The Dirty In-Law: Before it All Began (Patreon)

Author’s Note: This chapter is a prequel to Chapter 1 of this story.

It had been a few months since Hank moved in. He had nothing but an old, beat-up duffel bag and a couple of cardboard boxes when he arrived. David gave him the spare room downstairs, and things eventually settled into a normal routine with the new member of the household. 

Things weren’t so bad, well, besides David’s job swallowing him whole for weeks. Nora was usually alone with Hank whenever she came home from her job. Hank mostly kept to himself during the day. Most of the time, he would be in his room, coming out only to eat and exchange a pleasant greeting, then retreating again. In the evenings, he’d then emerge once more and park himself on the couch to watch TV with a beer, or three. 

Nora was a bit irked by his lazy routine. But she told herself that this was fine, that things could have been worse. He was family, after all. 

But with David always gone, the house was beginning to feel smaller and smaller by the day. Hank’s presence became more pronounced. He had his way of watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking. Nora noticed, of course, but she didn’t really find it creepy. Just… lingering. A second too long when she bent over to load the dishwasher. A slow smile would pull on his face when he found her exercising in her sports bra and yoga leggings. She brushed it off as harmless old-guy stuff. He was lonely and missing his wife. 

Nora’s frustrations still simmered beneath the surface, however. It had been so long since David had touched her, touched her in the ways that she wanted, no, needed. She didn’t count the quick pecks of the cheek whenever he raced off to work, or the warm, but slightly awkward, cuddling on the couch, which usually ended with him falling asleep on her shoulder. The man was exhausted every night when he actually came home. She lay awake, staring blankly at the ceiling as her lower belly ached with an itch that needed to be scratched. 

That Friday evening, things were already starting to wrap up the same as they had the past couple of weeks. David had texted around six to say that the out-of-town client meeting needed him for the whole weekend. It was for some emergency pitch or whatever, Nora didn’t bother reading the entire message. She just texted him a simple “Okay, be safe. Love you,” before setting her phone down on the counter with a long, frustrated sigh. 

Hank happened to wander into the kitchen while she was beginning to pour herself a glass of wine. A big glass.

“David stuck at work again, Nora?” he asked as he leaned against the counter in his usual tank top and shorts. His rounded belly from his habit of drinking stretched the fabric, but his arms still looked thick and strong from whatever manual labor he’d done all his life. 

“Yup. The whole weekend… again,” Nora replied with a flat, exasperated look in her green eyes as she took a long sip. “Guess it’s just you and me, Hank.”

Hank chuckled lowly. “Heh, that boy doesn’t know when to quit, huh?” 

“Tell me about it,” she muttered behind her glass. 

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and twisted the cap off with his bare hand. He gave her a sneaky up and down with his eyes, admiring the swell of her breasts against her T-shirt and the curve of her hips stretching her sweatpants before meeting her gaze once more. God, how he craved to have his hands on her. “You look tense. Everything alright?”

Nora shrugged, forcing a smile. “I’m fine. Just… tired, that’s all.”

He nodded like he understood more than what she was saying. “Hmm, there’s a baseball game on tonight. Why don’t you watch it with me? Keep an old man company?"

She hesitated. What she really wanted to do was to finish her wine, take a bath, and go to bed early. But the house felt too empty, and it was only barely seven. 

“Sure,” she said finally. “Why not?”

They ended up on the couch in the living room. As the game played on the TV, Hank kept her glass topped off without her asking. She didn’t stop him; she just wanted to feel buzzed to wash away the unbearable tension coiling from within. The wine went down easily, warming her body and loosening her shoulders as she sank deeper into the cushions. They talked about nothing in particular. The teams, the weather, and how David was slaving away at work. She wasn’t even paying attention to the show, just lazily nursing her glass as she crossed her legs on the couch. 

Hank did most of the talking. He nodded and agreed with whatever Nora complained about while sneaking glances at her, hungrily eyeing up her alluring body as she lay stretched out beside him. 

By the ninth inning, Nora was tipsy. Not sloppy drunk, but loose enough to be a bit more careless than usual. She laughed at something dumb Hank said about the pitcher’s wind-up. Hank flashed her a warm smile. The way her pretty face was flushed, her soft lips curved into that teasing grin, and strands of her brown hair falling loosely around her face were so damn sexy, his cock swelled in his shorts.

“You got a nice laugh,” he casually said mid-sip. “Don’t hear it enough.”

Nora’s eyes widened slightly, and her cheeks flushed slightly. A strange feeling curled in her lower belly from the compliment as she bemusedly stared at Hank for a moment, still trying to process what he said. She just replied with an awkward hum, though her chest fluttered a little. She blamed it on the wine.

Eventually, the game ended. Hank turned off the TV, leaving just the lamp in the corner of the living room glowing. The house felt eerily quiet now. 

“I should head to bed now. This was nice,” Nora said, though she didn’t move right away. 

Hank stretched his arms over his head with a low, grumbling groan, his tank top riding up to show a strip of hairy belly. “Yeah. It was… Probably a good idea. Perhaps I had one too many drinks, hehe.” He lumbered up from the couch and offered a helping hand to her. She hesitated for a moment, then took it. His palm was rough, warm, and strong against hers. He pulled her up easily, and she stumbled slightly a step closer than she meant to be. Close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath and feel the warmth radiating from him. 

Their eyes met for a moment. Something dark flickered in his eyes as he kept her hand wrapped around his. They just stood there. Nothing pushy. Just… there. Waiting. 

Nora stepped back quickly, sensing the shift in the air. “Er— Goodnight, Hank,” she mumbled before hurrying upstairs. 

Slipping out of her sweats and into some cotton shorts, she padded to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth a bit too hard without realizing, her thoughts drifting to her reaction to his small, but intimate comment. That was weird… I must’ve drunk too much tonight, she thought before rinsing her mouth. 

Nora climbed into the big empty bed. The wine made her sleep, but it also made her horny. She kept picturing the way Hank looked at her. It was harmless for the most part. But the more she thought about it, the more it made her fall deeper into the rabbit hole. The very idea that her husband’s father harbored some lustful urges for her made her chest tighten with forbidden feelings. It was a mix of disgust, absurdity, and, oddly enough, intrigue.

Her tipsy mind drifted to depraved thoughts she shouldn’t be entertaining. I could easily just go back downstairs to Hank’s room and…

She stopped before she let her thoughts drift any further. Ugh, what am I thinking? I need to sleep.

After an hour of tossing and turning, Nora was still awake. The sheets felt too warm, and her body warmer. No matter what she did, there was nothing to smother the heat simmering in her lower belly. Her skin tingled, and her thighs pressed together as she tried to relax. Nothing. 

She closed her eyes, then let out a long, resigned sigh. “Masturbating it is then,” she muttered to herself. But before she could get to business, she needed some water. All that alcohol and sweating were not doing her any good. 

She got up from bed and padded barefoot from her room and down the hall. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the AC and the occasional hoot from an owl outside. Once downstairs, just before she went to the kitchen, she noticed that Hank’s door was cracked open; a sliver of light cut across the dark hall. She should have kept walking. 

But curiosity got the best of her. Maybe he was reading, or he’d fallen asleep already. She should’ve just closed the door if anything. As Nora stepped closer, she began to hear muffled groans, the subtle rhythmic creaking of the bedframe, and something almost wet from inside. She glanced through the gap.

What she saw stopped her cold. 

Hank was naked on the bed, sitting propped against the headboard, thick legs spread wide. His shorts and tank top lay crumpled on the floor. He had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking up and down in slow, heavy pulls. Nora’s breath caught in her throat, utterly caught off guard by the lewd scene of her father-in-law before her. 

She had never seen anything like it. Well, not in person at least. 

David was… average. Nice, familiar, comfortable. But Hank… God. His cock was thick and long with a slight, delicious curve, veins bulging along the shaft. The head was swollen and dark, shiny with precum that leaked steadily from the slit. His big hand just barely closed all the way around it. Every upward stroke made the skin pull tight, and the head to flare wide before he slid back down with a low, breathy grunt. 

Nora’s mouth went dry. Heat quickly rose into her face, then moved lower, pooling hot and wet between her thighs. It had been weeks since she’d experienced any semblance of anything sexual. And now here was David’s father. This stocky, bald old man she’d convinced herself was harmless, working his massive cock without a care. 

Hank’s eyes were half-lidded and focused on his phone in his free hand. Nora could hear the subtle, exaggerated-pitched moans coming from the speaker. She quickly deduced he was watching porn. His hand never slowed. He twisted his wrist a little at the top, brushing his thumb over his leaking tip before spreading his slickness down the rest of his throbbing shaft. 

“Hmmm… fuck yes… fuck,” he grumbled under his heavy breathing. His stomach heaved, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple as the wet sound of squelching filled the room. 

Nora’s hand flew over her mouth to silence a gasp. Her eyes remained locked on that thick, veiny length sliding through his fist. It was so vulgar… so lewd. She should have left. She knew she should have left. 

But her feet stayed planted. Her gaze remained glued. 

Hank’s breathing got more ragged as he pumped his cock faster now. He let go of his phone to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently while the other stroked his shaft faster. He tipped his head back against the pillow, his jaw slackening with pleasure as he let out a silent groan. 

Nora’s teeth unknowingly caught her bottom lip, and her pussy grew wet under her panties as she kept watching. 

His hips jerked once, then twice, before his whole body tensed. 

A low, husky “Fuck…!” escaped him as he gave his cock one last heavy stroke. 

Thick white ropes erupted from the head of his cock. The first shot high, arcing up and landing across his hairy belly in a thick, heavy stripe. The second was just as thick, splattering on his stomach. Then the third and fourth shots kept spewing in obscene pulses that seemed endless. His fist kept pumping every last drop from his contracting balls until the last rope came out in a final, weak dribble that oozed over his knuckles. 

Nora’s knees trembled. She could feel her wetness now seeping into her shorts as she clenched her thighs tighter. 

Hank let out a long, satisfied exhale. “Augh… that was good.” He lazily wiped his hand on the sheets and used his blanket to clean the sticky mess on his skin. It was a bit filthy of him to do that, but that was none of her concern at the moment. 

For a heartbeat, Nora thought he might look toward the door and see her prying eyes through the crack, frozen and staring. She didn’t even know how she would explain herself. 

But instead, he just rolled over with his back facing her, and not long after, his snores came rumbling through the space. 

Nora finally forced her legs to move. She backed away silently, her heart racing in her chest, and hurried into the kitchen. She turned on the faucet and leaned over the sink, breathing hard. 

The image was seared into her brain: that massive cock twitching, those thick ropes shooting out, the way Hank groaned so hungrily with desire. 

She grabbed a glass and filled it before quickly gulping it down. She told herself that this was nothing. Just an accident… An accident she couldn’t help but watch till the end. Fuck… what the hell are you doing? Nora thought. She didn’t know how to feel at the moment. Ashamed? Indecent? Flabbergasted? Or maybe… aroused?

She set the glass down and finally returned to her room. She crawled into bed, the sheets cool against her tingling, flushed skin, and her hand slid between her thighs involuntarily as the memory kept replaying over and over again. 

Nora tried to resist, but eventually, she allowed it to dominate her mind, and she let go.

-

The next few days were torture. 

Every time Nora walked into a room where Hank was, her stomach would flip, and her thighs would instinctively press together. She simply couldn’t look at him the same after what she saw that night. That thick shaft in his hand, stroking himself vigorously until his flaring tip spewed his heavy, virile load. 

She caught herself staring directly at his crotch once while she was doing the dishes. Hank was slouched back into the couch, beer in hand, legs nonchalantly spread wide. She couldn’t help but know that her father-in-law was hung like a horse. 

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” he’d say when she’d come downstairs in her robe with a low and easy voice. What she thought was simply an endearing greeting now carried a suggestive edge that she couldn’t quite describe.

“Oh, uh… morning, Hank,” Nora would mumble back, busying herself with the coffee pot, holding back a faint blush rising in her cheeks. She kept a careful eye on him, anxiously trying to read if he knew that she watched him jerk off that night. Thankfully, nothing seemed too out of order than the occasional playful flirt she was already used to. 

David was home that weekend, thank God. But, as usual, he was tired, distracted, and busy scrolling through work emails, even on a Saturday morning. But at least he was there. Nora stuck close to him to try to keep her mind off Hank. She tried extra hard for David’s attention. She cuddled with him whenever it was appropriate, laughed a little extra hard at his jokes, and showed intimate affection in an attempt to swoon him into giving her what she needed. 

It didn’t work.

Sunday night, Nora stared at the ceiling. Her body wouldn’t settle as it buzzed unbearably with an itch she desperately needed to scratch. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Hank again, naked in his bed, legs spread, fist moving slowly and steadily around that juicy cock of his. The way his belly tensed right before he came. The low grunt that rumbled from his throat. The sheer volume and thickness of his load. It was all too much. 

She finally had enough and tried to initiate sex with David. She straddled his lap and bent down to press a deep, tender kiss to his lips. “I want to do it, David,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry as she cupped his face. Her fetching green eyes searched his. But she found no desire in his eyes. 

He just returned a small, tired smile and replied, “Uh, sorry, hon. Not tonight. I’m really tired right now.” 

Nora's seductive gaze immediately fell, shifting into a disappointed look. “Seriously? Come on, David. It’s been weeks since we last had sex,” she complained, her eyes narrowing as she pouted. 

David just shrugged, his hands resting lightly on her thighs. “I’m sorry, Nora. I’m just not in the mood.”

She replied with a sharp, resigned sigh and rolled off him, lying on her side with her back to him. There was no point in trying to talk him into it. “Fine. Goodnight, David,” she muttered, shutting her eyes, though she knew she was going to get no sleep with this raging heat throbbing between her legs. 

She pressed her loins together hard to try to ease the ache. It only made it worse. Her panties were damp. She hadn’t been this aroused in months, and it wasn’t for her husband sleeping two feet away. 

When Monday came around, and David left early for the office, the house was quiet again.

Nora tried to stay busy. She vacuumed the living room. Folded the laundry. Anything to keep her mind away from Hank. But he was everywhere. He brushed against her when she was doing the dishes, reaching for a cup in the cabinet. Her breath caught when she felt him push against her ass, and the sensation of a strange, semi-hard mass pressing into her made her gasp.

“Whoops, don’t mind me,” he said casually, lingering there for just a second too long.

Nora just blinked, unsure how to react. By the time she could gather her thoughts, he had already pulled away and gone to the fridge. The heat she had tried to bury quickly rose again. Surely that was an accident, right?

Tuesday was worse. She was doing yoga in the living room, bent over the mat on her hands, her ass arched high in the air for a stretch. Just in her peripheral vision, she noticed Hank sneaking a glance at her from around the corner of the hall. Her heart raced as he just stood there, watching, a faint smirk curling at his lips. She pretended not to notice and kept at her routine, though the feeling of his watchful gaze didn’t help ease her anxiousness. It was obvious. He wasn’t just a friendly old man. He harbored lust for her. 

By the time Nora switched positions, he had already left, leaving her breathing a little heavier than usual and her lower belly aching with that nagging itch she’d been experiencing the past few weeks. 

By Wednesday, she was a total wreck. Her temper was particularly short, snapping at David whenever he asked why she seemed tense. This is your fault, she’d say to herself whenever he’d act oblivious to her needs. She’d stare at the mirror, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes restless, wondering why she was like this. Well, she knew why, but she wasn’t ready to admit it yet. 

On Friday, Nora pulled into the garage a little after four from work. She had a few meetings, though she wasn’t really paying attention to any of them due to the unbearable restlessness that plagued her. The only thing she had in her mind was to get home and finger herself. That proved to be a temporary relief before the heat came surging back again. 

She let herself into the house. It was quiet, the same as always. David wouldn’t be home for hours, and Hank was doing whatever he did all day.

She kicked her heels by the door and padded towards the stairs to take a shower and relieve herself there. But she stopped, staring at the downstairs hall where Hank’s room was for some odd reason. A part of her told her to mind her own business, another pulled at her curiosity. Then she heard it.

Low, rhythmic grunts. The tiny slap of skin. A woman’s exaggerated moans through phone speakers. Porn. It was apparent. It was loud enough that Hank must have thought he had the house to himself for a little while longer. 

The door to his room was cracked again, just like before. She narrowed her focus on it, the sounds becoming clearer now: wet thrusts, heavy breathing, the unmistakable rhythm of people fucking on screen.

Nora stopped dead on the stairs.

Walk away, she told herself. Got to your room. Pretend you hear nothing. 

Her feet didn’t listen. 

She moved down the hall, slowly and quietly, her heart pounding in her chest. The grunts were deeper now, rougher. Hank’s voice echoed through his room. 

She reached the door, leaning in just enough to see through the gap. 

Hank was on his bed again, naked, legs spread wide. He had his laptop open on the pillow beside him, screen glowing with some blonde getting railed from behind. But Hank wasn’t looking at it anymore. His eyes were half-lidded, his bald head tipped back slightly as he stroked his cock hard and fast.

He was already leaking profusely. Precum was beading at the slit, slickening his fist and shaft as he pumped. His other hand played with his heavy balls, tugging and rolling them gently in his palm like he was working them up for another massive load. Sweat glistened on his bald scalp, his chest rising and falling quickly from his lewd exertion. 

Nora’s breath caught in her throat. She should have left. But she simply couldn’t. 

She stayed, watching his fist fly faster around the deliciously curved cock of his. She watched as he swelled even thicker, his bulbous head flaring and throbbing with need. 

“Fuck… yeah…” he muttered through his teeth, voice low and gravelly. “Take it… Take that fucking dick.”

He wasn’t talking to the video. The words felt aimed somewhere else. Somewhere closer. 

Nora unknowingly bit the corner of her lip, and her thighs pressed together, hard. Heat flooded her face, chest, and lower belly. Her panties were already damp from the anticipation during her drive home. Now it was worse. Real. Right here. 

Hank’s hips jerked up into his fist. His breathing turned ragged. “Gonna cum… fuck… gonna fill that tight pussy.”

His strokes got sloppy, urgent as he grunted louder. His balls drew up tight. Then his whole body tensed. 

A low, guttural groan ripped out of him. 

Thick ropes shot out again, arcing high and landing across his belly in heavy white streaks. One after another, he spewed his virile load, splattering his skin. He kept pumping through it, milking every drop until the last weak spurt oozed out from his tip. 

Nora’s knees nearly buckled. She gripped the doorframe to stay upright as her breath came in shallow pants. Her nipples ached against her bra, and her pussy throbbed, soaking her panties. 

Hank let out a long, satisfied smile as he lazily smeared the mess across his stomach with a crusty-looking hand towel. His eyes cracked open again. 

They drifted over, and for one brief second, they locked on the crack in the door. 

Right on her.

Nora jerked back like she’d been slapped. Her heart felt like it was in her throat as she spun and hurried down the hall and up the stairs toward the master bedroom. She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could, her hands shaking. 

She leaned against it, chest heaving, face burning. Shoot shoot shoot! Augh! He saw me! He definitely saw me! She screamed to herself. Her mind raced, wondering how she could deal with this situation she got herself into. She should have said something, apologized. But that didn’t exactly sit well in her mind either. She slapped her hands over her beet-red face. 

What should I do?! What should I do?!

Nora tried her best to breathe. Trying to ignore how soaked her panties were. How her body screamed for something she couldn’t… shouldn’t have. 

The image of Hank’s eyes locking on hers seared deeper now. 

And this time, she knew he’d seen her watching. 

With a long, shaky breath, she pushed off the door and got up to her feet, stumbling toward the bathroom. She needed a shower, a cold one. Something to snap her out of whatever depraved feeling was buzzing through her. She stripped, leaving her clothes in a careless pile on the floor. Her eyes caught her in the mirror just before stepping into the shower. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, soft lips parted, nipples tight and aching. 

Nora clicked her tongue at herself and turned the knob to cold, stepping under the spray. The water hit her like needles, quickly shocking her skin. She shuddered reflexively as she winced, slowly easing herself into the brisk shower. But the heat did not go away. If anything, the chill made everything more sensitive. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched around nothing, slick and needy. 

She leaned one hand against the tile wall and let her head hang low, turning the knob to hot without knowing. The images flashed in her mind. Hank’s big hand wrapped around his cock, veins throbbing, head pulsing, and leaking. The way he groaned when he came did things to her she couldn’t explain. Then, she began to imagine it, him inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. Deeper than David ever could. Fucking her hot and heavy. 

Her other hand slipped down her stomach without permission. Her slender fingers found her clit. It was swollen and sensitive. She rubbed slow circles at first, biting her lip and moaning beneath the shower's steamy spray. The heat of the water amplified her naughty fantasies. She pictured Hank behind her in this very space, gripping her hips with those rough hands, thrusting hard, and growling in her ear about how good she felt. 

“Fuck… I’m going to fill this pussy up… make you mine, Nora,” she imagined while thinking of what he’d likely say to her.

A whimper slipped from her. Nora pressed two fingers inside herself, curling them, and fucking herself slowly, before pumping fast. The hot water cascaded over her skin, and her knees wobbled from the pleasure. She fantasized about his cock stretching her tight cunt open, the head battering her cervix, before flooding her womb with his thick, virile load. 

“Mfuck… Hank…” she moaned, the name came out broken and needy. 

Her thumb found her clit, rubbing hard. Her walls clenched around her fingers, the pressure swelling deep within her aching core. Her mind wandered further, picturing him fucking her silly against the shower wall. The unthinkable idea that she could simply march downstairs and fuck him tempted her mind. It was so taboo, so depraved. She doubted Hank would complain. Hell, it was obvious he wanted her. 

It hit her faster than she’d expected. Nora gasped, her body jerking and thighs trembling as her orgasm crashed over her. A choked moan escaped her before she could stop it. Pure ecstasy and relief buzzed through her in waves, her pussy pulsing, fingers soaked with her own wetness. She rode it out, instinctively rolling her hips into her hand as she pressed her forehead to the cool tile, breath ragged. 

When it finally faded, she stood against the warm spray and closed her eyes. She sighed, still reeling from what she’d done. She’d just masturbated to the thought of her husband’s father fucking her. She knew it was so wrong, but at the same time, it was so fucking hot. 

Nora turned off the shower and stepped out. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around herself and stared at her reflection again. Her green eyes looked different now. Guilty… Hungry.

She dried off slowly and slipped into some fresh panties and an oversized shirt before climbing into bed. The house was quiet again. The memory of Hank locking eyes with her at the very moment flashed into her mind again. 

“Fuck…”

The best course of action was to just not acknowledge it. But that was an impossible task of its own. And she knew she would not be able to avoid him forever. 

-

The next morning, Nora came downstairs in her work clothes. She had her hair pulled into a neat bun and wore some light makeup. She moved around the kitchen on autopilot, doing anything to keep her mind off what happened yesterday. Her chest felt tight, and her thighs trembled. A mix of guilt and arousal swirled from within. It was so wrong thinking about her own father-in-law in a lewd way, but god… it really turned her on. 

To her dismay, Hank was already there. He sat at the table with a newspaper in hand and a mug of coffee. He did not look up right away, except for the acknowledging nod when she entered the space. He just sipped and read slowly, deliberately. 

“Morning,” she said, her voice cracking slightly as it came out too quickly.

“Hm, morning, Nora,” he replied evenly. His eyes flicked up to meet hers for a second longer than normal. 

Nora felt his gaze crawl up her neck like a heated wave. She turned to the sink, rinsing a spoon that was already clean. 

Hank folded the paper and took a long sip from his mug, eyes still on her. “Sleep okay?”

She stiffened, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Oh— uh, yeah. It was fine, you?”

“Like a baby,” he hummed with a wide, knowing grin. “Heard some noises yesterday evening. Thought maybe it was you.”

The spoon slipped from her fingers, clattering into the sink before she quickly retrieved it. She turned and forced a smile. “It must have been the house’s AC or the pipes. Er— Something like that.”

He nodded slowly. “Could be.”

Nora kept her back to him, just staring out the window. The air felt charged and heavy. She could feel his eyes on her, tracing every inch of her sexy body, from the lines of her shoulders to the curve of her hips against her fitted skirt. She prayed that this was just his speculation, that he didn’t know she watched him. But it was as clear as day. There was no doubt that he didn’t mistake what he saw. She told herself just to act normal, and maybe this would all blow off. 

But normal felt impossible now. 

The rest of the week dragged on like that. Silent tension between them in every room they found themselves together. She tried to avoid eye contact when she could, though that just made things more obvious, and she kept their conversations short.

Hank never pushed the subject. Never mentioned that she saw her through the cracked door, watching the way he pleasured himself to blissful orgasm. But he got bolder in small ways that made her stomach flutter in that taboo way she knew was dangerous. 

He brushed past her in the narrow laundry room to grab a shirt. His big body moved close enough so that his arm grazed a generous amount of her breast, and his crotch brushed along the curve of her ass. She froze. He didn’t apologize. He just went on his way like nothing happened, like he knew she felt it. 

Another morning, she bent over to pick up a crushed beer can Hank had left on the floor. She sensed him watching. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Hank lingering by the fridge, shamelessly gawking at her ass. Like he was memorizing every inch of her, when she stood, he was already moving away, but his eyes lingered on her for a second longer before he turned to the hall.

Nora began to wear looser clothes around the house: baggy sweats, oversized shirts, anything to feel less exposed. It did not deter him, however. It made her more aware of how he looked at her. Like it didn’t matter, he’d just undress her with his imagination anyway. 

During a rare Friday night that David was home, they all ate dinner together. The three of them sat quietly and ate. David talked about work, while Hank cracked a joke about the neighbor’s dog barking like a little demon.

On the surface, everything seemed normal.

But under the table, Hank’s foot brushed Nora’s ankle. It was firm enough not to be an accident. She jerked her foot away and shot a small glance at him. Hank just kept eating his steak, totally unbothered. She began to question herself about his intentions. Was he playing a game? Or was this just all in her head, and he really didn’t see her that evening? It was all becoming a blur the more she thought about it. 

Later, when David went upstairs to shower, Nora cleared the dishes. Hank stayed seated at the table, watching her. 

“You’ve been a bit… jumpy, lately, Nora. Everything okay?” he asked, sneaking a small grin behind his cup as he drank. 

She stacked the plates in the sink. “Hm? Oh… It’s nothing, really. Just been a bit… stressed this week. That’s all.”

He stood up slowly and walked over, stopping right behind her. She could feel the heat off his body as he leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “You sure that’s all it is?”

Her soapy hands froze under the water. 

He did not touch her. He didn’t need to. The tension in the air between them was electric. 

“It wasn’t how you saw me get off that one day, was it?” he said, almost casually.

Nora’s breath hitched. She shut the faucet off and turned her head slightly to face him.

His eyes were dark and hungry. No smirk. Just raw desire. 

She opened her mouth to refute his claim. But no words came out. She immediately felt a wetness grow in her pussy as he lingered dangerously close to her ear, as the truth shattered the fragile normalcy she worked so hard to create. 

Hank leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You liked watching. Don’t pretend you didn’t. It got you all worked up this entire week.”

Her heart pounded so loudly she was struggling to process what he said. 

He reached past her slowly to grab a dish towel from the counter. He pressed his crotch against her ass and gave her a firm, deep roll, making sure she felt every inch of his already hard cock under his shorts. An involuntary gasp left her as her legs trembled and her pussy wetted her panties even more. 

Then he stepped back.

“But I ain’t gonna push,” Hank continued. “You want something, you come get it. Door’s always… cracked.”

He walked out of the kitchen without another word, leaving her flushed and utterly stunned. Nora stood there gripping the counter, knuckles white, thighs pressed together. The arousal throbbed heavier than ever. 

All her doubts were washed away at that very moment. Everything was now exposed. 

She knew what he was offering. 

She also knew she was running out of reasons to keep saying no. 

-

After that confrontation in the kitchen, something snapped inside Nora. The guilt did not go away, but the heat drowned it out. She woke up every morning wet between her legs, thighs slick, and panties soaked. The memory of Hank stroking himself pestered her constantly, never seeming to go away, no matter how hard she tried. The thick ropes, the heavy groans, the way he had looked right at her through the cracked door and toyed with her in the following days. 

She started touching herself more. A lot more. Most of her sessions occurred in the shower before work, running the water nice and steamy as she circled her fingers fast against her clit while she pictured Hank’s cock sliding deep into her aching pussy. The longer sessions were at night, whenever David wasn’t home. She would shove her hand between her thighs, biting her pillow to stay quiet as she came, thinking about Hank pinning her down and filling her up. She lost count of how many times she came with his name on the tip of her tongue.

Hank noticed the shift, of course. He took this as a sign to become bolder in ways that made her even more aroused.

He would stand closer when they passed in the hallway, making sure his chest brushed against her back just enough to make her nipples harden. “Smells good in here,” he would mutter when she cooked, as he greedily eyed her, admiring her alluring curves. One afternoon, she bent over to load the dishwasher, and when he passed, she felt his big hand graze her lower back as he reached past her for a glass. He left his hand there, giving her a firm, possessive hold that forced her to jerk up fast, making her cheeks flaming hot as she stared at him. He just gave her that slow, knowing grin before walking away. 

Nora started dressing differently around the house. Nothing obvious at first. Shorter shorts that hugged her ass. Tank tops with thin straps that slipped off her shoulders when she moved. No bra on lazy weekends. Of course, she never did this when David was home. She didn’t know why she began this habit. She blamed the summer heat. But deep down, she knew why. She wanted him to look, wanted to feel that thrill of his eyes on her skin. 

And indulge Hank did. He enjoyed every bit of Nora’s slow descent. It was a risk, given she was her son’s wife, but he didn’t care. He needed to bury his cock deep into that stunning, sex-deprived woman. It was only a matter of time before she would fall into his lecherous hands. 

Then came a quiet Saturday afternoon.

David was out having a business dinner. Nora had finished folding laundry in the living room when she heard it again: the low, familiar grunts, wet slap of skin. But this time the porn was not muffled. Out of habit, she glanced down the hall to find the door to Hank’s room wide open. 

Her chest fluttered, and her lower belly swelled with heat. She should have ignored it; she knew he wasn’t toying with her. 

She did not. 

Nora set the basket down quietly and padded closer. The hallway was dark and ominous. She stopped just outside the doorway, hiding halfway behind the frame, hoping the shadows would conceal her. 

Hank sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, completely naked, as always. There was no laptop this time. Just him, fist around his cock, stroking slow and steady as he faced directly toward the door. His bulbous tip was leaking precum, and his balls hung heavy, drawn up slightly like he had been at it for a while. 

He looked up. 

Right at her. 

He wasn’t surprised, a smug, dark grin curling on his lips. 

Hank didn’t stop. If anything, his strokes quickened, letting her see just how worked up he was as his hand slid from base to tip. 

“Fuck… yes… Nora,” he rasped. He said her name like a starved groan. “You like that? Been thinking about you all fucking day.”

She stayed rooted where she stood, thighs rubbing together as her breath caught.

Hank licked his lips slowly, locking onto her fetching green eyes. “Wanna fuck the shit outta you, baby. Bend you over right here. Stretch that tight pussy wide, and pound you till you scream my name.”

He sped up his hand, the sound of wet squelching filling the room as his hips rocked forward into his grip. 

“Fuck… look at you standing there watching your old man. Bet you’re soaking under those little shorts, huh? You want it, don’t ya?” Want this big cock buried deep. Fuck you silly until you pass out.”

Nora bit her lip, her hand instinctively inching towards her crotch. 

His smirk widened. “Fuck, yeah… That’s it. Get all horny for me, sweetheart. Watch me cum thinking about fucking you good.”

Hank then let out a loud grunt, his sweaty bald head tipping back as he let out a guttural groan before meeting her eyes again. “Augh, I’m getting close… I’m gonna shoot this load for you. Watch how fucking worked up I am.”

His strokes turned frantic. His balls tightened, and his cock throbbed violently. 

“Fuck…! Nora, here it comes, baby. MFUCK!”

He grunted hard. Thick ropes erupted from his tip, shooting high across his chest and belly in thick, white splatters. Rope after rope, he kept pumping until he milked every last drop, his eyes never leaving hers. 

When the last spurt oozed out, he let out a long, satisfied groan. His cock flopped against his thigh when he let go, twitching and throbbing wet against his skin. 

He wiped his hand across his stomach, smearing the sticky mess before lazily using the sheets to clean himself. 

Nora just stood there, hand now shoved between her thighs as she eagerly nibbled the corner of her lip. Her eyes were wide, glazed with a mix of guilt and raw desire. 

“Door’s open,” Hank said, voice husky. “You want the real thing, you know where I am.”

Her legs trembled. She could feel her gushing pussy seep through her panties and shorts. Her nipples strained against her thin top. 

She did not move. Not yet.

But the line she had been trying to stay behind felt thinner than ever.

-

Nora spent the next week in constant war with herself. She devolved into masturbating every morning, replaying the sight of Hank stroking himself and dirty talking to her that evening. She hated how much it turned her on. It was wrong. Disgusting. He was David’s father, for Christ’s sake. He was supposed to be a jolly older man in her life, not this. I’m a good wife, Nora would tell herself. But it did little to ward off the taboo fantasies plaguing her mind. 

She caught herself staring at his big hands and imagining those rough fingers gripping her hips. Her eyes would always manage to find his crotch, knowing what package he carried underneath. The outline of his cock was more apparent than ever. It was almost as if he was hard half the time. He probably was. Her mouth would go dry thinking about it. About how it would feel inside her, stretching her, filling her so deep in a way she didn’t know was possible. 

Nora started locking the bedroom door at night, not because she was afraid of him coming in, but because she was afraid of herself slipping out to indulge in her depraved temptations. 

Hank did not let up. He knew Nora wouldn’t do anything about his advances and became bolder. He tested her limits without ever feeling like he was forcing himself on her. A deliberately placed hand on her lower back, an “unintentional” grind of his crotch into her ass, or a teasing flirt that was clearly meant to be something more. It all made her annoyed and hot inside. 

“Looking good today, sexy,” he’d say when he passed her in the hall and noticed those shorter shorts she could not seem to stop wearing.

One day, she was standing on her toes, reaching for something high in the cabinet. Hank stepped right up behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass flush against him. “Whoa, careful, baby,” he murmured, low and teasing. “You almost lost your balance there.”

Nora quickly glanced behind her shoulder to lock eyes with him. She just stood there, her cheeks flushing and pussy wetting as she felt his hardness throb against her. Their breaths were hot and slow, the tension between them coiling to a breaking point. She could have easily lunged at him into a starved, needy kiss, and have him carry her to his room to fuck her brains out. 

But she pushed away before things could escalate further. Just barely. She stepped back quickly, forcing a small laugh. “Oops! T-thanks, Hank. That was a close one, hehe,” she stammered before retreating anywhere to be away from him. 

The tension sat thick in every space they shared. Meals were quiet and clipped whenever David was there. He didn’t notice a thing. He was never home or was too buried in his laptop or his phone to fully realize what was going on between his wife and father.

Hank would sneak small, knowing smirks at Nora, nudging her foot teasingly under the table as they ate. Nora didn’t lift a finger to stop him. She just let him hook his ankle around hers and pull her closer, slowly brushing his leg against hers, which sent shivers down her spine. 

Things were getting harder and harder every day. The invitation was open. She could act on it whenever she pleased, but she simply couldn’t. Her good conscience battled with her body’s needs. She knew it was wrong, but everything she did was anything but creating distance with Hank. Everything from the skimpier clothes to the lack of resistance to his advances, she slipped further and further. All that she needed now was one last straw to break the camel's back. 

It was a late Friday night, almost past ten. David was out late again and wouldn’t be home until the morning. Nora lay stretched across the couch with a big glass of red wine while watching some stupid rom-com on the TV. She wore a thin tank top and soft sleep shorts. No bra. No panties. She just needed to unwind from work and being horny all day. However, the lack of layers and the alcohol did the complete opposite. 

Then, the familiar sound of heavy footsteps down the dark hall made her stomach flip. 

Hank appeared, wearing his usual shorts and tank top. He paused by the kitchen, his eyes drifting to the sexy, half-dressed woman lying on the couch: the thin straps. The way the fabric clung to her full breasts. The bare length of her long legs. 

“Pleasure to see you up this late,” he said, smirking, his eyes never leaving her body. 

“Em, hey.” Nora kept her forest green eyes on the TV, but her grip tightened on the stem of her wine glass. 

He didn’t move right away. He just stood there and watched, evaluating how he could play his cards right. Hank then walked over and plopped himself into the armchair across from her, legs spread so she could see the tent slowly forming on its own.

“I guess David is out again?”

“Mhm. Client thing,” Nora replied with a measured tone, trying to act nonchalant. Her legs instinctively pressed, feeling the heat swell in her lower belly. 

Hank just nodded, and the silence stretched. 

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said finally. 

She flicked her eyes to him, then back to the screen. “Just tired…”

“Bullshit.” The word came out firmly, but it had a softer edge. “You’ve been wound tight as a spring. I can see it.”

She looked over, her brows furrowing at the accusation, though the blush on her cheeks already gave it away. “I-I’m fine, Hank, really.”

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “You sure, sweetheart? Cause from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’re fighting something pretty hard with that wet spot between your legs.”

Her head snapped forward, and she hastily covered herself before meeting his gaze once more. He’s so bold as to even point something out like that. “Hank, what the hell? Please, mind your own business.” Her words were pointed, but they lacked any real edge. 

“Mind my own business?” His voice dipped lower. “You don’t want that. You want me to keep going.”

She pulled her legs towards herself and sat up. Her heart was pounding, and her breath got heavier. The wine buzzed in her veins. There it was again. The temptation. His eyes were locked on hers, hungry and patient. Waiting. 

Hank then got up from his seat and moved across the living room to sit beside her. Nora’s breath hitched at the sudden closeness. He leaned back, resting his arm along the back of the couch behind her shoulders.

“Hank…” 

He leaned in closer and rested his hand on her thigh, fingers squeezing possessively into her skin. “Hmm… So soft, Nora,” he murmured low and lustfully as he pulled her closer against him. “You want this,” he whispered hot against her ear. 

Nora swallowed hard, her thighs pressing tight as her wetness seeped into her shorts. “I shouldn’t.”

His grip tightened on her thigh, the sensation of his calloused palms sending sparks through her body. “But you do.”

“This is fucked up, Hank,” Nora whispered back, her voice trembling slightly. Her dark brown hair had come loose from her tie, loose strands falling across her flushed face. 

Hank’s other hand came up and brushed her hair back gently. His eyes, dark with lust, locked on hers. “Yeah, it is. But I don’t care. I want you. This can be our little secret. Nobody has to know. Just you and me. Blowing off some steam, yes?”

She closed her eyes and screamed at herself. She shouldn’t indulge in this. It was wrong. She was married. This was her husband’s father. But the ache deep in her pussy wouldn’t go away. However, despite whatever remained of her good conscience, she inched closer, her face mere inches from his. 

The room seemed to shrink as their heated breaths brushed against their faces. Her body buzzed with wine and her arousal. She did not bother to push away. “Fuck… this is so naughty, Hank…” she said, leaning even closer. 

Hank took this as his sign to make his move. He closed the distance before she could change her mind. His mouth crashed against hers, hard and eager, leaving no room for hesitation. His lips moved against hers. The last of her doubts melted away at that very moment, and she kissed back just as fiercely. 

They made out desperately, making up for all that tension that had them both wound up for weeks. Hank’s lips were rough and demanding, his tongue pushing past hers. Nora moaned into him, her hands fisting his tank top as she pressed closer. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. 

She could not believe this was happening. David’s father. In their living room. It was so wrong, so fucked up. But the heat of his mouth, combined with the wild sensation she got from his tongue lewdly tangling with hers, made her head spin. The sound of moaning and lips smacking filled the dim living room. 

Hank slipped his hands beneath her thin tank top, sliding up and down her bare skin. He broke the kiss long enough to yank the top over her head in one smooth motion. Her supple breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and pink. Nora gasped as she instinctively used her arms to cover her chest, though not fully. 

“Fuck, let me see them titties, sexy,” Hank grunted as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides. His eyes widened at the beautiful pair heaving gently before him. “Damn, so pretty.”

He leaned down to kiss her again, this time more slowly and deeply. His hands roamed lower this time, moving to the waistband of her cotton shorts. He hooked his thumbs in and shoved them down her hips. He put her legs together and lifted them straight up, feet pointed towards the ceiling, and tugged her shorts free before tossing them blindly across the living room. She now lay completely naked in front of him.

He pulled back to sit on his heels and glanced down. His eyes raked over her perfect, naked body, taking in her toned stomach, flared hips, then lower. Her pussy was smooth and clean-shaven, her lips glistening with arousal. 

Nora’s cheeks burned as she recognized that look on his face. She shifted a bit, trying to move her thighs together, but Hank kept her legs open with his hands. “I… I shaved a couple of days ago…. It was just… I don’t know… I felt like it.”

Hank just smirked wickedly. He knew there was more to that. “Such a naughty wife. Look at that pretty little cunt, all bare and dripping for me.” Nora bashfully glanced away; she didn’t try to deny him. She knew exactly what she was doing when she decided to shave. 

He slid his thick middle finger between her soaked folds. He stroked slowly, easing his way into her tight wetness, and used his thumb to tease her clit. Nora arched from the couch as she let out a loud, breathy moan. Her head tipped back from the pleasure she was experiencing, hips rocking into his hand without thinking. 

“Ouhhh… fuck… Mnhnn!” Nora breathed, her toes curling into the cushions as he continued to pump her pussy with his finger. 

“Goddamn, you’re wet,” he growled, also slipping his ring finger inside her now. He curled both fingers up against her walls, pressing firmly against her weakest spots that sent jolts throughout her body. “This pussy’s been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

Nora whimpered, and her thighs trembled. “Fuck… Hank… Mhmm—”

He sleuthed his thick fingers slowly and deeper, his thumb still circling teasingly around her clit. She clung to the couch pillow behind her head, moaning shamelessly as he worked her sopping pussy.

After a few more strokes, he pulled his hand free. His fingers were glistening with her wetness. Without breaking eye contact, he tugged his tank top over his head and shoved his shorts down. His big cock sprang free, already rock-hard, veins throbbing around his shaft, the tip dark and leaking with precum. 

Nora spread her legs to welcome him without realizing. He knelt between them, one knee on the cushion, the other foot on the floor. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked himself, using her slickness to coat himself from the base to the tip. 

“Fuck, baby… Look at that,” he said, his tone low and rough. “Your pussy’s all over my cock. It’s gonna feel so good when I slide it right in where it belongs. I’m gonna show you a real good time, Nora.”

Nora stared, her green eyes glazed and mesmerized. The sight of him stroking himself with her own arousal made her even wetter than she already was. She could not look away.

He bent down and kissed her again. He nudged his slick cock against her aching entrance, not pushing yet. Just teasing.  

“You ready for this, baby?” Hank whispered against her soft lips. “Ready for your father-in-law to fuck you proper?”

Nora moaned, lifting her hips toward him on instinct. The line was already crossed. There was no turning back now. “Mfuck… yes… please…”

That was all he needed to hear. 

Hank kept his eyes on Nora as he nudged deeper into her entrance. They were both too caught up in the passion to even think about using protection. 

He pushed in slowly. 

Nora’s mouth fell open in a gasp as she felt his cock stretching her wide. Inch by inch, he sank deeper than anything she had ever felt. She had never been filled like this. Not with David. Not with anyone. His thick veins and ridges pressed against places inside her she did not even know existed. The sensation of him bottoming out sent a sharp shudder through her. 

Her eyes fluttered back, and a long, broken moan escaped her lips as he settled flush against her, his heavy balls resting against her ass. “Oh my god…” she breathed, toes curling against the cushions, attempting to ground herself from the overwhelming stimulation. 

“Fuck yes…” Hank groaned low with satisfaction. “So tight… so wet… I’ve been dreaming of this.”

He stayed buried for a moment to let her adjust and feel every detail of his cock inside her. He gripped her hips with his big hands, thumbs digging into her soft skin. Then he started to move. 

Hank began with slow, long, dragging strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding right back into her pussy to the hilt. Each thrust made her boobs jiggle softly. Her hair spilled across the couch pillow, loose strands slowly sticking to her face as she began to sweat. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet living room, mingling with their breathy grunts and moans. 

Nora reached out to grab his hairy forearms as his hips rolled against her. He was just so fucking deep. It didn’t hurt, but it was definitely something she had to get used to. The pressure built with every connecting thrust. The feel of his cockhead kissing her cervix with each inward stroke sent sparks through her core. Her walls fluttered around him, gripping tight and trying to pull him even deeper. 

“Ah ah ah… uh uh… Ouhhhh…” she moaned in rhythm with his thrusts, her breath shaky and pitched with pleasure. “Oh god… Fuck… So deep… More…”

He smirked, seeing her delving further into the lust. “You feel that, Nora? That’s what you’ve been missing. David has never made you feel this good, has he?”

She shook her head in response, too lost in the pleasure to speak. Her legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. He picked up the pace. He was still slow, but his thrusts were harder now. Each snap of his hips rocked her body against the cushions in a wet slap. 

Hank slid his rough hands up her sides, moving to her full breasts. He grabbed a generous handful of her supple mounds, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. More heavy moans dragged out from Nora’s throat as he fucked and groped her. 

“Ouuhhhh! Fuck yes… Hmmm! Ohhhhh! Uh uh uh!” 

He grinned deviously, watching as his son’s sexy wife devolved into a horny mess beneath him. The way her lush lips parted in breathless gasp, her fetching green eyes rolled behind her lids with each heavy thrust, and the way her long legs desperately snaked around him made his cock swell even harder. 

He leaned down and captured her mouth again in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue slid against hers, sloppily trading saliva. She moaned into him and lifted her hips to meet every deep plunge. 

The heat built fast. Too fast. She could feel the pressure coiling tighter in her lower belly. Every drag of his thick cock pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She had never been fucked like this. It was messed up. Depraved. But it also felt so good. She’s never felt so full, so utterly claimed. It was mind-melting.

Hank broke the kiss, leaving long, connecting strands between them before breaking off. He rested his sweaty forehead against hers, their breaths steamy. “Gonna fuck you all night, Nora. Gonna fill this pussy up and make you mine.”

“Yes… fuck me, Hank. Fuck me…” she whimpered as her eyes rolled back when she felt his cockhead deeply kiss her cervix once again.

He kept a steady pace as he fucked her. The wet rhythm of slapping skin filled the room as his thick cock stretched her wide. Nora’s moans grew louder and breathier. Her body arched with each deep thrust. 

The pressure inside her swelled to its limit. She had never felt anything this intense before. Usually, with David, things were slow and gentle. With Hank, he railed her like she was some needy little slut. His cock hit so deep, rubbing spots inside her that made her see stars behind her eyelids. Her pussy clenched hard around him, squeezing him like a vice. 

“Ah! Mhmm! Mfuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Hank— I’m gonna fucking… Ohhhh! I’m gonna—!”

Nora shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her body in a sudden, fierce wave. Her tight walls squeezed his cock in tight pulses, desperately milking him and pulling him ever deeper into her sopping depths. 

“FUCCCCKKKKK YESSSSSS!” she cried out, arching her back as her eyes rolled back from the waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her body shuddered uncontrollably, her pussy gushing and creaming around him, soaking his cock and balls. 

Hank groaned, enduring every delicious spasm. He wanted to cum so bad, but he was not going to end things quickly. He wanted to take his time. “That’s it, baby. Cum on that cock. Augh… fuck… You’re milking me good.”

The couch suddenly became too small for their lust. Hank wrapped his arms around her and rolled them off in one smooth motion, landing on the soft carpet with a thud. Nora found herself straddling his lap, his cock never leaving her still twitching cunt. She gasped at the sudden shift of position; this new angle made him feel even deeper than before.

Even though she was still riding the aftershocks of her climax, she didn’t hesitate and began to move. She rested her hands on his hairy chest and started riding him hard. She bounced eagerly, her plush ass slapping obscenely against his thighs and taking him to the hilt every time. Her tits jiggled with her movements, and her hair swung wildly around her flushed face. 

“Fuck… you feel so good… so good…” she moaned, voice sultry and low. “So big… so deep… Mfuck… Hank…”

The way his name rolled off her tongue made a satisfied grin curl his lips. He reached down to grab her ass. His rough, moist palms squeezed hard, fingers sinking into her soft cheeks as he guided her faster. 

“Ride it, Nora,” he growled through his teeth. “Bounce on that cock.”

Nora did what he said eagerly. She rolled her hips against his lap, making tight circles before resuming her bouncing. Her teeth caught her bottom lip as she gazed down at the older man beneath her. Her eyes were half-lidded and glazed with pure, depraved lust as she chased the next high. “Yesss… oh fuck, yes… your cock… It’s perfect,” she moaned loudly and shamelessly. 

Hank’s hand came down sharply on her ass. The loud spank made her yelp and clench tighter around him. The sting drove her to ride him faster. 

“You like that, baby?” he rasped, spanking her other cheek just as hard. “Naughty little wife bouncing on another man’s cock. Dirty little slut.”

Nora only responded with a broken whimper, nodding frantically. He grabbed her cheeks tight again, spreading them as she slammed down onto his lap. The new angle made her thighs tremble as his cockhead kissed her cervix once more. 

Hank felt it coming soon. As much as he was enjoying every second of this, he could only handle so much of Nora’s tight, desperate pussy. He hastily grabbed her hips and yanked her forward until her chest pressed flush against his. Their mouths met again in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling hard and wet. She moaned into him, briefly noticing that his saliva tasted like whatever beer he drank before this, as her dark locks fell around their faces.

He lifted his legs and planted his feet flat against the carpet for better leverage. The shift angled him deeper inside her, pressing against almost every sensitive spot she had. 

Then he started thrusting up into her. Fast. Relentless. His hips snapped upward in rapid, powerful strokes, driving his cock in and out of her pussy with wet slaps that rang obscenely through the dim living room. Nora’s body bounced on top of him. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, their skin slick with sweat as her ass rippled with every impact. 

“MMHMMMMM! FAWK! MHHMMM! MFUCK!” Nora screamed against his mouth. She tried to pull away to breathe, but Hank kept a firm hand on the back of her head, keeping their lips locked. 

“Fuck… gonna cum,” Hank growled against her soft lips, his voice strained and ragged. “Gonna fill this pussy up.”

Nora just barely broke the kiss enough to gasp, “Do it… cum! Cum for me, Hank! Fucking do it… I need it.”

With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. His heavy balls drew up tight and contracted hard. A low, guttural groan tore from his throat as thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside her pussy. Pulse after pulse, he flooded her, coating her walls and spilling out around his shaft where they were joined. 

Nora moaned sharply as her whole body shook violently. She felt every jet of his virile load pumping into her. The sensation pushed her over again. Her pussy clenched tight around him, milking him greedily as her second orgasm crashed over her in violent waves. Their sweaty and sticky bodies trembled against one another as they rode out their euphoric highs. 

They stayed locked together, panting hard. His cock twitched inside her with the last weak spurts. Cum leaked slowly out around him, dripping down his balls and onto the carpet below. 

“Fuck… That was good,” Hank groaned huskily. “Definitely worth the wait.”

Nora could only nod weakly as she rested her cheek against his, a loose string of their spit still connecting to their lips. Her green eyes were glazed and distant. She was fucked good. Too good. The heat of his load settled in her belly as she caught her breath. She hadn’t even begun to grasp the depravity of what she’d done. She was still lost in the pleasure she’d been craving for weeks. 

It was dangerous how much she enjoyed fucking Hank. It was fucked up, taboo. But deep down, she knew that this was only the beginning. 

-

The morning after, Nora stood leaning over the kitchen island. She had her hands wrapped around a mug of coffee and just stared distantly at the dark liquid inside. Her dark brown hair fell loosely around her face, and she was wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and shorts. Her legs still felt shaky and sore in places she didn’t know could ache. 

They had fucked a couple more times after that first spontaneous, frantic round. They moved back to the couch, and she rode him once more until orgasm. Then later, he fucked her over the low coffee table from behind, pulling her hair and spanking her before cumming deep inside her again. Each time was raw and utterly filthy. She had never felt so satisfied, so full, so used in her life. 

But the guilt came crashing down once she woke up in the morning.

This was David’s father. She had let him fuck her raw and take her in ways David could never. Multiple times. The thought made her stomach twist. She had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. What kind of wife would do something like this?

Nora took a long sip and sighed. 

The sudden sound of heavy footsteps from the hall snapped her out of her deep thoughts. 

Hank walked into the kitchen in his sleep shorts and no shirt. His stocky, hairy body and plump gut were on full display. A smug grin tugged at his lips the second he saw her. He didn’t bother with the kind pleasantries and just came up right behind her, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her back against him. His lips found the side of her neck, giving her slow, open-mouthed kisses against her soft skin. 

Nora tensed, and her heart pounded. “Hank…”

He just hummed, sliding one hand under her shirt to cup her boob. “Hmm, morning, sexy. Sleep good after the good fuckin’ I gave you?”

She set her mug down and pushed against his forearms, attempting to break his hold. “Stop. We can’t do this.”

He didn’t let go, but he loosened his grip. “Why not?” Felt pretty damn right last night. What’s the harm in continuing?”

She twisted out of his arms to face him. Her green eyes flashed with guilt and panic. “It was a mistake, Hank. I can’t be sneaking around with you. You’re my husband’s father, for Christ’s sake. It was a one-time thing… I admit… it was good. But I can’t let it happen again.”

Hank leaned one hip against the counter and crossed his arms. He just smirked knowingly at her. “One-time thing? We fucked three times last night, Nora. You begged for it each time. Don’t bullshit yourself.”

Her face burned. She opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t find the words at first. As much as she wanted to deny it, it was true. She did want it. “I— I was drunk. I acted on my impulses. It doesn’t change the fact that this is wrong. David’s your son. I’m his wife. Fuck… this is all a mess. Why did I have to walk into you jerking off?”

He stepped closer again and gently took her chin with his hand, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Wrong doesn’t mean it ain’t good. I gave you something David can’t. That boy isn’t giving you what you deserve. I can.”

She looked away, her cheeks flushing faintly. “Don’t say that.”

“Huh, why? It’s true.” His voice dropped lower. “David is too busy working. I swear, I think he prefers that over being at home with his own stunning wife. He doesn’t know what he’s missing. You needed this. Still do. I can see it in your eyes. I bet you're getting wet right now.” 

Nora’s breath hitched a bit. She hated that he was right. Hated that her body still ached for him even as her mind said no. 

She pushed past him and headed to the stairs. “Enough of this. It’s over, Hank. No more. For both our sakes.”

Hank watched her go, that smug smile never fading. “Door’s always open, sweetheart. You know where to find me.”

She didn’t answer, hurrying up the stairs. Her heart pounded as the guilt and need were twisting so tightly in her stomach that it was getting hard to breathe. 

But deep down, she knew the truth. One time had already become more. And the pull was only going to get stronger. 

Nora bought a Plan B later that day. She felt on edge during the entire drive to the pharmacy and took the pill in the car. She sighed with relief. It was done. She was safe. No consequences. That was supposed to be the end of a mere lapse in her judgment. 

It was not. 

Over the next couple of weeks, the need only got worse. She woke up every day throbbing and soaking wet before she even rolled out of bed. Her body remembered exactly how Hank felt inside her. How thick he was. How deep he went. How full he made her feel when he came. Masturbating did nothing anymore. She tried so hard, but fingers, vibrators, even the showerhead couldn’t scratch the itch lingering inside her. Even when she did manage to finish, she still felt empty and longed for more. 

Hank stopped pursuing her. Completely. No more sneaky touches whenever they passed. No more flirty comments when David was around. No more cracked doors or heavy stares. He acted normal, like the jolly father-in-law she originally thought he was, like nothing had ever happened between them. 

She knew exactly what he was doing. He was waiting. Toying with her and waiting for the ache to build until she broke. And it was working. Every day, the tension coiled tighter. Every night, she lay next to David, staring at the ceiling with her thighs clenched while imagining Hank’s rough hands spreading her open again. 

She tried with David once. It happened about a week after she had taken the Plan B. She climbed on top of him and kissed him hard. He was gentle, familiar, and sweet. But to her dismay, it was not the same. He slid in easily. It was nice and warm, but there was no stretch, no depth that she craved. She didn’t even climax. David finished quickly in a condom. They shared a small kiss before she rolled off him, then he was out cold. She remained awake, staring at the dark, her body still humming with unsatisfied need.

Nora couldn’t take it anymore. 

One late evening, after David was gone for a two-day conference, she stood at the top of the stairs in a thin nightgown. No bra. No panties. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her green eyes glossy with shame and desire. She nibbled on her bottom lip. 

Then she walked downstairs. 

Hank’s door was closed. She didn’t bother knocking and just turned the knob to open it. 

Hank was in bed, propped against the headboard, just in his boxers, reading something on his phone. He looked up, startled for a second. When he realized what was happening, a slow, smug smile spread across his face. 

Nora stepped inside, closing the door behind her and locking it. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. “And fuck me.”

Hank set his phone aside. His dark, hungry eyes raked over her, taking in the way the nightgown clung to her full breasts, the way the hard points of her nipples poked through the thin fabric, and the way her thighs pressed together to keep her soaking wetness at bay.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just patted the bed beside him with his hand. 

Nora crossed the room, her bare feet padding on the hardwood floor before climbing onto the mattress. She straddled his lap without hesitation. She cupped his face with her delicate hands and kissed him hard. 

Hank groaned into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her waist, yanking her closer against him until her bare pussy pressed against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“About fucking time,” he muttered against her lips, already tugging the nightgown over her head. 

She lifted her arms and helped him, letting the fabric fall away. She was naked again. Shaved smoothly. Wet and ready. 

Hank’s hands were everywhere. Groping her boobs, squeezing her ass, sliding between her thighs to feel how soaked she was. 

“Been waiting for you to come crawling back,” he said roughly. “Knew you would. It was just a matter of time.”

Nora whispered, grinding into his hand. “Shut up and fuck me, old man.”

He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, shoving his boxers down and kicking them off. His cock sprang free, throbbing and leaking.

He lined up and thrust in deep, burying himself to the hilt in one hard stroke. Nora cried out, her back arching from the bed, finally feeling that perfect stretch again. 

She had given in completely, and she didn’t care. 

This was only the beginning for her and her naughty father-in-law.