my head, avoiding his kisses, but before long, he still managed to kiss me.
He lifted up my top, pushed the small white bra over my breasts, opened his mouth and took my nipple in it, gently sucking it.
“Ah... ah...” she let out a soft cry.
He also used his hard, steel-like big cock to press against my private parts.
Feeling like I was about to faint, I gasped rapidly for air, my hands gradually wrapping around his head, though my mouth still said:
“Don’t... don’t...”
He seemed to sense my reaction, so he stopped for the moment, though he was still pressing down on me, studying my beautiful face.
I also opened my already dazed big eyes, looking at him.
He said to me: “My dear wife, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I’ve forgotten that there are still delicacies in this world like you. Ever since you married into our family, I’ve been secretly watching you every day, your marvelous body, hoping for a chance to try a young, beautiful woman like you!”
“Dad…… but…… if Abi n(my husband) and Mom…… find out……”
"No ‘but’s. Just give me this one time, okay! As long as we don’t tell anyone, they won’t know... good wife, just this once, okay? I’ve really been bewitched by your body for months. As long as you’re home, I want to have you every moment! Your face, your chest, especially those snow-white beautiful jade legs, are in my mind all the time..."
As the old man spoke, his hands never stopped moving, gently kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
The nipples, originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under the pinching of his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries.
Really, old ginger is spicier; he knows how to tease me better than my husband.
Plus, recently I’d been wanting to try it, and under the thought-catalyzing influence of having sex with a man who was way older than me, I was becoming less and less resistant to him.
But after all, he was her father-in-law, and thinking of living in the same house in the future inevitably brought mixed feelings of love and fear, and concern about being hurt.
"...but..." Under his rubbing with both palms and fingers, my breathing became ragged, and I could not speak coherently.
"Good daughter-in-law, stop with the ‘but, but’ already. Seize the chance today while no one’s at home! I guarantee I’ll love you even more in the future, and I won’t let my son bully you!"
When a man wants your body, he can promise any condition and say anything, yet a woman, hearing it in her heart, is still very pleased.
But I still couldn’t just agree to him outright; I still had to pretend a little: "...But... but..."
He no longer cared about anything, bent down to kiss me, took off my blouse, which I had already loosened, then reached behind my back to unfasten my bra clasp, and smoothly took off my bra.
A pair of white, tender, plump, perky breasts was completely bared, and I unconsciously covered the nipples with both hands.
He pulled my hand away, grasped my left breast with his right hand and kneaded it, then lowered his mouth to my right nipple and licked it back and forth with his tongue. A wave of tingling pleasure surged over and over.
He really was more skilled at flirting than my husband, and more experienced.
After a while, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me, while his left hand rubbed the right nipple he had just sucked. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked on my left breast, almost drawing the whole breast into his mouth, and his tongue inside kept circling over my nipple.
Oh my god! This feeling is so beautiful. My husband has never flirted with me like this. I felt the love fluid secreted from my private parts soaking my panties. My body was too weak to resist anymore, and my heart convinced me: 'No need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and accept this excited old man before me. Perhaps today he can let me experience the intimacy I could never get from my husband in this lifetime!' I decided to surrender to him.
He would also sometimes, while sucking, use that big flesh rod to forcefully press into my private parts.
Soon, I let out a muffled “mm… mm…” moaning sound, and my whole body grew unbearably restless.
Comfortable to the point of losing my senses, unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more from him...
My father-in-law’s tongue was still circling my nipple, his teeth lightly biting the tip of it, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking. His other hand had already moved from my waist to my thigh, forcefully kneading my private area through the thin skirt and my soaked-through thong.
“Daddy... slower...” My voice had completely softened, carrying obvious gasps.
He lifted his head and looked at me with burning eyes: “Wife, you’re already soaked through.”
As he spoke, his nimble fingers parted the thin straps of the thong, directly touching my swollen labia. Two fingers gently spread me apart, and his middle finger smoothly probed into the muddy entrance. My whole body trembled, my legs instinctively clamped together, but they were quickly pried open again by his knee.
“Relax... let Daddy have a good feel.”
His fingers moved slowly inside, while his thumb simultaneously pressed against the clit in circles. Pleasure came fast and densely; I couldn't help twisting my waist, both hands clutching his shoulders. The shirt had long since been completely removed by him, and the bra had also been tossed aside, leaving the upper body completely naked. A pleated skirt was lifted up to the waist, leaving only the white transparent thong that offered almost no cover at all.
Father-in-law lowered his head and looked at where his fingers were going in and out, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. He pulled his fingers out and brought the wet fingertips to my mouth. I instinctively took them in, my tongue curling over his knuckles, tasting my own flavor.
He let out a deep breath, quickly undoing his belt and trouser zipper. His thick penis sprang out, obviously thicker and longer than my husband’s, the glans already fully engorged, with transparent liquid seeping from the tip.
“Wife... help Dad...”
I didn't refuse. I reached out and grasped that burning, hard object, stroking it up and down a few times. His breathing immediately became ragged, his hips thrusting forward slightly. I sat up a bit, lowered my head, took the glans into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the coronal sulcus while using my hand to tend to the shaft below.
“Good... you really know how to suck...” He pressed the back of my head, but didn’t force me down, only gently stroking my hair.
I worked hard, sucking and licking for a while, saliva flowing down the shaft to his scrotum. He suddenly pulled me up, pressed me back onto the sofa, and used his knee to pry my legs apart. The thong was yanked aside, and his thick, hot glans pressed directly against the slippery entrance.
“Can I?” he asked, staring into my eyes.
I nodded, my voice so thin it was almost inaudible: "Come in... Daddy..."
His waist sank down, and the whole thing slowly but firmly pushed in. I let out a long moan, my hands gripping his arms tightly. Inside, I was filled completely full; it felt deeper and more swollen than when I made love with my husband. He paused at the deepest point to let me adjust, then began thrusting slowly.
Each time he pulled out until almost only the glans remained, then buried himself completely again. The sofa gently swayed with the motion, the sound of flesh colliding especially clear in the quiet living room. My legs actively wrapped around his waist, my heels pressing against his buttocks, matching his rhythm.
“Daddy... so deep... a little faster...”
He followed the instructions and sped up, both hands lifting my butt and pulling me onto him. Every impact hit the most sensitive point, pleasure piling up in wave after wave. My moans became more and more uncontrollable, my fingers leaving faint red marks on his back.
He suddenly picked me up and let me straddle his lap. This position made him go in deeper. I braced my hands on his chest and moved myself up and down, my breasts shaking violently in front of him. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while his hands gripped my waist to help me rise and fall.
The climax came fiercely and lasted long. My whole body tensed, my vagina contracting violently, love juices flowing down from where we joined onto his thigh. He didn't stop, continuing to thrust, prolonging my pleasure. Only after I had calmed down a bit did he lay me back on the sofa and enter from behind.
I knelt on the sofa, gripping the backrest with both hands, my buttocks raised high. He entered me fully from behind, one hand reaching around to rub my clit, the other grabbing my breast. This angle was deep and heavy, each thrust making me lurch forward.
“Daddy... I’m going to cum... finish inside...”
In his last dozens of thrusts, he was fast and ruthless, his whole body pressed on my back, and scalding semen shot into the deepest part in bursts. I climaxed again at the same time, my body trembling nonstop.
After ejaculating, he didn't withdraw immediately. He just held me in the penetration position, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. Our breathing gradually calmed, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner in the living room.
After a long time, he slowly withdrew. Semen mixed with arousal fluid flowed down the inner side of my thigh. I lay limply against the sofa, while he took a tissue and carefully wiped me clean.
"From now on... will there still be a chance?" he asked softly.
I looked at him and didn't answer immediately. I knew in my heart that after today, the relationships in this family had completely changed. But the lingering sensations in my body remained; the feeling of being completely filled, of being controlled by an older man, made it impossible for me to easily say 'no'.
“Let’s see how things go...” In the end I only said this sentence.
He nodded, helped me put on my clothes one piece at a time, and then tidied himself up as well. Faintly outside the window came the sound of grandma and my uncle talking — they were back.
The two quickly returned to their usual manner. Father-in-law sat back on the sofa and continued watching TV, while I walked into the kitchen, pretending I was still cleaning up.
But my heart takes a long time to calm down.
This day is just the beginning.
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