Three days had passed since the incident and Richard had an uneasy feeling that Rachel ratted him out, but he had not received any calls from his son about it, so he decided that he would visit his son.
After Jake took her out for a romantic dinner, Rachel had begun feeling awful for having cheated on her fiancé, especially since it was with her fiancé's father. She decided she wouldn't speak of what had occurred and avoid any further sexual activities with Richard.
She felt uneasy about Richard coming over today, but was quite relieved that this time she was not home alone. Jake was home, so Richard wouldn't be able to have his way with her and it would be less tempting for her to give in to her temptations as she tried to suppress them as much as possible to remain faithful to her love.
Richard arrived at his son's house wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He knocked on the door and was pleased that Rachel opened it, which gave him the indication she was excited to see him, never even thinking that it was because she was the closest one to the door. Rachel was wearing a form fitting pink shirt that buttoned down the front that complimented her cleavage and a pair of shorts that gave her butt an even more sexy look. Rachel looked at Richard with slightly pink cheeks, "Hello."
Richard looked at her with a grin as his eyes wandered up and down her body; he loved the short shorts. They sent tingles to his cock; she was already giving him a hard on. Richard quickly leaned in and hugged her. He made sure she felt his hardening dick against her. Jake was standing right behind Rachel, but was clueless to what his dad was doing. Rachel tensed up for a moment during the embrace as she could feel his big cock pressing against her.
Jake looked at his father with a smile, "Hey, Dad, game's almost starting." He then turned his back to them and began walking to the living room. Just then Richard moved his right hand down Rachel's back and squeezed her tight ass. Rachel blushed darkly as she pulled back giving him a look.
Richard smirked as he followed his son to the living room where they both began talking about the hockey game. It genuinely felt like a father-son atmosphere and Richard treated Rachel like a normal father-in-law would. She treated him the same and she had even brought in beers and snacks later. Neither one wanted to hurt Jake as he was very important to them.
Just as things were seeming normal, Jake got up to go to the bathroom leaving his father and his soon-to-be wife alone. Rachel was sitting back down in her seat after getting Richard a beer. She glanced over at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Rachel," he raised his hand and called her over with his finger.
Rachel bit her lip before she walked over, "Yes?" Richard grabbed her by her hips and pulled her down onto his lap with her ass planted right on his cock. She let out a meep when she had felt herself against his crotch. "How come you haven't told my son what I did to you?" He started to nibble on her neck as he spread her legs apart and began stroking her pussy through the fabric of her shorts.
She blushed, "I-I didn't want to be the one ruining what little family you two had left."
"Oh? Here I thought my daughter-in-law enjoyed cheating on my son." His hand jerked hard up and down her pussy.
She let out a small gasp of pleasure at the feeling of him rubbing her. He was getting her off, while her love was in the bathroom. She knew it would only be a minute or so before she came, "I-it's not exactly the worst," she admitted, embarrassed by it.
He laughed into her ear quietly, "You know... that means you're a slut. Fucking behind your fiancé's back -- with his father no less. You love it don't you?" Richard then slapped her pussy as he continued to jerk faster. He felt her crotch get rather warm and wet.
"You're the one who raped me," she said as she bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry out as she ended up cumming into her shorts. Although it didn't manage to completely soak through, she could feel her panties get soaked
"And you're the one who walked over to me when I crooked my finger." Richard stopped playing with her pussy and just tapped his fingers over her wet crotch. "That makes you a slut, darling." Rachel's eye twitched as she didn't want this or at least she was in denial. "Well then I'm stopping." Rachel glanced up as she heard the toilet flush. Richard pushed her off of him and she almost fell to the floor, but quickly regained form and hopped to the seat she was on before.
"Did I miss much?" said Jake who walked into the room and sat down, with no idea of what had just occurred. Rachel shook her head as he smiled at her and they watched the game. Richard looked over at her from time to time. He didn't want it to stop now, it had gone too far for him, it wasn't rape -- it was sex. He knew she enjoyed herself and he craved more from her.
Rachel glanced at her watch, "I better go make dinner." She got up and headed into the kitchen. She was contemplating what to do about the situation because Richard was making her feel like a no-good slut and it annoyed her, but also turned her on as she had never before been treated as such. She also felt awful at how she was treating Jake behind his back. While thinking about all this she began to prep dinner.
