The Loose Young Wife and Her Acromegaly Father-in-Law

Mark had been so direct about it. I felt my face flush an even deeper shade of crimson.

I could hardly believe I had ended up here, completely exposed in front of him like this.

I watched as his gaze fixed intently on that place. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. It was loud enough that I could hear it.

Mortified, I instinctively brought my hands down to cover myself.

He gently moved them aside. “Be good. Let me take a proper look.”

As he said that, he touched it directly. He was examining me like a meticulous inspector. He carefully parted it and felt along the contours. His fingers were tracing the skin.

He was not even wearing gloves. His rough hand, calloused and worn, grazed against me.

My body trembled uncontrollably. Then, I felt a sudden wave of heat rushing through me.

This was bad, I thought. At any rate, I would start reacting. I wanted to stop him, but my body felt weak and limp. My eyes could not help but keep drifting back toward Mark.

Mark was wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxer shorts. His upper body was completely bare. His eight-pack abs were perfectly defined. His waist and abdomen were lean and powerful. From his navel down to his lower abdomen, there was even a small trail of hair.

The overwhelming scent of raw masculinity hit me all at once. I instantly felt a surge of heat inside my body, like a sudden fire had been lit within me.

After what felt like a full examination, looking, feeling, and probing, Mark finally reached his conclusion. “You’re dealing with postpartum muscle atony. Some people commonly call it pelvic relaxation. Normally, a woman can accommodate two or three fingers. In your case, I can fit my whole hand. Gordon is probably no more than four inches, so I imagine things between you haven’t been very satisfying.”

I nodded. I felt a flicker of hurt surfacing. “Yes, he won’t even touch me anymore. Earlier, I was even…”

“Don’t worry too much. There’s a way to treat it. The problem is finding the right person to help you.”

“There is. Gordon could help me,” I said innocently.

“But didn’t you just tell me things between you weren’t working? The treatment I’m suggesting requires a man who’s physically compatible with you. You’d need to be with him continuously for about a week. During that time, it has to happen once a day. That’s the only way to prevent the muscles from continuing to deteriorate.”

“What?”

What kind of bizarre treatment was that? Was that not basically cheating?

Besides, with how loose I was, where would I even find a man who was a match for me? There simply was no one like that.

Seeing that I was still hesitant, Mark actually said, “There probably aren’t many men like that. Tell you what, let me try it with you. To be honest, I have acromelagy in that area. We might actually be a perfect match.”

Huh? Had his growth been abnormal? But given our relationship, was this even okay?

I hesitated. “B-But…”

Mark cut me off firmly. “No more ‘buts.’ If your condition isn’t treated soon, it’s only going to get worse.”

With that, he reached forward and pulled my legs apart.

I ended up facing him in an unbearably humiliating position.

The next second, Mark eagerly yanked his shorts down.

In an instant, something enormous sprang free.

My breath nearly stopped. So it really was acromelagy. It was so thick and so long.

Even though I was already loose and open, I still felt a flicker of fear. Could a person even survive something that big?

Looking at Mark’s sexy, muscular body and his astonishing manhood, the desire inside me flared completely out of control.

Janet was just outside. The sheer wrongness of it, the thrill, made my head spin.

Mark stared down at me with an obsessive gaze. The refined gentleness he usually carried was completely gone. His eyes were bloodshot. His breathing was ragged, like a wild beast barely holding itself back. He gripped his massive length and positioned it against my trembling center.