Chapter 2: Something Borrowed, Then Mastered
Two weeks had passed since my father-in-law took my virginity at my wedding reception. I hadn't seen him once since then. Jeff and I had been gone for a week to Hawaii. Jeff definitely inherited his father's gift for fucking. Today, in fact, I was lying in bed feeling the rosy afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm. Jeff was gone to work, and I was experiencing the hum of complete satisfaction.
Or almost complete satisfaction. Jeff was a superior lover, but something in me craved the debasement Jeff's father could drive me to. I knew that what he had done to me on my wedding day was only the tip of the iceberg. He had walked away threatening to use me whenever he wanted me. A sudden thought struck me. Maybe he DIDN'T want me. What if I hadn't satisfied him the way he satisfied me? I shook myself. It didn't matter either way. 95% of me wanted to remain faithful to Jeff. I love Jeff. But that 5% that wanted his dad to fuck my brains out was an influential, persistent part of me.
I sighed and got out of bed to prepare for a busy day of unpacking. About an hour into it, Jeff's parents dropped by with a few more boxes. The shock of seeing his dad rendered me temporarily speechless. I managed to adopt a facade of normalcy, though, since he showed no sign of remembering the ways he had ravished my body. "Come in, Mr. and Mrs. Renier," I said.
His mom smiled. "Don't be silly. You can call us Brad and Diane."
His dad nodded and smiled in agreement. "Let me just go grab the boxes, and then we'll be on our way. You two girls probably have some important fussing over draperies to do."
He was fulfilling the duties of a perfect father-in-law, and it was fortunate since Diane and I did need to fuss over some draperies, and if he had stayed nearby, she would almost certainly have noticed something odd in the way I looked at him.
As it was, watching him lift heavy objects was distracting enough. It was crazy. I knew my hyper-awareness of him came from simple chemistry. Jeff and I had been fucking every spare moment of the past two weeks. It made me hornier than I had ever been in my life, even if it never resulted in the intense orgasms Jeff's father had given me. I looked at men in an entirely new way because I knew exactly what they could use their fingers and tongues for. And, well, Jeff's dad had been the first one to take me so totally over the edge... of course my body reacted to him uncontrollably.
When he brought the last box in, he paused to wipe his forehead. When he raised his arm, his shirt came up and exposed the tanned skin of his relatively toned abs. I'm sure my eyes popped out of my head. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.
Then, as natural as could be, he said, "Diane? I can't seem to find that envelope of coupons you wanted."
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and said, "Okay, I guess I'll have to go find it. Why don't you help Jen with the drapes?"
"I'm sure I'll have some valuable insight," he joked as he walked to stand beside me. He put a fatherly arm around me, and I trembled with the effort of appearing innocent and the expectations of what he would do to me soon.
When she disappeared through the door, he started talking about the drapes. It was maddening.
Finally, I interrupted. "Aren't you going to touch me?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"You're driving me crazy," I breathed as I tried to turn in his arms.
He dipped his eyes down deliberately to stare at the small amount of cleavage visible in my shirt. I felt my nipples harden at the idea of what I wanted him to do to them. What he had done to them before.
Then he looked up and took in my lust-crazed eyes. He smiled. "You'll have to do better than that," he said. Then he let go of me and moved back toward the boxes.
Diane came back in with the coupons, oblivious to the tension in the room. After a little more small talk, Jeff's dad started steering them out the door.
He turned to add one last packing tip. "If I were you, I would unpack this box first." He gestured toward a medium-sized box. "It's got stuff you'll need sooner than later." Then he was gone.
It was twenty minutes before I opened the box. I wished I would have opened it sooner. There were only two things inside it. The first thing was a note that said, "Put this on and wait." The second thing was a filmy black bra and panty set.
I closed the blinds in my living room and in my bedroom, put on the lingerie, and waited. My desire built as I kept imagining his hands on me. It was an excruciating hour. When he arrived, I was a disaster. His key in the lock sent shocks through me. He rapidly took in my appearance with faux surprise. Then he locked the door behind him.
"I came to bring this box we forgot earlier," he said. His eyes devoured my body.
"I was afraid you were never going to fuck me again," I breathed as I got off the couch to press myself against him.
He grabbed my ass and pressed my pelvis against his body. "What makes you so damn sure I'm going to fuck you today? I just came by to make a delivery."
"Oh God," I moaned. "You have to."
"Why?" His fingers slipped tantalizingly in and out of the elastic of my underwear as he moved his palms in circles over my hips and ass.
"I can't stop thinking about you inside me," I said.
He rewarded my candor by brushing his thumb across the fabric that covered my cunt. "Really?"
I moaned, and I felt my vaginal muscles spasm as they tried in vain to pull him inside. "Yeah," I managed. I wasn't sure if I was answering his question or if I was telling him how good I felt. "I wanted you to pound me right there on the kitchen table when Diane was out in the van."
He pressed his panty-clad thumb up so that it barely entered my pussy. It was exquisite, and I angled my hips in hopes of taking more of him inside. He smiled in satisfaction. "That's because your pussy belongs to me," he said. "Not to Jeff. It's all mine."
