I never got an opportunity to discuss our encounters of November with Matthew, not even at the time; having quickly showered, dressed and cleaned-up the worst of the mess we'd made in the kitchen, Matt drove us at high-speed to the Golf Club and I was busy hanging on whilst also trying to apply some make-up. On the up-side, despite my earlier anxiety regarding breakfast, I was relieved to find little difficulty in facing my husband and daughter across the lunch table, despite sitting in a slowly spreading pool of my own and Matt's emissions throughout. We'd seen Matt and Judy subsequently, but it wasn't until Christmas that they along with our younger daughter Anna too were due to stay over once again; arriving on the 23rd and staying through until after New Year.
During the intervening weeks I must've reviewed what'd happened a thousand times, not just what'd occurred, but whether there would be a sequel at Christmas? Was I a faithful and respectable wife and mother who'd been cruelly assaulted by her son-in-law, or a wanton adulteress just yearning for more? I flip-flopped between the two a dozen times each day, until Anna finally answered the question for me: When Anna telephoned on the 20th to say that due to work commitments she wouldn't now get home until Christmas Day itself, like any loving mother I told her how saddened and disappointed I was at the news. But even in my own ear the words sounded hollow, no doubt because the little devil sitting on my shoulder was loudly rejoicing into the other ear: 'Yes, that means I'll have Matt in the house for two more nights, without that light-sleeping little minx being around!' God, what had Matt turned me into?
It was late evening before Matt & Judy arrived to share a late dinner and though we'd no privacy to speak, I caught Matt's eye on a couple of occasions through the evening and discretely signalled my availability. Jack had barely closed his eyes before I slipped out of bed and tip-toed to the bathroom and it was almost 4:00 am before I returned to our bed from my fourth and final foray, feeling dejected and frustrated by Matt's failure to ever join me. Having stayed awake most of the night waiting for my lover, it was 9:30am before I woke and made it downstairs; Jack and Judy were just finishing their breakfast and Matthew was nowhere in sight, though a third setting suggested that he'd perhaps eaten already? When I enquired, Judy explained that Matt too had some work to complete, so he'd breakfasted early and retired to Jack's home-office to finish it
We have a a family tradition of Jack going out to buy my present on Christmas Eve, accompanied one or both of the girls and today was to be no exception - I'd already told Judy exactly what I wanted including the size/colour and where to find it - Judy as ever would subtly steer Jack into the right store and ensure that he made the right choice; with trepidation I enquired if Matt would be joining them and was relieved to hear:
"No, Matt'll be slaving over his laptop for a good while yet. We thought that we'd perhaps go to the shops, then on to the golf club for nine holes; perhaps you and Matt could join us there for a late lunch at around 2:30pm?"
It was hard to curtail my delight, I couldn't have suggested better myself! I made small talk until they left at about ten and was then in the office barely two minutes later, passing off my intrusion as a casual enquiry into whether Matt 'would perhaps like another coffee?' As expected, indeed intended, I was utterly transparent.
The conversation developed along a similar vein, though sadly it would take many pages including pictures and perhaps even videos-clips too to relate it here. Sorry, but I honestly doubt that anyone not born and raised in middle-England could follow the allusion, innuendo and inference of the words spoken, never mind the nuanced glances and facial expressions that went with them; it was all so very 'English'. Of course we unearthed a few definitives: Matt had been well aware of my nocturnal visits to the bathroom and yes, he really did have some work to complete this morning; exactly how much work remained a grey area and he casually suggested that multi-tasking might be a viable option? This subtle, verbal dance continued for perhaps ten minutes, concluding with Matthew notionally returning full attention to his laptop, whilst I settled submissively on my knees beside him and began to unbuckle his belt.
Oh, how I'd ached for this moment, having realised weeks ago that despite Matt having twice penetrated me, I'd never actually 'seen' his cock. As Matt lifted his bum allowing me to slide both his jeans and boxers off his hips and down his thighs it sprang free and we both gasped in pleasure at the release; even semi-rigid it proved to be every bit as large as it'd felt, dwarfing my husband Jack's prick in both length and girth. The moment had finally arrived to put my expensive education to good use and I was quivering in anticipation; I might've left college with a somewhat second rate degree in history, but I'd graduated summa cum laude in fellatio; in my final year I was crowned 'The Blowjob Queen' by the rugby, cricket and rowing team too! I was reputedly the first and perhaps still remain, the only student to achieve that trifecta; though until today it'd been for nought. I met Jack shortly after leaving University and having initially affected the persona a rather diffident virgin, I'd thereafter felt unable to ever discard that image; any demonstration of my full bedroom repertoire, would've undoubtedly revealed my true history.
When I wrapped a hand gently around Matt's swollen cock my fingers barely reached, it would surely get even larger and I was eager to see by how much. I slid my hand slowly down the length of Matt's shaft, his foreskin peeling back in tandem, to reveal a bead of pre-cum already formed at the eye, this I removed with a lightning-quick flick of my tongue, before drifting below the head and teasing around the whole circumference of it's crown. When my hand and Matthew's foreskin returned, I stroked that too with my tongue, before gently teasing the soft folds between my teeth; a second stroke revealed another bead of pre-cum, just begging to be whisked away by my ever-eager tongue. I remained patient, one hand stroking unceasingly back and forth along Matt's now rigid shaft, whilst the finger-nails of the other hand played an unceasing tune upon his thighs and scrotum; the whole while my lips, teeth and tongue danced across and around, but without ever actually enveloping the swollen head of Matt's cock.
