33 comments/ 347962 views/ 151 favorites Sweet Catherine By: Sweet Catherine "Well – he's lovely." "Lovely?" "Yes – he's a very nice man with an incredible garden, which I got the full royal tour of." "His garden huh... and did he spend the whole time looking at flowers?" "No. He spent the whole time looking at me! My god it was amazing! He never took his eyes off my breasts and my legs – I've been thoroughly looked over and I loved it." "Oh you did?" Len said softly, slipping his hand between his wife's legs and feeling into the crotch of her little panties. Catherine lifted and parted her legs a little. "Feel how wet I am?" she cooed. "My god – he was so direct about it. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was looking at me – he just walked close beside me looking down over my shoulder at my boobs, and whenever I bent down to look at something he leant around behind me and had a look at my panties... Oh honey it felt so good to know he was looking at them – when he was doing it I just pretended to be really interested in the flowers and I'd lean right down to sniff them. And do you know he has a little garden shed and on top of it he has some seedlings in pots – and he's got a ladder to get up there... Well, he made me climb up and he got in underneath me and had a look up between my legs. I just froze when he did that. I just stood on the top of the ladder until he'd finished, and he knew I was waiting for him to look for as long as he wanted to. When I was standing up there he even said how pretty my skirt was and when I looked down at him he was just smiling and looking directly up it. I don't know – I said thanks or something silly like that but I felt my face going red and I couldn't keep looking down at him so I just pretended to be interested in the pot plants and I stayed there until he told me to come down so he could show me his greenhouse." Len had his fingers in his wife and his cock was solid and throbbing beneath her butt. He freed it and forced it in through the side of her panties. She straddled him and started slowly grinding herself against him. "He even touched me one time," she whispered into his ear and Len nearly shot his load right then. "He touched you?" "Ah ha... It was when I was leaving. We had to step over this little fence and I got my foot caught in this wire stuff and I sort of stumbled against him." "Where did he touch you?" Len asked breathlessly. "My breasts – he caught me from falling with his arm around my waist and his big hand was over my boob for a while. He didn't try to feel me or anything – he just sort of held me and he didn't let go straight away..." Catherine's orgasm ripped through her body and she felt her husband thrust up hard and ejaculate. She collapsed against him and he held her for a long moment before she sat up and met his eyes. Len was puffing and smiling. He chuckled, "well I'm fucked... literally." "Oh you poor old man – does that mean I'll have to go next door if I want some more today?" "Guess you will sweetheart – sounds like you've got a willing enough admirer over there." Catherine kissed her husband and gave his cock a little squeeze with her pussy but it had softened and it slipped out. "You could always use the dildo on me if you want..." "Do you want?" Len returned. "I might later – I'm still feeling sort of horny." "Hmmm... well it seems showing off for Mister Logan certainly got you going then." "God yes! It was incredible. And he wants me to come back for another visit too – he asked me if I'd call in for a coffee later this week, after he gets back from visiting his sister. He wants to show me his indoor plants." "He does? And what did you say?" "I said I would – is that ok?" Len drew his wife close and kissed her. "When?" "He said he'd be back on Wednesday and that I could call in that afternoon." "That's good, but we'll have to think of what you should wear – maybe a top that's a bit more revealing?" "Ok..." Catherine agreed softly. "And maybe I could wear my sexy panties for him." Len chuckled to himself. The idea of planning how to dress his wife up for display was absurd but that's exactly what they were doing. "This is very naughty," he said to her, meeting her lips again. That night in bed Len started by going down on his lady and bringing her to one orgasm, then he inserted the dildo and gave her some pleasure a little deeper while teasing her about what Mister Logan would like to be doing to her. She ground herself to a second orgasm before pushing his arm away and rolling onto his chest. Len stroked her softly until her breathing settled. He thought calmly about their adventures that day; about deliberately showing his wife. He thought of Karl Logan standing under a ladder looking directly up Catherine's skirt. "Did you enjoy it when Mister Logan touched you sweetheart?" Catherine took a moment to respond. "He didn't deliberately do it." "No, but you said he held your tittie for longer than he needed to... Did you like that?" "I don't know... I guess." Catherine wriggled up a bit and kissed her husband. "So – what are you saying?" "Just that it's kind of interesting to know you like it when men touch you." "Interesting – how interesting?" "I don't know yet. Let me think about it." Catherine snuggled back to her husband's chest and yawned. "You can think all you want but don't get any big ideas about letting men touch me..." she said finally. Len left things there that night and Monday morning all returned to normal. He'd been off work for the week to move house but it was back to it. Monday night was the usual tv programs and a cuddle before an early night. Tuesday was much the same but while making love Len mentioned that Catherine had a date for coffee tomorrow and she seemed to respond. "Do you still want to do some flashing?" Len asked tentatively, after cuddling up to go to sleep. "I think so," Catherine said softly. She'd gone a little cold on the idea after the weekend but with Wednesday approaching she started to feel a little excitement again. "I might even wear my new panties tomorrow," she added, squirming back against her husband's cock. "Will you wait until I get home from work?" "Of course!" Len hurried to work early the next day and finished so he could be home by four. Catherine was in the bath and he found the book he'd leant Karl Logan on the kitchen table. His heart started thumping immediately. "Can I come in?" he asked, cracking the bathroom door open. "Yes, come in," Catherine called back cheerily. "Hello honey. Have you had a nice day?" "It was ok. Seemed to go on and on... How was yours?" "Fine. I got lots of unpacking done... And I had a visitor." "Yeah, I saw the book." Len was sitting on the edge of the bath. He noticed Catherine's pussy was freshly shaved with only a tiny thatch of hair remaining above her clit. "So he came over then?" "Ah ha... he called in just before lunch." "And?" "And what?" Catherine was smiling and blushing. "Did something happen?" Len asked thickly. "Umm... sort of..." "Sort of what exactly?" "Well, I invited him in and he stayed for a while watching me unpack some boxes on the living room floor. I was sitting with my knees up sometimes and letting him see my panties, and I let him see me on my hands and knees and I was wearing a loose dress and no bra. I did that once and he seemed to enjoy it so I did it a few more times while I was moving the boxes around. I think he even got an erection." "I'll bet he did. Where was he – was he standing or sitting?" "He was sitting on the couch and I was in the middle of the floor, and when I was on my hands and knees I made sure I was facing him so he could see down my front – and I couldn't feel my dress touching so I think he saw my nipples," Catherine went on, watching her husband squirm. Catherine stood and Len passed her the towel. He watched her dry herself and followed her into the bedroom. "Why don't you wear a blouse this time sweetheart... and maybe you could leave it open at the top again?" "I was thinking about that. Do you want me to? I was thinking of my pink one because it's fitted and it will stay open if I leave the top buttons undone. And that way he'll be able to see me completely." "And which panties? The see-through white ones?" Catherine nodded. "Do you want to see?" She had them on the dresser and quickly slipped them on. Len could see the tiny patch of hair distinctly and he could see the folds of her pussy and the slit between them. "He'll like that," he said to his wife, causing her to blush. "Go and let me get ready then," she said, pushing him away as he tried to move in for a squeeze and a feel. Len waited in the living room for half an hour before Catherine came from the bedroom. She had on a short denim skirt and the pink blouse with the top two buttons undone. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. "Why don't you let him touch you a bit..." "Touch me how? I don't want to have sex with him." "No. I just mean like... umm... maybe you could pretend to have a pain in your shoulder and see if he offers to rub it for you. Or maybe get him to rub your calf or whatever. If he was going to try to grope you I think he would have done it by now." "I guess I could maybe do that..." Catherine said softly. "And I know he's going to want to look at me again." "Tell me everything when you get back ok?" "Ok... I'll only stay until six." Len only walked to the front door and stood until his wife was out of sight. He was pleased to know that he had an hour to wait this time and he kept busy starting dinner and having a shower. Six o'clock came and went and it was almost seven by the time Catherine came home flushed and excited. He tried to confront her but she brushed past and hurried to the bathroom. Len waited anxiously. His mind was swirling and his cock was firming. Catherine spent at least fifteen minutes in the bathroom before she returned wearing a bath robe. She was brushing her wet hair and smelt of fresh soap. She didn't meet Len's eyes immediately and he waited. "So, what happened?" he finally asked, attempting to sound calm. Catherine smiled but bit down on her lip. She had sat down beside her husband with her heart fluttering. She turned to him and leant into his chest. She lifted and kissed him softly. "I love you..." she said sweetly. "Did he fuck you?" Len blurted out. Catherine shook her head. "No, but he did touch me down there... but only through my panties... he really liked my panties." "Tell me," Len demanded. He felt relieved knowing that things hadn't gone too far and now he wanted details. "Well, first we had coffee and he showed me his indoor plants like he said he would. He was just telling me all about them and watching me – mostly he was trying to look down my blouse. Then the last room he showed me was his study – which is like a library, with a whole wall of books. And he had a step ladder there and that's when he wanted to have a look up my skirt. He said 'would you climb up and get a book for me?' and when I did he came in close beneath me and he stroked my thigh – not inside – just on the outside. I looked down at him but he was staring at my panties and I watched him lean around to the front. 'Can I feel them?' he said, and I nodded – I don't think I could have spoken right then I was so nervous. And then he sort of felt me with the edge of his finger. He rubbed it against me really softly – sort of opening me but only through my panties. I just held onto the bookshelf and let him move my legs open. I thought he was going to finger me but he didn't – he just kept rubbing me real slow and soft and I nearly came before he suddenly stopped." Len had his cock out and he was massaging the head and hanging on what his wife would say next. She'd paused and she was arched back in the couch, pressing against her inner-thighs, and with her eyes closed. She seemed to collect herself, then she continued. "After that he helped me down from the ladder and I remembered what you said and asked him if he'd like to massage my shoulders. I knew if he did he'd be able to see my breasts and I think he understood. He led me to his office chair and sat me down, then he stood behind me and started rubbing my shoulders nice and firm... And well, my blouse fell open and my boobs were completely on display. 'They're nice,' he said, and I said 'do you like them?' or something silly like that – just so he'd know it was ok to look at me... And he was making them lift and fall, and making my nipples rub against my blouse. He did that for a while then he reached down and undid another button and moved my blouse away from my boobs completely. He took it from my shoulders and moved it down my arms so that I was sitting sort of topless. And then he went back to massaging but after another little while he started massaging my arms and then he started massaging my breasts." Len ejaculated all over his stomach. He turned to find his wife smiling at him. "Don't stop," he grinned. "I still don't get why you had to have a shower..." "Oh that... Well, you have to understand that after rubbing my pussy and then massaging my boobs, that I was in no state to be fussy about what he wanted next. I didn't want to have sex with him but when he said he hadn't laid next to a woman since his wife, and asked me to come over to the couch, I just followed like a loyal puppy. I said to him that I couldn't have sex with him and he said he understood, but he laid down and held out his hand to me and I felt so sorry for him – he just needed a cuddle and I couldn't resist laying down with him." "Did you have your top pulled back up?" "No – I left it down. And when I laid next to him he opened his shirt and I let him feel my breasts against his body... He really liked that – he held me tight and sort of rolled on top of me, and then I could feel his erection between my legs. God it was huge! And he started moving against me and forcing my legs open. He told me that he couldn't remember how it felt to be on top of a woman and he was getting really excited... It was sort of awkward because of his big belly squashing me and he was kind of humping me and I could feel his thingy rubbing against my pussy. It was really hard and he said 'don't worry I wont try to get it in you,' or something like that, and he was pulling his pants down when he said it. And then I could feel it more directly but I couldn't move because he was so heavy on top of me..." "He actually got his cock out?" Len gasped. "Yes, but I still had my panties on and he was just rubbing it against them. I could feel it catching and poking into me a bit, but he couldn't get it in because of my panties. And I reached down to make sure he didn't get it in me but when I did he got his thingy into my hand and started moaning and thrusting really fast... Honey I felt so sorry for him again and I just held it and pretty soon his hand was over mine and he pushed through and right in against my pussy and he came so hard... Oh it went everywhere! It was all over my panties and spraying against my legs, the he jerked back and it was gushing in my hand – it must have been ages since the last time he'd climaxed." "And that's why you ran to the shower – so I didn't see you like that... but I would have liked to see you covered in cum sweetheart..." "Would you really?" "Yeah – sure! That'd be so hot." "Well what if I told you that I didn't rush straight home?" "What – there's more?" "Well no – I did leave straight away, because he looked embarrassed and I thought it best to just leave him. But when I closed his front door I stayed there for a minute and... umm... cleaned myself up a bit you might say." "Cleaned yourself up, how?" "By licking my fingers..." Catherine whispered, nuzzling into her husband's neck. "By remembering what another man tastes like by licking his cum from my fingers..." "And did it taste good?" Len grinned. "Ah ha... it tasted so good honey... it tasted so good knowing it wasn't yours." "What – don't you like the taste of mine?" "Yes... but you know what I mean. It was extra nice because I was tasting a man's cum and it wasn't my husband's." "So did you lick it all up sweetheart?" Len teased as he slipped down to open his wife's robe and nuzzle into her thighs. He spread them and ate into her. He ate her to an orgasm then fed her dinner and took her to bed and fucked her. The next afternoon Len took a few beers over to his neighbor. The older man appeared nervous at first but Len had in mind to let him know that all was ok. He didn't broach the subject of what had happened with Catherine directly, other than to comment on how attractive she was and how men tended to pay her plenty of attention, and he joked about enjoying that fact. Other than that the chat was about the neighborhood and things in general. Len left feeling that any tensions had been quelled and that old Karl would be likely to continue playing along with he and his wife's games if he had an opportunity. Catherine confronted her husband when he got home. "Why did you go over there? What did you say to him?" "Calm down... I just went over to say hello and have a beer. I wanted to let him know that everything is fine." "Did you talk about me?" "Err... yeah... a little. But not about you and him, just about how pretty you are." "Oh..." "Look sweetheart – I think he would have been worried about what happened yesterday – about what I would have thought – and I wanted to make sure he knows I'm ok with him... you know – playing with you. I told him that I like guys chasing after you." "Oh – and do you?" "I do now." Friday evening Len came home to find Catherine was out. He'd found the back of the house open so he imagined she hadn't gone far. He wondered if she had gone to the local shop, or perhaps she was next door. He set up on the back deck with a beer and she soon arrived home and found him there. Her nipples were firm and poking at a little tank top and she had on a skirt that couldn't have been any shorter. "Where have you been sweetheart?" he greeted her with a kiss. "Next door," she said, a little shyly. "I just went over to say hello, and you're right – he was sort of nervous about what had happened... It's ok now though – we had a chat and ended up having a laugh about it." "Just a chat and a laugh?" Len asked, grinning playfully and looking his wife over. "And he had a look up my skirt I guess, but I didn't have to climb any ladders today," Catherine laughed. "He just had a look while I was picking flowers this time – he let me pick some for the dining room." "And he had a good look?" Len pressed, lifting his wife's skirt to see what she was wearing. She had on blue lace panties – quite sheer. "Yes he had a good look," she answered softly, leaning into him. "He had to go out though – but he asked if I'd come over after dinner tonight. I said I didn't know if you had plans for us and that I would if I could." "So, why does he want you to come over?" "I don't know... He said for a drink but I think he might try to touch me again if I go." "That would be ok wouldn't it?" Len asked tentatively. "Is that what you want?" Catherine returned softly. "I'm getting a hard on thinking about it..." "Are you..." Catherine uttered, but it wasn't a question so much as a submission. After dinner Catherine disappeared to the bathroom to get ready. She was gone for over an hour and when she came out she smelled beautiful and looked sensational. Len looked her up and down appreciatively and she did a little pirouette to show off the little white dress she was wearing. It fanned out and revealed she had on her see-through pink panties, and it hugged her breasts and offered plenty of cleavage being cut in a deep v and only held to her shoulders with spaghetti strings.