Still breathing heavily, I let go of Matthew and squatted down in front of him, looking up and smiling as I fumbled at the front of his trousers, tugging them open and freeing his cock into my waiting hand. I pumped it several times enjoying the hardness before sliding my mouth over the engorged head and swallowing several inches of rigid prick. Covering his dick with spit I worked my lips down and up on Matthew’s shaft, enjoying the husky sounds of his pleasure that reached my ears.
I wasn’t allowed to linger for very long though and he was soon pulling me to my feet, his cock slipping from between my lips as I stood up. Hurriedly I slid my panties down and off as Matthew ripped open a foil packet and rolled a condom onto his erection. I barely had time to place my foot on a nearby empty crate and open my legs before Matthew was pushing his cock up into my dripping pussy. All I could do was lean back against the wall, hands on his shoulders, and groan softly as he entered me in a single thrust. There was no finesse or intimacy, it was fucking plain and simple, every thrust pushing me against the wall and lifting me onto my toes and it was just a matter of minutes before Matthew was burying his cock all the way in me, groaning softly, the pair of us shuddering as we came together.
It took a minute to regain my composure and adjust my slightly dishevelled appearance as Matthew zipped himself up after disposing of the condom. We made our way back to the party, entering singly, me back via the side door while he went around the front. I half expected everyone to be looking at me as if they knew what I’d been doing but fortunately no one seemed to have noticed apart from my husband who looked at me with a questioning grin. I made my way across to him and, as discretely as I could, I smiled and handed him my panties.