I sat there at the long oak table, my cock already half-hard just from the way my wife kept shooting me those looks across the mashed potatoes and gravy. The whole family was thereher parents at the heads, her brother and his wife on one side, her aunt and uncle on the other. Conversation about work and the weather droned on, but all I could think about was how wet shed told me she was when she whispered in my ear before we sat down.
She was wearing that short black dress, no panties like Id ordered. Her bare thigh pressed against mine under the tablecloth. I slid my hand over and found her pussy lips slick and swollen. She didnt even flinch when I pushed two fingers straight inside her. She just reached for the salad bowl and kept talking about her new job while I finger-fucked her slow and steady, right there with her mom two feet away.
Her cunt clenched around my fingers every time someone laughed. I curled them up, rubbing that spot she loves, and watched her bite her lip to keep from moaning. My dick was throbbing against my zipper, leaking pre-cum into my boxers. I needed to be inside her, and I needed it now.
I leaned over like I was grabbing the salt and muttered, Get on my lap. Now.
She didnt hesitate. She scooted her chair back, stood, and settled onto me like she was just getting comfortable. The tablecloth hid everything. Her dress rode up as she reached under, pulled my cock out, and sank down on it in one smooth, filthy motion. Her pussy swallowed every inch, hot and tight and dripping. I had to cough to cover the groan that wanted to rip out of my throat.
She started rocking, tiny movements that looked like she was just shifting in her seat. My cock slid in and out of her wet hole with every little grind. Her juices ran down my balls and soaked my pants. I gripped her hips under the table and thrust up hard whenever her dad wasnt looking. Each time I bottomed out she squeezed me tighter.
Her brother asked her a question about Thanksgiving plans. She answered in a steady voice while my cock was buried to the hilt in her cunt, pulsing and leaking inside her. I reached around and rubbed her clit with two fingers, fast and rough the way she likes. Her thighs started shaking. I felt her pussy flutter and then clamp down hard as she came, biting into a dinner roll to stay quiet. Her juices flooded over my cock and balls.
I wasnt done. I kept fucking up into her, using short, brutal thrusts while the family passed the turkey. Every time someone spoke I drove in deeper, making her take it. Her second orgasm hit faster. She leaned back against my chest and whispered, Fill me up, baby. Do it while theyre all right here.
That was it. I buried my face in her hair and came, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. I kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop inside her while she milked me with her walls. Some of it leaked out around my cock and dripped onto the seat.
She stayed on my lap until dessert, my softening cock still inside her, our mixed cum slowly leaking down her thighs.
When she finally stood, a thick white trail ran down her leg. She smiled at her mom and said, Everything was perfect, while my load dripped onto the dining room floor.
We didnt even make it to the car before I bent her over the hood and fucked her again, this time loud enough for anyone who stepped outside to hear.
