Mike had a restless night, his thoughts consumed by Betty. When morning arrived, he awoke craving her all over again. There was no guilt, only raw, unrelenting lust. He didn’t care about the consequences; he wanted his mother-in-law again.

Like the day before, Mike went for a round of golf with his father-in-law Ken, but his mind was elsewhere—on Betty. The memory of yesterday seared into his mind. The thought of Betty pulling him into the pool house, her bathing suit slipping off as she gasped his name, her body trembling beneath his as they gave in to their forbidden desires.

Mike knew he had crossed a line with his mother-in-law that could never be uncrossed. But the guilt only seemed to fuel his desire. He wanted her again—needed her. Every time Ken spoke, Mike’s mind drifted back to how Betty’s nails had dug into his back and whispered his name as her body pressed against his. He barely listened to Ken, silently hoping for another opportunity to allow him to be alone with her.

Ken seemed different—his tone sharper, his glances more deliberate, as if he suspected something. Mike tried to get those thoughts out of his mind and figured it was just his imagination.

After the round of golf, Mike hoped Ken had another appointment like yesterday, praying for a chance to slip away with Betty. But Ken cheerfully announced that he’d return to the house with Mike after their round of golf.

As the round ended, Mike suddenly became very nervous. Being alone with his in-laws caused him some anxiety, so he had to pretend everything was normal and keep his desires concealed.

When they returned, Betty lounged by the pool, her sun-kissed skin glistening in the afternoon sun. She greeted them with a lazy smile, her gaze lingering on Mike long enough to stir something deep inside him. Stretching slowly, she moved with deliberate sensuality, every glance tightening the unspoken pull between them. Mike knew he should look away, but he couldn’t. Betty had him, and she knew it.

Betty and Ken were their usual playful selves, flirting and exchanging innuendos during dinner. But this time, the atmosphere felt charged with something else. Ken’s sly remarks carried subtle hints that made Mike uneasy, though his desire for Betty simmered beneath the surface. The tension left Mike uncomfortable and aroused, trapped in a game he wasn’t sure how to play.

After dinner, the three of them moved to the living room, the sweltering heat outside forcing them into the cool, air-conditioned space. Even so, the tension in the room was thick.

As usual, Betty teased Mike, sprawled on the couch in a thin sundress that clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination. It was apparent she wasn’t wearing a bra; her nipples strained against the fabric, demanding attention. Her every movement exuded raw sensuality, her gaze sensual as she swirled her wine lazily.

Mike sat beside her, gripping his beer, his breath uneven as his eyes traced the contours of her body. Across the room, Ken lounged in his armchair, sipping whiskey. His expression was calm, but his eyes were heavy, as if he wanted to say something. The air felt thick, far heavier than the summer heat outside.

Betty’s teasing voice broke the silence. “You’ve been so quiet tonight, Mike,” she said softly, her tone playful yet edged with something darker. “Still thinking about yesterday?”

Mike’s pulse quickened, his throat tightening. “Yesterday?” he repeated, his voice faltering.

Betty leaned forward slightly, her smile deepening into something sly. “Yes, yesterday,” she said smoothly, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh, uh, it was great,” Mike stammered, desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere. “The weather was perfect… even though Ken kicked my ass at golf.” He forced a laugh, the sound strained and unnatural.

But Betty wasn’t letting him off the hook. She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Oh, Mike,” she purred, savouring his name. “You’re leaving out the best part.”

Mike froze, the bottle halfway to his lips, his stomach knotting. “The best part?”

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned closer. “We haven’t had a chance to catch up … you know, after we fucked in the pool house.”

Time seemed to stand still. Mike nearly spit out his beer. His heart thundered in his chest as his eyes darted to Ken, who sat calmly swirling his drink. Mike’s gaze snapped back to Betty, panic rising.

“Betty…” he began, his voice rough and uncertain.

“What?” she said, her smile widening, the strap of her dress slipping down her shoulder to reveal more golden skin. “There’s no need to worry, Mike. Ken knows.”

Disbelief flashed across Mike’s face. “He… knows?”

Ken chuckled softly, setting his drink down with deliberate ease. “Of course, I know,” he said smoothly, his tone calm. “Betty and I don’t keep secrets.”

Mike stared at him, his mind racing. “You’re… okay with this?”

Ken smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair. “More than okay,” he said. “We talked about this, planned it, even. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her.” He took a sip of his drink, his gaze steady. “It excites us—both of us.”

Betty slid closer to Mike, her voice a seductive whisper. “What do you say, Mike, you want to play with us?” she murmured.

Betty didn’t wait for an answer. She pressed close to Mike, her breath hot against his neck, fingers skimming slow, lazy circles along his thigh.

Before he could react, she reached down, gripping the thick bulge in his pants, her palm pressing firm against his throbbing length.

“Oh, babe,” she murmured, stroking over the fabric. “He’s so hard already.”

Mike’s mind was on fire, torn between resistance and temptation as her touch jolted him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body tightening, struggling for the right words. “I mean, we shouldn’t… this is—” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. But before he could gather his thoughts, his gaze flicked past her, locking onto Ken—already stepping out of his shorts. What had he gotten himself into?

Ken was watching from his chair, silent, his expression unreadable—except for the way his hand gripped his cock, stroking slow and deliberate. It was huge—thick, hard, and veiny. Of course, he had that too. Ken had everything—money, power, and a wife who was so goddamn sexy it almost wasn’t fair. And as if the universe hadn’t blessed him enough, he had a cock that made most men envious.

Betty moaned softly, pulling Mike’s attention back to her. She hiked up her sundress, parting her thighs just enough to let his fingers slip between them.

“Jesus,” he breathed, his fingers sliding through her slick smooth pussy. Betty was not wearing panties, and she was soaked.

Betty rolled her hips, grinding against his touch, her breath ragged. “You feel that?” she whispered. “That’s for you.”

Mike groaned, his cock pulsing against his zipper. Ken smirked, still stroking himself, his eyes locked on Betty. He loved watching his wife with Mike. The way she teased, the way she surrendered to pleasure—it turned him on more than anything.

Betty didn’t stop. She tugged Mike’s shirt over his head, then peeled off her dress in one smooth motion. Her heavy tits spilled free, her nipples stiff and aching, her body on full display. She turned just enough for them to see the curve of her ass, teasing them both before sliding a hand between her legs.

She spread herself with her fingers, moaning as she rubbed slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit.

“You want more?” she taunted, her eyes flicking between them.

She licked her lips, breathless and wicked. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Neither man hesitated. They stripped down in seconds, muscles tense, cocks thick and ready.

Betty smirked, then turned and walked down the hall, hips swaying, knowing they’d follow.

The moment they entered the bedroom, there was no more hesitation—just raw, undeniable need. They were already naked, their bodies burning with anticipation. Betty wasted no time, reclining onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, her fingers teasing over her glistening folds as she smirked at Mike.

“Come here and lick my pussy, Mike,” she commanded, her voice thick with hunger.

Mike's cock throbbed at the way she said it—so brazen, so dirty. His breath came in heavy, heated gasps as he crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. His hands slid over the soft skin of her legs, gripping her as he lowered himself between them.

Betty’s pussy was dripping already, her arousal slick and shining, the scent of her need thick in the air. His mouth watered as he hovered over her, breathing her in.

The first slow, teasing stroke of his tongue over her slit made Betty shudder beneath him.

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer. “That’s it, baby—lick me.”

Mike groaned against her, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit before dragging it down, teasing her entrance. He flattened his tongue and licked up the length of her pussy, tasting her, savouring the way she trembled under his touch.

“Fuck, yes,” Betty gasped, grinding her hips against his face. “You love eating my pussy, don’t you?”

Mike didn’t answer—he couldn’t. He was too lost in Betty, in her hot wet pussy, the way she moaned and her body reacted to his every movement. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, rolling it before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it back and forth.

Betty let out a sharp cry, her back arching. “Oh, fuck, baby—just like that. Suck my clit.”

Mike groaned into her, the vibrations making her thighs quiver. He slid two fingers inside her, feeling the tight, wet heat envelop him. He curled his fingers as he pumped them slowly, stroking her from the inside while his tongue lashed against her sensitive bud.

“Ohhh —fuck, yes,” Betty whimpered, her body shaking. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

Then, behind him, Mike felt Ken shift closer, his presence suddenly more than a bystander.

Mike was completely focused on pleasing Betty, lost in the moment—until he felt Ken’s hands trail down his back, firm and deliberate: a subtle shift, a slight parting of his legs.

His breath caught. A flicker of uncertainty. A rush of something else.

Ken’s hand moved closer and closer. Mike couldn’t believe it—his father-in-law was going to touch his cock.

And then—Ken’s fingers wrapped around him, firm and steady.

A moment later, a warm, wet, unmistakable feeling overtook him.

Ken’s mouth on him.

Mike’s whole body tensed, a jolt of shock ripping through him. He had never been with a man before—had never imagined doing something like this. But fuck, Mike was already so turned on, so caught up in the pleasure, that instead of pulling away, his hips jerked forward, his cock twitching at the unexpected sensation.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned into Betty’s pussy, his whole body trembling.

Betty gasped at the vibrations of his moan against her clit, grinding against his face. “Don’t you dare stop,” she panted. Noticing Mike getting distracted by his pleasure, “Keep eating my pussy while Ken sucks your cock.”

Mike barely had time to process what was happening. His mind screamed that this was new, unfamiliar—but his body? His body loved it.

Ken’s tongue flicked over the sensitive head before wrapping his lips around him, sucking him deep in one smooth, practiced motion.

Mike groaned again, his hands gripping Betty’s thighs as Ken took him deeper, his hot, wet mouth sending pleasure shooting through every nerve in his body.

“Fuck, Ken,” he gasped, his mind swimming.

Ken hummed around him, his grip tightening, his tongue swirling around the thick length of him before pulling back with a deep slurp.

Mike’s head was spinning. The way Ken’s mouth felt, the way Betty moaned and writhed beneath him—it was too much, too good.

“Oh my god,” Betty whimpered, her body tensing. “Mike—don’t stop, baby—I’m gonna cum.”

Mike latched onto her clit again, sucking it hard, his fingers pumping inside her, fucking her until she shattered beneath him.

Her thighs squeezed around his head, her back arching. “Ohhh god—YES! I’m fucking cumming!”

Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she came hard, her juices coating his lips. Mike groaned, licking her through it, savouring every drop, still overwhelmed by the feeling of Ken’s mouth working his cock.

Ken sucked harder, pulling him deep into his throat, his fingers gripping Mike’s thighs.

“Oh, fuck—fuck—I’m gonna—” Mike gasped, his whole body tightening.

Ken didn’t slow down. He sucked him harder, deeper, his throat tightening around Mike’s cock.

Mike’s orgasm slammed into him like a freight train.

His entire body locked up as he let out a desperate, broken moan.

“Fuuuck—”

He pulsed hard, cum spilling deep into Ken’s mouth. Ken groaned as he swallowed, his lips still wrapped around Mike’s throbbing length, milking every last drop out of him.

Mike was shaking, his muscles twitching, completely wrecked by the intensity of it all.

When Ken finally pulled back, licking his lips, Mike collapsed onto Betty’s soft thighs, panting, his head spinning.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

Betty laughed, stroking his hair lazily. “That was so fucking hot.”

Ken lay beside them, smirking. “Not bad for your first time, huh?”

Mike let out a breathless, shaky laugh. “Yeah… not bad at all.”

Betty stretched, her body still humming from pleasure, a playful smirk spreading across her lips as she reached down, trailing her fingers between her legs.

“Mmm,” she purred. “Now… who wants to fuck me?”

The men looked at each other, their eyes dark with lust, the hunger between them far from satisfied.

The night wasn’t over yet.