Yes, I’m married and my husband is cool, sometimes we just goof around and fool around with him, and although I’m 26 years old, I still feel somehow interesting and somehow sexy, I like everything unusual, unusual flowers, unusual mood , unusual feelings and, in general, always the forbidden fruit itself.
Sometimes the husband's father can satisfy his daughter-in-law sexually much better than the husband
So once again, I entered my vicious circle, which has been going on for the second year. With my husband, that is, with his son, we live a very average life, as a lover he is very boring for sex, has a weak attraction, but has a huge and large appetite for beer, then he loves fish and gets great pleasure from it. But for some reason he loves watching porn and I thought he might even be gay, or a hidden gay, but no, he’s just kind of indifferent to everything.
His father is the complete opposite of his son, always neat and always lively, always sexy and always smelling good, I even regretted that my husband was his son, and not the father-in-law himself, because, in those days, and this was a few years ago, he I was still married, but my wife, my mother-in-law, died and now we were left alone, we live in a private house and we have everything at our fingertips, of course, including my husband’s father himself.
I like to show nudity, enjoying all the delights of the body and unwittingly seducing people. This is what happened with my father-in-law, when his wife passed away, probably a year or two passed, I lay naked and sunbathed among the green grass and enjoyed all the delights of a sunny day, birds chirped and cats and cats meowed somewhere in the distance, but I was pleased to just lie naked while no one turned me over.
My husband left for a month somewhere for work, and I’m a completely proud and shameless fool, only my father-in-law is awake and wandering somewhere. Although on such a sunny day, even during the day, everyone usually sleeps until the evening, and it’s in the evening that life itself begins, here it is where is the bliss, I look, and above me there is a completely naked body, it looks like a man’s, and I begin to understand that he is the one who is completely ripe, I show with my hand movements that he should lie down next to him and, taking him, I stretch him out for him to hug me and hugged him to himself, sensual father-in-law. Excitement began to come to me in earnest and I realized that now this action would all happen, and so it happened, the process turned into something powerful and even dizzying, I swam somewhere and it felt so good that I felt new strength, and I screamed in convulsions from a powerful orgasm that hit me like a powerful Hurricane, which I had been waiting for for so long, but not so powerful.
To be honest, I was just having a blast and enjoying everything that was on me and on me, this is how our far from plutonic relationship began, which began to look more and more like some interesting moment in life, I was very pleased to be with this man and admire him endlessly, so I decided that he would be my lover.
Sonhach! -That’s what I call him when I’m angry with him, but we’ve already learned how to get maximum pleasure from the fact that you need to have sex the way you know how and constantly improve something, so I start constantly committing sophisticated sexual torture and he likes it all , well, that I’m an energetic girl and with me my father-in-law became some kind of lively, truly uncle, before, even during the time of my mother-in-law, he was not at all like that, but now he is energetic, active, sexy, like a man, he evokes more and more sympathy every day , of course, the relationship with the father-in-law is all our secret. All desires often come true and that is why I had a lover, my daughter-in-law, who is both a relative and at the same time a stranger to me, but also an excellent sexual partner.
No, he was not my dream father-in-law in life, but we live in the same house and it so happened that he became my lover, yes, it’s nice when there is a “substitute” husband nearby, I am sexually very active and he helps me to open up as a woman, yes We are a triangle, it turns out that way, but what doesn’t happen in life? But a lot happens in life, he loves this most of all, we love to have sex on the table, on the sofa, in the kitchen, and we conduct experiments wherever possible and all because he gives himself completely to me and I to him, and my husband even doesn’t realize that we are fucking with him, and I hope that he will never find out about it, if there was a desire, and the husband could become an excellent lover, but he himself practically does not want this, and when my husband and I get intimate, then it ends almost immediately, I haven’t even thought about a child yet, but I’m already starting to think, is it worth it or not to give birth to such a “hubby”? Or maybe it’s even worth having a father-in-law? He is a good person, flexible and even responsible, I know that he will not give up in difficult times.
Many can condemn such behavior, it may be immoral, but what is moral now? And we give each other warmth and sexuality and a lot of all kinds of pleasure. Yes, I became much more liberated with my husband’s father and began to understand what a woman is and why you need to be a truly happy or sexually satisfied woman, I love orgasm and I fell in love precisely for such things, the incentive to reach the highest point of pleasure in love pleasures.
I know that I am not the only one, and that there are young girls who also sleep with their husbands’ fathers and live. But every woman has her own pre-story and each feels exactly the state that is given to her from such relationships. Many young daughters-in-law are simply seduced by drunken “daughters-in-law” - fathers-in-law or simply raped in a drunken stupor, and then she is simply afraid to tell her husband about it and that’s all, they live in some kind of fear and think, what’s all this for?
Many are held back by personal circumstances, and many simply do not have their own home, but what can be done? Yes, I read about the history of daughter-in-law in Russia. There used to be men who, in the absence of their sons, slept with their daughters-in-law, fucked them and sometimes even gave birth to children from them, because a young girl married a guy at 18-19-20 years old and her husband left to serve in the army for a long time, and that she was left alone with her father-in-law, he is 40-45 years old, still a strong man and next to her is young and beautiful, all on fire and wanting sex, although in those days, it was just the father-in-law who raped his daughter-in-law and this could continue indefinitely, and everything remained a secret, although many guessed which way the wind was blowing and the daughter-in-law gave birth to her father-in-law’s first child, having had sex with her husband, for example, when he came home on leave. and then thought that both his wife and small child were waiting for him , but everything was kept secret and even mothers-in-law could well know what and how, but they could not do anything about it, because they were either afraid of their husband.
P . S This also happens now after allegedly seducing a daughter-in-law... The old man decided to talk about what was weighing heavily on his conscience. He told about everything that happened and waited for his son’s reaction. The daughter-in-law is sitting next to her and is not even upset by what her father-in-law said. It seems she didn't sleep with him. And the old man continues that the daughter-in-law is not to blame for anything, that it was he who seduced her and he has to answer. And this stallion, his son, began to neigh. And what did daddy say that was so funny? It’s time to cry, but he laughs. Then he calmed down and asked his wife that she did this with the permission of her husband and with mutual consent?
And she lowered her eyes and answered in an innocent voice that since her father-in-law was not paying attention to her, she decided to torment him a little with the unknown and the feeling of guilt in front of her son, without telling the father that she went to bed with him because her husband allowed it. And they both continued that they thought and decided: since the daughter-in-law is young, her body demands it, and walking to the left is somehow not easy, they decided that sleeping with her father, if desired, would be the least of the evils. It’s good for her, it’s good for Dad, and the husband is calm about his wife. Fornication will not run anywhere to scratch.
And sometimes the three of them live like this, the husband, the father-in-law and the young daughter-in-law, having secret sex and the father-in-law is popularly nicknamed “The daughter-in-law”
In general, it’s a sin for me to complain about my husband’s parents))) More precisely, I never had any complaints about my mother, but I did have complaints about my husband’s father.
Here's where it started... He is a man of a tough character, willful and carefree, here I must say that his roots come from western Ukraine... They haven't lived with her husband's mother for a long time, there was great love, sometimes I'm even amazed how she could tolerate him so much , but still patience came to an end and they separated. And somehow we met him in a strange way. When my husband brought me to meet my dad, he was, as usual, in high spirits, slightly in a frenzy, as always, walking with friends. Naturally, no attention is paid to me, well, some of my son’s next heifers came and arrived, in a day or two there will be a new one. I didn’t understand it right away, I just saw that it seemed like I was superfluous there and my future husband was very nervous that dad was behaving like that and we quickly left. Well, somehow our acquaintance did not work out.
Actually, my future husband and I met in order to get married. Before him, I dated a guy for 1.5 years, but I never had a desire to marry him, most likely it was as a consequence of our long and peaceful relationship, most likely my parents thought so, that we would get married, but we kind of like they didn’t really resist. And then Kolya met me, we had a graduation ceremony in the same hall! He fell in love at first sight))) I hadn’t seen him yet, he didn’t know who I was or where I lived, he was embarrassed to approach me, especially since I was in too much of a hurry and didn’t pay attention to anyone. I just heard from behind “Girl!” I turned around, but it seemed like it wasn’t for me, it seemed like there was no one behind me, and I ran on. He started calling all his friends who worked somewhere, at the college in the academic department he explained on his fingers what I was and they seemed to understand him, they said my full name, he looked for me through the police)))) they rang through the database - such a thing is not registered in the Rostov region, he was delighted) )) since I’m from the Krasnodar Territory, and if I’m not in Rostov for training, then Stopudova is from KK, then he found and rang all my phone numbers, what are the names of my parents, what do they do, where do I live, in short, I gave a full description and already on the next day after graduation he called me, introduced himself, said that he wanted to meet in order to get married and give birth to 33 children)))) I laughed, I didn’t seem to have a maniac in my voice, I was very worried and embarrassed while I was saying all this, I told everything about myself, that I was a military man , it briefly flashed that by car... And I was just about to move to Rostov to live back. And then I thought, well, what, he needs to get acquainted, and I need to transport as many things here as possible, just so I won’t have to hire a taxi)))) The only thing I was worried about was how to send him off later if he I won’t like it if there’s drool running down my chin or something)))) Well, I decided to act according to the situation, the main thing is to transport things for free (my Cubanoid soul)
In general, we met at the station, I had never seen him before, but from afar I realized that this was the same young man, he came in uniform, tall, hefty, broad-shouldered, “Wow...” - I thought and just went crazy. He silently walked up, took the bag, and told her to follow him, the car was there. Well, let's go and be silent, I'm trying to say something there, he answers in monosyllables, briefly and clearly. And they drove in silence))) It’s somehow strange, he’s so talkative on the phone, but here he’s so serious, modest, you can’t get a word out, but I even liked it. In general, he asked if he could come the next day, well, I said, actually, I’m waiting from the army... (and my heart has not been in that for a long time, I ran away from them, my relationship with the guy’s grandmother was not going well, she’s very she loved him very much and didn’t let him go anywhere, but she was always looking for flaws and pitfalls in me, I’ll say, morally I was terrified), that’s what he said that it’s not a problem, everyone is waiting))) Well, I say, try it... come... just pick me up from work (I found a job right from the first day in a cafe - as a waitress, until one in the morning). So he began to come for me every day, they sat until 4-5 in the morning, but he is still a military man... and he got to work by 7, and sometimes by 6, only now I understand what these gatherings cost him and for what. In general, when I saw this man, there was no doubt - I should marry him and what should I think about, we all discussed who should behave how, I told everything about myself, what I am like, he about himself. In principle, everything suited us)))) and most importantly, we had one common idea - to ensure that our children do not live like us, that they are Rostovites with their own apartments and so on, study at the customs academy or SKAGS and in the future worked in the prosecutor's office and the FSB, and we will die for this. I liked his zeal and clear ideas, I sent him to my dad (out of duty, he was not mistaken in people) I asked “Normal”, dad said “Normal, but military” I said: “I understood everything, he will be my husband , Nothing?" Dad said “well...” it didn’t seem like a refusal.
So, it turns out we didn’t meet for long, a month or two, and I moved into his office shack, without light, heat, water or toilet, but that was enough for us. Then my dad passed away and Kolya helped me a lot with money, and in general now he was instead of my dad, his control, care that I ate on time, arrived on time, did not freeze at bus stops and even my belly))) was like my dad’s) )) It turns out that three months after my dad’s death, we were presented with this option to improve our living conditions, but for this we need to be a family. We went to our parents: we gathered my mom and his dad and told them that we wanted to get married. Naturally, my mother is in a panic and hysterical (how can you give your little golden blood to some scoundrel?! She reacts like that to everyone who comes close to me), and his dad didn’t understand why we should get married and also didn’t show much goodwill. He said that if you want to get married, get married without a wedding, I won’t arrange anything for you, otherwise you’ll get married and get divorced in a month. But my mother is the opposite, that firstly, not enough time has passed for me to get married (people will judge), that you are getting married only for the apartment, and then what? he will kick you out and where will you go, and God forbid there will be children! In short, no one understood us, but we let our parents know, heard their opinion and submitted an application to the registry office without celebration. By that time, everyone had come to terms with it and believed that we were not just getting married because of an apartment, that we would live.
And now my father-in-law of about 2 years probably didn’t perceive me at all, well, he was used to his son doing everything for him, and then I appeared, Kolya began to come to help him less often and in general he had a family, and dad seems to be out of business now, At first, both my dad and he quietly hated me. But dad couldn’t influence his son’s choice, and I don’t think I should say anything bad to my husband’s dad. so when we met, I hugged and kissed my dad, they always gave me something, and he called me daughter. Only my husband was torn, because on the one hand I am compromising his brains, on the other, my dad... who will never get used to the fact that his son has his own family and now all the money is needed for the family. Then I taught my husband to speak in such words so that dad would understand and not be offended that now we are a separate family and this does not mean that we have completely forgotten about him, we just have many tasks and they all need to be completed.
So, after a couple of years, dad began to help us: with money, sugar, flour, apples, he gave us whatever he had. But he’s a big lover of women... and always when we came, he brought someone, and I sleep lightly, I hear everything, I’m freaking out and I don’t even understand why he does this, is it really one day a month when his son comes to see him? , he can’t bear not to invite his women? once I didn’t go with my husband to see him, but stayed with my mother... this was the first slight hint that I was not pleased, another time I supposedly went to the toilet at night when he was seeing off such a lady and with all my appearance showed that the mistress was here me, and not this prostitute, and thirdly, he probably noticed that I always take my bed linen and lay it on top of the clean one he gives me. The last straw was, I expressed everything to my husband so that he would tell him all this, because I have never seen anything like this in my life and am not going to see it, that I will not come there when I get pregnant, and even more so when the child is born. My dad would never behave like that, I’m proud that I’m his daughter and he didn’t live an honest and decent life for me to watch all this here. He probably told him this, but since then I have never seen anyone come to him when we were there, I haven’t even heard telephone conversations with any b****s, he always gives me gifts, even he gave me a ring in the BD, and this time he bought me a bunch of bananas, tangerines and huge pomegranates, so that I could have some vitamins)))) And also, because of us, my mother-in-law and my mother-in-law now even communicate, we even go to my mother-in-law with him We go to visit, I wouldn’t say that she enjoys it, but we spend normal family evenings, by the way, dad plays the piano, guitar and just about everything he can))) so we sing, play and have dinner when we come to our parents)))
Which are considered commonplace, but in fact are crimes against humanity.
One woman loved her son very much. So much so that he managed to get married only at the age of thirty-five - before that, all the girls he met were absolutely unworthy of his beloved sweetheart.
Finally it worked out - the girl, of course, was anything but, no face, no intelligence, no hard work, but her mother-in-law was getting old, and it was necessary to provide for her son somehow. They began to live together: firstly, the son was not much of a breadwinner, and, secondly, how could he let him go - she would starve him to death, cover him with grease, and cover him with dust.
In fact, the woman even tried: she rarely left her room, allocated two shelves in the refrigerator and half of the cupboard to the young people, and hardly commented on what was happening. But.
Firstly, she endlessly prepared all sorts of dishes and delicacies, rushed like an arrow to the kitchen in the morning, at lunch and for dinner to serve her beloved son - the daughter-in-law was not given the device, because why, she has her own shelves and her own dishes , and your soup.
Secondly, she washed and mended endlessly - because today’s armless youth can really wash and mend?
Thirdly, every time her son was suddenly in a bad mood, she went to her daughter-in-law and asked in a confidential tone: “baby, are you okay in bed, in bed? Petenka doesn’t seem to be walking around like himself - maybe you’re doing something wrong there?”
In short, Petenka was one hundred percent sure that his wife was an armless lazy woman, riding on her mother’s hump, and also a quarrelsome woman: why didn’t your mother please you? Dancing from morning to evening in the kitchen!
Another woman loved her granddaughter very much. So much so that every time she was asked to take a walk with the girl, she undressed her beauty, meticulously examined the tights (what kind of fashion is it to wear thin tights in such cold weather?), a blouse (and where is that sweater that I gave, it’s warmer and more comfortable?), a hat (this is a stepmother, not a mother - she put on such a light hat!) and a jacket (what kind of cast-offs are these? She can’t buy a normal jacket for a child, but she bought a coat for herself!), changed clothes in her own way (now, my sweet , grandma will change your clothes as needed) and only then let you go for a walk (at your home, dress as you want, but at mine, I will give orders).
Another woman loved herself very much. And that’s why I was sick all the time. Either vegetative-vascular dystonia, or migraine, or gout, or even depression. She always had to be taken to doctors and healers, bought kilograms of pills and ointments, looked for psychics and witches, and when a child appeared in her son’s family, illnesses began to come all at once and stopped going away. Outwardly, everything was quite rosy - a healthy fifty-year-old woman.
But it required attention as if it were a dying person.
What’s interesting is that when the daughter-in-law took the child and left, the mother miraculously recovered.
VELVET: Agata Volchkova
In February I wrote a post about my relationship with my father-in-law. Now a continuation, so to speak, he arrived then with his wife, I was at work. All these days my husband couldn’t find a place for himself, I saw how twitchy he was, he didn’t want him to come.
I came home even though my legs weren’t moving, I walked in, my father-in-law was just coming out of the balcony and his wife came out to meet me, I said hello and went straight into the kitchen. I heard they were going somewhere (our apartment was undergoing renovations and there was nowhere to sleep, they put all the furniture in the nursery and slept in the bedroom) I immediately realized that they were going to my son’s apartment (my son died in November) I didn’t even go out.. I couldn’t see raise it up to him, as if I was to blame for something... I heard his wife mutter something to the effect that I didn’t even talk to Sveta.
Well, we left, the next day we went with our son on business and then immediately left. They were supposed to arrive in two weeks. And when they left a few days later, my mother called and said that my father-in-law’s wife’s mother stopped saying hello to her, although before they always said hello because they live on the same street. Well, I don’t know what caused this, I advised my mother not to pay attention to her. Then my father-in-law arrived about 3 weeks later, he came in and said hello, I said hello and went into the room, my husband entertained him, they were in the living room, I prepared a meal with them in the bedroom, I didn’t sit down. The next day he got up in the morning and went, as I understood, to that apartment. (well, it’s better for me) my husband came in the evening, I told him that he wasn’t there, he called him to come, he didn’t come right away, my husband asked if he would eat, he refused. I only drank tea.
I don’t know the girl... maybe I have such a character by nature, but I offered him tea myself (I went to meet him halfway only because of my husband because I didn’t have the strength to watch him remain silent). There was nothing from my father-in-law, no apology or talk about it. (Well, I didn’t want it myself) He stayed with us for another 2 days, during these two days I didn’t communicate with him, I just fed him (by the way, he even washed the dishes after himself) .
In the evening I sat down at the table with them for the first time, but was silent, I just saw how my husband calmed down. Now at the moment I don’t feel the resentment that I had, but I no longer have love for him at all, just respect, I don’t go closer than 3 meters to him.
Mom calls and asks how are you, I say that I don’t communicate with him only on business, he says that’s right, he says that his wife’s mother stopped saying hello because his wife told her everything and that I’m so bad and didn’t meet them as expected that time . But I’ve already stopped paying attention, just to get away from this dirt and see less of them.
