Rio Asahi & Father-in-Law’s Unexpected Orgasm Pet. “Just three centimeters, okay? That’s all I want,” my father-in-law murmured, his voice thick with a need that made my stomach churn and twist in equal measure. I’d been married to Kenji for five years, and his father, Hiroshi, had always been…present. Too present sometimes, with lingering gazes and comments that walked the line of inappropriate. But tonight, something felt different. Perhaps it was the humid summer air clinging to our skin, or the way the sake had loosened everyone’s tongues. We were at a family dinner, supposedly celebrating Kenji’s new promotion, but the atmosphere had shifted, becoming charged with an undercurrent I couldn’t ignore.
Hiroshi, usually jovial, was quieter, his eyes darker than usual, constantly finding mine across the table. After dinner, while Kenji helped his mother in the kitchen, Hiroshi cornered me in the dimly lit hallway. He was closer than he’d ever been, the scent of his aftershave, something woody and sharp, filling my nostrils.
“Rio,” he began, his voice low, almost a growl. “You’re looking especially lovely tonight.”
A shiver ran down my spine, not entirely unpleasant. “Thank you, Father,” I managed, my voice a little breathy.
“You know,” he continued, stepping even closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. “Kenji…he’s a good son. But sometimes…sometimes a man needs something…more…experienced.”
My heart started to pound in my chest. This was crossing a line, a line I wasn’t sure I wanted crossed, but a line that had suddenly become incredibly fascinating. “Father, I don’t understand…” I started, feigning innocence, but a part of me, a shameful, hidden part, was already intrigued.
He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Oh, I think you do, Rio. You’re a smart woman.” His hand reached out, not touching me yet, but hovering close to my arm, the tension electric in the air. “Just three centimeters,” he repeated, his gaze dropping to my lips, then lower, lingering on the curve of my breasts visible through my thin summer dress. “Just to feel…something different.”
The audacity of it took my breath away. But it was also…arousing. The forbidden nature of it, the danger, the sheer taboo of considering my husband’s father in this way. I should have slapped him, screamed, run away. But I didn’t. Instead, I found myself frozen, my body betraying my initial shock, tingling with a forbidden excitement.
He saw my hesitation, interpreted it as something else. His hand finally made contact, his fingers wrapping around my upper arm with surprising strength. He pulled me closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice husky and urgent. “It will be our little secret. Just for a moment. No one needs to know. Just…three centimeters.”
And then, before I could fully process what was happening, he leaned in and kissed me. Not a chaste peck, but a deep, hungry kiss that stole my breath and sent shockwaves through my body. His lips were firm, demanding, and his tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting of sake and something else, something raw and masculine that ignited a fire deep within me.
The kiss went on and on, pulling me further into a world where boundaries blurred and desire took over. His hand moved from my arm, sliding down my back, cupping my bottom, pulling me flush against his hard body. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, and the shock gave way to a rush of heat flooding my core.
“Just three centimeters,” he mumbled again, pulling back slightly from the kiss, his eyes burning into mine. He reached for my hand, guiding it down, down to his belt buckle. My fingers trembled as they fumbled with the clasp, the metal cold against my skin. He was hard, throbbing, straining against his zipper.
I knew I should stop him. I knew this was wrong. But the thrill of it, the forbidden pleasure, the undeniable chemistry that had suddenly erupted between us…it was too intoxicating to resist. “Just…a little,” I whispered back, my voice thick with desire, mirroring his earlier words.
He grinned, a predatory flash of teeth in the dim light. “That’s my girl, Rio.”
He pulled me towards the nearby spare bedroom, the door slightly ajar. He pushed it open with his foot and steered me inside. The room was small, sparsely furnished, the air thick with unspoken promises.
He didn’t waste any time. He pushed me against the wall, his mouth finding mine again in another ravenous kiss. His hands were everywhere, stripping away my dress, his touch rough and urgent, igniting every nerve ending in my body. He knelt before me, pushing my legs apart, his tongue licking and teasing, driving me insane with pleasure.
“Father…” I gasped, my head thrown back against the wall, my body arching towards him.
“Hiroshi,” he corrected, his voice low and guttural between licks. “Call me Hiroshi, Rio.”
And then, before I knew it, he was inside me. Not just three centimeters. No, he was deep, filling me completely, stretching me in ways Kenji never had. The initial shock gave way to a searing pleasure that ripped through me, stealing my breath, making me cry out.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips, his body moving inside me with a primal urgency. It was rough, and fast, and utterly exhilarating. I’d never felt anything like it. The taboo, the danger, the sheer raw desire radiating off him – it amplified everything, making each thrust feel like an explosion of forbidden pleasure.
I came quickly, violently, my body convulsing around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, driving deeper, harder, pushing me to the edge again and again. I lost count of the orgasms, each one more intense than the last. He was insatiable, a force of nature, and I was completely and utterly his.
Finally, with a guttural roar, he emptied himself inside me, his body shaking with release. He collapsed against me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against mine. The silence in the room was heavy, charged with the aftermath of our forbidden encounter.
“Unexpected,” he finally murmured, pulling back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Very unexpected.”
I could only nod, breathless and trembling, still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Unexpected indeed. And undeniably, earth-shatteringly, good. Maybe even…perfect. It seemed my father-in-law, Hiroshi, was much more than just a father-in-law. He was a secret, a forbidden pleasure, and a man who knew exactly how to make Rio Asahi climax. Again, and again, and again.
