Have you ever fantasized about what you would do to your mother-in-law if given the chance? The idea that it’s so ethically & morally wrong feels so right that the thought alone will make your cock throb. Let me tell you a story about the love of my life. No, it’s not my wife, nor is it my mother-in-law. Secrecy. When my wife and I first started dating 7 years ago, there was absolutely no warning of what I would be getting myself into. Renee & I met at a business seminar in Dallas. I was there to network for potential job opportunities right out of college. Emma was there as a favor to her friend who was the guest speaker. She sat a two rows in front of me. I studied the back of her head like a map. She turned around, I assumed she could feel me staring. I smirked & mouthed “Find me after.” She nodded & smiled before turning back around. After the speaker ended, everyone started exiting the conference hall. We immediately found each other. The sexual attraction was instant. Before I even said a word, my first thought was what is underneath that shirt. We introduced ourselves, explained our reasons for being there, & followed it by agreeing to have dinner that night. “8 o’clock, Room 317”, I repeated back to her, gave a smirk, & left. I didn’t have any obligations the rest of the day so I headed back to my room to get prepared for the night. I entered my room, started the shower, sat on the bed, & started analyzing the stranger I just made plans with. Beautiful flowing dirty-blonde hair. Petite, small enough to manhandle but enough there to grab on to. Big, beautiful eyes that drew me in like a car wreck. At this point, I’m using pure memory to pleasure myself to a stranger I had just met. Can’t take the chance of not lasting long if we have sex tonight, right? Showered, trimmed up, & feeling confident in my best suit, I made my way to room 317. I knock on the door, she opens in a tight dress. It’s hugging every curve. She looked at me with those eyes and I said “Do we have to go to dinner?” She bit her lip & replied, “Your desserts ready.” I grabbed her by the hips, pulled her in close, started passionately kissing her. I pinned her against the wall, started nibbling at her earlobe. She’s moaning in my ear. I took my left hand & moved it down her body, riding every curve. Took two of my fingers and started rubbing her pussy over her, wait, there’s no panties? She grabbed me by the face, looked me deep in the eyes, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. She squeezed her thighs to lock my hand in and said “Yes daddy.” I knew I was she was my kind of freak.