Richard leaned against the kitchen doorway, his eyes locked on Emily as she bent over to load the dishwasher. Her tight jeans hugged her curvy ass, the fabric stretching just enough to tease the outline of her panties underneath. At 50, with his muscular frame from years of manual labor, he felt that familiar surge of hunger. She was his son's wife, 28 and ripe with that soft, eager submission he craved to break open. No one knew how many times he'd jerked off thinking about pinning her down, making her beg for his cock.