My Hand Job as a Married Woman

My husband and I were going through the usual sort of rough patch married couples go through. He was working away, I had the kids and a full time job to hold down. We spoke most nights and Skyped a few times to help relieve the frustration of our separation but the pressure of long distance began to take over and the calls became more awkward and the weekend face to face often was fraught. During the week I was taking care of myself with help from my Rabbit and this site, but little did I know that some other inspiration was just across the road. My husband's friend Matt had been part of our lives for ever. He and my husband had grown up together and as a foursome, us and Matt and his girlfriend shared many a night out and a couple of holidays away. Matt knew that things had been tough, but not the full extent (guys never talk right?) and would often pop in to take my eldest out to play football or drop off some groceries. One Friday night I had gotten the kids to bed and taken a bath. My husband wasn't coming home that weekend due to a major problem with the project he was on and we had left things in a bad state when he called to tell me. I was sat on my reading chair, curled up in just a dressing gown with a glass of wine and reading a book when there was a knock at the door. It was Matt checking in with me as he often did when my husband was away at the weekend. Despite my state of undress I opened the door and invited him in. He was taken aback to see me in just a gown and I immediately saw his eyes drift to the mega cleavage I had on show. I offered him a glass of wine which he accepted, telling my breasts he just wanted to see I was ok after he'd spoken to my husband. For about 30 mins we chatted (he rarely made eye contact lol) and I started to feel excited by his gaze. Feeling the frustration of previous events wash over me I started to look at Matt in a different way and wondered where things might go if I pushed it..... We were now sitting together on the sofa, me exposing more and more cleavage as the minutes went on and Matt getting more and more agitated by the way he was shifting around in his seat. I decided to let nature take its course and as he poured me another glass of wine I "accidently " knocked his hand spilling ice cold wine onto my thigh. I jumped up with a scream, knowing the open nature of my gown would cause "something" to happen. As I looked down at Matt, who was full of apologies for the "spill" I saw his eyes gaze down to my left breast which had broken free from my gown. I've gotten used to guys looking at my breasts from an early age given their size, but Matt just stared open mouthed at my exposed breast as I feigned shock and embarrassment at what had happened. I could see Matt's erection starting to grow through his jeans and asked him if he liked what he had seen. When he replied in the affirmative I asked if he would like to see some more. Without waiting for him to answer, I sat next to him and with my breast still exposed, took his hand and placed it there. My nipple was hard by then and I felt his hand close around me and my nipple trapped between his fingers.... Without warning he took his left hand and delved into my gown, exposing my other breast. He paused a minute, taking in the view before leaning over and taking my nipple in his mouth. We started to kiss and I had my hand on his chest as he massaged by breasts, moaning at the sensation. I started to move my hand over his chest and stomach until I felt the bulge in his pants. He moaned as I caressed his bulge and pleaded with me to keep going. I unbuckled his jeans and with difficulty managed to pull them down over his huge erection. I paused and looked him in the eye before I put my hand in the waistband of his shorts. He gave out a moan as I pulled them down and allowed his clock to spring out. To my amazement it was almost identical to my husband's - size, shape, girth...everything. I cupped his hairless balls and leaned forward sucking the head of his cock for a moment. His legs began to twitch and I guessed it wouldn't take long. I lay him back on the sofa and slowly started to jerk his dick. His eyes shifted between my big breasts now hanging over him and my hand working his cock. I sensed the same moans as my husband and it wasn't long before he exploded all over my hand, his chest and my breasts in a huge orgasm that was far more than I had seen in years.... He slumped back in the seat and breathlessly thanked me. I took his phone from his now discarded jeans and took a photo of his cum dripping off my nipples and told him to keep it somewhere safe for next time he jerked off. Matt made his excuses and left at that point and I went upstairs and had an amazing Skype with my husband while I thought of Matt's cock emptying his hot cum over me.... It wasn't the last time he and I did anything, but that is for another day....