After the daring episode with the phone, dinner at their house that night was fairly uneventful. She had changed into suburban mom wear for dinner with the family, a mid-length skirt and matching blouse. But several times through the evening, when the rest of the family was out of eyesight, she would flash me, either spreading her legs open while sitting across from me, or once pulling the waistband of her skirt down to show me the ‘whale tail’ of the thong I had picked out for her while we were shopping. She knew the effect she was having on me and was having a great time teasing me, knowing there was nothing I could do about it.
Finally dinner was over and the three of us moved to the outside patio while the kids went to their rooms for the night. Michael (her husband) had had several beers during dinner, and now was pounding them down even faster, either through discomfort or in order to show he was the man of the house. In either case, he became louder and more belligerent, and began to berate her for trivial things about dinner as well as other pre-existing issues. She kept trying to mollify him, playing up to his ego, finally sitting on his lap in front of me, to ‘show me’ how manly and powerful he was. Of course, as she did so, to talk to me she had to turn away from him, and she would roll her eyes or make suggestive faces to me, even licking her lips, while he couldn’t see.
Once he had her get off his lap to he could use the bathroom, as she did so, she faced me, and lifted her skirt to flash her panties at me right as he was struggling to get out of the chair behind her. We were having a great time!
Finally the evening was over and he headed to bed, while she said she’d help me with the foldaway bed in the couch in the basement. She promised him she’d be right in and gave his crotch a squeeze, letting him think she was being sneaky in front of him while she let me see her roll her eyes. He was drunk enough he was oblivious to the tom-foolery going on underneath his nose.
We didn’t have any time to actually fool around in the basement, we pulled the bed out, she had already made it up with sheets, and where the pillows were. “Sweet dreams!” she whispered, and then bent over at the waist and kissed my zipper, cupping and squeezing my balls as she did so. “I bet he falls asleep before I get into bed!” she smirked. “I would love to sneak back down here, but I better not…” I followed her to the foot of the stairs going up, and watched her walk up. She got about halfway, turned to look at me, and then pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, so I could look as she climbed the rest of the stairs. She blew me a kiss at the top, and she was gone.
The next morning I woke to commotion above me, the guest bedroom in the basement was directly under the kitchen island, and I could hear him in a bad temper, undoubtedly a combination of not getting any action last night as well as having a major league headache this morning. I could hear him yell at the kids about some imagined problem, and a few minutes later, hear her exclaim, “I’ll just check to see if he’s up!” and then heard the door at the top of the stairs open and close. As her steps came down the stairs, I realized I was fairly aroused, and wondering what she’d be wearing made me get harder in those few seconds. I smoothed out the sheets, so that my hard-on would be obvious, then closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I heard her come around the corner, and I couldn’t help but open my eyes, but tried to pretend I was just then waking up. She was in short shorts and a modest, but snug t-shirt, and my eyes went up and down sleepily, but very appreciative. She noticed the ridge under the sheets immediately, and and smiled with both her eyes and mouth. “Oh, you ARE awake, I was just coming to check.” she said, loudly enough to be heard upstairs. “I was just getting breakfast going, are you hungry?” she added as she quickly pulled the sheet off me.
“I can get you eggs…” and with that she grabbed my hand and pressed it against the crotch of her shorts, “… and I think I can find some bacon or sausage…” and with that, she leaned over, yanked my underwear down, and swallowed my stiff cock in one smooth motion. She bobbed up and down a couple of times and then pulled off.
We could hear her husband continuing to yell at the kids, so she licked her lips and grabbed me with her mouth again. She pumped me with her mouth for a few more seconds, and then pulled off again. “I thought I had left towels down here for you! Let me look again.”
She leaned over again and this time used her hand to help stroke me while using her other hand to squeeze my balls. “Come in my mouth! I want breakfast here!” she whispered. She kept pumping, but we could both tell I wasn’t quite ready yet. “I don’t know where they went. I’ll get you some new ones.”
Standing up, she pulled me out of bed, and then using my cock as the pull-toy, led me to the corner of the stairs, so that she could look up the stairs but I was still out of sight. She started stroking me with the hand that was out of sight. “Caitlyn, honey, can you get some of those blue towels for me? Caitlyn?” She paused a second. “Caitlyn!” as she continued to furiously stroke me.
She kept pumping me as she waited. “Caitlyn, can you hear me? Our guest needs towels!” “MOM! JUST WAIT A MINUTE!” She moved out of sight of the stairwell, and then leaned over and slobbered all of the head of my cock, making slurping noises as she played. Then she stood up again and moved back into view of the stairway.
A few seconds later I heard the door start to open and she moved her hand to the wall so that it was in view, and I was completely hidden. “He’s in the bathroom, toss the towels down here and I’ll leave them on the couch.” She was suddenly covered with a balloon of light blue and I heard the door close. “Thank you….” she called up to the now closed door. “Towels are on the chair!” she called out, as if talking to me through the closed bathroom door.
She grabbed my cock again and began pumping as she dropped the towels on the floor in front of me, and then knelt down on them. With one hand on the shaft, the other on my balls, her mouth made short work of the situation, I stiffened and nodded silently to her within 20 seconds or so, indicating I was going to explode. “I’ll help you put the couch away when you’re done in there. I already took care of the sheets.” She pumped harder and harder as I started to fill her mouth, and after the first few blasts, began sucking hard, pulling those last few drops out of me.
She knelt back up and gave me a wicked look, showing me her mouth full of my cum, and then very deliberately swallowed. Then she called out again, as she started tugging on my cock, “Caitlyn, pull the sausage out of the freezer, he says he doesn’t want bacon.”, trying to repress a laugh.
Then she bent over and sucked that last couple of drops that leaked out due to her tugging, and kissed me with an open mouth, those drops still on her tongue.
She then moved to the bed and ripped the sheets off with one motion, throwing them into the corner, then quickly went up the stairs.
I quietly moved into the bathroom, then made a show of noisily opening the door, getting the towels, and closing the door again. After I was done, I put the bed together myself and went upstairs for breakfast. Her husband was busy watching the news channel as the kids were talking to each other. “Oh, you’re up” Michael said, and returned his attention to the TV. She turned to me, facing away from her husband, and mouthed the words, “I love your cock!” and then licked her lips.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o82ado/my_first_affair_she_blew_me_again_this_time