"Stop it, Dad! I'm your daughter-in-law!"

Ever since my husband fails to get his willy up due to an accident, I keep bawling my eyes in the middle of the night.

My father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, climbs into my bed at midnight out of sympathy toward me.

"Natalie, you'll only hurt yourself if you keep using those toys. Here, let me help you."

After that, he lifts my legs roughly.

My name was Natalie Horne, a recently-married young woman with a high libido. Despite my innocent-looking face, I had a figure way hotter than young supermodels.

My 36E figure and alluring curves were my husband, Peter Clarke's, favorite indulgence—he could never keep his hands off me at night.

Unfortunately, a traffic accident left Peter blind and an invalid, and he was practically useless in bed now. Not only did he struggle to get hard, but even if he could get it up, he only lasted a few seconds.

Sometimes, he couldn't even get it in.

As time passed, I no longer expected anything from him at all. With nowhere to release my pent-up desires, I had no choice but to secretly rely on the toys I purchased online.

Peter could also sense my growing indifference toward him, but he simply assumed I was just too tired out from caring for him. Thus, he suggested that we get his father, a farmer from the countryside, to come over and share the burden with me.

The next afternoon, my father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, arrived by public transport. He showed up in a white shirt and a straw hat, looking every bit like a hardworking farmer from the countryside.

He had an innocent and honest face, but his body told a different story. His arms were thick and muscular, his tanned skin radiating masculinity.

Despite his loose pants, there was no hiding the massive package he had underneath.

Just looking at him made me blush. It wasn't until Peter called out to me that I snapped back to my senses.

I prepared a feast for Anthony for dinner. He said he enjoyed every bit of it, and he thanked me for staying by his son's side and for being a good daughter-in-law.

After dinner, I went to help Peter wash up and tuck him into bed. When I returned to the dining area, I realized that Anthony had not only cleared the entire dining table, but he had even done all the dishes.

Surprised by his kindness, I felt a surge of warmth in my heart. So, I decided to make a cup of hot tea for him as a gesture of gratitude.

However, when I brought the tea back out, I saw him entering the bathroom. Panic washed over me instantly. But before I could call out to him to stop him, he had already locked the door behind him.

My face flushed red with embarrassment immediately. It was all over for me now. I was certain he'd seen everything.

I was the kind of woman who needed to be satisfied every night. Yet, Peter couldn't provide that to me. To find my release, I had stocked up on an arsenal of toys—everything from high-speed power thrusters to electric vibrators and dildos.

Because Peter was blind, I didn't have to be discreet. I simply displayed everything in this bathroom, turning it into my personal pleasure playground.

I had even lined the walls with dozens of dildos of various sizes, intentionally positioned according to my own height. All I needed to do was to lean into them in order to enjoy them.

There was a bathroom attached to Anthony's room, so I had assumed he wouldn't enter this particular one.

He must have seen everything by now. This was utterly embarrassing indeed.

I stood at the door, mortified. There was still no sound of running water, even after all this time. He was probably inspecting each one of those toys carefully.

Would he whip his own out and compare his size with them? The more I wondered, the more my imagination ran wild.

I waited a long while before Anthony finally emerged from the bathroom. Based on the awkward expression on his face, I was sure he had seen them.

My face flushed completely red in embarrassment as I lowered my head and whispered, "Dad, w-would that make you think l-less of me?"

"Of course not."

Anthony stole a glance behind him, then continued, "Still, toys couldn't possibly be as fun as the real thing. Plus, it wouldn't be good for you to use these toys in the long run.

"I actually learned some massage techniques before I came here. They're supposed to be very effective for strengthening one's performance."

I was shocked. Even though I already knew that he was a rugged, plain-spoken farmer, I never expected him to discuss such things with me so directly.

But as I thought back on those lonely, grueling nights, I found myself flushing as I gave him my consent.

I woke Peter up, telling him that Anthony wanted to give him a massage.

Afraid that he'd turn me down immediately if I told him the massage was to aid with his performance, I kept this detail from him. After all, he was completely uninterested in being intimate after his accident.

So, all I told him was that the massage was helpful for the recovery of his sight.

As expected, he perked up immediately the moment he heard that the massage was for the recovery of his sight.

Not long after, Anthony entered the room and began massaging Peter. Not only did Anthony's movements look quite professional, but Peter started humming with pleasure.

Not only that, but I noticed a clear bulge in his pants. This was actually Peter's first time getting it up without any help since the accident.

Once Anthony noticed that Peter was almost ready, he gave me a pat, signaling that it was time for me to enjoy the results. "That's all for today, then. I'll leave you both to it."

Upon saying that, he pushed the door open and stepped out.

Peter shoved me down onto the bed without warning, urgently pulling his member out and shoving it straight into my mouth.

Even though he was blind, his strength was overwhelming, so much so that I couldn't free myself from him at all. His hands wandered all over me, and my throat soon began to feel like it was on fire.

I even started to get wet between my legs.

After hollowing out my cheeks for a while, I was really beginning to struggle. "I feel so empty. I need you to help me, darling."

But the moment I let go, Peter forced himself right back in. "There's no need to feel empty. You're okay."

I choked, sounding close to tears, "You can't just focus on your own pleasure and leave me hanging."

"Oh, come on," he huffed. "Just take it for a bit longer. It's too late now."

I knew how insecure Peter was about only being able to last a few seconds. But how could we know if we didn't try? Anthony had given him that massage, after all.

Just then, I noticed a pair of eyes from the corner of my eye. I glanced toward the door, only to realize that it had been left slightly ajar. Someone was actually staring straight at me through the gap in the door.

As it turned out, Anthony had not left at all. In fact, he was peeping at us.

By now, Peter had violently ripped most of my top to shreds, and whatever remained of my top was barely covering my chest. My first reaction was to cover myself, but Peter was now riding my face, making it impossible for me to even budge.

I couldn't believe that my father-in-law was actually witnessing such a messy sight. The forbidden thrill made me both nervous and excited, and I felt I had become drenched down there.

The gap in the door widened, and I noticed the breathtaking bulge in Anthony's pants. My goodness, that massive bulge probably meant that he was bigger than anything I had ever seen.

I couldn't help but gulp.

In the next moment, something even more staggering showed itself. Anthony actually loosened his pants and began to pleasure himself.

I gasped at the sight of the real thing. He was huge, dark, and thick. How could any woman handle something that size? Would they even survive it?

When Anthony saw how my eyes were fixed on his shaft, his eyes turned completely red. Then, he actually crept into the room.

As I watched his tall figure loom closer and closer to me, I panicked slightly. What was he doing?

Then, I felt a pair of hands resting gently on my knees. Oh, my goodness. I couldn't believe how bold he actually was.

Those calloused hands slowly traveled up my thighs, stimulating waves of tremors down my body. Part of me wanted to struggle, but his feather-like touch was just too comfortable. The unbearable throb down there quickly took over my entire body.

I had to admit it—in that moment, he had me.

I instinctively squeezed my legs tighter. But in a sudden, forceful move, he spread my legs wide apart and ate—

In an instant, a blinding white light exploded behind my eyes. The intertwining mix of forbidden thrill and pleasure struck me to the core.

My entire body spasmed, and my eyes rolled back uncontrollably.

But before I could even catch my breath, I was suddenly yanked away from between Peter's legs. Anthony violently flipped me over, gripping my waist from behind and hoisting my hips up until I was forced into an embarrassing position on all fours.

Suddenly empty, Peter began searching for me urgently. But perhaps out of a man's primal instinct, he found me in a flash, burying himself in me once again.

Just like that, I was caught between both men. The upper half of my body was buried between Peter's thighs while my lower body was at the mercy of my father-in-law's tongue.

The intensity was unlike anything I had ever felt. I arched my back involuntarily, and I felt myself just melting away in pleasure.

I could feel both Peter's and Anthony's presence close to me, one in front and the other behind. A restless tension built in my body, leaving me feeling sore and overwhelmed.

Aware that I was too afraid to make a sound for fear of Peter noticing, Anthony grew bolder. He leaned in and caught my earlobe between his teeth.

Then, he murmured, "My son can't satisfy you, but I can."

As he said that, he hoisted my hips higher without warning. I heard the sound of a leather belt being unbuckled, and then I felt something warm and hard press up against me…