All Chapters of A Washing Machine Affair: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

My husband had been away on a business trip these past few days, so I had gathered up the pile of dirty laundry at home to wash. Bent over, I loaded a stack of clothes into the drum. Suddenly, a forceful push against my hips sent my entire upper body tumbling into the washer, trapping me with only the twin curves of my hips visible outside. I had been wearing only a loose nightgown at home, my white underwear faintly visible beneath.Who could this be? My mind raced through countless possibilities, but I couldn't be sure. A sense of unease crept in. I never expected the person behind me to be so bold—his rough hands gripping my slender waist, roaming over my body from top to bottom, stirring sensations in my long-neglected form until every touch felt intensely sensitive. I struggled desperately, trying to shake off those large hands, but to my shock, the person behind pressed himself tightly against me! His lower body was now firmly aligned with my most private area."Let me

At that moment, my mother-in-law's voice called out, "Dan! I'm in pain. Come here, quick."Startled by her sudden cry, my father-in-law hurriedly pulled up his trousers. Reluctantly, he gave me a pat."Wait right here. I'll be back soon."With that, he rushed out toward my mother-in-law's room—tent still pitched prominently.Trapped inside the washing machine, I couldn't move. That maddening itch between my legs crept deeper, relentless as ants burrowing. My hands were bound, unable to reach, scratch, or relieve. All I could do was endure the torturous tingling as my body trembled with need.Against my better judgment, a part of me began willing Dan to return quickly—to satisfy this desperate, physical craving.Head bowed, I tensed every muscle, fighting the deep, throbbing ache.Some time later, footsteps approached.Warm, broad hands slid around me from behind.The sudden contact drew a muffled gasp from my lips. My body reacted almost instantly. A warm trickle escaped below

A scorching heat had already pooled between my legs, the aching need now etched deep into my bones, desperate for my father-in-law's touch. I pulled away, on the verge of tears."Enough… what more do you want…"The moment I spoke, he lifted me into his arms. His hands slid beneath my thighs, moving around to the back, and held me tight.He hoisted me up by the waist as if I weighed nothing.A lifetime of manual labor had given him the strength to bear down on me with all his force.The thick length of him pressed insistently against my core.Cradled in his arms, my full weight settled onto that single point of contact.I felt him pushing deeper, already straining against the fabric of my panties, beginning to sink in.The ache within me threatened to tear through my very skin.Then, grasping the edge of my underwear, he tore them aside with ease.Any last hope left me. I surrendered to the reality of what was about to happen.My arms circled his neck as he supported my hips.

Disgust twisted through me, making me tremble. I tensed the muscles in my legs and kicked hard at Dan's face.To my horror, he looked thrilled. He grabbed my leg. "Go on, kick me right here."He was utterly depraved. I struggled to break free, but he yanked me back."See where you can run now!" He used his full weight to pin me down, savagely tearing at my clothes.His eyes glazed over. "You've gotten even sexier since I last saw you."He kneaded me roughly, but I felt no pleasure—only revulsion. My time alone had strengthened my spirit. I writhed desperately, trying to block any further advance.But his strength overwhelmed me. One hand pressed me into the mattress while the other ripped my skirt away."My, my," he sneered, "even your backside feels better. Been getting plenty of attention, haven't you?"He buried his face between my cheeks, inhaling deeply, then tore off my stockings.The sight drove him wild. His breath came in ragged, animalistic grunts.Tears streamed do