Trapped with My Lustful Father-in-Law

I am a woman with an insatiable libido.

I have never been medically diagnosed, but I know I suffer from sex addiction.

Especially during ovulation, I need to have sex at least two or three times a day. Otherwise, I feel unbearably restless all over.

My tall, well-built husband should have been the perfect solution to fill my emptiness.

But lately, he has been extremely busy, away on a business trip for over half a month.

Now, I am completely falling apart. I keep losing focus at work, and even using my vibrator every night is no longer satisfying.

My mind is consumed with thoughts of men.

It has reached the point where I must carry two pairs of panties in my bag to change throughout the day, or I risk embarrassing myself.

That day after work, the subway was unusually crowded. I was squeezed into a corner and finally managed to steady myself.

Then I felt a large, burning hand press against my buttocks, kneading me forcefully.

"Pervert!"

Almost every attractive woman who commutes by subway has encountered a groper.

I am no exception.

Today, I was wearing a tight-fitting short skirt. If I bent over even slightly, my pink thong and private parts would be visible. I was exactly the type of young woman these subway predators love to target.

It was almost certain I would attract unwanted attention.

But when I secretly glanced behind me, my face flushed bright red.

I never imagined that the man boldly groping my buttocks would be my father-in-law, Liam Roscente, who had just arrived in Guangzhou from out of town.

My husband, Noah, had called yesterday to say his father was coming to stay for a while. Yet here I was, encountering him on the subway.

Even more shocking, he didn't recognize me. He mistook me for one of those secretly provocative young wives who wouldn't dare resist when touched.

In the reflection on the window, I saw his broad body enveloping me completely. His face showed pure enjoyment as he pressed against me.

I hung my head low, desperately clenching my buttocks and tightening every muscle in my body to fight the intense, bone-deep tingling sensation.

I was terrified I might let out a shameless moan.