Family dinner
Under the cover of the large dining table, Carol put a petite hand on brother-in-law Don's thigh.
Initially, Don slightly recoiled but he soon relaxed into the game as Carol squeezed the muscle and worked her fingers further up his trousers, creeping ever inward toward his groin.
The children had long since moved into the TV room, but all the adults remained seated around the table after enjoying the family's turkey dinner. Her father proudly beamed from the head of the table while her mother fussed over everyone from the opposite end. Carol's younger brother sat to her left and, directly across, was her dirtbag abusive husband. To his left was her sister Helen, Dan's wife. Her brother's girlfriend was on her husband's right.
With her left elbow on the table and her chin resting on her knuckles, Carol displayed a contented smile while they all made jolly chit-chat.
What the others didn't know was that Carol -- with help from Don -- had managed to pull out his hard cock, wrap her fingers around it, and begin to slowly stroke him.
Carol rolled her index finger and thumb over the head and felt a thrilling tingle between her legs as Dan flinched and fought to control his pleasure. Carol resumed a steady stroking rhythm along his shaft while scanning the table, a twinkle in her eyes.
For the first time in years, she was genuinely happy and her smile was real.
Watching her rat husband offering top-up drinks to the women on either side of him, she briefly jerked Don's cock before returning to the smooth rhythm.
She looked around into Don's eyes. "Enjoying yourself Don?" she asked innocently.
He grinned. "Yes, it's been a terrific night."
While tugging Don's cock with a faster wrist action but barely moving her arm, Carol lifted her wine glass and swallowed the final drops. "Please," she said, proffering her glass over the table toward her husband, "don't forget me, darling." The last word dripped with sarcasm.
"Oh yes, sorry dear," Ted said. "How could I forget my darling wife? I wouldn't want anyone thinking you weren't being looked after."
"Oh I'm getting well looked after, no complaints from me," she said, looking at her husband as Don shifted in his seat. She felt his stomach press against her elbow and guessed he was approaching climax.
Again smoothing his sensitive head with index finger and thumb, Carol enjoyed Don's brave battle against the urge to twitch. Then, aware of his sudden growth, she casually took another sip of wine as the first spurts of cum shot from his throbbing cock.
Carol was conscious of Don fighting not to gasp before he put a hand over hers, wanting her to stop. For a moment, she playfully resisted but released him, happy to feel the sticky warmth of his cum on her. Slowly, she brought her hand to rest beside her used crockery and peered at the white cum dribbling over the back toward her wrist. She glanced at Don and saw he was also looking at the tabletop where her hand was exposed to everyone.
Carol set down her glass before casually sweeping up the cum on her fingertips and smearing it around the rim. Don quickly zipped up his trousers as Carol drank, enjoying the mix of wine and cum. She repeated the cum application and greedily gulped from the glass again.
"More wine please, darling," she said, pointing the glass in Ted's direction. He flicked her an annoyed glance and broke off the conversation with her sister.
"Excuse me, toilet calling," Don said. He stood and shuffled off with a napkin held at his groin.
"Okay, Babe," Helen called to her husband.
"Sure, son," said Carol's dad.
A thrill washed over Carol as she watched Don escaping.
"Darling." Carol waved her glass again.
But Ted lifted the bottle and wiggled it at her. "It's done," he said and returned to his conversation with Helen.
"Perfect," Carol said and bit on her bottom lip. "I'll pop and get another."
Nobody responded or looked as she rose from the table and left the room. She crossed the hallway, ignored the room where her kids, nieces, and nephews were on phones and tablets, and trotted up the stairs. She tapped on the bathroom door, waited... then tapped again.
"I'll be two minutes," Don called.
"Open the door," she whispered
"No."
"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll scream the door down." Carol scraped fingernails down the white door.
"Okay."
Don opened the door and she saw he was trying to clean the cum from his trousers. Stepping inside, Carol slid the lock. "Just so we won't be bothered."
"Carol, I don't know how this happened but we're both married."
She summoned a frown "You didn't seem to mind earlier when we were supposed to be shopping for extra food but, really, you were fucking me in the car."
"Hey, we'd just confessed that both our partners had cheated," said Don. "It brought us closer and at that moment we were vulnerable and connected."
