Chapter 1
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This was wrong. And yet, she couldn't resist. And she didn't want to nor dare to say no.
A simple visit to Harris, her widowed father-in-law's home, had led to something she'd never dreamed of.
Harris had been away from the country for a few months, and now that he'd returned, he'd informed her husband, Sebastian, who was currently on a business trip, that he'd like to taste Amelia's cooking.
When her husband told her about his father's request, Amelia, of course, didn't refuse; after all, she considered it an honour to satisfy her father-in-law's palate with her skills. After making his favourite food, she packed everything into a box and drove to her father-in-law's home in the evening.
And she had watched him eat and praise her as the best chef in the universe, making her blush. She had also noticed that Harris no longer looked corpulent with a beer belly. Instead, he now looked fit, muscly and quite a feast for sore eyes.
His semi-formal clothes were doing their best to accentuate his well-built body, and she found herself salivating, wishing she could feel how solid his abs were. The short-sleeved black shirt he wore was half-buttoned, revealing a part of his toned chest, and she found herself wishing to lean on that tasty-looking, sturdy chest.
She started to wonder what he would look like completely in the raw, and if his manhood was...
'Oh, Amy, you shouldn't be thinking such a thing,' she quickly upbraided herself in her mind, reminding herself that the man before her was off-limits. He was her husband's progenitor.
Even so, that forbidden thought came back, and her cunt also showed its support by throbbing, making her squeeze her thighs together beneath the table.
As Harris drank a glass of water, she noticed some naughty droplets sneaking down his chin to his chest and dousing his shirt.
No, she didn't find this messy at all but became enraptured, wishing she could lick off the water droplets and perhaps...know the taste of his lips.
'Oh my gosh!' she internally exclaimed, feeling her face heating up. 'What are you thinking, Amelia? He's your father-in-law!'
Even so, her cunt only throbbed harder, as if opposing her self-reproach. Worse still, she could feel her panties getting damp, and she started to feel ashamed that she was getting wet for someone other than her husband.
She quickly cleared her throat and excused herself to the visitor's bathroom.
There she sat on the closed toilet lid and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her ample breasts held up by a sexy red bra.
"Sebastian... he's always away on business trips. When was the last time he touched me? God, I fucking can't remember," she mumbled to herself as she bared her boobs, cupping them in both hands and fondling them.
Her cheeks and ears were tinted with pink and her face felt heated.
She took one nipple in her mouth and suckled on it while gently tweaking the other nipple.
Her actions made her cunt throb even harder and her thighs squeezed together.
Letting go of that nipple, she suspired, eyes droopy as she started caressing both nipples while twisting her waist from side to side.
Oh, god, how much she missed sex.
She'd been so starved to the point she wanted to commit a taboo with Harris. It was all Sebastian's fault; it was his fault she was like this.
Freeing her right leg off her underwear, she placed her left leg on the bathroom wall with her skirt hiked up.
And so, she put in two fingers into her honeypot, slowly at first but soon, she picked up pace, her head lolled back, her eyes sagging even more.
She clamped her lips together to prevent any suggestive sound from slipping out. Oh, how much she missed being rammed.
It was a pity, Harris was off-limits. He might find her disgusting if she tried to seduce him. Perhaps she should consider getting a dildo...at least it would be better than nothing...right?
...
When she finally stepped out, Harris was already done with the meal, and he thanked her for gracing his palate with her excellent cooking.
"Dad, it's what I ought to do," she said smilingly as she picked the box by its handle. "I have an appointment with the doctor in about half an hour, so I need to get going," she apprised him.
Hands sheathed in his pockets, he nodded and proposed, "Alright, let me see you off."
Reaching the porch, she found that the weather had become gloomy.
A strong chilly wind blew, causing her hair to flutter and her clothes to billow. Her hair whipped against her face, and she set it back in place, her brows drawn together in displeasure as it started raining sheets.
Of all times, why did it choose to rain now?
"It seems the sky is jealous that it couldn't taste your cooking," Harris joked, emitting a low chuckle.
She sighed in defeat. There goes her desire to be punctual for the appointment today. It was impossible to drive in this kind of rain, so she'd better wait for a while at her father-in-law's place.
In the meantime, she could use this chance to hear stories about his adventures abroad.
Both sat on the couch for about half an hour, and she paid rapt attention to his interesting stories, even bursting into laughter at some of the tales.
"Well, she can't be blamed. You indeed look like you haven't even had a kid," she remarked after forcing herself to end the laugh.
"Oh?" he raised a brow, "You're sure?"
She nodded vigorously, "A hundred per cent, Dad,"
"Okay," he shrugged, "If you say so. Anyway, I need to go take a shower. And even if the rain stops, please don't leave yet, I have something to show you."
"Okay," she nodded her agreement. She was already so late for the appointment, and the sky seemed to have a grudge against her, hell-bent on keeping her unable to step out of this place for a while.
As Harris scaled up the stairs, she brought out her phone and dialled a number. Soon, the call went through, and she spoke remorsefully with the recipient on the other end. "Doctor Layla, forgive me, but I can't make it anymore. Let's reschedule the appointment. Yeah, Thursday sounds good. Once again, I sincerely apologise. Alright, take care,"
With the phone call ended, she placed her phone once more in her bag and focused her attention on the reality show being displayed on the TV screen. It was humorous to see well-known, veteran actors and singers make a disaster of a cake and still wear grins that failed to cover their embarrassment.
Her shoulders racked with laughter, and she brought a hand to her mouth to prevent herself from laughing uncontrollably. This wasn't her matrimonial home, so she needed to behave and keep up a good impression.
Minutes later, a hand touched her shoulder from behind, and she started, a gasp escaping her lips.
But then, she signed in relief when she saw it was just Harris.
"You scared me," she confessed, placing a hand on her heaving chest.
"Sorry, dear, I didn't mean to startle you. Forgive me, dear," he said with a worried look but she shook her head and smiled.
"No, it's alright, Dad."
He suspired, "That's a relief then. I brought some popcorn, let's watch the show together." he sat on the couch and placed the bowl near his thigh on the couch. "Come closer, so we'll share," he instructed.
"I don't think that's alright," she muttered.
Right now, she was fighting hard not to pounce on him as he was. Dressed in a black bathrobe made of translucent lace that was secured in place by a red sash, he was no different from being naked. Although he was seated and had crossed his legs, she wanted to splay them and see what was between his legs.
"It's fine, just sit beside me. Believe me, these are very delicious," he reassured.
Not wanting to look rude to Harris, she obeyed and dipped her hand into the bowl containing popcorn. Tasting the first one, her eyes widened. "Mmn, it's really good, Dad," she remarked, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the bowl again.
"Told you. You know I have good taste," he grinned.
"Oh, just wait right here, let me get us some sweet drinks," he rose and headed towards the kitchen.
"One for you, and one for my son's princess," he said after arriving, hunkering forward to hand her one of the bottles of juice. However, as he straightened his posture, something unexpected happened. His sash chose this 'auspicious' moment to come loose!