Happy ending

"My husband Angelo! has been away on a business trip for three days, leaving me alone with my father-in-law Mike at home." "This morning, I'm dressed in a sweater and a short skirt while preparing breakfast in the kitchen, showcasing my long, slender, and straight legs. I've chosen not to wear any underwear, allowing the cool air to brush against my pussy, and my sweater does little to conceal my lack of a bra, with my pink nipples grazing against the fabric." "I see my father-in-law Mike descending from upstairs, his form-fitting T-shirt highlighting the strong definition of his muscles, and his calves, robust and thick, covered with hair, are visible beneath his shorts." "Thought: “Every day he's like this, in front of me, and I'm really about to lose control.”"

"As I hear my father-in-law's voice, I turn around and face him with a smile." "Good morning, Mike. I was just making some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. Would you like some?"

"I notice how his T-shirt clings onto his bulging biceps, and I find myself getting turned on by the sight."

Thoughts: "I can feel my heart racing at the thought of him grabbing me with those strong arms... No, stop it, April! You can't keep thinking these thoughts about your father-in-law!"

"As I watch him climb up the stairs to take a shower, my eyes linger on his muscular back and the way his shorts cling tightly to his firm buttocks." "Sure thing, Mike. Take your time."

"I can feel myself getting more and more aroused at the thought of him showering just a few feet away from me. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying to hold in the lustful moans that threaten to escape my lips."

Thoughts: "Oh, how I wish I could sneak into the shower with him... How long can I keep denying these feelings? I don't think I can resist much longer..."

"As my phone rings, I rush to pick it up, seeing that it's my husband calling me." "Hello, darling! How's the trip going?"

"I try to keep my voice steady, hiding the guilt and desire that churns inside me."

Thoughts: "I can't let my husband know about these wicked thoughts I'm having about his father... but if only he knew how much he turns me on..."

"As I hear my husband's voice, a rush of relief and guilt floods me."

"Oh, hi! Everything's just great here. Your father is as kind and helpful as ever. Don't worry about us at all."

"I try to sound reassuring and confident, even as my mind spins with desire for his father."

Thoughts: "My husband trusts me so much... but how can I continue hiding my true desires from him? And his father... if only he knew just how much I want him, how I can't get enough of his smell and body..."

"Oh no, everything is fine, don't worry. I guess I'm just a bit tired. Your father keeps me busy with all his work around the house."

"I try to laugh it off, hoping he won't notice anything strange about my voice."

Thoughts: "I need to be careful with my voice... I can't let my husband suspect that anything is wrong. And yet, I want him to know so badly how much I crave his father..."

"As my husband insists on the truth, my heart races with anxiety and desire. I can't bear to tell him about my taboo attraction to his father, but I also feel incredibly guilty for hiding it from him."

"Well... there is something on my mind. But it's silly, really. I've just been feeling a little distracted lately."

"I try to keep my tone light and airy, hoping he'll drop the subject."

Thoughts: "How can I tell him about my perverse fantasies? I would be devastated if he found out about it... but I also crave his validation and acceptance so much..."

"My husband's words hit me hard, as he suggests I open up to his father, the object of my desire. It's a dangerous path to tread, but it's also tempting, knowing how understanding he is."

"It's not that I don't want to talk to you, darling... It's just that this is something I'm not sure I can share with anyone yet. I appreciate your concern though."

"I try to sound reassuring, but my voice quivers slightly."

Thoughts: "Maybe it's best if I keep it between myself and my imagination for now. I don't want to risk destroying everything with my husband because of my aberrant desires..."

"Thank you, love. That means a lot to me and I appreciate you saying so."

"I try to push aside my guilty thoughts, focusing on my husband's words instead."

Thoughts: "He really is such a caring man... I don't deserve him. But I also can't help my twisted desires... Maybe the best thing I can do is focus on being a better wife and suppressing my taboo longings..."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you soon. Please take care of yourself while you're away."

"I end the call, feeling relieved yet conflicted."

I turn my head towards Mark, noticing his sculpted chest and droplets of water glistening on his skin as he dries his hair with a towel.

"Yes, it was. He's doing well, just really busy with work. He misses us, though."

"I smile warmly at him before turning my attention back to making breakfast, trying to suppress the taboo longing that threatens to bubble up."

Thoughts: "Why does he have to be so attractive even when he's wearing just a hoodie and jeans? I can feel my body betraying me... No, I need to be strong and resist these urges. I am a faithful wife and should be content with what I have..."

"But... just one more peek couldn't hurt..."

"I discreetly glance over at him, drinking in the sight of his muscular arms flexing as he finishes drying off."

My heart starts pounding frantically in my chest at his words, wondering what on earth he could be talking about.

"Of course, Mark. I'd be happy to talk with you about anything."

"I force myself to keep my voice steady, even though my mind races thinking of all the possible things he could say."

"As we sit down at the breakfast table, I fix him a plate with pancakes and bacon, trying to calm my nerves and stifle the forbidden thoughts that plague me."

Thoughts: "Oh god, what could he know? Does he suspect something? Could he tell how I feel towards him? No, that's ridiculous, he couldn't possibly know... Could he?"

I feel my face grow hot with embarrassment at Mark's words, unable to meet his gaze as he speaks of his past experiences and probes me about my feelings towards him.

"I'm sorry, Mark. I don't know what you're implying. I've always respected you as Shahriyar's father and my father-in-law. I can assure you that nothing has ever happened between us or even crossed my mind."

"I try to speak honestly, careful not to reveal my true desires while my heart thumps heavily in my chest, longing for him to confess his own forbidden feelings for me."

Thoughts: "Oh god, he knows. He must know how I feel about him. What do I do? Do I confess? Could he really love me too... or is this just a trap?"

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful to Mark for understanding the boundaries that exist between us. I nod in agreement at his words, my own heart heavy with a longing that can never be realized.

"Yes, Shahriyar is lucky to have me by his side. I'll always be there for him, no matter what."

"I struggle to maintain my composure, yearning for Mark while trying to push my desires down deep inside, where they'll be safe from prying eyes."

Thoughts: "It's not fair. Why can't I be with the man I really want? Why must I endure this constant battle between my loyalty to Shahriyar and my burning desire for his father? If only he could feel the same way..."

Mark's question catches me off guard, and I struggle for a moment to find the right words to respond.

"It's not that, Mark. Shahriyar is a wonderful husband, and he takes care of me very well. It's just...I have these feelings that I can't shake, no matter how hard I try."

"I bite my lip, unable to meet Mark's gaze, feeling the weight of my own guilt pressing down on me."

Thoughts: "What am I doing? Why am I telling him these things? I should keep my desires to myself, to protect Shahriyar and our marriage. But...maybe it's better if Mark knows the truth? Maybe he can help me somehow..."

My heart races at Mark's words, his care and concern for me almost overwhelming me. I take a deep breath, steeling myself to speak.

"It's...it's my feelings for you, Mark. They're so wrong and twisted, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm so sorry, I know it's disgusting and inappropriate, but I can't control it."

"I feel hot tears beginning to prick at the corners of my eyes, embarrassed and ashamed of my confession."

Thoughts: "Oh god, what have I done? Why did I tell him this? He's going to think I'm a pervert, a freak..."

"I can't bear to look at Mark, to see the disgust and revulsion on his face. I brace myself for his rejection and condemnation."

"I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding, relief flooding through me as Mark doesn't seem to be disgusted by my confession."

"Y-yes," I say, nodding my head quickly. "It's just physical, I promise. I know it's wrong and I could never act on it, but the attraction is just...there."

"I keep my head down, unable to meet Mark's gaze. I feel like such a terrible person, but his understanding and concern for me make me feel less alone."

Thoughts: "Thank god he's not rejecting me completely. I know it's still wrong, but at least he's not horrified by my feelings."

"I feel a jolt of shock at Mark's words, feeling a mix of excitement and fear as he acknowledges my desires."

"Yes," I whisper, looking up at Mark with a mix of shame and lust in my eyes. "I can't help it, I'm so attracted to you. And it doesn't help that you look so much like Shahriyar, just older and more mature."

"I bite my lip, my fingertips tingling with the urge to touch him. But I know I can't, not when he's my father-in-law and it's so wrong."

Thoughts: *Oh god, did I really just say that out loud? But it feels so good to finally admit it, to have someone who understands and maybe even feels the same way. But I have to be careful, I can't let things go too far. I have

"As Mark's words sink in, my heart sinks with a mix of shame and guilt."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "I know it's wrong and I should never have let my feelings get this far. I can't imagine how disappointed and hurt Shahriyar would be if he knew, he's always been so good to me."

"I hang my head low, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable in front of Mark."

Thoughts: "God, what have I done? How could I have been so stupid? I know it's wrong, but the temptation is just so strong...I need to stop before I ruin everything."

"No, please don't tell him," I plead, a lump forming in my throat. "I'll do anything to make it right. I'll stop these thoughts and feelings, I'll avoid being alone with you, I'll do whatever it takes to fix this. Please, Mark, don't ruin everything that Shahriyar has worked so hard for."

"I look up at Mark, my eyes pleading as I await his response."

Thoughts: "I can't let Mark tell Shahriyar, I just can't. I need to make things right on my own and ensure that he never finds out. I just hope Mark understands and doesn't turn on me."

"I nod in resignation, understanding the gravity of the situation." "Thank you, Mark...I promise I'll make things right. I'll do whatever it takes to become a better person and fix this situation. I'll make sure that Shahriyar never finds out."

"As Mark moves to leave, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness and regret. I know that I need to do better and control my desires, but it's so difficult when the temptation is so strong."

Thoughts: "God, what have I done? I'm such a terrible person. I need to control myself and fix this before it's too late. I need to be a better wife, a better person, and ensure that Shahriyar never finds out."

"As you embrace me, I feel a tingle of excitement race up my spine. My body responds involuntarily to your touch, and I can feel my pussy growing wet with desire."

"Welcome home, Shahriyar...I missed you too," I say, returning your affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"I try to compose myself, reminding myself of the promise I made to Mark. I need to control my desires and act like a faithful wife."

"I will miss him too, but I'm always here for you," I say, smiling warmly at you. Despite your father's departure, I can't help but be filled with excitement over the prospect of being alone with you again.

"I can feel myself getting wetter between my legs as my mind strays to thoughts of what we could do with no one else around."

"So, how was your trip?" I ask, eager to hear all about the experiences you had while you were away.

"As you kiss my lips, I let out a soft moan. My desire for you grows stronger with each passing moment, and the sight of the lingerie set makes my pussy ache with need."

"Wow, Shahriyar...these are amazing!" I say, admiring the clothes and trinkets you've brought back with you from your trip. My eyes linger on the lingerie set, and I can't help but feel my heart racing with anticipation of what might come next.

"My mind races with possibilities as I think about slipping into the lacy lingerie you've bought for me, and I can feel the wetness between my legs growing more pronounced."

"How can I ever thank you for being so thoughtful?" I ask, my voice laced with desire and longing for more.

"My heart races at your words, and I can't help but feel a little guilty at the mention of Mark. I wonder what he knows about my feelings for you, but I push those thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment with you."

"Thank you, Shahriyar," I say, feeling myself melting under your affectionate gaze. "And yes, I did miss you terribly while you were gone. But now that you're back, I never want to let you go again."

"I reach up to kiss you gently on the lips, savoring the taste of your mouth. As our lips part, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement as I remember the lingerie set you bought me."

"Would you like to see me try on the lingerie you got for me?" I ask, my voice betraying the lustful desire I feel for

"I would love to try them on for you, Shahriyar," I reply with a coy smile. "But only if you promise to tell me how they look."

"I make my way to our bedroom and quickly slip into the lingerie that was still in its packaging. It's a beautiful black lace set with a sheer bra and a matching thong. The fabric feels luxurious against my skin, and I can't help but feel a little sexy."

"I walk back into the living room and stand before you, feeling your eyes roam over my body. I twirl around slowly, giving you a full view of the lingerie from every angle."

"So, what do you think?" I ask, biting my lip seductively.

My heart skips a beat as you move around me like a predator inspecting its prey. I shiver slightly as you gently hold me from behind, whispering seductively into my ear. I can't help but notice the similarities between you and your father, which only adds fuel to my desires.

"Thank you, Shahriyar," I purr, leaning back against you, enjoying the warmth of your body against mine. "But I think I'd rather be worshiped by you than any other god."

"I turn around to face you, wrapping my arms around you and pressing my body against yours. Our eyes meet, and I see the hunger in your gaze. I lean in and kiss you deeply, my tongue probing into your mouth. I can feel your hands wandering over my body, caressing every inch of my skin."

Thoughts: Oh, how

I've longed for this moment with Shahriyar. His touch and kiss send shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, making me ache with desire. I moan softly into his mouth, my hands moving up to tangle in his hair.

Breaking the kiss, I look up into his eyes again, a sultry smile on my lips. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" I suggest, my voice low and husky.

Without waiting for an answer, I take his hand and lead him to our bed. My heart races with anticipation as I pull him close, grinding my hips against his. I can feel how hard he is already, and it only makes me hotter.

*I push him onto the bed and climb on top, straddling him. My hands roam over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscles beneath my

As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. We had made love for hours, and I had reached orgasm so many times that my body was still buzzing with pleasure.

And as I looked up at Shahriyar, a thought crossed my mind: he was like Mark in so many ways. His body, his scent, even the way he moved was reminiscent of my first love. And yet, in this moment, it was Shahriyar I was in love with.

I buried my face in his chest, breathing in his scent deeply. "Thank you," I whispered. "For being here for me, for loving me."

Thoughts: In this moment, I'm so grateful to have Shahriyar in my life. He's everything I could ever want in a

I feel a sudden knot in my stomach at his question. The thought of starting a family with Shahriyar is both exciting and terrifying, especially given my complicated feelings toward his father.

"I..uh..I don't know," I stuttered. "I mean, I've always wanted children, but.."

But what? That I sometimes have fantasies about his father that cross the line into taboo territory? That I'm not sure if I could ever be completely loyal to just one man?

Thoughts: The idea of starting a family with Shahriyar is wonderful, but it also brings up a lot of complicated emotions. I want to tell him everything, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to confront the truth yet.

"No, no! That's not it at all!" I protested quickly, suddenly feeling guilty for making him think that way. "It's not about you, it's about me and my own..insecurities."

I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth about why the idea of starting a family with him made me nervous. I didn't want to ruin what we had by revealing my dark, forbidden desires.

"You would make an amazing father," I added sincerely, reaching out to take his hand in mine. "I just..I need some time to think things over before making any big decisions."

Thoughts: I can't tell Shahriyar the truth about my fears and desires. I don't want to hurt him or risk losing him. But maybe..maybe I can try to push those thoughts aside and focus on our future instead.

I looked up at him, feeling his strong arms around me and his warmth enveloping me. He was so kind and understanding, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth. Not now.

"I..it's nothing, really," I stammered, giving him a weak smile. "I just need some time to think about things, that's all."

I knew he wouldn't push me if I didn't want to talk, and I appreciated him for that. But the guilt of keeping my desires a secret was eating away at me.

Thoughts: I can't tell him. It's too risky. Maybe if I just keep pushing those thoughts aside, they'll eventually go away. But what if they don't? What if this desire becomes too much to bear?

I watched him get up and dress, feeling a pang of guilt at the hurt in his eyes. He was right, I was keeping something from him, but I couldn't bear to see him hurt if he found out.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...I have something on my mind that I'm not sure how to say."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. I knew then that I had to tell him, and I prayed he would understand.

Thoughts: It's now or never. I can't keep deceiving him like this. But what if he hates me? What if he's disgusted with me? No, I have to take the risk. For better or worse, I love him too much to keep lying to him.

I took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes. "Okay, I'll tell you," I said. "But please, don't be angry."

I took a step back and looked down, fidgeting with my hands.

"I know this sounds crazy, but...I've been having thoughts about your father. It's like I can't stop thinking about him, and it scares me. I don't know what to do or how to stop it."

I waited for a response, feeling small and vulnerable. Would he be angry? Disgusted? Would he leave me?

Thoughts: Please understand, please don't hate me. I know this is wrong, but I can't help the way I feel.

"No, no, that's not it at all," I said quickly. "Your father didn't move out because of me. He had his own reasons."

I stepped closer to him, trying to reassure him.

"I just wanted to be honest with you and tell you how I've been feeling. I know it's wrong, and I don't want anything to happen between me and your father. I love you, and only you."

I looked up into his eyes, hoping he would believe me.

Thoughts: Oh god, he thinks I'm the reason his father moved out. This is a disaster. How can I make him understand that it wasn't about me?

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he didn't get angry or disgusted. I walked closer to him and placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"Thank you for understanding," I said softly. "I don't want anything to come between us. You mean everything to me."

I leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

Thoughts: I'm so relieved he didn't get mad. But I need to be careful. I can't let my attraction to his father consume me. I'll do whatever it takes to keep my husband and father-in-law out of harm's way.

The question took me aback, but I knew I had to be honest with him. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I think about him sometimes," I admitted. "But it's not love. It's just physical attraction. I'm sorry if that bothers you."

I looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't be upset.

"But when I'm with you, I give myself completely to you. You're the one I love, and the only one I want to be with."

Thoughts: Oh god, I hope he doesn't get upset. Why did he have to ask that? But I have to be honest, or I'll never be able to keep my feelings in check.

I flinched slightly at the suggestion of couple therapy, feeling ashamed for letting my desires overpower my feelings for my husband. But deep down, I knew he was right.

"I think that's a good idea," I nodded slowly. "I want to stay by your side and work through this, together. I don't want anything to come between us. Thank you for understanding, and for being there for me."

I leaned in and gave him another kiss, hoping it would reassure him of my love.

Thoughts: Maybe he's right. Maybe we do need couples therapy. I'm grateful he's willing to stay by my side, even if it means facing our problems head-on.

As he made love to me, I moaned and writhed beneath him, feeling pleasure coursing through every inch of my body. He knew exactly how to make me feel good, and with each passing moment, my thoughts of my father-in-law faded away until all I could think of was my husband's loving touch.

As I reached orgasm time and time again, I clung to him tightly, whispering words of praise and thanks for his skillful lovemaking. For that brief moment, all my fears and worries were lifted away, replaced by pure bliss and ecstasy.

Afterwards, as we lay together in bed, I snuggled close to him, feeling grateful and content. "Thank you for always making me feel so good," I murmured sleepily, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Thoughts: That was incredible. I

just can't get enough of him - his touch, his smell, his presence. I know deep down that my feelings for my father-in-law are wrong, but it's hard to resist the temptation when I'm alone with him. Being with my husband helps me forget about those thoughts, at least for a little while.

But as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, a small part of me knew that these problems would need to be addressed soon, and that counselling would likely be our best bet. It wouldn't be easy, but I was willing to do whatever it took to keep my husband and our relationship intact. My love for him outweighs my forbidden desires - at least for now.

With the help of our therapist, I was able to confront and overcome my taboo desires for my father-in-law, and our relationship grew stronger than ever. Day by day, my attraction to him faded away until he was just a distant memory. My husband and I shared a deep love and connection that only got stronger over time.

As we started our family together and raised our children, our bond grew even stronger. We supported each other through thick and thin, and even when times were tough, our love never wavered. Our commitment to each other was unbreakable, and we knew that we were each other's soulmates.

Years passed, and as we celebrated our anniversary, we looked back on everything we had been through together - the good times, the bad times, and everything in between. But through it all, one thing remained constant: the love we

had for each other. We had built a life together that was rich with love, passion, and honesty.

Our children had grown up and started families of their own, but our love for each other had only grown stronger over time. We traveled the world together, enjoying each other's company and exploring new places and cultures.

As we watched the sunset on our anniversary, I couldn't help but feel grateful for all that we had shared together. Our love had overcome any obstacle that came our way, and I knew that we were truly meant to be together.

I leaned over and kissed my husband passionately, feeling all the love and passion we had shared over the years. We looked into each other's eyes, and I knew that our love story was far from over - it was only just beginning.