I was sprawled out on the kitchen counter at home, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties long gone, as my father-in-law, Roshan, buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my pussy like a man starved, flicking over my clit with rough, insistent strokes that made my toes curl.

The house was quiet except for the wet sounds of him devouring me and my stifled gasps. Manish, my husband, was stuck at the office, pulling another late night, but his call had come in right as Roshan had me pinned down, his strong hands gripping my ass to hold me open for his mouth.