I’ve always been someone with a strong, restless libido I can’t quite explain. I’ve never gone to a doctor about it, but I know myself well enough to realize it’s something that comes and goes in waves, especially when I'm ovulating. During that time of the month, I'd need to do it two to three times a day or my body would feel extremely uncomfortable.

Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband would be the one to ease that ache and fill the emptiness in me. However, lately he’s been impossibly busy, away on business trips for weeks at a time…

"Did you enjoy it... Your first time playing with a young woman like me? Was it good?"

The words echoed in the dim room, muffled by the sheets as I hid my face beneath them. My knees pressed into the bed as I knelt naked with my hips raised high for the man behind me.

Even without comparing them, I could tell the difference. My father-in-law's body was much more built than his son's...

I’d always known there was something different about me. A restless hunger stirred within me and refused to quiet down. I had never gone to a doctor, but I knew myself well enough to realize that when the urge came, it consumed everything. During those days of the month, I could hardly focus on work, and nights felt unbearably long and empty.

Normally, my tall, broad-shouldered husband, Ryan Collins, would be the one to fill that void. However, lately he was away more than he was at home. Business trips stretched into weeks, leaving me to wrestle with my own thoughts and needs.

Trying to distract myself stopped working. I found it hard to concentrate at work, my mind drifting again and again to the lure of lust. Even masturbating with a vibrator every night was not enough.

My mind was always filled with thoughts about sex. It became so bad that I carried a spare change of clothes in my bag, just in case.

That evening, the subway was packed. I had just managed to steady myself in a corner when I suddenly felt a firm pressure caressing my bottom. It was a hand, hot and uninvited.

"Pervert!" I almost shouted. Every woman who commutes has faced something like this, and I was no exception. My skirt was short, perhaps too short. Bending over revealed my pink thong-covered privates, making me a target for those subway perverts.

When I turned just slightly, ready to lash out, my breath caught. Reflected in the train window, the man behind me wasn’t a stranger at all. It was my father-in-law, Victor Collins, who had just arrived in Silverhaven.

Just yesterday, Ryan had called to say that his father was coming to stay for a while.

For a moment, my mind went blank. He hadn’t recognized me. He thought I was some young woman too embarrassed to fight back. His broad frame boxed me in completely, unaware of who I was.

I froze, heart pounding. Every instinct was torn between fury and panic as I clenched my muscles to fight the intense tingling that pierced my bones. I was terrified that I would let out a shameless moan.

What should I do? Should I turn around? However, Victor's large hand was sliding down my hips. Would it be too awkward to acknowledge him now? Should I pretend not to realize it?

We were even getting off at the same stop, so there would be no avoiding him later.

I stood there, unable to move, caught between reason and a strange, dizzy disbelief. Now I had only two choices: turn around and reveal myself, or continue enjoying myself.

Originally, I was prepared to grit my teeth and acknowledge him, but when Victor gently slipped his fingers into my panties, my body instinctively chose the latter.

As if foreplay was officially over, he thrust his fingers right in.

"Hmm..." The sudden touch made me moan, and I instinctively thrust my butt back, letting him penetrate deeper.

I had to give it to Victor for being quite skillful. Not only did he always hit my most sensitive spots, but it was like a key, completely releasing the bottomless desire within me. My body reacted almost immediately, a warm current flowing slowly throughout me.

Alas, Victor wasn't satisfied; he wanted more.

I could feel him lower himself slightly, hooking his thumbs around the sides of my panties and slowly pulling them down to my thighs and curling them into a ball.

Then, he parted my buttocks and pressed something hot and hard against mine, inching forward as if trying to penetrate me.

"No...no."

The man behind me was Victor. How could I possibly have such a relationship with him?

With my remaining sanity, I bit my lower lip, trying to stay calm, and turned abruptly. "Victor, it's… it's me."

With my cheeks flushed, I lowered my head and pulled up my panties, afraid to meet Victor's eyes. "Uh… it's me, Mara."

Victor seemed startled and quickly took a half step back, stopping his movements. Almost instantly, an exaggeratedly large object came into view.

My eyes widened. Was he… was this even human-sized?

I was not a clueless, naive girl. On the contrary, my experience would put any young woman my age to shame. However, Victor's bulge, even more magnificent than any other I'd ever seen, still astounded me.

Ryan's was already quite big, but this was even more impressive, a full third larger. If I were pinned down by such a hunk, spanked and penetrated at the same time, I'd surely be exhausted, right?

The very thought startled me. I quickly turned my head away, shielding his lower body with my bag, and said in a trembling voice, "Put it away already..."

"Oh, okay…"

We got off the subway and headed home. Just when we were about to arrive home, Victor spoke.

"Mara, you need to be more careful next time," he said. "Don’t wear things that draw attention. The city’s full of people who’ll take advantage of that, especially when you’re young and… beautiful."

He didn’t mention the subway. Not a single word about what had happened minutes earlier.

He just spoke like a concerned elder, as if nothing had crossed the line.

I didn't reply, my mind preoccupied with the impressive member I had just glimpsed. I reached out and stroked my cheek, which was already burning.

'If I hadn't turned around… He would have taken me so hard in that crowded train…'

I couldn't help but fantasize, my depraved body growing increasingly uncontrollable. It felt like a swarm of ants crawling between my legs, itching and tingling. My mind kept replaying images of myself being pinned down and pounded hard by Victor.

Finally, the forbidden and shameful stimulation became unbearable. I opened the front door and immediately bolted into my bedroom.

"Victor, I'm not feeling well. Get yourself something to eat and go to bed."

I couldn't wait to throw myself on the bed. I stripped myself naked and pulled a vibrator from the depths of the nightstand. I spread my legs in Victor's direction in the living room, and flicked the switch.

I wanted it so badly!

I wanted a man to be in my bed right now! It didn't matter who it was!

No matter what the consequences, as long as he was as strong as Victor! As long as he could fill the void within me!

Until my last breath, exhausted and fading from consciousness, I was still thinking, what if... Victor rushed in and forced himself on me? Would I resist?

In the early morning, I was awakened by a buzzing sound and realized I was still holding the toy. Although the lingering sensation kept me lying on the bed, the urge to pee forced me to struggle to my feet, put on my nightgown, and drowsily make my way to the bathroom.

Then something unexpected happened!

I was unable to turn on the light, so I relied on my memory to navigate the bathroom and plopped down on the toilet. I instantly knew something was amiss.

What… what was this?

I subconsciously twisted my hips, quivering as if I'd been electrocuted. A high-pitched scream threatened to burst out of my throat when a strong, powerful hand from behind me covered my mouth.

"Shh… Mara, it's me…" Victor pressed himself against my back, one hand covering my mouth and the other cupping my soft mound, enveloping me in a hug.

"The power went out while I was showering, so I sat on the toilet waiting for it to come back on, and you just sat on me," Victor leaned close to my ear and whispered like a lover.

I had to say, in the pitch darkness, hearing that familiar voice almost instantly calmed me down when I realized the man behind me wasn't a criminal, but Victor.

Soon, my heart began to race. Our current position resembled the cowgirl position. Especially when Victor noticed my stiff body gradually relaxing, he loosened his hand from covering my mouth and, intentionally or unintentionally, cupped my other bosom, gently kneading it, filling the entire room with a sensual air.

"Mmm..." The pleasure of my bosoms being toyed with made me cry out, and my whole body trembled. "Victor... let me up first..."

I desperately suppressed the burning desire within me, moving cautiously, fearing that a mere slip and the stiff member pressing against my hips would penetrate me.

My legs, unfortunately, were too weak to support me, so I steadied myself by resting my hands on Victor's legs. However, this only lifted my body, and his bulge pressed against my most intimate parts.

Back and forth, not only did I fail to break free from his embrace, but the repeated friction against my sensitive parts made my ache so intense that I could barely sit still.

"Let me lift you up..."

Victor kneaded my chest fiercely a few times, then reached under my knees from behind and lifted me in a straddle. He swayed his hips and took a few steps, rubbing his tip maliciously between my legs.

"Ah!"

As if struck by lightning, I instinctively tried to cover my lower body, but when Victor lifted me, I fell back involuntarily.

I swiftly wrapped my arm around his neck, pushing out my chest. My skin, slick with sweat, heightened every sensation, and the intense tingling nearly overwhelmed me.

"No... Stop it..."

Victor exerted force with his back, ignoring my pleas. His hands lifted my hips, supporting me as I bobbed up and down, caressing my soft curves gently, constantly teasing my desire, as his breathing became increasingly heavy.

After just a few thrusts, I was overcome by the sensation. My wet mound felt like it was flooded, completely softening into a puddle. "Mmm..."

The overwhelming sense of shame completely shattered my rationality. Unconsciously, I grabbed my breast, kneading them vigorously, as I actively spread my legs wider and writhed, chasing that single point of pleasure.

However, the pleasure was fleeting, as Victor suddenly stopped.

"Give it to me... I want it..." Deprived of that last bit of pleasure, I raised my neck and moaned softly. I grabbed his wrist and pushed down hard, sinking my body lower.

"Ahhh..."

At that moment, my eyes rolled back, and I felt my soul ascend to heaven...