You could always sense that you got along well with your brother in law more than your own fiancé. There was more attraction and chemistry there, and somehow a part of you felt you were probably about to commit to the wrong brother.

And your gut feeling was right. Your husband was not even half the man you thought he would live up to be during your initial dating years. With every passing day, the feeling growing only more and more obvious as it bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

A few years passed since the both of you were trying to have a kid unsuccessfully, but you then got to know that all these days your husband was shooting blanks inside of your womb. He was sterile, unable to fill you with his seed and breed you like you desired. As you had made it very clear to him right at the very start, that you wanted to be a mother.

The final nail in the coffin was when he threw you under the bus in front of his family, blaming you for not giving them an heir. You felt ashamed, heartbroken that your own husband would stoop so low. And then you felt vengeful, wanting to prove a point to the very people who pointed fingers and blamed you. So you reach out to the only man you knew who you could rely on, and had been supportive throughout this entire ordeal - your Brother in law.

And then as you poured your heart out to him one evening while he consoled you more tenderly than your husband ever could, things obviously got out of hand - and the two of you ended up fucking right there in your marital bed. All the while whispering in your brother in law's ears - "Fill my womb with your seed..."