Hi,

To be honest, I feel like crap about this entire thing. I'm stuck though. There is no way I can confess and move on with my husband because it would wreck him and the relationship he has with his family.

After we had been married for only just over 6 months our financial world fell apart. I lost my job due to the company downsizing and a month later my husband lost his for the same reason. We worked at the same company and is where we met a few years earlier. We went through our meager savings and did all we could to find employment. All plans for a family were put on a back burner as were basically any plans we had made for us. We were broke. We signed up for food stamps and while they did keep us fed, we had nothing to cover our mortgage or just everyday expenses. Fortunately, my husbands Father would step in and help us out. My parents had no way of helping.

We spent five months looking for employment before my husband finally found something, With our former company downsizing and it being the largest employer in the area, there were a lot of people looking for jobs. He found one at the hospital doing janitorial work. It was at least full time and would have insurance after a couple months of working there. Fortunately, it was the day shift. Unfortunately, it didn't pay much over minimum wage with a raise to come after ninety day prohibition period. Still, it was income we didn't have and appreciated it.

My Father in Law is not a poor man and was very smart during his life with savings and investments. He is a widower after losing his wife to an automobile accident before I even met my husband. The settlement from life insurance and the suit brought against the guilty driver pretty much set him for life. Thus the reason he retired at fifty. He is now 52 and trying to just enjoy life. Sure, he could have helped us more than he did but he believes in working for a living and instilled that into his son. My husband never felt right going to his father for any kind of help but did so from time to time and my father in law never refused to help us.

One weekend, seven months after me losing my job and my husband working for two months, we were invited to my father in law's house for a little cook out. He did this from time to time and it is always a welcome invitation for us. We sat around, had a few beers, FIL did some grilling, and just had a nice time out from any worries. FIL had a nice home, not that big but too big for just him. It was his home and he would never consider leaving it. As we were sitting around FIL asked how my job search was going. I explained that it wasn't going well at all. I get call backs but then mostly hear nothing after that. Very disappointing I told him. How about this, he mentions. Now I know you are a secretary and I have heard a damn good one, how about looking at something I can offer you. My husband pops his head higher and ask, dad, what jobs could you offer? You don't have anything to do with any business. Well, my FIL tells him, I have my own business and that is keeping up this house and it's gardens your mother loved so much. That is my business and frankly, I could use some help with it all. Really, I asked, just what is the job? Basically cleaning and taking care of the flowers is all. I'll pay you $50.00 a day every day you work. Not sure you will be needed every day but that will give you some time to keep looking for a job somewhere. I looked at my husband. His eyes were lit up with approval. I looked at my FIL and told him, I do know how to clean a home and I do like flowers, so I think I would be interested. Great he said. Of course, you never know what else I'll need being taken care of around here so if duties increase I will increase any pay. My husband looks at his father and tells him how nice it is that he has made such an offer and how much it would help us out. My pleasure he answered back. It's a job not a handout. Husband said he understood.

On Monday I arrived by 8:00 AM and asked where all the cleaning supplies were. FIL showed them too me and then showed me where the gardening supplies were located. With that information in hand, off I went to fulfill my duties. I stopped for some lunch FIL had prepared at noon and before one was back at it. I was finished with everything by 2:30 PM. FIL commented how nice everything looked but if I worked like that every time I was there he wouldn't need me too many days. he said just come tomorrow and just see what you can find to do. I said I would and he handed me $50.00. I got home and placed it on the table. When my husband got home I showed it to him. He was thrilled. I told him what his father said about everything looking so good i may not be needed every day but to come back tomorrow and just see what I could find to do. My husband told me maybe I should slow down and stretch it out a bit. I laughed, he laughed and we had a nice evening.

Next day I was back at 8:00 AM. FIL tells me he was glad he didn't scare me off. I laughed at that and told him I didn't think he could ever do that. I went to work but started in the garden so I could avoid the later days heat. After finishing I went to clean up before starting in the house to see what I could find. FIL told me I could use the shower in the hallway if I wanted to take a shower. It was hot and I probably did smell so I accepted. He pointed out the linen closet where the towels were kept. Off I went. The shower felt nice and when I finished and dried off, I still had my sweaty clothes to get back into so it probably didn't help much. I got dressed and was going to take my towel down to the laundry when I walked past the bedrooms and seem my FILs door was partly opened. Normally all the doors were kept closed so I stepped in and grabbed the door knob to close it when I seen my FIL sitting on the edge of the bed facing me but hadn't looked up to actually see me. He was naked from the waist down and masturbating. OK, he is only 52 and his wife has been gone for quite some time. I never heard of him dating so I guess this would be expected behavior. He looked up and sees me. Tries to cover his erection with a hand but actually, one hand wasn't enough to hide him. Oh, I said. I'm really sorry but I seen the door was opened a little and I was going to close it. He looks right at me and says, no problem. I forgot you were in the bathroom and, well, you know, nature called. I understand I said. Really, he asked back. Sure I said, you need release just like anyone would need it. Thank you he told me and dropped the hand that was covering his erection. It was still quite erect and yes, I did look at it. It was bigger than his sons. My FIL then surprised me. Well, if you understand, how about helping me? I can't do that I told him. I'm married to your son. I promise I will never tell a soul, he replies. I will know, I replied and you would know. Yes, he tells me, we will but that is where it stops. Just us.

My FIL asked that I come closer and I did but still keeping over an arms length away. Listen, he explains. I haven't been touched by any Woman since my wife died. It's only been me, myself, and I and frankly, I could really use a Woman's touch just because I know it would feel so good. Please, come closer he asked. I took a step closer and frankly, I was looking at his erection more than i looked at his face and I think he read that as me being interested. Touch it, he directed. Please, give me some stimulation I haven't had in years. Oh shit, I stepped the rest of the way forward and put my hand around it. He groaned and laid back on the bed. His legs from the knees down hanging over the side. His erection now standing straight up in my hand. Make it cum, he almost demanded. I started sliding my hand down it but it wasn't slippery and it was hard to slide. I spit on my hand and on his erection and that made it easier. I just stroked it and before much time passed, he moaned, groaned, and jerked as cum came rushing out of him. It didn't shoot far, maybe six or so inches but it sure came out with force. He closed his eyes and I walked away leaving him to himself. I went back to the bathroom and washed my hands. I went down stairs and started cleaning thinking about what I just did for him. God, I hope he was telling the truth that no one would ever know. I guess that a one time thing is not too bad. It seemed he needed it.

FIL came down the steps and found me in the kitchen. He came up to me and told me thank you. I said, you're welcome. Not sure why I did you but I did and now it is our secret. Right? Very much so, he replied. He handed me some cash and I told him I wasn't finished yet. He told me it wasn't for cleaning, it was for the attention I was willing to give him. It was $25.00. I told him I'm not a whore. Oh my, he relied, I would think not but I did agree to pay extra for any additional services I needed and this was an additional service. He made it sound like a job. I put the money in my pocket. The rest of the day went on as normal. Cleaning and lunch at noon. About 3:00 PM I finished whit what i could find and announced I was leaving. He handed me another $50.00 for the day.

When I arrived home again I placed the $50.00 on the table for my husband to see. I did not put the $25.00 there because I just couldn't come up with a good excuse for it. I put it in my drawer under my clothes. My husband never goes there. I would need to figure out how to slip this money into the every day money. For now, it will stay hidden. When my husband arrived home he again seen the money. He was happy. Asked me if his father was behaving? I asked why he would ask that? Of course he is behaving. Just joking was his reply.

The next morning I remembered that I had never asked if I was to come to the house that day or not. I gave FIL a call to ask and he said if I wanted to come, I could. He was sure there were things that needed attention. I was totally thinking in the house. He wasn't I guess. When I arrived he was waiting for me. He starts right in with how much he appreciated what i did. How I made him feel like twenty years old. Then, as he turned around to walk out of the room to let me get to work, he adds that he can't wait till later for more. Wait, I somewhat yelled. What do you mean more? Yesterday was a favor, just for you. It didn't mean there would be more, I explained harshly. Oh, you don't want this job, he asked? Of course I want the job but it wasn't discussed that getting you off was part of it, I responded. I did say extra duties that would be rewarded separately, did I not, he states. Yeah, you did but you didn't say what, I answered. So, do you want the job or not, he asked forcefully? Not sure what you will explain to my son about quiting after giving me a handjob. Shit, shit, shit. No, I could never tell my husband why I quite and no other reason would probably be accepted. I would be turning my husband against his father and that would never be a good thing. I just couldn't think. OK, I said, just what do you mean by more later. We'll see, he tells me. We'll see how I feel, he continued. I just tried to do my work the rest of the morning all the while wondering what he had planned for me. We had lunch at noon again. I did the dishes and went to the shed to start with some gardening. When I opened the shed door, he was standing there.

Fully naked from head to toe he stood there waiting for me. I guess it could be worse and he was not in as good of shape as he kept himself. He was still a handsome man. He lifted up his soft dick and waved it at me. Suck my cock, he directed. What the hell. I walked up in front of him and dropped down to my knees. I took his dick in my hands and sucked it into my mouth. He immediately got hard and I could feel it growing towards my throat. I just started moving over his shaft, up and down. He leaned back against the wall and started moaning. I kept it going twisting my tongue around the tip/ His groans grew louder but he was not cumming. I deep throated him and gagged myself since he was bigger than my husband who I was used to. He really liked that but still would not cum. I reached up and took a hold of his balls. He tried to jerk back but I held on and started to lightly pull and squeeze them. He exploded. Such force that it hit the back of my throat and I actually had to swallow some which I normally do not do. He didn't seem to want to stop cumming but as soon as I released his balls, he settled down. He was winded and seemed to be ready to fall over. I stood up, spat what was left of his cum to the side and asked him if he was OK? My god yes, was his reply. I don't think I have ever had as good a blowjob in my life. No, I know I haven't because I have never cum with a blowjob. You my girl, are incredible. Not sure if I should thank him or tell him he is disgusting. I elected to thank him for the compliment. Don't thank me, you are the one with the great talent, he came back with. Where's your clothes I asked? Hanging over there he tells me pointing. I grab his clothes and we get him back into them. He heads off to the house and I to do some gardening. Before I left he hands me $85.00. Fifty for the day, thirty five for the good time as he put it. The money, it is good, my morals, not so much.

Next day wasn't much different than the previous one. This time I found him on the back porch laying on the lounge chair fully naked. No one can see him being the closest house is a few hundred yards away and he has trees and shrubs on his property line. This time the erection is back and it's being held straight up. Damn, I thought when guys got older the needs went down. This guy looks like he's ready every day. OK, I said, what is it today? Are you wearing panties, he asked me? Of course I am, came my reply. Good, take them off and give them to me. No way, I'm wearing pants and would have to take them off too. Listen, he says. Take off your panties and give them to me. There was a forcefulness in his voice. He wasn't actually asking, more of an order. If I do that I will be naked from my waist down, I replied. Exactly, he says. Now, give me your panties. I undo my pants and slip them down. I turn around so he can only see my butt. After getting them over my feet and removed, he orders me to face him. Asking is now gone replaced by orders. I turn and face him. Give me your panties he demands. I put a finger in each side and slip my panties off while he watches with great interest. I am now fully exposed from the waist down. Give them to me, he says. I walk over to him and hand him my panties. He immediately puts them tightly against his nose and takes a deep breath in through them. When he did that I could see his dick twitching like it was being tickled or something. He took another deep breath in and then another. His cock looked to be straining within itself. Veins popping out everywhere. I stood there and then felt his hand on my shaven pubes. I pulled back. He demanded I get closer and stand still. I moved a step back closer. He reached out again and with his fingers parted my labia and pushed a finger in me. You're nice and wet in there, aren't you he ask? I don't know I answered. Oh yes, you are very wet. That is so nice of you to get so wet for me. I said nothing and he kept slipping his finger in and out of me. I knew I was wet, I couldn't help being wet.

Keeping my panties against his nose he tells me to get on, his cock is wanting me. What I asked. Wrap that sweet pussy around my cock and fuck it, he tells me. I didn't move, I didn't want to fuck him. That was surely crossing some kind of forbidden line. Get you ass over here and start fucking my cock, now, he demanded. I know I teared up but I had to do what he said. I placed a leg on each side of his longer and lowered myself onto his dick. I slowly lowered onto his full length. I was hating myself but at the same time thought how good it felt filling me more that what I have had previously. I started working it back and forth, up and down. He smiled. Take off your shirt,he says. I unbutton my shirt and remove it. Your bra too, he adds. I do as I am told. I am now fully naked as well as him except for the panties he is holding to his nose. He reaches up and starts playing with my nipples that are hard now. He comments on how I am liking it from him. He ask, are you liking it? I mumble yes. Tell me how much you like it, he says. I just say I like it. He pinches my nipple hard. It hurt. Now, he says, tell me how much you like me in you. He starts to pinch the other nipple and I say oh yes, I love you in me. Tell me more, he demands. Oh god, you are the greatest and I love how you feel in me. Tell me you want me, he commands. I want you, I want you. He starts pinching my nipple again. I love how you feel. I want you. I really want you. Fuck me, fuck me good. I need you. Damn, the thing is, he did feel really good in there and I actually was enjoying it now that we are where we are. I start rocking and he is loving that. I lean forward and he is slipping in and out of me. I tighten the best I can and I knew he would be cuming. Don't cum in me, I said. I'm not protected. Ge grunts but leaves it in. I pull off him just as he starts shooting his cum. I don't think he had any intention of pulling out. Not good. He shoots on his belly and I get off and stand by his side. I reach down and grab his dick and make sure it's drained of every last bit. Not sure why but then I bent over and gave his dick head a little lick. I grabbed my panties from his face and got dressed. Problem was, I now wanted to get off too but it seems he hadn't put that in his plans. I made the way to the bathroom and pulled down my pants and panties. I sat on the toilet and give myself a good orgasm. I needed that right now.

End of the day, I get %100.00. 50 for the day, 50 for the fuck. It's Thursday and so far I have $200.00 for my normal work, and $115 for the extra services that I have hidden. There is one more day to go this week and now instead of thinking what I need to do for my normal work, I am wondering what he could be coming up with next. It ended up Friday wasn't so interesting. Just the normal work since he had to spend the day in town taking care of some errands. I only seen him for a few minutes in the morning before he left and for about 20 minutes after he got home. Even he said it was a shame he couldn't get home earlier and have some fun with me. Still, knowing there was no time, he still thought it fun playing with my breast and pussy outside my clothes. Teasing me mostly. When I finished up, he handed me $50.00 and thanked me for my outstanding work. Just as I was going out the door he stops me in my tracts. Oh, by the way, had lunch with my son today. You came up in the conversation. I turned around and demanded to know what was said. He laughed and said to stop worrying, our secret is still safe, for now. I wanted to know what he meant, for now? Oh, just saying, he tells me. You know, you keep me satisfied and we have an iron clad secret. I left without saying another word. Went home, put the fifty on the table. sat down and cried. I think this is the first time it really hit me that I was now my husband's wife and his father's slut sex slave. I am stuck with no way out.

It never stopped. This guy could get off one way or another every day of the week. Handjobs, blowjobs, full fucking, and anal every day, 5 days a week. Always a different place around the house or outside the house. In the shower, on the toilet, on the bathroom or any room floor, the bed, the vanity, the closet, the kitchen table, the kitchen counter, on the washer, the dryer, the freezer, where ever he felt like it. Most days he never even dresses any more but always expected to be right there when he desires. He ask nothing any more. It is all commands. I do as he commands. Even when he decided that two of his close friends, one single and one married should join him with a little gang bang of me. Now, it is at least one of these guys every week visiting the house and FIL just lets them do as they please with me. Of course, they all leave the cash. One of the nicer things is that now I get my pussy eaten of a good finger job on my clit so I get some pleasure out of it too. I also get to go home to my husband who loves to fuck me even if it isn't that often. His choice, not mine. I have thousands tucked away in a safe place and still have no idea how to reveal it. I thinking of handing it to my FIL and asking him to give to my husband for us to take a cruse. A gift from FIL to my husband.

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by Anonymous on May 1, 2019 at 6:50 AM

Now that you're your FIL's whore and taking extra customers to boot, have you gotten on the pill in case there's an oops moment (lol, like it would be an accident) and one of your customers cums in you? How many different men has he invited in to fuck you? Are you full service for them, oral and anal too? What sort of prices do you charge his friends? Do they pay more or the same as your FIL?

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by Anonymous on May 1, 2019 at 2:53 PM

You would have to be stupid to give it back to your fil then he has control of both you and the money from there it will be a short jump to not paying at all buy a small winning lottery ticket and surprise your husband with the win that way

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by Anonymous on May 2, 2019 at 3:22 PM

This is all bullshit for the ignorant fucks!

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