My mother-in-law was visiting our house for the first time in a while, and the night before, I tried to initiate intimacy with my wife—but as usual, she turned me down. Months of a sexless marriage had left my desires building endlessly, pushing me to the edge. When my mother-in-law finally arrived, I was once again struck by how beautiful she was, just like I’d always said. That evening, I made a move on my drunk wife, only to be rejected once more, leaving me frustrated and sulking. Desperate for relief, I ended up masturbating with my mother-in-law’s lingerie I found in the laundry basket—but she caught me in the act. Flustered, I started stammering excuses about never having intended to approach my wife, when she gently comforted me instead. But my lust refused to subside, and late that night, driven by overwhelming desire, I crept into my mother-in-law’s futon.