My mother in law had died suddenly a few years back and subsequently we had taken to visiting my father in law on a fret basis. Right in the head wasn't in the first time I didn't reply Partly to make sure he was ok, but has he lived in a bloody big house up north, to make sure my husband Gary's inheritance wasn't being wasted on some gold digger.
Roger, my father in law was an attractive man, he was in his mid 60's but didn't look it as he kept himself pretty much in shape and still had a good head of hair, so would be a bit of a catch for the more unscrupulous of the female race as he was quite wealthy.
We'd always got on well, though on a couple of occasions I was sure he was looking a little too long at my arse and tits, but had never given that any serious thought.
Staying at Roger's had a routine, we'd eat dinner fairly early and then we'd watch TV.
Roger would make his excuses about 9.30 and retire to his room, my husband would normally be catching up on some sport on TV and I'd read a book.
This particular evening Roger had not long gone up to his room, Gary had found some golf on the TV , but I'd left my book upstairs in our room.
I went upstairs to get it passing Roger's room on the way. I got my book and was coming back when I noticed that Roger's door was ajar.
I thought nothing of it, but as I passed I noticed a movement inside via a mirror which was all I could see, I stopped and looked a bit closer.
Because of the angle I could see a reflection of Roger in the mirror, he was standing in front of the bed looking at something on a laptop which was on the bed, I noticed then his arm moving and realised that he was probably having a wank over some porn.
I was intrigued, so rather than moving away I stood and watched, I was hoping to get a glance at his cock.
He was wearing a pair of light coloured canvas trousers and a polo shirt and was mumbling to himself as he watched whatever.
From where I was standing I couldn't see either his cock nor what he was watching.
His arm started to move faster and his mumbling got louder, I then heard him say the name Maria, fuck that was my name!
He then moved slightly to one side giving me a view of his cock, it looked a good 8" with a big mushroom head as he was about to cum. I then saw what he was tossing himself off over, on the computer he was playing a slide show of a woman, some in a bikini, others fully dressed and some just of her face, omg, they were pictures of me!
I'd never posed for any pictures, although one summer before I had worn a bikini when we visited.
I was furious as I watched my husband's dad wanking over pictures of me and thought about confronting him.
Before I could do anything he groaned and a massive rope of jizz splattered on the computer screen and my face which was being projected, this was quickly followed by at least four more ropes of spunk landing on his laptop and bed.
I turned to move away and as I did my book banged against the door jarm making a noise.
I saw Roger starting to look in my direction and dashed away, I wasn't sure whether he was aware that I'd just watched him have a wank over me.
When I got downstairs, my husband was watching the tv, although I opened my book I couldn't read anything, my mind was racing and I couldn't get the image of Roger shooting spunk over my pictures.
Worse was to come, unlike other nights, Roger came back downstairs and sat in the chair opposite me and started talking to Gary about the golf.
I couldn't look at him, I was so angry, should I confront him and tell my husband, but then it would be my word against his!
At the same time, I could feel a warm tingle in my cunt, his cock had looked good especially when he shot his first load!
I pretended to be engrossed in my book as they talked, but had the sensation that Roger's eyes were boring into me.
I was curled up on the chair wearing a t shirt and pleated skirt, everything respectable when Gary said he was going to make a coffee and did anyone else want one.
I said no, but Roger said yes and Gary got up and went into the kitchen.
When Gary was in the kitchen I continued to pretend to be engrossed in my book when Roger spoke.
"See anything of interest?" he said.
I pretended to interpret his question differently and said that my book was very interesting, but I realised he knew that I'd watched him wank.
I changed my position in my chair so that my legs were no longer under me, by doing this I'd given Roger a good flash of my legs.
Had I done it on purpose or was it an accident, in all honesty I didn't know, but as I glanced across at Roger I could see the outline of his cock through his trousers. Fuck he'd only cum 15 minutes before and now unless I was very much mistaken he had a semi on!
I made an excuse and went to bed.
About 30minutes later Gary came to bed, I was all over him like a rash and managed to impale my cunt on his cock.
We had a really hard fuck, problem was that all I could think about whilst Gary was fucking my brains out was the sight of his Dad tossing himself off over my pictures!!
Next day Gary and myself had planned a trip into the countryside for a bit of sightseeing and a country restaurant lunch. We had a great day and all thoughts of the night before disappeared.
Arriving back at Roger's, he'd prepared a meal for us, a lovely grilled sea bass and we had an enjoyable dinner.
About 9.30 Roger made his excuses and went to his room, I thought that he was making a bit of a meal about it, or was that to get my attention?
Gary was flicking through sports channels on the tv, but my mind was racing.
Would Roger have his door open, would he be having a wank over some pictures of me?
I'd purposely left my book in my room, but didn't want to make it too obvious that I was following Roger upstairs.
Eventually, after about 10 minutes I got up and went upstairs to get my book.
The door to Roger's room was closed, thank god I thought, I've been imagining all this.
I went into my room and picked up my book.
As I came out I noticed straightaway that Roger's door was open, not only that, but further open than the previous night.
I didn't need to move forward very much, the scene was very similar as the night before.
Roger had his laptop open on the bed and I could see a slide show of my pics was playing, fucking hell, there were loads of upskirt pics, god knows how the dirty old fucker took those!
The other thing that was different was that he was standing more to the side of the bed, so even though his eyes were glued to the pic show, his cock via my view from the mirror was pointing straight at me.
The dirty fucking perv I thought as I pushed his bedroom door open to confront him.
"You filthy old cunt, were did you take those pictures of me?