I have been married for a few years now, and sometimes I wonder who I am actually married to. Is it my husband, or is it my father-in-law—or perhaps both?
I have been married for a few years now, and sometimes I wonder who I am actually married to. Is it my husband, or is it my father-in-law—or perhaps both?
When I was first introduced to my husband’s family, my future father-in-law had eyes only for me. At one point, when we were alone for a moment, he asked me point-blank, “Is your horny body available for use?” I looked at him and, being bold, replied, “Only if your cock is bigger than your son’s.” He laughed, took my hand, and pressed it against his cock. Not wanting to seem unsure of myself, I looked at him and said, “I can’t really judge it like this; you’ll have to take it out so I can see it.” He glanced around quickly, undid his trousers, revealed his large cock, and said, “Big enough?” I couldn’t resist giving it a squeeze; looking him straight in the eye, I said, “I think that’ll fit just fine.” He quickly buttoned his trousers back up, and nothing more was said about it.
For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about that large cock of his—I found myself wanting to give him a blowjob right then and there. Our eyes met several times, though I would quickly turn my head away so no one else would notice.
All in all, it was a pleasant afternoon. My future in-laws were lovely people—except for that horny father-in-law of mine, who would have loved nothing more than to fuck me right there in front of everyone.
Before we even said our goodbyes, he asked for my mobile number, “just in case he needed it.” I knew exactly what he wanted, so I gave it to him, adding, “If anything comes up, feel free to give me a call.” I couldn’t exactly say, “If you want to fuck, just give me a call,” could I?
A few days passed, and then my mobile rang. I picked up, and I knew who it was the moment I heard his voice. My horny pussy tightened instantly at the sound of him, and we arranged to meet at a motel a few kilometers away. He sent me the room number, and I drove over—not even realizing what I was getting myself into. I never stopped to think about the consequences; I just wanted to get fucked, nothing more. He immediately gave me a separate mobile phone to receive the room numbers on, so that no record of them would end up on my personal phone—he wanted to avoid any awkward questions.
I had no idea at the time that I was essentially “married” to both my own husband and my horny father-in-law—but that’s just what happens when your father-in-law has a wonderfully large cock between his legs. I let him fuck me as often as he wanted, and I’d suck his big cock until he ejaculated. Before I knew it, I had started to love him more than I loved my own husband.
My father-in-law didn’t even bother asking if I wanted to suck his big, horny cock anymore; it had simply become the norm for me to do so the moment he pulled it out of his trousers. I have to admit, sucking that big cock felt incredibly good—especially when he’d push my head down, burying it deep until I was taking him all the way to his balls, and he’d shoot his semen straight into my throat.
By then, I had become his slut—and I didn’t mind it one bit. We would spend hours enjoying each other. He used me, abused me, and I let it all happen because I had simply fallen in love with him. As soon as I got home that evening, I seduced my own husband, gave him a great blowjob, and fucked myself senseless until I reached an orgasm. I simply imagined that it was my father-in-law I was pleasuring. I also did this to ensure my husband wouldn’t become suspicious. No, I never get headaches—the kind many women claim to have once they’re married. Women who constantly suffer from headaches during their marriage are clearly unhappy with the choice of husband they once made. I don’t have that problem; both my husband and my father-in-law can use me as much as they like. My pussy is always open for their hard cocks.
The first time I ever sucked a cock, it was my own father’s. He would ejaculate with such force—like a fire hose—that I eventually became completely addicted to it. At every opportunity—and believe me, there were plenty—I would suck my dad’s hard cock. My mom once said to me, “If you’ve got nothing to do and you’re bored, you can always go suck your father’s cock.” I looked at her without saying a word, and she added, “Yes, girl, I know—and I’ve known for a very long time.” I walked over to her and said, “Sorry, Mom, but I just wanted to do it so badly.” To my great surprise, Mom looked at me and said, “No need to apologize; I completely understand why you wanted to—I was no different in my own teenage years than you are now.” I looked at her, questioning, and asked, “You mean Dad—my grandfather, then?” Mom started to laugh, and the only other thing she said was, “Yes, girl, that’s who I mean. Now, go on upstairs …to Dad.” I’d dash up the stairs and then suck Dad’s hard cock even more intensely, since Mom allowed it. No more sneaking around—which was a huge relief—and I even hoped that, one day, Mom might walk into the bedroom and catch me in the act of sucking Dad’s hard cock. But, unfortunately, that never happened.
Honestly, though, the desire to fuck and perform oral sex has always been a part of me; neither Mom nor Dad had anything to do with that.
My phone rings—no room number shows up—and I answer to hear my father-in-law say we can’t go back to the same motel because he ran into someone he knows there.
“What a shame,” I think to myself, and we agree to meet at a different motel, a bit further away. I quickly check my appearance: no bra, no panties, and feeling incredibly horny. Everything is just right, so I hurry off to the new location. I’ve already received the room number, so I head straight inside. My father-in-law is already lying naked on the bed; he locks the door behind me. In a few swift movements, I’m naked beside him, feeling both safe and completely in my element. The fact that he’s about to use me is, for me, the most exciting part of all our encounters.
I once asked him what would have happened if he’d had two sons. Well, I could have guessed the answer myself when he replied, “Well, what do *you* think? They would have needed to be fucked too—what did you expect?” My father-in-law is such a horny dog—but, luckily, I have him all to myself, and I don’t have to share him with some sister-in-law.
I suck his big, hard cock with gusto, taking every bit of the semen he ejaculates into my throat. I keep rubbing and sucking until the very last drop. …out and continues playing with his large balls. He turns me over and sucks hard on my lovely breasts and nipples. He tugs at them and brushes against my hardened nipples—something I happen to really enjoy. He presses his large cock between my breasts and rides them as if he were on horseback. Every time his mushroom-shaped glans emerges, it turns me on incredibly. I spread my legs and say, “Fuck your slut.” He slides down and immediately thrusts that large, mushroom-shaped head into my well-used pussy, fucking me toward an orgasm—which, as it happens, I reach quite quickly. He pounds into me at a rapid pace, and with a roar, he empties his balls, yet keeps on pumping. I manage to squeeze out a second orgasm—even more intense than the first—and feel the warmth spreading inside my pussy as our fluids mingle. He lies exhausted beside me; I gather the semen and my own arousal with my hand, rub it all over my gorgeous breasts, and eagerly lick my fingers clean.
After a while, I whisper into his ear, “You need to handle your slut more strictly; I want to be used by you even more.”
Damn, I thought afterwards—perhaps I shouldn’t have said that, as I watched my father-in-law transform into a horny, unhinged abuser. It was teetering on the edge of a brutal rape when he suddenly shouted, “You filthy slut, I’m going to fuck you to pieces! You belong to me—and no one else. Do you understand?” And after a few sharp smacks, I certainly understood. After a while, I began to get used to him becoming rougher—all because I had asked for it.
Over the years, my asshole has taken in many meters of his hard cock; strange as it may sound, I eventually reached a point where I would offer up my aroused ass, inviting him to pleasure me with his large, hard cock and empty his balls inside me. I even had to convince my own husband to fuck me in the ass—otherwise, I ran the risk of him wondering why my asshole was so stretched out whenever he tried to fuck me from behind.
Following some particularly intense, rough encounters with my father-in-law, I had a serious, in-depth conversation with him. I made it clear that I wanted to be treated like a woman—not just as a sex object—or else I would put an end to it.
He hadn’t realized that things were spiraling out of control, and he promised me that things would go back to how they used to be.
As if by a miracle, I saw and felt the situation turn around; the sex I enjoy so much with him returned to the way it was when we first started. I still love him—I’m still in love with him—and that’s not just because of the sex.
He’s still allowed to pull on my lovely nipples, which only makes me even more aroused.
I’ve also discovered that my mother-in-law is no saint, either; for years, she would suck his cock—often ending with him ejaculating into her mouth. He never actually fucked her, which is a real shame—I would have liked for him to have that experience. In a way, our families are a perfect match. I’m certain that if my husband had a sister, she would have been sexually exploited day and night—by my husband, and almost certainly by my father-in-law as well. My father-in-law and I still meet up 3 to 4 times a week in various motels, and I still let myself …letting him fill me up, or sucking his big, hard cock deep down my throat. Sometimes, I even let him use my horny ass as a reward for sticking to our arrangement.
I can’t imagine what my life would be like if I’d never met my father-in-law; I’d probably be stuck in a perfectly boring marriage—and likely suffering from constant headaches, just like so many other women.
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