My father-in-law drew back the covers and then laid me down on that king-sized bed. After joining me, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid the undergarment down my legs. When our eyes met, he offered me a surprisingly tender smile.
Though I sometimes ached for him to play the role of caring father figure, I was too worked up for that now. So I squeezed my tits and fondled my nipples. I licked my lips, which felt swollen beneath my tongue.
Gordon lifted my panties to his face and breathed in my scent. Still lying on my back, I placed my feet on either side of his cock to stroke his erection.
A visible jolt went through him; his cry was muffled by my underwear. That was when I discovered he had a thing for feet.
Gazing downward, he watched me pleasure him in this new way. I couldn’t help but giggle at the needy look on his face, and my laughter increased as he seized my ankle and brought my foot to his lips.
The sensation of his tongue delving between my toes made me feel strangely vulnerable, but it did nothing to dim my arousal. I noticed Gordon’s cock bobbing and swaying from his own excitement.
Finally, he spread my legs wide, just as I’d splayed them open on that countertop in the beach house.
“I need a taste of you,” he said.
I muffled another squeal when he licked me from entrance to clit. His groan of satisfaction caused my pussy to clench.
As if the afternoon weren’t waning with each passing minute, Gordon lingered over my smooth mound, and the curve of my belly. His lips were intent on making a trail of kisses to my breasts.
And when he arrived at my mouth, I slipped my arms around his neck. I felt his cock prodding me as our tongues met.
He reached between us to position his bulbous tip at my opening. Then he slid inside.
After the way I’d carried on, I expected him to give me another hard fuck. Instead, he buried his face in my neck and moved with a fluid, sensual rhythm. Gentle as he was, I still felt him stretching me. I was soon rewarded with the sensation of him pressing against that exquisite spot only he could so effortlessly stimulate.
My strengthening cries were in no way performative; in fact, I struggled to hold them back. Those sounds made Gordon work up to a more fervent pace. My hands slid over his skin. My nails lightly raked along his back. Any marks I left would fade long before he returned home.
“You’re gonna make me come!” My hips rocked in an effort to match his tempo.
Lifting his head, Gordon allowed me to see his growing desperation. I knew he was determined to last. As he cradled me in his arms, his kiss subdued my helpless wails.
My orgasm was so fierce that my cunt ached in its effort to grip Gordon’s cock. I was beyond full, yet my flesh constricted with every intense spasm.
Gordon broke the kiss to pant, “I’m almost there!”
Lowering my hands to his ass, I tried to draw him even deeper inside me. “Don’t pull out! I want you to ruin my pussy.”
“Fuck!” Gordon pumped away between my thighs. His face shone with sweat. “Oh, you filthy girl!”
I flashed my most angelic smile even while twitching from my orgasm. “Please,” I begged.
He shouted just before the first blast of semen bathed my inner walls. His expression was wounded, as if he couldn’t bear the pleasure that descended upon him. Yet he continued his thrusting, just as he had the first time we’d fucked. My tender pussy, now flooded with cum, fell prey to another round of contractions.
It finally became too much, and Gordon withdrew. When he collapsed upon me, I delighted in the heat of his skin. I lifted my head to plant a kiss on his shoulder.
He held me close, with both of us warm beneath the covers. Though the curtains blotted out the late afternoon sun, I sensed the day fading.
“When do you have to be home?” he whispered while trailing his fingertips along my spine.
“I should be back by seven, so I can have dinner with Julian. What about you?”
“I usually work late. Kelly won’t miss me.”
“Then we have a little more time.” Contentment made me nestle closer until my cheek was pressed to Gordon’s chest. I knew he was drowsy, and I was fighting off sleep as well. But I forced myself to speak again. “I’m thinking about asking Julian for a divorce.”
Gordon tensed at my words. In the quiet of the room, I didn’t even hear him breathing.
Growing alarmed, I lifted my head and hurriedly added, “Not because of this. I’ve been considering it for months.”
He pressed a palm to my cheek, as if to soothe me. “Are you that unhappy, Clara?”
Though his question held no judgment, I had to avert my stare. “I know I shouldn’t be. Julian’s gone out of his way to provide a good life for me. And I realize many women would give anything to be in my place.” I resorted to my bad habit of gnawing at my lower lip as I tried to find the words to explain. “But I think we got married too soon. I’m not what he really wants.”
The sound of Gordon’s sigh made me feel sick with guilt.
“It’s not fair for me to tell you this,” I said before lying down at his side. “I’m sorry.”
“You know you can talk to me about anything,” he assured me. “It’s just that a divorce would be… messy. Brutal, even.”
Furrowing my brow, I turned my head to look at him. “But I wouldn’t ask for alimony. I wouldn’t ask for anything.”
Gordon’s lips twisted into a mockery of a smile. “By the time Kelly’s lawyers got finished with you, you’d probably end up paying Julian for the privilege to leave.”
I recoiled at that. “I can’t believe he would be so vicious.” As I spoke, I realized I didn’t sound at all convincing. “And maybe I can reason with him. I mean, there are irreconcilable differences. He’s started talking about having a family; he wants me to get my IUD removed.”
Gordon studied my face. “You’re not ready.”
“Not yet.” I offered a helpless shrug. “Maybe not ever. When we first got married, I guess I imagined we’d have children one day. I figured I’d eventually want to. Right now, I don’t.”
“Then you shouldn’t.” His tone was surprisingly vehement. “If the marriage is already weak, having a family will do nothing to repair it. The strain will only grow worse.”
Though I got the sense he spoke from personal experience, I didn’t dare ask him to elaborate. “Maybe I should change my expectations,” I said. “I should focus on how fortunate I am. After all, when I first met Julian, I was living hand to mouth while floundering in grad school, wondering why the hell I’d decided to pursue a Master’s degree in English.” The mere thought of those days made my stomach tighten into anxious knots. “I was working two part-time jobs, and I’d grown used to doing without. But Julian just swept into my life and promised to take care of everything. He said I should stop trying to get that degree if my heart was no longer in it. And I was so thankful, because I felt like I needed permission to quit. Right after the wedding, he paid off my student loans so I wasn’t drowning in debt—”
Gordon’s gaze sharpened, and he propped himself up on an elbow. “What did you say?” he asked, though I knew he’d heard me perfectly fine.
“He paid off my student loans,” I repeated, slower now. I feared I’d made a mistake divulging this information.
A strange smile appeared on Gordon’s face, as if I’d confirmed something he long suspected. My confusion only grew as he lay back down again.
“What is it?” I demanded.
His hesitation unnerved me. I had no clue why he was so carefully considering his response.
“I’m the one who paid off your student loans,” he finally said.
My eyes widened, and I let out a squawk of astonishment. “What?“
He reached for my hand under the covers. “I wanted it to be a wedding gift, from me to you,” he explained. “Kelly didn’t know anything about it. When I suggested the idea to Julian, he said it would be simplest if I wrote him a check for the balance of the loans, and he’d take care of paying them.”
“Oh my God!” I cupped my free hand over my mouth. “He never told me anything about it. All this time, he’s allowed me to believe he paid it all.” I knew my expression was stricken when I added, “You must have thought I was the most ungrateful bitch for not thanking you.”
“Of course not.” Gordon gathered me in his arms again, and I couldn’t resist giving him a fierce hug. “Money’s a touchy subject for many people,” he went on. “I feared I’d overstepped, maybe embarrassed you, so I let the matter drop.”
I realized I was gritting my teeth in barely contained fury. “I’m so pissed at Julian for lying to me!”
“None of it matters now,” my father-in-law said before burying his face in my hair.
“It does, though,” I insisted. “Our marriage began with him failing to be truthful. And that could have caused a huge rift between me and you.” Tilting my head back, I gave Gordon an entreating stare. “Since I never had the chance to say it before, I want to tell you now how grateful I am for such a generous gift. It took a huge weight from my shoulders.”
He planted a kiss on my forehead. “When you married my son, you became family. And I wanted you to know I’d always look out for you.”
I felt a nascent warmth inside my chest, which soon settled low in my belly. Some might have described that sensation as tenderness, or affection.
Some might have described it as love.
As I pressed my lips to Gordon’s, I didn’t try to label what I was feeling. In a relationship already defined by risk, there was danger in giving something so powerful a name.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything.”
“I should be thanking you.” He wove his fingers through my hair, and I wanted to moan in pleasure while he gently massaged my scalp. “When you and I first met, I realized I’d have to be so careful.”
I leaned farther into his touch. “Why?”
“Because I was envious of my own son. Envious that you were his.”
A shadow of raw pain swept over Gordon’s features, and I realized just how much his guilt had tormented him.
“I knew it would be agony, trying to hide my desire for you,” he said. “But I also knew it was critical for me to do just that.”
In the five years I’d been Gordon’s daughter-in-law, he’d been unfailingly kind to me. Yet he always maintained a certain distance.
Now I understood why.
“As soon as you touched me that night at the beach house…” Gordon lifted my hand and pressed it to his chest. “I was done being careful. Done pretending.” His gaze grew earnest. “I only hope I’m able to keep satisfying you.”
This vulnerable side of him was still so new, and so unfamiliar, as to be disorienting. Still, I desperately wanted to reassure him.
“You certainly don’t have to worry about that.” Wearing my most seductive smile, I added, “No one’s ever made me come so hard.”
Those words had the desired effect, for he claimed my mouth with a hungry kiss. His lips journeyed lower, caressing the pulse point in my neck. “I know I don’t have the stamina of a younger man…”
Of course, what he really meant was that he didn’t have the stamina of a man Julian’s age. It was a delicate task, putting Gordon’s mind at ease without explicitly comparing him to his son.
And at that moment, I didn’t feel particularly gracious toward my husband.
While stroking Gordon’s hair, I said, “Julian might be capable of a second or third round some nights, but you’re the one who satisfies me the very first time.”
Gordon moaned against my skin. Lifting his head, he again kissed me, and I welcomed his tongue between my lips.
When he eased on top of me, my legs circled around him in invitation.
It was the sound of my phone repeatedly chiming that made my muscles grow tense. It had to be Julian, sending message after message. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know what he wanted. His texts would start out sweet and considerate:
hey just checking in!
having fun??
gonna be home for dinner?
But if I didn’t quickly respond, he’d grow impatient, even testy:
takes just a sec to let me know your plans
kinda selfish not to consider my plans
come on Clara don’t make me call you. you know I fucking hate having to do that
I couldn’t meet Gordon’s eyes when I said, “I need to let Julian know when I’ll be home.”
“Of course.” He quickly moved off of me so I was able to sit up and reach for my purse, which I’d dropped on the floor beside the bed.
As I hurriedly tapped out an answer to my husband’s latest message, I could smell the odor of sex clinging to me. I’d need to wash up before leaving.
Once I’d determined I had answered Julian fast enough to keep him happy, I turned to Gordon. It was hard not to look sorrowful at the prospect of walking out of this room.
“I told him I’d be home by half past seven,” I said in a low voice.
Gordon glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “We have time for a soak in the tub, don’t you think?” When he fixed his attention on me again, I detected the hopefulness in his eyes.
And I made no effort to hide how pleased I was by his suggestion. “I’d love a quick bath. I certainly need one!”
He sat up and embraced me. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said with a playful grin. “I like you dirty.”
Gordon ran the bath for us both, and I watched as he settled into the large tub. My gaze kept darting to his flaccid cock. Even now, I felt a satisfying ache in my pussy.
Once he’d leaned back, I moved to join him. The water was hot, almost too hot, and I tried not to hiss as I sank down between Gordon’s legs. With my back resting against his front, I released a contented sigh.
His arms went around me. Though my skin prickled from the bath’s heat, I made no attempt to ease from his embrace. Instead, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax.
The water was still plenty warm when Gordon brushed his fingertips along the curve of my shoulder. His touch prompted me to thrust my breasts forward a little, so my nipples emerged from the bath.
“Are you trying to tempt me, Clara?” He gave my right nipple a caress.
I was sure my expression looked devious. Yet I said, “I’m just getting more comfortable.”
“Let me help you with that.”
With both hands, he cupped my breasts, then fondled my nipples until they were grotesquely elongated. I started rocking my hips, sending water sloshing at the sides of the tub.
When Gordon reached between my parted thighs to rub my clit, my moans reverberated off the bathroom walls.
“I love how excited you get,” he whispered.
While my arousal climbed to a dizzying summit, I let out a raw, pleading sound. Gordon held me to him, with one hand at my breast and the other at my pussy. I writhed from the sweet torment of being teased and then made to wait.
Finally, he said, “Come for me.” The fervent working of his fingers churned the water.
During my climax, I imagined the waves beyond the beach house. I heard their rhythmic pulsing in my own blood. In the throes of orgasm, I tried to stretch my legs beyond the confines of the tub. I flailed and desperately grabbed at Gordon, as though I feared being carried off in a deluge.
I must have looked absurd, with my head thrown back and my mouth wrenched open. My cries were strangled in my throat. But I refused to hide. I allowed Gordon to see me disintegrate beneath the force of such ecstasy.
“Beautiful girl.”
His praise was part of my pleasure. I wanted to lick the honeyed words from his lips.
I should have been sated after hours with him, and after multiple orgasms. I should have been ready to return home to my husband. But hunger again gnawed at me before I left that tub. Though I’d had my feast, I couldn’t get my fill.
I started to worry I never would.
