His Dad Changed Everything - Sex Stories

His Dad Changed Everything

... about her father-in-law taking her roughly, possessing her in a way that her husband never could. She imagined him pinning her against the wall, his strong arms holding her tight as he kissed her deeply, his rough stubble scratching her skin. She pictured him undoing the buttons of her shirt, revealing his 38-GG chest, then lowering himself down, his face pressing against her breasts. She fantasized about feeling the weight of him, the power in his movements, as he ravaged her, claiming her as his own. They were forbidden thoughts and she swore she would stop thinking about him. But he stopped by multiple times per week, and after each time the thoughts returned and with them an ache between her legs for more.

One day, after a particularly exhausting morning of cleaning the house, her father-in-law paused in the kitchen to refill his water glass. Rachel, still wearing a thin, cotton tank top and a pair of yoga pants, found herself unable to look away from him as he moved. She watched as his eyes flickered down to her chest, lingering on the curves of her breasts before traveling slowly up to meet her gaze. For a moment, she thought he might say something, but instead, he simply smiled at her, a knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her heart pounding, she tried to maintain her composure, but found herself unable to resist the urge to step closer to him. Their bodies brushed against each other, and she could feel the heat emanating from his skin. He took a ...

... step back, leaning casually against the counter, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Rachel," he whispered, his voice low and husky, "I can't help but wonder what it would be like..."

Before she could react, he was suddenly there, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. She gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation, as his hands moved to grasp her hips, pulling her even closer. His behavior was so different from her husband's, and so similar to the boys and men in her past. His strength was intoxicating, and she found herself melting into his embrace, returning his kiss with a passion she didn't know she possessed. She knew she should stop. But, she felt overwhelmed with a surge of lust that clouded her brain.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and looked into her eyes.

"You are so beautiful. Please just let me..." he whispered, lifting the hem of her shirt above her heavy bra, trailing a finger down her cheek, "Please just let me see them." And without another word, he reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts were revealed, and he groaned, cupping them in his large hands. She felt insecure for a moment as they fell, heavy, hanging. But he lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently before nipping at it with his teeth and her concerns washed away in pleasure. Rachel arched her back, moaning loudly, her hands tangling in his hair.

"Fuck, yes," he ...