Husband Away, Father-in-Law Stays - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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My hands trembled as they hooked under the waistband of Richard's boxers. Every rational thought screamed at me to stop, but the fire in my veins drowned out the warnings. As the fabric slid downward, a thatch of dark curls appeared, making my pulse hammer against my ribs.
Just as the boxers were about to reveal everything—that thick, intimidating length I couldn't stop thinking about—I suddenly recoiled like I'd been burned. My back hit the door as I gulped air like a drowning woman.
Sanity had won this round—barely.
This wasn't some random hookup. The man lying there with his underwear halfway down his thighs was my father-in-law. If I crossed this line, if Ethan ever found out his wife had slept with his own father... The thought should have doused my desire like ice water. Should have.
I fled to my room, but the second the guilt faded, the emptiness came roaring back. My sheets twisted around me as I tossed all night, Richard's impressive size burned into my eyelids every time I closed them.
The throbbing between my legs grew unbearable. My fingers dove into slick heat, but tonight, my usual tricks brought no relief. Maybe because what I really needed was a man's touch—specifically, the one sleeping just down the hall.
We weren't related by blood, but he was still family. That made this wrong. Unless... unless we didn't actually go all the way. If we just touched, just got each other off, would that still count as cheating?
The flimsy justification crumbled my resistance. Before I could reconsider, I was naked and padding back to his room on unsteady legs.
Richard lay exactly as I'd left him—except now his boxers were gone completely. His thick cock stood at attention, veins prominent, a glistening bead forming at the tip that made my mouth water.
My knees nearly buckled. Leaning against the wall for support, I let my fingers circle my aching folds just as Richard's hand closed around himself in his sleep. His slow strokes mirrored mine, sending electric jolts through me. I bit my lip raw holding back moans.
When his stubbled jaw tensed and his hips arched, I saw my chance. Positioning my dripping core above him, I lowered myself down in one slow, sinful glide.
Just as the boxers were about to reveal everything—that thick, intimidating length I couldn't stop thinking about—I suddenly recoiled like I'd been burned. My back hit the door as I gulped air like a drowning woman.
Sanity had won this round—barely.
This wasn't some random hookup. The man lying there with his underwear halfway down his thighs was my father-in-law. If I crossed this line, if Ethan ever found out his wife had slept with his own father... The thought should have doused my desire like ice water. Should have.
I fled to my room, but the second the guilt faded, the emptiness came roaring back. My sheets twisted around me as I tossed all night, Richard's impressive size burned into my eyelids every time I closed them.
The throbbing between my legs grew unbearable. My fingers dove into slick heat, but tonight, my usual tricks brought no relief. Maybe because what I really needed was a man's touch—specifically, the one sleeping just down the hall.
We weren't related by blood, but he was still family. That made this wrong. Unless... unless we didn't actually go all the way. If we just touched, just got each other off, would that still count as cheating?
The flimsy justification crumbled my resistance. Before I could reconsider, I was naked and padding back to his room on unsteady legs.
Richard lay exactly as I'd left him—except now his boxers were gone completely. His thick cock stood at attention, veins prominent, a glistening bead forming at the tip that made my mouth water.
My knees nearly buckled. Leaning against the wall for support, I let my fingers circle my aching folds just as Richard's hand closed around himself in his sleep. His slow strokes mirrored mine, sending electric jolts through me. I bit my lip raw holding back moans.
When his stubbled jaw tensed and his hips arched, I saw my chance. Positioning my dripping core above him, I lowered myself down in one slow, sinful glide.
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