Viv had told me she wanted to try everything with me and especially to suck my cock.
When I arrived home Yvonne was in bed just as she said she would be. I ran a bath as I needed to get the scent of her mother off me and in particular the scaly residue of Viv's secretions that had dried on my cock.
If Yvonne decided to wake me up with a morning blow job it wouldn't be good to have that incriminating evidence on my cock, nor in her mouth! If I'd been single I'd have left it there as long as possible as a reminder of one of the best fucks of my life.
As I lay soaking my mind was in turmoil. Here I was, a year or so after taking wedding vows and already I had broken them. If it all came to a head it would be one thing to have to explain that it was a relationship that developed at work or a drunken one night stand, but for it to be her mother FFS!!! However, I knew I could not give Viv up and I was going to follow this path wherever it led.
I thought it better not to go seeing Viv for the rest of that week, it would have been too much out of the ordinary as Phillip and Yvonne would know I was there. The next day I phoned her from work during my break.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Is that the woman that I can't last the rest of the week unless I at least get to speak to her?"
"Oh David it's you!"
"Yes, how are you? I won't be coming over any more this week, it will be too suspicious, I can't wait for next week."
"Me neither! Yes, I understand and agree about this week. I'm OK. I sent the letter to the church I'll wait to see if I hear back from them."
"Do you expect to?"
"Oh yes, they don't let sheep stray from the fold without trying to 'rescue' them. They'll be wasting their time though, I'll explain when I see you.
I'll miss you. I still think about you all the time, I'm like a teenager! And..."
"And what?"
"I'm masturbating far too much!"
"Really? I am as well, in fact just hearing your voice is making me hard."
"I have my hand in my knickers, I'm really wet."
"Well, I'm getting really hard. But I'm not going to release my cock and stroke it because I'm in a corridor at work where the pay phones are!"
"Well, that's too bad for you, I'm going to say goodbye, then go back to my chair and think about you as I play with my clit.
Do you still have a key to this house from when you used to stay here?"
"You tease! Yes I do, remember Yvonne said we'd keep it, in case you and Phillip ever locked yourselves out you'd have a spare."
"Well use it to let yourself in on Monday afternoon. I'll take a nap after my lunch and I'll be in bed upstairs waiting for you."
I groaned down the phone, "You Minx, what am I going to do with you?"
"Everything I hope! Bye, see you Monday afternoon."
"Bye Viv, I can't wait."
We hung up and I went to the toilet to relieve myself. I wasn't very productive for the rest of that day as my mind was elsewhere.
Monday couldn't come around soon enough. I had a copy of the key made in case Yvonne saw it wasn't on the hook.
Monday came and I arrived at Viv's just before 2:30. I let myself in very quietly in case she was asleep.
I crept up those creaky stairs like a Ninja, keeping my feet away from the centre of each tread. Instead I placed my feet at the end of each tread where they joined the stringers. It worked, only a couple of them creaked.
Viv and Phillip slept in the front room. The door was open. I softly entered the room. The curtains weren't closed but they had net curtains, so you could see out but nobody could see in, not during the daytime.
Viv was lying on her back with a duvet over her. Her breathing was slow and regular. Her jaw was relaxed and open. If she'd been feigning sleep she wouldn't have held her jaw in that fashion as it wasn't a good look, but it made me smile.
I contemplated putting my erect cock in her mouth to fulfill her desire to suck it. However, the thought of a nervous, biting jaw jerk, if she woke up suddenly made me think twice.
Instead I undressed quietly. My cock was very erect and bobbing around as I moved. I gently lifted the duvet and could see no trace of any gown, bra or vest on her top half, I didn't expose her breast at that point, I was teasing myself.
I lifted the duvet at the side and saw bare hip, she was naked! As I lowered the duvet she muttered something unintelligible and changed position so she was lying on her right hand side with her back to me.
I knelt down and lifted the duvet, her bum was exquisite, smooth, white and unblemished. Not a trace of cellulite, I wasn't expecting there would be and if there had I wouldn't have minded one bit. I had to remind myself that she was in her early to mid-forties, not her sixties, as her outward appearance led one to believe.
I gently stroked one cheek, from her hip down to the cleft where it met the other. Then I lifted the cheek to expose her brown rosebud to my lustful gaze. I could also see part of her closed pussy lips, her inner labia that I loved were also peeking out.
I kissed her cheek then licked her rosebud and as much of her pussy as I could reach. Her unmistakable feminine, mature musk had me in raptures. My mouth on her pussy woke her up.
"David? You're here!" she rolled onto her back again and I threw the quilt right off her.
Viv and I were in her bedroom, both naked, with the house to ourselves and the rest of the afternoon to spend together!
I didn't know where to start. It was the first time I'd seen her with not a stitch of clothing. She was the epitome of a Rubenesque figure. One arm was above her head, her forearm resting on her greying hair, her other hand was resting languidly on her sexy, rounded tummy. Her large breasts were not sagging to the side (but I wouldn't have cared if they were.) Her brown, pimpled areolas with their firm, pencil eraser nipples were making my mouth water. One of her shapely legs was straight, the other bent with her foot under the knee of her straight leg, causing her full, rounded thighs to part slightly, exposing her pussy.
And what a pussy! It was the catalyst that on holiday had triggered the chain reaction that led us to that bedroom and that bed nearly four weeks later. It was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen up until that time and have ever seen since.
Every man has a different view of perfection, thank goodness. Mine is for the woman's mons pubis to have a rounded bulge from the cushioning fatty tissue beneath, for her to have a pronounced clitoral sheath, the clit just peeking out when relaxed and when aroused exposed and erect, like a miniature penis, just begging for attention. For her labia majora to be plump and long and her labia minora to be brown and crinkled and clearly visible at all times. Pubic hair? It can be there or not, but if there I prefer long and curly, not straight or short and stubbly.
The pussy in front of me had all of those attributes and with her legs slightly parted her pinkness was visible, as was the entrance to her tunnel.
"Turn over." I said, my voice soft, yet firm.
She did so, her head turned to the side so she could look back at me. I could now see both of her large, firm, rounded globes with their smooth, white, alabaster skin. I was captivated.
"You body is gorgeous, you're beautiful."
"Thank you," she said whilst shimmying her knees, making her bum wobble.
"Can you get up on all fours? If not I'll help you." (This was in deference to her infirmity which, had I thought about it, was becoming less and less apparent each time we met.)
She got onto her hands and knees with no assistance from me.