He removed his hand before anything more happened and reached over me to open the cupboard and retrieve the cardboard box while I leaned against the wall to catch my breath.
He held the box up and asked me where I wanted it and I smiled and led the way back downstairs.
Nothing else was said and we both behaved perfectly normally for the rest of the afternoon. It was obviously a very unusual occurrence but I dealt with it by putting it completely out of my mind and not thinking about it at all. The rest of the party went off without a hitch and people left around early evening, most of them with children who had school the following day, including my daughter and her husband. I gave him a peck on the cheek when they left, as I always do. I had almost convinced myself it had never happened.
The doorbell rang about an hour after the last of my guests had left. They had all helped with the tidying up and took most of the leftovers with them so I was just putting a few things away, still refusing to think about it. I answered the door to find it was my daughter’s husband, apologising for bothering me but he thought he had left his wallet behind. I invited him in and watched him go up the stairs with a knot in my stomach.
I followed him into the main bedroom. He took out his wallet from his back pocket and placed it on the dresser and then turned towards me. He put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around and then unzipped my dress from the back and let it fall to the floor. I let him do this without any resistance. He unclasped my bra and pushed it off my shoulders. I put my arms over my breasts as he turned me around to face him, questioning him with my eyes but saying nothing. He gently shoved me backwards and the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I dropped, my hands reaching down to steady myself, my breasts fully exposed. The look in his eyes told me with complete certainty that he was going to fuck me. The slickness between my legs told me with equal certainty that I wasn’t going to stop him.
We didn’t speak. He undid his belt and lowered his fly and released his penis which was fully erect. The size was not particularly intimidating but the unwavering hardness of it made me swallow my saliva and scoot backwards along the bed. He dropped his jeans and slid off his jacket and then grabbed my ankles and dragged me back towards him. I was flat on my back, my breasts sliding around on my chest, threatening to fall into my armpits and I instinctively moved my arms closer to my sides to keep my breasts on top. I wanted him to see them in a favourable light.
His mouth descended and swallowed a stiff, pointed nipple and I gasped. His hand reached down and pointed his penis between my legs, used the head to push my underwear to one side and forced it in.
There was no foreplay and no hesitation. He was solid in a way I had never encountered before and he plunged into me pushing aside all obstacles with no regard for the laws of man or nature. It was like being impaled on an iron rod. I let out a loud groan and arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth like an offering.