It was just before eight when I awoke the following morning, the sun was shining and despite the long day's travel and last night's encounter with Jack, I too was feeling as bright as a button; though perhaps that was because of Jack's fucking rather than despite it? Jack was still in my bed, sound asleep -- no bad thing, I needed time to think - and while he'd rolled away from me during the night, he still had one hand proprietorially cupping my breast; I can't deny that I enjoyed that discovery. I was also pleasantly surprised, or perhaps that should read 'relieved' to find that I wasn't racked by guilt over last night's betrayal of my daughter. Yes, I know that I'd been unfaithful to my husband too, but to be honest I'd never anticipated having much remorse in that regard; hell, I'd been playing a very distant second-fiddle to his beloved football team for the last twenty five years!
I surmised that my carefree attitude toward our infidelity perhaps rested upon Jack's words of the previous night: 'What happens in Vegas - or in this case Los Angeles - stays in Vegas'. Last night was simply a holiday dalliance, compartmentalised and never to be repeated or even spoken of once we returned home; while Jack wasn't a ship passing in the night, that perhaps was in some ways a bonus? No possibility of some holiday-lover appearing out of the blue to spill the beans once I was back in the real world; Jack had got just as much to lose as I did, so he could be relied upon to stay silent unto the grave. That rationale of course took me to its perhaps inevitable conclusion: Jack and I had another thirteen nights together and as one may as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb... Sliding free of Jack's hand and out of the bed I tip-toed to the bathroom for a much needed pee, to freshen-up down below and collect my thoughts, before making an equally stealthy return; thankfully Jack was still asleep, I may not have found the courage otherwise.
Slipping delicately, though upended, back into bed saw me eye-to-eye with Jack's cock; even flaccid it was magnificent, had it been erect I'm sure that up this close and personal it would've scared the life out of me! During my bathroom musings I'd identified another benefit which a discrete and finite affair with Jack would provide and here was where that was to begin: Over the years there had often been subjects arise during girly conversations to which I'd made the appropriately shocked, horrified, or even disgusted responses that the codes of polite society demanded, at times whilst actually thinking: 'Perhaps that might be fun?' More than once I'd even glanced around at my peers and wondered which of those privately thought so too? With a long-standing partner there are risks in proposing something new in the bedroom, especially something a little risque; it would undoubtedly raise questions as to 'why now?' or 'where/who have you learnt that from?' Perhaps worse, would be to propose such a thing, only to discover that you didn't enjoy it; but if your husband had, then it might prove difficult to say 'no' in the future? The next two weeks I'd realised could be considered free from such concerns.
Please don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to portray myself as some prissy little goody-two-shoes who's never sucked a cock, but my sex-life has been somewhat conservative; I've heard the word 'vanilla' used as an adjective and that could be appropriately applied. My own Jack's often requested a blow job and it's been willingly granted as an adequate, albeit perfunctory precursor to our lovemaking - usually on high-days and holidays ; ) - but that's been about my limit. What I was intending now for Anna's-Jack was to deliver the sort of full-on, suck him dry, fellatio which I'd seen in those blue videos and no, I wasn't being entirely altruistic, I would have been seriously pissed-off if Jack didn't reciprocate; though for me that would be a new experience.
Stretching forward, I swept my extended tongue across the exposed tip of Jack's resting cock, he twitched slightly but remained asleep, I repeated the move a second, third and fourth time; a little more firmly and assuredly with each pass. The flavour was rather stale, overlaid by a sharp acidic bite, I was rather regretting not having waited until Jack had freshened-up too, until I recognised that this tang was the taste of my own residue from the previous evening. That certainly perked things up, it seemed so appropriately sordid and that realisation sent tingles around my body, all of which ultimately convened in my groin. A glance toward Jack's face confirmed that he was still sleeping, though on returning my eyes to his cock, I could see that he was beginning to awaken down there; a gentle swelling and starting to pulse. With my own confidence swelling likewise, I edged forward to lay my fingers on his shaft and that drew a gasp -- my own! Even soft I could barely encircle Jack with my hand and that hand didn't cover even half the length of Jack's prick; he was huge!
Undeterred I drew back his foreskin and re-applied my tongue to the now fully exposed mushroom-dome crowning Jack's erection, the expansion of which progressed in tandem with my own arousal; Jack's cock and I seemed to feed off each other as my tongue and fingers became more ardent by the second. I wasn't checking my watch, but it can't have been long before my hunger overcame me, edging yet another few inches forward, I slipped the head of Jack's by now tumescent organ into my mouth. Though perhaps 'slipped' rather under-plays the moment? Despite lips stretched wide and a jaw-bone threatening to dislocate, achieving Jack's intrusion was a close call and once admitted I was initially able to do nothing beyond learn how to accommodate him and still draw breath! But necessity is the mother -- or in this case perhaps, mother-in-law? - of invention and there was no way that I was conceding; after a long thirty seconds I was again breathing comfortably, that over-stretched feeling had slightly abated and I pressed forward in self-penetration.
In the same instant Jack's hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers penetrated me at the other end too; this second intrusion drew a groan of pleasure which to escape past Jack's intruding cock forced my lips to spread even wider, thereby allowing his cock an inch deeper into my throat; now that's what you call a 'win-win' situation! I don't know how long Jack had been aware of my ministrations, but the clarity of his speech suggested that he'd not just woken; I no longer cared, with one hand scratching along the length of his swollen shaft, the other teasing his tightening scrotum and my tongue having finally found space to operate, I didn't ease off even as he spoke. Jack's words affirmed my belief that I was damned good at this new skill I was learning and they aroused me almost as much as his intruding fingers between my legs: "If you want me to fuck you again Carol, you're going to have to ease off down there."
