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I watched him from afar.

The way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he looks – *the way he looks at me.*

I notice. And I notice him.

My father in law has never been the man that seemed to be missing something. In fact, most would say he’s very fulfilled and content in his life right now. He walks with the world over his shoulders, really – everywhere he goes, it seems as though the world is his. And if you were to ask him, he’d tell you, with his deep intoning voice “I have everything I absolutely need and want”.

Happy marriage. Gorgeous wife. Nice expensive car. Lovely home. This man has it all..

Yet, I catch him staring. And at this point he either doesn’t seem to notice that **I** notice. Or he simply doesn’t care that I do.

So, we take turns. Observing one another when we think the other doesn’t notice.

Tempting him with clothing that invites his greedy eyes to look.

Wearing tiny little swim suits around him.

Bending over when he’s near..

And I can not help but wonder, how his big strong hands would feel around my small frame. The shivers his perfectly straight teeth would send over me if he were to gently bite down on one of my nipples. The way his soft plump lips would feel against my own. The way his long fingers would feel inside my tight little cunt that’s only ever had his son inside..

I wonder, how he is in bed..Perhaps sweet and gentle? Rough and aggressive? Is he the type of man to give in into his primal urges? And just like that, as I undress him with my eyes a pool starts to form between my legs.

Rubbing my thighs against each other as I sit across from him.

I turn and talk to his son. Paying no attention to the conversation with him as I feel his father’s stare on me. His eyes burning holes through me. Looking at my smooth caramelize legs, trailing his way slowly up my bare leg and exposed cleavage – soaking me in.

I spread my legs out a little for him. Exposing my freshly shaven pussy to his dark eyes. My drool clearly evident between my legs.

My husband then interrupts my train of thoughts with filthy promises of what he wishes to do to me right there. My arousal getting stronger.

Can he smell me?

His eyes darkening as I look back at him, quickly looking away.

My pussy aches for his touch. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so hard before.

But It’s not sex I crave, no. This goes far beyond carnal pleasures..

I want him holding me in his strong arms. I want him opening up to me. Letting me take care of him as much as he’d take care of me. I want him cherishing me. I want him keeping me safe..I want him loving me.. claiming me.

I wasn’t his. And he wasn’t mine. But in a sense, we belonged to each other.

Through the playful touching and fingers brushing against each other and the long stares and the way he looked at me – I was his and he was mine.

NSFW: yes

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