Same deal as before - you really need to read parts 1 & 2 to understand what is going on here. They're not too long, so if you take the time, this will be all the more rewarding (hopefully!) You never know, he should really be calling the whole thing off, but if she keeps it up, then maybe he'll have to do it Just One More Time -- again!.... I welcome all the comments and votes I have received for the previous stories. Please feel free to keep it up and I promise to get back to you when I can.
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Mr. and Mrs. Carson and his wife set the table while he got out of his suit. He hurried as he didn't want to hold everyone up. He changed into jeans and a t shirt and went back downstairs.
The dining room table had been set up and there was a large steaming leg of lamb on one tray and potatoes, carrots, pumpkin and kumera on the other.
"Come and sit down, Aston," his wife said.
"I will, hon, but I was wondering what everyone would like to drink?"
"I think a nice cabernet sauvignon would be in order, don't you think?" said Mr. Carson.
"Excellent choice, Richard," said his wife. "Cabernet sauvignon would go well with the lamb."
He went to the wine rack and pulled out a Jacobs Creek St. Hugo from Australia. He and his wife had bought a case of it when they were there in the summer and it was one of their favourites.
"Good choice," said his wife.
He uncorked the bottle and sat down at the table. The couples were sitting across from each other so he sat across from his wife and next to Mrs. Carson. He poured everyone some of the wine and then raised his glass in salute.
"Thanks guys for a lovely dinner."
They all clinked glasses and got into the serious business of eating.
"So you were saying it's been really busy at work," his wife said.
"Yes," he said. "It's end of financial year and we have to get the books done by the end of the week."
His wife nodded.
"I was talking to dad about it and I was saying how lucky it is mum works there otherwise I'd be really suspicious. You know, late nights and all."
He felt a hand on his thigh. The table cloth was large so the others couldn't see it, but he felt it.
Oh God, not again, he thought.
Not that he didn't want it, but seriously, at the dinner table? With his wife?
"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Carson, "Ashton doesn't have much chance to play around with me there watching him like a hawk."
He nearly snorted the wine out of his nose, but he managed to nod.
"Oh, Elaine, how unfortunate for Ashton that you are there all day," said Mr. Carson, "But I guess he is married to Jennifer and we wouldn't want to see anything untoward going on."
He winked at Mrs. Carson.
She winked back, but her hand was now sitting in his lap and she gave his cock a squeeze through the jeans he was wearing.
"Not that I think he would do anything," said Jennifer. "Would you?"
"No dear," he said, "I love you too much for that."
Mrs. Carson was now rubbing his crotch very gently and he already had a hard on. He was trying to shift himself discretely in his seat, but the efforts were proving futile. Just when he thought he'd made some room for a place to "park" his erection, Mrs. Carson's digital ministrations would make it grow larger and he was again shifting in his seat.
"Is everything ok, Ashton?" asked Jennifer.
"Yes hon," he lied.
Mrs. Carson looked across at her daughter.
"I think Ashton is just concerned about the call he's going to get from San Francisco. Isn't that right?"
She looked across at him innocently while continuing to squeeze and caress his cock under the table.
He had no call from San Francisco coming that he knew of. The knowledge that she must be planning something, coupled with the fact that her hand was playing around in his crotch, made his cock twitch in his jeans.
You've got to be kidding me, he thought. Not again.
But at least it would be the end.
The last time.
He couldn't do this again, especially right here in the same house as his wife and father in law. It just wasn't right.
Enjoy it, Mrs. Carson, because you won't be getting it again.
After this time.
Promise.
That's it.
The thought made him relax. Rather, his mind relaxed, but his cock got harder, if that was possible.
Her hand was now stroking a little more vigorously. It was still well disguised, but for him there was no mistaking what was happening down there. All the while, she sat there smiling, drinking wine and chatting. She wasn't eating much. He figured it must be difficult to cut your lamb when one hand is on your son in law's cock.
If she liked cock so much, maybe they should have cooked chicken....
His mind was brought back from drifting by the sound of his phone ringing. He got up from the table and picked it up from the kitchen bench and looked at the screen.
It was her number.
"Hello," he said to no one. "Hang on a sec, I'm just having dinner. Let me go into another room."
