Mike sat on the patio of his in-laws’ sprawling Florida retirement home, the thick, humid air wrapped around him like a suffocating blanket. The golden light of the setting sun painted the manicured lawn in warm hues, but the serene beauty of the scene did little to calm him. He swirled the ice in his glass, thinking about his dilemma. “How the hell did I get into this?” Mike thought to himself.

It all started after Mike's Work convention in Miami. Betty, his lovely mother-in-law, had insisted—demanded—that he stop by for a few days before heading back to New York. “You work too hard,” she’d said in her charming, no-nonsense way. Lynn, his wife of just over a year, had encouraged the visit, brushing aside his hesitation. “They love you, Mike. It’ll be good for you to spend time with my parents.”

This little trip was his first time spending extended time alone with his in-laws, and it was far more complicated than he’d imagined.

Mike’s father-in-law, Ken, was an ex-pro golfer and retired Wall Street powerhouse. Although he was in his early sixties, he excelled at everything and knew it. Fit, silver-haired, and effortlessly intimidating, Ken's presence made Mike feel like he was constantly being scrutinized.

And Betty, his mother-in-law…Well, Betty was something else entirely. She was a few years younger than Ken vibrant, confident, and undeniably sexy, she was stunning, a curvier, more sensual version of Mike's wife, Lynn. From the moment they’d met, Betty had pushed boundaries with lingering glances, playful touches, and compliments that were a little forward to feel innocent. Mike had laughed it off at first, chalking it up to her bold personality, but now, alone with her in this sprawling house, it was impossible to ignore the tension between them.

Ken and Betty, as a couple, were unlike anyone Mike had ever met. They were constantly touching, teasing, and making comments that felt far too openly intimate for any couple, let alone one that’s been together for decades.

Earlier that day, while lounging by the pool, Ken had playfully smacked Betty’s butt as she walked past him in her tiny swimsuit. She turned, laughing, and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him so deeply it made Mike blush and he had to avert his eyes. Even at dinner, Ken’s hand rested on Betty’s thigh under the table, and his eyes lingered on her figure in a way that made it clear their passion hadn’t faded one bit

“Stunning, isn’t she?” Ken said it with a wink. “Betty hasn’t aged a day.”

Betty laughed, leaning into Mike with a flirtatious smirk. “Oh, don’t mind, Ken. He’s frisky because he knows I’m always commando when I wear a dress.” She winked, her voice full of playful mischief, and Mike felt his cheeks burn as he focused on his plate, trying to avoid her gaze.

After dinner, Ken excused himself to take a business call in the den. Even in retirement, Ken couldn’t leave work behind—leaving Mike and Betty on the patio to fend for themselves.

Now Mike sat across from Betty on the patio, her attention entirely on him. The air between them was heavy, charged with a sexual undercurrent. A knot of tension curled in his stomach, refusing to dissipate. Betty’s sundress clung to her curves, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination as she lounged back in her chair. Each subtle shift of her body caused the neckline to dip, teasingly revealing the soft swell of her cleavage. The faint outline of her nipples beneath the fabric didn’t escape his notice, no matter how hard Mike tried to look away.

Mike’s gaze betrayed him repeatedly, flickering toward her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. But it was impossible not to notice Betty—her presence was magnetic, commanding attention with an ease that left him disarmed. As his eyes lingered too long, taking in the curve of her body, Mike felt himself getting hard in his shorts. Panic struck as he tried to adjust subtly, shifting in his seat to hide it.

When she met his gaze, her eyes sparkled with mischief. Of course, she had noticed him looking—Betty noticed everything. Mike’s face burned with embarrassment, but he couldn’t look away fast enough.

Betty’s voice, smooth and teasing, broke the silence. “See something you like, Mike?” she asked, casually sipping her wine.

Mike swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Uh… yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his honesty hung thick between them, charged with an unspoken tension that made his chest tighten.

Betty’s smile widened, her tone warm and playful. “Relax, Mike,” she said, leaning back as if to put him at ease. Her chest rose subtly, the motion drawing his attention. “I don’t mind. I’m flattered.”

Her gaze dropped briefly to his shorts, and this time, there was no hiding Mike’s hardness, rock solid and visible. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as they flicked back to his face. “You know,” she murmured, her voice soft, “you’re handsome.” Her words were laced with a teasing edge, but there was something else—something deliberate and unnerving.

Mike’s heart raced as she continued, her voice dropping lower. “If you weren’t my son-in-law,” she said, her lips curving into a sly smile, “I might be tempted to make a move on you.”

Her words left him frozen, caught between disbelief and the electric charge of her insinuation. She laughed lightly, breaking the tension—or at least pretending to. “I’m just teasing,” she added, though the glint in her eyes told a different story.

Betty’s gaze lingered on him, her smile turning more thoughtful. “I’m sure Lynn takes good care of you,” she said, her tone casual but layered with meaning. “You’re lucky to have her.”

Mike shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his cheeks burning. “Lynn… she’s great,” he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. He cursed himself for sounding so unsure, fumbling for the right words.

Betty smirked, leaning forward just enough to make him uncomfortable. “Hopefully, for your sake,” she said, her voice low and deliberate, “my daughter inherited… let’s say, my appetite.” She paused, her lips turned into a wicked grin. “For intimacy.” The word lingered, sharp and deliberate, cutting through the silence like a blade.

“Lynn is…” Mike started, his voice catching, but he couldn’t finish. Lynn wasn’t like her mother—she was sweet, reserved, almost shy. Betty, on the other hand, was the opposite. She was bold, unrelenting, and utterly unapologetic about her sexuality. She didn’t care that Mike was her daughter’s husband. If anything, that seemed to excite her more.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice dropping even lower, “we never get time alone, just the two of us.

I like it. It’s… nice,” Mike cordially replied.

Mike stood abruptly, tugging his shirt down to cover the obvious outline of his cock straining against his shorts. “I should probably head to bed. Early tee time with Ken tomorrow,” he muttered, his voice unsteady.

Betty’s eyes dropped shamelessly, lingering on the prominent bulge pressing against the fabric. A slow, sultry smile spread across her lips. “Yes, an early tee time,” she murmured, her tone heavy with teasing admiration.

“I’m impressed, Mike,” she said, her gaze fixed pointedly on his crotch before slowly travelling up to meet his eyes. It was clear she liked what she saw—and she relished at the effect she had on him. “At your commitment… and your resolve,” she continued.

Mike’s face burned as he fumbled for an escape. Betty stood and stepped in close as Mike prepared to leave, her eyes locked onto his. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a firm embrace. Her large breasts pressed against his chest, soft yet deliberate. Mike’s arousal was unmistakable, hard and throbbing against her. She pressed closer as though testing his restraint.

“Goodnight, Mike,” she whispered, leaning in for a friendly but lingering, deliberate kiss. When she pulled back, her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping near his belt. Her eyes flicked lower, a subtle hint that sent his pulse racing.

“Sweet dreams, Mike,” she murmured, her voice low and suggestive. With a sly smile, she stepped away, leaving him frozen in place. Betty’s touch and words looped through his mind as he staggered back inside, breathless and burning with forbidden desire.

Mike had a restless sleep, consumed by thoughts of his mother-in-law. Betty haunted him, poised, confident, and achingly sensual, her presence stirring desires he knew he shouldn’t have. Its forbidden nature only made the ache worse. Ashamed but unable to stop,

Mike got up early and headed off to golf with Ken, leaving. On the course, Ken obliterated Mike, taking every chance to gloat. But Mike hardly noticed, tuning Ken out as his thoughts drifted back to Betty—her lingering glances, her subtle, teasing smiles. Frustrated and burning with guilt and desire, he turned to drinking, each beverage numbing the shame but not the craving. By the final hole, Ken mentioned he had to meet a client, but Mike barely heard him, too consumed by his dirty, forbidden thoughts.

“I’ll drop you off at the house,” Ken said. “Enjoy the sunshine. Oh, and let Betty know I’ll bring home dinner when I return later.”

“Sure thing, Ken. I will. And thanks for the game,” Mike replied as he exited the car.

“Anytime,” Ken said with a grin. “And kicking your ass? Was worth it.” He couldn’t resist one last jab before Mike closed the door.

As Mike walked toward the house, he muttered under his breath, “Asshole.”

Mike stepped into the quiet, empty house. “Betty?” he called out, but there was no response. Maybe she wasn’t home. Shrugging it off, he headed to the fridge, grabbing a cold beer. He cracked it open and took a long drink, the buzz taking the edge off his irritation. He figured a little liquid courage might make the afternoon easier—especially if he had to deal with Ken’s ego and Betty’s teasing. Beer in hand, he wandered out to the backyard.

That’s when he saw her.

Betty was in the pool, cutting through the water with long, graceful strokes, her body gliding effortlessly. For a moment, Mike stood frozen. She finished her lap and climbed out, walking toward the patio. Betty didn’t bother with a towel; water droplets glistened on her skin, running down her incredible figure. Her swimsuit, soaked and clinging to her, left almost nothing to the imagination.

Betty walked toward Mike and sank gracefully into the chair across from him, every movement deliberate, radiating confidence. The wet fabric of her swimsuit clung to her body, outlining her curves with stunning clarity. Mike took a long sip of his beer, faking interest in the scenery, but his eyes darting to the slope of her hips and the elegant curve of her waist.

“Well, hello there, how was golf,” Betty asked.

“It was ok. You know how Ken gets when he wins,” Mike replied. “How was your swim?”

“Just finished my laps,” Betty said, running her fingers through her damp hair, accentuating her bare shoulders. “Gotta keep my ass firm, you know,” her playful grin carried an undertone, making Mike shift slightly in his seat.

“Betty, your ass doesn’t need any work,” he blurted out, surprising even himself.

Her eyebrows arched slightly, and her lips curved into an amused grin. “Oh, You noticed my ass, did you?” she teased, her tone light but charged with intent.

Mike leaned back, smirking, deciding to test the waters further. “Hard not to.”

Betty chuckled softly, shaking her head as she rose from her seat. “You’re bold today, Mike,” she murmured, her steps deliberate as she moved to the outdoor fridge. Mike couldn’t look away as Betty bent over to retrieve a drink, her movements unhurried. She cupped her butt with both hands and gave it a playful shake, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Too big, don’t you think?”

Mike nearly choked on his beer, scrambling for composure. “Not at all. It’s… perfect.”

Betty twisted the cap off her drink, her smile widening as she looked at Mike. “You’re too kind,” she said, returning to her chair. This time, her gaze lingered on him.

“So,” she began casually, crossing her legs with elegant ease, “have you been checking out my ass, Mike? Or are you more of a boob guy?”

Caught off guard, Mike blinked but managed a nervous laugh. “I’m… uh, an equal-opportunity admirer.”

Her laugh was rich and full of amusement. “Good answer,” she said, leaning forward slightly, causing her damp hair to tumble over her shoulders. “But you still haven’t answered my question—tits or ass?”

Mike could have deflected, but something about her daring expression spurred him on. He smirked, leaning forward. “Do I have to choose, or can I have both?”

Betty’s grin deepened, her eyes flashing with mischief. “Oh, you’re bad young man,” she purred, clearly pleased. She leaned back, her hands lazily sliding down her thighs. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Mike felt his confidence swell, fueled by the electric tension in the air. “I'm just trying to keep up with you,” he replied, his tone steady even though his heart raced.

Betty’s laugh was low and throaty, carrying a note of challenge. “Let’s see how far you’ll go, Mike,” she murmured, her foot sliding up his leg, slow and deliberate. The cool touch of her damp skin sent a jolt through him as her toes brushed just above his knee.

“You like that?” she asked, her voice sultry.

Mike’s breath stopped mid-draw, but he didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned into the moment. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough. “It feels amazing.”

Her foot moved higher, brushing the inside of his thigh with deliberate intent. The contact sent his pulse into overdrive, and he shifted slightly, his growing arousal evident.

“You’re full of surprises today, Mike,” she said softly, her gaze locking onto his.

Spurred by her challenge, Mike set his beer down and stood. “You want a surprise?” he asked, peeling off his shirt smoothly. His toned chest glistened, catching the fading sunlight. Betty’s eyes roamed over him appreciatively, but Mike wasn’t done with his show. He unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop, standing before her in just his boxers, confidence radiating from him as he caught the hunger in her gaze.

“That's better. It’s getting hot out here,” Mike said, his tone teasing.

Betty bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with approval. “Much better,” she replied, her voice low and velvety. “Damn, Mike, you look good.”

Betty rose, slow and deliberate, closing the space between them. She stood just inches away from him. Her body radiated heat as she placed a hand on his chest. “Let’s take this to the hot tub,” she suggested, grabbing his hand. Her grip was firm, her touch electrifying, and Mike followed her willingly.

The bubbling water surrounded them as they sat in the hot tub, the tension between them thick. Betty stretched out, her foot returning to his leg, gliding up with greater intent this time.

“This is nice,” she said softly, her foot teasing the inside of his thigh. “It feels so nice; I love the warm water.”

Mike swallowed hard, his voice catching. “Betty…”

Betty’s smile was slow and dangerous. “What’s wrong, having second thoughts?”

Mike leaned forward and locked eyes with her. “Not at all,” he said, his voice steady but thick with anticipation.

Betty’s laugh was low and sultry as her foot slid higher, brushing against the thin fabric of Mike’s boxers. “I love this side of you, Mike,” she murmured, her tone dripping with satisfaction.

Mike’s hand shot down, gripping her foot as he yanked his boxers down, pressing her foot against his throbbing cock. His arousal was undeniable, his grip firm. “If you’re going to tease, Betty,” he growled, his voice thick with need, “do it right.”

Her smirk deepened, Betty’s foot moving deliberately against him. “Oh, Mike,” she whispered, her voice wicked, “you have no idea what you’ve just unleashed.”

Betty stood up, the water dripping off her body as she moved closer, sitting beside him in the bubbling water. Betty’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Where’s my darling husband?” she asked, her tone playful but laced with a dangerous edge.

Mike leaned back, his gaze locked on her. “He mentioned he had an appointment,” he replied. “Dropped me off, said he’d bring home dinner later. I got distracted and forgot to tell you.”

Her smile turned wicked as she ran her fingers over his chest. “Perfect. We’ve got a couple of hours.”

Betty slid closer, her body brushing against his beneath the bubbles, her hand creeping up his thigh. Her touch was maddeningly light as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. Her breath was hot and taunting, her voice a low and seductive.

“If you’re serious about this,” she whispered, her words laced with desire, “Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve got the perfect spot where no one will bother us.”

She stood again, water cascading off her as she positioned herself before him, her eyes burning with intent. Betty leaned in closer, her lips curled into a wicked smile. “Are you ready for this, Mike? Because I sure am.”

Betty stepped out of the tub first, water cascading down her curves. Mike couldn’t breathe as he watched her wrap a towel around her body, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. She glanced back over her shoulder, her gaze smouldering. “Hurry up.”

He scrambled out of the hot tub, his boxers sticking to him as he grabbed his towel. Together, they walked up the winding path toward the pool house. The humid air clung to their damp skin. Each step felt like an eternity, the tension crackling with every glance and touch.

Betty reached the door, pushing it open confidently, leaving him stunned and completely turned on. She stepped inside, throwing him a glance that could set the air on fire.

Mike followed her into the dimly lit room. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a world of heat and tension. The outside noise faded, leaving only their breathing and his heart pounding.

Betty turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his with a daring intensity. “No turning back now,” she whispered, stepping closer. Her fingers brushed over his chest, trailing downward in a slowly.

Mike yanked her towel away, his hands finding her breasts through...