Her Sinful Revenge (Juicy collection)

Susan’s POV

“Unghh, fuck, Daddy,” I moaned as my father-in-law’s thick fingers slipped inside my wet pussy, pushing deeper with his palm grinding down on my aching clit.

He started finger fucking me, and I moaned louder, but he quickly covered my mouth and growled in my ear.

“Shhh, Keep your voice down, sweetheart.” He warned in a sinfully deep voice that sent shivers down my spine.

“Unless you want your husband and all your nice little friends to come upstairs and see what I'm doing to your sweet cunt."

This was my husband’s father, Vincent, saying these things to me.

My body shivered at his words, but to my shock, it was not in disgust.

I felt more horny and more fucking turned on than I had ever been in my life. The thought of my husband Ryan walking in, and catching his father with his fingers buried inside me, was so delicious that it made me buck my hips, pressing harder against his hand.

"Oh, you like that, don’t you?," Vincent purred. "You like the idea of your husband catching me finger-fucking you, you dirty little girl.” He chuckled. “Tell me, has my son ever made your pussy feel this good?"

“No,” I shook my head, whimpering.

"I didn't think so." He added another finger. "Has he ever wrecked this pretty cunt the way I'm doing right now?"

"No," I gasped. "Never."

"Because he can't, can he? He doesn't know how to handle a woman like you. Two years married and you're practically still a virgin. What a waste."

I whined in frustration because he was right. Ryan had never touched me like this. Never made me feel this horny, this alive.

Vincent flipped me around to face him in one smooth motion. Before I could react, he knelt down, tore my panties off and buried his face between my legs.

He licked my pussy then sucked on my clit and I nearly screamed.

"Shhh, baby girl," he murmured against me. "You don't want them to hear, do you?" He warned but I was too needy to care.

My nipples were hardening under my dress and my pussy was clenching and aching for more.

I needed his thick cock inside me, I needed to be fucked, hard!

"Please Daddy, I want your cock," I whimpered. "Please."

"Not here sweetheart." He licked me slowly. "If I fuck you now, you won't be able to walk properly. And everyone will know exactly what we did."

I pushed his head deeper, desperate for more and he obliged. His tongue slid inside me while his thumb circled my clit. I reached up and played with my bare nipples, pinching them the way I liked.

From where I stood, leaning against the wall, with Vincent sucking my pussy, I could see my husband, Ryan, through the tinted glass window overlooking the main hall.

He was downstairs, innocently mingling with our guests… my friends, my family, and his colleagues.

He was smiling brightly, shaking hands, and playing the gracious host. But every few seconds, he glanced toward the stairs, anxiously waiting for me to return from the bathroom.

He had no idea I was upstairs, letting his father suck my pussy till my legs started shaking.

What would he think if he saw me like this? What would he think if he saw his shy, quiet, decent wife, letting his father destroy her pussy with his tongue?

What would he say?

The thought turned me on more than anything ever had, and soon the pleasure became too much.

"Oh Fuck," I gasped. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, baby girl," Vincent growled against me. "Cum on your father-in-law's tongue like the dirty little slut you are."

I covered my mouth with both hands as the orgasm crashed through me, my body shuddering, and my hips grinding against his face.

Vincent drank every drop of it, moaning against me like he was the one being pleasured.

When I finally stopped trembling, Vincent stood up, cleaned himself and smirked at me.

He was a dashingly handsome man, the kind of man women swooned over, the kind of man women masturbated themselves to at night. I had done it myself, more than once, before I knew who he was.

It was too bad his son had not inherited his good looks.

"We have to go down now," Vincent said, adjusting his collar like he hadn't just had his face buried in his son's wife. "Your husband is looking for you."

I glanced through the window again and saw that he was right. Ryan was checking his watch, with his brow furrowed with worry.

Vincent helped me fix my dress, covering my nipples, and adjusting my hair. But when I reached for my torn panties, he snatched them up and slipped them into his pocket.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked.

"I’m keeping it as my souvenir." He smirked. "And also, because I want you walk downstairs with no panties, and with the memory of what we just did. With every step you take, you'll remember my tongue inside you."

I wanted to protest, but Vincent shot me a look that told me not to bother.

We both knew He owned me now so protest was useless.

I walked downstairs first. And Ryan rushed over to hug me the moment he saw me.

"Susan! I was so worried. Where were you? You've been gone for almost an hour."

"Bathroom," I said. "Didn't feel well." I lied.

But then I saw Vincent descending the stairs and I froze. He caught my eye and smirked, before patting his pocket, reminding me of what we had just done.

I felt my pussy clench at the memory, as if I could still feel his tongue.

Ryan didn't notice all this. He was too excited to see me.

"Babe, I have a surprise for you."

I blinked. "A surprise?"

He grinned and suddenly climbed onto the stage at the center of the hall. He tapped the microphone, gathering everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, can I have your attention, please?"

The room fell silent and all eyes turned to Ryan.

"I just want to take a moment to say something about my beautiful wife. Susan." He looked at me with eyes full of love. "Susan has been the best thing that ever happened to me. She is faithful, loyal, and kind. She supported me when I had nothing. She believed in me when no one else did. She helped me build this company from the ground up, and tonight, we are celebrating its success—because of her."

The crowd awed and I forced a smile.

"I love you so much, Susan. I love you more than words can say. And I want to give you a gift that shows how much you mean to me."

He gestured toward the main doors and they swung open.

Suddenly, a brand new Ferrari was rolled into the hall, and shocked gasps rippled through the crowd.

Ryan beamed at me. "It's yours, baby. All yours."

People started clapping and cheering.

But I stared at the car. It must have cost half the company's profit. But Ryan didn't care. He said I was worth it.

Everyone was looking at me with envy and I could hear the whispers: She's so lucky. Such a loving husband. I wish my husband would do something like that, I’m so jealous..

I smiled, walked up to Ryan and kissed his cheek.

But I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Because I knew something that no one else in that room knew. Something that none of them could even imagine.

And It all started a week ago.