I've been married to my husband for four years and moved into his parents' house where his father lives. My relationship with my father-in-law was good, and I was living a happy life, but the only problem was the bland nightlife with my husband. One day, while no one was home, I was comforting myself when my father-in-law saw me. He must have been frustrated too, so when he approached me, I felt pity and gave him relief with my hand right there. That incident became the start of it all, and my father-in-law came to me again…
