I stepped into the bathroom where it had all started, carrying the handful of soaked satin panties. I dropped them into the laundry basket on top of the purple set Megan had already left there. For a moment I just stared, mind replaying everything. The way she had watched me, the way she had joined me, the way she had taken me. Megan’s voice pulled me back. “Care to join me and wash my back?” I looked up. Water traced eve...

I was at my mother-in-law’s house for a holiday weekend with my wife and our two children. It’s an older home on a lake, the perfect getaway. Megan, her mom, is a stunningly beautiful woman in her early 60s. With long, straight blonde-brown hair brushing her shoulders, bright green eyes, and a warm smile that lights up any room. She works out with friends doing Pilates, yoga, walking, and she’s the kind of woman who alway...