Craving For My Father-in-law

"Just put the damn cock in me, Liam!." I mumbled in pain as I dipped two fingers into my wet pussy. While my husband fixed his tie for work.

"Not now, Selena." He didn't even spare me a glance.

Not now? God this is frustrating. Ever since we got married a month ago, we only fucked one time.

I pulled out my fingers and sat upright.

"Liam come on, just a few minutes before you leave. You're leaving me for days. I really need this please."

"I love you Selena, Gotta catch up with time." He ignored the point, picked up his travel bag and stepped out like he didn't even care what this was about in the first place.

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling a familiar ache between my thighs, that my husband never cared to satisfy.

My hands slipped down there, stroking through my wet pussy

I closed my eyes and there he was.

Kael.

My Father-in-law.

Yeah. I know...but he had always haunted my fantasies every single moment like this.

Late forties, got divorced a year ago. But damn, everything about Kael was commanding and confident. He was far better than Liam.

He always visited every weekend. For weeks my pussy always got wet every time he entered the house. I imagined his thick cock stretching me open.

Last Saturday when I accidentally spilled a glass of juice on my thin top. My nipples tightened instantly at his sight. I could tell he noticed with the smirk alone.

Fuck... I felt his hungry eyes all over me throughout that night.

Refusing to go back to reality, My fingers stroked and circled harder into my wet dripping pussy, as I began dwelling in fantasy.

I closed my eyes tighter as I pulled out a desperate moan while I shoved three fingers into my dripping pussy, throbbing hard while my thumb rubbed over my swollen clit in tight circles.

Kael was right in front of me. His hand sliding under me to find my panties and see me soaking wet.

I pictured him bending me over and pinning me down slamming every inch of his dick inside me while his heavy balls slapped my ass. Filling me with hot cum that started dripping.

"Fuck me... please...I need it... harder." My pussy clenched tightly as my hips buckled tightly.

Still I imagined his thick dick driving into me again, and again stretching my dripping pussy wide open.

He would growl into my ears.

"Has my son ever fucked you this way? Come on, Daddy is going to ruin you tonight."

"Please ruin me daddy." I would beg with my voice breaking.

My orgasm crashed over me violently, my pussy gushing all over the sheet as I shook and moaned his name like a prayer.

“God, Selena you're so fucking tight. I'm going to ruin you for my son.” He would growl as he continued to thrust harder in me while he would wrap his hand around my neck and tighten it till my breath would be cut out a bit.

“Nghhh.” I moaned as my pussy tightened. “Harder… Please Daddy, fuck me harder.”

I was sloppy and loose from my wetness. I spread my legs wider as I fucked myself trying to make it as good as I imagined.

Gasping,I grabbed the sheets with my other hand and then began to locate the sensitive part of the flesh, grinding my hips into the air while tears of frustration and annoyance slipped down my cheeks.

I really wanted to come so bad, that it hurt. I desperately needed something better than this.

Reality slammed back into me almost immediately as I gasped sharply, my back aching against the bed as pleasure ripped out more desperate moans through me.

Fuck... What just happened right now? I pulled out my fingers, juice coated my hands and soaked the sheets.

I opened my eyes slowly and shame flooded me immediately, but...why?

There was absolutely nothing too be ashamed of .

It was my fault for getting married too a man who only fucked once for two fucking minutes. And now all I wanted was too be fucked by this dad.

I couldn't tell if this thought was still out of fantasy or what I desperately truly needed.

I sat upright, about to clean myself up and yet Kael wouldn't leave my head.

God, I couldn't believe this was just another thought of cheating on my husband. With his dad, my mum's close friend. But still...not like two months before now, I never imagined myself getting married to this sex depriving husband.

Ahh, this was a mess. I think I'm fucked up.

I heard a sound from the front door, probably Liam forgot something as usual.

Then.. another sound, it sounded like a knock instead.

Aaaah, who could that probably be?

The knock came harder,I hurried to my feet, put on a skirt, tried to look presentable even with a wet pussy.

I waited for another knock before going downstairs, and then opened the door and my eyes flew open in astonishment as a low gasp escaped through me.

Kael was standing right in front of the door.