After forcing me to suck his cock, Ved's behavior only got worse. He looked at me with a smile that dared me to try and fight him; a smile that said he had all the power. And indeed he did. Even if I could resist his monstrously magnificent cock, he could just tell my husband, Suraj, that I'd been spying on him in the shower. I could deny it but once the seeds of suspicion were planted they would be hard for Suraj to fight.

If Ved's cock wasn't so magnificent then maybe I would be able to say no. If only Ved wasn't so big. If only his cock was average-sized. I wouldn't be feeling the way I did. Maybe if all those things weren't true I would be able to look my son in the eye without feeling burning shame and lust.