Having towelled myself dry I realised I hadn't brought any change of clothes into the bathroom.
Walking back along towards our bedroom my mind wandered to an episode of 'Friends' which I'd recently seen again where 'Rachel' found herself enjoying the experience of being naked around her flat.
I'm not sure if it was just the liberating feeling of not being 'restrained' as I moved, or the sudden thought of Jennifer Aniston, but I could certainly feel the blood starting to flow to my prick.
I was tempted to lie on our bed there and then and jerk myself off, well my wife Lynne was away again on one of her regular business trips, but I knew I really ought to grab myself something to eat before logging into what was bound to be a very boring sales presentation.
One of the advantages of being a home-based salesman was that I could break up the day by going for a run, as I had just done, or to the gym.
Our house was set well away from any neighbours and couldn't be over-looked and so I decided to enjoy this new liberated feeling a bit longer and walked back to scope up my sweaty running stuff to take downstairs to the utility room.
I knew I'd left a pair of socks in the lounge the previous evening and so I meandered in there, retrieved the offending items and deciding I 'really must do this more' I almost found myself whistling as I now made my way back towards the kitchen.
My mood had considerably lightened since before going for my run, the thought of sitting through a presentation for half an hour or so on a product that I already knew thoroughly prompting me to go out and blitz a quick 4-5 miles to clear my head.
As I now breezed into the kitchen my whole demeanour changed in an instant as I was startled to see Vicky standing there, a broad grin suddenly appearing on her face as I did a quick 'double-take' and she, rather obviously, looked straight down her eyes fixing on my longer-than-normal-looking cock, happily dangling and swinging below.
"Well, hello" she smiled, as I stood there transfixed for a moment before dropping the clothes to the floor and, in a rather comical fashion, moving both my hands to try to cover my groin area.
"Hel..Hello..what are you doing here?" I sort of stammered.
Her eyes moving back up, Vicky lifted a holdall she was holding and said, "I'd tried the front door but there wasn't any answer."
She worked part-time as a dental nurse and was presumably either on her way to or from there as she was dressed in a ¾ length white lab coat which, for some reason, made her look even more sexy than usual.
"Sorry, I was in the shower."
"So you don't always walk around like that?" she smiled.
"No" I replied, shaking my head and half-laughing, aware that although I felt really uncomfortable my blooming cock was starting to stiffen once more.
"That's a shame, I'd have to come round a lot more often if you did...especially if you also leave the back door ajar."
My prick jerked and twitched at this and we just stood looking straight at each other for a moment or two.
"Well it looks", Vicky said, taking a step forward and putting the bag we'd leant them onto the kitchen table, "as though 'someone' is pleased to see me."
'Them' was her and Mark, an old mate, who had been with Vicky for nearly a year now after his wife had left him. I'd actually known Vicky at school, some 25 years ago, where she was one of the cutest girls in our year but only seemed to go out with guys from the year above.
When Mark had told me that he'd hooked up with her I 'congratulated' him and confessed that, along with half the other boys in our school, I'd had the hots for her back then. She had an elfin-looking face and a rather naughty, suggestive smile even at that age.
Mark works shifts and so we don't see that much of each other but the few times that I'd seen him and Vicky she had certainly still looked very attractive.
Her slighty-pointy face gave her a similar look to Jennifer Aniston and her shoulder-length hair was cropped in a similar manner. Only about 5'4" tall, she was slim but with a shapely looking backside and quite a large-looking bust for her slight frame.
They seemed very happy but she was certainly a bit flirty, once commenting on my 'impressive' physique as she felt my pecs through the tight-fitting t-shirt I'd been wearing.
Mark didn't actually help matters by rather bragging that she was "virtually a nymph" and that they'd done 'it' several times a day when they were first together.
Her words now had made my cock spring even further to attention and, as she took a step towards me, her gaze dropped again to where I was struggling to hide my now, rock solid erection.
"Don't you think" she grinned, taking a further couple of slow steps forward, "I should say 'hello' properly?"
I gulped, trying to gather myself but feeling totally transfixed to the spot as Vicky edged even closer, her gaze moving back up me as she reached out to slowly run a finger-tip down my chest.
She was now so close that I could feel her breath on me, her gorgeous smell filling my nostrils as her eyes followed her finger-tip back down and then continued so that she could quite obviously see my enlarged, purple helmet sticking out from above my hands.
"Ni..i..ice" she smiled, "verrrry niiice...looks like I should have said very pleased to see me," she grinned in a very satisfied, cat-whose-got-the-cream sort-of-way.
"But...you're my mate's..." I started, emotions swirling, my head virtually spinning, as I took a slight backwards movement.
"Yes", she smiled, stepping forward once more and lightly pressing herself into my body, "but what he doesn't know...." and, as she let it trail off she ran her finger-tip down me, only this time it went from my flat stomach to then touching and gently rubbing the tip of my cock, causing it to twitch and jerk excitedly.
My head felt like it might explode now and I closed my eyes, as if trying to pretend that this wasn't really happening, gulping several further times.
Closing my eyes, however, only made things worse as it just heightened the sensation of Vicky now rolling the underside of her finger more firmly around the head of my cock as I also felt her press her soft, delicate lips lightly against my neck.
"This can be...could be...our little...secret" she was breathing as I tried to block out just how good this was feeling and force myself to do something to stop it.
"Or, should I say, our big, hard secret."
"But...." I started, but immediately stopped as I felt her cool hand now slip inside mine, her finger-tips running down to grope at my balls whilst her thumb and the palm of her hand pressed firmly against my shaft and the helmet.
"With Mark's shifts" she breathed close to my ear, "I do get frustrated...very frustrated."
"But..." I tried rather feebly again.
"I know" she continued," you're happy with Lynne and I'm happy with Mark...this' and she now wrapped her slender fingers around my shaft and gently wanked me a couple of times, causing me to groan deeply, "would just be our bit of dirty, secret, fun."
Vicky Jarvis was holding my cock! Vicky Jarvis was wanking me!!
As I moaned and arced my head back she again kissed at my stretched out neck, this time more firmly and pressing her body more closely to mine.
"You'd actually be doing him...and me....a favour...by stopping me getting involved with anyone who might want more than just that."
I had moved backwards a fraction further which meant that I was actually now pinned against the kitchen wall as this sexy, 41 year old woman, gently kissed her way from my neck to my shoulder, then round to my chest as I tried to find the strength to scream 'NO!'
Her slim fingers now let go of my straining cock and she pulled my ands apart and away as she began to kiss her way down my chest and stomach, her hair lightly brushing against my skin as she did so.
Opening my eyes I looked down just in time to see Vicky, now kneeling in front of me, pull my cock towards her eager looking face.
She looked up at me, as if giving me one last chance to put a stop to all this but there was no way I could stop now.
The smile on her face as I didn't make any further, pathetic attempt to do so was a big turn-on in itself and I literally trembled as I watched and felt her trail her tongue along the under-side of my shaft and then enclose her soft lips around the head of my cock.
Vicky Jarvis had my cock in her mouth! Vicky Jarvis was sucking my cock!!
"Ohhh...my...god" I breathed, for the first time reaching down to touch her, as if acknowledging that I really wanted this too.
The truth is that although my wife and I were very 'happy' as Vicky had said, we had become rather stuck in a sexual routine, one which didn't include oral sex any more since my wife had 'confessed' that she actual wasn't very keen on it a number of years before.
So, to now have my prick being lightly kissed and sucked by such a cute, sexy lady, in such an expert way was a dream come true - I had actually dreamt of Vicky a few times, and thought of her when having sex with my wife, but would have never done anything to actually try and instigate what was now happening.
I moved my hands from her shoulders up to play with her hair as Vicky continued to just kiss and lick at the tip of my cock, seeming to enjoy the taste and reaction she was getting from it twitching and jerking at her loving caress and by the guttural moans and groans I was emitting.
"Fuck...that's good...so good" I breathed as she lapped at the tip before once more just placing her lips around the helmet and lightly sucking at it, tickling the very end with that marvellous tongue of hers.
"God...Ohhh, god...I might come just like this," I warned her, concerned that I could just explode at any moment and not sure how she'd react if I came in her mouth -- something my wife had never let me do.
Rather than making her stop, Vicky just slid her soft lips firmly all the way down my shaft and began to suck back and forth along the length, one hand cradling my balls and the other pulling me to her by my bare backside, as she urgently sucked me.
