His Dad Changed Everything - Sex Stories

His Dad Changed Everything

... burned into her mind, refusing to let her forget.

One night alone in her bed, after finally falling asleep, she had a vivid dream of a group of men taking turns using her body for pleasure, one after the other. But every time she looked at the face of the next man climbing into her bed, it was her father-in-law, Jack. She woke trembling and on fire. The crotch of her panties and pajamas were soaked, a wet spot on the sheet from between her legs. She had to get up and grab a towel to clean the bed and herself up.

She couldn't get back to sleep. She knew she needed relief, needed to get that ache out of her. Slipping out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom again, locking the door behind her. She turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body, trying to wash away the memories, the desire. But it was no use. Her fingers found their way to her center, and she began to touch herself, imagining it was Jack's hand on her skin. She closed her eyes, moaning as she stroked herself, imagining him watching her, saying degrading things about her body, how hard he was going to fuck her in her marital bed. She came hard, her cries echoing off the tile walls of the bathroom.

When she finally emerged from the shower, she felt dirty and used, like she was losing a piece of herself with every passing day, but she felt physical relief. She dried off and climbed back into bed, hoping for sleep, but it eluded her. She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable, ...

... her body aching again. She thought about telling someone, and confessing to the affair, but she was terrified of the consequences. Her marriage, her family, her reputation would all be ruined. No, she had to find a way to end it, to put an end to this twisted game they were playing.

Two days later when Jack came over, she tried to resist his advances, but it was futile. He was like a drug to her, and she couldn't seem to say no. So when he told her to get on her knees and take out his cock, she did. When he told her to suck "daddy's" cock, she did. When he called her a slut and said, "Sluts take it in the face," she did that too.

After, the guilt was almost unbearable.

He again surprised her by stopping early, after he had made her drink his cum, but before taking all of her. He told her, "Next time, Rachel, I WILL fuck you. But not until you ask me nicely."

The next few days were a living hell. She couldn't concentrate on anything, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jack's cock on her face, heard his voice. She knew she had to end it, but how? She couldn't just come out and tell him she wanted it to stop. That would only make things worse, wouldn't it? And did she want it to stop? When they were together she felt alive, wanted. She craved that feeling. And she knew, it wasn't going to stop until she cheated on her husband with him. When she realized that, she felt a sense of surrender. She knew if Jack wanted it, she would let him, she would let him fuck ...