An Unexpected Submissive

When my wife announced she was starting a new position as an ER nurse, it sounded like a great opportunity. Better pay, a challenge, much better than the boring doctor’s office to which she had been tied for the past several years. At the time I had no idea the snowball effect it would have. Of course the extra money was nice. Although I had never been materialistic, there were increased expenses as our adult son, Tony, only 21 but already getting married. Not only that but his fiancee Megan had effectively moved in. I didn’t mind as she was a sweet girl and apparently somewhat estranged from her own family. It made Tony happy, and she wasn’t a bother. I work from home as a part-time professor and consultant being the family geek with advanced degrees in math and engineering. I liked my work, the occasional travel, and the flexibility. The 9 to 5 of a corporate job or university positional had never appealed to me. I enjoyed my freedom. Tony had recently completed a computer science degree, and was about to take a good job that would provide a sufficient salary for him and Megan to get their own place. In fact, he was attending a two week training course at present. The plan was to get established in the job, save some money, and get married only one month from now. Yes, things were good, if a little hectic right now.

I am traditional in that I believe there should be a head of household to make decisions,

take the lead, ensure the big things are taken care of. I would let my wife take charge of the

day to day domestic duties such as dinner, and chores. Everyone pitched in and it worked for our family. I like order. Order is not what I got when the wife changed jobs. The hours were long, and the shifts were late. She would often go in at 6pm and not arrive home until dawn. Hospitals are open 24hr after all. This meant a big change in household duties.

Another thing I should mention is that I am dominant. Not in the way of being a chauvinistic ass, rather I have the responsibility for my wife, my son’s, indeed our families welfare. I take that responsibility seriously. We have rules and structure. And yes, I enjoy a BDSM lifestyle sexwise. I am quite sure neither Tony nor Megan was aware of that aspect as some things should remain private. I like sex and my wife usually gives me what I need. Sometimes, I felt she catered to my kinks as opposed to being a classic submissive. But she clearly loved me and I had few complaints in that department. I have always demanded control sexually, and we enjoyed a private lifestyle that did involve various toys, restraints, roleplay and the like. She only let me take it so far, however as with her conservative upbringing, she was not into the edgier play that I sometimes asked. I do observe limits so I would let it go, and I rarely ask twice for anything. Objectively, I knew that I was lucky to have her, even if at times my kinky mind wanted more.

However, the job change had made things challenging. More difficult than I cared for, and it had been over a week since I had any type of release.

Some things did not get done at first, like the laundry. The first time I found a hamper full of dirty

clothes, I punished my wife. She got a time-out and severe spanking with the belt which she dutifully submitted. Then it occurred to me that I should take on this responsibility as my wife was working more. Domestic bliss would be restored. This is where I found a new fetish. Panties. I had always appreciated feminine lingerie, underwear, and such. But in the laundry room that day, I did something I had never done previously. I came across Megan’s undergarments, her bra, and panties. It stirred something in me. Feeling the smooth fabric in my fingers, I brought the garment to my face and inhaled. It was a woman’s scent and it had an electrifying effect. My cock became rock hard immediately. It was the mix of taboo, these were my soon to be daughter-in-law’s panties after all, the pheromones, and the fact that I haven’t used my wife properly in over a week. I pulled my cock out and used Megan’s panties to stroke myself. After only 60sec, I exploded a huge white mess over the red satin. A pang of guilt overtook me. Had I betrayed Tony, my wife, Megan? No I thought, it was harmless, and I was the man of the house, just take a little liberty. So I dismissed it. They were just dirty panties after all.

My life as a newly engaged woman was not going exactly how I had imagined it to be. My fiance Tony is great. Always going above and beyond to provide the stability that I could never find in previous relationships. I know we’re both young to be getting married, but I feel so at home with him. His family and their values is one thing that stood out to me the most about him. They have a close relationship and I admire his father’s example of how to lead a family. My father in-law would be described as a stern yet kind man. I believe it to be my father in-laws’ example that has influenced the man that my fiance is today. I have so much respect for my father in-law and I admire a man that is comfortable zara escort in a leadership role.

Tony’s family is incredibly kind to me, considering the rocky relationship I have with my own family. They’ve opened up their home to me and allowed Tony and I to save for our future by living with them until the wedding. It was a bit strange at first, but I don’t think they mind. I am very grateful to be living with them and I try to show my appreciation by helping with duties around the house. Tony’s mother has started a new job, so she is away from home a lot more recently. Tony’s father works from home so we are often the only ones home to take care of the chores and keep everything tidy. I would hate to add to the burden that my father in-law now has of keeping up with duties that his wife would typically take care of. I’ve noticed that my father in-law has been very busy lately with his work, so I am happy to step in and ease some of the load.

Tony is away from home on a business related trip and I miss him. He has taken a new job and will be gone for the next two weeks for training. I hate to admit that I am somewhat happy that he will be gone for a while, even if I do miss him greatly. My fiance has very traditional values and we both agreed it would make our wedding night special if we waited to have sex till then. I have a bit of a high sex drive and I’m finding it to be quite difficult to be without sex for so long. I usually masturbate at least once a day to take the edge off, but with Tony gone I’ve been able to pleasure myself more frequently. I do worry with my father in-law at home that he might catch on to my naughty habits, but I can be very discreet. I would be truly embarrassed to be caught by my father in-law while pleasuring myself.

Which leads me to my initial statement about my unusual situation with being newly engaged. I find myself spending more time with my father in-law than my fiance recently. As I said we are often the only two home during the day as I have been taking some time off to plan for the wedding. My job is very flexible with how I choose to schedule my hours. Tony said it would be nice to take time off before the wedding to spend more time together. However, neither of us could have predicted that his new job would take off so quickly or that he would be gone for two weeks straight a month before the wedding. I’ve come to learn so much about my father in-law and his interests, we actually have quite a few things in common. We chat often while doing things around the house and we are regularly the only two in the house at dinner time. I don’t think it’s unusual to enjoy the company of someone much older. I have always valued maturity in the people that I’m close with and I think my father in-law enjoys my company too. I find myself looking forward to spending time with him. On some days it’s the best part of my day just to be in his presence. I’m not sure why I feel this way, I know I love my fiance but I am drawn to the dominance and masculinity that my father in-law exudes. I am naturally submissive and my father in-law is a dominant man. He is very caring and helps me to navigate my life as if he was my actual father. I’ve even started doing things just to please him. He contributes so much to the household and I want him to be happy too. I selfishly seek his approval as it gives me a bit of pleasure myself. I worry that if my fiance found out about my selfish desires towards my father in-law, would he think differently of me?

Something had been gnawing at me, an internal angst I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The last few days it seemed the only time my mind relaxed was at night, usually after about 9pm, when I was alone in the living room. I had taken to watching a show and having a few drinks – it seemed to ease my mood. Although I’m not much for TV, Tony had always raved about this series “Game of Thrones”. Truly, sometimes that boy worried me, he had always liked to fiddle with computer games, play fantasy, but then again he was turning it into a career. And somehow the nerd of the family had found a good partner Megan. Maybe he knew something I didn’t. So I started watching it. I was hooked instantly. It was much better than I had expected, not a lot of silly magic or fairies. What I liked was the strong characters, the fighting, the thread of duty and honor that ran through the varied plots. And of course the wanton sex. I had to admit it was pretty engaging and well done. I had told Tony about it on the phone just yesterday. He thought it was hilarious that I was getting into the first season, and then he went on and on about all these minor characters and details that I knew nothing about. However, there was one part that I didn’t tell Tony.

Megan had begun to come down and watch the show with me. At first I was a little embarrassed watching an adult show with a girl young enough to be my daughter. But she was grown, and surely no stranger to sex, at least on TV. I didn’t want to know what she and Tony had been up to in that department. I also felt mildly guilty for having used her panties zeytinburnu escort as I had. But she obviously had no clue, how could she? At least she didn’t act any differently around me. Rather, she had been sweeter, cozier, more comfortable. I was glad, as I did want her to feel part of the family. Afterall, she practically was at this point. Was she really marrying in just a few short weeks?

I glanced at the clock, not quite 10pm. I could watch one more episode without pushing it. Finishing off my drink, the lone ice cube clinked in the glass. Megan sat up as on que.

“Would you like another?”

This was another thing I had noticed recently. Megan had been paying more attention to me, my little needs. Just yesterday she had fixed breakfast and coffee without me having to ask. It was nice. Perhaps she was in training to become a proper housewife for Tony. I could see, she was making an attempt to please me.

“Sure, just one more, one more show, one more drink, then I will call it a night.”

I handed Megan the empty glass and she sashayed out of the room, a hint of panty flashing underneath her long t-shirt. Wondering if those had been the panties I had shot my seed into, my cock grew a bit. Adjusting myself underneath my own boxers and tshirt, I made a point of dimming the lights with the remote. A bit of discretion just in case, as I didn’t want to shock the poor girl. Purposefully, I turned my mind to more mundane thoughts while I waited for the drink and to resume our show.

I am happy to see the end of this day, in many ways it was just simply not good. My hopes of today somehow turning around for the better are certainly low at this point. To explain, it started with a brief call to my fiance, Tony. He is understandably busy and stressed with the duties of his new job. If I thought there was anything I could do to help, I certainly would. However, he is determined to navigate this new territory on his own. I respect his decision, I just don’t think he realizes how much his stress can have an affect on our relationship. My call to him earlier added to my concerns, as he was notably short on the phone and I planned to give him a bit of space to relax and cool down. Our call wasn’t particularly dramatic or a down right argument, but I certainly didn’t want to add to his stress with my own problems.

Considering my problems at the moment are quite trivial. For instance, the battery dying on my vibrator mid session is not exactly a concern that my fiance could help me with. Even though I was pretty upset about it. I was on the edge of my first climax right as it died, leaving me effectively edged with no release. I decided to plug my vibrator up to charge, throw on a t-shirt and panties to go watch tv instead. I found my father in-law in the living room watching his show Game of Thrones, which I have come to enjoy too. Watching the show with my father in-law can be a bit uncomfortable at times, with the nudity and sex scenes in just about every episode. It can be awkward. There is a heightened tension in the room when scenes turn sexual between the characters. My father in-law doesn’t seem to mind. I suppose the heightened tension could just be from my unsatisfied needs that often influences my dirty thoughts.

We had just finished a particularly erotic episode when I noticed my father in-law’s drink glass was empty. I took the opportunity to refill his glass so I could go to the kitchen and rub my aching clit. When I got to the kitchen and felt my clit through my panties I realized they were soaked. I decided to change my panties before returning with his drink. Popping into my room I discarded my soaking panties into the hamper and threw on my favorite red satin pair fresh out of the basket of clean clothes. They were still warm from the dryer and they fit so perfectly with the smoothest fabric. I hurried back to the living room, as I knew my father in-law was waiting for me to return with his drink. I handed him his refilled glass and took my seat next to him on the opposite end of the couch. I noticed the lights had been dimmed, which I prefer as it makes the viewing experience much better. And plus I wouldn’t want my father in-law to notice my arousal through my panties, as I’m sure the new pair will be soaked in no time.

Taking a pull from the drink Megan had handed me, I can definitely feel a good buzz building. Finally, that inward tension is subsiding whether it’s the alcohol, Megan, the show, I don’t care. She retreats to her side of the couch, at almost an awkward distance. I let a few moments pass, then break the silence.

“Megan, I don’t have cooties” I joke, trying to ease any awkwardness she might have.

Patting the area to the open space directly beside me. Definitely, the alcohol has relaxed my inhibitions. Nervously, she glances at me, hesitating before scooting over, closing the distance. I can see this is new for her and doesn’t quite know how to behave. Her body language, eyes, even her pheromones tell me she wants to be close.

“That’s better” I sigh, as I start ereğli escort the show, and stretch out my arm behind her resting on the couch. Part of me is satisfied, this is as it should be. An intimate evening with my daughter-in-law, relaxing, watching a show before bed. Yet, there is that inner part of myself, the one I know all too well. The one that is always analyzing, aware of opportunities, and I am aware this is a vulnerable situation for her. Alone with an older man, dressed for bed. Would I be behaving this way if my wife or son were present? Perhaps not, but they aren’t here.

As the show progresses, and Megan relaxes, I feel her lean into the crook of my arm. It is natural and warm. No hint of anything inappropriate. However, my thoughts are anything but, as I glance down and can see the curve of her breasts inside her shirt, a hint of nipple. With a mind of its own, my cock begins to swell. I am thankful,I had the foresight to dim the lights, knowing even if she looked down it would be difficult to see. Absently, I begin to play with the ends of Megan’s hair. Again, just an affectionate gesture, something a father might do to his sweet daughter. Nothing overtly intended. The show continues, and I attempt to focus…

It’s a blessing and a curse to fall asleep as soon as I feel warmth. My brain was awake, but I’d yet to open my eyes as I tried to gather and assess my surroundings. I quickly realized I’d dozed off during the last episode. I hope I wasn’t out too long as I began to notice that I’d fallen asleep with my head resting on my father in-laws’ midsection and my body stretched out on the couch. I must have been drawn to his body heat as I drifted to sleep. He had called me over to sit next to him on the couch and he’d draped an arm across the back of the couch. I was a bit shy to sit so close with him and it did feel rather intimate when he started mindlessly rubbing his hand along my back. I found the motion of his hand to be very soothing and I even noticed his hands begin to lazily play with the ends of my hair. I’ve barely cracked my eyes open and I can see the show is still playing. Is it bad that I’m not eager to remove myself from his body? He’s so warm and his smell is intoxicating. I think if I don’t stir too much I will be able to lay here a bit longer. I love cuddling to watch tv with my fiance and this is really just an innocent thing to be doing. I mean he’s my father in-law after all, he would never see it as anything but platonic.

As I blinked my eyes awake to adjust to the light from the tv, it took me a few minutes to adjust my blurry vision. I felt quite comfortable lying there with my head moving to the slow rhythm of his breathing. My eyes felt heavy and they started to drift back closed. As I slowly lowered my gaze from the tv, my eyes happened to skim over the lower half of my father in-laws body. Naturally, I may have taken a curious peak at his crotch area when I noticed something. My eyes froze the moment I saw my father in-laws’ hard cock straining against the opening of his boxers. My body immediately tensed and I felt my heart begin to race. I tried to steady my breathing in case my father in-law was aware that I’d woken up, but I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the cock that was now inches from my face.

No matter how much I try to distract myself, it’s of little use. Megan, a young woman, is against me, close enough to touch, smell, feel – her head against my midsection. And from her silence and rhythmic breathing, I suspect probably dozing. With a mind of its own, my right hand has moved from her hair to Megan’s back, gently massaging, in ever widening circles. The action has bunched Megan’s shirt on her hips, exposing her panty clad butt to me. Red panties. Another erotic image that pushes my primal instincts up yet another notch, continuing to edge out my normally circumspect judgment.

Her relaxation and the action of gravity have moved her head lower so that she is resting on my stomach. My cock is now fully erect, pushing out from the buttoned slit of my boxers, straining for release. Although I can’t see beyond Megan’s head, I am very aware that if she were awake, she would have an eyeful. I know that when my cock is fully erect, the tip reaches to my belly button. It must only be within inches of her face. The lewdness of the scene is almost enough to make me jam it inside her hot little mouth. But restraint is called for even as I test the edges of decency with my daughter-in-law.

In fact, this gives me confidence that she must be asleep, and I make no sudden moves that would startle her. Instead, my right hand glides even lower, until my fingers are brushing the elastic edge of her panties, probing just inside. I can almost feel her warm breath on my cock head, knowing it is so close. I haven’t been this hard in a long time and it saps what is left of my discretion. Sliding my hand even lower, inside her panties, I feel along the cleft of Megan’s butt until I find what I am looking for. The warm moisture of her sex, extending my fingers, until the tips are teasing along her pussy lips from behind. Shifting slightly for better access, this has the fortunate consequence of bumping my cock head against the warmth of Megan’s cheek. I have crossed a line and apologies or explanations will make little difference at this point. But I won’t apologize for what I need at this moment, a need I expect my daughter-in-law to satisfy.

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