“Perfect wife, my ass,” he sneered, spinning me to face the mirror, hiking my dress to my waist, ripping my panties off. “Look at you, dripping for me.” His fingers plunged into my pussy, three at once, stretching me as I moaned louder. “Yes, please, fuck!”, my reflection showing flushed cheeks, lips parted, eyes glazed with lust.

He bent me over the sink, my hands gripping the edge, ass up. “Beg for your father-in-law,” he commanded, rubbing his cock along my slit, teasing. “Fuck me, Richard, please,” I whimpered, voice desperate, the taboo searing, my husband downstairs, oblivious, as his father claimed me. He thrust in hard, the stretch intense,...