It was our wedding night, and all our guests had cleared out. My husband, Keith, and I went through the wedding gifts, and the estimated total amounted to 100,000 dollars. Floored, I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, but the highlight of the night wasn’t the generous gifts. Despite Keith’s protests, I snatched up the gifts and put them away. Right in front of him, I pulled out a scanty nightgown from the wardrobe and slipped into it. Just as things were heating up, the pressing knock on the door interrupted Keith from pouncing on me. I threw my nightgown back on. I opened the door to find my mother-in-law, Whitney, standing there, pillow in hand. Unsure of her intentions, I was a bit on edge. Whitney was Keith's stepmother. She was not the stereotypical older lady. Thanks to her skincare regime, she looked young and alluring for her age. Her equally skimpy, if not worse, lingerie did little to hide her gorgeous shape, especially since she opted not to wear a bra. The w
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