I can tell you the exact moment the seed of betrayal implanted itself in my mind. It was during Christmas dinner at the beach house where we were all staying. Wearing my festive red sweater dress, I had done my best to play the role of perfect wife. I was nauseating in my attempts to flatter Kelly, my mother-in-law. Though I heaped praise on every dish she’d prepared, she merely gave me a withering smile in return.
I was reaching for a second helping of French onion strata when she said, “Clara, dear, that dish is absolutely loaded with carbs. You might want to opt for the asparagus instead.”
My hand froze in mid-air, as if it didn’t know where to land. Finally, I jerked it back while my face burned in humiliation.
Beside me, Julian snapped his head up. Even my clueless husband sensed the conversation had become fraught with danger.
Kelly went on speaking, but I didn’t hear much of what she said. As she droned on about a gym her friend had joined and just loved, and that I should consider visiting, I pictured myself lunging across the table and yanking every dark strand of hair from her head. So vividly, I imagined picking up my plate and hurling it at her face.
Finding no help from my spouse, I focused my attention on my father-in-law. When my stare locked with Gordon’s, I noticed his dark green eyes held something like pity. Unlike his wife, he’d never treated me as if I were inferior because I didn’t come from money.
He turned toward Kelly, his expression scornful. “That’s enough!” he snapped. “Clara doesn’t need to join a goddamn gym. She’s…” His demeanor softened as he regarded me again. “She’s just fine.”
Kelly’s jaw dropped at her husband’s rebuke. “There’s no need to raise your voice,” she hissed. “I was only trying to help!”
Gordon tossed his cloth napkin onto the table and pushed back his chair. “No, you were being a cunt, and Clara doesn’t deserve that.”
Kelly physically reeled as if Gordon had slapped her. I lifted a hand to my mouth, terrified a shocked giggle would escape.
Julian finally found his voice. “What the fuck, Dad? You can’t talk to Mom like that!” His eyes, the same blue as Kelly’s, flashed with rage.
Gordon stood so quickly that his chair threatened to topple. “I’ve lost my appetite, so if you’ll excuse me…”
Watching him storm from the room, I felt the heat of arousal between my thighs. More stunning than his fury on my behalf was the fact that I was now wet. Was it his chivalry that had excited me? Or was it the viciously efficient way he’d given Kelly her own dose of humiliation?
Not once during my five-year marriage had I ever been attracted to Gordon. In his late fifties, he was almost thirty years my senior. His hair, once dark blond, was now mostly gray and rapidly thinning at the crown. Unlike Julian, who worked out almost every day, Gordon had the body of an executive who spent far too much time at his desk.
Yet my pussy was aching for the man. And I already knew I’d do whatever was necessary to have him.
That was the moment I decided on betrayal.
While Julian comforted Kelly, I excused myself as well. On the way upstairs, I allowed the plan to solidify in my imagination.
In the room I shared with my husband, I removed the diamond-studded hoops from my ears. They were a Christmas gift from Julian, a constant reminder of his generosity as they weighed down my lobes.
Though it wasn’t even half past eight, I prepared for bed. Once Julian joined me, I wanted to pretend I was asleep. I brushed out my light brown hair so it fell in waves around my shoulders. My nighttime attire consisted only of a short-sleeved sleep shirt, too lightweight for the chill ocean air outside. I took off my panties and didn’t replace them with a clean pair.
In the dark, beneath the covers, I closed my eyes and replayed the memory of Gordon calling Kelly a cunt. How many times had I wanted to do the exact same thing? How many times had I bitten my tongue so I wouldn’t give in to that temptation?
Slipping a hand beneath my shirt, I toyed with my nipples until they were stiff. I knew my father-in-law didn’t sleep well; for the past two nights, I’d heard him leave the master bedroom down the hall and make his way toward the stairs. Had I only imagined that he’d paused in front of my closed door?
My hand drifted lower until it rested between my legs. My smooth pussy lips were damp with juice, and my clit immediately responded to my fingers.
Julian came upstairs sooner than expected. I was still idly playing with myself when he opened the door and stepped into the room. Though he whispered my name, I stayed silent.
It wasn’t long before he slid into bed next to me, completely naked. It used to turn me on, the way he’d snuggle close so his cock was pressed against my skin. Now, I had to fight the urge to squirm away.
At some point, I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I again opened my eyes, the alarm clock on the nightstand let me know it was half past two. Gingerly, I eased out of bed and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Then I padded down the hall, my socked feet making hardly any sound.
My fingers trailed along the staircase banister, while the hem of my shirt brushed against my thighs. The air held a mild chill, but that wasn’t the reason I trembled.
In the kitchen, I didn’t turn on the light. Instead, I stood at the sink, listening for the sound of the sea. I was one of those weird people who didn’t much care for the beach. Being a weak swimmer, I never ventured too far from shore.
The clock on the stove emitted a dull glow, allowing me to keep track of time. The moon, nearly full, spilled its light through the window. Beams pooled at the bottom of the sink.
Finally, I heard his footsteps, slower and heavier than mine. Just before he reached the kitchen doorway, I coughed quietly to alert him to my presence. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his figure emerge from the deeper shadows.
“Clara?” he whispered.
Wearing a faint smile I wasn’t sure he clearly saw, I turned my head toward him. “I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered back.
Gordon hesitated a few seconds before stepping farther into the room. Despite the dim light, he must have noticed I was half-dressed.
“I just came down for a drink,” he said, though he made no move to open the fridge door.
I could feel my pulse at the side of my neck, and deep within my cunt. My nipples were hard as I inched closer to Gordon. He was bare-chested, wearing only pajama pants.
Once we were facing each other, with just a couple of feet separating us, I said, “I want to thank you for defending me earlier.” Extending my hand, I reached for his. “When you said I’m just fine.”
The instant our fingers touched, he snatched my hand in his. I watched as he brought it to his lips.
“What I meant is that you’re beautiful,” he confessed. “You deserve better than what this family gives you.”
It was ridiculous, the way tears flooded my eyes. I blinked them away, and when I spoke again, my voice was steady.
“Oh, I think you can give me just what I deserve.” With my free hand, I grazed his cheek. “After all, I’ve tried to be so good. Shouldn’t I get a reward?”
He laughed softly. “What do you have in mind, sweetheart?”
By that point, my juices had flooded past my pussy lips to coat my inner thighs. My hand journeyed lower until it hovered just above Gordon’s crotch.
“I want you to reward me with this.” I dared to touch him through his pants, to feel the outline of his hardening dick.
Part of me expected him to recoil. Neither of us could ever forget I was married to his son. But he let out a faint groan that revealed how desperate he was for my caress.
“That’s really what you want?” He sounded a little stunned. Had he never fantasized about his voluptuous daughter-in-law, whom he considered beautiful? Maybe he’d tried to be good as well.
“So much.” I let my voice take on a pleading tone.
Moving far more quickly than I anticipated, Gordon cupped my face in his hands and gave me a fierce kiss. I whimpered beneath the pressure of his lips. When his tongue demanded entry to my mouth, I readily granted it.
He started yanking up my shirt, seeking out my curves. His hands settled on my naked ass, which prompted him to moan louder. Meanwhile, I reached between us to keep stroking his dick. He was on his way to being fully erect.
His breath was hot against my ear. Eagerly, he suckled the lobe. “I’m dying to have you,” he said.
I almost yelped as Gordon lifted me off my feet and set me on the countertop. Its granite surface was shockingly cold against my buttocks. Giving me no time to recover, he again raised my shirt until my breasts were exposed.
I could sense his satisfaction at being allowed to play with my tits. He seemed intent on memorizing their shape and heft via touch. He fondled my nipples, making them stiffen even more.
Then he ducked his head and took the left one into his mouth. My God, he was so hungry for my body! Julian hadn’t been like this in months.
Gordon’s fingers crept along my inner thigh, inching toward my pussy. He was gentle in exploring my folds even as his mouth grew more insistent. Vaguely, I worried he might mark my skin, but I soon decided I could hide it from my husband.
With my arms around Gordon, I tried to suppress my needy cries. He teasingly grazed my clitoris, his fingertip circling around it.
Finally, he lifted his head from my breast in order to kiss me again. I spread my legs wider, inviting him to keep playing with my pussy. I couldn’t resist giving his lower lip a bite when he rubbed my clit.
“Such a good girl, with such a hot, wet pussy.” His fingers swept lower until he had two inside me.
A jolt traveled through my body, and my flesh tightened in response to the illicit penetration. I took over the task of massaging my swollen bud while Gordon thrust his fingers in and out of my sopping cunt.
The sensations brought me right to the edge, but I was determined to build on my excitement rather than surrender to it so quickly.
“Fuck me,” I said from low in my throat. “Give me what I deserve.”
Gordon withdrew his fingers so he could lower his pants and underwear. Staring downward, I saw his impressive cock spring toward me. My legs were parted as far as I could stand; my mother-in-law would have accused me of making a spectacle of myself.
I whined when Gordon slid his tip between my outer lips, lingering at my sensitive clit. Though that glimpse I’d gotten of his erection let me know he was larger than what I’d grown used to, I was again reminded by the pressure his cockhead exerted at my entrance.
When he pushed in, forcing my pussy to yield, I planted my hands behind me so my palms were braced against the countertop. The heat radiating from my body served to chase away the granite’s chill. Breathing in, I caught the scent of sex, along with the slightly stale odor of sleep clinging to both of us.
He slid deeper until I could take no more. As it was, he’d have to measure his thrusts to avoid tapping my cervix.
“You feel so good!” I sounded on the verge of a sob. “So big inside me!”
He started out gentle, as if to give me the opportunity to adjust to his size. I had the fleeting vision of Kelly taking this huge cock for the first time. Had she made the same breathy moans? Had he been equally tender?
I appreciated my father-in-law’s care, but I craved a little pain. I’d been a good girl for so long. Tonight, I needed to be punished.
“Fuck me harder,” I demanded. “Don’t hold back.”
He immediately did as I said, his hips pumping fiercely enough to make my tits bounce. His breathing soon grew labored. Obviously, he was no longer used to such strenuous sex. Kelly had probably stopped putting out years ago.
I swore I heard the roar of the sea, but it might have been my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Gordon’s mouth again sought out mine, and I was thankful his lips muffled my squeal. His dick provided a constant, deep stimulation to an area of my cunt that had remained neglected up to now. Even if I wanted to resist my approaching orgasm, I couldn’t. Not when I was filled with my father-in-law’s cock.
I came with his warm breath on my face. My arms and legs quaked so violently that I feared I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up.
But Gordon had me. Even as my head lolled and my muscles contracted, he held onto my waist, keeping me steady as his fucking continued. His thrusts grew shallower and somehow faster.
I sensed he was almost there; he was poised to pull out. But I hooked my trembling legs around him.
“Come inside me,” I said just before an orgasmic aftershock choked off my voice.
Losing all control, he drove himself deep inside my pussy, hard enough to send a twinge of pain straight to my core. Then he tensed up, the same way Julian did immediately before climax. But unlike Julian, Gordon kept rutting away even as he orgasmed. I heard the wet squelch of my juices and his semen.
I came again around his cock, my body slackening and then pulling taut with each fresh spasm. Gordon swore under his breath as he gave one final thrust.
I expected him to quickly withdraw. Instead, he stayed buried in my pussy while moving to embrace me. I slipped my arms around his neck, and my fingers toyed with his hair. I could tell he’d recently gotten it cut.
For a minute, I simply nestled against him. I smiled when he planted a kiss on the top of my head.
Once we finally separated enough to regard each other, he again lowered his lips to mine. This kiss was tender, the kind a man would give his wife if he was still in love with her. It was the kind of kiss I hadn’t received in some time.
I began to wonder if we’d stay that way till morning. But Gordon eventually pulled out, and I felt a new ache in both my cunt and my chest. It was an emptiness I hadn’t expected.
“Wait right here,” he whispered.
I watched him yank up his pants and cover his now-flaccid cock. Then he hurried from the room, only to return with a handful of tissues. When he offered them to me, I murmured my thanks.
I didn’t have a chance to hop down from the counter, because Gordon took me in his arms and set me on my feet. He treated me like I was a delicate possession whose worth he’d just discovered tonight.
I wasn’t at all self-conscious about reaching between my legs to mop up the cum that oozed from my pussy. After I’d finished, Gordon kissed me one last time and gave my ass a gentle pat. Both gestures were perfunctory, as if to send me on my way.
“Go on back to bed,” he whispered. “I’ll make sure everything is cleaned up here.”
Though I could smell myself on him, I was too embarrassed to suggest he wash up before returning to his own bed.
Back upstairs, I locked myself in the bathroom and then used one of Kelly’s expensive washcloths to scrub between my thighs. I splashed cold water on my face in an effort to chase away my blush.
I should have been ashamed. I should have been doubled over with guilt.
But I couldn’t stop smiling.
Julian didn’t stir when I slid into bed beside him. I was thankful he didn’t reach for me.
In the morning, my husband and I went down to the kitchen, both of us eager for coffee. Gordon and Kelly were already there. While my mother-in-law sat at the table, her face pinched with resentment, Gordon stood before the window. I was pretty sure the two of them hadn’t spoken a word to each other since they’d gotten up.
“Good morning,” Julian greeted them with false cheer.
Gordon looked over his shoulder. His stare lingered on me a second longer than was appropriate. Then he smiled at his son, his face so guileless that Julian never in a million years would have suspected his betrayal.
“Your father and I are leaving later this morning,” Kelly informed Julian before taking a sip of her kale smoothie.
My husband seemed genuinely disappointed. For a moment, I felt sorry for him.
“But we all planned to stay till tomorrow,” he reminded Kelly. “The weather’s supposed to be beautiful.”
“You two are welcome to stay,” she said, “but I need to get back.”
We all knew that wasn’t true. This was her way of punishing Gordon. For his part, he appeared resigned to his fate. I could imagine his drive home with Kelly. At first, she’d maintain her dour silence. But at some point during the trip, she’d succumb to the urge to berate her husband. She’d hurl insults at him, maybe even threaten to leave.
I hoped Gordon would be content to let her rant while he remembered the way I’d so readily offered my pussy to him last night.
Julian’s voice drew me from my thoughts. “No,…
