I can tell you the exact moment the seed of betrayal implanted itself in my mind. It was during Christmas dinner at the beach house where we were all staying. Wearing my festive red sweater dress, I had done my best to play the role of perfect wife. I was nauseating in my attempts to flatter Kelly, my mother-in-law. Though I heaped praise on every dish she'd prepared, she merely gave me a withering smile in return. I was...

In the days that followed, I waited to hear from Gordon. Of course, I was in his contacts, just as he was in mine, and it would have taken him only seconds to reach out. My in-laws lived fifteen minutes from me and Julian, so Gordon could have easily stopped by. But as the new year approached, I feared he regretted what we'd done at the beach house. Again and again, I told myself I hadn't imagined the blatant hunger on hi...

My father-in-law drew back the covers and then laid me down on that king-sized bed. After joining me, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slid the undergarment down my legs. When our eyes met, he offered me a surprisingly tender smile. Though I sometimes ached for him to play the role of caring father figure, I was too worked up for that now. So I squeezed my tits and fondled my nipples. I licked my...

Of course, I understood Gordon and I couldn't see each other very often. It wasn't every day that a man could clear his afternoon schedule in order to fuck his daughter-in-law at a hotel. But he let me know I was never far from his mind. We communicated via encrypted messages, trying to cover our tracks as much as possible. It pleased me to be at the forefront of his thoughts, whether it was early morning or late in the e...

Unlike Gordon, I felt little remorse from our deception. After all, I'd purposely set out to seduce my father-in-law. But even as our relationship steered into deeper, more treacherous waters, shame eluded me. I figured that prior to our affair, Gordon had considered himself an honorable man, and a good husband and father. But me? I'd never made much effort to convince myself of my own decency. Maybe a flawed character wa...

Celebrating Valentine's Day proved tricky when one was having an affair. The holiday was never meant to be divided between two lovers. So Gordon and I decided to meet a few days beforehand. Once again, he cleared his afternoon schedule and made a reservation at the nearby hotel. I dressed ridiculously for the weather, choosing a pink babydoll dress, nude thigh-highs, and white stiletto heels. Of course, my Burberry coat w...