I live with my stepmother and wife. From a certain point on, I couldn't take my eyes off my stepmother. The sight of her sweating as she indulged in pleasure alone—after accidentally catching that glimpse. One night, my wife insisted on having sex for the first time in a while, but I was tired and refused. My stepmother overheard our conversation, and I confessed that I couldn't stop thinking about her. She lowered her eyes and said, 'Just today, just once,' as she took my hand and led me to her bedroom…
