Whenever we talked about kid or household things also, we used to look deep into our eyes. So, from that time, I started to flirt with my wife’s mot...er whenever my wife wasn’t around. Below were some instances which grew in intensity as we started flirting more.Instance 1:Me: Aunt your smile is nice, I like it.MIL: Thank you, I also like your smile.Me: I feel refreshed when I see you smile with such cuteness. I should see your smiling face after I woke up.MIL: Acha, I will give you my smiling. As I did this, she moved forward onto my lap without ever letting my cock slip out of her mouth. I continued to caress her back and leaned forward to wrap my hands round her hips, which I could easily reach through the backless dress. I reached down her back to try and cup her ass below the waist of the dress, but I couldn't reach comfortably, and I was enjoying the blow job so much that I didn't want to change anything. Instead I just lay back on the bed, wrapped my fingers through her hair. Lynn was very outgoing and vivacious. Mike noticed a certain glow about her. He sat at the head of the table and Chuck and Lynn sat across from each other. Lynn became increasingly flirtatious. She continued the show for Chuck, leaning over when she talked to him, giving him a good look down her top. She knew her husband was watching. Lynn liked showing her tits to Chuck while her husband was sitting at the same table. Maybe Chuck was right about Mike not changing.Mike raised his bottle,. As was often the case when inhibitions were eased by alcohol, the conversation had drifted around to sex. He didn't remember how it had started, but a good-natured argument had developed over sexual fantasies. Specifically, whether women had dark, secret fantasies like men did."How did we get on that subject the other night, anyway?" he asked."You mumbled something implying that all men had secret sexual fantasies they never talked about. Then Corine - or maybe it was me, it doesn't matter.