After our third round of s*x, my father-in-law invited me to the bathroom so we could wash up. I sighed softly as he offered me his hand. I took it, and he gently pulled me up. I felt tired, and my knees were trembling from the intensity of our sessions. Our mixed fluids were still dripping down my thighs as I stood, but I ignored it and followed him into the bathroom. There was a large bathtub inside, so we filled it with warm water. While waiting, we held each other close, our lips locked once again.
The feeling was just too good. I’ve never felt anything like this—not even with my husband, not even in the beginning when we first met. Emir was charming back then, and that’s why I fell for him. We worked in buildings across from each other, and he used to ease my stress whenever I had is
