Todos os capítulos de Craving My Blue Eyed Father-in-law : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The afternoon sun dipped lower over the lake, casting long golden shadows across the backyard of the North Georgia lake house. The air carried the rich scent of charcoal and grilling meat as the family barbecue got underway. Tyler’s mom, Karen, had arrived earlier with side dishes and her usual warm energy, turning the quiet weekend into a full family gathering. Cousins and uncles milled about, laughter echoing from the deck while kids chased each other near the water’s edge. Maya moved through the crowd with a carefully practiced smile, her white sundress swaying gently against her thick thighs. Underneath, she still felt the lingering effects of Richard’s training from earlier. Her ass was tender but pleasantly full from the plug he had removed only an hour ago, and her pussy throbbed with fresh wetness every time she remembered how deeply he had taken her. She carried a tray of corn on the cob to the long outdoor table, trying to focus on casual conversation while her body betraye

The lake house settled into quiet evening rhythms as dusk painted the sky in soft purples and oranges. Dinner had been simple — grilled chicken, fresh corn from the roadside stand, and cold beer on the back deck. Tyler chatted animatedly about the fish that got away, his laughter easy and genuine. Maya smiled and nodded in all the right places, but every shift in her seat sent a fresh trickle of Richard’s cum leaking from her well-used pussy into the thin fabric of her sundress. She had changed into a loose cotton tank and soft shorts after the boat ride, but the evidence of the afternoon’s sin was still there — warm, sticky, and impossible to ignore. Richard sat across the table like nothing had happened. Calm. Commanding. His ice-blue eyes occasionally flicked to Maya with a knowing glint that made her thighs clench. Tyler never noticed. He was too busy recounting his day, too trusting to see the way his wife’s nipples pressed against her tank top or the faint flush on her cheeks.

Maya woke to the sound of birdsong and the soft slap of lake water against the dock. Sunlight poured through the bedroom window, warm and golden, but it did nothing to chase away the cold knot of guilt twisting in her stomach. She lay on her back, staring at the wooden beams overhead, Tyler’s side of the bed already empty. He had kissed her goodbye again at dawn—another full day of fishing with his buddies—and whispered, “Love you, babe. See you tonight.” Love you. The words burned. Yesterday morning she had let her father-in-law drop to his knees in the kitchen and tongue-fuck her until she screamed. She had ridden his thick fingers while calling him Daddy. She had ground her dripping pussy against the massive bulge in his sweatpants and begged for more. And then, in the shower, he had pinned her against the tiles and fingered her through two more shattering orgasms without ever putting his cock inside her. She had let it happen. She had loved it. Now, in the bright light of a n

Maya Thompson had always believed she was the kind of woman who had her life perfectly mapped out. At twenty-seven, she was the picture of modern Southern success: a sharp marketing executive at one of Atlanta’s hottest tech firms, with a sleek condo in Midtown, a closet full of designer heels that made her thick thighs and round ass look criminal, and a husband who checked every box her family and friends had ever ticked. Tyler was safe. Tyler was steady. Tyler was the man who had swept her off her feet four years ago at the annual Atlanta Tech Summit, and she had never once doubted that choosing him was the right decision. Until she met his father. The memory of that first night with Tyler still played in her mind like a soft-focus movie when she let it. The conference ballroom had been packed with suits and startup pitches, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne and ambition. Maya had been standing at the bar in a fitted black cocktail dress that hugged her heavy DD

The drive back from the Atlanta hotel felt different. Maya sat in the passenger seat of Richard’s SUV, thighs pressed together, still feeling the deep ache between her legs and the warm, sticky evidence of their weekend leaking slowly into the thin panties she had finally put on. The luxury suite, the nonstop fucking, the videos Richard had recorded of her riding him and begging for his cum — it all played on repeat in her mind like a filthy movie she couldn’t pause. Richard drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on her thigh, occasionally sliding higher to brush against her soaked pussy through her dress. The silence between them was comfortable now, charged with the knowledge that something fundamental had shifted. She was no longer just sneaking around. She was addicted. When they reached the lake house, Tyler was already there, grilling on the deck and waving cheerfully as they pulled up. Maya forced a bright smile, kissed her husband on the cheek, a