Husband and wife return home to visit her parents. Tired from the long journey, they decide to take a bath, but I notice we’re out of soap. I ask my wife, and my kind mother-in-law brings some over. When I ask her to wash my back, I mention that I never have sex with my wife. Suddenly, my mother-in-law gently grabs my crotch, whispers “I’m sorry, my daughter,” and brings me to a pleasurable climax. That night, unable to hold back any longer, I sneak into my mother-in-law’s futon after midnight and spend the night with her. The next day, I talk with my wife and confess my attraction to her mother’s back and voluptuous hips. I learn that my mother-in-law has long struggled with insecurities about her imperfect body. When my wife decides to go on a trip, I blurt out that I want to see her mother again. Unable to suppress these feelings, my bond with my mother-in-law becomes unforgettable. Though my marriage gradually improves and grows stronger, my deep desire for my mother-in-law remains forever embedded in my heart.