The Christmas Exhibition (4 page)

             
“We were all drunk, Matt.” She stuffed the entire length of my cock into her mouth, and sucked sensationally for several seconds.

             
“Oh, fuck... Shit, Jill.”

             
“Mmmmmm,” she gargled.

             
I had to fight my fingers into the long locks of her blonde hair, dragging her back from the base of my member. “I'm gonna explode, if you keep that up, honey!”

             
She snarled a seductive growl of desire. “I want your cock, Matt. I
need
it!”

             
Holy shit. Something had sparked fireworks in her. Something... Or... Some
one
. “Tell me more, Jill.” My own hand wrapped around my cock.

             
Jill's glance fell on my masturbation. “Oh, baby, look at the way you stroke yourself. You
really
do know how to pleasure yourself, don't you?”

             
“Yes.”

             
She smiled. “Years of practice, right?”

             
I hesitated. Then conceded. “Yes, Jill.”

             
“You masturbated for years while you were single.”

             
I nodded. I was embarrassed, yet aroused at her personal incision of my past.

             
“You don't mind that I'm more experienced than you, do you?”

             
Where was she going with this? I reluctantly shook my head. “You're just so beautiful, Jill... I'm thankful I have you. I know how lucky I am.” Something about her past – or what I knew coupled with what I imagined of it – tore arousal through my apprehension.

             
“I know a thing or two about how to turn a man on, yeah?”

             
I nodded more vehemently.

             
“I did that tonight, baby.” Jill's hand moved to my thigh, stroking my hairs, then onto my balls. She leaned her mouth forward and took a testicle between her lips.

             
“Shit,” I cried, struggling between suppression of an impending orgasm and stretching my necessity for relief.

             
Jill's fingers pried at mine, freeing my cock from my clasp.

             
Our digits entangled.

             
“Let me, baby,” she mumbled, muffling her voice with my bloated balls.

             
My palm fell to my side. My cock stood rigid on end. Her hand wrapped sensually around the base, her fingers grazing the sweat in my pubes.

             
“Some of the dancing was just fun,” Jill said, pulling her mouth away. “A group of us girls got up first. The labourers were watching us. Nici thought it would be a laugh to start busting a move. She was grinding herself against Tracey.” Her eyes lingered over my groin, then started an upwards ascension to my mouth and my eyes. “Sharon grabbed me and we both must've read each other's thoughts.”

             
The tip of my cock twitched in her hand. “What did you do?”

             
“We were running our hands over each other, spinning around and gyrating our asses together. The men were going nuts. It wasn't that smutty... Or maybe it was... Shit, Matt, I have to work with these people... What have I done?”

             
I humped her hand. “I don't know... I... Is that it? You put on a show for the labourers and they loved it?”

             
“The boss was watching... So was his son.”

             
“His son?” Jill had mentioned him before. “Sean?”

             
Jill nodded.

             
The next-door neighbours' Christmas carol contest restarted with a rendition of
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
.

             
“He always thought he could have me, baby. He thought he could click his fingers and I'd come running. The spoilt brat thought his daddy's money could buy him my affections. But I was never interested in him. What I look for in a man... Baby, money is nothing compared to what I find in you.” Jill climbed my body, licked quick, circular motions around my lips and finally twisted her tongue over mine.

             
I melted under her. My hands found her cheeks, her hair and finally grabbed her Santa hat and pulled it free, throwing it beside me on the sofa.

             
Jill broke the kiss all too abruptly. Her hand was milking precum from my penis.

             
“Jill,” I muttered hoarsely. “Be careful... If you keep that up... I'll cum... I need to fuck you.”

             
She relaxed her routine on my cock. “Okay, baby.” She drew her other hand to my balls and gently squeezed them both in her palm. “I don't want your cum spilling on my sofa... Or my hand... Or-”

             
“Your mouth?” I interrupted, my tone agonisingly close to a beg.

             
Jill giggled. “You naughty boy... Imagine if your mother could hear the way you talk to me.”

             
I rubbed my forefinger over the slit of my penis, soaking it in precum, and placed it on Jill's lower lip.

             
She flicked her tongue obediently, closing her eyes and relishing my taste. “I love that,” she said. “Just like I loved the attention earlier. Nici and Tracey were nothing compared to what Sharon and I were doing. We even pecked each other on the lips. I think Sharon wanted to go further, to really wind the guys up. But I didn't do it. I might've if the boss hadn't been watching.”

             
My suspicions were solidifying. “What about Sean?”

             
“He watched.” She wrestled my cock from tip to base, reddening the foreskin and purpling the head. “Some of the labourers got up. Tracey and Nici cooled their dancing...”

             
“What about you and Sharon?”

             
“Sharon wanted to keep dancing with me.”

             
I twirled a strand of her hair in my forefinger. “And you, Jill?”

             
She bit her lip. “Please, don't be angry, baby.”

             
Arousal anchored my cock in her palm. What was so suddenly stimulating about her potential treachery? About her straying? I was confused. My excitement compounded by imaginings of her acting out with adulterous intent. “I won't be,” I said, fuelled by lustful curiosity and deceitful lies from my tongue. “I won't get mad at you.”

             
“You sure?”

             
I almost told her I promised.

             
“Well, I could see all the men staring at me. One of them even rubbed his crotch as he watched. No one else noticed-”

             
“Did you fancy him?” I asked.

             
Jill shook her head and weakened her wanking. “It wasn't about him... Or any of them... It was the attention... Their eyes... Their cocks... They all seemed to want me.” Jill rubbed her hand sensually over my penis, adopting a more massaging approach. “I kept dancing with Sharon for a bit, but I was twirling my ass to them. Sharon warned me it was only a matter of time before one of them broke in-”

             
“Broke in?” I said slowly, wishing to visualise her tale.

             
“One of the bigger of the labourers... Jim.”

             
“What is he like?”

             
Jill's grip became a tight grasp as she recalled him. “He's in his mid-40s, married, grown-up kids and he's really big. A real man. He just cut in between us and grabbed his hand behind my back, pulling me into him. All the lads were cheering him on. I couldn't look at the boss. I was embarrassed. Then I caught Sean's eye. He was looking... He was looking angry. He couldn't believe I'd given myself to Jim-”

             
“Given?” My stiff cock surged out of her hand.

             
Jill caught me again, rolling her fingers around my shaft. She giggled. “Oh, baby, don't be too jealous, I was only doing it to wind Sean up.”

             
“Doing... What?”

             
“Nothing really. I let Jim run his hand over my back, my waist and he copped a good grope of my ass.”

             
“You just let him?”

             
She bit her lip, mocking innocence. “I encouraged him.”

             
The spunk in my balls threatened to explode. My heart pounded in my chest. Anxiety summoned nausea. The room was beginning to spin. What on earth was so amazing about the comprehension of my worst fears? “Tell me what you did, Jill.”

             
“I pushed my ass against his hand. Then when the music changed, I pushed it into his crotch.”

             
“Was he hard?”

             
“
He
wasn't. But the next guy was.”

             
“The next guy?”

             
“I danced with almost all of them. Oh, baby, don't be annoyed. It was harmless,
really
. They all appreciated their Christmas treat. The more drink they had, the more they wanted to push it. But they were nothing I couldn't handle. I've been around the block. I knew what I was doing... Well, most of the time. I can blame the alcohol for the rest.”

             
The rest? Jill seemed to notice my suspicion, and strengthened her tug on my cock.

             
“Most of them were really nice about it, they said I'd made their night. Tracey and Nici seemed a bit pissed off, like I'd stolen their thunder or something. And Sharon was more than happy to lap up the attention of my sloppy seconds.”

             
My torso was rigid. My mind shaking inside.

             
“Some of the guys were keeping Sean going, telling him to lighten up and enjoy himself. They wanted to know when he was going to have his turn with me.”

             
“Turn?” I snapped. “Jesus, Jill, you make it sound like they thought you were their slut to be passed from guy to guy.”

             
She shook her head. “I was just letting my hair down, baby-”

             
“You said you felt one of their erections!”

             
Jill wrenched my cock forcefully up and down. “I never said those words, Matt.” Furiously, she wanked me. “I said I felt the second guy to dance with me was hard.” The heel of her hand hit my balls as her palm dragged to my base. “He wasn't the only one. It was... Nice... To have them like that, and know I was the cause.” Her tongue licked her upper lip. “But they'll be more embarrassed than me come Monday morning, Matt. Trust me.”

             
Trust. What I thought had been the epitome of our relationship seemed suddenly no more than an epitaph of what had been. I shook my head.

             
Jill eyed me quizzically.

             
My struggles were within. My issues with trust a prior engagement to her confession. My thoughts of our relationship's epitome nothing more than a delusion I was attempting to propagate to myself. Jill was amazing. I had to realise that. I doubted her fidelity regardless of her actions. I undervalued myself. And next to a woman so beautiful and alluring, what kind of an intelligent man would be any different? “I'm so lucky, Jill.”

             
Her eyes and smile widened. Fire lit up her whole face. “Really? You're okay?”

             
I nodded. “I'm the man you come home to.”

             
She rubbed my balls. “Keep this spunk for me,” she commanded, then released my cock and sat back on the coffee table, spreading her legs.

             
“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Jill.”

             
The Christmas carol next-door finally came to an end.

             
“Not yet, Matt.” She pulled her white linen panties to the side, revealing the moist lips of her pussy. “I'm not finished.”

             
I overcame instinct, suppressing demands and accusations, and instead approached her with subtlety. “Did Sean get his turn to dance with you?”

             
“No.” She rubbed her clitoris between a small mound of her pubic hair. “He stormed off in a rage as soon as his dad decided to call it a night.”

             
“What?”