Despite harboring intense physical disgust toward my father-in-law, I kept silent from my husband, agonizing over it day after day. Then, due to my husband's sudden business trip, I found myself alone with my father-in-law for the night—and my bad feeling was dead on. Pretending to be half-asleep, he suddenly slipped into my futon. The man who had secretly watched me having sex with my husband, who knew every inch of my body, began sliding his wet tongue over my most sensitive spots. Waves of pleasure washed over me, yet at the same time, a deep sense of discomfort tightened in my chest. [Celebrating KMP's 20th Anniversary!!]