She tentatively pushed the door open and the sound of running water filled her ears. He was in the shower, and that thought danced around her mind and increased her determination.

Of course she knew this was wrong: she had run out of reasons why she should turn back, but all of them had escaped her now. Only one thought filled her mind, and that was him.

Stepping into the room, Marie’s stomach jumped slightly at the reality of what she was doing. She’d fantasised about this so long she couldn’t take it any more. She didn’t care what the consequences would be, all she wanted was him. Even if he told her where to go, she had to take this chance or she’d go on forever, still wanting, needing…

Michael and Danielle had married only a month ago and were still blissfully happy. Despite their manic work schedules, they were madly in love and couldn’t get enough of each other. Marie had initially been doubtful of their union - in her opinion, they’d rushed into it too fast and she’d worried about her fragile daughter giving herself so freely to a man she barely knew. Having only met Michael twice herself, she reluctantly had to admit to herself she probably hadn’t given him a fair enough chance. It had therefore been her suggestion that the newlyweds stay at her house for a week – simply, innocently, so they could all get to know one another properly.

He’d only been here a day and Marie couldn’t believe how much she’d been soaking up his presence without realising it. Danielle had been right, there was just something about him, and Marie now realised everything her daughter saw in the handsome, mysterious man who was right now in the ensuite bathroom directly in front of her, showering and humming quietly to himself.

How loudly she’d protested in the beginning seemed both ironic and pathetic, she was in no doubt now why Danielle was so hooked. She closed her eyes and imagined his large hands caressing his dripping body in the shower, steam clouding her fantasy and her mind. She remembered with a slight smile how that morning, he’d brushed past her in the kitchen and his spicy scent had lingered all around her.

Leaning against the bathroom door, she closed her eyes and breathed in as if searching longingly for that scent once more. God, the intoxication of him. And what made him even sexier was that he had absolutely no idea.

“Mum?” a voice called from the hallway she had just come from, and she spun around, running quickly back into the hall and letting the bedroom door slam closed behind her.
“Hi honey, what’s up?”
Danielle looked at her for a second, slight confusion crossing her pretty face.
“What were you doing in our room?”
“Oh, I can’t find the cat and I was just…” – did Danielle look suspicious, or just confused? In this hazy evening light, it was hard to tell, “… looking for him.”

Inwardly, she cursed herself. The cat? Maybe this was all too ridiculous – she’d nearly been caught out at the first hurdle, for God’s sake.

Danielle blinked at her, pausing with an uncertain expression before responding.

“Oh. He’s downstairs,” she laughed slightly, still unsure what her slightly flushed looking mother was doing in their bedroom. She pushed the confusion to the back of her mind and headed quickly down the stairs.

“Listen, my boss just called and I have to head out. When Michael comes out of the shower can you tell him I had to rush out? I’ll be back soon,” Danielle called over her shoulder, still heading down the stairway.

Marie swallowed, hard. She’d got away with it, just. Straightening her features, she attempted to sound as natural as possible, calling down the stairs, “Sure thing, honey!”

“Oh, and mum?”

Marie stepped forward and looked over the railing which bordered the heavily carpeted staircase.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Give Michael a kiss from me.”

With that, she was gone. The sound of the front door slamming shook the walls and Marie leaned against the wall, steeling herself. What the hell was she doing?

That moment, she heard the water snap off through the wall and she placed her face against the deep red wallpaper. She could hear the bathroom door opening and his feet padding across the large room.

Oh God, she thought. She was a grown woman, what the hell was she thinking? And yet, there was that sweet, spicy scent wafting under the door frame, taunting her. She could just look, quickly. He probably wouldn’t even notice. And still, she did have to give him that message.

Give Michael a kiss from me.

Oh, if Danielle had only known how many nights she’d lain awake, dreaming of exactly that.

That did it. She stopped daydreaming and snapped back into reality. She was going to open that door. No one would ever suspect a thing.

She pressed her soft palms once again to the large oak door and let it swing open at her slight touch. Tucking her red hair behind her ear, she stepped forward and was instantly hit by that intoxicating scent once more. A slight sigh escaped her lips as she saw him, standing naked by the window with his back to her. He was drying his hair with the large black towel and several small drops were running down his back, caressing his every contour.

“Oh, God…” she breathed, a little too loudly.

Michael spun round, almost dropping the towel.

“Marie?”

Oh shit. She hadn’t meant for him to see her.

“Uh, hi Michael dear,” she stuttered. “I didn’t realise you were…” Her words trailed off as her eyes explored his body, now facing her. They settled on his perfectly toned stomach, muscles rippling in the faint daylight streaming through the open window. Without realising what she was doing, she licked her lips.

“Marie??” he asked, more demanding this time. “I need to get dried, can you give me a second?”

He was obviously embarrassed, a slight flush coming to his cheeks, and she smiled inside. He had no idea how beautiful he was, which only made him even sexier.

“Sorry,” she smiled. “I just… Danielle asked me to give you a message.”

Michael sat on the bed, pulling up his black jeans under the heavy towel before letting it fall on the floor with a faint thud. He sat there and slowly pulled up his zipper, unaware of her eyes still on him. What was she doing in his and Danielle’s room? He had no illusions over his mother in law’s feelings for him, she had been cold with him from day one and no matter how many attempts he made to reconcile their differences, he had finally come to accept the fact she would never like him. Lately, he’d even given up trying. This morning in the kitchen he’d gone to walk past her and she had just stood there staring blankly at him, so he’d brushed past her nonchalantly and marched out the room. He had no idea why she didn’t trust him – he’d do anything to keep her daughter happy, why didn’t she get that? And now, here she was in his room. Michael had no idea what she was trying to do but he knew whatever it was, it wouldn’t work.

He raised his head and saw her still staring at him. The room was slightly warm, which he supposed would explain the slight perspiration on her brow and chest, barely visible through her sheer blouse.

“So? What was this message?” he snapped at her, uninterested.

“She’s had to go out for the evening. She said to say she’ll be back soon.”

Michael sighed, not caring if she heard him or not. Danielle had been so busy lately. She’d gone back to work not long after their wedding and in the past week or so he’d barely seen her. He rolled his eyes slightly, hoping this wouldn’t become a habit.

Not that he and Danielle weren’t happy. God he loved her. He knew he had no right to talk with his own punishing career, but he just wished she wouldn’t work so much so soon after their wedding. He wanted her home when he was and he missed her insanely when she wasn’t around.

Lost with this train of thoughts, he hadn’t noticed Marie approaching him as he sat, still semi naked on the edge of the bed.

“Michael?”

He looked up. She was standing over him, and he shivered slightly as another water bead ran down his back and tucked its way into the back of his jeans.

“Yeah?”

“There was another message, too.”

Now or never, she told herself. She’d been watching him for the past few minutes as he seemed to drift somewhere else. How she wished she could go there with him. She loved her daughter but this was beyond her control – she knew in that moment she’d give anything to feel those old carnal desires once more. She was tired of being someone’s mother, someone’s wife. She wanted to be someone’s lover again, to awaken all those feelings that had been asleep for longer than she cared to admit.

“Danielle asked me to give you… this,” she whispered as she leant forward and lightly pressed her lips to his.

That moment, Michael jumped up from the bed looking shocked and confused.

“Marie? What are you doing??”

She laughed. Oh, this was going to be fun.

“What? She just asked me to give you a little kiss, that’s all.”

Michael frowned and thought for a second. Surely Danielle hadn’t asked her mother to kiss him? Then again, she was pretty nasty like that – he never knew one second from the next what she’d spring on him next.

Fine, he thought. He could play this game – after all, he and Danielle had invented it.

“Oh she did, did she?” he laughed slightly, his warm breath finding its way to her cheek.

“Well, tell her I said…” he leaned his head down to meet Marie’s and kissed her, hard. She was knocked back slightly, in complete shock, but she soon surrendered and let his soft lips caress her own, “… thank you.”

He had just kissed her. This was going beyond anything she could ever have hoped for, and she knew she wanted more. Reaching her hand up to his face, she gently stroked his jawline and suddenly felt a tingling between her legs. Could it be that he liked her too?

Michael, still not entirely sure what game she was playing, was determined not to give in. Now certain Danielle had put her up to this, he began to wonder if his wife wasn’t in fact hiding behind the door, waiting to jump out laughing the moment he freaked out. Well, not this time.

Just as he let this thought roll around in his mind, he looked down into Marie’s eyes as she gazed up at him. She was absolutely beautiful, he had never doubted it. It was such a shame she hated him, no matter how good a job she was doing right now of pretending otherwise.

Suddenly his eyes widened as he felt her fingers placed on his crotch, stroking him slightly. Her eyes were now closed and she was licking her lips slightly, in that same intoxicating way Danielle did when she was turned on.

What if this wasn’t a joke? Still not wanting to be laughed at, he was uncertain of how far he would let her go.

Her fingers continued to stroke him through his jeans, softly at first but then harder and harder. He felt himself begin to heat up and he pulled back.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing, but…”

“Sssh,” she whispered, now looking straight at him. “Don’t try and tell me you don’t want this too.”

She was serious?? He had to stop this, now.

“Look Marie, I don’t know if you’re trying to mess with me or something but I’m with Danielle. You know this, and have made no secret of how much you hate it. So why..?”

She cut him off, sternly. “And why do you think I hate it so much, Michael?”

“Who the hell knows,” he sighed. “I’ve been trying to find that one out for a month now. You don’t like me.”

“Oh, quite the opposite,” she purred, gazing up at him. “I do like you.”

She began wrestling with his zipper, now completely desperate. His low, deep voice and glistening skin was too much right now. She hadn’t intended to go this far but she was already in too deep. There was no turning back now – she was going to make him want her.

His hands grabbed her own and pulled them away from his zipper, worried she would discover how hard he was getting. Shit, what was he doing? He loved Danielle, yet here was this beautiful woman draped all over him. He had to say no, he had to.

“No, Marie, I…” his words trailed off as her right hand slipped into his jeans. He hadn’t the chance to put any underwear on in his haste to get dressed a few minutes ago and her fingertips quickly found his throbbing penis which was getting harder with every touch.

“I want you, Michael.”

Her eyes had a look of determination in them he hadn’t seen before. If she was anything like Danielle when she got horny, there would be no saying no to her, no going back. Looking down at the petite woman willingly submitting before him, he now knew where Danielle got it from.

His eyes closed slightly and he let out a low moan as Marie caressed his penis through his jeans. God, that felt good. He had to stop this, he would. He would stop it in just a minute.

“Oh God…” he let his head fall back and his breathing sped up as she continued to rub him with one hand and yanked down his zipper with the other.

She leaned upwards and began kissing him on his exposed neck. He was so perfect, she couldn’t stand this any longer. She was thrilled he hadn’t pushed her out yet but couldn’t shake this nagging fear that Danielle would find out. Somehow, despite her worries that made the situation, and him, even more inticing. He wasn’t hers and never would be, but for tonight… oh God, tonight. He was right here before her, submitting willingly, so why the hell not?

His head came back forward again and he saw a slight smile curve around her lips. Her fingers felt amazing and all fears that Danielle would jump out had now gone completely gone from his mind.

All day he’d been horny as hell and with his wife nowhere to be found… sure, this was wrong, but Marie looked so much like her, especially in this light. He would stop it in a minute, he would. In just one… ohhhh. She had grabbed his penis hard in her grip and tugged it slightly.

“Michael, I want to feel you inside me,” she breathed heavily against his naked chest.

No, this was too much. When she pulled his jeans down and let them fall to the floor, it was too much. When she took his hands and placed them against her breast, it was too much. And now, she was getting on her knees – this was definitely too much.

Her warm clips closed around the head of his penis and she let her tongue flick rapidly over its tip. Waves of electricity shot through him and he bit his lip, slightly too hard. His head was spinning and his erection was rising every second, but this was just too much.

Marie knelt before him and gazed at his body. It was glistening – from the shower, or was he sweating? – and his strong, firm thighs were straight in front of her face. As for what was in her mouth, words couldn’t describe. She had dreamt of this moment for months and now here it was. She didn’t even care if he didn’t pleasure her back, she just wanted to taste him, to feel his skin against her tongue and hear those sweet, sensuous moans fill her ears.

She felt his fingers on the back of her head as she took all of him in her mouth. One of her hands grabbed the base of his cock as her lips and tongue worked their way along his length, softly at first but then harder and harder. Her other hand rubbed his testicles, rolling them firmly between her thumb and forefinger. His skin felt so hot, so smooth. She made her way most of the way down his length until his end hit the back of her mouth. She gagged slightly, and a few drops of saliva fell out of her mouth and landed on his stiff penis.

His fingers caressed the back of her head and stroked her hair as he moaned in between her movements. Her mouth felt so tight around his cock, he couldn’t take this much longer. She worked him with her mouth, harder and harder as he felt himself slam against the back of her mouth.

“Oh God, shit..,” he threw his head back again in despair. Throbbing harder than ever, he knew he was about to come and was determined not to do it in her mouth. It was bad enough his wife’s mother was sucking him off on the floor of the bedroom they shared, but to shoot his load in her mouth would be too…

“Oh GOD, UHHHH!” he screamed as a warm spurt of cum shot down the back of her throat.

Marie continued stroking him as she felt his juices shoot inside her mouth and tried her best not to gag. A slight trickle ran down from her lips and landed on her chest, still held in by her tight lace blouse. She smiled as she looked up at him, placing her finger against the line of cum dripping from her lips and stroked it up into her mouth. She licked it all from her fingertip and made a slight noise.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Now I know what Danielle sees in you.”

Michael fell back on the bed and laughed. He couldn’t help it. The situation wasn’t remotely funny but the sight of this woman on her knees on the floor before him made him laugh out loud.

“Shut up,” he hissed, only half joking.

“I think it’s a bit late for that, Michael. Now I want you to do something for me.”

Her fingers ran up her body and stopped at the opening of her blouse. She undid her top button, never taking her eyes off him.

“Take off my clothes.”

Michael sat up on the bed and stared straight at her. She wasn’t joking. But still, they had already gone this far…

“What did you say?” he growled, pulling her towards him until she was almost kneeling on his lap.

“Take off my… oh!”

In one frantic moment, Michael had ripped open her blouse, exposing her soft breasts through their pale blue lace bra. The buttons fell on the floor and rolled around his feet s he grabbed her again and pulled her into him. His mouth found her left breast and he sucked on her skin as she moaned loudly somewhere around him.

Michael let his fingers trace the outline of her bra before he placed his hands behind her back and snapped it open. It fell on his lap between them and her small pink breasts were directly in front of his mouth. He looked up at her, a slight smirk creeping across his lips.

“You’ll regret this, Marie,” he promised.

“I can’t wait,” she breathed against his ear before biting his earlobe.

Michael ran his tongue along the base of her breast, his eyes closed tightly, savouring the moment and her taste all in one. He reached her nipple and flicked his tongue over it before taking it all in his mouth and sucking it hard.

He placed one hand on her back and slowly eased her skirt off until it fell around her knees. He placed his fingers inside her underwear and ran his forefinger in between her ass cheeks while the other found her right breast and circled her nipple.

“Oh God, Michael,” she panted, breathless. She had waited for this moment for so long and never, ever wanted it to end. His warm tongue felt incredible against her skin, skin which had seemed so cold for so long, and she couldn’t help wondering what else it could do.

He grabbed her ass with one firm grip and squeezed her flesh hard between his fingers.

It hurt slightly, but she enjoyed every second. His tongue still licking her left nipple, he breathed hard against her skin.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Oh God Michael, yes!” she cried out. All her pretences, all her acting, was gone. It was just the two of them and she had never wanted anyone more. She had forgotten all about Danielle and in this moment, no longer cared. She had to have him, and the longer he dragged this out, reeling her in, the harder she was falling. She needed to feel him inside her, now.

Michael stopped playing with her breasts and lifted her ass up on his lap with both strong, huge hands. He threw her on to the bed and pulled her skirt from around her knees, throwing it over her shoulder. He lay on top of her and began kissing her tiny stomach, looking up as he did so and being pleased to see her eyes tightly closed and a look of sheer bliss on her face. God, she looked so much like Danielle in this light. He could even pretend his beautiful wife was right underneath him now, begging him to make love to her, and not a hundred miles away in a meeting with her boss.

His heart sank slightly at the memory of Danielle. He saw her lying beneath him as she had done so many times before, that unforgettable look of ecstasy and desire etched all over her stunning features.

These thoughts only served to make him even more horny and before he realised it, he had ripped Marie’s underwear from between her legs, throwing it to the floor.

“Michael, please fuck me,” she moaned, writhing on the bed. Beads of sweat were decorating her brow and there was a look of almost pain on her face.

To hell with foreplay, he thought. He wanted to fuck her, then he wanted her to leave. He was going to make her sorry for all those times she had dismissed him and tried to turn Danielle against him. He was going to show her just why her daughter couldn’t leave, just why she could never, ever get enough of him.

“Whatever you say, dear.” He grabbed her legs and pulled her down to him as he plunged two fingers inside her pussy and reached up as high as he could.

Marie cried out and squirmed at his touch. His fingers felt electric – she hadn’t felt this for so long and she was stunned by just how much she wanted him. Her entire body was tingling, every touch, every movement he made sent waves shooting through her and she never wanted these moments to end.

Michael continued stroking her insides with his fingers, feeling her getting wetter and wetter all around his touch. Screw it, he thought. That’s enough now.

Quickly and roughly, he plunged into her and she shot up in bed.

“Oooohhh shit!” she screamed as he thrust harder, deep inside her. He was huge, bigger than any man she had ever been with. She hadn’t expected this girth and winced slightly as he continued to slam inside her, harder and harder. She collapsed on the bed and grabbed the covers beside her, eyes screwed shut.

“Oh God, Michael! Keep fucking me!” she screamed, not caring who heard.

Michael’s head was spinning. He wanted to make her never doubt him again. He wanted her to beg. He wanted her to feel all the pain he had felt every time she had shunned him.

Taking his long fingers and stroking her clit, he began sucking on her breast again as she placed her hands on his shoulders and dug her nails in. He felt her touch sting slightly as she scratched him hard and he hoped he wasn’t bleeding – there would be no way to explain this to Danielle.

He rubbed her clit harder, his soft fingers working her round and round as she continued to dig her nails in, pressing her chest up even further into his mouth.

Michael pounded her, harder with every thrust, ‘til he was sure he couldn’t go any further in. His penis hit her walls and every spot she had as she clenched into him, tightening her grip around his dick.

The throbbing was back, but he was determined to hold off. He wasn’t going to come first, not this time. He wanted her to cry out his name as she came, a name he knew would be etched on her fantasies forever.

He kept up with his dance, thrusting harder still and closing his eyes tightly as he wrapped his tongue around her nipple.

Marie felt herself tightening up and she began to throb with him. Michael knew what was coming and he lifted her left leg over his shoulder, pressing down harder on her clit.

She screamed out and convulsed against him as her eyes shot open.

“Oh fuuuuck, Michael! Oh my God!” she came hard all around him and he grinned as he let himself go too, shooting his juices deep inside her.

Still shaking, her grip relented slightly on his back and he lifted his head up, staring into her eyes. In her gaze he saw nothing but bliss and he felt smug inside as the droplets of sweat ran down her cheeks.

“God,” she sighed. “You were amazing.”

He placed her leg back on the bed and pulled himself off her, standing at the edge of the bed and staring down at her naked body, still glistening, and saw her legs twitch slightly.

Silently, he grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them on, wincing slightly as they passed over his subsiding erection, still slightly wet.

“Michael?” she sat up and looked at him.

He said nothing, but sat down on a nearby chair, running his hand through his mass of black curls.

Marie looked confused and slowly pulled herself off the bed, feeling sore between her legs.

She stood up too and grabbed her blouse and skirt from the floor, gradually pulling them over her wet body. She straightened her hair and stared at his stunning features, still confused. Why wasn’t he speaking? She longed desperately to kiss him, but he looked annoyed.

That moment, they both turned as they heard the sound of a car pull up on the gravel outside.

“Michael?” she asked again.

He smirked at her and handed her the blue lace bra draped across the arm of the chair he sat on.

She took it from him and her stomach flipped a little. He was absolutely beautiful. She leaned forward as she took the bra from him, reaching to kiss his lips with her own.

Michael stood up and the front door swung open downstairs.

“Michael? Mum?” a familiar voice called up the stairs.

Marie felt slightly panicked and her eyes darted from the door to him. Was that it? Why wouldn’t he kiss her? Why wouldn’t he speak?

She stuffed the bra inside her skirt just in time as the bedroom door swung open. Danielle stood there, her hand on her hip.

“There you are,” she strode into the room and walked over to them.

“What’s going on?”

Michael looked over at his wife and smiled as he drank in her beautiful features.

“Oh, nothing. See ya, Marie.”

With that, he grabbed Danielle and pulled her hard against him, drawing her into a strong, passionate kiss.

Marie’s eyes welled up and she sniffed slightly.

“Goodbye Michael,” she whispered as she ran out of the room, letting the door slam angrily behind her.

As she ran down the corridor, her tears streamed down her face. That complete bastard.

Back in the bedroom, Danielle broke off Michael’s kiss, out of breath.

“Whoa, I should leave you alone more often!” she laughed. “So what was going on with you two?”

“Oh nothing,” he smiled, stroking her cheek. “Your mother was just giving me your message.”