
With my husband away for work from 9 to 6, I’m left alone with my father-in-law. My marriage is dead, and my husband’s strict routine leaves no room for intimacy. When my father-in-law catches me masturbating, he drops the facade and claims me for himself. What started as a secret shame quickly turns into a daily, insatiable routine of pleasure. My body, starved for affection, now craves his touch more than anything, leading me down a path of forbidden, sweaty obsession.