Sleeping with the father in law
I (25F) moved abroad 7 years ago for my higher education and I met this amazing guy (26M) at the university. We started dating after few weeks, graduated together and eventually married him 3 years ago. Unfortunately, he met with a fatal car accident during pre covid days the other year, when I was 4 months pregnant. We were living in our own, and my mother in law didn't want to let me live alone and invited me to move in with them. I politely declined initially, but she kept on telling me that it would be difficult to live alone during the oncoming Covid crisis while being pregnant so I agreed after realizing I don't know much people except my in-laws. They own a nicely built house in the countryside, and they welcomed me warmly, and I felt at home. I had my delivery, and both of his parents were super helpful to raise my baby.
Things got changed after my mother in law died due to covid complications last December. After her funeral, my father in law (57M) asked if I was planning to go back, but my country had a limited intake and there was a long queue, so I chose to stay. Slowly I began getting attracted to him. He was still fit and funny, cooked for me and took great care of me. I knew it was wrong, but I was really horny and far from a city.
Yesterday I finished preparing dinner and joined him who was laying in the couch, watching TV. He offered me a beer, and we started discussing about our partners. I could sense him checking me out time-to-time. We had a few beers, so the more drinking, the more relaxed we both got. I enjoyed his attention. He got bit emotional when talking about his wife, so I leaned towards him and gave him a hug. I couldn't resist when his big and strong rough hands wrapped around me. It seemed like a long hug and neither of us wanted to let go. We started kissing. It felt like I could spend forever in that moment where our lips and tongues were hungrily lapping at each other.
He carried me in his arms like a feather and took me to his bedroom and dropped me on to the king size bed. My FIL is a big man. He stands around 6 feet 7 inches tall, 265 lbs, and has a lumberjack type build. He's always been a man who worked outdoors with his hands and I was about to see what he could do with them. I asked if he's got any condoms? He tried attempted to look in a few dresser drawers but said he didn't have any, but I told him it's okay, as I didn't want to ruin the mood. It was obvious he wouldn't have condoms because he never used them with his wife and he hadn't been with anyone since her passing. I think he just acted like he was looking for condoms just to be "nice".
We got undressed quickly. I was mentally preparing myself to give him the best ever blowjob, but he was already aggressively on top of me and positioning his hips between my thighs. He forced himself in me very hard with a grunt, making me burn with a newly lit passion and fear. He wasn't a "small" man, I haven't been with many men but he was thick. I thought when I first saw it, I was happy he wasn't large, as in "long in the pants", but he definitely made up for it in girth. My first thoughts when he pushed it inside of me were how much it hurt, but also how his wife was able to handle him for over 30 years of their marriage.
His thrusts developed into rhythmic movement. Every thrust was deep and violent. However, I was having my third orgasm with him. No matter how much I moaned or begged him to slow down, he just slammed into me harder. My begging just lit a fire in him to continue destroying me. The waves of orgasm left me eventually but he kept on thrusting. I looked up at him and he had this anima.listic look in his eyes. Sweat coming down his face. Seeing his muscles flex. Hearing him grunt and breathe heavy. Feeling his penis fill my insides in ways that my former love could never fill me. I felt in that moment, I wanted him to stop, but I knew he wasn't going to with the lust in his eyes. It had been too long for him since he last felt the warmth of a woman. He wasn't going to stop.
The only noise in the house was his balls slapping against my wetness, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, followed by a groaning and a roar, while pushing out spouts of hot cum inside me. I could feel his penis pulsating inside of me, as he pushed hard and deep inside of me. I let out a wince as he did this, as I have never had a man inside me so deep. My wince, just made him hold me down harder and push harder inside of me, with him telling me to "take it". After that, he rolled off of me after a few minutes, breathing hard into my ear and letting his penis slip out of my wet pussy. He spooned me from behind and apologized for "going too far". I didn't say anything, I snuggled into his arms while his cum was dripping down making the bed wet, and fell asleep together.
I woke up early in the morning, while he was still asleep. He was laying on his back, but I noticed his penis was still hard. Seeing this, I had a tickle in my pussy for more, but didn't want to disturb him. I cleaned up myself, fed the baby and then I drove to the nearest pharmacy to buy a plan B and a box of condoms for future use. I'm probably naive if he'd use the condoms anyway, but I think I'm lucky to be with an experienced older gentleman. I know what happened yesterday will change our relationship, but I'm sure it will help both of us in coping up.
Things got changed after my mother in law died due to covid complications last December. After her funeral, my father in law (57M) asked if I was planning to go back, but my country had a limited intake and there was a long queue, so I chose to stay. Slowly I began getting attracted to him. He was still fit and funny, cooked for me and took great care of me. I knew it was wrong, but I was really horny and far from a city.
Yesterday I finished preparing dinner and joined him who was laying in the couch, watching TV. He offered me a beer, and we started discussing about our partners. I could sense him checking me out time-to-time. We had a few beers, so the more drinking, the more relaxed we both got. I enjoyed his attention. He got bit emotional when talking about his wife, so I leaned towards him and gave him a hug. I couldn't resist when his big and strong rough hands wrapped around me. It seemed like a long hug and neither of us wanted to let go. We started kissing. It felt like I could spend forever in that moment where our lips and tongues were hungrily lapping at each other.
He carried me in his arms like a feather and took me to his bedroom and dropped me on to the king size bed. My FIL is a big man. He stands around 6 feet 7 inches tall, 265 lbs, and has a lumberjack type build. He's always been a man who worked outdoors with his hands and I was about to see what he could do with them. I asked if he's got any condoms? He tried attempted to look in a few dresser drawers but said he didn't have any, but I told him it's okay, as I didn't want to ruin the mood. It was obvious he wouldn't have condoms because he never used them with his wife and he hadn't been with anyone since her passing. I think he just acted like he was looking for condoms just to be "nice".
We got undressed quickly. I was mentally preparing myself to give him the best ever blowjob, but he was already aggressively on top of me and positioning his hips between my thighs. He forced himself in me very hard with a grunt, making me burn with a newly lit passion and fear. He wasn't a "small" man, I haven't been with many men but he was thick. I thought when I first saw it, I was happy he wasn't large, as in "long in the pants", but he definitely made up for it in girth. My first thoughts when he pushed it inside of me were how much it hurt, but also how his wife was able to handle him for over 30 years of their marriage.
His thrusts developed into rhythmic movement. Every thrust was deep and violent. However, I was having my third orgasm with him. No matter how much I moaned or begged him to slow down, he just slammed into me harder. My begging just lit a fire in him to continue destroying me. The waves of orgasm left me eventually but he kept on thrusting. I looked up at him and he had this anima.listic look in his eyes. Sweat coming down his face. Seeing his muscles flex. Hearing him grunt and breathe heavy. Feeling his penis fill my insides in ways that my former love could never fill me. I felt in that moment, I wanted him to stop, but I knew he wasn't going to with the lust in his eyes. It had been too long for him since he last felt the warmth of a woman. He wasn't going to stop.
The only noise in the house was his balls slapping against my wetness, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, followed by a groaning and a roar, while pushing out spouts of hot cum inside me. I could feel his penis pulsating inside of me, as he pushed hard and deep inside of me. I let out a wince as he did this, as I have never had a man inside me so deep. My wince, just made him hold me down harder and push harder inside of me, with him telling me to "take it". After that, he rolled off of me after a few minutes, breathing hard into my ear and letting his penis slip out of my wet pussy. He spooned me from behind and apologized for "going too far". I didn't say anything, I snuggled into his arms while his cum was dripping down making the bed wet, and fell asleep together.
I woke up early in the morning, while he was still asleep. He was laying on his back, but I noticed his penis was still hard. Seeing this, I had a tickle in my pussy for more, but didn't want to disturb him. I cleaned up myself, fed the baby and then I drove to the nearest pharmacy to buy a plan B and a box of condoms for future use. I'm probably naive if he'd use the condoms anyway, but I think I'm lucky to be with an experienced older gentleman. I know what happened yesterday will change our relationship, but I'm sure it will help both of us in coping up.
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