Even though my father-in-law was a stepson, he loved me very much and wouldn’t put dust on me. I would later realize that the interest he felt in me was much different than the interest a father-in-law felt in his daughter-in-law. My husband was five years older than me. He had a somewhat passive, passive personality. He didn’t interfere in anything, he didn’t object to anything I did, he struggled to do everything I wanted… Maybe that’s why I agreed to marry him.

I liked the fact that there was someone I could pass my word to, who wouldn’t crush me, who wouldn’t suppress me. I wanted to get rid of the pressures and restrictions I saw in my own family as soon as possible, get married and be comfortable.

I was able to find out after I got married. My husband’s passivity was not only against me. The death of his father when he was a small child, the harshness, discipline and beatings of the stepfather brought home by his mother had affected his personality at the age of development. Together with her mother, who was a quiet woman, she became a timid, cowardly person who could not break her stepfather’s word, could not resist. Like my flight from my family, he saw our marriage as a haven of refuge for me.

We could not go to separate houses due to financial situation. We were all living together in his family’s house, which was quite spacious. My father-in-law’s authority, which not only revealed itself to me, but whose presence was felt, his sovereignty prevailed in every decision about the family inside the house.

After dinner was eaten, our bedroom, where we retreated at night, where we could stay alone, was like our liberated zone for my husband… we would make love and talk until we fell asleep in bed.

He used to tell me about his stepfather’s deeds, his torments. And I would be amazed at what he told, amazed. I couldn’t believe the things my handsome father-in-law did, even though he looked tough, who treated me like a princess.

My husband’s biggest passion was my feet. For some reason, he loved my feet. Especially during the time we were engaged, when I was making love to her without going too far, she was constantly taking care of my feet. At first, he was a little strange to me, but later I got used to it, just like his other habits.

I can even say that I liked the way he got on my feet, licked my nail polish toenails and fingers for minutes, put them in his mouth one by one and sucked them while I was squirming for consensual sex.

Of course, it was useful for him to have an orgasm by loving my feet without breaking my virginity, and to comfort me with oral sex… the same habit continued after marriage. Summer or winter, my legs in socks, my feet in nail polish were his indispensable foreplay. He lifted up his not too big manhood like this and played with my feet for minutes

He was kneeling in front of me, licking, licking with his tongue like a puppy. After he made me caress his dick between my feet, which he soaked Decently, it was my turn to come to what I wanted. Well, I liked what I’m lying about… my husband, having a man kneel in front of me, being able to give him orders, following the orders I gave like a dog…

He was lying on the floor, making me pull him up on him with my sock feet, pressing him down, crushing him. As his wet tongue wandered around my toes, I was already passing out… after all, when I couldn’t stand it, he came inside me, he could satisfy me.

Months passed like this. I was used to marriage now, to my husband, to his family. One night my wife was very late, everyone had gone to bed at home. I was sitting in the living room in my nightgown waiting for my husband. My father-in-law came into the hall before my husband arrived and sat down opposite me. We started chatting. The topic of the conversation we started out of thin air changed and then…

The nightgown on me was a little short. My legs were on the square, and since there was a lot of cleavage, almost half of my breasts were out. His eyes were hovering over me like a bird of prey. I couldn’t get up to interrupt you, and no matter how much I pulled on my short nightgown, I couldn’t cover my nakedness.

He opened the conversation. He started telling me how stupid, wimp his son was. I didn’t make much sense of these words at first. But then he changed the subject and suddenly started talking about me.

He was telling me that I was a very beautiful, nice, sexy woman and that he found in me all the features he was looking for in a woman. God, I couldn’t believe my ears. Even if I was a stepson, he would talk about my sexiness to my face without hesitation… I was shocked, I froze, I couldn’t say anything.

He was wearing a tracksuit. And there was a huge swell in front of him… he was showing me this lump the size of a big cucumber and stroking it like he was poking me in the eye. Even though I tried to avert my eyes and not look, it wasn’t like I couldn’t be looked at. As if fascinated, my eyes were going to a man’s place.

I finally got up, half naked in my nightgown, and ran to my room. I closed my door and leaned back gasping. My face was red, I couldn’t breathe. When I calmed down a little, I threw myself on the bed. After a while, my husband came and went to bed.

All night, with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, I didn’t blink while my husband was snoring next to me. What my father-in-law said was ringing in my ears, his eyes that looked at me with appetite and desire, his fluff the size of an eggplant almost did not go out of my sight.

I couldn’t tell my husband anything about that night. Unfortunately, since we work in the same place, I had to be with him all day. After that day, my father-in-law started to squeeze me a little more every chance he found. He was practically lying and watching me. In the morning of the nights when my husband and I had sex, he smiled meaningfully, meaningfully, in the evening, as if he was trying to explain that he was watching us, brought a punduna and talked insinuating sexual things to me…

“Don’t try to slacken off just because I’m tired.” she says, and then she holds out her finger to me and alludes to my husband’s really not very big organ, “You’re a woman like a mare. I know that such a little tool can’t tire you out,” he was saying.

When I heard these insinuating words, my face flushed with shame. My father-in-law was laughing uproariously when he saw my flushed face. From time to time he was telling me how much he loved me. He was talking about how he would do anything to be with me. He ignored the almost twenty-year age difference between us, Decrying me as his bride.

After a while, I was madly glad when my husband was transferred to another city. I was so happy to get rid of my father-in-law, the hellish life he made me live, forced me to endure in silence. My appointment from the status of a spouse was made to the same city, and we immediately left their house.

It was almost like we had started everything all over again in the new city… Now we were alone with my husband in our house and we were going to live the way we wanted. It wasn’t that I didn’t think about my father-in-law Decently every once in a while… it was as if I wasn’t the one who lived in fear for months…

Sometimes when I was having sex with my husband, I was closing my eyes, imagining the puffiness in front of my father-in-law in front of my eyes. I was dreaming of him instead of my husband who was walking around on top of me, I was establishing that what was inside me was his big dick.

Like my husband’s foot fetish, this was my secret, my fantasy that I couldn’t tell my husband. I was ecstatic with these dreams, I was passing out. And my poor husband thinks he’s the one who made me this way, supposedly he was proud of his manhood, even though he didn’t tell me.

Oh, if he only knew… that I wasn’t satisfied with what he gave me… That I turned around and slept after he came, closed my eyes and fondled myself… What dreams I had while my husband was snoring next to me… That the hands stroking my breasts, crotch on my nightgown were the hands of my father-in-law… What porn movies I was making while fingering my pussy clitoris…

If only he knew how I was shaking in our old house, trying not to wake up my husband, biting my lips, trying not to make a sound, reaching orgasm with scenarios in which my father-in-law, who was squeezing me all over the house, forcibly raped me, fucked me in all kinds of positions, moaned under me … biting my lips, biting my lips, trying not to wake up my husband…

Six months had passed Dec. One evening I was shocked when my husband told me that his stepfather was coming to town for a job and was staying with us. God, the nightmare was starting… I wished in my heart that he had forgotten everything.

The fantasies I had at night were just to have an orgasm, they belonged to me. In real life, I was scared of such things… my father-in-law’s squeezing me, his fucking looks, his sexual innuendo, I was sweating with fear when I thought about it.

The next evening they came with my husband. In fact, the bunch of flowers in her hand was enough to make me forget what had happened between us. Dec. He treated me like a gentleman at dinner, made my face red by sorting out compliments that I didn’t deserve one after another. While we were drinking our coffee after dinner, he told me that he had also brought me a gift. He took a small box out of his pocket and told me

When he handed it over saying, ”A small gift to my only bride,” my heart seemed to stop from excitement. There was a small chain in the box. When I wanted to put the chain on my wrist, he blocked me,

”No, no… This is the anklet… You will wear it on your ankle,” he asked my husband to help me. As my husband knelt in front of me and put the chain on my ankle with trembling hands, I felt a strange excitement cover me and my bottom was getting wet. I stammered,

“I don’t know how to thank you!…” while trying to say, he told me with a strange twinkle in his eyes that I remember from months ago,

”You know how to say thank you,” he said. Then he turned to my husband, who could not take his eyes off my feet, and said, “How, did the anklet look good on my bride’s beautiful foot?” he asked.

“E… Yes…“ my husband stammered, swallowing… “It looks very good, it’s very beautiful.” then he became rigid and tried to hide his organ, which was visible from the front of his pants, with his hands. He’s been staring at my anklet all evening.

Why, then when we entered our bedroom, my husband immediately knelt down in front of me, started licking my chained foot. And then we made love like crazy. He finished his work early as usual and fell asleep, so I went into the bathroom.