The Mighty Father‑in‑Law

"Stop it, Dad! I'm your daughter-in-law!"

Ever since my husband fails to get his willy up due to an accident, I keep bawling my eyes in the middle of the night.

My father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, climbs into my bed at midnight out of sympathy toward me.

"Natalie, you'll only hurt yourself if you keep using those toys. Here, let me help you."

After that, he lifts my legs roughly.

My name was Natalie Horne, a recently-married young woman with a high libido. Despite my innocent-looking face, I had a figure way hotter than young supermodels.

My 36E figure and alluring curves were my husband, Peter Clarke's, favorite indulgence—he could never keep his hands off me at night.

Unfortunately, a traffic accident left Peter blind and an invalid, and he was practically useless in bed now. Not only did he struggle to get hard, but even if he could get it up, he only lasted a few seconds.

Sometimes, he couldn't even get it in.

As time passed, I no longer expected anything from him at all. With nowhere to release my pent-up desires, I had no choice but to secretly rely on the toys I purchased online.

Peter could also sense my growing indifference toward him, but he simply assumed I was just too tired out from caring for him. Thus, he suggested that we get his father, a farmer from the countryside, to come over and share the burden with me.

The next afternoon, my father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, arrived by public transport. He showed up in a white shirt and a straw hat, looking every bit like a hardworking farmer from the countryside.

He had an innocent and honest face, but his body told a different story. His arms were thick and muscular, his tanned skin radiating masculinity.

Despite his loose pants, there was no hiding the massive package he had underneath.

Just looking at him made me blush. It wasn't until Peter called out to me that I snapped back to my senses.

I prepared a feast for Anthony for dinner. He said he enjoyed every bit of it, and he thanked me for staying by his son's side and for being a good daughter-in-law.

After dinner, I went to help Peter wash up and tuck him into bed. When I returned to the dining area, I realized that Anthony had not only cleared the entire dining table, but he had even done all the dishes.

Surprised by his kindness, I felt a surge of warmth in my heart. So, I decided to make a cup of hot tea for him as a gesture of gratitude.

However, when I brought the tea back out, I saw him entering the bathroom. Panic washed over me instantly. But before I could call out to him to stop him, he had already locked the door behind him.

My face flushed red with embarrassment immediately. It was all over for me now. I was certain he'd seen everything.

I was the kind