A Gift From My Father-In-Law 02

I watched the green trees blur through the passenger window as we made the long drive to the cabin.

I had never been to the cabin in the summer, we only made the trip once every year for Christmas. The impromptu travel this weekend was my husband's idea, and I smiled sweetly at him as he drove us through the winding country roads.

I had been fading in and out of sleep during the drive. Lately, I tried to catch any moment to nap anywhere possible. The past few months had been admittedly exhausting. My husband was incredibly busy with work, and our 3 year old son was going through a clingy whiny phase.

The only moments my husband and I spent alone together were the mornings before he left for work. It was often my favorite part of the day, letting him eagerly pump his cock inside of me and hearing him groan in my ear in satisfaction. Even if he overslept and rushed out of bed, I'd pout and ask him, "Please fuck me before you go? I promise I'll make you cum as fast as I can." I had been especially needy lately, since we decided we wanted to try for another baby. I pounced on him whenever I could.

I knew he felt guilty that he was always in such a rush. But I was so proud of him for working so hard, building a successful future for our little family. He deserved a break as much as I did, and a weekend with his parents at the cabin was a great idea. His parents would be overjoyed to babysit their grandson, and to let us have some time to recharge by the lake.

I peaked back to the carseat where our son slept, his tufts of inky black hair growing longer every day. It was the signature hair of all the boys in the family. My husband, his brothers, and my father in law...

Memories flashed through my mind of Christmas four years ago. Me and my father in law. I shook my head as if it was an etch-a-sketch, trying to clear the thoughts from my mind.

My father in law and I had only ever discussed our sins once. One year after the incident, when my son was only a few months old. In a rare moment when we were alone together.

I remembered him speaking in a hushed voice, "I can tell you've been avoiding me, and that kills me. I need you to know I never planned for what happened. I never thought I was capable of something so wrong." I believed him, his eyes were kind and earnest. He continued, "I'll do anything to help you feel safe here again. We can't take back what happened, but I hope we can find a way to move forward." I quietly agreed. After that moment, I had made an effort to spend more time near him the rest of Christmas, to reassure him that everything could be normal again.

We continued to share the holidays together as a family every year, and nothing else has happened between us.

What my father in law didn't know though, is that I had always trusted him. I felt safe around him. But I didn't trust myself. I was the dangerous one. I had been avoiding him because he made me feel like a feral animal. Something drove me insane about him, and my whole body ached with desire whenever I was too close to him.

He was right to leave it in the past though. What we had done was so reckless and unhinged.

But I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to fantasies about him. Wondering what it would be like to climb on top of him, straddling him and running my fingers through the hair on his burly chest. His rough hands squeezing my hips firmly as he bounced me in his lap, working my silky wet pussy up and down on his huge throbbing cock.

I shook the thought out of my head again. Dammit. I needed to get ahold of myself, especially since we were pulling into the driveway. I wished I had slept more in the car, because I was still exhausted. I was ready to flop on the ground and sleep anywhere.

We were greeted by my mother in law, who squealed with joy when we arrived, immediately squeezing us into huge hugs as we exited the car. She was, of course, a gorgeous woman. Her ashy brown hair styled into a neat pixie cut, and her small frame was toned from decades of yoga and pilates.

"I'm so excited you're all here! I already have so many fun grandma ideas!" She bubbled with happiness, "There's a perfect spot on the beach to build sand castles! That's first on my list!"

My husband laughed, embracing his mom into another big hug. "Actually, I'll come to the beach with you. A jump in the lake sounds perfect after that long drive." My husband unloaded our bags from the trunk and smiled at me, "Honey, do you want to come?" He asked.

"You guys go have fun without me." I admitted, wearily, "I'd love to take a nap while you're out." They both smiled and nodded at me with understanding.

"Of course, sweetie!" My mother in law said kindly, "I tried to set up your room so that it could be like a resort spa! I stocked it with bubble baths, body scrubs, face masks, hair oils." She giggled, "Take as much alone time as you need this weekend."

I smiled at her, my heart full of appreciation. "You spoil me too much." I laughed.

"Oh, is Dad home?" My husband wondered aloud.

"Not yet! He's out golfing! He'll be back in a few hours." My mother in law responded.

We finished unpacking the car as my son began to wake up, and I waved them goodbye as they left together for the the beach.

It was probably for the best that my father in law wasn't home yet, I decided. I curled up on the living room couch, turning on my favorite cooking show on the huge tv. The rich leather couch hugged my body, and I wrapped myself up in a feathery soft blanket. My eyelids were immediately heavy, and I was already asleep before the cooking show intro.

I woke up startled by the smell of burning. A fire?! I abruptly sat up. Where am I?!? I panicked in a sleepy haze.

"Shit." I heard a whisper hiss from behind me in the kitchen. I whipped around to see my father in law waving his hands over curls of smoke that were floating up from the toaster. Are you fucking kidding me?

"whaaaa...?" I sleepily mumbled, trying to get my bearings.

"Shit! I'm sorry, honey." My father in law apologized, "You were sleeping like a rock. I thought I could get away with toasting a bagel without waking you up."

I blinked. "What time is it?" I asked. It felt like I had been sleeping for hours.

"11:15" He answered.

"11:15 PM?!!??!? Did I sleep for over twelve hours?!!!???!?" I yelped frantically.

My father in law almost spit out the coffee he was sipping, as he tried not to laugh at me. "No! You goof. It's 11:15 AM."

Oh! I blinked in surprise. I had only been napping for twenty minutes. The same cooking show episode I had started still played on the tv. That was the deepest, comfiest quick nap I've ever taken. The couch was magical, I decided.

"I thought you were golfing?" I asked.

"I'm home early. We only played 9 holes today." He shrugged.

He continued, "Do you want a bagel? I promise I won't burn yours." He offered lightheartedly, waving away the last swirl of remaining smoke. "I got chocolate chip bagels just for you. And strawberry cream cheese. I know you usually pick the sweet stuff." He said.

I nodded, smiling. My cheeks burned slightly. It was such a simple thing for him to remember, but I felt a wave of giddy warmth ripple through me.

He brought me my perfectly toasted bagel, the chocolate chips were gooey and warm. The whipped pink cream cheese melted on my tongue. He sat on the other side of the couch as we casually enjoyed the bagels. Softly chatting about the weather, their garden, my husband, and other pleasant easy topics. A few moments passed as we finished our snacks.

"Are you thinking of trying to have another baby soon? A sibling for my grandson?" He asked nonchalantly. I nearly choked on the last bite of my bagel, but I tried to hide my shock and continue the conversation.

"We're already trying. We've been trying for a few months now, actually." I said simply.

I swear I saw something dark flash through his eyes. His jaw clenched lightly and quickly. It was subtle, but I noticed it. Was that jealousy I detected? Possessiveness?

The thought of him jealous of my husband fucking me flooded me with delight. I felt a strange sense of power, and it tickled me. It made me want to tease him. I was always so bashful and shy around him. But I felt bold today. Maybe I was just still overtired, and a bit loopy from the lack of sleep. But I bursted out into laughter at the absurdity of the situation I was in.

He looked at me with an amused confusion. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"I just can't believe you would even ask me that." I said through my laughter, "Are you some kind of perverted weirdo?" I said, smiling, feeling my eyes dazzle with a wildness he had never seen in me.

His jaw literally dropped in surprise. I had never been so sharp, snarky, and aggressive. I was usually so polite and quiet. He tilted his head back and boomed with laughter.

His eye sparkled back at me with glittering danger as he said, "Oh, I'm the pervert? I think you're the one who begged me to fuck you last time."

I gasped in disbelief that he so bluntly stated the unspeakable. Four years ago had felt like a mystic dream, but he made it real again. His eyes flickered with fire.

He usually had acted so calm and collected around me for the past four years. But today, this composure was gone, replaced by an animalistic glow in his dark eyes.

I vibrated with a thrilling feeling. I gathered my wits, continuing our playful dangerous game.

I responded in an airy, sing-song tone. The words dancing off of my tongue, "Hmmmm. I don't remember begging for it."

We both knew that was a lie. The brief but intense fury we had shared together was burned into my memory forever.

His nostrils flared as he let out an exasperated huff. "Maybe I should remind you." He growled through smiling teeth.

The intensity in his voice made my breath catch in my throat. The wave of desire was so hot inside of me, it felt like it melted my mind into mush. I tried to answer with another playful retort, but my tongue felt twisted in my mouth as I stammered, "mm... maybe.... um..."

His predatory smile widened, his eyes ravenous. He knew he had bested me. His next words were soft and meticulous, with a cleverly cruel and patronizing tone, "You're going to tell me want you want. Specifically. Use your words."

I felt my face burning red, but I kept my stare locked with his. I knew that despite the wild look in his eyes, I could back down if I wanted. He would snap back into a kind gentleman, genuinely apologize, and we'd never speak of this again. But I didn't want to back down.

I gathered my courage and spoke with conviction, finding my voice again, "I want you to fuck me on this couch. Specifically." He chuckled gruffly at my determined tone. I was acting tough, but we both knew that I'd be a whimpering puddle in his arms soon enough.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Tsk. Greedy girl." My face somehow flushed even hotter. He purred, "Don't you want to know what I want?"

I squirmed, starting to become overwhelmed with sexual frustration. I waited for him to continue, but he raised an eyebrow at me and demanded, "Answer my question. I told you to use your words."

He was milking every second of this. I gritted my teeth, trying to keep myself from just ripping off our clothes and mounting him. "I don't know what you want. Please tell me?" I asked, breathlessly and impatiently.

His voice sounded like warm velvet, "I want to eat your pretty little pussy first." I couldn't resist the tiny moan that escaped my lips. He chuckled in a sultry voice, "How does that sound?"

My mind was a swirling mess, "Mmn. Yes. I mean, that sounds good. Please?" I managed.

"Mmm. Say, 'pretty please.'" He cooed, as he slowly leaned me back on the couch, positioning himself on top of me gently. His masculine scent of pine and tobacco made me whimper. Our lips were centimeters away.

"Pretty please." I begged.

When he kissed me, I felt like every nerve of my body erupted into flames.