The air in the living room was thick with unspoken desire. Mark’s parents, Helen and Robert, had always been “progressive,” but this was new. Their son’s wife, Lin, a vision in a tight silk cheongsam, was pouring drinks. Her curves strained against the fabric, her round ass a perfect peach begging to be bitten.

“She’s exquisite, Mark,” Helen purred, her eyes locked on Lin’s pouty lips. Robert just grunted, adjusting his slacks over the obvious bulge. The pretense of a normal visit evaporated.

Lin felt their gaze like a physical touch. She met Helen’s stare, a slow smile spreading. “The humidity here is… intense,” Lin said, deliberately fanning herself, letting the neckline of her dress gape. The glimpse of her smooth, small tits made Robert’s cock twitch.

It was Helen who made the first move. “Let me help you cool down, dear.” She rose, her manicured hands sliding over Lin’s shoulders. Her touch wasn’t maternal. It was possessive. She traced the dress’s high collar, then hooked a finger inside, pulling it down. Lin gasped as her bare shoulders were exposed. Helen leaned in, her breath hot on Lin’s neck. “Such flawless skin.”

Robert was there in an instant, his large, calloused hands circling Lin’s waist from behind. “Needs a man’s touch too,” he growled. He cupped her tits through the silk, thumbs finding her nipples and pinching hard. Lin moaned, her head falling back against his broad chest.

Mark watched, stroking himself through his