My father-in-law is an extremely good-looking man. His son (my husband) is a good-looking man as well but he just doesn't have that build that comes from years of heavy lifting and outdoor work. Needless to say, I was pretty happy when I found out that we would have to visit his town in order for my husband to attend some work seminars. We always had a good time when we visited. I did realize that I would have to be alone with my father-in-law for a good portion of our visit since my husband and step mother-in-law would be working most of that time. That is when I hatched a plan to give myself the best Valentine's day gift ever.
I had recently visited my parents and, due to recent medical problems, my father had an ample supple of Viagra as well as sedatives and muscle relaxers so I just decided to help myself to his supply. When I took these items from him, I had other intentions in mind but once I found out about our trip to the in-laws I decided to not even tell my husband that I had them.
On Valentine's morning, my husband kissed me long and deep as an apology that he would be gone until late that night but he promised me that when he got home we would check in to a hotel and have a wonderful Valentine's Day celebration. As he left he asked me if I would please make that Quiche his father liked so much for breakfast. I smiled and agreed. As a matter of fact, I had already decided to make breakfast for my father-in-law.
I grabbed several of the pills I had taken from my father and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I heard the shower running as I prepared breakfast and quickly grabbed some of the sedatives as well as a couple viagra and crushed them into a fine powder. I mixed the powder in to a cup of strong coffee with flavored cream and prayed that he would not notice the added ingredient.
By the time my father-in-law arrived in the kitchen, I had his breakfast already plated and waiting.
"Wow, Dani! This looks delicious!" He exclaimed.
"It's just a special Valentine's Day breakfast," I replied. "It's the least I could do for you letting us stay here. Please, have a seat." I motioned to the bar where I had his place set and the coffee waiting for him.
He sat on the bar stool and I watched as he ate.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked.
"Oh, after I have my shower," I replied.
"Well, you're making me nervous. Sit down and have some coffee with me." He motioned to the stool next to him.
I sat down with a cup of coffee and watched in anticipation as he took a sip. My heart was thundering in fright as I saw a look of surprise cross his face, but my fright quickly turned to excitement when he said,
"This coffee is amazing! You really outdid yourself this morning, Dani!"
"Thanks, Eric. I'm glad you're enjoying it," I said. "Well, I'm going to jump in the shower. We brought a few movies we thought you would enjoy. They're on the entertainment center. Help yourself! And please, help yourself to more Quiche and potatoes!"
"I will, thanks. I think I will also help myself to some more coffee!" He said enthusiastically.
I walked away with relief and excitement pouring over me.
A few minutes later I stood in the shower planning my next move. At this point I wasn't sure exactly how to make this perfect day happen, but adrenaline pushed me into a sense of euphoria. I was nervous and a little scared but more than anything I felt alive. The warm water only seemed to be heightening my senses. I felt warm and slick and I knew that had nothing to do with the shower.
When I was done showering, I took my time dressing and misting my body in what I hoped would be intoxicating scents. By the time I was done, I knew I looked and smelled good. I examined myself in the mirror and loved the way my red blouse revealed a good portion of my more than ample breasts. I noticed how the nipples were poking through the soft fabric in full erection. I wondered which pills would take effect first. I wondered if he would have time to become uncomfortably aware of my breasts before the sedatives took affect. I knew that he had to love my breasts. He had told my husband many times before that he was a "breast man" and wished his wife had big boobs on her small, 95 pound frame.
Well, I knew it was time for me to make my appearance. At least 45 minutes had passed since my father-in-law had consumed the pills. I slowly walked out to the living room. I could see him from around the corner before he noticed me. He was shifting uncomfortably in his big easy chair, trying to watch one of the videos I had left there. It was obvious that he was having a "hard" time concentrating.
"How's the movie?" I asked as I waltzed by him and sat on the couch. I noticed that his eyes were drawn immediately to my breasts. He blushed furiously and looked away.
"Oh..it's..it's...good," he stammered. "I'm having a hard time concentrating, though. I think that coffee...or no sleep...or..some..something."
I smiled. "Maybe you should let me help you to your bed. You probably just need a little nap. Maybe you ate too much...you should sleep it off."
