Sweet Catherine

(Part 3 from 3)

“After that he helped me down from the ladder and I remembered what you said and asked him if he’d like to massage my shoulders. I knew if he did he’d be able to see my breasts and I think he understood. He led me to his office chair and sat me down, then he stood behind me and started rubbing my shoulders nice and firm… And well, my blouse fell open and my boobs were completely on display. ‘They’re nice,’ he said, and I said ‘do you like them?’ or something silly like that – just so he’d know it was ok to look at me… And he was making them lift and fall, and making my nipples rub against my blouse. He did that for a while then he reached down and undid another button and moved my blouse away from my boobs completely. He took it from my shoulders and moved it down my arms so that I was sitting sort of topless. And then he went back to massaging but after another little while he started massaging my arms and then he started massaging my breasts.”

Len ejaculated all over his stomach. He turned to find his wife smiling at him. “Don’t stop,” he grinned. “I still don’t get why you had to have a shower…”

“Oh that… Well, you have to understand that after rubbing my pussy and then massaging my boobs, that I was in no state to be fussy about what he wanted next. I didn’t want to have sex with him but when he said he hadn’t laid next to a woman since his wife, and asked me to come over to the couch, I just followed like a loyal puppy. I said to him that I couldn’t have sex with him and he said he understood, but he laid down and held out his hand to me and I felt so sorry for him – he just needed a cuddle and I couldn’t resist laying down with him.”

“Did you have your top pulled back up?”

“No – I left it down. And when I laid next to him he opened his shirt and I let him feel my breasts against his body… He really liked that – he held me tight and sort of rolled on top of me, and then I could feel his erection between my legs. God it was huge! And he started moving against me and forcing my legs open. He told me that he couldn’t remember how it felt to be on top of a woman and he was getting really excited… It was sort of awkward because of his big belly squashing me and he was kind of humping me and I could feel his thingy rubbing against my pussy. It was really hard and he said ‘don’t worry I wont try to get it in you,’ or something like that, and he was pulling his pants down when he said it. And then I could feel it more directly but I couldn’t move because he was so heavy on top of me…”

“He actually got his cock out?” Len gasped.

“Yes, but I still had my panties on and he was just rubbing it against them. I could feel it catching and poking into me a bit, but he couldn’t get it in because of my panties. And I reached down to make sure he didn’t get it in me but when I did he got his thingy into my hand and started moaning and thrusting really fast… Honey I felt so sorry for him again and I just held it and pretty soon his hand was over mine and he pushed through and right in against my pussy and he came so hard… Oh it went everywhere! It was all over my panties and spraying against my legs, the he jerked back and it was gushing in my hand – it must have been ages since the last time he’d climaxed.”

“And that’s why you ran to the shower – so I didn’t see you like that… but I would have liked to see you covered in cum sweetheart…”

“Would you really?”

“Yeah – sure! That’d be so hot.”

“Well what if I told you that I didn’t rush straight home?”

“What – there’s more?”

“Well no – I did leave straight away, because he looked embarrassed and I thought it best to just leave him. But when I closed his front door I stayed there for a minute and… umm… cleaned myself up a bit you might say.”

“Cleaned yourself up, how?”

“By licking my fingers…” Catherine whispered, nuzzling into her husband’s neck. “By remembering what another man tastes like by licking his cum from my fingers…” 

“And did it taste good?” Len grinned.

“Ah ha… it tasted so good honey… it tasted so good knowing it wasn’t yours.”

“What – don’t you like the taste of mine?”

“Yes… but you know what I mean. It was extra nice because I was tasting a man’s cum and it wasn’t my husband’s.” 

“So did you lick it all up sweetheart?” Len teased as he slipped down to open his wife’s robe and nuzzle into her thighs. He spread them and ate into her. He ate her to an orgasm then fed her dinner and took her to bed and fucked her.

The next afternoon Len took a few beers over to his neighbor. The older man appeared nervous at first but Len had in mind to let him know that all was ok. He didn’t broach the subject of what had happened with Catherine directly, other than to comment on how attractive she was and how men tended to pay her plenty of attention, and he joked about enjoying that fact. Other than that the chat was about the neighborhood and things in general. Len left feeling that any tensions had been quelled and that old Karl would be likely to continue playing along with he and his wife’s games if he had an opportunity.

Catherine confronted her husband when he got home. “Why did you go over there? What did you say to him?”

“Calm down… I just went over to say hello and have a beer. I wanted to let him know that everything is fine.”

“Did you talk about me?”

“Err… yeah… a little. But not about you and him, just about how pretty you are.”

“Oh…”

“Look sweetheart – I think he would have been worried about what happened yesterday – about what I would have thought – and I wanted to make sure he knows I’m ok with him… you know – playing with you. I told him that I like guys chasing after you.”

“Oh – and do you?”

“I do now.”

Friday evening Len came home to find Catherine was out. He’d found the back of the house open so he imagined she hadn’t gone far. He wondered if she had gone to the local shop, or perhaps she was next door. He set up on the back deck with a beer and she soon arrived home and found him there. Her nipples were firm and poking at a little tank top and she had on a skirt that couldn’t have been any shorter. “Where have you been sweetheart?” he greeted her with a kiss.

“Next door,” she said, a little shyly. “I just went over to say hello, and you’re right – he was sort of nervous about what had happened… It’s ok now though – we had a chat and ended up having a laugh about it.”

“Just a chat and a laugh?” Len asked, grinning playfully and looking his wife over.

“And he had a look up my skirt I guess, but I didn’t have to climb any ladders today,” Catherine laughed. “He just had a look while I was picking flowers this time – he let me pick some for the dining room.”

“And he had a good look?” Len pressed, lifting his wife’s skirt to see what she was wearing. She had on blue lace panties – quite sheer.

“Yes he had a good look,” she answered softly, leaning into him. “He had to go out though – but he asked if I’d come over after dinner tonight. I said I didn’t know if you had plans for us and that I would if I could.”

“So, why does he want you to come over?”

“I don’t know… He said for a drink but I think he might try to touch me again if I go.”

“That would be ok wouldn’t it?” Len asked tentatively.

“Is that what you want?” Catherine returned softly.

“I’m getting a hard on thinking about it…”

“Are you…” Catherine uttered, but it wasn’t a question so much as a submission. 

After dinner Catherine disappeared to the bathroom to get ready. She was gone for over an hour and when she came out she smelled beautiful and looked sensational. Len looked her up and down appreciatively and she did a little pirouette to show off the little white dress she was wearing. It fanned out and revealed she had on her see-through pink panties, and it hugged her breasts and offered plenty of cleavage being cut in a deep v and only held to her shoulders with spaghetti strings. 

Catherine approached her husband and kissed him. She had spent most of the week in a daze and right then it was as if she was walking in a dream. She loved her husband but the prospect of going to the older man next door was more exciting than anything she could reason – and not that he was an attractive man, because he really wasn’t – it was just the fact that he was a virtual stranger, and someone other than her husband. It was the fact that what she was doing was so deliciously naughty.

She left her husband at the front door and didn’t remember walking to the front door of Karl Logan. It was as if she floated and she was suddenly there, and he opened the door smiling broadly and fussing over how she looked. He invited her in and led her to the living room where he sat her down on the couch and gave her wine. He sat on the other end of the couch and Catherine turned to face him, tucking her knees up, and his eyes immediately lowered to her legs.

Catherine smiled to herself. Her heart was already fluttering, and she shifted a little more, allowing one leg to slip back and her thighs to part. Karl glanced up at her. “That’s better,” he said.

“Do you like them?” Catherine asked softly.

“They’re very pretty… and I like how see-through they are – just like the white ones the other night.”

“I meant what I said about what happened the other night,” Catherine went on. “You really didn’t need to feel bad about it.”

“Afterwards I thought I’d gone a bit too far… with you being a married woman and all.”

“I liked how far you went…”

“Was it far enough?” Karl asked, grinning suddenly.

Catherine blushed. “Yes… that was far enough.”

“You were thirsty,” Karl chuckled, indicating the wine glass Catherine had already finished. He took it and went and refilled it. “Come and I’ll show you my wine cellar – you might see something you’d like to try.”

Catherine was led down to the basement where there was a small room with three walls full of bottles of wine. She listened attentively while Karl told a few stories about where he picked up various bottles. She was more drawn by how close he was standing though, and by the way he was brushing against her. Her skin was tingling and her nipples had firmed. She had finished her second glass of wine and her head felt light. She agreed to the bottle of wine he suggested and he led her back to the living room and poured her glass again.

Catherine slipped from the couch as soon as she sat down and she crawled over to the stereo to put some music on. She was flicking through the radio stations and watching Karl’s reflection in the tv screen. She saw that he was leaning in behind and looking up her dress. She found some suitable music but she remained there on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder at him. He was just staring at her and she waited a moment before speaking, “do you like me like this?”

“How long have you been married?”

“Married… why?”

“Because I like the fact that you’re someone’s wife – and that I’m allowed to look at you.”

Karl leant right over behind Catherine. She rolled her hips, displaying herself for him. “Can you see through them?” she asked.

“I can see your cunt,” the older man said and Catherine moaned softly. “When was the last time you were fucked?”

“Mmm… it was, umm… last night.”

“And did he cum in you?”

“Ah ha…” Catherine felt all of her body flush at the sudden crudeness of his words.


“Yeah, your lips look sort of puffy and red... Just lift your dress up a bit higher for me love.”

Catherine reached back and pulled her dress up. He was down on his knees behind her and she could see his erection lifting the front of his track pants. He edged closer and laid over her back, forcing it against her butt. She braced against his weight and he started dry humping her, probing his bulge between her ass cheeks. She rolled her hips a little, allowing the solid mass to grind into her pussy, then his hands snaked under her legs and spread her thighs. He held her like that and she ground herself back against his cock, rolling her hips and splitting her pussy open over it. The orgasm that quickly built and ripped through her body made her head tingle and her legs go numb.

“Cum for me…” the older man crooned, picking her up and crushing her to his chest.

Catherine instinctively sought her pussy. She cupped it, mashing her fingers in and massaging the throbbing shaft of Karl’s cock. The head was wedged in her pussy and had forced the fabric of her panties in as well. The front of his track pants were wet. “Did you cum too?” she asked softly.

“No – I’ve probably leaked a bit of pre-cum but I didn’t shoot my load this time.”

“Do you want me to suck you?” Catherine breathed. He was biting her neck.

“Is that allowed?”

“Ah ha… I think so…”

His hand had closed over hers and he moved her hand up and down his shaft while eating into her neck. He leant her over and laid her on her side and, still pressed behind her, he stretched his pants down and freed his cock. Catherine took the bare shaft in her hand and held it against her pussy while he again bit into her neck. He was thrusting slowly and the head of his cock was poking into her with each thrust. He moved to her ear, “just let me feel you,” he whispered and he stretched her panties aside and penetrated her.

“No… we can’t do that,” Catherine cried and she wriggled and pushed away from him. “I’m not on the pill and my husband…” She was trying to hold him back but he got the head of his cock in and thrust forward again. He was crushing her to his body and he forced his cock in deep and held still.

“I won’t cum,” he breathed into her ear. “Just let me feel you like this for a minute… I just want to remember how it feels to be in inside a woman.”

Catherine stopped struggling. She could feel him flexing a little but he wasn’t trying to move within her. “You can’t have me like this.”

“No, I just want to be inside you – I won’t try to fuck you…”

“And you won’t cum in me?” Catherine uttered. She could feel her own orgasm building again and with his fingers then pressing against her clit she relaxed her leg and gave him more room.

“Don’t worry – I won’t cum,” he whispered and he started rubbing her more forcefully. “Yes such a hot little slut wife,” he breathed and Catherine ground herself back against him. “No moving now… just keep nice and still for me.”

“God you’re so big…”

“I’m not even all the way up you love.”

“Ah ha… I don’t think I could… Oh god…”

“Yes – that’s it… such a tight little cunt. Oh fuck that is so hot.”

Catherine’s orgasm pulsed through her body and right then she would have let him fuck her but he remained still. “Do you want me to suck you off now?” she uttered, nuzzling back into his neck.

“I’d like that later but for now I want to take a photo.”

Karl pulled his cock out and, kicking off his track pants, he started rummaging in a draw beneath the coffee table. Catherine watched him – she watched his cock sway from side to side. It was incredibly long and it was roped in thick veins, with the head purple and fully engorged. He produced a camera and stood aiming it down at her.

“How do you want me?” she teased. She was laying on her back with her dress around her hips and her knees bent up but pressed together. 

Karl snapped a few shots then paused to look her over. “Spread your legs a bit so the guys can have a look too?”

“What guys?”

“Just some of the other men in the street…”

He was snapping more shots and Catherine took a breath and opened her legs a little. Her panties were still bunched and she could feel the air against her wet pussy lips. He reached down and, while he continued snapping photos, he pealed her panties aside and pressed against the inside of her thigh.

Catherine opened her legs wider and the older man grinned and gave her a wink. He got down low and took a few shots and then stood and backed away again. “Up on your knees and show me your titties now love…”

He helped her up and she lifted her dress and held it above her breasts. “You won’t put these on-line will you?”

“No love – of course not. They’re just for your other neighbors. I’ll pick out the best shots and show them around a bit is all.”

“Which other neighbors – how will I know who’s seen them?”

“Well all the guys around here are buddies of mine. They’re all talking about you already.”

“They are – what are they saying about me?”

“Plenty love… Just stand up for me now… That’s it – let your dress fall but take it off a shoulder and uncover one tit.”

Catherine did as instructed and Karl walked around her, snapping shots from various angles. She watched his cock sway and lever up and down. “God that’s big,” she giggled. “I can’t believe how long it is.”

“Another wine?” Karl asked, putting his camera away and pouring two glasses. He then sat on the couch and watched Catherine fixing her dress. “Take your panties off for me?” he asked her.

“What – now?” Catherine felt herself blush.

“I want you to leave them so I can show the guys…”

Catherine pealed them down and stepped out of them, suddenly feeling more naked than before. She handed them to the older man but he claimed her hand as well. “Come sit on my lap while you drink your wine,” he said, smiling up at her and holding his cock upright.

He guided her back. “I don’t know if I can…” Catherine uttered, and she supported herself on his shoulder while he worked the head of his cock into her. “I’m a little bit dry.”

“It’s ok love – just relax.”

He wet his fingers and rubbed them into her folds, pealing her open and working his length in. Catherine had never felt so full. She felt pressure deeper than ever before and she felt slight pain, as if the head of his cock was being forced through her cervix. “Nearly there love,” he said to her and she met his smile. “I’m just going to fuck you a little bit to get it all the way in ok?”

Catherine nodded and braced herself. He started thrusting slowly beneath her. She could feel him drawing back and then she could feel the head of his cock again pressing against her cervix. He was lifting her and then lowering her down onto himself, while he would thrust upward, and finally she felt his thighs against her bottom and it felt like the head of his cock was then wedged in her cervix 

“Careful you don’t move around too much ok…”

“Ok,” Catherine uttered, relaxing against his chest and accepting the glass of wine. She could feel him flexing as they chatted and drank. She was careful not to move too much but she couldn’t help the orgasm that was slowly building again.

“You’re getting nice and wet now love. Maybe you could reach over and get the bottle – we’ll finish it off…”

The wine bottle was on the coffee table and Catherine had to lean to her side to reach it. She felt the head of Karl’s cock dislodge from her cervix but as she sat up again she felt the pressure deep within and then he thrust slowly beneath her and it slipped back into her womb. She settled and opened her eyes to meet the smile of the older man. “I can’t believe how long it is… have you ever measured it?”

“My wife has. It depended on how hard I was though. Right now it would be about as long as it gets – a little under thirteen inches.”

“It feels like it’s poking in my belly…”

“Does it hurt love?”

“No… it did at first but it’s ok now.”

Catherine had poured the last of the wine and she leant over to place the empty bottle on the floor. Again the head of Karl’s cock seemed to dislodge and that time he adjusted the way he was sitting so that he was more directly beneath her. She sat back up and the head of his cock opened her and slipped through a little further than before.

Catherine winced as the pain throbbed and melded with the warm tingling sensation that was crawling all over her body. She relaxed but waited with eyes closed as she felt him flex inside of her.

“That’s deeper now,” he said, smoothing her hair.

“I know – I can feel it.”

“Do you want to cum again?” he asked softly. “I can feel you crushing me and you’re so fucking wet now…”

“I think I need to – I’ve never felt it this deep before…”

“Jut rock a little bit – see if you can do it without spilling your wine,” Karl chuckled, and Catherine felt herself blushing but she couldn’t resist squirming on the massive shaft she was impaled upon. He’d taken her glass and she held to the back of the couch with one hand and to his knee with the other, and she rocked back and forth teasing the pain in her depths and sending bolts of pleasure through her body. They seemed to condense and build in her belly and suddenly there was an explosion that ripped through her. It was like one of her most intense orgasms but it was centered deeper.

The tremors pulsed through her body and gradually lessened until she was spent and clinging to the older man’s shoulders. She held to him warmly but his body seemed tense and suddenly she felt his cock expand and throb. She felt the first gush of cum distinctly, and then there was another and another, and then there was a steady rhythm of milder pulses as the head of his cock seemed to recede and his shaft gradually softened.

“Sorry – I couldn’t help it…” he said sincerely.

“It’s ok. I think I should be safe at the moment…”

Karl expelled a pent up breath and took a gulp of wine. He gave Catherine her glass and she too had a big sip and then finished hers. She leant over to put the glass on the coffee table and he held her hips and guided her back without his cock slipping out. He then pealed her dress from her shoulders and started sucking on her nipples. She stroked his hair. She could feel his cock firming again and she found herself rocking back and forth. It firmed and lengthened and when the head slipped through her barrier he started working her clit with his fingers and soon had her convulsing in orgasm.

“I want you to cum on my face,” she uttered as he pounded up into her. “I want you to send me home to my husband with cum all over my face…”

*******
Len saw the light from the front door of Karl’s house and he strode back inside to wait for his wife. He sat wringing his hands until he heard her footsteps. He heard the front door open and close but she didn’t appear right away. He waited another moment then strode back to the foyer to find her leaning against the door. She was sucking her fingers and grinning at him. There was creamy goo all over her face and a thick string of the stuff was dangling from her chin. She was clutching her dress at her waist with her tits bare. He watched her scoop a glob of the goo from her left tit and suck her fingers into her mouth. “His cum tastes nice…” she said, blushing, and then she reached down and felt up under the front of her dress. She rubbed into her pussy. Her eyes had closed and Len watched her.

She smiled, as if to herself, and her eyes opened again. “I’ve been very naughty…”

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