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In Darkness Comes Discovery (Tyr & Lindxi)

Interestingly enough his daughter in-law hadn’t stuck around long to talk, and had wandered off to some place. Mike didn’t go looking for her, as he knew where she would be later. The inane and irrelevant conversations continued for a while, till finally Mark called it a night, and wandered off to bed, and to fall quickly and deeply asleep.

In polite fashion, he talked with his wife for a little while longer, till she too made the proclamation she was heading to bed. Mike just said he had some business to take care of, and he’d be up later. Given that he dealt in International markets, his odd hours and such were a regular part of his life, though what business he meant to take care of now had nothing to do with his financial interests.

Mike poured himself another drink, stopped by his office, and checked his email and messages, before making his way to the pool. So he wasn’t surprised but pleasantly pleased that his daughter-in-law was already there doing laps. Her choice of bathing suit really did injustice to her body, still though she had enough of a body to pull it off. He wondered if his son had taken the opportunity to at least take care of her or give it to her quick before he crashed, he somehow doubted it. Standing there fully dressed in his suit with a glass in his hand he watched her nubile body glide through the water, the lights of the pool making her sexy contours stand out against the crystal clear water.

I thought my son might have taken the opportunity to help you with your workout, but I see he’s already gone to bed. Did you at least get a chance to tuck the little boy in?

The arrogant comfortable way he spoke, made it clear what expectation he had of his son.
 
Anne had once heard her aunt tell her mother than men wanted a saint in the family room and a whore in the bedroom. Her mom had laughed and agreed. Sadly, and it hurt Anne to even think this, Mark wanted only the saint. Even when they did have sex, it seemed more "duty bound" than anything. Could he be gay? Or just asexual? The disloyal thoughts tormented Anne as she cut through the warm waters of the Olympic sized indoor swimming pool. When she hit the end of the pool, she flipped around, pausing just long enough to note a shadowy figure standing by the sliding glass door. He was back lit and she knew the figure was either Mark, having woken and come to find her, or Mark's father. As different as Mark was from his father, they did have the same body shape, Mark just being a slightly smaller replica of his more powerful, larger father.

When she had finished her latest lap, hitting the other side of the pool, the one nearer the watching man, she paused to catch her breath and then pulled herself out of the blue waters. Reaching up, she pulled off her swim cap, letting her braided hair fall down her back. The pool itself had a series of built in lights, but she hadn't bothered to turn on the overhead lights. Standing, she walked toward the man she now recognized as Mike Roberts. Her walk was slow and sultry, hips swaying. Did she intentionally add an extra erotic element to her approach? She didn't know. Something about Mike made her think of sex. You couldn't get much more tabboo though than a married man and his son's wife. Did that mean he was safe to flirt with? Or was he the most dangerous man in the world to her mental health? She didn't know, but she knew that her body was intensely drawn to him.

Listening to his comment about Mark helping her with her workout, Anne smiled. "Mike caught me in the bathroom and fucked me blind. He's a monster in the sack, treats me like an utter whore and I love it." She had meant to get in his face, make him respect Mark. Unfortunately, she had accidentally said Mike when she spoke and didn't even realize it.
 
The night air was crisp and cool, small wisps of steam caressed the top of the water, as the sexy young woman finished her lap and pulled her lithe body easily from the water. She stood there the light accentuating her feminine curves, the material of her wet suit clinging to her body. At first she ignored him, then she began a very seductive sashaying walk towards him, almost as if she dared him to look, Mike didn’t blink as his eyes took in her body, consuming it. So he made his comment, and was pleasantly surprised when she came back with a quick though very improbably retort, and when she said his name instead of his son’s he chuckled.

Well I think I would have remembered fucking a hot little whore like you in the bathroom. How good were you, did you cum all over my cock like a good little slut?

Mike turned the conversation back on her, knowing that she was trying to make it sound like her husband was more man than he, and that she didn’t need him. Mark’s little conservative wife, was more of a woman than he suspected, and clearly more than his son could hope to handle. Mike stood there confidently, not in the least perturbed by her attire, or their rather crude and vulgar exchange, one that normally didn’t occur between father and daughter-in-law.

Mike steps forward, one hand still casually holding his glass, but the other boldly reaches out and trails down her front while he looks into her eyes. There was no fear in his eyes, but a cold confident determination to have her, and have her his way.
 
Anne stood there framed by moonlight, confident of her sexuality despite a husband who rarely if ever saw her in that light. When her husband's father made no effort to hide his bold, possessive gaze, she stood there, one hip cocked slightly, shoulders back so that he could enjoy what he saw to his heart's content.

When he made his rude little comment about a whore cumming on his cock, she didn't flinch or show any shock. Frankly, she was tired of the disrespect Mike continuously showed her husband. He made no attempt to hide the contempt that he had for his oldest son and it infuriated her. But rather than show her anger, she simply ran her tongue over her lips and gave him a sexy little smile.

"Your son may be my husband legally. But in the bedroom he's my master," she said proudly. "You have no idea of the kind of man he is, how masculine and dominant he is. We have no safe words. He treats me like his fucktoy and I love it. He has complete control over me and can be cruel and sadistic at times." Her breath came a bit quicker and she blushed as she realized that the fantasy she was spinning about her "cruel, dominant" husband was actually turning her on and she could feel moisture flooding between her thighs at the mere thought of belonging to a tough, hard man like she was describing. "If I ever tried to escape, he'd do whatever it took to keep me as his slave." Her eyes gleamed a bit as she said the last sentence. "But he keeps this side of himself private, because he doesn't likes weaker people to underestimate him." Clearly, she insinuated that Mike fell in the 'weaker person' category.
 
The young things attempted to weave a story of whose improbable and preposterous nature was incredulous at best. PT Barnum in his best day would have trouble making that sound believable given any knowledge of the subject in question. He stood there stoically, using his best negotiating face, as she spewed forth this fantasy, that by itself was arousing, but whose reality was nearly as unlikely. Like a young child concocting a reason for their homework being not done or lost, she embellished, compounded and added to it, as she expanded on her epic fantasy. Mike let her continue, to the point that she insinuated that his son was a wolf in sheep’ clothing, lurking, hiding, waiting to strike.

Really? The same boy that suckled at his mother’s tit years past any other? The same boy who sang in choir? The same boy who wet his bed till he was twelve? The same boy who most thought was gay, till he finally came home with a fat ugly stupid girlfriend from school, rather than ask one that he really wanted? The same boy who had his choice of pussy and ass to use, and passed on it? Come now do you take me for a fool?

The hand that was passing over her front, touched her, groped her, as he stepped even closer, never once asking permission, never once seemingly shy or hesitant. Everything about him radiated power, masculinity, and confidence.

Or is this what you wished and dreamed life could be like when you are all alone, your eyes shut, and your hand between your legs?

The same hand trails further down her front, to the same area that his foot had explored earlier. While he waited for her response, his piercing eyes stared at her, while his other hand brought the drink up to his mouth for him to consume, the look her gave made it seem like he was looking into her soul.
 
Mike's words denigrating his own son, her husband, were like hard slaps across the face for Anne. The truth was she loved her husband, but he couldn't satisfy her sexually and had never even tried. She could have lived with a vanilla sex life, but she wasn't willing to live without sex entirely.

And then it happened, her father-in-law's hard hand was touching her. It was no hesitant little question of a touch, but rather an assertion. He would take what he wanted and he didn't particularly care who knew. Stepping forward, her lips parted just enough for her tongue to rest on her glistening lower lip. Still damp from the pool, she didn't feel chilled in the least.

She stepped closer, enjoying the way his hand groped her breast. He had stepped forward to and they stood mere inches from each other. When he taunted her with the idea that what she had said was her own wishes and dreams, Anne smiled. "What if I do dream occasionally about being treated like a man's slave, shoved to my knees, turned into a sexual object?" She reached up and rested her smaller hand on his, pressing it down on her breast. "Is that wrong? Desiring a strong man to take control of me is just a fantasy, but maybe I need to be spanked." Laughing, she tilted her head slightly to the left and leaning forward, she pressed a kiss onto her father-in-law's firm lips and then stepped away. "Pity there's no actual slavery in this world. I wouldn't mind standing on the auction block for a man like you."


At this moment, there wasn't a shred of guilt or even a thought of her husband. She had revered to her wild, pre-Mark days, and was responding to the blatant sexuality of this man, teasing him, flirting with him, hoping he would do something about it.
 
The poor thing, she looked like she was in serious need. She tried to keep up the front, and yet her young body was already trying to entice him, trying to get him to take her. He’d just verbally berated and emasculated her husband and her hand was pressing his into her ripe and ready breast. So he took the opportunity to rub and caressed the proffered mound, listening as she asked to be spanked.

Oh I think you need to be more than spanked. I think you need a lot of things done to you.

Her head tilting up to initiate a kiss, her body moving against his, all meant to garner some sort of affectionate response. He stood there not even responding as she moved back coyly trying to say she wouldn’t mind being purchased and owned by a man like him. He took a moment to have his eyes inspect her, looking her from head to toe, and doing so without a regard to its appropriateness.

It’s not wrong at all. Why shouldn’t you want the attentions of a real man? Why shouldn’t you enjoy the unbridled pleasures of the flesh? There is joy and pleasure in serving and serving absolutely.

He stopped for a moment, leaving a pause, and then he continued.

I find most women are afraid to admit it, to say it goes against everything they been raised and forced to believe. I think you are afraid, afraid of what you would feel and do, if someone knew your inner secret.

The look he gave her was penetrating as he casually took another sip of his drink, before continuing.

Let’s see what kind of girl you really are. STRIP!

The last word clearly voiced that it was a command, and that he expected her to comply, his deep voice emphasizing the single word. Nothing about it was a question, nothing about it was wishy-washy, it simply meant she had a choice or did she?
 
Anne looked past Mike through the glass sliding door to the hallway. It led to the bedroom that she and her husband shared. The bedroom where he slept after a hard day working for his father and earning money for his wife. He had been up at around four in the morning, caught the red-eye, spent five or six hours on the plane, and then another hour in the limo to the office. Worked like a dog and then came home exhausted. And yet his father and wife were playing outside by the pool while he lay utterly exhausted.

When Mike rubbed her breast, teasing her nipple into a firm point, she felt damp between her thighs. Object! she told herself. But instead, she found herself forgetting about Mark, wanting to just let this happen. The thought of being spanked outraged and excited her. And she couldn't help the dreamy smile that curved across her lips as he mentioned doing other things to her.

The pulse in her throat went wild as he spoke of the pleasure in serving absolutely. Was she afraid to admit what she wanted? Did she even know what she wanted.

And then came that life changing order. Strip! he said. The word rang like a bell and she froze. Then suddenly like a frightened deer she turned and gracefully dove into the pool, leaving not even a splash. Her form vanished briefly and then her head bobbed up and she tossed out something, a dark wet piece of cloth, a one piece swimsuit. Vanishing again, her form could be seen swimming underwater, naked and free.


Anne had lacked the nerve to respond verbally, to face him while she stripped. But she didn't have the strength of will to turn him down either. So she had fled and obeyed. Already, heart pounding, she regretted her choice and wondered if she could get her bathing suit back or simply run back to her room.
 
Mike didn’t say a thing or even really react as his son’s wife retreated into the pool, and then returned with her suit, tossing with soggy sound onto edge of the pool. He casually sipped on his drink, smiling as he watched her propel herself underwater. He waited he wasn’t going to chase her, that was for sure, he never chased pussy, it always came to him. If you chased it, it thought it had some control over you, so there was no reason to start this on some even footing. How many fools bought round after round at the bar, only to see the same bitch leave to the guy that didn’t even give the cunt the time of day. Girls didn’t want men that were hard up, they just wanted the one that they knew would take care of them the right way.

Mike almost thought about leaving, and ignoring her for the evening, as nothing got a girl more hot, than being ignored. He thought about it for a moment, and realized his drink was low. The perfect opportunity to do something and then come back, so he simply reached down and put her suit on of the lounge chairs before, he briefly stepped into the house to refill his drink. Had she ever stripped for her husband, done anything to thrill him, he figured she had, and his dim whit son probably told her it was gross or dirty or some other stupid thing like that. If anything she wanted to be a woman, and to feel the touch of a real man. He chuckled as he refilled his drink. Putting the bottle away, he turned and made his way back to the pool, maybe by the time he returned she would be done playing her little mermaid game, and he would see if she was ready to play a more adult game.
 
When Anne made her next turn, she paused and scanned the area where Mike had been. He’d left! Bastard, she thought infuriated. Her heart pounded more from the tension of the moment than her nighttime swimming exercise. Pulling herself out of the pull, she walked naked to a nearby lawn chair. Sitting down there, she reached up and undid what was left of her braids. Even though the swim room was heated, she still felt a bit chilled. Maybe Mike had thought better of getting involved with his daughter-in-law? Her smile twisted as she realized how much she needed Mark to fuck her. God knows what would have happened if Mike hadn’t left the room.

Her hand had drifted between her thighs. No one else would come here tonight. Adjusting the pool chair, she lay back and spread her thighs. Then she started to toy with herself, running her finger along her slit, teasing herself as she again remembered Mike with that maid on the floor. What kind of man was he really? She wondered. In the background, she heard steps and knew Mike had returned. She didn’t stop.

Anne knew she was playing with fire. She knew that she was about to betray her husband in the worst possible way, but she desperately needed to feel a real man between her thighs once more. Guilt was for the morning, tonight, she needed passion.
 
Mike ambled back to the backyard and the pool, his glass of liquor dangling in one had as he opened the slider stepped through and closed it. For the briefest moment as he cast his eyes over the elegantly appointed and manicured backyard, he noted that there was no one in the pool, but soon he saw her feet, as the back of the pool chair she was in was towards the house, to naturally block the view. As he moved closer he realized that she was playing with herself, which amused him, for she clearly was in some serious need.

Don’t mind me.

Mike said as he came around to stand next to her as she played, the way he spoke seemed to make it sound like she was gardening or fixing some food and not playing with herself. Mike noted that her pussy was unshaved, and that she had a bountiful snatch of hair, something that only reaffirmed that she wasn’t someone’s slave, unless his son had a hair fetish, and if so she wouldn’t have shaved her legs. No it just reaffirmed to him that she had been bluffing all along.

So is that how you spend your evenings when your husband is home?

Lifting his glass he took a sip as his eyes watched her and her naked body. Though at times he’d berated his son, he had done by some miracle a good job in finding a nice looking piece of ass to marry.
 
Anne felt raw sexual need flicker down her spine when she saw Mike approach the elongated pool chair, it's back laid nearly flat as she used her fingers to stimulate her rich, erotic imagination. She found her clitoris and began to stimulate it with rapidly increasing movements of her long fingers, fully aware that her father-in-law could see every dirty little movement she made.

As her hips began to writhe, she saw him take a long sip of his drink, obviously savoring the alcohol before he asked if this was how she spent her evenings when his son was home. A sly little smile crossed her lips. "Oh I don't mind you at all. And this is how I spent a few minutes this afternoon after seeing something that ... ah ... stimulated my imagination." Drawing up her legs, so that her knees were facing the starts, she sank her fingers deep into her vagina, imagining that Mike was plumbing her depths. She smiled. "Am I totally wicked, because I crave a strong man? Or maybe I'm just a slut with needs."

Clouds broke and suddenly moonlight shown down, illuminating the pair, glinting with a silver light on her ripe breasts, firm nipples. She sat up and shook her hair loose and brought her hand up to her mouth. Gently sucking on her fingers, she stared steadily over at Mike, her eyes hungry for what he might offer.

The ball was in his court.
 
His son’s wife was putting on a nice show, and talking about her needs and wants which only solidified what he was already thinking about her. So he let her continue her show, hopefully working herself to an even greater need as she presented more of herself to him. Mike took no efforts to touch or engage her physically, but watched as she worked her fingers deeper into her hairy twat.

Does it really matter what you are, all that matters is what you need. So what if you are a dirty little slut, you know what you want, and you know how good it’s going to feel.

Mike just stood there looking down as she continued her show, letting her expose and reveal herself. Each step she was taking was making it easier and more clear to Mike what he was going to do. Call it an ego trip, but what could be better than to take your son’s beloved mate, and to make her yours. To have her so completely that she would select you over her husband, to control her so completely that she thinks of you first above all others. Yes, Mike was going to challenge himself, and see how far he could bring this young thing under his dominion, to make her absolutely his possession, his property.

And then sometimes fantasy doesn’t live up to reality.

He says as he looks down at her hair pussy.

Now if you really are a slut who wants some, you better start looking like one and shave that hairy snatch of yours. Otherwise, the only thing going down there is your hand.

Mike puts down his glass on a table.

Now I think I’ll take a short swim, as there is nothing else to do.

He turns and heads to the small changing room near the pool, leaving his daughter-in-law to figure out what she was going to do.
 
Anne stared up at the muscled body of her father-in-law, enjoying the sight of him staring down at her naked body as she masturbated for their mutual pleasure. Three hundred feet away her husband lay sleeping and the thought tormented her. But it didn't stop her from spreading her thighs a little wider as the man's father watched his wife bury her fingers into her pussy, watched her fingering her engorged little clitoris.

She had lost herself in the moment. So it was like a splash of cold, eye-opening water when he told her that she had to shave her pussy. Her face paled a bit, but something about being talked to this way also excited her. She was tired of being this precious little woman. She wanted to be treated like a sex object part of the time, not the angelic wife.

When he walked away, her eyes followed him. Standing, she gave a flirtatious little smile. So big Mike thought he held all of the cards, she thought to herself. She walked back into the house, naked, hips swaying as if she didn't care if anyone saw her. Entering the large, beautifully furnished bedroom she shared with her husband Mark, she went into the bathroom and opened the second drawer where she kept her shaving supplies. Fifteen minutes later, and freshly showered, she had a smooth triangle between her legs. She wondered idly what Mark would say. Reaching behind the towels, she found her vibrator and walked into the master bedroom. Staring down at her husband, she reached down and slowly inserted the vibrator, flicking it on, thinking of Mark touching her, Mike touching her, father and son fucking her together.

When she finally came, she crawled into bed beside her husband, vibrator still buried between her legs and closed her eyes. The thought of Mike out there swimming turned her on a little. Fuck him for tonight. The games could continue tomorrow. She flicked on the vibrator and let her imagination take off.

Mark snored next to her.
 
Mike changed from his suit to a pair of swim trunks, not at all rushing or worrying about the sexy young woman. If she wanted it, she’d come back now or later, it really didn’t matter. Having changed, he walked over to the pool to take a much needed relaxing swim, not only to loosen up, and let the stress of the day wash away, but to stay in shape. Mike like keeping in shape, he wasn’t a work out nut, but he kept in good physical condition and exercised regularly, plus a very energetic and active sex life didn’t hurt.

When the young woman didn’t immediately return, Mike just kept swimming, wondering if she’d been able to convince her husband to help her, or if she’d just returned to her bedroom to sulk. No matter, knowing his son, and the show she put on, she’d be coming back to him soon enough. Luckily he’d already had a nice interlude with the maid so though he would have enjoyed her if she returned; he could always find entertainment elsewhere if it was required. Still a nice swim, and rest, and there would always be tomorrow

Mark slept soundly not realizing that anything had gone on or changed, for him it had been a very busy day, ending nicely with his gorgeous wife explaining to his father what a monster he was. The sun rose the next morning and Mark arose, his eyes opening, and a smile on his face, his beautiful wife next to him in bed, he knew how lucky a man he was. Feeling invigorated and rejuvenated he slid in to spoon his wife, and maybe entice her into a nice morning love making session. Sporting some morning wood, he nestled in next to her, reaching around to caress and hold her. Though he didn’t like to do oral sex or to give it, he knew a woman just wasn’t ready at a moment’s notice, and some loving encouragement was always necessary. So he reaches around to lovingly caress her breasts, while trialing kisses on her neck for a morning romantic awakening.
 
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