Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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My name is Victoria Evans, and my husband, Ethan Lowell, has been gone for two months—assigned to some remote project in Africa. Every night since he left, I come home to silence. Two whole months of empty beds and cold sheets.
Some nights, the loneliness gets unbearable. I bury my face in Ethan's pillow, imagining his hands gripping my hips, his body pressing me into the mattress as he takes me from behind. My back arches at the memory, my skin burning with need. Fingers slide between my thighs, teasing, stroking—
Then, a sharp knock at the door.
I freeze.
Again. Harder this time.
"Who is it?" My voice comes out breathless. I catch my reflection in the mirror—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with hunger. This isn't the composed, put-together Victoria people know. If anyone saw me like this…
I grab the nearest towel, barely covering myself, when the knocking stops. Instead, I hear the jingle of keys.
The door swings open.
My stomach drops.
Richard Lowell—my father-in-law—stands in the doorway, his gaze locking onto me. The towel barely reaches mid-thigh, leaving way too much exposed. His throat bobs as he forces a stiff smile.
"Stomach's acting up again," he says gruffly. "Came into the city to see a doctor. Your mother sent roast chickens."
My face burns. I look away—but not before noticing the way his dress pants strain against his thighs. The thick, unmistakable bulge.
A rush of heat floods me, my pulse hammering. I squeeze my legs together, turning too quickly—knocking over the framed wedding photo of Ethan and me. Glass shatters.
The sound snaps me back to reality.
I'm married.
And this is my father-in-law.
"Make yourself comfortable, Dad," I stammer, bolting for the kitchen. "I'll get dinner ready."
Later, we sit at the table, making stiff small talk about the family. Then his fork clatters to the floor.
He chuckles, bending to grab it.
But seconds pass. Too many.
He's still under the table.
And then it hits me—I'm not wearing panties.
Ethan always said my curls drove him wild, turning him into an animal. Now, Richard has a front-row seat to everything.
My thighs press together, my voice shaky.
"Dad… did you find your fork?"
Some nights, the loneliness gets unbearable. I bury my face in Ethan's pillow, imagining his hands gripping my hips, his body pressing me into the mattress as he takes me from behind. My back arches at the memory, my skin burning with need. Fingers slide between my thighs, teasing, stroking—
Then, a sharp knock at the door.
I freeze.
Again. Harder this time.
"Who is it?" My voice comes out breathless. I catch my reflection in the mirror—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with hunger. This isn't the composed, put-together Victoria people know. If anyone saw me like this…
I grab the nearest towel, barely covering myself, when the knocking stops. Instead, I hear the jingle of keys.
The door swings open.
My stomach drops.
Richard Lowell—my father-in-law—stands in the doorway, his gaze locking onto me. The towel barely reaches mid-thigh, leaving way too much exposed. His throat bobs as he forces a stiff smile.
"Stomach's acting up again," he says gruffly. "Came into the city to see a doctor. Your mother sent roast chickens."
My face burns. I look away—but not before noticing the way his dress pants strain against his thighs. The thick, unmistakable bulge.
A rush of heat floods me, my pulse hammering. I squeeze my legs together, turning too quickly—knocking over the framed wedding photo of Ethan and me. Glass shatters.
The sound snaps me back to reality.
I'm married.
And this is my father-in-law.
"Make yourself comfortable, Dad," I stammer, bolting for the kitchen. "I'll get dinner ready."
Later, we sit at the table, making stiff small talk about the family. Then his fork clatters to the floor.
He chuckles, bending to grab it.
But seconds pass. Too many.
He's still under the table.
And then it hits me—I'm not wearing panties.
Ethan always said my curls drove him wild, turning him into an animal. Now, Richard has a front-row seat to everything.
My thighs press together, my voice shaky.
"Dad… did you find your fork?"
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