Right from the day I met my father in law Alan he was abusive towards me. He told me within minutes I was taking his son away from his heritage and their family business, his farm. The truth was his son Alex and I had fallen in love and it was indeed Alex who couldn't stand the thought of having to work his entire life on a farm.
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We eventually got married, yet Alan throughout our relationship had tried to intervene. He even once accused me of having sex with him to his son, just to break us up. What he didn't figure, was I was away in France at the time I was supposed to have fucked him in his machine shop. Another time when I refused to end our relationship, and this was after our engagement, he punched me full in the face. I should have told his son what he'd done, but Alex was going through a tough time with his mother having just passed away.

We married three years ago and I couldn't have been happier. Alex and I moved to a beautiful village which was easily within commuter distance for the pair of us for work. Alan however didn't attend our small wedding and refused to see us afterwards for months.

In August of last year, Alan became ill and was taken into hospital. Before he lost his voice he somehow persuaded his son, I'd had an affair with a neighbour of his. I'm still not sure just how he got Alex to believe him, because there was and is no truth in what he said. The fact was our marriage was failing and it was because of Alan's deep hatred of me and his sons refusal to bend to his will.

A whole month later with Alex and I having worked out once again, I couldn't have had the affair his father so vehemently proclaimed, Alan had only days if not less to live.

Not wanting to at all, but doing it for my husband, I visited Alan to alleviate his sons concerns as he was in Scotland working. Before I got to visit him, I bumped into a male nurse who had flirted with me previously. I'd not shown him any reason to think he had a chance having sex with me, but when he said Alan had only a very short time left, I had a vengeful thought.

Entering the room where Alan was, I ushered in the male nurse, told him one of Alan's last wishes was to enjoy watching me have sex, I undressed in front of them and told the male nurse it was his lucky day. Alan by then couldn't talk, but he could move his eyes and they said 'You fucking bitch".

Opening the trousers of the male nurse, I took out his cock, kneeled down and right there in front of my husband's dad, and sucked his dick. Knowing we didn't have long, once his cock was fully erect, I leaned on the bed inches from Alan so he could see clearly as the nurse entered me from behind. We fucked for a couple of minutes before I slid his cock out of my pussy and then purposely had him slid his dick up my arsehole. The reason I did this, was because one of his lies about me with him, was he'd fucked my arsehole in his machine shop.

I had two orgasms just a feet or so away from the father in law from hell, and loved watching his face as the nurse fucked me to them. When he came up my backside, I moved around and let Alan see the cum dripping my rear hole. He made a few grunting sounds and I knew then I'd had my revenge.

Six hours later with his son in the room, he murmured something unintelligible and looked at me with hate in his eyes. Alex his only son said to his father "Even now, you cannot be happy for us".
An hour later Alan was dead.

For his passing and his turmoil over something he had no control, I'm not overjoyed about Alan's struggles. Yet without his father around and none of the bullshit flying about, supposedly regarding me, Alex and I are truly back on track and loving our life together. I just wish Alan could have see how happy his son is with me, and also seen how I take care of son in every way. But then I guess at the end, he did.