Family Lust

His eyes lit up again when I walked back from the bathroom without them. He was having the time of his life.

Then I realised that his dirty mind was working overtime. Out came the cards.

"How about a game of strip poker, Lucy," He suggested.

"You are incorrigible," I scolded him, but the thought of playing made my heart thump with excitement. Walking around in my panties had made me feel really sexy and Walter couldn't have asked me at a better time.

"Come on...a bit of fun," while your clothes dry out," he said encouragingly, his face turning red at the thought of getting me naked.

Well it would be a quick game, I remember thinking. I would only have to lose 3 times and he would get his wish.

I should have said no, of course and been quite firm about it, too. But, I guess I must have hesitated a fraction too long before in the blink of an eye he had dealt out the cards. He was getting his own way again.

"Please, Lucy," he said desperately. "What have you got?"

He wanted me to pick up the cards, because, as soon as I did so, the game and all its consequences would continue. I knew I was starting out from a bad position wearing so little, but, I found myself picking up the cards anyway.

To be honest, I didn't even fully understand the intricacies of poker and relied on Walter to decide who had won each hand. He probably knew I didn't have a clue and maybe that's why I seldom won. But I must admit, I enjoyed the stripping part, especially, if it was me doing the stripping.

It was a losing hand for me, of course, that first hand, just as he had hoped for and what I knew it would be. Now there was no way out for me. I had gambled and lost so off must come my blouse. It was as simple as that...It was madness, what was I doing? I even stood up so that he had an unrestricted view of me.

But, deep down, I knew I wanted to do it. It was so very exciting in a dirty sort of way.

So, slowly and seductively, I unfastened the buttons of my blouse and off it came. Now I was down to bra and panties.

I saw Walter lick his lips as he looked at my cleavage and all the rest of the naked flesh on display.

His trembling hands dealt out the cards again, face up, but I didn't even look at them. I was already reaching behind to unclasp the bra. "You've lost again" he whispered, unnecessarily, as he watched my tits bounce free from their harness. I didn't even check the cards. I knew what I had to do.

"Wow! Lucy, what a pair of tits you have," exclaimed Walter, positively drooling at the mouth, as he licked his lips and stepped closer to inspect them.

"No Walter," I said holding up my hand in a stop position.

Instead, he dealt out another round of cards. He was anxious to see the game out to its conclusion.

Now there were just my panties...and I couldn't wait to take them off. I didn't care about the cards now, they were irrelevant. My eyes were fixed on him looking at my body. I wanted him to see all of me now. I wanted to be naked in front of him and see that lust and admiration in his eyes. Those sinful episodes, when I had stood naked before the full length bedroom mirror had conditioned me for it.

My throat went dry as the sexual implications of what I was doing washed over me. Half my brain was screaming at me to stop now and retain some respect and dignity, but, deep down, I knew I couldn't stop. The slut in me was enjoying herself too much. Besides, there was an atmosphere of lust so thick in the room now that I could feel it taking control.

As he dealt the cards, I was already exposing my sex by letting my panties drop down my smooth slender legs. Then I was stepping out of them and posing sexily for him.

"Jesus, Lucy," he gasped as his greedy eyes raked my body but settling fixatedly on my mostly shaved vagina. His wildest fantasy was coming true.

I continued to stand there defiantly with legs apart. I knew I had a good body and was proud to show it off. Let him have a good look, what the hell. It was the best sexual thrill I'd had for weeks.

"Let's play a last hand," he said his voice thick with lust. "And if I win, I get to have you"

My eyes widened at his outrageous suggestion. But then again I was standing naked in front of him. In his eyes it was a natural progression. Get this naked girl upstairs and fuck her...

I was about to say something, finally, to draw the line in the sand. "In your dreams Walter," or something like that, when a noise from outside brought me firmly to my senses. It was the sound of a car door slamming. Someone was about to interrupt us.

"Shit!" cursed Walter, because he knew he had been seconds away from walking me naked up those stairs.

Quickly, I bent down to retrieve my panties, bra and blouse. Then, I scampered to the bathroom as Walter watched, fascinated. It wasn't every day that a naked young woman ran past him in his own house with his wife in bed upstairs. Breathing a sigh of relief as I locked the door, I put my things back on, trousers included. Then I brushed my hair, checked my makeup and leisurely made my way back to see who had interrupted us. Surprisingly, it was my own husband who had called to take me home.

"You're early," I said.

On the way home, I felt quite deflated. Mike's premature arrival was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over me. I was back in the boring routine of my life with a husband who had no interest in naughty goings on, or the kind of inappropriate behaviour that Walter and I had been up to this afternoon.

After we had our meal, Mike retired to his study and worked on a presentation he was going to give to a bunch of prospective clients. Work was all he thought about. I could have put on the sexiest outfit I had in my wardrobe and he would have waved me away. Since the day of our marriage, he had changed a lot.

Mike was a sound sleeper and nothing seemed to bother him once he fell asleep. To be fair, he worked long hours and he was usually tired in the evenings. That night while he was asleep, I went downstairs to the kitchen and lit a cigarette. Then, with alms folded across my short nightie, I gazed out at the starry sky while I thought about my day. Also, I couldn't help but think what would have happened up at the big house if Mike hadn't come along when he did. Would I have been able to hold Walter off for very much longer? I closed my eyes and imagined him chasing me around the house and finally cornering me in one of the rooms. Naked, vulnerable and defenceless I would have been an easy prey to his lust. As I thought about that, my fingers strayed idly to my pussy. Ten minutes later I had my first orgasm for some considerable time.

October 5th 2019

Walter was as good as gold as he started me off on my driving lessons. He was very professional about it. It took about three sessions before I got used to the big car and another two before he allowed me to take it on a proper road. Hitherto, we had just stuck to an abandoned airfield. We had been accompanied by various members of the family up to that point. All of whom offered advice and opinions, which wasn't really helping at all. In the end, Walter put his foot down and insisted he should be my sole instructor. He was very good at it and I felt my confidence growing to the point that I should submit my application for a test.

As we drove along, Walter would call out my instructions...turn left, turn right, go round the roundabout etc. And I just complied. As we drew to the end of my eighth lesson, he gave me fresh instructions. I was concentrating too hard on doing the manoeuvres satisfactorily to notice we were heading down a secluded lane... "Turn left," he said finally and we were all alone among the trees. There was nobody anywhere near and it was very quiet as Walter got me to switch off the engine.

Then Walter shocked me by unzipping himself and producing his massive erection.

"Walter, what are you doing?" I protested, but, deep down I knew it would come to this eventually; it had just been a matter of time. In truth, I had been amazed he had kept his distance for so long.

"Look love" he told me quietly, "I've been sitting in this car for half a dozen lessons now, watching you drive around in short skirts or tight pants and I've had a painful hard-on for most of the time. So, in a way it's your fault.

Anyway," he argued, "it's not as if you haven't seen it before, is it?"

I looked down at my skirt and saw it was riding high up my thighs. On this warm evening, I wasn't wearing stockings, but, my legs were nicely tanned and looked good. No wonder Walter had been ogling them.

"Show me your panties," he ordered. And, suddenly, and before I could think, I found myself tucking my skirt up higher so he could see them. Why I did it, I'll never know, but, I suppose with carrying out his instructions in the car for the past couple of hours, I obeyed him automatically. Anyway, whether he had expected me to do it or not, his eyes widened in excitement, as he moved across and ran his hand all the way up the inside of my thigh.

Meanwhile his other hand was up the back of my blouse successfully unclipping my bra.

"Walter No," I protested at his determined sexual assault on my body, but, I could see he was not going to stop anytime soon. And, I knew that my attempts to push him away were getting nowhere. He may have been over 50, but he was a strong man. Suddenly, I had visions of him getting his way with me right there in the car and I had foolishly led him on by showing my panties. Somehow, I just had to stop him. I saw his throbbing cock and said the first thing that came into my head. "Walter, stop...and...and...I'll give you a blowjob," I trilled.

That stopped him dead in his tracks as he gawped greedily at my suggestion.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked out of the window. At least, I had stopped him for the moment. Then I thought about what I had just offered to do? What was I thinking about? But, in my defence I knew that the only way I was going to get out of this situation was to appease his sexual lust. It was just a question of coming to terms with my desperate offer and getting on with it.

"You can have a ciggy afterwards," he said, helpfully. "I've got some with me."

I bit my lip and looked around. He had certainly picked a quiet spot, give him credit for that. But can I betray my husband, his son, to do this very personal sexual act? I should have said NO and stubbornly fold my arms, but, now that I had foolishly suggested it, there was no way he was going to let me off the hook.

When he was ready, I brushed my hair away from my face and leaned over, my lips widening to take in the bulbous head of his manhood, just like a council estate slut.

I had done blow jobs before, of course, in my younger days, but, taking my father-in-law's cock in my mouth was something else. Anyway, I did my best for him, using a practised and successful technique.

Walter just leaned back in his seat and groaned in ecstasy as I sucked slow and deep. Despite the circumstances, I began to enjoy my work. I liked his big hard cock, I liked it a lot. It was beginning to grow on me. And, after all, I had played with it before. I thought it was such a beautiful specimen and it certainly put my own man's penis in the shade.

"Oh Jesus, Lucy, that is sooooo good," he panted. "You bring joy to my life."

His appreciative words seemed to spur me to greater efforts. I took him in deeper and sucked harder while he stroked my hair and moaned in ecstasy. He held out for only a minute more before his thick spunk gushed down my throat and I gagged and swallowed hard. Walter had insisted upon it, "Swallow every drop."

I knew as I did so that a line had been crossed in our father-in-law, daughter-in-law relationship and there would be no going back.

October 10th, 2019

I was bending down over the back of my washing machine, when a voice that I had tried so hard to avoid, whispered in my ear.

"Do you know that I have fantasies catching you bending over in precisely this kind of position?"

I gasped in shock as alarm bells sounded in my head. It was my randy father-in-law and foolishly I had left the back door open, thus allowing him access to the kitchen and catch me unawares. The combined noise of the washing machine and my little radio had combined to prevent me hearing him come into the house. I had been avoiding him every day for the past week, since what had happened after the driving lesson. I kept my front door permanently locked. Now, I had been unbelievably careless on washing day and he had managed to get into the house and catch me on my own. I knew I was in big trouble.

Desperately, I tried to stand up straight, but, he was having none of it as he pressed my shoulder down with his left hand. All I could do was turn my head to see that with his other hand he was casually pulling up my dress at the back to expose me from the waist down. I imagined him getting a right eyeful of everything I had, because, this silly girl had not bothered to put her panties on that morning.

"Well, well ...you naughty girl, what have we got here," he chuckled as his eager hand roamed across my bare buttocks.

"No...please Walter...you mustn't," I pleaded, red faced with shame at his discovery that I was pantyless. But, at the same time, I could practically feel his lust and knew that he wasn't going to stop. Not when he had such a golden opportunity. And just then, belatedly, I tried to close my legs, but, he had no intention of allowing me to do that. Instead, his knee and feet forced them even wider apart thus exposing my vagina to his exploring fingers.

"You fucking tease," he growled "you are going to get it this time..."

"Oh no," I cried helplessly, but, knew that the situation was getting out of control. I had to think of something fast, anything, to stop him and gain some respite. And it had to be good. I knew from experience that normal threats didn't work.

"I'll do a striptease for you," I offered, desperately ...

That stopped him and just him time, he backed off to consider my offer. Obviously, he liked it. He liked it a lot.

"Will you take everything off?" He demanded. "Go completely naked?

"Yes," I promised. It was either that or being ravaged. At least it seemed that way at the time.

"No cheating mind," he said firmly. "It's got to be sexy and slow and with the full Monty. I want a nice long look"

"Alright," I conceded, submissively, biting my lip and wondering if I had jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

Then, as he settled himself on our sofa, I went upstairs, wondering what I was going to put on and take off again.

Once upstairs, I sat on the bed numb with shock. What in God's name had I just agreed to do? I had just voluntarily agreed to strip naked, again, for my own father-in-law. I shook my head in disbelief at my own actions. Was I mad? Then I thought about the alternative that I had so narrowly avoided downstairs in the kitchen and realised that, in reality, I had taken the only action that I could have to avoid being ravaged. Or, was I just trying to convince myself.

Opening my wardrobe, I debated what to wear before changing my mind several times and settling for the sexy thigh high boots Walter had bought me, which I had never actually worn outside of the bedroom. Then I rummaged in my drawer and produced the expensive necklace I got from him for my birthday present. I put it on, then turning to the mirror, I posed naked. It was the way I had always fantasised about posing for him. Instinctively, I knew that it would blow Walter's mind if he saw me like this.

Then to my horror in the mirror I saw him appear in the doorway behind me and I had no chance to change into something else.

"Walter!" I gasped in surprise. "You promised to wait downstairs"

"I promised nothing" he hissed.

"God you look incredible," he continued, his eyes blazing with lust.

"No" I said desperately, as he closed in on me. But, I knew he was in control and I felt my knees go weak. Then he had his hands on my hips and firmly directing me towards the bed.

"Oh Lucy," he growled.

In the end, I went quietly to my fate. After all, it had been coming for several months now and deep down I must confess that I wanted the sex as much as he did. He was in control as he supervised me taking off my thigh high boots. He allowed me to keep the necklace on. I suppose it was a symbol of his lust for me.

Then his eager hands were all over me, "making up for lost time" as he put it. "We should have been doing this months ago, ever since my 50th birthday party." He told me. Then he went on kissing and fondling every inch of my naked body. I thought he would never stop.

He had conveniently forgotten that I was his son's wife. Even so, he was intent on fucking me and

he soon accomplished that as he guided his stiff cock into my wet pussy. Finally, he had nailed me.

Then all the lust that he had been building up for the two of us erupted into a frenzy of unbridled fucking. He shagged me remorselessly as my legs spread wide in defeat. his cock penetrating into my sex, ramming in and out, in and out...Our union sealed as, after several minutes of intense love-making, we orgasmed simultaneously.

God he must have gone through me about 3 or 4 times that morning, I think he must have swallowed several Viagra tablets to accomplish that impressive performance. After all, I had to remember he was 50 years old. As it was, his 25 year old daughter-in-law surrendered unconditionally to his sexual demands.

After that, he calmed down and revelled in his sexual conquest. Later, he was intent on making plans to meet for sex and progress our new affair. In the weeks and months that followed, things really heated up. We started to meet often to have sex. In the back of his big range rover, hotel rooms and even at his house with his wife upstairs. It just got more and more frantic.

So far, it has been sexually exhilarating, but, I dread the day when our secret affair is revealed, because, then, inevitably, all hell will break loose.

THE END

Family Obsession

I remember, very well, the day of my father-in-law's 50th birthday. It was a sunny day in early June, 2016, and it was quite a party with no expense spared. He owned a big house, in its own grounds, on the outskirts of Chelmsford. An ideal setting for the big event. I knew it was going to be something special because everyone who was anyone seemed to be there. As well as every member of his extended family, there were friends and business colleagues as well.

For the occasion, Walter (that's his name) had hired a marquee and a small army of caterers. The excellent birthday lunch, was served up with plenty of bottles of top class wine and champagne. It was a beautiful sunny day and we all sat around big tables which had been set out with our name tags. I'll be quite truthful and tell you that I had been looking forward to it for quite some time. I had bought an expensive summer dress and other accessories and I felt really special, as I walked in on my husband's arm. My dress was a bit on the short side, and, I remember feeling a bit self-conscious, knowing that in comparison to the other ladies, I was showing an eyeful of long tanned leg. However, a couple of glasses of white wine later, I felt relaxed and happy and forgot about my clothing faux pas. For me, life had never been better. I had been invited, of course, because, I was married to Mike, his second son.

I was 24 at the time and had been married for less than a year. In case you're wondering, Walter was a very successful businessman who owned his own company. At the time of my marriage to Mike, I had been reliably informed that his old man was a millionaire several times over, and, from what I could see of their possessions and lifestyle, I could understand the truth of that. And, to be fair to Walter, he had helped us considerably, in buying us a nice three bedroom house on a nearby private estate and giving my husband, Mike, an excellent job in the family business. As a result, we had an affluent lifestyle, along with Mike's other brother, John, and his wife Eva, who also worked in the company.