I kissed my father-in-law and he liked it

NOA

"Happy birthday to me." I uttered to the empty kitchen, staring at the small chocolate cake I just finished baking.

The single candle flickers in the dim light, casting soft shadows across the marble counter.

I leaned in, close my eyes for a second, and blow it out. Smoke curls upward.

Forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes.

Quick introduction, my name is Noa Blackwood, I am twenty-eight years old. Married for one full year and still celebrating alone.

Nicholas Blackwood, my husband, is supposed to be here. He promised, the way he always promises.

"I'll make it home early, Noa. It's your birthday, i promise i won't miss it." But work always wins. It won on our anniversary. It won on Christmas. It wins most weekends, when the only company I get is the glow of his phone screen and the sound of his fingers typing out emails.

I knew the truth before we even said our vows.

Nicholas loves his company more than anything. He built it from nothing, and he refuses to let it slip.

I told myself I could live with that. I told myself love would be enough. That he'd change but jokes on me.

Now, standing in our quiet apartment with a cake for one, I'm not so sure.

The doorbell rings sharply, cutting through my thoughts. I sigh, wipe my hands on a dish towel, and walk to the door, already bracing for another delivery or some neighbor needing a favor.

I opened it and my eyes filled with surprise seeing the men with trumpets. Women holding gift bags and bouquets.

A massive silver balloon floats right in front of my face, bold letters screaming HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOA.

I shut the door.

Close my eyes. Open them. Open the door again.

It's real and I'm not hallucinating.

The trumpets blare. Voices rise in a loud, slightly off-key chorus of "Happy Birthday." My cheeks burn.

A smile, real this time, breaks across my face as one of the women presses a thick bouquet of red roses into my arms. The others file past me, carrying bags and boxes into the living room while the men keep playing.

Then Nicholas steps through the doorway first, looking sharp in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Right behind him is his father, Dominic Blackwood. The two of them side by side still startle me. They have the same sharp jaw, same dark hair, same tall, broad-shouldered frame.

If I didn't know them better, I'd have thought they were brothers because their resemblance is just too much.

"Happy birthday, my love, thank you for being a part of my life," he smiled. "I wish you many more years in life." his voice soft in a way I haven't heard in months.

He pulled me into a hug and I buried my face against his chest and sniffed in his cologne.

"I thought you'd abandon me on my birthday too," I mutter.

He kissed the top of my head. "Not today, wifey. I'm sorry for always doing that, I promised myself not to do thay at all."

With a smile I pull back just enough to look at him, tears glistening in my eyes.

"I love you." I whispered.

"And i love you endlessly, so don't think too much," he said, brushing a thumb under my eye. "It's your day, my love, smile."

Behind him, Dominic is already directing the gift bags to the coffee table with quiet efficiency.

Our eyes meet for a brief second. Something flickered there, something I can't name, before he looked away and keeps arranging the presents.

"Are we throwing a party?" I ask him, glancing between them.

Nicholas shook his head. "You know I don't like parties."

I nodded, he never liked parties.

Most women would call him boring. I never did though, because that's one of his falls I have to handle and I still don't understand what it is about him that made me fall so hard, so fast.

Me and Nicholas dated for two years before we finally got married, i don't know what attracted me to him, let me just say it just happened.

Nicholas leans into my right ear, his voice dropping. "We can just go upstairs... do different styles, yunno..." He winked at me and I understood him without him saying the words in full.

Heat floods my body and my nipples are already tightening against the thin fabric of my dress.

It's been three months since he touched me like that and the last time didn't even last an hour.

I kissed him before he can change his mind and fortunately for me he answered hungrily, mouth opening against mine, tongue sliding inside my mouth.

My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands gripped my ass cheeks, sliding under the short hem of my dress, caressing me impatiently.

In a minute we stumble toward the stairs, still kissing.

I don't care that his father is standing ten feet away. I only care about the hard press of Nicholas cock against me and the desperate need coiling low in my belly.

He kicks the bedroom door open and dropped me on the bed.

I sat up immediately, his fingers unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, before he yanks it off.

My lipstick is already smeared across both our mouths.

Then his phone rings interrupting our moments.

God, Fuck! Why now?

"Nich..." I reached for him. "I need you right now."

He broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Let me answer this first. Please."

I shake my head, pulling him back down. "No, babe."

But he wasn't listening.

"We've barely had any time, Nicholas, I'm your wife." I groan with frustration.

He gently but firmly disentangles himself, already pulling his shirt back on, buttoning it fast with his fingers.

"I'm sorry. I've been working on this project for months. I can't lose it. After this, I'm all yours. I promise." The words I hate hearing.

"No, honey not again, I want you and I can't stop...we can't stop midway."Tears rolled down my cheeks.

He wasn't even noticing if I was crying or not, he's already looking at the screen of his phone, already half-gone.

"Are you even human?" I snap at him. "Don't you get horny? I'm right here. I'm your wife. Stop treating me like an afterthought!"

"I'm doing this for our future," he said quietly and kissed my forehead as if that fixes anything. "I'll be back tomorrow morning. Don't wait up and yeah we'll do it tomorrow."

Then before I knew it he is gone.

I hear the low murmur of voices, Dominic's deep tone, Nicholas's hurried goodbye, then silence.

Tiredly, I sit on the edge of the bed in the half-dark, dress rucked up around my hips, lipstick ruined, body still aching and wet and empty.

The cake is still downstairs, the balloon still floats in the living room and the gifts sit unopened.

I press the heels of my hands against my eyes.

I've been tolerating this bullshit for a year. One year of waiting for scraps of attention, for nights that never come, for a husband who loves his empire more than the woman who wears his ring.

How much longer am I supposed to keep pretending this is enough?

Something has to change.

I just don't know yet what that something will be. But I need a solution, I can't keep doing this to myself.

Noa

I need a solution so badly.

I can't keep hurting myself like this, not when I still don't know if Nicholas is cheating or if he's simply wired to put everything else before me.

I mean, who chooses his wife over his company. Even I've tried to find out in the company who he might be fucking but he was known as the cold CEO who doesn't look at other girls.

Nicholas was known for his nonchalant behaviour, not just to his staff but he's doing it to his friends too. He doesn't even have any friends again.

I saw all these signs and still chose to marry a nonchalant man like him.

All my fucking faults, now I have to take full responsibilities of my actions.

My pussy clenched, I can feel the hot liquid dripping on my pants.

My hands slide up to my big breasts, my nipples are rock-hard, aching under the thin fabric of my short dress. God, I need to be touched tonight or I'm going to lose my mind.

I walk out of the bedroom without checking the mirror. My face is probably a mess-smeared lipstick, wet eyes-but I don't care anymore. I can't hold back. I can't just lie there and pretend I'm fine.

The second I left the room, stepping into the hallway I collided with a solid wall of muscle which made me stumble.

Strong hands caught me by the waist before I could fall, gripping my waist tightly and pulling me back against a bare chest.

A soft gasp escapes before I can stop it as my eyes meet with my father in law.

Dominic is still here. He sometimes stays in the guest room when he's in the city. I completely forgot he might not have left yet.

My eyes travel from the hard planes of his chest up to his face. He's so handsome, and it almost hurts because I just realise that.

The silver in his beard does nothing to age him; he looks closer to thirty-five than forty-five. I've never seen him like this, shirtless, skin warm, so close.

We barely talk, I mean what business do I have with my father in law, he's just there.

My lips part. Something reckless and hungry rises in me. Before I can think about anything, something pushes me, I lean in and kiss him.

For one long minute I devoured his mouth. My hand slips between us, palm pressing against the thick outline of his cock through his pants, stroking slowly while he stands frozen, letting me take what I want.

Then sense crashes back in. I break the kiss with a sharp gasp, eyes wide, and yank my hand away like I've been burned.

Shit.

Did I just kiss my father-in-law?

Oh no, what the fuck did i just do?

"I liked it..." he whispers, his voice low and dark.

Did he just say that? I bash my lashes, like my father in-law just said that to me?

Oh, something should make me disappear, my legs trembled.

I step back, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, searching for words that refuse to come.

"Why did you stop?" he asked, his gaze darken in a way that should scare me. Instead it pulls at something low in my stomach.

"I... it was a mistake, Father-in-law. I was... caught up. Please don't tell Nicholas." The words tumble out in a rush.

"You don't want me to tell him?" He raises one brow. The air between us thickens.

His eyes drag slowly over me-from my bare legs, up the short, tight dress that clings to every curve, over the swell of my breasts, to my lips, then finally to my eyes.

I know exactly how I look: in the shortest gown I own, the one that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Round ass, full breasts, every line of my body on display.

"Yes," I whisper. "Please. It was a mistake."

"Okay then." His voice is calm, almost gentle. "I won't tell him... as long as you're willing to continue."

He pulls me back by the waist, my heart skips a beat and my breasts rise with it; his eyes follow the movement.

Oh God. What have I just walked into?

"You heard me right, wifey," he continues, the word rolling off his tongue like a claim. "I want you to keep stroking my cock while you kiss me... before I bury my face between those pretty thighs and eat that tight, wet pussy of yours."

I didn't even try to pull back or resist him.

Why should I? When it feels this good.

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back," he says, voice rougher now. "How many times I've wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you can't walk straight. How many times I've imagined pushing you against a wall and taking that perfect ass of yours, fucking you raw."

My jaw dropped, stunned to hear him say that.

Lust and shock crash through me at the same time, leaving me speechless, aching, and completely at his mercy.

NOA

His words hang in the air between us, heavy and filthy and impossible to ignore.

My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it in my throat.

Dominic's hand is still firm on my waist, thumb stroking slow circles over the thin fabric of my dress like he already owns the right to touch me.

I've never thought of him this way. He's my father-in-law.

I should push him away. I should run back into the bedroom, lock the door, and pretend none of this happened.

I should pretend like it was a mistake that I don't want him to do all that to me.

But if I perish, I perish, I don't care now.

So my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants again, almost without permission.

He watches me do it. A low, approving sound rumbles in his chest.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Don't stop this time."

I swallow hard.

"This is wrong," I whisper, even as my hand keeps moving. "You're my husband's father. I... I shouldn't be touching you like this."

"But you are." He raised his brows, teasing me. "And your hand isn't stopping."

I lean in and kiss him again, softer at first and he lets me set the pace for only a few seconds before his free hand slides up the back of my neck to take control.

His mouth opens against mine, tongue sliding deep inside my mouth, tasting me like he's been starving just like I was.

Oh, Fuck Nicholas, fuck his company, this is what i want.

The kiss was nothing compared to Nicholas's hurried, distracted ones. This one is slow and completely consuming.

I broke the kiss to catch my breath and manage to speak against his lips.

"I've been so lonely...your son doesn't touch me, properly " My voice cracks. "And I hate how much I need this right now."

"You should love it," Dominic answered, forehead resting against mine. "I've watched you. Watch how he leaves you aching. Watch the way you look at him when he walks out of the door."

My hand stroked the thick length of his cock from base to tip.

He's already hard-achingly-and the size of him makes my thighs press together.

I'm soaked, the short dress doing nothing to hide how badly I want more.

"Take it out, baby." he ordered me. "No one will know what we're doing here, it's between us."

I nodded, that was the assurance I needed.

My fingers tremble as I pop the button and ease the zipper down, his cock springs free, heavy and hot in my palm and impatiently I wrap my fingers around him and stroke slowly, skin on skin now, feeling every ridge and vein.

He hissed through his teeth."Fuck, Noa..."

Hearing my name in that rough voice of his, sends another rush of wetness between my legs.

I keep stroking him, thumb circling the slick head, while his hand slides down my back and grips my ass hard, pulling me flush against him.

His hand pulled up my short gown, and cool air kissed the backs of my thighs.

"You've been walking around this house looking like sin," he growls, lips brushing my jaw. "Every time I stay over I have to remind myself you're my son's wife. Tonight I'm done reminding myself."

I let out a shaky breath. "You can't say things like that. It makes me want things I shouldn't, you're my father in law."

"Tell me what you want, forget the reality and just name your wants." he said, ignoring my words.

"I want you to touch me. Properly. I want to feel something that isn't emptiness. I'm so tired of being ignored."

Without warning, he pressed my back against the wall. One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open.

His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties.

He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric.

"Soaked already," he muttered."All for me?"

"Yes father," I admit, the word barely a whisper. "God, yes. It's been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I'm going crazy, I'm losing my mind...ohhh..."

Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

I bit my lower lip, preventing my screams.

He circled my clit once, twice, then pushed one finger inside me slowly.

My head fell back against the wall with a soft moan I couldn't hold in, my fingers playing in his hair.

"Ohhh...yeah..."

"I love you moaning like my little girl." he praises, working the finger deeper.

"Yes father...

"No, call me daddy." he murmured.

"Daddy..."

"Let me feel how tight this pretty pussy is." he demanded, his voice deep and making me wet.

I don't know what will happen later but this js

"Dominic..." His name slips out before I can stop it. "We shouldn't...oh God..."

"Call me daddy!" He added a second finger, stretching me.

"Daddy!" My hips rock against his hand without shame.

I was close to his fingers and the forbidden heat of the moment.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Noa," he said against my left ear. "Hard. Deep. Until you forget every reason this is wrong. And you're going to come on my cock like the desperate little wife you are."

A broken sound escaped throat. I've never,like I've never done anything like this. I've never cheated on my husband with another man to the extent of doing anything with his father and I don't know how to stop myself with you.

His fingers pump faster, thumb pressing firm circles over my clit.

The wet sounds of how ready I am fill the space.

"Don't you dare hold back," he said,"Take what you fucking need."

I clutch his shoulders, nails digging in his skin.

"It feels so good. Please don't stop. Please...go faster!!!"

The orgasm rips through me hard and suddenly.

My legs are shaking as I bury my face against his neck to muffle the cry that tries to escape, but soft, broken words still spill out between gasps.

"I'm coming...oh fuck, I'm coming for you..."

His fingers are still moving, drawing every last pulse out of me until I was trembling and gasping against him.

Only then did he slowly pull his hand free.

Then he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean one by one, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

He didn't look away and I couldn't either.

I bit my lower lip seductively.

"Damn, you are so sweet," he smiled, his eyes still locked on mine. "Just like I knew you'd be."

I stare at him, my chest heaving.

"What now? What are we doing? Nicholas might come back early. He could walk in and..." my voice was a bit shaky.

"He won't." Dominic said, his voice steady. "He's buried in that project and he won't be home until morning at the earliest."

He tucked his cock back into his pants-still hard, still straining..and adjusted my dress for me

Then he cupped my chin, "I want to give you more time to think about it, do you want us to continue or just stop? Any decision you make, meet me at the guest room, within five minutes or else I'll come find you and make the decision myself." he said.

"It's still the same thing...

"Yes, that's why I'm giving you time to think about it, either you give me what we both want or I take it forcefully."

I open my mouth, then close it. My body is still pulsing, my mind racing with guilt and hunger and the terrifying knowledge that I already know I'm going to follow him.

"I'm scared," I admit quietly to myself in my mind. "Of how much I want this. Of what happens after."

Dominic's thumb brushed my lower lip. "You can be scared, and it's so normal, just don't be a coward, come to me, Noa, like a good girl. Let me give you what he's been too busy to give." he whispered.

I never imagined he'd be like this, isn't he supposed to be encouraging me not to cheat on his son.

But No, he wants to feed my desires.

He took a step back, turned, and walked away without another word.

And I stood there, my lips still tingle from his kiss and my thighs are slick.

I still want him!