Family Dinner

The aroma of spaghetti wafts through the air, filling the dining room with a sense of warmth and familiarity. You sit at one end of the table, while Emma is on the other side. Your mother-in-law is right in between you two, one arm casually draped over the back of her chair, the other holding a glass of red wine

"So Emma, how was yoga?" she asks sweetly, but with a distinct twinkle in her eye. You can't help but notice how her blouse has been strategically unbuttoned, exposing just enough cleavage to keep you distracted throughout dinner.

"It was good," Emma answers without looking up from her phone, too preoccupied by Instagram and by the meatball she was chewing on.

You take another sip of your wine and glance over at your wife and then back at her mother The thought of the earlier incident still lingers in your mind. You felt guilty, of course... But not so guilty that you were going to tell Emma what happened.

"Do you want some more?" Amy's voice breaks through your thoughts, and you realize she's leaning over the table offering the plate of spaghetti to you.

"No thanks," You reply, trying not to look too eager as her shirt gapes open even further. "I'm good."

"Are you sure?" She asks playfully, leaning forward just enough to present herself in a much more enticing light. Her eyes seem almost challenging.

Emma glances up momentarily from her phone and rolls her eyes. "Oh please, he eats enough" she says dismissively before going back to scrolling.

You scowl, and then take another sip of your wine and glance over at Emma.

"Hey," you say, turning to face Amy, "We could help you finish unpacking after dinner, if that's okay." Your cock seems to stir at the thought.

"I'm going to bed early," Emma interjects. "I'm beat from yoga."

"Oh that's okay, honey," she purrs, and you nearly jump as you feel a foot suddenly brush against your crotch. Her eyes meet yours and hold them for a long moment before breaking into an alluring smile. "I'm sure Chuck can handle it."