Sweet Catherine 2

Dave got up and, shouldering Karl aside, he bent and stuck his tongue into her. Catherine’s body jolted and she crushed the bag of chips, spilling them on the table and clawing at them. Dave had his two index fingers inside of her and he was holding her open. Len watched in absolute fascination as the big man sunk his tongue back into his wife. He was almost growling as he speared it into her and then he worked his way down a little and Catherine whimpered as he sucked at her clit. 

“Do you want to fuck her?” Len heard himself ask.

Dave turned. His goatee was soaked. “Right here?”

“No not here… you can take her upstairs though.”

Dave led Catherine up the stairs and into the main bedroom. He laid down on the bed, leaving her standing in the doorway. “Show me…” he commanded and Catherine stood plucking at her top and blushing. “Show me your fuckin tits,” he went on, smiling at her.

Catherine gathered her top and pealed it up slowly. She was looking at the wall. She lifted it up over her breasts and over her head and she dropped it on the floor. 

“Don’t fold your arms – I want to look at them,” Dave said evenly. “I’ve seen them in a pic and now I want to see them for real.”

Catherine’s eyes flashed upon him but they quickly averted again. She lowered her arms, twisting her fingers into the hem of her skirt, and her tits shuddered on her breath.

“Very nice…” Dave crooned. “Very nice titties… and now I want to see your cunt.”

Catherine reached slowly behind her back and unzipped her skirt. She tugged it down and let it fall to the floor. “Panties too,” Dave said, and she gathered them and pealed them down her thighs, and stood back up completely naked.

Dave sat up and pulled her close. He wanted her tits first and he cupped them and sucked each of her nipples into his mouth. He pulled her onto the bed and laid her on her back. He got up and tore at his clothes. “Open your legs,” he said to her, and she parted her knees a little. 

Dave knelt on the bed and kissed her. He tasted her lips and then her neck as she arched her head back and presented it to him. He mauled her until she started to moan and then he moved down to her tits, taking each in turn and sucking the nipple into his mouth while he kneaded and tweaked the other. He kissed his way down her belly and, lifting her legs over his shoulders, he ate into her. He lapped at her hot juicy gash and sucked on her clit until she bucked in orgasm.

He tongue fucked her until her body was completely limp and then he got on top of her and rammed his cock up her cunt. He pounded her hard and fast, lifting her to another, more intense orgasm, and when she was bucking and grinding her sloppy hole over the base of his cock he forced himself deep inside of her and shot his load. 

Drained and temporarily spent, Dave rolled off and watched Catherine get up and get dressed again. “Are you coming back down?” she asked him shakily.

“What’s the rush?”

“I don’t know… It just feels strange here in my bedroom.”

“Yeah, I guess… Will you come and see me tomorrow though? I’ll be working in my garage in the morning – will you come over?”

“Ok, but lets go back now.”

Dave quickly pulled his clothes back on and followed Catherine downstairs.

Len took his wife onto his lap for a cuddle. He could feel the heat from her crotch though, and he couldn’t help firming up again. She wiggled down onto him, acknowledging his state of arousal. 

The card game resumed and went on quite late into the night. Dave left and went through the back to his house and Catherine agreed to walk home with Karl. She was gone for about an hour and Len was in bed when she came back.

She came right upstairs and crawled onto the bed for another cuddle. “Did Karl fuck you as well?” Len asked, stroking Catherine’s hair and kissing her forehead.

“Oh yes! Well and truly! He must have been so turned on by what happened with David… He came so hard - even harder than usual…”

“And deep?” Len teased, flipping her onto her back and kissing her belly.

“Ah ha… sooo deep, and I love it… I love it when other men cum in me… I just can’t get enough of it.”

“And you’re going to get some more?”

“Yeah… tomorrow. David wants me to go and see him in the morning and I’m going to let him have me again… And when he’s finished with me I’m going to see Karl. He said one of his friends from the photography club will be visiting for lunch and I’m going to let them both fuck me.

***** 

Catherine woke staring at the ceiling again the next morning. She laid there thinking about what had happened the night before and her fingers casually found their way to her pussy as she planned her day.

She decided on a bath again after seeing Len off to work. She soaked until her skin shriveled and then she put on her new pink negligee and matching panties to wait for the postman.

“Morning ma’am…” Stuart couldn’t contain his smile at the sight of her there hiding behind the door. She led him inside giggling to herself and he grabbed her from behind and groped her tits. She surrendered immediately. He lifted the little pink thing she was wearing and felt her tits bare and she ground herself back against his erection. He turned her around and guided her back into a lounge chair, first sucking on her tits and then he buried his face into her little pink panties. 

Stuart edged his shoulders beneath her legs and moved them over the arms of the chair. He sat back to look at her for a moment. Her eyes were wide but out of focus and her arms were slung over the backrest. He stretched her panties aside so he could see her pussy. She moaned softly and ground her hips so he inserted a finger and bent to lick around it while slowly working it in and out. 

“I want you to cum for me again,” he said to her, and she smiled as her blush deepened. He then spread her pussy lips and exposed her clit. He touched it, rolling the tip of his tongue around it, and he continued to massage and suck at it while he pistoned his finger in and out of her.

She was moaning, almost panting. One of her hands had closed over the back of his head and her body was tense, with her hips rolling and mashing her pussy against his mouth and finger. He felt her inner walls grip. She had braced herself up off the seat and her body quivered and bucked. He held his finger in her and felt her trying to milk it, and he kept his tongue pressed against her clit until she slumped back into the chair.

Stuart had noticed the wine glasses in a cabinet. He crawled over and took one then crawled back and kissed his way up to Catherine’s tits. “What’s that for?” she giggled. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing…” he lied, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks and he knew he was matching her blush from before.

He sucked on her nipple while she stroked his hair, and he freed his cock and worked it with his fist. He knew he was pathetic and he knew what he wanted was dirty and unnatural but all of that was just a dull ache in the back of his mind, and the thought of watching her do it surged through his loins. He felt his load build and threaten to erupt. He got up and met Catherine’s eyes, terrified of what she was thinking, but it was too late to stop and he squeezed off the head of his cock in the glass and came harder than he ever had before.

Catherine was fascinated. She had never seen anything like it. She stifled her laugh because the poor guy looked so serious. He handed her the glass and she accepted it out of curiosity. His cum was thick and creamy and it was so warm. 

“I want you to drink it…” Stuart almost pleaded.

“Oh you do? But what if I don’t want to?”

He lowered to his knees and kissed her thigh. “I don’t know… I guess I deserve for you to say no, but I can’t be any more embarrassed than I already am.” 

He had a nice smile, and it flashed as he spoke. Catherine had already decided that she would do it, but not blatantly like he obviously wanted. “Come back up here and do what you were doing a minute ago… I liked that.”

He kissed his way up to her belly and gathered her negligee again. He lifted it and when his mouth closed over Catherine’s nipple, sending a warm little tingle through her body, she put the glass to her lips and tipped it up. His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed it softly as he groaned into her breast. She stroked his hair and watched him suckle one nipple then the other. She could feel his arm moving. He was obviously masturbating again. She pushed him lower and held his head to her crotch. He lapped at her wildly and she closed her eyes and opened her legs wide. 

Catherine watched his face. She watched him making love to her pussy with his tongue, and when he got up again she opened her mouth for him. She tilted her head back and let him place the head of his cock on her tongue. And she watched his face as his warm semen gushed into her mouth.

After the postman had gone Catherine tore at her parcel to find a box of little stringy transparent bra’s in all different colors. I hope I got the size right this time, was written on the note and she had a bit of a giggle while trying one on.

She had a late breakfast and watched out the window for Dave. When she saw him she slipped upstairs and sorted through the boxes to find matching baby blue panties and bra. She wriggled into hot pants and stretched on a tank top that allowed just a hint of the frilly blue lace.

She wondered about Dave’s wife and decided to sneak through the back gates and into his garage. She did that and found the lower half of him protruding from beneath a car that he had jacked up. She cleared her throat. “Hello…”

He slid out and smiled up at her. “Hey… thought I was going to have to come looking for you.” He sat up and lowered the jack, wiping his hands on a rag.

Catherine’s legs weakened a little at the sight of his big greasy paws. She clasped her hands together, wringing them nervously, and she peered around at the bits of motors and car wheels. He stood up and his big frame sent a shiver through her body.

“What do you think?” he asked, waving a hand and presenting his Cobra.

The bonnet was up and Catherine peered around at the shiny engine with wires and stuff. She looked inside and felt him move behind her. She touched the door, feeling the smooth glossy finish and she leant in through the window to have a closer look. 

She could feel the heat from his body against her bottom and when she stood up his big hands closed over her breasts. “You want more cock don’t you,” he growled into her neck and his hands crushed her breasts as he ground against her.

“Ah ha… I want more…” Catherine admitted. “I want to feel your cock inside me…”

One of Dave’s hands went up her top and the other went down her pants. She moaned into his cheek as he groped her tits, raked her pussy, and ate into her neck all at the same time. “Yeah… so fuckin wet aren’t you… such a hot little slut wife…”

“I am… I am a slut wife,” Catherine moaned. “You can fuck me… Oh God… you can fuck me whenever you want to…”

Catherine was forced over the car. Her pants were ripped down her thighs and she was fucked with deep, powerful thrusts. They were slow and deliberate and each one of them thumped the air from her lungs. And when she felt the big man’s cock expand and begin to throb her orgasm ripped through her body.

She left Dave’s garage and went home to collect herself. She flopped on her bed and slept until mid-afternoon. She decided not to visit Karl, as it was quite late anyway and she wanted to save something for Len that night.

Saving herself for her husband was what Catherine had planned but he was running late and while she was cooking dinner Dave came in and virtually raped her. He walked right in the back door without even knocking, and while she still had her washing up gloves on, he forced her over the sink, pulled her dress up and her panties down, and fucked her.

“I don’t want my husband to see you,” Catherine uttered. He still had his cock in her. He was kissing the back of her neck and he was slowly rocking back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her. He was still quite firm and she was worried that he might want to cum again. “I’ll suck you off if you promise to go…”

“Sounds nice baby but I think I’ll save it for next time…”

“Next time? When?”

“Don’t know yet. But I’ll make sure your hubby’s not home if you’re worried about that.”

“Ok… but please go now. He will be home any minute.”

Catherine heard Len’s car pull in just as Dave left. She straightened her dress and fixed her panties. There was cum running down her thighs but she didn’t have time to clean herself up.

The next morning was Saturday but Len had to go into work for a few hours and Catherine was in the shower when Dave came in. He stripped off in her bathroom and got in with her. He went down on his knees and tongued her to one orgasm and then he lifted her and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders while he fucked her to a second orgasm, and then she felt his entire body shudder and she felt his sperm flooding into her womb. 

He left her in the shower, barely having spoken a word, and that evening Catherine was bringing in the washing when he jumped the fence and took her behind her garden shed. “Let me suck you this time,” she pleaded with him. Len had brought wine and candles and she wanted to be fresh for when they made love after dinner.

She got down on her knees and lifted her arms so Dave could take her top off. He had agreed to a blow job as long as she did it topless, and while she sucked on the head of his cock he reached down and fondled her tits.

Catherine couldn’t help the wetness between her legs. What he was doing with her nipples and the feel of him expanding in her mouth had her squirming, and when his thick spurts of semen were gushing into her mouth she almost reached orgasm herself.

On Sunday morning Karl stopped by to offer a farewell. He was to be spending the next two months traveling for business and for pleasure too. He stayed for a coffee, and after that Catherine agreed to walk him home. She went with him into his bedroom and let him fuck her one last time before he left. He had satin sheets and she liked being naked in his bed. She stayed for a few hours and he came in her twice, and again she went back to her husband with another man’s semen dripping down her thighs.

That afternoon Catherine was dozing on the couch when Dave woke her. Len was mowing the front lawn, so as long as she could hear the mower she thought it was safe. She submitted, hoping it would be quick at least. She had on a dress that he pulled up over her breasts and he kissed and sucked her body until she couldn’t help but claw at the cushion beneath. And then he crawled on top of her and used her, humping her with those powerful, measured thrusts and then jamming his cock in deep and pumping more sperm into her womb.

On Monday morning Catherine waited for him again. He strolled into her kitchen not long after Len had gone to work. He wanted a blow job first and she knelt down and lifted her arms so he could remove her top. 

He just stroked her hair softly that time but he came so hard, harder than the last time, and his cum completely flooded her mouth. She swallowed for him, and she kissed and sucked on his balls afterwards. And he ended up staying all day, and in the afternoon he produced a joint saying he wanted to see her giggling and silly like she said.

Catherine wasn’t used to smoking pot and half of a joint blew her away. She did turn all giggly and silly, and she also agreed to Dave inviting two of his friends over. They were two men Catherine had seen around. One was from two doors down and the other lived at the end of the street.

“But you will all have to go before Len gets home…” Catherine said to Dave. The effect of the pot was wearing off and she was clinging to Dave’s arm, hiding behind him as the other two men looked around her living room.

Dave led her upstairs and his two friends followed. Catherine didn’t have any panties on and she could feel their eyes. Dave led her into the spare bedroom she had just set up and he sat down on one of the single beds. One of the other men sat down too and the other one moved to Catherine and kissed her. He was a little bit older than Dave, maybe fifty or so. 

Catherine submitted to him. She lifted her arms so he could take her top off and she held his head while he sucked on her breasts. His hand was squeezing her thigh and then his fingers were opening her and searching for moisture. She closed her eyes and gave in to him completely.

“Are you going to fuck her or what?” Dave said and his voice sent a shudder through Catherine that weakened her legs. She opened her eyes and looked at Dave and his other friend. There were fingers sliding in and out of her and she still clung to the head of the man mauling her breasts. It wasn’t what the man was doing – it was the thought of being taken while the other men watched that tingled through her body as her skirt was being undone.

She was laid back on the other single bed and her legs were parted. The man only pushed his shorts down a bit and then she felt him inside of her. His body started jerking. His penis was only small and it was stabbing at her. His body then firmed and she felt the heat flooding her pussy.

He laid on her heavily, gasping for breath and grinding his crotch against hers. The other man had approached. He was younger, maybe mid-thirties. “Do you want more?” he said to her and she felt herself blush.

The first man rolled off and Catherine felt his cum seeping into her anus. She turned to meet Dave’s eyes as his other friend laid down on top of her. She watched his face as she was penetrated and fucked with deep, powerful thrusts. She closed her eyes as she felt the cock inside of her expand and throb, and the feel of sperm gushing into her body sent a wave of heat that centered in her belly and set off her orgasm. 

They stayed there in the spare room and chatted and smoked. Catherine didn’t have any more pot but she stayed in there with them. She stayed in the bed with the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts, and after a little while Dave got in with her and fucked her while his two friends watched. She clung to him as his massive frame shuddered, and she buried her face into his neck as his cock throbbed inside of her.

Catherine lay staring at the ceiling while the other two men fucked her again. She was numb. She was worried that Len would be arriving home soon and she just wanted them to finish quickly. 

They left her laying on the bed and told her they would be back for more the next day. 

****** 

Len packed his wife up and moved her back to the old neighborhood after less than a month in her new home. It could be rented out and sold at a later date, he reasoned, and Catherine agreed that it was not possible to go on the way they were.

In the old neighborhood they blended right back into the usual routines and as far as Len was concerned, all had been forgotten, although for the next few months he often found himself absently stroking over the memories of Catherine’s adventures. 

Winter set in and Len hardly gave it a thought anymore. It had been catalogued as a wild extramarital romp, a one off exploration of a strange and extraordinary lifestyle.

Driving to the coast for their summer vacation it occurred to him that it had been over three months since he had even mentioned it to Catherine. He wondered if she ever thought about old Karl or big Dave. He wondered if she regretted ever having had sex with them or whether she still thought about it and maybe even had a little play with herself over the memory of being with them.

“Sweetheart, do you ever think about old Karl these days?”

“Karl? Yes, sometimes… I wonder how he is… I’ve thought about writing him a letter.”

“No, I mean do you ever think about what you used to do at his house?”

Catherine took a moment to answer. “I don’t know Len… I thought we’d agreed to put that behind us.”

“Yeah I know. And we have – but sometimes I kinda miss how exciting it was.”

“Well I don’t want to do it again, if that’s what you’re thinking. I loved that house and we absolutely ruined it for ourselves.”

“Yeah I know. I guess it did get out of hand…”

“Out of hand! God Len, there were things I didn’t even tell you about. Out of hand… it was insane!”

“What things?”

“What?” 

Catherine looked like she was running out of patience but Len couldn’t help himself. “What didn’t you tell me about?” he went on doggedly.

“Well I didn’t tell you that one of your friends from work called in when you were away for that last weekend. And I didn’t tell you that he took me to his cabin by the lake where there were about five other men waiting in the loft. And I didn’t tell you how they got me drunk and had turns on me all weekend.”

“Which friend from work?”

“He’s not there anymore and it doesn’t matter anyway. I would have let anyone have me…”

“Was it Pete?”

“God Len! We’re just lucky I never fell pregnant.”

“Yeah, that true. But you’re on the pill now aren’t you?”

“No. I was on it but I went off it two months ago… I told you that.”

“Yeah that’s right – I forgot... But what if we found a guy and made him use a condom?”

“Len! I said no! God! I’m warning you – if you want anything at all this vacation - drop it!”

“Ok, I’ll drop it. But I just want to say that the only thing I regret is that I never actually saw you with another guy. I just wish I had that to remember…”

“Well you could have…” Catherine’s voice had softened.

“I know, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to and now I just wish I had.”

“But Len I really don’t want to do that again… I’m sorry if you have regrets but I just don’t want to risk everything again ok…”

It was getting late and after a long day of driving Len pulled into a hotel in a small fishing village. It was a quaint little town with cobblestone walkways between café’s and bars with outdoor eateries. 

The next morning they decided to have a rest day and visit some of the sights. There was a shipwreck off a reef and they planned to go snorkeling that afternoon, but for the morning they decided to drive around to a headland with an old lighthouse that had been set up as a maritime museum.

The drive was thirty miles and twenty miles in the car overheated. There was no cell phone service and after a few hours without a car passing both Len and Catherine were asleep.

Catherine woke to the sound of her husband’s voice thanking God that someone had come along. She looked out the window to see a man smiling down at her from the back of a horse… 

To be continued...