On the Night of the Third Year Since My Wife's Mother Became a Widow — I Couldn't Help Embracing My Lonely Mother‑in‑Law in Her Mourning Dress — 妃ひかり

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For my wife's father's third memorial, my wife and I returned to my mother‑in‑law's home. After the service had calmed, the three of us drank and swapped memories. My wife, who is sensitive to alcohol, fell asleep first, and my mother‑in‑law and I enjoyed a drink together. Seeing my mother‑in‑law in her lonely mourning dress, I felt her as a woman, and she — having not drunk with a man in a long time — also seemed to have her heart racing. Before we knew it, we kissed, neither of us sure who started it...