5 comments/ 31372 views/ 5 favorites Showstopper Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion Looking straight into a camera and talking to upwards of 100,000 people on live TV would be a nightmare scenario for most people. Doing it with a producer yelling in one ear, having to keep one eye on a clock, another on a product counter and a third on a guest or the product itself was a talent only a rare few could ever fathom. For 41 year old Cathy Northfield, the organized chaos of being on television had become a labor of love for the past 12 years. One with a lot of hard work, passion and dedication she'd become quite proficient at. One of the better known and successful hosts on the Shop Anytime home shopping channel, Cathy had met many more celebrities, attended a lot more swanky parties and garnered much more name recognition than she could have ever imagined growing up on a small farm in Northern Iowa. Located in Orlando, it and been quite a bold move to leave her job as a weekend news anchor for a station back home for a chance to host overnights at Shop Anytime. The weather had certainly been a plus, and the fact she could tell her then very young sons they could literally live across town from Epcot and Universal made the move a rather easy sell even though for Cathy she didn't quite know what she was getting herself into. Thankfully with her Husband's background in construction management, he took quite nicely to the booming region at the time which made Cathy's transition that much easier. After impressing her bosses with her late night stints for a year or so, gradually she found herself with more daytime and evening slots until Cathy eventually found herself one of the 4 or 5 most popular hosts on the network's roster. Her only real brush with fame before then being the time she was the third runner up in the Miss Iowa pageant back in 1987, Cathy was flabbergasted at the amount of famous people she came into contact through her job. It certainly helped at home when she was able to get an autograph for her kids from an athlete that might have been on air selling some memorabilia, or be able to send her Mom and Dad back home a picture of her with the various celebrities who hawked their wares with her. Never in her wildest dreams did Cathy think her life would have turned out like this when she was driving the tractor on the family farm as a teenaged girl. That's not to say that all was peaches and cream in the Northfield's household. Cathy's 19 year old Son was home from college on academic suspension with a pot charge hanging over his head. Her 16 year old Son also had a court date set for a minor shop lifting and vandalism charge. On top of that, Cathy's Husband, Stan had just admitted to her that he'd had another affair, the second since they got married 21 years earlier. Thankfully for the family, Stan Northfield didn't have a habit of shitting where he ate. To the best of Cathy's knowledge, if she could believe the bastard, the two times he'd strayed Stan had done it well away from home on business trips, away from the gawking eyes of all the people they knew around the Central Florida area. His strong Catholic faith combined with the inevitable guilt had been what had driven him to admit his indiscretion to Cathy, even if she'd probably never found out on her own. That same strong faith, along with the questions she would have to face over 'why' was just too much for Cathy to think about, thus divorcing him wasn't a real option. Instead, it was their dirty little secret and somehow they'd soldier on pretending to be the perfect upper middle class couple. That's not to say there wasn't a significant amount of bitterness and unresolved feelings brewing inside Cathy. Like anyone with a good base of self esteem and plenty of access to self help books, Cathy did her best to channel all the angst from her marital disillusionment to doing what she could to get her kids back on the straight and narrow along with immersing herself into becoming the best TV host she could be. If nothing else, Stan's infidelity had put a damper on the couple's sex life. After the first admission several years earlier, Cathy made it a point to make sure Stan wore a condom each time they made love. She wasn't of any mind to have another child, not to mention worried what she might contract if Stan had caught something from his hourly rate mistress. As time went on, the sex had dried up completely and in the back of her mind Cathy knew that was probably what had driven him to having the second affair. Not to say the lack of sex was easy on her either. A beautiful woman in her sexual prime roaming the streets of Florida, Cathy knew it wouldn't take two seconds to find a line of quality men that would have been glad to give her what she wasn't getting at home. Between her high profile job and reputation in the community, her faith and the nagging weight of her marital vows, Cathy just couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. She simply just internalized all that building energy. She just didn't know how close it was to exploding. _______________________________ The first crack in Cathy Northfield's moral reservoir came one afternoon when she returned home from running some errands. Her oldest Son, Steven, had a few of his longtime friends over to the house. The first thing Cathy noticed as she wheeled into the driveway however was Steven pacing back and forth with his cell phone pressed against his ear, oblivious to the fact that his Mom was parking right beside him. "Don't guess he'll be too much help carrying in the groceries," Cathy thought to herself, assuming from Steven's tone he was having it out once again with his on again/off again girlfriend. Lugging a big bag of food with her right arm, Cathy closed the door to her car and headed for the sliding glass door of the kitchen that Steven had neglected to close. Once inside, she could hear the muffled voices of Steven's friends in the living room adjacent to the kitchen, but didnt give any thought to going in and interrupting them. Part of her was glad in fact that they were over. They'd known Steven for quite a few years and Cathy knew they were good boys from good families. She'd come to the conclusion that Steven had simply fallen in with the wrong crowd during his Freshman year at school and was hopeful maybe spending some time back home around some good influences might help him regain his bearings. Peeking back out the kitchen window, Cathy could see Steven was still in heated discussion as he stomped and sighed in the driveway. Shaking her head, Cathy turned to start putting the groceries away. If the sun hadn't been shining just right through the house, Cathy would have never seen what she accidentally saw next. There was a reflection on one of the pictures hanging in the hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen and Cathy happened to look in that direction as she reached to open a cabinet. Even though the image was distorted, she could see two of Steven's friends standing in the living room, right in front of a shelf with several family pictures. Her blood pounding in her ears as she proceeded to watch, the unmistakable truth of what she saw caused her hand to slip from the cabinet's handle as a sick tremor swept through her stomach. One of the boys was looking directly at a large photograph of her and had reached down and playfully squeezed his crotch while the other boy stood beside him nodding. With the TV on there was no way to hear what they were saying, but the visual would play over and over in Cathy's head for days to come as she tried to make some sense of such a crude gesture. Cathy's hypnotic haze was shattered when Steven stormed back in from outside, took about a half second to acknowledge her then disappeared into the living room to rejoin his friends, completely unaware that a few seconds earlier they'd been ogling a picture of his Mom. _________________________________ Modest to a fault, even though she knew she was somewhat desirable for her age, Cathy generally preferred to put those thoughts way out of her mind. She's worked hard over the years to cultivate an image of poise, professionalism and competence on air and off, and with the help of good genes and a little nip and tuck the network had paid for, deep down Cathy knew the men she encountered usually perked up when she walked into a room, both for her brains and her beauty. With the proliferation of the internet, Cathy along with all the other female hosts, had also come to know many men out in the world were paying attention as well, even if they never had any intention of buying a single thing the network was selling. Thankfully the hosts had interns and lower level employees who filtered through the obscene and questionable emails, leaving only the ones from serious fans for Cathy to read and respond to. She'd been tempted to venture out into cyber-space on her own several times just to see what popped up if she Googled her name, but decided some things were better left unseen. All that changed when she caught the glimpse of two of her Son's longtime friends leering at that picture of her. If they'd felt comfortable enough to do that in her own home, what type of stuff had they done in the privacy of their's. It was a perspective shifting image Cathy would find hard shaking over the following weeks. The same way you can't help but think about a pink elephant when someone tells you not to, the harder Cathy Northfield tried putting the image of all those young men leering at her when she was on TV out of her mind, the more she wore herself out thinking about it. It didn't seem to bother Cathy quite as much when she had a guest on set with her, or was busy doing a cooking show where she constantly kept herself on task. Where it really seemed to bother her were the lazy jewelry shows where she sat in the same chair for an hour or two with nothing but the camera, the product and her own calm and well rehearsed delivery. Every so often when she'd stare straight into the camera, Cathy found herself suddenly inundated with the acid-stained image of men staring back at her from their living room, dorm room and a variety of other places, each in a various stage of undress and arousal as they leered back at her through the television. The studios were generally rather chilly and each time that particular image would sprout inside Cathy's head, she couldn't help but feel a strange warmth course through her body until she was finally able to focus on something else. In her heart of hearts, she knew 99.99% of the people watching were shop-o-holics ladies fighting the urge to order their 500th piece of costume jewlery, but Cathy couldn't deny the seat below her started getting a little slick each time she contemplated why the other .01% were watching. Such a professional at what she did, hardly anyone watching would have had a clue anything unusual was swirling inside Cathy while she was on air, but by the end of most shifts when she would retire back to her private cubicle of unwind, she did so with soaked panties. For her own sanity, Cathy blamed her Husband's infidelity for her burgeoning sexual appetite. If they'd been having sex with each other like a normal couple should, she'd have the outlet any normal and healthy person needs. Sadly, that hadn't been the case in well over a year. Add in the innate psychological desire for revenge, and to prove her own worth, and just like that you had a very complex brew of emotions and want fermenting deep inside Cathy. After what she'd seen them do, Cathy did her best to avoid her Son's friends when they were over. All were of age by then, but it was just too creepy thinking about any of them in those terms. With her reputation and modest celebrity around town, pulling off any sort of normal affair was out of the question as well, even if her conscious would allow such a thing. Cathy had put herself in quite a box, and the pressure just continued to build. The next tipping point came during an on-air presentation for some new exercise equipment the network was selling. Cathy had done dozens and dozens of shows just like that over the years. It was one of the cooler perks of the job getting to try out all the new machines to prep for the presentations, providing her with a wonderful way to stay in shape without ever having to join a gym. She also took a great deal of pride being in good enough shape at 41 to work out on those treadmills, stairclimbers and ellipticals while still having the breath to go through all the specs for the products on live television. The toughest part about the exercise shows was often stifling all her laughter when she was working on air with workout gurus like Richard Simmons or Tony Little. For this day however it was just Cathy, and two of the regular exercise models, one young man and one young woman and all they were basically doing was highlighting some older equipment at clearance price to get it out of the warehouse. As stated earlier, the studios were rather chilly which was a huge blessing for Cathy during the workout shows when she might be on the move for an hour straight. As usual Cathy had become so engrossed in her presentation, the first half hour flew by. The interaction between her, the camera, the product and the models was going along swimmingly, and she probably wouldn't have given anything other than her task at hand a second thought if she hadn't looked down. "My nipples are hard as rocks," Cathy cringed to herself, her voice temporarily breaking in mid-sentence as she showed off the fancy display of the treadmill she was presenting for the whole world to see. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened considering how cold they kept the sound stage at times, but this was the only time Cathy could recall she had been wearing one of those form fitting lycra exercise tops. Usually one of the producers was keen enough to see what was going on and made a point not to zoom in for any embarrassing close-ups until the 'headlights' were off. Without any way of knowing just how long her nipples had been like that however, Cathy felt a rush of anxiety sweep through her as she tried to soldier on. Taking special care to keep her chest away from the camera until the two prominent protrusions disappeared, Cathy spent the remainder of the hour trying to keep the presentation on track. For whatever reason, that proved to be more difficult than normal. Feeling totally discombobulated, Cathy found herself watching the clock out of the corner of her eye, desperate to get the hour over with. She realized from experience after studying hour after hour of videotape to make herself better, often times when she felt she was bumbling her way through a presentation that it wasn't always as bad as she thought. Then there were times she thought she did great only to discover flaw after flaw on tape. This time she didn't have her producer squawking any more than normal in her ear and once she looked down and saw that her nipples had retreated to a much more presentable state, Cathy felt comfortable and confident enough to hop up on the last treadmill for sale and finish the show with an energetic rush. ___________________________________ Slipping into her office with a diet soda in one hand and her post-show notes in the other, it was times like these Cathy patted herself on the back for being with the company long enough to have earned her own private, albeit modest, office. The space was cramped but it served as a wonderful place to decompress after a long shift on-air. Just like most nights Cathy allowed the adrenaline rush to work its way out, but there was still a nagging feeling hanging over her about how the last half hour of her evening presentation went. She'd equipped the room with a small TV and a DVR so she could go back and re-watch her shows for whatever reason and against her better judgment that evening, Cathy did just that. What she saw first heartened her, but the longer she watched suddenly she became more and more confused. Fast forwarding through the early parts of the show, Cathy slowed it down and started watching around the time she's noticed her nipples were showing. A wave of relief washed through her when she didn't see a hint of her nips showing on TV. Between the distance of the camera, the lighting and the dark material of her workout top, Cathy was relieved to see her headlights weren't beaming out for the whole world to see. Her curiosity satisfied, Cathy leaned forward in her seat and prepared to switch the DVR off. Before she could however, something on the screen caused her settle awkwardly backwards. The male model who was working during the presentation was staring directly at her chest as he worked out on the equipment. She'd been so absorbed in trying to muddle her way through the demonstration, Cathy hadn't noticed the young man stealing several extended peeks as he jogged on the treadmill. Racking her brain trying to remember the guy's name, Cathy thought she recalled reading a few weeks back in the company's internal newsletter he was a Kinesiology major at one of the local universities, who also did some part time modeling. "Kevin maybe..or Kyle?" she muttered under her breath, her insides stewing at the brazen way his eyes every so often seemed to lock on her raised nipples. If that wasn't bad enough, something else quickly jumped off the screen. Not only did it seem the male model was scoping out her chest but Cathy was sure the female model helping out with the presentation had caught a peek as well from her perch on the other treadmill. Cathy could see a sheepish smile crack across the young blonde's face when her eyes went to the same place her male cohort's were. Seeing herself on screen tucked between the two, all Cathy could see was shake her head and cringe as she watched the way she went on with the presentation, totally oblivious to the private show she was giving the two models almost half her age. "At least the girl could sympathize with my situation," Cathy re-assuredly thought to herself. When the camera panned out briefly, what Cathy saw next made it feel like icicles were piercing into her spine. It looked just like the male and female model stole a subtle, cat quick snicker to one another, as if affirming what the other had saw. "Oh..My..God," Cathy gasped, cursing under her breath when the camera shot changed before she was 100% sure of what she saw. "I just need to go down and take a shower and wash this night off of me," Cathy said to herself, still in her sweaty workout attire. Swiveling side to side in her cushy office chair, Cathy tried settling herself before she stood up as the blood pounded in her head. The closest thing she could compare to the feeling she currently had was when she was doing cocaine about seven years earlier. Her and her Husband, once they'd established themselves in Central Florida through business dealings and another connections found they had become part of the local jet set. For a small town farm girl with very modest sensibilities, the blow certainly helped Cathy loosen up and be more social, not to mention it really helped keep her weight down as she crept closer to middle age. It took one of the people in their circle of friends to get arrested on possession charges to wake Cathy and her Husband up to the chances they might wind up in the same boat and lose everything they had worked so hard for. It had been that long however since Cathy felt such a glorious and maniacal rush in her head and chest as she contemplated her next move. Grabbing her towel and bag of toiletries, Cathy finally flipped off the TV and headed down to the employee gym where they had separate men's and women's locker rooms, hoping a long and hot shower would settle her nerves. Showstopper Ch. 01 With her children all but grown and the deteriorating relationship she had with her Husband, there wasn't any reason for Cathy to hurry home when her late evening shifts ended. In fact, she'd come to savor those nights when she got off air at 10 or 11. The halls were for the most part empty, and there was a calmness that wasn't present during the day. She'd developed a habit of going down to the gym and getting a quick workout in to take the edge off all the accumulated stress of the day. Most of the time she'd be the only person down there but on this night after just finishing up an exercise show, Cathy decided just taking the shower would do the trick to settle her down for the drive home. Walking briskly down the carpeted hallway that led to the gym, Cathy could already feel the anxiety of the past hour gradually melting away. If she'd been privy to some of the lower level gossip floating around the network however, Cathy would have known she was a little premature to start feeling so at ease. ___________________________________ Working at nights as a part-time exercise model at Shop Anytime, 21 year old Kevin Landes had taken quite a shine to a young woman working in the same capacity at the network, a 23 year old blonde personal trainer named Becky Simmons, who was working part-time as well. She happened to be sharing the stage with Kevin and Cathy Northfield during the treadmill presentation earlier that night and unbeknownst to all three, their paths were about to cross again. For two healthy, athletic and attractive people in their early 20's, it wasn't a surprise Becky and Kevin had gravitated to one another. Ever since they'd met a few months earlier, there had been an instant attraction and it didn't take long before the laws of nature took over. Both working part-time on air, mostly during the late night exercise shows, they quickly were searching out unique and creative places around the studios and offices to get their rocks off long after all the other staff had vacated the premises. One of the places had been the men's locker room. On that night however, Becky had prodded Kevin to come over and do her in the ladies shower. They'd been at it for a good 10 minutes when a totally unsuspecting Cathy Northfield walked into the foyer of the locker room. Instantly met by the echoes of moans and flesh slapping together coming from the shower stalls on the far side of the room, Cathy stopped in her tracks and felt a hint of vertigo sweep through her when she saw the two piles of clothes about 10 feet away on the floor. Recognizing the clothes as well as the tenor of the two voices, Cathy knew it was the two models that had just worked on her show. Cathy's first instinct was to politely turn around and excuse herself before the two lovebirds behind the shower walls discovered they weren't alone. Her feet seemed to be glued to the floor however as the volume of Kevin and Becky's moans of pleasure grew louder with each passing heartbeat. Taking a precautionary peek around the dressing area just to make sure she was the only other person there, Cathy anxiously bit down on her lower lip as she rung the towel into a knot with her hands. "MMMM..YEAHH..AAHHHH," she could hear Becky wail, her youthful voice bouncing against the walls of the intimately sized locker room. "YEEAHHH..BABY...FUCK ME BACK BECKY," Kevin groaned in return in a tone that sounded as if he had complete control over the situation. Even though she had no way of seeing what was happening on the other side of that wall, Cathy's head suddenly filled with an unspeakable amount of vivid images of what the two must have looked like making love less than 50 feet away. "Turn around..let me fuck you from behind," Cathy heard Kevin tell Becky a minute or so later. Several seconds of silence followed, and Cathy found herself holding her breath trying to make out the sound the of the young lovers' bodies shifting in the shower stall. Before she could take another gasp of air however, Becky let out a long, hitch-pitched shriek that sent an icy hot shiver through Cathy's crotch when Kevin mounted her. "I've got to get out of here," Cathy told herself but the only movement she made was to take cover and cower behind the closest bank of lockers in front of her. Her legs screaming from the hour long workout show she'd just done on-air, Cathy squatted down on her knees, looking strangely like a soldier taking cover behind a big tree. Dropping her towel and bag of toiletries gently down to the floor, Cathy eased around the bank of lockers until she was concealed from both the entrance to the shower as well as the locker room's front door. Secure in her stealth, she finally had to face the reality of what her subconscious was desperate to do. The sound of sex coming from the shower now a steady and squeeling hum in her ears, Cathy took a long, deep breath before slipping her right hand inside the front of her black exercise pants. A tingling tremor of electricity tingled through Cathy's muscles when the tips of her fingers dipped into her already drenched cunt. "God this is embarrassing. I can't believe I'm this wet," Cathy thought to herself as her vaginal walls quickly tugged at her intruding digits. Perched on her knees at quite an awkward angle, Cathy wrenched her wrist the best she could until her entire hand had disappeared inside her pants. Holding her breath, trying to mentally focus on the sound of Kevin and Becky fucking in the shower, Cathy's head began to spin as a freight train of energy raced up and down her spine. The shrill and arousing echo of human flesh crashing together filled Cathy's head as she rocked back and forth on her knees. Twisting and contorting her arm until it was just right, Cathy finally tapped her thumb down on the throbbing nub of her clitoris. Holding it there for several seconds as she scissored her other fingers through the buttery folds of her inflamed labia, Cathy used the trained rhythm of her personal and well practiced masturbatory technique until she could feel her orgasm approach. With a husband who she hadn't allowed to touch her in a very long time, Cathy's only solace had become stealing a quick cum in the shower, or in her bedroom during the rare times she was certain no one else was home. Nothing she'd ever done along those lines however remotely came close to the searing sensation of frigging herself while eavesdropping on two people literally having sex so close. Deep down, Cathy knew the embarrassment that would come if she would have been caught doing such a thing. That fear only hastened the urgency to finish herself off. Grinding her knees into the glazed concrete below, Cathy clamped her left hand flat against the lockers for support as she rapidly pressed her clitoris between her soaking wet fingers. "AAHHH..AAHHHH," she started to croak, her voice nearly mirroring the sound of Becky and Kevin's groans bleeding from the shower. There she was, a beautiful, fit and desirable woman in the prime of her life, a cable TV celebrity of some esteem who had shrines dedicated to her on the internet, now swaying on her knees with her hand jammed down the front of her pants masturbating to the sound of two of her network's models having sex. It was a concept if someone had suggested it to her in the light of day would have made Cathy Northfield cringe, perhaps even wretch, but as she bucked and heaved on the floor behind the lockers, her hand digging franticly at her pussy, Cathy's entire face seemed to explode with light when her orgasm tripped and fired. "MMYYYGGOOODDDDDDD...MYYGGOODDDDDDD" the blonde beauty grinded her teeth and shuddered, pressing the side of her face against the cool metal of the lockers as she bit her tongue, desperate not to make any more noise than she had to as the two young lovers continued to bump and grind in the shower, totally unaware one of the network's hosts was cumming mere feet away. Her eyes clenched shut as she gouged her fingers through her spasming cunt, the images of Becky and Kevin's interlocked bodies were as clear as day inside Cathy's head as wave after orgasmic wave crashed through the synapses in her brain. Her chest rapidly heaving in and out, if it wasn't for the lockers Cathy would have easily toppled over. Her fingers soaked in the gooey stain of her gushing release, Cathy slowly pulled them free from her pants then pressed them down into the towel resting between her feet. The reality, not to mention the precariousness, of her situation quickly coming back, Cathy struggled to her feet and grabbed her bag of toiletries. Her head spinning as the blood flow took its time to catch up, the sound of Kevin and Becky each cumming in the shower filled the entire locker room, and the primal part of Cathy's brain desperately struggled to commit every note of the pair's private moment to memory. As for the more evolved parts of Cathy Northfield's brain, all it was concerned with was getting her to put one foot in front of the other until she was as far away from the women's locker room as possible before Kevin and Becky made their way out of the shower. All Cathy left behind was the wafting scent of her own arousal and a smudge of the blush from her cheek on the locker she'd just pressed the side of her face against. _______________________________ Sitting in the driver's seat of her 'Soccermom-mobile', headed home at a few minutes to midnight, Cathy found it difficult focusing on the thankfully desolate highway. Without a ton of traffic to deal with, Cathy had to chance to process the craziness of the past few hours before she got home. For starters, she wasn't enthused about having to drive that far in the same clothes she'd just exercise in for almost an hour. She always liked to take a long refreshing shower after doing a show like that, but given the circumstances in the locker room, that had been out of the question. On top of that discomfort, Cathy's pussy was once again throbbing as she drove on. She found herself picturing what Becky and Kevin were doing at that very moment. Had they made love once more after she'd left, showered perhaps then maybe were making out in one of their cars in the station's parking lot. She was left with no recourse but to reach down between her thighs and rub her crotch through her pants as she navigated the highway home. Her mind wandering and making a litany of silly and random connections, suddenly Cathy remembered one of the woman she and her Husband knew back in their 'life in the fast lane' days. "That would be .....interesting to try," Cathy whispered out loud, a burning cool chill settling in her belly as she ruminated over the off-hand suggestion that woman had made well over five years earlier..... Part 2 to come... Showstopper Ch. 02 Jeri Littles had been the Wife of one of Stan Northfield's business associates back in Cathy's 'wild and crazy' days. Rifling through her memory bank, trying to dredge up everything she could recall about Jeri as she drove home that night, it served as a good mental exercise for Cathy to take her mind off the events of the evening. Those days a half decade earlier had become quite a blur in Cathy's head, and thankfully there weren't a lot of photos circulating around to document them. She could still clearly picture Jeri in her mind however. Auburn-haired and about 5 foot 2, Jeri Littles was quite the spit-fire. Slightly younger than Cathy, she had very pale skin with several clusters of freckles that made her look like the most innocent girl on Earth. That innocence was certainly tainted in Cathy's mind from clear memory of doing lines of coke, among other things, with Jeri on more than one occasion on the sofa of whoever was hosting one of their 'neighborhood' get-togethers. Cathy also remembered Jeri alluding several times to some of the more risqué hobbies she and her Husband shared, but Jeri never really seemed to push Cathy in that direction, thinking she and Stan just weren't cut from the cloth necessary to dabble in that sort of hedonistic lifestyle. "Why are you thinking about that after all these years?" Cathy had to ask herself, now parked in her driveway before making her way into the house. By the time she was in bed and rested her head down on the pillow beside her already sleeping Husband, Cathy playfully allowed her mind to wonder if Jeri was still active in such things. By the next morning, a calmness had returned for Cathy, and she felt everything was going to be OK. Despite the craziness of the night before at work, nothing had really changed. Even though she'd be party to two of the models at the network doing some pretty outlandish stuff with each other in the women's shower, they hadn't had a clue Cathy was there. Sadly, she'd become quite proficient at keeping secrets and that one would be a piece of cake compared to some of the other stuff she had to deal with in her personal life. Still, just to be safe, Cathy made a point to skew her schedule away from any exercise shows with either Becky or Kevin for a few months. Cathy also chided herself for even thinking about making contact with Jeri Littles, and opening up whatever Pandora's Box that would lead to. For awhile, Cathy honestly felt like her feet were squarely back on the ground. Like a junkie swearing off the smack in a rare moment of clarity, Cathy wouldn't have such an easy time outrunning the strange hunger brewing inside her. The unfulfilled pull of neglected want was there at every turn. ______________________________________ It took about 4 days before Cathy Northfield's libidinal sanity took yet another hit. Sitting up in bed studying her notes for the following day's shows at work, Cathy looked over at the clock and saw if was almost 11pm. Her Husband, as he often did, was sound asleep in his recliner downstairs and as for her two sons, the youngest should have been in bed and the oldest was off God knows where running around town sewing his oats. Gazing through her preparatory notes one last time, out of habit Cathy flipped on the 11 o'clock local news to see what was happening in the world. Satisfied the world was just as screwed up as usual, she switched over to Shop Anytime a few minutes later to see if everything was cool at the network before turning in. A lump suddenly formed in Cathy's throat when she saw one of her fellow hosts was doing an exercise show that hour. That lump turned into a full blown boulder when she realized both Kevin and Becky were working on air that night, just as they had with her four days earlier. The remote control now trembling in her manicured right hand, Cathy couldn't move her thumb to switch the television off. Feeling a voyeuristic grip invisibly clutch her entire body, Cathy couldn't help but stare at Becky and Kevin each time the camera turned towards them. An instant and stirring sense of deja-vu wafted like an ionized fog through Cathy's body. The sound she'd committed to memory of the two young lovers having sex in the shower reverberating now inside her head as she watched them demonstrate the ellipticals on live TV, Cathy's right hand silently disappeared under the covers before coming to rest on the front of the silk pajama bottoms she often wore to bed. It didn't take long before the musky wetness percolating inside Cathy's vagina began to leech through the material of her panties, coating her long pale fingers. "Door's closed...no one will ever know," she told herself before easing the notes off her lap then sliding deeper down under the covers. Slipping her fingertips under the elastic band of her pajama bottoms once she was comfortable, Cathy never took her eyes off the TV as she reached over with her left hand and turned off the light on the nightstand. The room bathed now in nothing but the glow coming from the television screen, Cathy gently began dipping her fingers one at a time into her buttery and fizzing quim. "This is soooo wrong," she cringed to herself watching one of her friends and fellow female hosts from the network do her on-air presentation while Cathy had her own right hand shamefully buried inside her underwear. Any guilt was shelved for the moment when the camera turned back towards Becky and Kevin, each visibly sweating as they went through their paces on the exercise equipment up for sale. Even though she'd masturbated numerous times in her own bed, no one had ever been home at the time, and she certainly didn't have the TV tuned into the very network she worked. Her fingers gradually basting in her own dripping juices, Cathy turned her head to take a mili-second look just to make sure the bedroom door was closed before committing herself fully to what she was about to do. Satisfied she was safe in her endeavor, Cathy turned her full attention back to the TV and trained her laser-like focus on the two young models on the screen. An extended, "MMMM..AAAHHHH," rolled from Cathy's throat, and her crotch began to rotate seductively under the covers once she'd hurled herself down that slippery slope. Digging her heels into the mattress, Cathy could hear the sound of her fingers sloshing through her dripping cunt as she watched Becky and Kevin on the screen. Juxtaposing the image in front of her with the memorized sound of them having sex from the other night in her head, Cathy felt the most unique and surreal sensation bubbling through the gristle of her body. Often visualizing a random man she might have met that day, someone from her past, or any one of a number of her stand-by sexual triggers when she masturbated, what she was experiencing now took everything to a completely different dimension. Laying there in bed, literally taking voyeuristic liberty with the two young models, ever pore in Cathy's body tingled when she began imagining herself having sex with both of them. Knifing her fingers rapidly through her throbbing vulva, it looked as if a wolverine was spinning under the sheets as Cathy frigged herself towards release. While she had to get her nut as quickly as possible a few days earlier eavesdropping on Becky and Kevin in the shower, Cathy could now take her time building up to orgasm while her Husband slept downstairs. Alternating the speed and savagery of her self manipulations, out of sheer awkwardness, Cathy found herself slowing her fingers whenever the camera panned away from Becky and Kevin on the equipment and back to her fellow female host. "I won't be able to look her in the eye the next time I see her in the hallway," Cathy cringed before slipping back into her erotic trance as soon as the two models were back on screen. In that moment it was lost on Cathy that she was doing the very same thing that had so grossed her out when she accidentally discovered one of her Son's friends might have masturbated to her when she was on TV. Her right hand cupped like a grappling hook against her crotch, with almost blinding speed Cathy jabbed her middle and ring fingers in and out of her cunt while grazing her thumb across the tip of her raised clitoris. Grinding her behind into the mattress below, Cathy stared straight into the television, picturing herself sandwiched between Becky and Kevin that night in the shower. Seeing their muscles on screen repeatedly flex and fire as the unsuspecting couple worked out on the equipment, in the recesses of Cathy's mind she imagined herself snared between the two, allowing the young couple to rub their strong and probing hands all over her body. The sheet and bedspread crumpled on top of her, Cathy could feel her own wetness splattering against her hand each time she pumped her fingers in and out of her flooded fissure. "Uh...Uh.....Uh....UHHH......UUUHHHHHH," the volume and urgency of Cathy's gasps increased until she was forced to grind her teeth together to keep from waking the house. All that bottled up energy finally detonated a minute or so later, giving Cathy Northfield the distinct feeling of someone that had dove on top of a grenade just before it exploded when she came. Her head tilted, now staring at Becky and Kevin through her barely slitted eyes as the tremors of her release pounded like a drum through her body, Cathy kept her hand buried deep between her thighs as she curled up in a fetal position on her side. Pinching and darting her fingers across every square inch of her spasming pussy, Cathy laid there in an almost seizure-like state imagining Kevin's cock buried deep inside her cunt while Becky simultaneously reached around her from behind, tweaking Cathy's nipples as she kissed Cathy on the neck. Her body sprawled sideways on the bed, Cathy wallowed in that glorious state for several minutes. Finally managing to reach over to the remote and click the tv off, Cathy laid in the dark, completely drained but fulfilled, her mind once again drifting back to her old friend Jeri, and the illicit avenues she might offer. _______________________________ Jeri was about as shocked as anyone could be when she took the call from Cathy Northfield wanting to meet for cocktails one afternoon. It had been nearly five years since the two had been close, and a lot of water had flowed over falls. For starters she was now Jeri Shaw, not Jeri Littles. Finding out Jeri had divorced then re-married didn't surprise Cathy, especially when Jeri let on the guy was much older and a lot richer than her previous Husband. Sitting in a corner booth at posh Florida bar, even though the two women were vibrant, well dressed and extremely attractive, they couldn't have been more of a mis-matched pair. Career driven and family oriented, Cathy had a much more genuine and polished aura necessary to be the TV personality and salesperson she'd become over the years. Jeri, on the other hand, had developed into the quintessential uber wannabe Sunshine-state socialite, complete with a multi-millionaire second Husband with one foot in the grave. A socialite however with very keen feminine intuition. For Cathy to go through as much trouble as she did to find her new number and set up a date after a half decade out of touch, Jeri assumed she must be searching for something. "I don't do coke anymore," she managed to slip into the casual conversation in case Cathy was looking for a dealer to score. "It's something a little more complicated than that," Cathy offered once the two women had exhausted their trivial small-talk. By the time Cathy finally finished beating around the bush and told Jeri why she'd invited her for cocktails, Jeri had to motion to the waiter to bring her another stiff drink as she absorbed what Cathy told her. "All this time and you're finally curious to see what the 'lifestyle' is all about? Did Stan put you up to this? " Jeri asked, knowing more times than not it was the Husband who opened this particular can of worms. "No...just me..he doesn't have a clue and I want to keep it that way," Cathy offered soberly. "Things haven't been the best for us for a year or so..it's been a gradual process...stuff I really don't want to get into but it seems like lately all the planets have been aligning and I started thinking about you." "...Uh...Huh," was all Jeri could manage as she cocked her head and studied Cathy, trying to convince herself it was the same woman she used to know sitting across from her. "I'm assuming with your job..you're looking for something ultra discreet?" Jeri finally shifted forward to continue the conversation. "Yeah..that's been one of the biggest hang-ups in trying to search out something on my own..God knows even a town this big..everyone it seems still knows each other," Cathy almost whispered as she did what she could not to make direct eye contact with Jeri. "I might have just the type of thing you're looking for actually,' Jeri's eyes lit up as she leaned in closer to Cathy and placed her right hand gently around Cathy's wrist. ___________________________________ "God..I don't know if I can go through with this," Cathy bit her lip and groaned as she sat in the passenger seat of Jeri Shaw's parked Jag. Staring down the extended driveway at all the other cars along with edge, Cathy could almost smell the affluence surrounding her as she watched several couples make their way up to the front door of the easily three million dollar home before being allowed inside. "Are you sure no one here's gonna recognize me?" Cathy looked over to Jeri and asked, as if looking for any way out of the situation she'd created for herself. "Cathy..I know your on TV but it isn't like your on 'Dancing with the Stars' or anything..you work for a home shopping network. These people here shop at Macy's and Bloomingdale's..they wouldn't be caught dead ordering anything off television," Jeri re-assured Cathy. "Besides..you're gonna have doctors and lawyers in there along with every other flavor of businessmen with their wives and significant others. Everything is based on total discretion..everyone in there has something to lose. I've been coming here on and off for 10 years and we all hve enough dirt on each other to bring this entire city down if anyone made a scene." "Besides Cathy," Jeri playfully added, " with all that make-up you wear on tv, no one would recognize you without it anyway." "Well that makes me feel better," Cathy just shook her head and took the ribbing. "So before we go in..I told you about the ground rules..just leave your cellphone here in the car..no cameras..when we're inside the woman has final say as to what does or doesn't happen. There are going to be about a dozen or so rooms once we're inside along with the lounge where everyone can sort of hang out together and get comfortable..each one of those rooms has a different sort of theme or kink," Jeri softly laid out to Cathy about what to expect inside. "If the door is propped all the way open, anyone can come in...if its cracked that means the people inside don't mind if you watch..if it's closed then that basically means 'do not disturb'," she added. "OK," Cathy nodded her head, feeling as if she was going on some sort of X-rated field trip in school. "Now you mentioned you didn't want to have sex with anyone..that you just wanted to watch," Jeri smiled. "Yeah," Cathy replied. "That's OK isn't it?" "Oh yeah..there will be plenty of people there just like you..we'll see how well you're able to handle the temptation..you're going to be hit on by some pretty attractive men and women," Jeri warned. A foreboding wave of angst swept through Cathy's belly but she opened her door as soon as Jeri did, then walked side by side with her friend towards the secluded mansion. Not exactly poor herself, Cathy still had to gasp from the luxury and elegance once she sat one foot inside the house. From the first breath she took, Cathy's lungs filled with the sweetest scent of peppermint incense, along with several other enticing aromas, not the least of which was a hint of human arousal permeating the ornate surroundings. Cathy couldn't help but smile when she saw the way many of the patrons' eyes lit up the second they saw Jeri walk into the room, almost as if she was a star in their circle. Feeling like a third wheel as Jeri went around saying 'hello' to everyone, it didn't take Cathy long to start feeling the weight of several stares on her as well. Unprepared for the gravity of such a sexually charged situation, Cathy couldn't help but feel a scarlet blush leech across her cheeks and neck. "Gotta be her first time at a place like this," most of the eyes sizing Cathy up could easily guess. Reaching down to nervously twist the wedding ring on her finger as she often did when she was uncomfortable, a rushing tide of anxiety washed through her stomach. She almost had to ask Jeri where the bathroom was but after mustering ever ounce of poise she could, Cathy swallowed hard and continued following her friend around the room, making introductions. There were upwards of 18-20 people scattered across the spacious living room, mostly married couples with a handful of single guys hanging out as if waiting for something to come their way. Everyone was dressed upscale but casual, as if prepared to get naked in a hurry if the opportunity presented itself. Since Cathy knew she wasn't going there for any shared physical activity, she'd wore a nice pair of black slacks along with a sleeveless, sequined top that showed off her arms and shoulders, the two parts of her body she was most proud off at her age with all the time she spent working out. Despite Jeri's sarcastic remark about all the make-up Cathy wore on television, Cathy had decided earlier in the evening not to put too much on, creating an almost reverse disguise for herself. Stealing a peek in one of the mirrors that adorned the living room walls, Cathy could honestly say she looked nothing like the woman that often walked out on stage on TV. Even though she tried to be discreet, she couldn't help trying to see if she recognized any of the participants there from her ventures out into the community, as well as gauging to see if any of them recognized her. Feeling somewhat safe in her stealth, she couldn't get over how relaxed everyone seemed. Obviously the fact that Jeri had brought her, and vouched for her, put Cathy in good stead with the group. Cathy spent the better part of the next 30 minutes drinking as many vodka and cranberry juices as she could to settle her nerves as she made small talk. There was quite an erotic tingle however each time one of the other couples would get up and disappear upstairs, often taking another couple with them, or on a few occasions one of the single guys, several of which were barely old enough to be her son. Even though everyone was quite polite about it, Cathy could also feel several eyes in the room sizing her up like raw meat, and despite the fact she was only there to watch, Cathy did feel a twinge of strange jealousy when no one came over to try and put the moves on her. "Let's get up and take a look around," Jeri leaned forward in her seat and prodded Cathy once she felt like everyone had warmed to the newbie she'd brought to the party. "You dipped your toe in the water Cathy..let's see how far into the deep end you're ready to tread," Jeri joked to her visibly nervous friend. "I don't know..I didn't bring my bathing suit," Cathy giggled. "Oh don't worry..they have no problem with skinny dipping around here," Jeri instantly shot back. With that the two women made their way upstairs to the approving stares of everyone they'd just been talking to. ___________________________ Showstopper Ch. 02 The faint whiff of primal arousal Cathy smelt downstairs grew with each successive step she took until it nearly caused her eyes to water once she reached the second floor landing. Cathy could see the stairway led to a third floor but she shuddered contemplating what may lie up there considering how densely the pheromones saturated the air in front of her. Following Jeri as she walked down the regal, carpeted hallway, Cathy couldn't help but think her friend looked just like a sleek animal on the prowl as she began describing what was taking place in each room they passed. "Over there is the couple's room where they can watch each other or swap if they want..the room right there on the right..that's the bi-curious room where most of the guys and gals can go in and sort of feel things out so to speak..right beside it is the lesbian room..I might take a little dip in there before we leave," Jeri proceeded to reel off room after room as if she was some sort of X-rated Disney tour guide to a totally dumbfounded Cathy. "That's the S & M room a little further up on the left," Jeri had just said before the sound of a mewing female scream pierced through the closed door. "You might want to work your way up before daring to go in there," she laughed to Cathy, who only shook her head in agreement. "And let's see ...the room at the far end of the hall is the cuckold room...where men can watch their wives get it on with other men..needless to say that room gets quite a workout," Jeri pointed as smiled. "Are you sure you didn't want to bring Stan?" "My God..this is unbelievable," Cathy gulped then sighed, her head swimming now as the aroma of sexual release swirled like invisible smoke around her. Jeri continued to talk but Cathy started to feel like everything was happening in slow motion around her as she panned her head side to side. She could see most of the doors in the hallway were closed, implying the occupant's desire for privacy, but there were several that were partially or all the way open and the urge to take a peek inside one of them caused the butterflies in Cathy's belly to stir and take flight. "Here Cathy...come here and have a look," Jeri's voice startled Cathy back to reality a few seconds later. Seeing Jeri wave from the half opened door of the cuckold room, against her better judgment Cathy blushed as she stepped forward. From that moment on, her life would never quite be the same. _________________________ Leaning her head over Jeri's shoulder to get a look inside the room, a million random sensations immediately crested through Cathy's body. While she'd had sex plenty of times herself since her late teens, this was the very first time Cathy had ever witnessed two other people engaged in the coital act. She hadn't so much as every watched a porno in her life, and even though she'd imagined people having sex with her, or with each other plenty of times in her head, it was nothing compared to the visceral poignancy of seeing it up close and real. Feeling goosebumps race across her flesh as she rested her dropped jaw on Jeri's right shoulder, Cathy could see the back of a naked man kneeling on the bed, thrusting forward doggystyle into a woman on her knees in front of him. Due to the young man's size, there was no way for Cathy to get a good look at the woman he was fucking but Cathy could tell she was there by the repeated moans squealing from her throat. Casting her dazed eyes around the room, Cathy visibly shuddered when she saw an older, balding man sitting directly beside the bed, less than two feet from the thrashing couple. "It has to be that woman's Husband," Cathy gasped to herself remembering what Jeri had said that particular room was used for. It took awhile, but Cathy's shock gradually began to wear off. When it did, all the sights and sounds surrounding her began to sink in. The rattle of the bedsprings straining under the collective weight of the couple was the first thing to seep into Cathy's head. The longer she held her breath and listened, the more Cathy swore she could hear the sound of the guy's balls slapping into the married woman's wet cunt each time he rammed her from behind. Looking down at the older man crouched beside the bed, Cathy could see his eyes widen each time the younger man connected with a violent forward thrust into his helpless Wife. "Does it feel good, Baby?" Cathy swore she could read the man's lips as he tried whispering to his spastic bride. Still peeking down over Jeri's shoulder, Cathy couldn't help but see the way her friends chest was rising and falling as she intently looked on as well. "It's something to see up close, isn't it?" Jeri muttered back to her Cathy when she felt her friend huddled against her back. "..My.....God..," was all Cathy could manage as the entrancing sexual interlude played out in front of her. "That's Justin," Jeri cooed back to Cathy, in a voice that hinted that she might have been in the same spot a time or two that the woman currently moaning on the bed was in. "The boy can fuck like a horse," Jeri added a few seconds later to confirm it for Cathy. Her face already beet red, Cathy felt yet another tremor of shock when she looked down and saw the woman's Husband pull his dick from his pants and begin pumping the small but very hard appendage in his right hand as his Wife got plowed royally in front of him. "GODDDDDDDDDDD... GODDDDDDDDDDD.. MMMMMMMMAAHHH," the woman's groaning voice rose through the room and filtered down the hallway. Concentrating on every visual detail in front of her, Cathy could even see each of the woman's 10 toes flex and flare on her bouncing feet as Justin made her cum. Feeling the heat radiating from Jeri's body, it almost seemed as if she was somehow sharing an unspoken kinship with the woman convulsing on the bed. Stealing a peek down Jeri's chest, Cathy winced seeing just how erect and noticeable Jeri's nipples were through her top. Before she could take another breath however, Cathy realized hers were just as hard. ________________________________ "Justin.....Justin....How many Justin's do I know?" the bookwormish part of Cathy's brain thumbed through the rolodexes of her memory, trying to subconsciously connect dots her consciousness wasn't quite ready to see. Allowing that small part of her brain to wander off on it's own, Cathy kept her searing focus on the sinewy muscles in Justin's back, thighs and rear end constricting and pulsing as he neared orgasm himself. "Want me to cum inside her?" she could hear him mumble down to her Husband beside the bed. Getting the go-ahead, Justin eagerly clenched his hands tight over the married woman's ass and increased the velocity of his thrusts into her loudly squishing cunt. "URRGGHH...UURRGGHHH..UURGGHHHH," Justin's growls increased over the next minute until the boiling white seed in his bloated balls was basting the depths of the much older woman's thirsty womb. Feeling Jeri's entire body tense then tremble in front of her, Cathy found herself grasping at the frame of the door just to keep herself stable on her own suddenly knocking knees. "What should I do now?" Cathy asked herself as she watched the young man lean forward and kiss the shivering woman on the back of the neck before dismounting her. Transfixed by the way the woman collapsed face first from exhaustion on the mattress when the young stud finally pulled back and removed his cock, Cathy knew she should politely turn and just walk away as Justin stepped off the bed and started to turn to reach for his clothes. The last thing Cathy wanted was for a complete stranger like him to turn around and see just how disheveled she'd become after witnessing what he was capable of in bed. The only problem was Cathy didn't turn away quite fast enough, and Justin wasn't exactly a stranger... Part 3 soon... Showstopper Ch. 03 When Cathy Northfield arrived at the Shop Anytime Network over a decade earlier, she'd started out as the low woman on the totem pole. There was a definite preferred status for the more tenured hosts, especially since they were the ones who'd generally built up more trust and rapport with the viewers, and thus more sales when they were on the air. Cathy would steadily work herself up to that level, but she had to put in years worth of overnight and holiday shifts to earn the prime-time spots she worked now. One of the women that had been at the top of the food-chain when Cathy first arrived, and was still there today was a lady named JoAnn Leavitt. Elegant and supremely polished with a quick wit and near photographic ability to do presentations without any notes, she'd become an institution at Shop Anytime. And even though she never had to outwardly speak of her place, it was clear in the way JoAnn carried herself. During her early days at the network, Cathy pretty much tip-toed in awe around JoAnn. That's not to say she wasn't helpful to Cathy, many of the traits she now possessed on-air was a direct result of advice she'd gotten from her mentor, but even to this day she'd never quite felt comfortable socially around JoAnn. She knew JoAnn had three kids, an older Daughter and two younger Sons. The middle child had been in his teens when Cathy started at the station but had gone off and joined the Army right before 9-11 of all times. Cathy even remembered taking part in prayer groups with her co-workers when he had been shipped on his missions to Afghanistan and later Iraq. Thankfully he'd come home unscathed and between all the other drama in the world and her life, Cathy had kind of lost touch with the goings on in JoAnn's life over time. All that changed at a little after 10 in the upstairs bedroom of a mansion hosting an discrete adult get-together Cathy had stumbled into. JoAnn Leavitt's now 25 year old Son, Justin was standing completely naked in front of her, his eyes locked on her as the woman he'd just fucked into oblivion tried catching her breath on the bed below. Her throat clogged and her knees quickly turning to oatmeal, Cathy tried reaching over to Jeri for help, but her arms just wouldn't move. "Hey Justin..impressive work," Jeri smiled and winked at the naked man in front of her, giving him props for the sexual carnage he'd just wrought on the married couple on the bed. "I might be back around later..an old friend of mine wants me to join her over in the all-ladies room..this is another old friend of mine..Cathy...maybe you two could talk for awhile..get to know each other...," Jeri added, having no clue in a strange way, they already did. Before she could say anything else, the other woman that had crept up behind Jeri had whisked her away to the lesbian room down the hall. Frozen in the doorway, Cathy struggled to lean sideways, allowing the married couple that Justin had just serviced to leave the room and head back downstairs. "This is certainly awkward," Justin offered with a calmness Cathy wasn't quite expecting once the two were alone. "....Ahh...no kidding," Cathy muttered in return, a nuclear heat raging in her body as she struggled not to look at the boy she hadn't really seen in 7 or 8 years. Wringing her hands as she leaned against the door, the only spot on Justin that Cathy felt any sort of comfort staring at was his chin. If she looked in his eyes, Cathy was reminded who Justin was. If she looked anywhere lower than his chin, Cathy was abruptly reminded what she, herself, had become. "You want to close the door?" Justin prodded after a few lingering moments of painful silence. "Close it with me inside..or out?" Cathy's eyes seemed to question even though deep down, she knew the answer. And there she was, at yet another fork in her moral road, this one easily bigger than all the other ones put together. Before she could raise her feet to slide one way or the other, Justin swept across the floor like a sleek jungle cat, nudged her aside slightly and closed the door, leaving Cathy alone in the room with him. "Is your Husband here with you?" Justin slipped a few feet away from Cathy to give her some space, then asked. "..Uh....No," Cathy stuttered as if in a complete and utter fog. "I came with Jeri...ah..my ah...Husband..he doesn't even know." "What would you Mother say about this?" the rational part of Cathy's brain wanted to scream to Justin at the top of her lungs, but her tongue was lodged in concrete. Instead she just stood there as if waiting for the naked young man in front of her to suddenly say, "Surprise..you're on Candid Camera" or something. Justin was content to just stand there, allowing the weight of silence hanging in the room to push Cathy in whatever direction she needed to go. "Jeri doesn't know who your Mother is, does she?" Cathy croaked, desperately trying to fill the missing voids in her sudden and stunning quandary. "No..she doesn't know anything about me personally..I'm just a play-thing for her..just a dick basically," Justin replied without a hint of shame. A broadcast professional by trade who prided herself on her poise, Cathy was eerily struck by Justin's composure as he stood there naked, content to make small talk as another woman's vaginal cream glistened like heavy dew on his swinging cock. And to Cathy's horror, he made no attempt to try covering himself. "...How long have you...been doing ..this?" Cathy dazedly asked, still doing her best not to look directly at the 6 foot 4 inch, 215 pound wedge of muscle and intent standing in front of her. "About 4 years," Justin replied. "Got mixed up in all this by accident up in Georgia when I was home between deployments. Came across an ad online, met a couple, evidently they liked the experience and told a few people in their social circle. Someone turned me on to a few of these types of clubs here in the southeast including the one here tonight." "How did YOU get mixed up in all this?" Justin desperately wanted to ask Cathy but knew she was too fragile to go into that much detail. "Are you going to join Jeri down the hall?" he asked instead with a sly grin. "No," Cathy quickly shot back. "I'm ...not like that." "What are you like then?" Justin nodded his head like a lawyer on cross and asked. "How long did you watch me with Mrs. Schmidt?" he prodded as scent of sex from his previous conquest continued to hang in the room "Long enough," Cathy choked before rotating her eyes first to the closed door, then down to the floor before finally coming to rest on the messed up bed where Justin and the married woman had done the deed. The way Cathy pensively peeked initially towards the door then down to the bed told Justin everything he needed to know. Having been at this 'hobby' for a few years, he'd come to understand the gradual melting down of a woman's will-power in Cathy's situation, especially if she was doing something like this for the very first time. The simple fact she'd brought herself to a place such as the party that night clearly spoke to a curiosity and desire for something more in her life. It didn't matter if Cathy had been someone he'd known since he was 15, or a long time co-worker of his Mother's, just like all his previous conquests, at her core Cathy was simply a woman in need, waiting for just the right push over the edge. Inhaling as he took a few steps closer, the self trained dog that he was, it didn't take long for Justin to pick up the scent of arousal building between Cathy's legs. Turning her head away from the bed and back towards Justin when she sensed his approach, Cathy clumsily tried lifting her hands to shield him away. Any attempt at deflecting his advances quickly dissolved however the instant his huge hands came to rest on each of her bare upper arms. "GAAHH," Cathy winced, her body nearly eclipsed now by Justin's towering frame Feeling Cathy's scattered breath wash across his pectoral muscles as he gazed patiently down at her, Justin gracefully eased his fingers down the smooth and clammy skin of Cathy's arms before locking them around each side of her waist. His nostrils flaring as Cathy's enticing perfume filled his senses, Justin allowed the anxiety seeping from the older woman's pores to fuel his arousal, just as he'd done with countless other women in this position. If the instant of sexual release was 7th Heaven for Justin, the moment he literally felt a woman's surrender in his very own hands was a close second. Even though he'd spent many a day on a battlefield with bullets and RPG's whizzing by his skull, it was nothing compared to the incredulous feeling of power that came when a woman who had everything to lose gave herself to him. The fact it was a woman he'd known since high school only added to the serendipitous surrealism of the moment. Like any trained soldier however, Justin girded himself and did what he'd been taught by nature to do. In a flash he nudged Cathy backwards until she was flat against the closed bedroom door. A whooshing, "UHHH", gushed from Cathy's throat the instant her back made contact with the door. Keeping her eyes shut for the time being, Cathy found it much easier to digest it all in her self-imposed darkness. She knew if this had been in the light of day, in any other environment, there would be no way she'd ever allow it to happen. Between the alcohol, the depravity of her surroundings not to mention the centuries worth of primal hardwiring in the deepest fissures of her brain, something uncontrollable inside Cathy had taken over and she was powerless to stop it. Within a few seconds she could feel the front button of her tailored black slacks snap undone. Her shoulder blades flush against the unforgiving door behind her, Cathy was left with no choice but to put her hands down on each of Justin's large shoulders to balance herself as he crouched down in front of her. Feeling the tension in the waist of her pants loosen when he began to unzip them, Cathy turned her head to the side and clenched her eyes even harder shut in an effort not to see what Justin was about to do. It didn't take long for Cathy's heart to lodge in her throat when she felt the young man's fingertips brush back and forth against the bare skin of her belly and side. Chattering a prayer over and over inside her head, Cathy whimpered out loud when, in one calm and calculated effort, Justin pulled her pants and underwear straight down, leaving her naked from her knees to her waist. Pushing the bottom of the blouse aside, Justin knelt there and admired the view of Cathy Northfield's exposed vagina. Cathy didn't fathom just how wet she gotten down there until the coolness from the air-conditioned room hit her swollen vulva. Feeling as if millions on tiny icicles were pricking her skin, Cathy tilted her head back and sighed when Justin's warm breath washed across her exposed genitals. "..Jus...Justin....what are you doing...?" Cathy trembled in a last ditch effort to make some sense of the situation. "Just what you want," he looked up and smiled from his knees without missing a beat. Steadily working Cathy's pants and panties over her knees and down her calves as she rolled her head side to side against the door, Justin was content for the moment simply inhaling the billowing scent coming from the blooming feminine flower in front of him. "I love watching a woman's knees shake when I do this," Justin whispered up to Cathy in a measured but cock-sure tone just before kissing the insides of Cathy trim and well toned thighs. A quivering yelp immediately slipped from Cathy's lips and reverberated through the room when the young man's lips traced warmly back and forth several times between her right and left leg. Digging her fingernails roughly into Justin's shoulders, Cathy fought to keep her feet stable on the floor once she realized her pants were all the way down to her ankles. Involuntarily shaking when Justin pulled back, Cathy attempted to catch her breath as she waited for him to move in again. Instead, Justin just knelt there as if teasing her as he watched the way Cathy grinded her ass back and forth against the door. Her eyes still shut, Cathy could feel both of Justin's hands resting now on the front of her upper thighs and before she could stop herself, she dropped her soft hands down on top of his. "UUAAAAAHHHH," Cathy shrieked out a few seconds later when Justin leaned in once again and closed his lips around her pink and puffed labia. Since she hadn't planned on taking part in any direct sexual activity at the party, Cathy didn't waste her time shaving herself down there. Even though it didn't seem to bother Justin one iota, Cathy cringed and chided herself for not looking pristine for him. The sensation of Justin's fingers sweeping through her angelic, dark blonde pubic fleece as he rubbed and chewed his lips around the outer rim of her cunt quickly brought Cathy up on the toes of her shoes, and she was forced to put both her hands squarely on top of his head to hold on for dear life. Perched like that for nearly a minute, Cathy gradually found herself succumbing to some sort of strange sexual hypnosis as Justin carefully painted every square inch of her privates with his long and angular tongue. After all that teasing, she was jolted back to reality when Justin swiped his thumb across the all too noticeable nub of her inflamed clit. "UUHHHAAHHGGAAWWDD," Cathy shuddered, realizing the young man at her feet now had control over every aspect of her body. Before she could stop herself, Cathy finally opened her eyes and looked down. What she saw fascinated, frightened and aroused her all al the same time. She could see the top of Justin's closely cropped, crew-cut styled hair as she rested her own 10 fingers back on top of his head. She could also see his handsome, chiseled face wedged all the way up against her damp crotch and could feel a jolting shiver work its way up and down her spine each time the tip of his nose grazed across her clitoris. Craning her head forward, Cathy could see the way the glowing pink petals of her labia were caressing the sides of Justin's cheeks as he worked his tongue steadily deeper into her frothing womb. Seeing her pants and panties down around her feet along with the way her tanned legs were bracketing his immense frame, Cathy knew she was stuck right where she was for as long as Justin wanted. Closing her eyes once her curiosity was satisfied, Cathy was content to gently knead her fingers into the young man's scalp as the sound of his eager vaginal feeding filled her ears. It took a few minutes, but Cathy was suddenly overtaken by the sensation of flight. "Is this what true sexual bliss feels like?" she found herself asking before she opened her eyes once again and saw that Justin had in fact lifted her into the air and was carrying her towards the bed, the entire time never once removing his mouth from the velvet and dripping sheath of her vagina. Spinning around the intimately lit room in Justin's arms, Cathy wrapped her hands tight around his neck until he deposited her down on the bed. Cathy could instantly feel the sweaty warmth on the messed up sheets from what had happened there 10 minutes earlier, but Justin didn't give her time to contemplate anything but her immediate future. Looking up at Justin through the blurred haze of her light deprived eyes, Cathy could see the shiny traces of her own arousal clinging to the young man's lips and chin as he leaned down to slip her high heels off. Watching him work her pants down as well, Cathy felt a guilty wave of embarrassment sweep through her when she saw how easily she lifted her feet into the air to allow him access to do it. Naked now from the waist down, Cathy's gaze quickly filled with the image of Justin jutting erection, pointing like a fleshy club towards the ceiling as he stared hungrily down at her. Grabbing at the pillow behind her head, Cathy trembled and twitched on the mattress as Justin eased around the bed and took his place beside her. Her body instinctively nuzzling closer to Justin to absorb his virile warmth, Cathy felt her head swoon when he leaned in and began kissing her softly, but insistently, on the neck. Intertwining her naked legs around his once he was all the way beside her, Cathy fully expected Justin to begin stripping her of her blouse, but he had something much different in mind. With the deft touch of a magician, Justin scooped his right arm around Cathy and before she could blink, pulled her body on top of his. Kissing her several times on the lips, in essence paralysing her as she tettered towards the abyss, Justin cinched his hands around the 41 year old woman's thighs and towed her up the length of his body. Manipulating Cathy's raggish weight until he had her positioned just right, Justin placed the married woman's steaming crotch directly above his face before gently lowering it down. Her head swaying back and forth on her rubbery neck as she trembled in Justin's powerful grip, Cathy let out a long and gut-wrenching moan when she felt the young man's mouth press once again into her throbbing womb. Cathy's spine instantly turned to jelly feeling Justin's clear determination to finish what he started on the floor by the bedroom door. Resting her knees to each side of Justin's head as he chewed and churned his lips deeper into her splayed vagina, Cathy reached out and clamped her hands around the bed's antique headboard. Feeling her heart pound violently in her chest, Cathy nuzzled her thighs against the warmth of Justin's cheeks, and felt the slippery trail of her own arousal leaking free with each stroke of the young man's lapping tongue. Justin's dark, penetrating eyes locked on her's as he looked up, Cathy was faced with the undeniable fact of her own infidelity. To make matters infinitely worse, she knew the fallout that would come considering who she was being unfaithful with. Despite the obvious taboo of it all, somehow Cathy was able to fight back the complicated mess of feelings colliding inside her and place them into some sort of internal locked box as she steadied her breathing and rythemicly began riding Justin's face. Whatever the pitfalls that would certain lie ahead, the only thing Cathy could do at that moment was savor the gift Justin was bringing her with every ounce of appreciation she had. "Stan doesn't even put his mouth down there anymore..the Sonofabitch has cheated on me over and over..he hasn't even said 'I love you' in over a year!" the most selfish part of Cathy's psyche tried justifying her marital betrayal any way it could. Keeping her left hand, the one with her wedding band still on it, clenched tightly over the edge of the headboard, Cathy gradually lowered her right hand down and massaged it through the prickly layer of Justin's crew-cut as he ruthlessly ate her out. "You put yourself in this position by coming here," Cathy's conscience chided, her entire body feeling now like a stick of butter melting on top of a skillet. "You had to know it would come to this!" And come it did. Whether it was the sheer and simple flesh on flesh physics of Justin's mouth devouring her quim, or the innate need to extract as much joy from the encounter as she could considering all she'd risked, but Cathy Northfield had the biggest, longest and most intense orgasm of her life as she humped up and down on Justin Leavitt's soaking wet face. Dropping both her hands off the headboard and placing them on top of Justin head as she writhed uncontrollably, it felt as if his tongue had turned into the rapidly spinning blades of a blender inside her screaming cunt. Bucking up and down on the 25 year old's unflinching jaw, Cathy quivered in his arms, feeling as if she'd become a rocket ready to explode off the launch pad of the young man's face. Her lust streaming steadily from her pussy as she trembled in the boy's bearhug, Cathy pressed her thighs together against Justin's cheeks, begging him without words to drain every bit of unshackled want from her loins. Showstopper Ch. 03 Keeping Cathy's crotch glued to his lips until she gradually started to go limp in his arms, Justin swallowed several times, in total disbelief he was literally tasting a woman he'd lusted after since his teenage years. All that would be fallout Justin would have to deal in the coming hours and days, but for the time being he was satisfied just laying there and feeling Cathy's body first list to the side, then collapse like a house of cards into a gasping and spent heap on top of his bare chest. _____________________________________ It was always an interesting few moments for Justin, right after getting a married woman off for the first time. In most cases, the Husband had been there and there usually seemed to be an awkward pall of guilt, relief and exhaustion that filled the room as the gravity of what had happened settled over everyone. Even though Cathy didn't have her Husband there, simply because of who she was and how long he'd known her, Justin didn't have a clue how she'd react. Not wanting to push the issue one little bit, he was content to just lay there with Cathy huddled in a ball on top of his chest, what little make-up she did wear that night now smeared comically across her face as she struggled to regain her breath. The taste of Cathy's orgasm heavy on his palate, Justin silently stroked his right hand through Cathy's dirty blonde hair as the salty and warm traces of her tears seeped out across his bare skin. Guiding his massaging hand further down her back, Justin took note that Cathy still had her blouse on even though she was stark naked from the waist down. Feeling the soft weight of her breasts resting on top of his barrel chest, Justin looked down and saw his cock still rising expectantly in the air, jutting at full attention. It would prove to be yet another fork in the road for Cathy. _________________________________ With Cathy laying there, still half naked after the paces he'd just put her through, Justin had no clue what her next move would be. The sobs could be construed in many ways, but he assumed they were a mixture of Cathy's shattered marital vows combined with who she'd broken them with. He figured at some point Cathy would silently pull herself up from his chest and start searching for her pants and shoes, making some sort of scattered plea as she put her clothes back on that none of this was to ever be spoken of again. Lazily resting his left arm behind his head as he continued to rub Cathy's back with his right, Justin knew the only obstacle standing between Cathy and her clothes was the formidable eight inch slab of manhood rising like a column from his crotch. He suddenly became fixated waiting to see if she could pass it by when she inevitably felt the urge to leave. "What do you think Jeri is up to down there hall?" Justin asked calmly, trying to keep some sort of dialogue going to keep the focus away from what had just happened between them, and to subtly remind Cathy how she ended up at the mansion in the first place. "Oh God..I can't even imagine," Cathy replied, her voice sounding as shaky and unsure as what her next move would be. "I really..ought..to get..up," Cathy eventually said, peeling her still spasming frame off Justin's chest as he raised his arm, giving her absolutely no resistance as she tried to forage the strength to stand. "....I.....this...," Cathy babbled, attempting on cue to go into crisis relief mode just as Justin had predicted, but before she could get her third word out, Justin saw how her smoky and dazed eyes fell on the raised fist of his shamelessly erect cock. From his previous experience with women in Cathy's position, Justin knew he had to keep the pressure on if he wanted to keep Cathy tumbling down that slippery path of want. Seeing the tremors of her bone jarring release still rippling through Cathy's body as she tried to turn around, Justin removed his left hand from behind his head and snaked it between her asscheeks. Rubbing at the swollen pulp of Cathy's cunt as she stared with glazed eyes down at his bulging prick, Justin kept his legs spread wide, patiently thumbing and fingering her slick vaginal fissure without saying a word. "Are you going to leave with that sitting in your way?" Justin's fingers tapped out what amounted to a crude and carnal Morse Code on the older woman's musky and swollen labia. On and on the subtle interplay went for nearly a minute until Justin saw Cathy finally brace her left hand against the edge of the mattress then lean in and reach towards his groin with her right. "OHMYGGGODDD," Justin moaned inside his head, feeling the women he'd lusted after for over ten years wrap her soft, tentative fingers around his fat dick. "You couldn't help grabbing it, could you?" Justin cockily asked at the precise moment he saw the vulnerability and want bubble to the surface on Cathy's beautiful, but distant, face. "Suck it," he told softly. "HolyFuckingShit," he mouthed to himself once again, raising his head off the pillow to get a good look as the women he'd seen on TV (and in person) countless dozens of times stretch her lips as far as she could then plunge them down on his raging cock. Rotating his fingers deep into Cathy as she gave him head, Justin spent several minutes just laying back and enjoying the surreal view. Watching his cock bulge Cathy's cheeks as she tried accommodating it, Justin felt a warm shiver work down his spine each time the married woman choked and grunted after trying to take in too much of his ample stalk. Reaching around with his right arm when he was felt his balls start to stir with life, Justin scooped his hand under Cathy's belly and pulled her body towards him until she was draped across his body in a classic 69 position. Using both his hands to spread Cathy's thighs apart, Justin smiled hungrily as he stared at her ass and vagina spread out life a buffet in front of him. Tracing his fingers along the edges of Cathy's distended labia, Justin nudged his head forward and plastered his mouth back down on the woman's steaming wet pussy. Justin immediately felt the rush of air from Cathy's lungs wash out across his groin the instant he began eating her out once again. Spending a few minutes dining on her cunt as she carefully and cautiously tried managing his manhood in her mouth, Justin eventually removed his well lubricated tongue from Cathy's snatch and slithered it a few inches higher. Cathy Northfield was about to experience a sensation she could have never imagined. _____________________ The feel of a live and virile cock jerking inside her mouth was something Cathy hadn't experienced in quite a long time. Perhaps it had been part of the reason her Husband had decided to stray the times he had. Straddling her knees to each side of the 25 year old stud's head as she rested her chest on the ridges of his abs, Cathy gladly bobbed her face up and down on the young man's groin, feeling a guilty and private twinge of accomplishment in the way it caused his body to almost vibrate beneath her. Trying to wrap her right hand all the way around the base of the throbbing and heated shaft of Justin's penis, Cathy couldn't believe it was so thick she couldn't make her fingers touch her thumb. Her pussy still buzzing from the joy he'd already given her, Cathy's bristled, and her core temperature rose when she felt him stick his mouth back down there. Making it her life's work at that moment, Cathy orally lavished his manhood in some sort of primal attempt to bring Justin the same pleasure he'd already brought her. Justin then did something that completely knocked Cathy off her tracks. Even though it had been a long, long time since anyone had placed their tongue on her aroused pussy, no one had even thought of doing what Justin did next. Her mouth still chalk full of his straining cock, Cathy felt an ionized charge of electricity shoot through her body when Justin swirled the tip of his tongue around the rim of her exposed and puckered anus. "AAHHHHHH," she gasped out loud, forced to pull her lips from Justin's dick as she buckled and tensed on top of him. Keeping her grip tight for the time being around the base of his vein laced shaft, Cathy saw a kalidescope of colors explode behind her clenched eyelids. "...Justin....ohhh....gaawwwdd..what ..are you..doing?," Cathy quivered, her rear end bucking backwards against Justin's face as he held her firmly by the waist. "MMMPPHHAAHHH," she could hear Justin's muffled voice slurping behind her as his tongue burrowed deeper into her virgin rectum. Pumping his dick with her right hand as she grinded her face into the sheets between Justin's outstretched feet, Cathy could feel the slick trail of her arousal leaking across the young man's chest as he gave her an introduction to analingus. Justin could tell from the way Cathy was whimpering this was the first time she'd ever been exposed to such a thing, just as most of the women he encountered during his travels. He could tell how much Cathy was enjoying it however from the sheer volume of moisture leaking from her pussy and painting his pecs. Thankfully for Justin, he'd blown his load with the women he was fucking when Cathy first peeked her head in the room. With that initial edge off, Justin knew he could partake in as much foreplay as Cathy could handle without busting his nut until he was good and ready. Screwing his tongue all the way inside Cathy's tight and trembling asshole until his lips had formed a vacuum seal around her anus, Justin couldn't help but marvel at how firm Cathy asscheeks were for a woman her age. He'd fucked a lot of older women since he'd stumbled into the swing scene, many quite beautiful, others not so much, but to have a woman of Cathy's beauty, ilk and prominence clawing at the mattress with one hand as she stroked his cock with the other was simply too much for Justin to comprehend. The fact that he'd known her since being a pimply faced high school student only added to his sublime disbelief. Sensing the complete control he had over Cathy's fate at that moment, an overwhelming urge came over Justin to fuck her right there on the spot. Leaning back until his mouth seperated from Cathy's rear end, he couldn't help but smile when he heard the gasp of disappointment gush from her throat. Wasting no time raising the married woman's arms, Justin quickly jerked Cathy's blouse over her head before slipping his fingers around the rear snap of her black lace bra. Quickly un-doing the clasps, Justin gently slipped the straps over Cathy's tanned and flawless shoulders before tossing it aside. Lavishing kisses up and down her spine until Cathy nearly turned to pudding on top of his lap, Justin eventually nudged her forward a foot or so until the golf ball sized head his cock was angled just below the warmth radiating from Cathy's needy womb. On a certain level Cathy Northfield knew the full implication of what she was about to do. All she had to do was look down and see the wedding band on her left hand to remind her of that. It didn't matter that her Husband had pissed on those same vows on more than one occasion, it still didn't justify what she was about to allow to happen. She was naked in an upstairs bedroom with a young man 16 years her junior, her body straddled across his groin with her pussy resting directly over top his eager and ready cock. Cathy could feel Justin's insistent grip on her waist as he slowly pulled her crotch down on top of his. She certainly wasn't proud of what she was about to do, but coming to the party that night hadn't been about pride. Extending her hands out and wrapping them around each of Justin's meaty calves, Cathy bit her lower lip and bowed her back until the first man beside her Husband in over 22 years penetrated her. "UUMMMPPHH..AAAHHH," the Cathy grimaced, pressing her fingernails harder into the flesh of Justin's legs as he filled her in more ways than she could ever imagine. ___________________________ "I'm fucking Mrs. Northfield," Justin found himself laughing incredulously in his head as he rocked the 41 year old woman's cunt up and down on his jutting phallic sword. Even though Cathy was a longtime co-worker of his Mom's, a small time cable TV celebrity and up until a half hour ago, a faithful Wife, just like any other woman in heat, Cathy's pussy was creaming all over his hard cock until it saturated the entire girth in a bubbling white lather. His hands cinched around Cathy's waist, Justin sat halfway up with his back to the pillows, looking like the picture of relaxation as he manually pumped Cathy's cunt up and down on his throbbing prick. Admiring the way Cathy's vaginal flesh looked like a pink jellyfish clinging to his cock as he sawed it back and forth, Justin couldn't resist slipping both his thumbs down until they met at Cathy's freshly teased asshole. Seeing the way her shoulders hunched the instant he simultaneously dipped both his thumbtips back inside her, Justin stared on with evil fascination watching the muscles of her anus constrict around his buried digits. Massaging Cathy's rear end with his other eight fingers as he continued to ram his dick upwards inside her, Justin began to hear the tell-tale sounds of rough and dirty sex swirling through the room. The rattle of the bedsprings increasing in intensity each time he plunged his cock deeper into Cathy's womb, Justin couldn't fight the devilish urge to spank the older woman several times on the cheeks of her ass, just to remind her he was back there and in complete control. In the process it made everything seem more real when the reddish outline of his hand appeared across the married woman's bum. His initial wad of cum already swimming inside one of the women now socializing downstairs, Justin knew he could keep sticking it to Cathy for as long as she could take it. His skin crawling with goosebumps listening to the way Cathy whined and gasped between his feet, the ante of the situation was suddenly upped when he looked up and saw Cathy's friend Jeri peeking inside the bedroom door she'd just nudged open. Behind Jeri stood one of the other women she must have been with down the hall in the lesbian room, and Justin could clearly see both women were completely naked as they strained their necks to see what he was doing to Cathy on the bed...... Part 4 to come... Showstopper Ch. 04 Justin could tell from the way Cathy's muscles began twitching like falling dominos up and down her body, that she was on the verge of orgasm. Even if he closed his eyes, Cathy's impending release would have been clear from the way the married woman straddling his crotch was gasping loudly into the sheets below. His dick acting just like a shiver as Cathy anxiously hammered her cunt up and down on top of it, Justin made sure to keep the tips of his thumbs buried ever so slightly in the older woman's ass until she transformed into a writhing mess on top of him. Knowing it was probably in everyone's best interest to get Cathy off as quickly as possible before she surely would have lost the mood realizing her friend Jeri was standing in the doorway watching, Justin couldn't resist the powerful lure of tempting fate and raising the stakes even more. Just before pushing Cathy past the point of no return, Justin tightened his grip around Cathy's waist before whispering down to tell her he wasn't ready for her to cum just yet. "WHHAA...WWHHAAA," Cathy wailed without looking up, frustratedly burying her head even deeper between her arms as Justin pulled back, momentarily denying her the release she so badly needed. Edging upwards slightly, Justin made sure he kept his cock buried inside Cathy as he reached up to gently rub her back. Peeking over at Jeri and her naked friend as they watched from the door, Justin felt somewhat buoyed in his plan from the way the two women fidgeted as they looked on. "Shhh," Justin whispered reassuringly down to Cathy as she straddled limply across his lap. "I just wanted you and I to come at the same time...that's why I stopped," he told the visibly trembling woman before reaching his huge hands under her chest and squeezing her breasts several times. "Stay just like you are," Justin added before leaning back and resuming his steady upward thrusts into Cathy Northfield's soaked and gaping vagina. Turning his gaze quickly back to the women at the door, Justin felt a seismic tingle work its way down his spine when he saw Jeri slip her fingers down to her pussy and begin masturbating herself as she watched what he was doing to Cathy. Spending the next several minutes rebuilding his momentum inside the spastic woman draped across his crotch, Justin paid special attention keeping Cathy's head down and turned away from the spot Jeri, and the woman he would later discover to be Tamra, eagerly watched every move he made. It didn't take long until his and Cathy's conjoined bodies took on the appearance of one rhythmic and perfectly morphed, sexual beast. The longer he fucked Cathy, the more Jeri and Tamra inevitably shifted in the doorway until Justin realized why Jeri had such a refreshingly dazed look in her eyes. Focusing on Jeri's fingers swirling through the feathery lips of her vagina, Justin suddenly saw the strap-on dildo that was secured around Tamra's waist. "She just fucked Jeri with that," Justin was almost sure of when he saw the glistening sheen of juices covering Tamra's large phallic spear. "HHMMMM," Justin hummed to himself, pondering the possibilities as he steadily shoved his cock deeper into Cathy's boiling quim. Sawing his prick in and out of Cathy until she was once again clawing at the sheets, Justin lost himself for a few seconds imagining how Cathy would look getting plowed by Tamra's strap-on, the same way Jeri apparently just had. The sound of his dick pillaging through Cathy's pussy now filling the room, Justin nodded for the two women at the door to sneak inside when he sensed the married woman on top of him was on the verge of release. Watching as both women flared out to each end of the bed, Justin couldn't help but be struck by the visual of Tamra's petite and ultra feminine body juxtaposed with the outline of the dildo jutting from her crotch as she took a spot directly behind his head. Jeri, on the other hand, took her place a few steps away from the foot of the bed in hopes that Cathy wouldn't detect her presence until the time was right. "MMMMMMM.....GGRRR..AAHHHHHHH," Justin's groans increased as he fucked Cathy, looking just like a jockey prodding a horse from the back of the pack in a desperate final push towards the finish line. "UUHH..UUHHHHH....AAHHHHHHHHH....AAHHHHHH," Cathy grunted helplessly, her muffled screams cascading through the room as she blindly balled her hands into fists into the crumpled sheets. Humping her pussy backwards against the younger man's cock in an unadulterated attempt to siphon the cum from his bloated balls, Cathy was forced to raise her head to breath as her orgasm twisted like a tornado through her spine. Her eyes still closed, Cathy would have probably collapsed right back down without looking if her senses hadn't been so heightened at that moment. Upon inhaling, she couldn't help but recognize the familiar scent of Jeri's perfume. Opening her eyes, Cathy was instantly met with the blurry outline of her naked friend crouched less than two feet away. Wasting no time reaching forward as she watched Cathy's orgasm tear through her lithe and spasming frame, Jeri stared straight into her friend's eyes as she took each of Cathy's nipples between her tweaking and twisting fingers. "GGRRRAAAHHHH..AAAHHHHHHHHH," Cathy moaned as if she were giving birth, her release screaming from every pore in her body as Jeri fondled her breasts. For Justin's part, he was doing all he could to keep from cumming. Wanting to keep the pace and friction of his thrusts steady as he watched Jeri move in for the sexual kill, he somehow wanted to save his second nut of the evening in case Tamra was able to try something on Cathy with her faux phallus. Securing the grip on Cathy's waist with one hand, Justin lowered the other down to the base of his bulging cock and clamped it off just before his raging seed shot deep into Cathy's quivering and thirsty slit. __________________________________ Cathy Northfield was at a complete loss. Her body was drained, her mind wrecked and her senses overwhelmed, and it took every ounce of energy she had left to balance herself of her knees as she straddled Justin's crotch. Looking up at Jeri with a mixture of gratitude and betrayal as Jeri continued to kneel there, playfully twisting at Cathy's cherry shaped nipples, all Cathy could focus on at that moment was the warmth of satisfaction she felt coursing through every facet of her being. That, along with the fully erect log of Justin's penis that remained lodged and throbbing inside her still convulsing womb. "What the fuck is that boy made of?" Cathy repeatedly asked herself as she marveled at the Justin's virility and endurance. All this was before Cathy even realized a fourth person was in the room. "Hold on Cathy...," she looked up and saw Jeri's lips move a few seconds before her friend's words registered inside her foggy head."We might not be done here just yet..." ____________________________________ Thirty-Five and married to one of the wealthiest men in the greater Orlando area, Tamra Riddell wasn't a stranger to the upscale Florida swing scene. There at the mansion with her Husband, who was busy at the time in one of the private rooms upstairs, Tamra tended to gravitate towards other women when she showed up to such functions. Even though it would have been a subjective measure, if there had been a poll taken of the party's patrons, Tamra would have been voted the most attractive woman there. A little over five foot two with the perkiness and build of a professional cheerleader, when you added in the 36 C sized implants and the ultra teased blonde hair, you had a feminine specimen that would stop traffic on any street in the world. The innate ability to turn most any man into a leering puddle of mush had gotten quite boring to Tamra over the years. It was why she'd gradually come to enjoy the conquest of seducing a normally heterosexual woman much more than a man. Taking one look down at Cathy sprawled out and gasping on top of Justin, Tamra knew she'd found the ideal candidate for her night's fun. Keeping herself crouched down beside the bed as she watched Justin and Jeri carefully turn Cathy 180 degrees around, Tamra couldn't help but feel like a hungry jackal who'd stumbled upon a den of sleeping prey as Cathy came to rest face to face on top of Justin's chest. Making brief eye contact with Cathy as she settled herself down on top of Justin, Tamra felt an instant shiver of attraction shoot through her body when she saw just how pretty Cathy was. Having fucked Justin several times herself during previous visits, Tamra was fully aware the effect the young man could have on a woman's sex life. Seeing how spent Cathy's looked, Tamra could tell the naked woman spread out across Justin's chest had never experienced anything close to what he'd unleashed inside her. In that sense, Tamra almost felt guilty over what she was about to do. Even though it was just a brief glance Tamra shared with Cathy, it didn't seem the unsuspecting woman was bothered by Tamra's presence, an assumption most likely borne out by the setting they were in. Tamra's guess was Cathy just assumed she'd come into the room along with Jeri to watch Justin work her over on the bed. Up until the last possible moment, Cathy didn't have a clue what was attached to Tamra's waist, or her prowess in using it. On the other hand, if Tamra had known the back story between Cathy and Justin, as lustfully depraved as she was, Tamra would have probably dove headlong between them like a rabid dog in heat instead of calmly strolling behind Cathy like the cool and calculating sexual nymph she fancied herself to be. ____________________________________ If it wasn't for all the time and effort Cathy Northfield spent keeping herself in shape, she probably would have had a heart attack after the workout Justin just put her through. Laying there in a sweaty heap on top of him with his eager and fully erect dick still snug inside her pussy, Cathy knew he wasn't finished with her yet. Despite her tank being on empty, Cathy couldn't deny the feelings that Justin had unleashed within her, and she found herself more than willing to oblige him whatever he desired in her weakened state. Though she could have never put it to words, Cathy was also desperate to answer the primal call of feeling the young man spew the contents of his boiling lust deep inside her womb. The fact that two other people were in the room to witness it just added to the surreal spectacle of it all. So focused on the stud penetrating her from below, Cathy didn't take note of Cathy easing up then moving behind her until she was side by side with Jeri at the foot of the bed. In a matter of seconds, Cathy felt both women's hands come to rest on her back just before the two other women began simultaneously massaging her lower back and rear end in unison with Justin's upward vaginal thrusts. For the next few minutes, Cathy lost herself in the whirlwind of sensations until her pussy was showing its appreciation by once again lathering Justin's rigid manhood. The feeling of 20 extra roaming fingers only added to the perfection of the moment. Drunk as she swirled in the abyss of endorphins, Cathy didn't notice when 10 of those fingers suddenly disappeared from her skin just before Jeri leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Hold on real tight Cathy," her friend spoke slowly before extending her hand. "There's going to be a jolt..just hold on tight to me." ____________________________________ A jolt was an understatement, it was more like a nuclear shockwave ripping through Cathy's crust when Tamra mounted her ass from behind. "There had to be another man in the room I didn't see," Cathy thought to herself when she felt the phallic shaped force invade her virgin anus. The longer she laid there, impaled already on Justin's cock, flopping and flailing as another appendage pressed ruthlessly between the crack of her ass, the more Cathy realized it wasn't another man inside her. Contemplating the softness of the hands braced now on her waist along with the smoothness of the thighs pressing forward against the back of her's, Cathy felt the naughtiest shiver ever work its way down her twisting spine. Even though that was the first time anything that substantial had penetrated her rear, Cathy quickly sensed it wasn't a real cock bearing down on her rectum. Craning her neck enough to steal a quick peek behind her, she could see Tamra kneeling there with an evil grin of intent plastered across her flawless face. The thought of a strap-on phallus had been an X-rated concept Cathy had only heard about in passing, but now it had become very real for the married mother of two. __________________________________ Flat on his back beneath the pile of female flesh thrashing above him, Justin calmly extended his legs out allowing Cathy to use his chest like a scratching post as Tamra worked her fake cock deeper one centimenter at a time. His head swooning feeling Cathy's vaginal walls flex and fire each time either he or Tamra so much as moved a muscle inside her, Justin leaned forward and whispered into the older woman's ear. "Do you want her to stop?" he asked. "No," Cathy choked a few breaths later, her body nearly blotted out now by the three people surrounding her. Despite her best efforts, Tamra could only fit a few inches of her strap-on in Cathy's behind, but it was more than enough to do the job. ___________________________________ >From her vantage point beside the threesome on the bed, Jeri couldn't help but appreciate the silent sexual chemistry Justin and Tamra had as they reamed Cathy from both ends. In the right light, it almost looked as if some alien lifeform had captured Cathy and had begun breeding her in a way no human could fathom. Sticking her arm into the mass of humanity, it felt like she was reaching her hand inside a funnel cloud as she tenderly massaged Cathy's pounding temple. The sensory feast being that close to it all nearly made Jeri's mouth water. Seeing the way Tamra had caused Cathy's pink asshole to expand to ungodly proportions, Jeri couldn't help sneaking her free hand between her own thighs as the scent of Cathy's freshly fucked pussy wafted up to her with each jackhammering thrust Justin made into her sloshing quim. Loving the dominate and decisive way Tamra held Cathy by the waist as she took her anal cherry, Jeri could feel her own pussy drowning her fingers knowing she was in the exact same spot a half hour earlier. Seeing Cathy's facial muscles cringe and crumple each time Tamra reached down and twisted the shaft of her phallus deeper, Jeri was determined to time her self induced orgasm to the inevitable eruption in front of her. ____________________________ Feeling as if she was floating in a pit of fire, Cathy found herself mesmerized by the duel sensations of Tamra's heavy breasts resting on her back at the same time she rutted against Justin's chiseled chest below. Any hint of decency or decorum on her part had evaporated long ago. The poised and polished host, the one who spoke to thousands of people at a time on live tv, had been replaced by a screaming and naked shrew who'd willingly given her body to two virile and potent lovers, allowing them both to fill her simultaneously with their special gift. Cathy only hoped she would cum before she passed out. _______________________________ Part of Justin wished he could have been a fly on the wall at the moment of Cathy's release, just to witness how carnal the intertwined foursome looked as they thrashed on the bed. Another part of him was very content however to just lay there and feel Cathy's pussy convulse and flair like a stoked oven as she pressed her tear-soaked face against his chest. Reaching his hands up to Cathy's waist and locking them around Tamra's already cinched fingers, the pair collectively pushed the naked woman between them past the point of delirium. Feeling the excursion and joy of year's worth of suppressed want bleeding from Cathy's lungs each time she screamed, Justin knew the cum stirring in his balls wouldn't be sheathed for long. ___________________________________ Losing her tether to consciousness, even though her mind was on the verge of shutting down Cathy's body continued to grind in overdrive, her crotch working like a paint mixer as she franticly tried milking the two appendages stuffed inside her. Digging her fingernails into the flesh of Justin's meaty shoulders, Cathy buried her face dead center between Justin's pecs as he shot his rich and frothy semen deep between the burning hearth of her vaginal walls. Feeling Tamra lower her full weight down on top of her back as Justin's manhood gushed inside her, Cathy felt her eyeballs begin to tilt backwards in their sockets when Tamra sadistically began churning the strap-on like a corkscrew into her stretched and pulsing ass. Within two breaths, everything for Cathy went black. _________________________________ It was well after Midnight by the time Cathy finally folded her spent and tattered body into the passenger seat of Jeri's car for the long drive home. As sore as she was, Cathy knew it was nothing compared to the agony she'd be in the next morning. Thankfully she'd already hatched a plan to tell her Husband and Kids about how much she'd danced the night before during her 'Girl's Night Out". Cathy knew on some level she'd probably never spend another night like she just had, that all her angst and pent-up need had finally been satiated. Picturing herself as a moth fluttering precariously close to a flame, Cathy felt burnt to a crisp as the fallout of the evening gradually settled like ashes over top of her. She knew she'd wouldn't likely cross paths with Tamra again, and even if she did, Cathy cringed knowing she never actually got a good look at the woman who'd so brazenly taken her anal cherry an hour or so earlier. Justin, on the other hand would be another story. Cathy had no clue how she could ever meet gazes with his Mom at work without blushing mightily, knowing the unspeakable truth about her Son and his splendid wares. Stealing a quick peek over to Jeri as they navigated the deserted streets, Cathy felt flush seeing the twinkle in her friend's eyes, as if Jeri was filled with pride knowing she was the one who'd given Cathy a night she wouldn't soon forget. "Have a good time?" Jeri asked. All Cathy could do was nod then sigh. Jeri understood completely. __________________________________ It was two months later, and if possible, Cathy Northfield's life had returned to its bland and predictable routine. It was a typical mid-week, late evening shift on air, and at the end of it was an hour long exercise demo show. Cathy hadn't given it much thought until right before the airtime when she saw the two models from her voyeuristic soiree several months earlier suddenly walk up to the soundstage just before the light went on. For just a second it felt as if a fist had struck her in the solar plexus. Cathy surprised herself by how well she handled the internally awkward situation. Somehow she'd made it through the entire hour with barely a blush, wandering eye or even a vocal slip-up as Becky and Kevin worked up a sweat to each side of her. By the time the shift was over and she signed off air for the evening, Cathy truly felt as if she'd turned the corner with the demons that had been torturing her. Like most declarations of sanity and control however, Cathy may have been a bit premature. Heading back to her office as she always did after her shift was done, water bottle in one hand and her post-show notes pressed against her chest with the other as she fished for her key, just as Cathy was about to put it in the lock, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kevin and Becky walking down the far hall, still in their sweaty workout attire. Showstopper Ch. 04 "They're going down to the showers," a voice inside Cathy's head noted with a metallic echo. Right then Cathy felt the pull of an internal compass she'd never experienced before turn her in the direction of the young couple as they disappeared out of sight. Her feet seeming to pivot on their own, without even looking Cathy stuffed her notes into the mail basket hanging beside her office door before taking her first step towards the far hall... THE END Thanks for reading the series