My almost 50-year-old mother-in-law has recently gotten a new boyfriend. He's young, handsome, and has washboard abs.

Just as I think she's finally hit the jackpot and found her true love, he climbs into my bed in the middle of the night…

The sounds from the next room grew louder and louder. There were the unmistakable sounds of a woman's moans and a man's rhythmic grunts. The noise disturbed the serene, peaceful night.

I couldn't knock on the door to stop them, though. After all, it was my mother-in-law and her new boyfriend causing the commotion.

My name is Jenna Cross. My husband, Chester Dalton, and I had only gotten married three years ago. Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman.

While I didn't exactly have a good relationship with Frida, my busy work schedule had helped keep our interactions minimal. I always thought of it as a blessing in disguise.

That continued until recently when Frida found herself a boyfriend, Bryson Ewing, and brought him home.

Her son was already married, and she herself had been widowed for years. Considering her age, one would expect her new boyfriend to be someone of a similar standing. Yet, she defied expectations by dating a man ten years younger than her.

And he wasn't just young—he was attractive. Bryson was tall, debonair, and undeniably handsome.

It was obvious that he was smitten with Frida. Every night, the two would get intimate for at least half an hour. Their energy was so boundless that it left me speechless.

Bryson was so robust—Frida must have been enjoying herself a lot. The thought alone made me instinctively cross my legs.

Chester had been traveling for work frequently over the past year. We hardly saw each other, let alone sleep with each other.

Every time he came home, I wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and get intimate with him. However, he always passed out from exhaustion and paid no attention to my needs.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't crave physical intimacy, but Chester was working hard for our future. So, I constantly told myself to be more understanding.

Still, as a young wife left wanting, it stung to hear Frida passionately enjoying herself just a wall away every night.

"Ugh… What kind of life is this?" I ranted, trying to suppress my irritation.

I grabbed my mug and stood up. They clearly weren't going to stop anytime soon, so I figured I could go to the living room for water without worrying that I would bump into either of them.

After filling my mug, I took an ice cream bar from the fridge. Just as I shut the fridge door, a tall figure appeared in my sight out of nowhere, startling me greatly.

Bryson was about five feet 11 inches tall, and his muscular frame was on full display. Judging by the sheen of sweat glistening on his abs, he must've just finished some vigorous horizontal exercise. This made him look even sexier.

He was only wearing boxer shorts, and it wasn't exactly subtle—there was a noticeably huge bulge in the front. I glanced at it involuntarily before quickly looking away.

Ever since Frida brought him home, I'd made a habit of retreating to my room right after showering. I did my best to minimize my presence in the house to avoid awkward encounters like this.

Even though Bryson might technically become family one day, he was still a stranger to me. So, I couldn't help but put up my guard against him.

But he and Frida seemed to have no sense of shame whatsoever. Not only were they noisy every night, but they also often displayed their affection right in front of me.

Like now—Bryson didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. He just looked at me calmly.

"Getting yourself some water?" he asked, his eyes scanning me from head to toe before settling on a particular spot.

Then, he added, "The weather's been so hot lately. You should wear lighter clothes to stay cool."

It was the height of summer, with daily temperatures climbing past 104°F. His reminder sounded innocent enough, but something about his tone felt off.

I was already dressed lightly because I was wearing a silk camisole nightgown. I had even ditched my padded bra for comfort.

Wait… I wasn't wearing a bra!

Upon realizing this, my face flushed a deep shade of scarlet. I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, nodded politely, and turned to leave.

Before I could step away, he was suddenly right behind me. He extended one hand to prop the fridge door open as he reached in with the other.

"I need to eat something after exercising," he said, his body leaning close. He had me trapped between him and the fridge.

The position was way too suggestive. It felt like he was holding me in his arms, and to make matters worse, he deliberately leaned in even more. His manhood pressed against me as he leaned forward to grab something from inside the fridge.

"Hey!" I gasped, frozen in shock at his unexpected move. It took me a moment to recover and wriggle free.

"What's wrong? I was just grabbing something to eat," Bryson said with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. It was obvious he was doing this on purpose.

I wanted to slap him, but my hands were still busy shielding my chest. All I could do was glare at him.

"Ugh!" I exclaimed in disgust and rushed back to my room.

After that night, I stopped leaving my bedroom altogether in the evenings. But since we were all living under the same roof, I couldn't avoid Frida and Bryson entirely.

To make things worse, the couple just couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Sometimes, they didn't even bother going to their room and instead made out shamelessly on the living room couch.

One evening, after I was done showering, I stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately met with the unmistakable sounds of lips and tongues smacking against each other.

And there they were, entangled on the couch. Frida's blouse had slipped almost entirely off, and a large area of her bare skin was exposed.

The scene was so explicit that my face burned with embarrassment.

Even though I saw them going at it, they didn't stop. If anything, they got even more brazen. As if trying to show off, Bryson grabbed Frida's chest firmly, eliciting a series of breathy gasps from her.

I fled back to my room as fast as I could right before she was about to take off her pants.

I couldn't take it anymore. Those two weren't exactly young, yet their urges and desire drove them to amorous acts that were even bolder than young lovers.

Feeling troubled, I called Chester, who was still away on business.

"Can't you talk to your mom about this? Like… What if we rent them a place of their own?" I asked in exasperation.

I didn't mention how Bryson occasionally acted inappropriately toward me. Instead, I focused on how their nightly activities were disrupting my sleep and how it had even led to some neighbors complaining about the noise.

"Honey, you know how hard it was for my mom to raise me on her own. Now that she's found someone who makes her happy, can't you be a little more understanding? Besides, she's going to help us raise our kids someday," Chester replied.

He was just making excuses. There wasn't even a bun in the oven yet. The truth was, he was a mama's boy who couldn't bear the thought of living apart from Frida.

Before we got married, I had already made it clear that I didn't want to live with Frida, but Chester disagreed with me vehemently. He kept saying how hard she worked to raise him and how children should take care of their parents to guilt-trip me.

We had fought about it to the point of almost breaking up. I even blocked him on all social media and my phone, but he started showing up outside my office every day.

When Frida found out, she came to my parents' house and told them her sob story, painting herself as a tragic, lonely widow. My parents ended up scolding me for being heartless.

"You've been with Chester for four years. You've always known about his situation. How can you expect a single mother to live alone for the rest of her life?" they had said.

Under pressure from both Chester and my parents, I caved in. Not only did I not break up with him, but we even got married soon after.

If I were being honest, it was also because I couldn't bring myself to let go of our four years together. I convinced myself it was the right decision.

Now, Chester continued making excuses for Frida. He said, "My mom has said that we're all family now. You shouldn't act so distant. Try not to spend all your time holed up in your room…"

I had expected his answer, but it didn't stop the wave of disappointment from washing over me.

I hesitated, wondering if I should tell him about Bryson's inappropriate behavior. Before I could speak up about that, I heard a woman's voice calling Chester's name loudly in the background.

There was also the faint sound of an announcement in the background. It sounded like the ones I'd heard in a hospital.

Why was Chester at the hospital?

I asked anxiously, "Dear, are you not well? I—"

Before I could finish, he cut me off, "I'll call you later, honey. Something has come up."

The line went dead. He had hung up so quickly. This wasn't unusual, but this time, it left me with an unsettling feeling I couldn't shake.

Before I could dwell on it, the familiar sounds of moaning and grunting started up again from the room next door.

"Don't they ever take a break? At this rate, they're going to exhaust themselves to death," I ranted under my breath.

It was as if Frida heard me because her cries of pleasure grew even louder.

Frustrated, I put on earplugs and buried myself under the blankets, willing myself to sleep.

I didn't know when I finally fell asleep, but I woke up to the sensation of large hands gently caressing my body.

At first, I thought I was dreaming. It wouldn't have been the first time—I often fell asleep to the sounds from the next room and dreamed about things getting hot and heavy with Chester after one of his business trips.

But then, the hands moved from my thighs to my abdomen, and they lingered on my chest.

In the next moment, I felt a warm, wet sensation envelop the tip of my mounds. Then, there came the feel of a wet tongue licking them.

This felt too real to be a dream!

I was jolted awake.

My eyes flew open to find a dark figure looming over me, their head buried in my chest and moving with purpose.