28 comments/ 94246 views/ 21 favorites And He Watched Us By: Catmoore A diversion away from the Perspectives series. Again this is an 'is it true or a fantasy' story. Read it, make your mind up and let me know. Cat was laying on her front. She was naked and her legs were wide open. Her husband was on top of her his cock was buried deep in her cunt. He was fucking her. He had been fucking her for some time. That was something they both enjoyed, long languid fucks that sometimes lasted an hour or more. During that time she would cum several times, but he would climax just the once. Richard was a strictly once a night man, but he did last a very long time indeed. He pushed hard, positioning his cock as far into his wife as he could and then held it there, rigid and still. As he did that he reached round her curvy body and with his right hand found one of her full, luscious tits; he squeezed that and pinched her erect nipple. The other hand slid down the front of her body to find her clit. He found it quite easily, but then he should know where it was, he'd been using it for nearly twenty five years. She lifted up a little, grunted and jerked her torso putting a lovely pressure on his cock. **** They had married quite young, with both of them having little experience other than with each other. Cat, short for Catherine, was sure that was wrong and felt that was a key reason as to the difficulties they'd had throughout their marriage. They had both had affairs and a few flings with Richard often getting lucky on his business travels. Whilst, as with many people, professing not to like one night stands, when a tasty woman was offering it to him in a hotel in New York, LA, Paris or Frankfurt, he quickly overcame his 'dislike' of them. Richard is a hugely successful corporate lawyer with one of the world's leading law firms; he travels a great deal and works horrendous hours. Cat wasn't promiscuous. In fact she had only had sex with eight men in her entire life; three prior to being married, Richard, two affairs and two brief flings . In nearly thirty years of sexual activity she didn't think that was too bad, one man every three and three quarter years! Although neither had told the other the details of their 'wanderings' they both knew that the other had strayed; in that typically English way they sensibly 'brushed it under the carpet,' ignored it and got on with their lives. **** "I want to see you being fucked," he grunted, returning to a theme they had discussed several times during and just after sex. "Why?" She always asked. "I want to see how you react to having it with another guy." "I don't want another guy." "But you've had some haven't you?" He asked becoming exited and thrusting himself in and out of her. "Oh God that's so good," she groaned slightly lifting her stomach from the bed, knowing that would divert him from asking about other men. She felt him grab her hips and arch his back, lifting his chest from her. That gave him more leverage and he was able to push harder into her. She pulled her knees up a little and raised her bum. He surged in and out of her several times making her grunt and moan with the lovely feelings it gave her. "Wouldn't you like this from another bloke. Another bloke fucking you, another bloke's cock up your hot, wet cunt?" **** Cat usually managed to avoid fully answering Richard's questions. It wasn't that they annoyed or revolted her, for they actually intrigued and, in some ways, excited her. It was that she didn't want to confront the situation with him in the cold light of post orgasmic sex. She didn't want to discuss it, didn't want to find out more or hear precisely what he meant. She didn't want to address the idea herself for, deep down she knew that if 'push came to shove' her answer would be yes. The idea of being fucked as Richard watched, turned her on. Sitting in the conservatory of their large detached house just outside St Albans fifteen miles or so to the north of London, Cat had been working. Although financially they had no need of her income, she enjoyed the part time work she did for a publishing house editing books and articles and usually did her reading and editing in the conservatory overlooking the landscaped gardens of their home. It was peaceful and conducive to the concentration she needed to edit author's work. She had been to the gym earlier and having forgotten an urgent editing job she didn't change when she got home, but settled down and read the poorly written historical novel. When reading such drivel, her mind often wandered. At times, she amazed herself when she suddenly realised she was supposed to be reading a book, but was actually miles away thinking of something entirely divorced from the project in hand. Today was no exception. The only difference being that what was in hand was not the project, but her rounded breast. The full boob, which she had eased out of the black sports bra she wore under the white singlet. It wasn't the extremes of Regency Britain that was going through her mind, it was the thought of being fucked by another man, albeit a faceless one, as Richard looked on. It was not the problems confronting the hero of the novel, which filled her mind, but having a stranger's cock up her cunt. It was not completing the editing that concerned her, for the manuscript had fallen to the floor as she fell back in the large armchair, it was completing her masturbation that was her objective. All thoughts of some fucking hero of the novel called Lord Chormley were pushed to one side in just the same way that her singlet was so that she had full access to both her breasts, which she had yanked out from the big, tight sports bra. Her hands no longer held the manuscript, her fingers no longer turned the pages. Instead her hands slid her tight, black lycra cropped trousers down her thighs and her fingers found the folds of her wet, ready and so demanding cunt. It didn't take her long to make herself cum; it rarely seemed to these days. **** Richard knew that he was going through a mid life crises. But then he had been doing that for years as had most of his legal colleagues. They lived crazy lives. Twelve hour days were the norm, fourteen were quite common and from sixteen to twenty relatively frequent. Handling international mergers and acquisitions demanded that level of commitment. It also demanded lots of travel, so Richard spent almost as much time in the States as he did in the UK. It was not uncommon for him to fly to New York on a Sunday, come back overnight on the Monday, work in London on the Tuesday and Wednesday and then go back to America for the Thursday and Friday returning home over night Friday. Whilst on the surface he was very conventional, scratch through it and Richard's 'other' self emerged. Sexually, he was up for most anything and his Platinum Amex and extraordinarily generous expense account paid from a subsidiary practice in the Cayman Islands, enabled him to have most of what he wanted. Obviously when entertaining high rolling, upscale clients he had to participate so he had the chance to experience most things. Orgies with several girls and blokes, threesomes, both mmf and ffm and the usual services supplied by upmarket hostessing agencies all came his way. He had the occasional one night stand and had some years ago had a couple of affairs, but really had no time for that nowadays. In his way, he still loved his wife. But it was not the exclusive love that really good marriages are supposed to be about, he just could not intellectually, emotionally or physically come to terms with the concept or reality of monogamy. He thought, in her way, that Cat understood that, though they never really discussed it. He was also pretty sure that she'd had flings and maybe affairs. That didn't bother him, he believed in the goose and gander principle. In fact it excited him to think of her with someone else. In even more fact he had for some time had this yearning to see her with another guy, or woman come to that. Why? He hadn't the foggiest idea, but as his hand moved faster on his hardened cock as he stood in the loo in the first class cabin of the BA flight from New York to London, he could see Cat being fucked by another guy as he looked on. **** "So will you think about it?" Richard asked Cat as she lay in his arms in the large bed on the thirtieth floor of the Pierre Hotel in New York. "Oh Richard it's silly." "It's not silly Cat. It's a fantasy. Yes it might be unusual and it might be something that your friends at the tennis club wouldn't like, but I bet your many fancy friends in the publishing would like the idea. Cat knew he was right. Many couples she knew and even more she had heard about needed little diversions as the tedium of fucking the same person for twenty years or so hit home. Affairs, swinging, orgies, threesomes, both two females and a man and two men and a girl, photographing one another, exhibitionism even trying S & M and other slightly deviant practices had all been mentioned one way or the other. And several times she had heard of girls whose husbands' had asked for precisely what Richard was proposing. It had taken her a long time to come to terms with the fact that deep down she was game for it. She'd had other men and, occasionally when Richard was away, she was tempted to add to her list, but she knew it would all be just too complicated. The lying, the excuses, the making sure his aftershave hadn't lingered on her, the meeting him, whoever 'him' was, in places where they wouldn't meet anyone she might know. And all the other considerations of an affair, which were bad enough with a single guy, but got multiplied many times if he was married. So she didn't take up the opportunities offered to her at the gym, the tennis club, through work and, mostly, from Richard's work colleagues. But she did want other men. No, that wasn't quite true, other men was all too messy. It was the difference she wanted. It was something different to Richard she wanted to revisit; the alternate ways of doing things, the different feels on her hands and body and inside her. That's what she was after, she thought and her husband's proposal could enable her to do that without all the lying, cheating, guilt trips and sheer messiness that the other option, an affair would necessitate. But she didn't want to appear too eager. She didn't want Richard holding that over her in years to come, maybe when one of his exceedingly clever and even more ruthless legal colleagues was negotiating their divorce. So she had held out. Richard had taken it to be sexual naivety on her part and that was how she wanted him to feel. She thought that was rather clever of her. "Would it really, really please you if I did?" Cat asked starting to lick her way down her husband's body. **** They had reached an agreement far easier than either would have thought possible. But then letting your husband cum in your mouth and a bloody great diamond from Van Cleefe, tends to 'oil the wheels' of negotiations. Back in the UK, Richard was now confronted with the problem of finding a guy for the job. On the face of it, maybe not too difficult, but for a lawyer who was paranoid about his reputation, it was quite a challenge. He considered using the Internet to find a 'male escort' and indeed checked out a few sites. There was always that nagging worry, though, that somehow, maybe by his credit card, which they all insisted upon, he would be blackmailed. At the very least he knew he would be continually bombarded with porn spam. He thought about asking a colleague from work; after all they all needed the same level of discretion as he. There were several he knew who really fancied Cat including one he suspected who may have got further with her than just fancying. He decided against it, though, on the basis that whoever he chose may one day end up working for him and that would give them leverage on him or, even worse, might become his boss. He thought about guys at the golf club, many of whom he'd known for over twenty five years, but that was a little too close to home. The solution, in the end, was fortuitous and presented itself to him. **** Cat was so nervous. She now really regretted having agreed to this crazy idea. But there was no way out, no way at all. Richard set it up for a Friday, the one day he sometimes didn't work until ten o' clock. They would meet in the bar of an anonymous hotel, the Sheraton, at Heathrow. A couple of drinks, then dinner in the suite, he'd said. "Do they have suites at that sort of hotel?" Cat had asked. "Of course, don't be so snobbish." "How long will we stay?" "I don't know Cat, let's say until we are finished shall we? They arrived at the hotel a good hour or so before the other guy was due to turn up. Several times on the drive round the, as always busy and as always with roadworks, M25 and then down the M4, Cat almost backed out and nearly asked Richard to turn round. But for one thing she was pretty sure she would have done just that. **** They were in bed. They had just had sex, a pretty straightforward coupling after a brief but interesting foreplay, Cat loved her nipples being sucked, quite hard too. "Want to know more about the guy," he told her stroking her breast. It didn't register at first. "The guy?" "Yes Cat, your new lover." The penny dropped and her heart started to pound, but she could think of nothing to say other than. "Oh really." Once Richard had got her agreement in New York a few weeks ago, he had kept the pressure on, in more ways than one. Not only did he keep telling how wonderful it was going to be for both of them and kept her up to date with his views on where to find him, but he also shagged her more often. That was nice and different come to that. He told her how it was completely safe for no one at the place where the guy worked knew who he was or, more importantly who she was. Oddly, Richard had thought, and now Cat did as well, since agreeing to his plan, she hadn't once made any stipulations on looks or other details about her potential lover. She just hadn't been able to think about that for it was in a completely isolated compartment of her life, the door to which she would open when with him and then close when he had gone. Now though seemed the time to ask. "What's he like?" "Great sense of humour, very polite, diplomatic and considerate and I'm sure enormously discrete." "That's all good," Cat mumbled not really that concerned about such things. "And looks." "About six two, probably one seventy pounds, dark blonde hair, quite a looker." "I see" Cat said as she held the back of Richard's head while he sucked her nipple slurpily deep into his mouth. As he let her full, dark pink, horrendously swollen nipple slip from his mouth, he muttered the one thing that finally hooked her; the one thing that stopped her asking him to turn the car round on the way to Heathrow, yes the one thing that so excited her. "Oh by the way, he's just eighteen, is that ok?" 'Ok? Ok? Is it fucking ok?' She thought as she lay beside her snoring husband later that night. 'How the hell could he know? I've never mentioned it I'm sure.' How the hell then could he know that it was a major fantasy of hers to have sex with a real toyboy, a youngster, a teenager. At the tennis club her body sometimes ached when she saw the younger guys in their brief shorts and tees. How she had resisted a number of advances from them she just didn't know. "So where did you find him?" She asked the next night when almost uniquely for the past few years they had sex again. "He's a junior coach at that driving range I sometimes use. You saw him when you came with me a few weeks ago." "Oh I remember," Cat said quietly her pulse racing a bit at the memory of the coach and at the vision of being in bed with him. "So how did you get to ask him?" Richard went on to explain that it came completely out of the blue. He'd been hitting a few balls and they passed each other by the ball machine. They got chatting and as Richard put it "I asked if he would give you some lessons, I've heard good things about him." He went to explain that he'd told Grant that he had seen you and Grant had replied that he remembered. Richard had said that he must have a good memory and Grant had said that he had for pretty ladies. They had both laughed. Richard told her that he then went shit or bust and asked Grant right out whether he would like to sleep with my wife. At first he thought Richard was joking, but after some reassurance he realised he wasn't. "And that my dear is how I found the man I am going to watch fuck you," he said, again taking her bloated nipple into his mouth as he slipped three fingers up her wet and ready pussy. Her husband's finger stimulated orgasm was accompanied by Cat imagining being in the arms of a naked young guy with his hard, so hard, so much harder than Richard's cock embedded deep in her cunt. **** Cat had thought carefully about what to wear. Her mind had roamed over a tight dress, trousers and low cut top and jeans and a crisp white shirt. She'd thought of flashing a lot of her breasts about which she was justifiably proud or wearing something which accentuated the deep cleavage her D cup boobs so easily created in the right garment. She'd discounted her early ideas and had settled for a darkish blue, cashmere sweater, which had two buttons at the high neck, a small collar and short sleeves. It was tight enough to indicate the swells of the goodies inside, but not so much that they were overly emphasised. 'Time for that when we take it off' she had thought smiling to herself as she stood before the mirror in just her bra and that sweater; Cat always put her clothes on in the wrong order. For some inexplicable reason she put a string of pearls round her neck, well they were coming back into fashion, she thought as she did the clip up. She accompanied the sweater with a, tight, black almost, but not quite, pencil skirt. That fitted tightly round her bum and, she noticed showed no VPL at all. Nice. Slipping into a pair of black, court high heels she was ready. She made one final twirl in front of the mirror noticing with a wry smile that whilst her panties, well her thong, made no unsightly marks under the skirt, the lacy top hold ups she had bought on impulse today whilst shopping at Waitrose, made little ridges under the thin material of her skirt. She checked to make sure the seams were straight and made a mental not to recheck them before meeting Grant. If Cat could have written the script for such an elicit shag as this or if she could have cast the young man she was to go with, she would have described Grant. He was lovely to look at and, whilst not the most interesting conversationalist in the world, but then what teenagers are, he had nice manners, was genuinely friendly and had a caring and sensitive manner. Cat began to warm to the evening ahead. The drinks went well, although Richard made most of the conversation and controlled the discussion with his usual lawyerly tact and guile. What they were they for and presumably what each of them were most concerned about, Grant and Cat having sex, was not mentioned not even in the most oblique of ways. "I arranged for dinner in the suite," Richard said dead on seven, the time they had agreed. "A suite, I have never been in one," Grant said, clearly impressed. "Well if you make it on the tour one day, you'll get used to it," Richard said nodding to the barman to put the drinks on the room bill and slipping him a fiver as he put his hands on both Grant's and Cat's waist. "Shall we go then?" Although Richard was used to negotiating massive deals involving hundreds of millions of pounds, he couldn't recall being as nervous as he was riding up in the elevator with just the other two. He couldn't help musing how elevators are such conversation killers, when none of them said a word as they silently slid up to the fifth floor. And He Watched Us Cat was equally nervous. 'There was no way out now was there?' She was thinking as Richard opened the door to the suite and ushered her, then Grant into the surprisingly well appointed suite. She guessed they would soon have dinner, but that was the only part of the proceedings that had been agreed. Her nerves got worse when she wondered how they would start, whether Grant, or maybe Richard, would undress her, or whether Richard would try to persuade her to do striptease as had done on several' occasions in the past? She even wondered if the 'etiquette' for such an experience was topless or even naked dining; she had heard from some friends who were into swinging that in their circle it was. As the waiter handed them menus and gave them each a glass of champagne while they stood on the balcony looking out over the busiest international airport in the world, inwardly Cat was imploring Richard to change his mine and let her off the hook. She knew, though that was absolutely no bloody chance of that especially when she heard him saying. "We're both so pleased you could join us this evening Grant." "Just pleased to be here," the 'boy' as Cat was beginning to think of him, replied. Richard lifted his glass. "Well here's to a wonderful evening for us all." Cat saw Grant automatically lift his glass to toast the evening and, somewhat reluctantly she did the same. Dinner was a stilted affair, even though the food was surprisingly good. It was as if all three realised the scale of what lie just ahead. Richard called room service to remove the dinner things and bring some and water, together with a bottle of single malt, Glenmorangie Scotch, a tipple that both she and Richard appreciated from time to time. The bar set up, the dinner things removed, the lights from the busy A4 being the only illumination in the sitting room of the suite and the sight of Heathrow's lights and the aircraft taking off and landing being their vista, they sat there waiting. Several times as they again made idle chit chat, Cat wanted to leave the room and forget the whole crazy idea. She stared at her husband silently imploring him to stop this, but he looked away. Richard was comfortable and relaxed in pretty much all circumstances. He was nearly always the controller and the director of meetings, the persuader and influencer. Yet here with an eighteen year old golf pro and his wife, he didn't know what to do. He refilled their glasses, talked about golf and the airport and just generally let the situation meander. Again fate intervened as it often did for Richard. "That was a wonderful dinner, Richard, I really enjoyed thank you," Grant said glancing from Cat to her husband and back again. "You're most welcome Grant," Richard replied neutrally. Neither Cat nor Richard could hardly believe that they then heard Grant simply say. "What now then?" As he looked from Cat to Richard. And that solved the dilemma. "Well I guess Grant you should start by sitting next to Cat, yes Cat?" Cat's heart really did start to pound then. She stammered, "Yes I suppose so." After the dinner, she had sat on and overstuffed six-seater sofa while the two guys had slumped into matching chairs either end of the sofa; the chairs and sofa being arranged round a smoked glass and gun metal grey metal coffee table in the middle of which was a beautiful display of fresh, gorgeous smelling lilies. Grant got up and sat next to Cat, close to her. She was sitting in the middle of the end cushion, the one closer to where her husband was seated. Grant sat on the next cushion. They both turned towards the other. He smiled, Cat thought that was nice. He raised his eyebrows and said. "Ok Cat?" "Yes," she replied looking from Grant to Richard and back to the 'boy' again. He moved closer, his eyes were locked on hers that nice considerate smile continuously on his face. He leaned forward placing his right hand on Cat's left shoulder. He applied a little pressure. She went with it and slowly their faces closed the gap between them. **** Watching his wife being kissed by the teenager ranked with the most erotic sights Richard had ever seen, and on his world travels he had seen many. He had no idea why it was or why he had this big thing about seeing Cat with another man. But then Richard was a complicated man in all ways including sex. His background of an English public school, then Oxford, into law school then a major global legal firm, with rugby and cricket at early stages and then golf later as his sports was very much a male dominated situation. He had dabbled in most 'diversions' as he preferred to call such experiences as humiliation, domination, S & M, orgies, threesomes and the like. He didn't see himself as being bisexual, just sexual, but he had also enjoyed a number of mild gay experiences, mutual masturbation at gay saunas, being sucked and sucking and, of course, being massaged to a climax by another man. This desire to see Cat with another guy had been building up for several years. At the same time he had also started fantasising about seeing her with another woman and had resolved that if this worked with Grant then that would be his next objective. He had no idea, however, how he would go about finding another woman and doubted he could be so lucky as he had been with Grant. How he had suppressed his excitement between finalising the arrangements with Grant and now, Richard had no idea, but the very day he did finalise things he rang Cat to say he would be home early, something that just never happened. "I've got great news and I want to tell you right away," he said quietly into his mobile phone from his office in the Barbican. "What is it?" Cat asked. "I'm coming home now so please wait." "That's not fair," she replied having no real idea what it could be. "Maybe not but it will be fair when I get there, so put on something really sexy." "We going out then?" Cat asked becoming even more confused. "Oh no very much staying in so when I say put something on, I don't mean very much." That was how he broke the news to his wife an hour or so later when he fucked her in the hallway of their house with her bent forward over a table her black thong pushed to one side and her tits pulled out from the tight cupped black bra he had bought her from AP some time ago. Cat didn't see her husband for a few days after the announcement. He had a trip round the firm's European offices that took from a Sunday afternoon until the following Thursday. They did speak on the phone every day and he continually referred to how good it was going to be with Grant and how he just knew they would both enjoy it. They even, for the first time in probably ten years, had phone sex. "It's just what our marriage needs at this time," he had pronounced in a very lawyer fashion. Cat wasn't convinced of that. She wasn't at all sure that their marriage needed it, but she was pretty sure she wanted it. Wanted what, she asked herself frequently whilst Richard was away? Certainly another man, again the difference thing surfaced, she wanted something new. That urge, however, she was pretty sure she could contain. What was becoming more difficult and wasn't helped by seeing such films as Notes on a Scandal and The Reader, reading about women with younger guys and having a tennis friend whisper that she was shagging Andre, the sexiest young tennis coach at the club, was her desire to have a younger man. Was that a typical thing? Did all or most women go through such a phase? Was it simply natural or was she in a minority? She had no idea, but several times that week when she was alone at home she found herself imagining being with a younger man, not necessarily Grant, with the inevitable consequences, a heavy masturbation session. Each time they were the same, it was just the locations of where she masturbated that were different, the conservatory, on the carpet in the lounge, on their bed or on one of the loungers by the pool. Cat knew she had a tendency to be obsessive. When she started something such as learning to play golf or collecting things such as eighteenth century English porcelain, she really went for it heart and soul. As she pushed her boobs back into her bra, pulled her thong up and smoothed her skirt back into place after a particularly strong vibrator induced orgasm in her conservatory, she shuddered at the thought that she might become obsessive about fucking young men. She also shuddered, well shivered with guilt and apprehension actually, at the other dark thoughts going through her mind as she had sex with herself, for not all the lithe, firm bodies were faceless. One she saw very clearly indeed. **** Grant was gentle, surprisingly adept at kissing and unlike many men he was patient, amazingly so for a teenager. His lips firstly softly touched Cat's almost enquiringly after their faces had completely closed the gap between them, Cat turning hers to one side just as their mouths met. She let his lips brush against hers for a short time before feeling them fully engulf her lips. They kissed, closed mouthed like that for a few moments as, like any new lovers, they got used to each other. Cat couldn't help glancing towards Richard several times. She was intrigued, albeit a little disappointed, at how aroused and interested he looked. But she had felt that almost continuously since he had first put to her the idea of letting him watch her with another man. Try as she might she just couldn't comprehend the reasoning behind why a husband would want to watch his wife having sex with another man, especially a much younger one, especially, she had thought many times since Richard had told her about Grant, a man young enough to have been their son. She felt his tongue touching her lips, probing and again enquiring. 'God they do get good young these days' she thought opening her mouth, effectively accepting his enquiry. His tongue snaked inside at the same time as he started to ease her backwards into the corner of the sofa. She was lying almost flat. Grant was half on top and half to one side of her, his chest was squashing her left boob, his stomach and crotch were pressed against the outside of her left, upper thigh and her hip. Her feet were still on the floor and her legs were bent at the knees, her skirt, being knee-length, she thought was pretty much still in place. She suddenly realised that her arms had gone round Grant's neck and she was pulling his face towards hers. It hit her that she had done that without even thinking about it. She felt guilty. She glanced across at her husband. He was leaning forward his eyes focused on them, he had a slight smile on his face, he seemed to be transfixed; he was certainly enjoying it she thought. As indeed he was; more actually than he had imagined he would. Whilst he'd had this urge to see Cat with another man for ages, there was, however, still that nagging thought at the back of his mind as to how he would actually feel when his woman gave herself to someone else; would he feel jealousy? He didn't think so, but worried that he might. Now, though, seeing his wife's body underneath that of the young golf pro's, there was no jealousy, just excitement and arousal. Grant had no idea why this guy who had seen at the driving range a few times had picked him out, for that is what he'd done. Grant hadn't approached him. Sure he had seen him a few times and was actually quite impressed with his swing, not quite as much as he was impressed with his wife who had seen once, but nonetheless Richard seemed like a nice bloke and looked to be a pretty good golfer. Grant had been amazed though, when as good as 'out of the blue,' Richard had asked if he would like to sleep with his wife. He was even more amazed when, after saying that of course he would, half thinking that he was joking, Richard had said "I'll pay your normal lesson rate, forty pounds an hour isn't it?" After the arrangements had been made, Grant had been nervous and not a little apprehensive. "I'm becoming a fucking gigolo," he'd said to himself as he was getting ready to drive out to the hotel at Heathrow to meet them. He thought it pretty incongruous that, along with most of the golf pros at the range, he spent most of his time hoping for pretty, older women to come along as clients so he could try his luck, and out of the blue he was offered one. Very odd. As he walked into the hotel he was trying to recall just what Cat looked like, for he had only seen her briefly at the range. He remembered she had nice, shoulder length, fairly straight hair that was like an ash blonde in colour. He recalled that she was pretty, but that her face was showing the signs of her age with the wrinkles round her eyes and lips. Slimmish and above average height he recalled, she looked to have a good figure but in her loose golf jacket he hadn't been able to have a good look. It was, therefore, a really pleasant surprise and a great pleasure when she stood up from her chair in the bar in the hotel to shake hands with him and he saw the impressive mounds inside the blue sweater. It was an even greater pleasure when, after they had laid back into the corner of the sofa and had been kissing for a few minutes, he cupped her right breast inside the sweater. The luxuriant softness of the cashmere combined with the sensual fullness of her breast was a heady cocktail, which immediately completed the erection, which had been forming from the moment he had joined her on the sofa. It was the feel of Grant's hand on her breast that symbolised so stringently and indicated so clearly just why they were here and what they were about to do. That she was about to be fucked in front of her husband hit Cat really hard. She stopped kissing him and her body went taught. She felt so full of conflict. A middle class, married woman, a mother of two, the wife of an eminent lawyer, a shareholder and part time employee of a highly respected publishing house, a respected member of several clubs and the local community laying on a sofa in a hotel with a young bloke's hand cupping her breast as they prepared themselves for sex. As they got ready for full sex, full penetrative sex, full and complete sex with that woman's husband sitting just feet away watching his wife get fucked by the young man. 'It's so wrong' she thought to herself as Grant held her wondering what was happening. 'I can't go through with it' she mused. Then, contradicting herself as her hands which were still on his back felt his lithe, muscular, youthful body and his wonderfully hard cock pressed against her hips, she wanted him so badly. Was it him? Was it Grant or was it any young man? Did she just want the thrill of being fucked by a young, so virile, man or was there more to her fantasising she wondered as her body relaxed again and she lightly pressed her impressively full breast back against his pleasure giving hand. Feeling that, Grant squeezed and that made Cat moan softly. Grant sensed that Cat was having doubts about this. He had picked up vibes to that effect in the bar and at dinner; it was clearly more Richard's baby than hers. In a way he felt slightly sorry for her, but at the same time he fancied her like hell and now having had a taste, and a feel he thought squeezing her delicious breast again, of her, he badly wanted to go all the way. At heart, he was a nice guy though. He had been brought up to respect others and he was a sensitive and caring person. He didn't want to put Cat through anything she didn't want to go through. If they were to have sex, it had to be them having it, not him "Are you ok?" He whispered so that Richard probably couldn't hear. "Yes, I am," she quietly replied. "Cat, if at any time you want to stop please tell me, I don't want to do anything unless it's ok with you. Ok?" Cat felt very touched by that and whispered. "Thanks Grant, I think it'll be ok." They kissed again and he replaced his hand on her extremely squeezable right boob. Richard hadn't been able to hear what had gone on between them, but guessed it was along the lines that had happened. He was worried that Cat would back out and guessed that Grant would be accommodating, yet probably persuasive. As usual his legal mind was correct, but it hadn't worked out what happened next. The little exchange with Grant boosted Cat's self confidence and her self esteem, she stopped feeling as if she was being used and felt more an integral part of the proceedings. Thinking 'in for a penny in for a pound' she mentally committed herself to the strange, but now becoming hugely exciting situation. She stopped kissing him. She pushed him so he was upright as she said. "Hold on a sec." She sat upright and, after looking from Grant to Richard and then back to the young man and holding his gaze, she reached down and took the hem of the blue sweater in her hands. She again alternated her glance between the two men and then slowly started to lift the sweater up her upper body. Both men looked on mesmerised as time seemed to stand still while the thin, luxurious material rode up Cat's body. She was playing for thrills, she knew that. She was titillating Grant, teasing him and, at the same time exciting both him and her and, by extension, her husband as well. She was doing what lovers do to each other. And that was boosting her confidence and committing herself more and more to having sex with the young man as her husband looked on. The men watched her varnished, but not painted, perfectly manicured nails slowly, so inexorably slowly ease the bottom of the sweater upward; over the remainder of her waist, above the black skirt, up her lower chest, onto and over the swell of her black bra and then across her breasts. Grant jerked and muttered. "Oh my God," when he saw her full creamy breasts squashed into the flimsy, probably a size too small, black bra, They were spilling out of it in the most tempting manner the tops pushed together forming such a delicious cleavage that he immediately wanted to plunge his tongue as deeply into it as he could. Then, thinking slightly more laterally, he realised that it wasn't just his tongue that he would like to shove between her full tits. The hem kept rising over Cat's upper chest as the rest of the sweater covered her face and hair. Then it stopped, but he didn't care for right in front of his eyes, just inches away from his face was the most gorgeous pair of full tits in the tiny black bra. "Oh shit," they both heard Cat say. "What's up?" Grant asked. "I forgot to take those bloody pearls off and I can't get the sweater off," she replied shaking her arms and pulling with her hands. "Hold on," Grant said leaning forward to help. "No, let me," Richard snapped, standing up and moving over behind his wife. He put his hands into the tangled blue cashmere hunting for the string of Majorcan pearls. He looked at Grant. "Leave it to me." "Ok great," Grant replied, moving his gaze from Richard's face to his wife's breasts. Richard smiled as he also looked at Cat's chest. This was all unbeknown to Cat whose vision was limited by the cashmere around her head." "After all Grant, you've got other things you can occupy your hands with," he said nodding at Cat's tits." Smiling, Grant reached out towards them as he looked at Richard and raised his eyebrows enquiringly. "Yes?" He asked. Richard nodded and the young man cupped each of Cat's breasts in his hands. Cat jumped when she felt Grant's hands on her breast. She jumped firstly with surprise, but also with pleasure. Her breasts were highly sensitive all over and in her aroused state they were even more so. But it wasn't just the young man's squeezing of them that made the situation so exciting. It was also being, in a way, blindfold, well at least visually impaired, by her sweater. It was also having her arms partially restrained by the garment and it was also her husband's close proximity as he struggled to release her. The combination of these and Grant's low sighing and Richard asking "Nice?" all merged into a cocktail of events that were surprisingly arousing to her and, in different ways to both men. The sensation as the young man's hands found her breasts were heightened by the delicate thinness of the hugely expensive bra. Bought from the Lejaby catalogue online it was quite amazing how such a pretty much diaphanous, seemingly flimsy garment could provide her with the modicum of support that her forty three year old, child suckled, full D cup breasts now required. And He Watched Us Grant had never been with a woman with such a, as he termed it in his mind, 'grand rack.' At first he could only stare at them and needed Richard's coaxing to touch them. But when he did he had an explosion of such extreme lust that he felt as though he wanted to devour the two marvellous orbs. At the time, as Richard looked down at his wife's tits, which were of course so familiar to him, they seemed different and as if they were someone else's. And then to see another guy's hands on them made the whole situation surreal, certainly for him, but also for Cat. At last he extricated the pearls and they fiddled the sweater over her head. "Sorry about that," Cat smiled, shaking her head and fluffing up her hair. She noted with pleasure that Grant left his hands where they had been for the past few moments when she was helpless, right on her bra covered breasts. She didn't mind at all for it felt very nice. Unconsciously, she thought, she pressed back against them a little. "No problem," he smiled as Richard moved away taking Cat's sweater with him, but leaving the pearls round her neck dangling down towards the deep cleavage. It was an unusually erotic sight with the demureness, of the traditional pearls combining with her tits and cleavage in the tight, see through bra. "Is it Ok?" He went on stroking them gently. "Oh yes," Cat replied reaching behind her with both hands causing her chest to stick out more. "Oh yes Grant very ok," she added as she undid the clasp of her bra. She didn't take the bra off, but after unclipping it she slid her arms out from the thin straps and left it there with Grant's hands holding the cups in place. Smiling at her young, soon to be lover, she reached out and put her arms round his neck. The ball for baring her breasts was now firmly in the young man's court and what a wonderfully erotic decision that left him with. "Oh Cat, you naughty, naughty woman," he muttered, his cock feeling as if it was getting so hard that it would explode.. "It's you who is holding a married woman's breasts in their hands not me," she smiled running her fingernails up and down the short hairs on the back of his neck. "And what a lovely pair of breasts they are too," he smiled back as he edged his fingertips into the sides of the cups of the bra. "You think so do you?" Cat asked, leaning forward and kissing him softly on his lips. As she did that, so Grant took his hands away from her breasts and with them her bra. The number of times Richard had seen his wife's bare breasts in the twenty plus years they had been sexually active was countless. He had looked at, licked and sucked every square millimetres of the rich flesh so many times that he would have thought both her breasts and areola and nipples no longer held any mystery for him. Seeing them hanging there as she leaned forward towards the young man, he realised that there was still so much to find out about them. Cat was rarely as sexually confident as she was being with Grant, but then she had never been in a situation such as this before. A situation where she was being seduced by a guy young enough to be her son, 'Shit not young enough,' she thought, 'Younger than,' she realised as her son's good looks, long wavy hair and lithe body came into her mind. And with her husband watching. And that seemed to boost her confidence. As Grant leaned forward to kiss her she let herself slip backwards pulling him with her, so she was laying in the corner of the sofa with Grant on top of her. His hand went straight to her breasts. The flesh felt wonderful on his hands and fingers, his hands and fingers felt wonderful on her flesh. They kissed deeply, he squeezed, pinched, rubbed and caressed her breasts. She held him tight, running her hands up and down his back arching her back and pressing her breasts against his hands. It was just getting better and better Richard thought, loving the sight of his topless wife kissing the young man who was avidly stroking her boobs, which he had always adored. And then he saw Grant remove his hand from Cat's breasts and slip it down her body. He rested it on her knee and with just the merest of pauses started to slide it up her skirt. Richard shuddered with excitement as he saw his wife's legs open slightly and could only imagine the lovely feelings the young man was shortly going to experience as his hand reached its inevitable destination. But then she reached down and grabbed his wrist, stopping the upward path towards Grant's sexual Nirvana. With her other hand Cat pushed the young man off her and upright. "No," she muttered. 'Oh shit' Richard thought 'she's got cold feet,' he'd had that fear all along. 'Bugger it just as things were getting interesting as well.' "What Cat, sorry, what did I do wrong?" Grant asked genuinely concerned that his youthful exuberance and inexperience had upset the older woman. Far from it. She smiled and touched his face lightly with her fingertips. "Nothing Grant, you've done nothing wrong at all," she said, much to both men's relief. "What then?" "I just think it's time we went to the bedroom, don't you?" She said standing up and taking Grant's hand. "Coming darling," she added over her shoulder to her husband. With both men's eyes on her Cat emphasised the already interesting wiggle that was always a feature of her walk. The both saw her cheeks swaying from side to side beneath the thin material of her skirt as they watched her nylon covered legs with the seam down the back striding purposefully towards the bedroom. Cat was now full of confidence, she felt in control, something that was rare for her sexually, particularly with her husband. They got to the vast bedroom with the wonderfully spacious King sized bed. Again the room was only lit from the streetlights of the busy road and the view was the airport. That all seemed so right Cat thought as she stood facing Grant beside the bed. "I'm a little too old for being groped on a sofa" she said placing her hands on the young man's chest. "Anyway it's a little unfair at the moment isn't it?" She said starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. They were soon undone and she slid the shirt off making a slight grunt of appreciation at his full, nicely defined fairly hairy chest. 'Just right,' she thought realising it was very similar to her son Mark's physique. That made her shudder. Shaking her head to clear such thoughts away she slid her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and edged them round to his belt. "Shall we?" she asked. "Mmmm, yes please," Grant replied feeling so very nervous. He knew he was totally erect and that his cock was almost ready to burst and wondered just how much he would be able to take before having to cum. He'd heard of guys who had got so excited that before they had really got anywhere they had ejaculated and he was petrified that would happen to him one day. 'And how fucking embarrassing would that be?' He asked himself as, moving his gaze from her tits, which were just inches from his bare chest and her fingers, which had undone his belt and were now sliding his zip down. He'd never had a girl do this to him before, just as he'd never had a girl stand so close to him half undressed, or half dressed dependent upon your viewpoint he smiled. But then girls don't do that sort of thing do they, it takes a woman to do them. 'Fuck it looks bloody enormous' he thought, feeling highly embarrassed as his trousers slid down so he stood there in his CK Y fronts. 'Fuck it looks bloody enormous,' Richard thought nervously mentally measuring himself against the young beau; he knew he would fall well short. 'Fuck it looks bloody enormous,' Cat thought her heart pounding at the mental image of it surging up her. "Mmmmmm nice," she said quietly placing her hands on his waist as he wisely removed his socks. She pulled gently on the waist band. She was aware that he might be a little shy and reticent. "Yes?" She asked looking Grant right in the eye and raising her eyebrows. 'Fuck here we go' he thought nodding, but full of trepidation as slowly, inexorably slowly Cat pushed his pants down. Naturally the elastic waist band was about to catch on the end of his erection, but anticipating that she pulled it further away from his body so that difficulty was overcome. Then they slid effortlessly down his strong legs. He was nude, totally bare, stark bullock naked and she was looking up and down his body just as her husband was. He was embarrassed, he was excited, he was aroused he was shy, he was everything. He heard Cat whisper. "Oh Grant, you're beautiful" as her soft fingers ran up and down his sturdy cock. His body jerked so acute were the wonderful sensations. And to Cat right at that moment he was beautiful. Sexually beautiful that is. Sexually beautiful, sexually aroused, sexually ready and sexually available. Seeing his lithe, muscular tanned body did something to Cat. She wasn't sure what, but as she managed to whisper "Lay on the bed" it was his body she saw, but it was not his face. No, it was a much more familiar face that stared at her, that stared at the half undressed female, that stared at the older woman who was turning round confusing the younger man, that stared at the mother who was whispering. "The zip." Grant really worried that his fingers would be shaking too much, but somehow he managed to undo the hook and eye and slide the zip in the middle of the back of the waist band down. She turned back to face him as she saw her husband move round to the other side of the bed, discretely in the shadows. After seeing Richard take up his position looking across Grant's naked body to her, Cat caught the young man's gaze and didn't leave that for one second, although he broke it to run his eyes up and down her body. Taking the waist band in her hands, Cat slowly pushed it downwards and then let it go so it fell in a pool at her feet. "Oh my fucking lord," Grant groaned. "Oh Cat," Richard couldn't help muttering as both of them fed their eyes on the erotic vision of her tiny, black thong and the lacy topped, black, seamed hold up stockings. Cat wasn't one for wearing particularly sexy underwear and would certainly not countenance the idea of half cup, nipple baring bras or crutchless panties. Subtlety sexy stuff though she liked. It made her feel good and the reaction, mostly from Richard in recent years, but now very gratifyingly from Grant as well was just reward. She looked at Grant's gorgeously youthful body for a few moments as both he and Richard ogled her. It felt good to have the young man's eyes on her. Just as it had felt good, a few weeks ago, when her son was home for a few days, and she had felt his eyes on her as she had got undressed. She had left her bedroom door open as she usually did when Richard was away, as he was so often nowadays; had she forgotten her son was home she asked herself later? It had felt as amazing, but she was so guilt-ridden to catch him staring at her. Nothing was said, either then or since. She lay on the bed with him. They embraced. He caressed her breasts again, tentatively at first, but then more confidently. He kneaded them, squeezed them, he pushed them together and then focused on her nipples. It was heaven for both of them. Cradling his face to them she looked over his shoulder as she ran her hands up and down his firm, muscular back. Bent as it was so he could suckle her tits, the skin and muscles were stretched making his body even tighter and taughter and, due to that, even more desirable. Her eyes caught Richard's. He smiled and winked, he was obviously enjoying it. Grant had overcome both his trepidation about being with another man's wife with him there and his nervousness at being with an older woman. Cat had also overcome her earlier misgivings and her worry about seeming keen to have sex with another man with Richard looking on, especially a much younger man. That, however, was the key, the appeal, the turn on for her. Not just being shagged by someone new, not just the thrill of the difference and certainly not the fact that Richard was watching. It was her fulfilling a fantasy that had grown in her for the past five years or so, a desire that had fermented as she had seen her son's friends around the house, a want that had grown as she had realised her son's sexual activity; was it a jealousy she wondered as she reached down Grant's body and took his lovely prick in her hands. God it was so gorgeously hard. Stiff, long, thick, warm and noticeably throbbing. She embraced it and coveted it with her hands. 'If this was what young men were all about' she smiled 'then bring 'em on, just bring 'em on.' "I think you had better fuck me no, don't you Grant?" Cat whispered into his ear very quietly so that Richard didn't hear. For some reason she didn't want to appear too keen to her husband. "Oh yes," he groaned giving in to the pressure on his back and rolling on top of Cat. He had never had a woman speak to him like that and the words crashed so erotically into his brain. It was the sexiest phrase he had ever heard. Smiling she said. "I think we've forgotten something." "What, er, um sorry, what is it." Cat wrapped her arms round his neck and smiling said. "I've still got my knickers on silly." Grant felt so fucking stupid and inept. 'Trying to fuck a woman showing how good he is and forgetting to take her sodding pants off, what a dickhead. "Gosh sorry Cat." They wiggled their bodies around between them easing her thong down her stocking covered legs until they had bared what was needed to be bared for them to make love, Cat's cunt. What an evocative expression she thought. He went to reposition himself, but she stopped him again. "And?" Cat said nodding towards Grant's dick. "What?" "A condom baby." "Oh shit yes, hold on a mo," he muttered feeling totally inadequate as he went to get off the bed. Cat smiled. "Just lay back, I've got one here." Grant nearly came when Cat sat very close to him. Her breasts brushed his arm as she wiggled the slightly sticky latex onto his erection. It was such an intimate thing; he had never had experienced anything like it before. Lying back with this older woman manipulating a condom onto his hard cock was awesome; he couldn't imagine the girls he went with having the confidence to do it, but god he wished one would. "Come on then tiger," Cat said playfully laying back on her back again, "Come and get me." As she said that she opened her legs and drew her knees up. It was a fantastic sight to the young man as he rolled between them. It was an equally fantastic sight to Richard. Grant rather rushed things. Cat didn't stop him although she realised that he was hurrying too much. She knew, or felt, that he had to get this first one out of his system, and quick. It was a quick fuck and she didn't cum, but she made the appropriately appreciative noises without going over the top. "Oh fuck sorry," Grant groaned as, almost immediately he pushed himself inside Cat he felt those wonderful, but at a time like this fucking worrying tremors in his balls. He knew immediately that he would cum. 'Set a bloody world record for the quickest fuck in history' he thought to himself as he started to cum. Cat smiled to herself. 'Still got it even at my age,' she smiled as she realised what was happening. "Shush baby, shush," she whispered, stroking the back of his neck and running her other hand up and down his spine. "Oh Cat I am so sorry," he groaned as the last spasms of his ejaculating prick subsided. "Don't worry, it happens to men sometimes." "Really, it's not just me then?" He asked quietly not wanting Richard to hear and certainly he didn't and couldn't look at him. He felt such a failure. Richard understood the situation, indeed sometimes, particularly with a new partner, even a whore, it happened to him when he became too excited. He smiled to himself as he watched his wife cope admirably with the situation and with Grant's ego. "In some ways baby," she cooed "It's a compliment really." "Huh?" "Well maybe," she continued running her fingertip lightly over his beautifully pert arse "I aroused you too much." "Oh I see," Grant said a little less morosely seeing a way out of the shitty situation as his dick softened and slid out of Cat. Digging her fingernails into the wonderfully firm and beautifully smooth flesh of Grant's bum Cat whispered. "In any case Grant, it will make the next time even better, won't it?" She wasn't wrong in that assertion. They both showered separately with Richard joining Cat in the larger bathroom. She thought he was going to join her in the shower and perhaps fuck her, but he didn't. "So Cat, is it ok?" "Yes, it's fine." "Are you enjoying having it as I watch?" "Yes," she replied, but didn't add what she felt. That was that she would have enjoyed the sex with Grant as much, if not more if they were alone. "I told you that you would darling," he said getting up, his erection very evident in his pin stripe trousers. Wrapping a towel round her Cat returned to the bedroom. Grant was there sitting on the edge of the bed. He had a towel round his waist. He looked amazing. His body was great and nicely tanned, she hadn't really noticed just what a good body he had before. He stood up as she approached him. "Ok Grant?" "Yes Cat, yes thanks" he stammered back staring at her and seeing the towel, which just covered the tops of her breasts down to just beneath her pussy. 'She's got fucking great legs' he thought as already he felt the stirrings. Cat was now totally relaxed about what they were doing. She felt in control. She walked over and stood close to the young man facing him. She looked in his eyes and smiled. "How are you feeling?" "Great, just great." She let her eyes run down his gorgeous body and stared at the towel. She then looked in his eyes again and lightly brushed the back of her fingernails across the obvious lump of his cock and balls. "I meant down here baby," she cooed. He knew what she meant and of course the words and the touch precipitated the inevitable. His cock started to grow. "Shit no more than fifteen minutes," Cat thought, her heart starting to pound as she recalled the efforts she and Richard sometimes had to create a second erection after a couple of hours. She decided to push things a bit. Smiling she reached out and slid her fingertips into the towel. A gentle tug and it came apart. Looking into Grant's eyes she said softly. "I don't think we need this do we Grant?" He gulped. "No Cat no we don't." She looked down. He was at least semi-erect and it looked as though it was actually growing as she stared at it. She took it in her hands, gently, almost reverently as though it was a precious object, which in some ways it was, she smiled noting that it was actually growing in her hands. She slid her fingers into her own towel and pulling that she said. "I doubt we need this either do we?" "No, no not at all," he groaned as her great tits, her slimmish, yet maturely rounded body and her long legs came into view. He noted that she just had a 'landing strip' of pale hair round her pubis and that her starkly pink lips were very visible not being hampered by the curls of hair the other girls he'd seen sported down there. He was now stunningly hard again. She wanted him and it badly. God how would she cope with going back to Richard, she thought adding as they moved towards the bed in preparation for having sex the second time in half an hour? 'How will I cope not having this, now I've had it?' Again it wasn't a great fuck, but then that's not what young men are all about she thought as she lay on her side and they spooned. She thought the same thing an hour or so later when straddling his body, she fed his cock into her and she fucked him. And after a snooze, a couple of drinks and another shower she had those thoughts again as she kneeled beside the bed her breasts squashed on it as Grant fucked her from behind for the fourth time in an evening. And He Watched Us **** 'Is there a name for it?" she wondered as she sat in her conservatory a few days later working. 'Is there a term like nymphomania for it?' She thought, her fingers snaking inside her bra to find her already hardening nipple as she thought of the sex with Grant, which she had hardly stopped thinking about since it happened. 'I wonder what they call women with an obsession such as this," she pondered as she eased her breasts from her bra and slid her tracky trousers with the elasitcated waist banded down her legs. And as, with her hands between her legs her orgasm washed over, she wondered 'Is there a cure for desperately wanting sex with young men?'