My Biker Father-in-law Makes Me Wet
he said, setting the glass down, eyes searching mine, “did you miss me?”
I didn’t answer.
He exhaled, ran a hand through his hair, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I won’t lie to you,” he said quietly. “I love you. Have for longer than you know. But…” He looked away, jaw tight. “I’m sorry. I can’t give you what a wife deserves. Not… in bed. You could say I’m impotent.”
I stared at him.
My husband, the weak, pretty son everyone whispered about was telling me, on the morning after our wedding, that he couldn’t fuck me.
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