I Craved My Father-In-Law’s Touch

After Lucas Carter's mother died, his father, Brandon Carter, moved in with us. That night, while Brandon was out, I seized the chance to pull Lucas into bed. "Hurry, Lucas. Dad will be home soon." My lips parted on a shaky breath as my body trembled beneath him. It had been so long since I had felt any real relief that even this took the edge off. But Lucas wasn't big enough to satisfy me. The ache only worsened. "Faster, Lucas." Lucas watched me with hungry eyes and squeezed my breasts. But it still wasn't enough. I felt painfully empty. He thrust into me as hard as he could while I locked my legs around his waist, urging him deeper and hoping he could finally give me what I needed. When I glanced at the bedroom door, my breath caught. Brandon was standing there, and I had no idea how long he had been watching. Lucas must have been in such a hurry that he hadn't closed the door all the way. I should have told Lucas to stop, but I froze. Heat rushed to my face at the thought of Brandon watching me have s*x with his son. My mind went blank, and my ears rang. Shame burned through me. Every muscle in my body tightened. Yet knowing Brandon was watching made me clench around Lucas. "You're so tight tonight, baby." Lucas groaned and began thrusting harder. I closed my eyes and focused on each thrust, but it still wasn't enough. I needed more. Brandon still hadn't moved. In the silence, I could just make out his ragged breathing. The thought should have horrified me. Instead, the shame came with a dark thrill that left me aching for more. "Was that enough for you?" Lucas asked. He collapsed against me, breathing hard. My face burned. Brandon was still standing at the door, and knowing he was watching only made it harder to control myself. After catching his breath, Lucas rolled onto his back. "I'll make it up to you next time. I have another business trip, so I need to get going." I lay beside him, still panting, while the ache deep inside me refused to fade. I watched him get dressed and pack, unable to hold back a frustrated sigh. Since the day we married, Lucas had always left me wanting more. I had never once felt truly satisfied. He was only home a few times a year. The rest of the time, I was left alone and frustrated. After he left, I pulled on a nightgown and stepped into the hall, only to find Brandon standing there. After what he had seen, I had no idea how to look him in the eye. "Dad, you're back." "Yeah." His voice sounded rough, and a large bulge strained against his sweatpants. 'If Lucas were even two-thirds as well endowed as Brandon, I wouldn't need toys. What is wrong with me? I can't look at Brandon like that. I'm married to his son.' I pressed my palms to my burning cheeks and forced myself to calm down.