I have been living in my husband's family home for three years now, surrounded by a serious husband and kind father-in-law, leading a happy life. The only problem was that the time we spent on marital relations was short, but I couldn't confess this to my husband. That night, after a bland intimate moment, as I sighed in the kitchen, my father-in-law came over… He had heard the creaking of the bed and seen through my frustration. Then he said he would take responsibility and started to press me…
