Dirty Moans With My Husband's Father

Episode 3

OLIVIA

The incessant giggling would have sent me into a mad rage a few days ago but right now, I don't give a f**k.

We're having dinner and Bruno is seated next to his slimy mistress. I'm at the other end of the table, trying to have a peaceful dinner but these two are working overtime to make that impossible.

Bruno is making exaggerated gestures like whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Kissing her cheek. Spoonfeeding her. And even rubbing her inner thighs. And she won't stop giggling like a hyena.

I'm not stupid. I know they're doing all that to piss me off but it's clearly not working. Because my mind is very much distracted.

I'm thinking about my erotic encounter with my father-in-law three days ago. I haven't stopped thinking about it. It's like I've been enchanted because I haven't gotten his face out of my mind since that night. Or the sinful moans I made that night. Or his grunts. I still recall everything.

But we haven't spoken. He travelled that night on a business trip. I haven't seen him since then. I don't know if that's why I can't stop thinking about him.

Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder.

But on the flip side, I feel sick. Because why the hell am I harbouring these kinds of thoughts for my father-in-law? I'm not that kinda girl. So what's happening to me? Why can't I control it?

“Olivia!” The firm, irritating voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Bruno is staring at me with anger in his eyes. It seems he's been saying something and I've been clearly distracted.

“What is it?” I ask nonchalantly, shoving a forkful of meat into my mouth.

“You didn't hear me calling you for the last fifteen seconds?” He grits out.

“And why would you bother doing that? You're having such a lovely time with your pregnant MISTRESS. Why would you even wanna speak to me?” I flash him a facetious grin.

He grits his teeth harder. I smile. It's very satisfying seeing him so angry. I hope he blows up in pieces.

“I was asking if you knew a perfect place where my baby should be born.” He dives into his reason for calling me. “We're considering Dubai, here in Italy, or New York City. What do you think?”

Of course. He's trying to make me feel miserable again. He's always trying to make me feel miserable. Always.

His little skank has a sheepish smirk on her face. She's clearly enjoying this. But I'm not gonna give them what they want.

I straighten my back with a cold smile. “How about in hell? It's a perfect place to give birth to monstrous babies.”

His face knots in rage. His skank gasps dramatically. I don't pay her any attention. I'm more focused on the monstrous rage on Bruno's face. I think I went too far.

“Excuse me,” I mumble quickly, leaving the table and running upstairs. Just as I predicted, he's coming after me.

I sprint for my room and try to quickly shut the door as I enter. But a firm hand stops it from shutting. He pushes it open and enters.

I gasp in fear, dropping onto my bed. His angry fingers start undoing his belt. He has given me a few lashes with it and I swear, it's the most painful thing.

“You’re becoming too f*****g bratty and I need to fix that.” He says angrily, pulling out the belt. “You need to understand that in this house, you're nothing.”

He raises the belt to hit me. I shut my eyes awaiting the excruciating pain but it never comes. Instead, I hear a voice. An angry, arousing voice.

“That's enough, son.”

My eyes flip open, and I'm staring right at my father-in-law. Dressed in the most expensive grey suit I've ever seen. His hazel eyes hold so much rage, I fear he may rip Bruno apart.

“Father,” Bruno chuckles in confusion. “When did you get back? What are you doing here?”

Yeah, what's he doing here? This is my room and he's never been in here.

“I heard voices.” He explains laconically. His gaze finally darts to me and you can't imagine how quickly his gaze went from angry to soft. “Had to come see what's going on.”

There's a wild pounding in my chest. It reeks of excitement. But good heavens, since when did I become excited to see my father-in-law?

“Just my barren wife and I playing games. Like couples do.” Bruno snorts sarcastically, putting on his belt.

My heart aches at his crude comment. He flashes me a glare and then turns to his father.

“I'll have the maids prepare your dinner.”

“Sure.” My father-in-law replied but he's still staring at me. I'm staring right back too, like it's a crime to look away.

He finally nods, glances at Bruno, and briskly walks out of my room.

“I'd better not see you downstairs for the rest of the night,” Bruno warns sternly before leaving my room.

I stay seated on my bed for half an hour, entertaining the most scandalous and confusing thoughts ever. There's this small voice in the back of my mind shrieking in excitement over the fact that my father-in-law is back.

But why? Why does that excite me?

I glance at my clock and it's 11pm. I go into the bathroom and have a warm bath. I step out and put on my silk nightdress. I sit at my vanity table to do my night routine. But then a swift knock on the door distracts me.

“Who's it?” I ask, but there's no reply. I try to ignore it but the knock sounds again.

I get on my feet and go to see who's at the door. I open it and I'm shocked to my wits at the sight of my father-in-law. He's dressed in a white tank top and loose pants.

“I was worried you'd be asleep.” He explains nervously. He's obviously fighting down his Italian accent too.

Wait. Nervously? Don Antonio being nervous? What is going on?

“About to,” I reply softly.

“Can I come in?”

No. The f**k!

“Sure.”

I step aside and he walks in. I shut the door behind us but I don't walk away from it. I'm not sure what's about to happen and that uncertainty has me clinging to the door.

He turns to look at me. His gaze wanders down the length of my body. I feel hot from his intense stares and his eyes lingering on my boobs.

“I missed you,” he croaked out.

I choke on my saliva. “What?”

“Said I missed you.” He replies in a rush. I stare at him speechlessly. “Couldn't stop thinking about you…”

“Wait, what?” It sounds crazier the more he keeps talking. “What's going on? You came into the restroom that day. You…we did that and then you vanished. And I haven't stopped wondering why we did that. Now you're back and I'm wondering if you'd finally give me a good explanation why that happened in that restroom but instead you're here saying something really ridiculous.”

He stays silent just staring at me. I feel nervous being under his scrutinizing gaze. The silence stretches for a minute or two.

I can't take it anymore so I snap. “Why did you do that to me in that restroom?!”

His hazel eyes squint. “Whatever happened in that restroom, you wanted it as much as I did.”

“No!” I shake my head vigorously. “I've never thought about having your old d**k ripping up my insides. I've never thought about it. So don't you even say that.”

His jaw clenches. So hard, I feared he'd lash out at me as Bruno would.

“If you're not gonna explain, then leave my room and never come back…ahh!” I shriek as he grabs my neck, swiftly pulling me into his arms.

He's breathing harshly in my face. “You're a f*****g brat. You're the type to drive a man insane. But I'll never hit you for it. But there are other things I can definitely do to you.”

“Let me go!”

He doesn't. He moves and dumps me on the bed. I fall face-first and when I turn around, he's already expertly pumping his d**k in his grip.

All my brattiness disappears through the window. And like some robotic slut, I immediately spread my legs apart, waiting for him. Good thing I'm not wearing any panties.

His eyes darken as he stares at my p***y. He gulps, making his Adam's apple bobble.

“You're so f*****g beautiful.” His voice is stained in sinful arousal, joining me on the bed.

I touch my pulsing p***y, while keeping eye contact with him. Just a little spice to drive him crazy. I pray he f***s me harder this time. Hard enough that I'm never gonna think about Bruno again.

Heaven knows I love everything he did to me in that restroom. Even though I'm never gonna admit it to him.