My brother-in-law, Mario

I went to the door, peering through the peephole and felt the color drain out of my body. There in the hall was the last person I wanted to see me dressed like this, Mario, Fabian’s brother. Simply put even if Fabian was here that wouldn’t stop Mario from flirting with me, turning my insides into a river of want.

See Mario was a six foot four football player for the Bay Area Golden Knights, who I’ve always said to myself could tackle me anytime, anywhere for any reason especially when near a solid surface he could hold me against.

But today as I let my mind wander to this fantasy, Mario started to pound on the door. Then above the sound of his fist hitting the wooden door “For god sake Emma, If you're there, open up, I need to talk to Fabian urgently!”

Even though Fabian hasn’t touched me in a while, he still told me everything that was happening with his family. He wasn’t holding back any secrets when it came to his family or for that matter his closest friends. Mario was sounding frantic the more I stood there, So naturally I opened the door completely wide.

"Mario what is it Fabian isn’t here, he left for work early today!”

That was when I noticed that Mario just stood there wide eyed and a shit eating grin splashed across his face.

“Damn I didn’t think shit like that would work on you Emma?”

Mario came forward and gently pushed me aside so he could pass after closing and locking the door.

“Man, I hoped that you would come to the door but I have to say I wasn’t prepared for your choice of what to wear!”

Mario didn’t hesitate to look me up and down, spending many moments staring at the outline of my breast through my nightgown. I swear i heard his quietly say “Fuck I can’t wait to se those tits bare!”

Deep inside I knew that I should be appalled at that but fantasies about what Mario could do to me overrode any objecting my brain tired to impose on me. Especially when Mario took me in his arms and held me tight to his chest.

“Why Emma, are you trying to finger my chest?”

Oh god I was so ashamed at what I said to him considering his brother was my husband.

Quietly, “Those aren’t my fingers!” I swallow my arousal, then, "Those are my nipples!"