Bidding goodbye to all of our friends and cousins, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, as soon as I close the door behind me. Everyone invited to my brother-in law's wedding after-party is gone and now all there's left is empty champagne bottles and confetti blanketing the entire floor for the remembrance of a wonderful night. I stare at them for a while and can't help the look of exhaustion that takes place on my face. With slow steps I made my way through the stairs, head hammering with tiredness and a glint of intoxication ruling my senses, probably because I had too many drinks.

"Why?"

Startled, I turned towards the voice echoing from my inlaw's bedroom.

"David, I'm sorry-" my mother inlaw was crying. I could hear her muffled cries from behind the closed door as I passed by in silence heading towards my bedroom. They were fighting about something, maybe on random things just like they've been doing for the past week. We had been a happy family before but not for long after series of revelation started to take place beginning from the time when my husband was caught cheating on me with his personal assistant. Just like every other clichés.

"You slept with my friend Natalie!"

I froze on my spot. My eyes widened when realization came daunting with a wave of nostalgia. I had been through a similar situation like the one they were facing right now. Heartbreak. Everything moves so fast. Tragically, we were now all broken and remorseful. Things were falling apart between them just like it did for me and my husband.

"I was drunk-"

"You know that's not an excuse. You should've been here to celebrate my son's wedding but instead you were out there fucking a random man and dare to come back?!" His baritone voice raised his octaves at her. He was raging in pure anger.

"You never cared about us Natalie," "Derek saw you as his mother, but you disappointed him..." He was losing the firmness in his voice as he trembled trying to form coherent words. He was hurting, just like me.

"...Jason took after you Natalie- and I'm ashamed to say that." My heartbeat grew in sadness. I realized he had truly loved her unlike my husband, and he had been faithful to her throughtout the years of their marriage.

"I gave you everything Natalie...atleat I think I did."

I felt pity for a man like him, who had been nothing but loyal to his wife. A man who had recollected her broken heart and cherished her for years without a fail, gave her a life that she deserved after her ex-husband had left her distorted in the ruins of misery and grievances. Despite everything he did for her, she had returned the favor by breaking his beautiful heart.

"I'm sorry David-"

As if those words held any meaning. The pain of betrayal is unlike any other. It's like your wounds is cut open, left bleeding and untreated. Little by little the pain is inflicted. You may smile infront of the world, but deep down there's still sadness. And the worse part that haunts you afterwards, is the love you had for them and the love you will still have, somewhere in the corner of your heart. No matter how much you try to erase those memories, believe me it will be imprinted on your skin.

I let out a deep sigh as I walked away from there and entered my bedroom. I needed to calm my mind from rushing waves of emotions, both happy and sad. Hastily, I slipped off the blue silk dress that I wore for the wedding and stepped into the shower that I'd begun looking forward to after the guests departure. With a small breath leaving my tired lips, I closed my eyes and swayed my body feeling the cold water run down my warm skin while remembering the tunes of the orchestra playing in the church.

Just when I was drenched head to toe, head still heavy from tiredness and looking for few moments of comfort underneath the dribbles of water falling, I barely had the strength to open my eyes when I heard heavy breathing rushing to my ears.

My eyes flicked open as soon as I recognized his presence close behind. My breath shortened and I felt like I was going to die with embarrassment as I turned around and reflexively grabbed the shower curtain in an attempt to hide within the bounds of a translucent sheet, but failed miserably when he stood so close to me that I could feel his warmth seeping through his body. I was taken aback by the whole thing that was happening at the very moment. This was something that I had anticipated in my wildest, dirtiest, wettest dreams.

I held his gaze and starred at him wide-eyed till I could recover my voice. I struggled to speak in a whisper.

"Father-in Law,"

I couldn't decipher the look in his face. He was filled with different emotions.

" 'David'- I've told you several times to drop the formalities, Em." His voice came velvety, unlike his country accent that is deep, low and sultry, a kind that sometimes makes me involuntarily squeeze my legs together. He moved closer and circled his arms around my waist, covering my body with his warmth. Instead of moving away I let him and stay with our skin touching in all the right places, because somewhere deep down in my heart I had grew fondness of this man which had turned into a desire that I needed to satisfy.

" Um David-" With a quickness those words rolls off my tongue with an underlying submissive tone that was not meant to sound intentional, but to him it did.

"Good. That's how I'd like to hear you say my name, Emma," He replied and I swear there was a hint of playfulness behind his voice.

"You are drunk" I told him, somewhat justifying his actions for both of us. I felt intoxicated. I didn't know whether it was the drink I had earlier or his presence, or the nights I've spent alone in my bed that I was acting different from the way I should be behaving. Morally.

"Does it matter?" He whispered against my skin as shivers started to spread across my body even though it was a summer night.

"You are heartbroken. I don't want you to use me,"

"I would never," He shook his head lightly and I blushed red when his hand reached for my cheeks and caressed them delicately. His intense brown eyes held a deeper feeling, that I knew what it meant. He wanted me just like I wanted him.

"But this is wrong- I'm still married to your son," I somehow tried to deny when I felt him hardening against my stomach. It didn't feel right to a make a mistake that we weren't sure of the consequences that our actions might lead to, as much as we wanted eachother. Though we both were broken at the moment and was desperate to find comfort, still it wouldn't justifiy the wrong we were going to commit. Despite every betrayal, we were still married to our partners and it would be considered cheating nonetheless.

"You are going to be divorced within a week," He said bringing his lips towards my neck and placed a chaste kiss on my moist skin. I gasped at the feeling. His sensuous innuendos was making me lose my mind as he trailed his kisses down to the valley of my breast with his body pressing more into mine, protectively guarding with his sturdy, muscular body as if I'm something fragile. Honestly I was because he stood towering my frame like a beast while I looked so small and petite infront of him. He has a piqued physique, he's tall and a lot broader than men in their sixties, probably because of his interests in weight lifting and late night workouts. Despite the years of aging, his skin is still firm and gentle, except for his fingers that is calloused and rough just like everyother countrymen. My eyes widened as I yelped, feeling his grip onto my waist tighten.

"David!" I squealed loudly when he trailed his other hand away from my cheek, down to my swollen aching breasts as he palmed his fingers against them in circles and started kneading them firmly, while tugging my tits in between his fingers, giving them the right amount of pressure, pain and pleasure.

"So fucking soft," he murmured huskily and left me blushing in hues of red.

"Umm," I moaned, eyes closed on their on accord when he lowered his head to take one of my breasts in his mouth, either one, and worked on them replacing his hand with his sharp teeth, biting and sucking like a baby untill I felt the numbness in my tits. As he kept sucking my bosoms, he brought my legs to his hips and lifted my body off the ground to settle me on his lean waist with my back supported against the wall. The sounds of sucking and popping echoed in the bounds of the closed walls as we stood there drenching underneath the cold showers. Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall.

"Umm David-" I moaned in pleasure when I felt his calloused hands squeezing my ass roughly. I bet it had turned deep red.

"Be gentle," I uttered and he laughed looking at me from in between my breasts. His face was literally squished in between them, and I wondered if they looked appealing to him.

"I'm fucking in love with these.." As if he read my mind he whispered slowly after giving each one of them a long lick and a soft bite, keeping them hardened and aching for him. I was about to close my eyes and relish his movements when he halted his actions and stared right into my eyes with a spark that lit up every fiber of my being. This man knew his ways with women.

"Do you want me as much as I want you, Em?" He asks and I looked at him while nervously biting on my lower lips. My heart debating with my conscious mind.

"I want you, I want this...but-"

He didn't let me compete as his lips met mine in neediness. That's it. That's all he needed to hear. He wanted to first make sure that I consented, only to take him less than a second to devour my mouth hungrily. I didn't hold back and returned his kisses with the same fevour, biting and sucking on his tender lips with a growing disease. I knew I would be addicted to his kisses afterwards, because the moment he loses control and bites a little harshly onto my lips and then quickly realising what he'd done, gives them kitten licks to ease the pain...I swear I lose myself to insanity. He kept wanting for more as I parted slightly allowing his tongue to slip inside. His lips was warm and soft, and he tasted like mint and smoke. He ventured every corner of my mouth swirling his tongue against my own while battling for dominance. He won.

I squeezed my legs together around his waist as I felt a familiar ache in between them. He had me aroused just by his kisses.

"Fuck!" He parted away catching for breath as he looked down to our entwined bodies. I followed his gaze and found him staring at his erect cock leaking with his precum lying next to my stomach. He was huge. There was no disputing in figuring his size because I'd once seen his tent formed in his pants and had shamelessly imagined him to be more in inches than my husband.

He tilted his head to the side and turned off the shower, "Thats enough showering."

"You'll get cold."

I giggled. His duality was unpredictable at times.

"Yes father-in law," I teased and ran my palm over his broad chest, while his fingers kept caressing the sleek curve of my hips. The look in his eyes was tempting and it seemed as if he was taking his time trying to appreciate me, and not just hurry into having sex, made things more intimate between us.

"You know you don't have to worry about me catching a cold. You are going to warm me up anyway."

I tried getting a stronger reaction out of him, but he just laughed and shrugged, "I'm not sure if I can, darling..."

"I'm growing old." His voice was low, but I saw his insecurities.

"Don't you dare back away now... "

Although I tried raising my voice at him, it came out as a feeble desperation and neediness that was greatly amusing to him.

"I'm liking the way you sound all desperate for me." I rolled my eyes and that made him laugh again.

"You just want to fuck me, don't you?" He asked quietly and I was silent for a moment. I did. I wanted him to fuck me out of my senses.

"I do." I admitted, looking straight in his honey brown eyes for the same answer and I was right. He reciprocated similar feelings.

"We both do." I remarked as he stared aimlessly at me.

"I don't care what's right or wrong anymore."

I smiled, "You don't have to."

"It's too much. I feel betrayed and I don't know what to do because somewhere I too stand at fault." His voice turned low.

"I haven't been true to Natalie," he takes a deep breath and leaves me guessing in silence for a few seconds as I heard nothing but the pounding of my heart against his own violent beatings.

"Well, physically I have, but, emotionally I haven't been doing things right." He whispered truthfully.

"What do you mean?" I asked timidly.

"Emma, I didn't just barge in here, because I was drunk and angry. But because I wanted to, purposely." I was seriously loss at words. He looked too freaking innocent confessing his darkest secrets to me.

"I wanted a stronger reason to be here...with you in my arms."

"You caught my eyes ever since you walked in my house." He whispered softly and held a glint of fondness in his eyes. I was overwhelmed with emotions. I raised and kissed his lips lightly before tracing the curve of his lips.

"Go ahead. Take me." I urged him.

I reached for his black curly hair falling messily over his creased forehead and tugged on them tightly, bracing myself for what's to come.

"Fuck me." His eyes grew dark as he kept staring at me deeply.

"Gladly."

One of his hands moved from my waist and traced his way through my navel, down to my warm hole that was already prepped for his dick.

"Fuck! You're so wet." He growled and traced my swollen labia, stroking the foreskin up and down to coat his fingers with my arousal before shoving two of his fingers in my drenched cunt. I sucked in a breath when his thumb bared my clit and rubbed the tiny nub a little faster until I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed through my orgasm.

"That was quick," he chuckled and kept caressing my clitoris for more stimulation.

Upon receiving enough pleasure, I bravely reached for his dick, while looking into his eyes intensely and began giving him a few tender strokes.

"Shit!" He cussed and squeezed my thighs when I felt him twitching in my hand.

"I'm already very wet and stimulated. I want you now," I begged.

"Do it darling," he encouraged, caressing my sides suggestively while running his tongue over his dry lips in anticipation. I understood immediately what he wanted me to do. Still looking into his eyes, I lifted my hips and leaned against the wall as I aligned his dick in my entrance and pushed my hips forward to take an inch of him.

"Oh Emma," He moaned with his hoarse voice and without waiting any longer, took the lead and thrusted his way in one hard stroke. I was stretched out completely. I held him close as he moved in and out of my sex at a pace not to slow or fast, but definitely in earnest.

"I've waited for this for so long darling," he rasped in my ears sexily and kissed me deeply all over again.

Undoubtedly, I could now profess that he was incredible in sex and did me way better than any man ever did. I was running out of strength, but still he kept me screaming his name, everytime he touched the right spot within me with a heart rendering intensity.

"David...faster and harder...please, " My eyes rolled back and tears of pleasure fell down my cheeks when he went deeper to an extent that left my body trembling and shattering at his mercy, with an ecstacy growing much more intense.

I felt warm. I felt comforted.

"More! I'm about to cum David," I uttered breathlessly, as I felt my orgasm swirling in my lower belly. The rush was exhilarating, that I came shuddering with a intensity too deep.

"I couldn't hold back..." I whispered softly as soon as my peak sufficed.

"You are so warm baby," he groaned fastening his pace as I let my walls stretch more for him to move with ease, at the same time girdled his cock with multiple spasms so that it takes him less time to chase his release.

"Fuck Em! Keep doing that babe," He pleaded with a rasp and I obeyed. His hips swiveled in circles, going in and out with a rhythm that I felt tearing and wailing once again for another orgasm.

"David..." I moaned loudly undulating my hips for more friction. With this he was deeper than he was before.

"I'm near darling...just a little more," He rasped. His movements became harder and faster, and I felt he was closer to his release.

"Oh Emma," As I felt him come undone, breathlessly moaning my name, I tried to hold back and not to finish yet because I didn't want this moment to end, but, helplessly I came right after in no time.

"I don't think its going to be a onetime thingy," I kept looking in his lust-driven eyes. Oh boi!

"Because we aren't done yet..."

♤

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