Two weeks had passed since my father-in-law took my virginity at my wedding reception. I hadn't seen him once since then. Jeff and I had been gone for a week to Hawaii. Jeff definitely inherited his father's gift for fucking. Today, in fact, I was lying in bed feeling the rosy afterglow of a mind-blowing orgasm. Jeff was gone to work, and I was experiencing the hum of complete satisfaction.

Or almost complete satisfaction. Jeff was a superior lover, but something in me craved the debasement Jeff's father could drive me to. I knew that what he had done to me on my wedding day was only the tip of the iceberg. He had walked away threatening to use me whenever he wanted me. A sudden thought struck me. Maybe he DIDN'T want me. What if I hadn't satisfied him the way he satisfied me? I shook myself. It didn't matter either way. 95% of me wanted to remain faithful to Jeff. I love Jeff. But that 5% that wanted his dad to fuck my brains out was an influential, persistent part of me.