A Forbidden Embrace :

I am 35 years old. It has been two years since my husband, a civil servant, was transferred to a provincial government office.
I live in an old, large wooden house with one child and my father-in-law.
The child sleeps in the children's room on the second floor, I sleep in the 10-tatami room closest to the living room,
and my father-in-law sleeps in the 8-tatami room at the far end.

It was the day of the PTA bazaar.
I was tired, and on top of that, I had a little beer and was slightly tipsy.
I got home at 9:30 PM.
My father-in-law goes to bed quite early, but he wakes up around 4:30 AM.

That night, I took a shower as soon as I got home.
Through the bathroom door, my father-in-law's loud voice asked, "Are you back?"
I replied, "Yes,"
and I remember drinking juice in the empty living room with just a bath towel on.

Wearing a bra and panties was the usual thing.
I seemed to have fallen asleep in the bedroom with just a summer blanket.

Housewives don't dream.
They are always busy and tired.
But that day, my whole body felt languid, and I had a sweet dream.
A man's naked body gently covered me, my breasts were sucked,
a gentle hand roamed my groin,
and I felt something hot and embarrassing overflowing.

Feeling embarrassed to have such a dream, I tried to turn over,
but for some reason, I couldn't move freely. My legs were spread wide...
I tried to close them, but they only spread wider.

I wondered when my husband had come back, and as I reached out my hand,
there was indeed a man's naked body.
I stroked that body and held the man's buttocks.

Was it a dream or reality when I said, 'Come'?
The man's chest enveloped me.
My left hand grasped something fiercely erect.

It was then that I realized dreams don't have a sense of touch.
'Is it okay?' It was my father-in-law's voice.
I was already stripped of my underwear,
my naked hips wide open, embracing my father-in-law.
Heat surged through my body, and something dripping ran down the valley,
which my father-in-law's fingers scooped up.

My father-in-law's lips sealed my mouth, and a thick, hot tongue was pushed in,
soon sucking up my tongue.
My hips craved my father-in-law's magnificent manhood,
and he guided it in without hesitation, penetrating me in one go.

A strong pleasure that only a woman who has strayed from the path can feel overwhelmed my body,
and I cried out, 'Oh, father-in-law,' twisting my body.
My father-in-law slammed his groin into me,
and my clitoris was harder than ever, covered in clear liquid.

My left hand went around my father-in-law's back, and my right hand held his moving buttocks.
'Ah! I'm coming! I'm coming!' I couldn't hold back.
My whole body heated up and tensed, and I gritted my teeth,
shouting, 'I'm coming!'
Almost simultaneously, my father-in-law groaned, 'Mmm!!' and stood up,
and hot spurts were poured over my face.

It's been six months since then. Even while I'm cooking, my father-in-law hugs me from behind,
tilts my face, and kisses me. When I'm standing and talking on the phone about the PTA meeting,
he looks up my skirt and raises his face.
I jokingly open my thighs for him.
His wet tongue roams inside my thighs, and I almost let out a voice.
Once, while receiving his caresses and kissing at the park entrance,
a police car approached and sternly warned us, 'It's dangerous, don't do that here.'
I don't think anyone has noticed yet, but I have completely become my father-in-law's woman.



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