4 comments/ 54679 views/ 7 favorites From My Lover to My Wife By: The Big Bopper This is a new stand-alone story. I have continued on the Loving Wives theme that I prefer to write about in my stories, and that seems to be very popular among readers. There is some degree of cuckolding so if sharing your wife with another man is likely to offend you, I suggest that you stop reading now. You have been warned. * How very different my life would have turned out if I hadn't gone to that party that warm summer Saturday night at Charles Turner's house. If I hadn't met the woman who was then his wife. Or even perhaps if my own then wife had gone to the party with me … instead of feigning a headache as she so often did. When Barbara told me that she didn't want to go to the party, I was so infuriated that she was pulling this stunt yet again that I angrily told her, "Well stuff you, stay home in your little safety cocoon, I'm going out to have a good time." I stormed out of our home. I had only met Charles in the past six months through business, but I had never had any social contact with he or his friends … until now. His house was a large rambling two-storey cottage on the right side of town and there would have been at least a dozen cars in the street outside when I arrived so I figured there was going to be at least twenty – maybe twenty-five people there. May be a chance to do some networking. I entered through the wide-open front door and looked around the large living room, not recognising anybody I knew at first. Then as a waiter handed me a glass of wine, I saw a couple of business associates so I headed their way. Best to start with somebody you know. On the way across the room, pressing through the throng of guests, the host Charles appeared, seemingly from out of nowhere. "Chris, good to see you, I'm glad you could make it," he greeted warmly. "Thanks Charles, thanks for the invite." Looking around and obviously surprised that I didn't have a woman clinging to my arm, Charles asked, "Where's your better half, Chris? Don't tell me you're flying solo tonight." "I'm afraid I am, Charles. Barbara begged out of the evening, she's … err … she's not feeling too well." "Woman's trouble, eh … covers a multitude of sins, doesn't it?" he chortled. "They seem to blame everything on periods and hormones. Oh well, make yourself at home … there's a couple of guys you'll know over there." "Yes Charles, I was just making my way over to them. Thanks!" That was about the only conversation I had with Charles that evening. I did move on and chat to the two men I had met through Charles and through our business dealings. But I also surveyed this lovely home … I found that they had a lovely broad deck opening out through French windows from the expansive living room. Several guests had already taken up spots on the deck. From there, the back lawn of the property rolled gently down to a lake. It was quite a big expanse of water and, in the moonlight, I could make out a small island in the middle of the lake. One guest told me that Charles had planned a surprise for us all. Later in the evening, we would be invited out onto the deck and there would be a fireworks display, set off by hired operatives who were already making preparations out on the island. It all sounded quite spectacular, but I had no doubt that Charles could afford it. He was a company director, running a successful import business and another guest had told me that his wife – whom I had never met – was a highly successful criminal lawyer. It was claimed that she only took on the worst of the worst high profile heavy-duty criminals. I may have been yet to meet the high-flying and strikingly attractive lawyer wife, but I felt like I already knew her. Even in my business dealings with Charles, he had talked – even boasted – of his beautiful brunette wife who juggled her successful career with attending to his every need. Whenever Charles said that, he leered suggesting that she was a sexual dynamo. About three hours into the party, I had tired of yet another conversation and excused myself, ostensibly to go find myself another drink. As I pushed through the throng that had now grown to nearly fifty people, a stunningly beautiful woman with jet-black hair stepped into my path. She was holding two glasses. "I have two here, would you like to help me with one?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes. "Are you talking about the wine?" I asked with dripping innuendo, looking down at her ample chest to see that she did indeed have two wonderfully rounded breasts, the tops generously exposed in her low-cut red satin dress. "If I was asking for help with these two, I wouldn't have you stop at one," she answered suggestively, then held out one glass of wine to show the true intent of her words, bringing my thoughts back to reality. "And you are…?" I took the glass that she offered and raised my eyes to look into hers. I melted from the blue and from the way they held you with an intimation that she was looking directly into your soul. "You have beautiful eyes," I told her and then felt foolish that I had said that instead of my name. "Thank you," she said, appearing to almost blush from the compliment, "But I still don't know your name … and I want to." "Want to what?" I muttered before thinking and again I felt foolish, realising that she meant that she wanted to know my name. Nevertheless, she smiled and picked up on the double entendre. "Whatever you have in mind … I like the way you think." Embarrassed, I tried to steer our conversation back on an even course. To give me a moment to gather my thoughts, I took a sip from the wine. "I'm sorry, I'm Chris … Chris Martin." She had handed the glass to me that had been in her right hand and placed it into my right hand, since my left hand still held the empty glass from my previous drink. She still clutched her own glass of wine in her left hand. "I am Catherine … Catherine Turner," she said pushing her right hand toward mine to shake hands, only to find both of mine holding glasses. Her hand hovered in front of me, but found no free hand to shake. Then it dropped out of my sight and to my utter shock, I felt her hand grasp a hold of the front of my trousers, right where my dormant cock had been quietly nestling. I – and my cock – both jumped in stunned surprise as her fingers seemed to wrap around it through my trousers. My eyes had flown wide open when she touched me so intimately and I stared into hers, the warm smile on her face was mischievous. "Turner, oh shit," I mumbled, "You're Charles' wife." She still smiled warmly and her hand still held my rapidly stiffening cock. I looked around nervously, wondering if anybody could see where she had placed her hand. To my further surprise, nobody was paying the slightest attention to us … but I felt like I was standing under a spotlight in the middle of the room. My head swivelled, my eyes searching further afield, looking for Charles … my host for the evening and the husband of the beautiful woman who stood in front of me, holding my still clothed but enlarging cock. I nervously turned my attention back to the warm blue eyes of the woman directly in front of me. "Can't you see him, Chris? Oh, he's probably off in some quiet dark corner trying to get into the pants of some woman he fancies here." She tightened her hold briefly, seemingly checking the size of the interest she had stirred in my cock, then let it go. "We are both incorrigible … I guess you'd agree with that after my novel way of greeting you." "Yes … yes I would," I stuttered, bringing the full glass to my lips to sip the wine, wondering where this was headed. A gaggle of women nearby were laughing uproariously at the joke or observation of one of the group of five. The loud laughter caught Catherine's attention momentarily and she turned to study the group. When she turned back to me, she asked, "Does one of those belong to you?" I turned to also take in the loud group of women, who were all obviously well imbibed from the free flowing wine. "No … not one of them. No, in fact, my wife isn't here, Barbara couldn't make it tonight." Catherine's eyes noticeably brightened, "Really … so I don't have to worry about an aggrieved wife, I can have you all to myself?" I was nervous again – or was that still? This was a very forthright woman. "I … err, I don't know about that … err, Charles is a business associate of mine. I wouldn't want him to get the wrong idea." "Oh, come on, don't be silly. We're all consenting adults here. Chris, I've been watching you from across the room." "Really? What for?" I queried as my eyes were probably now brightening as she expressed her interest in me. "Yes really … you are the best looking man here tonight." She paused to look around her, then continued, "That is, of the men that I haven't had yet." "Wow, there's a back-handed compliment, if ever I heard one." She laughed … and then we were interrupted momentarily by the waiter pausing alongside to whisper something to her … and she retrieved her hand. I took this moment of her distraction to study her while she didn't see me looking. She was indeed a ravishingly beautiful woman, the jet black hair with the red almost off-the-shoulder dress that had long demure sleeves, but was cut so low in front that a vast amount of the smoothly rounded surface of her twin mounds was visible, plus a generous diving cleavage. Her hem was two inches above her knees and her legs were nylon encased, the colour of her hose was transparent and natural. While the waiter was standing alongside talking to her, I took the chance to deposit my empty glass on his tray. Catherine turned her attention back to me, "I'm sorry, just a query from the waiter about where he would find the rest of Charles' wine supply. Now where were we?" "Getting to know each other I guess," I suggested. "You told me that you had been watching me." "Oh yes, I did too, didn't I? Well, we can get to know each other much better without a horde of people around us." Her hand disappeared below my waist again and I froze, half expecting her to grasp my cock once more. But instead, she took my now empty hand and led me through the crowd of people, acknowledging some of them as we walked. She was not at all self conscious that we were holding hands as she greeted her friends and guests. Understandably, I was apprehensive that we would run into Charles as we pushed through the throng. We moved out into the hallway and came upon the door to the bathroom, two women were already queued outside. I tightened my grip on Catherine's hand, "I don't know where you're taking me, but I really should stop and take a piss. I am busting after all that wine." She never paused in her steps and we turned into a second corridor where there were stairs leading up. I wondered if she had even heard me. But as she headed for the stairs, she turned her head to say "It will take ages waiting for those women to use that toilet. There's another one upstairs, it's more private, you can use that." We climbed the narrow stairs, she still a step or two in front of me, her hand trailing back and holding mine quite tightly. I was able to watch her arse move in the red dress, her figure looked to me to be nearly perfect. We reached the top of the stairs. The roof was A-frame and the ceilings went with the roofline so that in the middle of the house they were quite high. Being A-frame, there were not as many rooms up here as down on the ground floor. Catherine pointed to a closed door just ahead of us, "You can use the toilet there," she said, letting go of my hand. "When you're finished, come on in here, I'll be waiting." She looked back with that bewitching mischievous smile of hers as she disappeared through the open door of what appeared to be the master bedroom. The light was on in there. I watched her go, then stepped forward and opened the door of the toilet. That is all it was, just a tiny room with only a toilet and washbasin. I unzipped and did my bit of urine relief, although it was slow to happen in spite of the previous pressure I had felt. Her surprise grasp of my cock earlier had left me in a semi-hard state and I couldn't shed as much piss as I wanted. I shook it off and put it away and re-zipped, wondering just how far this was about to go. My mind fleetingly thought of Barbara, sitting at home and I wondered if I should be about to cheat on her like this. Our marriage had been in steady decline for months and we both knew by now that it was not going to be the lifelong association that we had planned when we were younger. There were no children so a break-up was likely to be clean and swift once both of us decided that we wanted to end it. My justification for what was about to happen complete, I washed my hands and dried them and opened the door to go to Catherine. I turned left into the large master bedroom. It was well lit but empty. My eyes scanned around and spotted an open doorway on the far side of the bedroom. Suddenly Catherine appeared there, coming in from the darkness beyond. It must be a balcony of some kind … I headed for it. Catherine stood her ground, her arms parting and stretching out to welcome me and I stepped up to her, fitting my body to hers as she stood in the open doorway, my arms wrapping around her shapely body and pulling her in tight. My mouth lowered to hers, but only slightly. She would have been about 5'8" but in the high heels that she wore, that placed her just below my six feet. Our lips touched scorchingly, hers were soft and yielding and mine forced hers open immediately, the kiss instantly passionate. My tongue slipped between her lips and didn't need to search hers out, it was there waiting and our tongues entwined greedily. Her lower body thrust forward, needing to feel the substance of my hard-on through our clothing and we ground our pelvises together. Out in the night sky behind her, there was a sudden bang and the dark night lit up as day. I could even see it behind my closed lids and my eyes shot open. Another bang followed and another flash of light and our kiss had broken. She turned her head away to also follow the source of the sound and light. "Oh dear, Charles' fireworks show has started." "I thought the fireworks were from kissing you," I offered gallantly. She gave me that 'did you really say something that stupid' look and I wished that I could have taken it back. "Come on out," she said, "He will want me to see this, although it is lousy timing. I had great plans for us." She slipped out of my arms and walked across what I could now see was only a tiny balcony, perhaps six feet by six feet. She stepped up to the railing while I continued to stand in the doorway watching her from behind, her back was lit by the light from the bedroom behind me. Catherine bent forward to peer over the railing at the guests gathered below and I noticed that her feet were planted quite wide apart. Slowly, her hands slid down the outside of her dress and grasped the bottom edges on her outer thigh. I watched intrigued as her hands slid upward, her palms dragging the bottom of the dress up with them. The hem climbed steadily and the dark elasticised bands on her stockings came into view. They were obviously hold-ups, the tops of the stockings just two inches below her crotch which soon became visible as her hands pushed the dress higher. She slid it up over her hips, now revealing her tiny pastel blue panties – not a thong – but the material seemed to be tucked or caught into the crease of her arse so seductively. Had she planned that, or were the panties too small for her and they had ridden up into her arse crease as she walked? Her hands did not stop sliding the dress up until it bunched around her waist. What a vision, the spread legs, so wide apart that I could see the lights from the fireworks illuminated between them. My eyes were drawn to her long legs, encased in the sheer stockings, and by that small gap between the top of a woman's thighs, just below her crotch, and the tiny panties tucked into her arse. I almost missed seeing her head turn and her eyes looking back at me. Her back was still to me but her head was turned and our eyes locked. Her hands now moved to the waistband of her tiny panties and she pushed them down over her hips, two fingers sliding around to tug the silky material from between the cheeks of her arse. She spoke and I could hear her in a momentary pause in the sound of the fireworks, "Damn panties keep getting caught, I may have to go back to wearing a thong." "It all looks good from where I stand," I told her as her hands continued to push the panties down over her thighs. She momentarily brought her legs together, allowing the panties to fall naturally to around her ankles. She lifted one foot and stepped out of them and she placed her foot back at the same spread width it had been before. "Help yourself then," she said and her head turned away to look back toward the dark sky as another flash of light continued the fireworks show from the island. She seemed to place each hand on the railing out to the sides of her, like in a brace position and she bent her upper body forward, accentuating her long high-heeled legs. Her head and chest was leaning out over the railing, her arse was pushed back and upward toward me. I unzipped my trousers and my hand reached in and pulled out my cock that was now fully erect and ready for action, moisture oozing from the tip. I stepped forward, it only took three steps on the tiny balcony and I was up against her lower body. My belly touched the smooth cheeks of her bare arse as my hard-on pushed down between her arse cheeks and beyond, catching in the slit of her pubic mound. I was surprised to find it already wet and soaked. Surely this could not be all of her juices, she must have applied some KY while I was in the bathroom. Maybe because she realised that it was going to have to be a quickie. "Should I close the bedroom door?" I asked as I felt her body twisting and squirming around my hard shaft that had pushed through between her upper thighs all the way to the front, nudging her clitoris and was now sliding back, enjoying the moment. "No, leave it … nobody will come up here while the fireworks are on," she said confidently. She turned her head around to look up into my eyes as another firework lit up the sky and her beautiful face was lit up. "Now fuck me hard, Chris! Just do it!" Catherine turned away again to watch and I scrambled my feet around behind and between hers, my knees bent, bracing myself to gain entry to her body. I slid my hard shaft up and down her slippery slit a couple more times, then I brought the fingers of one hand around the front of her and between her thighs to manoeuvre my cock-head into position. I thrust my hips forward and the head slipped into her liquid cunt. The lining of her passage seemed to suck it into her and I had little trouble pushing another two inches of my shaft in to follow the head up inside her. I readjusted my feet and my free hand landed on her butt cheek, holding her firmly while I pushed the rest of my 6+ inches deep into her. My cock was firmly encased and it had only taken two firm shoves to gain entry to her juicy cunt. Yet as I began to move my cock in and out of her in that wonderful tradition of fucking, I noted that she was nevertheless quite tight. She definitely must have used some KY to enable me to get into her so quickly and easily. Her supple body wriggled and squirmed beneath my cock's assault of her cunt while my fingers reached up and began to diddle her engorged clit, drawing expressive sighs from her that were barely audible above the sound of the fireworks. From My Lover to My Wife A voice called from somewhere below us, "Cathy, where are you … can you see this?" I quickly deduced that it was her husband Charles out on the deck, proudly watching his fireworks show. I leaned forward to peer over this hot woman's body and could see that the large deck was immediately below us. It was filled with people, probably everybody that was at the party. Everybody that is, except for the two of us who were fornicating upstairs! But to my amazement, the woman I was ramming my hard cock into, suddenly called back down to her husband, "Charles, I'm up here…" She paused to absorb some of my hard driving strokes before continuing, "…I can see it, I'm watching." I pulled my head back quickly, trying to get out of sight of anybody who might look up. I knew that Charles would turn around and look in the direction of the sound of his wife's voice. Again, I could hear Charles from down below as I continued to pump my hard-on rhythmically into the woman beneath me. "Oh, I can see you now! Up there, why are you up there? Come on down, honey!" "Yes I will … in a moment darling. It's okay, I can see it all … it's a wonderful show, Charles." This was a surreal moment for me. Here I was, giving one, hard and fast, to this beautiful woman, while she hung over the balcony talking nonchalantly to her husband, who was a valued client of mine. No red-blooded male could possibly concentrate on restraint at such a time and I could feel my release building in my balls and I knew that this would live up to the description quickie. My fingers intensified the pressure on Catherine's clitoris and she uttered a loud moan – almost a pleasurable scream - just as there was a lull in the fireworks noise. Everybody on the deck below must have heard it, I dare say that the guys setting off the show on the island could have heard it. "What was that Cathy? Are you okay?" Charles' voice was again calling up to his wife. She was on the verge of an orgasm, could she control her moans and her now heavy panting breaths long enough to answer her husband. "Yes … yes!" It sounded to me like the words that a woman screams out when she is about to come. I was convinced that they were meant for me for what I was doing to her, but would those words phrased that way also convince her husband that they were answering his query. I pushed my cock just a bit deeper, recalling that she had urged me to fuck her hard in that moment before I first gained entry into her. My fingers swirled over and around her clit just that more aggressively and then I felt her body exploding beneath me. She virtually erupted, her pelvic area pushing back against my hips and forcing me to lose all restraint and release my own climax. My cock spasmed within her hot, throbbing, pulsing cunt and her arms stiffened to hold herself up against the dual onslaught of our mutual orgasms. My free hand came around and grasped a hold of one still clothed breast, massaging it furiously. I thrust load after load of my creamy cum hard and deep into her body. My upper body slumped forward over her back, peering over her shoulder at the throng below and I wondered if I could now be seen behind her by anybody who cared to look up. I have to say that I didn't really care at that moment. I had just fucked a woman within ten minutes of meeting her and with very little foreplay, yet I had managed to bring her to a raging climax. I felt proud of my ability at this very moment, 'Hey I'm a stud,' I thought. Reluctantly, I pushed my exhausted body up off her back and gazed down upon her luscious body, her fine naked rounded arse … she was bare from the waist down. I eased my cock out of her liquid cunt and looked down proudly at what I had just achieved. It was now at half-mast, but wet with her juices and dripping the last remnants of my cum. I stepped away from her and Catherine began to straighten her body up. "Are you okay?" I asked with concern. "Never better," she turned to face me, with her dress still bunched around her waist. "That was great," she said enthusiastically, a gleam in her sparkling blue eyes. "You're pretty damn good, even better than I thought you would be." "That was sensational," I told her, "You are one horny woman." "Thank you, but you did all the work … and what great work it was. I just had to bend over and take it. I really can't believe that you got me to cum with all that nonsense that was going on. You know, my friggin' husband talking to me while you fucked me. Wasn't that weird? I found it a real turn-on, how about you?" "Yes I did, but I was so worried that he would see me behind you, particularly with the damn fireworks lighting up the sky like that." "That was what made it so exciting. We couldn't have planned that better if I had tried. Now I have to see you again, we can't stop at one. Write down your number and I'll call you." One of her hands shot down between her legs and she pressed it firmly against her pubic mound. "Oh shit, I'm leaking everywhere … you must have given me so much of your cum, Chris. Oh, I've got to dash." She started to walk awkwardly, her hand still trying to hold my cum inside her, picking up her flimsy panties with her free hand and heading for the tiny toilet that I had previously used. "Why don't you go back downstairs, we shouldn't be seen coming down together, okay?" She had called those last words back to me as she disappeared around the corner to the toilet while I was left standing alone in the middle of her bedroom, scanning about for tissues. I found some and quickly wiped the remnants of her and me and our sex from my cock, tucking it back through the fly opening of my trousers. Decent again, I rejoined the party. I only stayed for another half-hour. I looked around everywhere for Charles, but couldn't see him. Catherine was back in amongst the guests, chatting and drinking as if nothing untoward had happened. I pushed my way through the crowd and told her goodnight, adding "I can't see Charles anywhere, could you say goodnight to him and tell him what a good time I had," winking at her as I thrust my business card into her hand. "I will," she said, "and I will call." I hoped she would, this was the most exciting sexual experience of my thirty years. Chapter Two Charles called me midway through the following week, inviting me to join him for lunch. I was apprehensive, what if Catherine had told him what she and I had done together at his party in his house, or at best what if he was just suspicious. But if he was, there was no sign. He acted as if we had become greater friends by my being at his party. He did say that Catherine and he often had smaller, more intimate parties and they would love for my wife and I to come sometime. I wasn't too sure about that, the relationship between my wife and I was deteriorating, almost by the day. I doubted that we would see the current year out. One weekday afternoon the week after, I was just finishing up some work when my direct line rang. I recognised the voice immediately, after all, I had been hanging out for her promised call for the ten days since the party. I began to think that it wasn't going to come. "Have you missed me?" she mouthed down the phone quite seductively. "I have thought of very little else but fucking you while we watched the fireworks together." "Did you actually watch them? I thought you would have had your eyes closed, concentrating on getting me off. Did I tell you how good you were at that, what with all of the distractions?" "Yes you did, thank you … but I did find time to watch the odd flash of light. Or maybe it was just the fireworks set off inside your body that I was watching." "Yeah whatever! Listen Chris, I have to have you again, but it's difficult with my workload through the week - my days are in court and my nights are devoted to planning the next day. On weekends, Charles is always around. So I've persuaded him for us to have one of our key parties … they're quite famous amongst our friends." "Is that what Charles was telling me about?" "Telling you when? Have you seen Charles since the party?" "Yes, he took me to lunch in the week after, said we should be closer friends. I figured that maybe you had said something to him to encourage my friendship." "No, that's strange. No, I never said a word to him. Anyway, that's good if he likes you of his own accord. It will make it easier for me to include you in our guest list for the key party. Normally we just have the same couples each time so that word doesn't get out that we swing a bit. I don't need rumours abounding to blemish my lawyer reputation." "Oh, so you two are swingers." "No not really, it's just that we have about five of these parties a year, with only five couples there, including Charles and me. Just a nice dinner, something to drink, and then about 9.30, we throw all the guy's car keys in a bowl and the women pick them out. You can't pick your own husband's keys." "What happens then? Do you all pair off?" "Well, it's up to each pairing as to what they do … you know whether they go fuck or something. But they have to get in the cars and drive off somewhere, it's up to each couple. Some drive to one of their homes, if there's no kids at home … some go parking in some secluded lovers' lane. Hell, they could go to the Mall if they want." "So what do you usually do?" "Oh of course, I always get a fuck … the men that we invite know that I am always willing. A couple of guys are quite good, but a couple of them are real duds. I've learnt now so I always rig it." "How can you rig car keys in a bowl?" "I have my ways … believe me, I always get the man I want. And that will be you at the next party. Charles will call you. Oh listen, you have to bring a woman with you, but if you don't want your wife sleeping around with any other guys, you might like to bring a substitute wife for the night. Someone who likes to fuck as much as I do, if you know what I mean … and if you know anyone like that." "I'll have to think about that, Catherine. You see, my marriage is almost over. So perhaps I will bring her to inflict her on someone else. Come to think of it, I don't think she'd go for that sort of activity, even though she is pissed off with me. I'll find someone to bring and introduce her as my wife." Charles called the next day, almost on cue and I pretended that I was surprised when he explained the key concept to me and invited me to join their group. It turned out that one couple was away overseas on holidays so the group would be kept at 5 couples. I racked my brain, thinking about whom I could invite and eventually came up with a likely prospect. I had enjoyed a one-night stand with a young woman called Mandy after one of my company's Christmas parties, but she had moved on to another company and that made her ideal. I called her up and explained what was happening and she readily agreed to play my wife for one night, even though I told her that it was unlikely that she and I would get to fuck that night. My ego took a blow when I realised that last bit of information didn't upset her. It seemed that Mandy was more interested in the prospect of having sex with a stranger. The day soon rolled around, it was a Saturday. I had to explain to Barbara why I was going out without her that night and I seemed to get away with it. It had reached the stage where neither of us really cared what the other was doing. That of course meant no sex between us, so I was really horny thinking about having Catherine again. Through the day, I contemplated how we would do it this time, and where? I couldn't bring her to my home … and Charles would probably stay at home with the woman he won in the key lottery. So where to fuck? That was the big question of the day. I picked up Mandy from her place at 6.30 and we reached Charles & Catherine's house just on seven. They both greeted us warmly and Charles seemed to show keen interest in Mandy. Of course, he thought that she was my wife and that set me wondering. Does he know about Catherine's desires for me and feel that he can retaliate by bedding Mandy … or is he just a randy old bastard that wants to bed the new woman at his party? We were first there, but the other three couples followed us in within the next ten minutes. We enjoyed drinks out on the deck overlooking the lake as everybody sized everyone else up, imagining who they were going to get in the key lottery and what it would be like with them. I would have been playing that game myself if Catherine had not assured me that she rigged the game so I would be hers tonight. It was only our second meeting and she looked tremendous again. She had the figure that could make any outfit look sensational. Instead of going for a bright colour like last time, tonight she was the woman in black and the provocative dress complemented her black hair. Her tanned skin, exposed in lots of places, was the only contrast to the black theme. The top of the dress had a plunging V that was open to the waist, revealing totally the smooth insides of those gorgeous breasts that I was yet to suck on. It was obvious that there was no bra to hold them in place and they jiggled as she walked. One couldn't help watching her the whole time, expecting to see a glimpse of nipple appear, such was the limited containment offered by the two strips of material that swooped down from her neck. The dress was also backless to the waist. Below the waist, the dress covered her only to mid thigh … yes, it was short and her legs were covered in sheer black hosiery, probably hold-up stockings again. I was expecting to have this breathtaking woman tonight … my cock stiffened in my pants at the thought. All of the other four men paid an inordinate amount of time around Mandy and it was obvious that she was popular because we were the new couple … the fresh meat in a group of experienced swingers. I too drew some attention from the women, but one in particular was very forward and seemed to be annoying Catherine. Just before we adjourned inside for dinner, I saw Catherine take her aside and a quite heated discussion took place. Were they actually verbally fighting over who was going to get me in the key game? My stocks rose, but I was entrusting Catherine to sort it out … she was certain that her rigging of the game would secure me. We moved inside to the dining room for dinner, it was quite a tight squeeze around their table and I found myself seated next to the woman who had shown a keen interest in me outside. She was similar to Catherine in that she appeared to be a female predator and much of the meal was spent with her left hand stroking up and down my right thigh under the table. Okay, I'll have to admit it, her hand covered a bit more than my thigh … she constantly stroked and cajoled my hard-on through my trousers. At one stage, this woman used the cover of her serviette to try to ease my zipper down and I was forced to knock her hand away. I watched the clock ticking away, anxious for us to complete the eating and get on to the main event. Catherine had said that the key game usually started at 9.30, but to my delight – and relief after repelling the touching advances of my table-mate – our hostess stood at 9.10 and announced that we would all adjourn to the living room where the game would commence. All five men sat on one side of the coffee table and we were told to deposit our car keys into a large bowl that I guessed was usually used for short-stem flowers. Catherine walked along the line of men, holding the bowl and watched as we each deposited our keys, I was first and Charles was last. Then she walked across to the line of women sitting opposite. The woman who had sat next to me at dinner stated that it was her turn to go first tonight, but Catherine shut her up and advised that my date Mandy, being the new woman there, would get to have first pick. Mandy eagerly thrust her hand in amongst the keys while Catherine stood alongside her holding the bowl. Out came a set of keys and from the other end of the male line, I heard the familiar tones of Charles' voice uttering a loud, "Yes!" So the woman that I had brought to this party, held the host's car keys … her smile indicated that she seemed to be happy with her selection and she turned to Catherine and asked, "Do I go over with him now, or wait here until the others pick?" "You can go over and sit on his lap, Mandy," replied Catherine, appearing content with the opening pick. I wondered if she had rigged that combination too. Catherine continued to stall the aggressive predator, who had made no secret that she wanted me, while allowing two other women to make their picks and go to sit with their prize partners. That left that woman and Catherine sitting on the opposite lounge together, glaring at each other while a quite pleasant guy sat next to me on the male side, surrounded by three guys with women sitting on their laps. "I suppose I'm going to go last again," spat out the woman to Catherine. "No, not at all, you can have the next pick," said Catherine, oozing confidence. I admired her powers of rigging this game, but nevertheless, I was nervous that something may go wrong and I would end up with the predator. She certainly wasn't my type … and she was about ten years older than me. At least Catherine only had four years on me. The woman plunged her hand into the bowl, taking quite a lot of time. I guessed that she might have seen my car keys go in and she was now trying to find them by touch. Eventually, her hand pulled a set of keys from the bowl and held them up triumphantly, looking straight at me. The man sitting alongside me spoke up, "Wow, this is my fifth time coming here and at last I get the sex kitten." The look on the woman's face was total deflation. I imagined how I would feel if I was the guy sitting next to me. Her face told it all, he would not be having a good time with his alleged sex kitten this night. The woman turned to Catherine and screamed, "You bitch! How do you do it? You always get what you want. How do you do that?" Catherine remained cool and calm in spite of the verbal onslaught against her, embarrassed that the others were hearing these accusations. "I guess I better complete the formal proceedings and see that these remaining keys do belong to Chris." She reached into the bowl and produced my car keys, holding them up for all to see, "Voila!" Charles' voice came from the other end of the line, "Well done Cathy, now you look after the new man, he's a good friend of mine." I leaned forward and looked past the others at Charles down the far end, he winked back at me, seemingly assuring me that the sexual union of his wife and I that was about to take place had his blessing. After all, he thought that he had just won my wife in the game. Catherine rose and slinked sexily across to me, sitting herself down on my lap and looking back with a smirk at her competitor, who still sat on her own on the other side of the coffee table. Was she not going to come over and claim her prize, the poor guy next to me looked decidedly let down? "Come on, don't be such a poor loser, Jeremy here needs your loving," said Catherine sarcastically to the other woman. "I can't look after both of them." The woman's husband also joined in the admonishment, urging her to stop being such a bitch and give Jeremy a good time. Reluctantly, she rose and strode across to Jeremy, standing in front of him and holding her hand out, "Come on Jeremy, let's you and I go fuck somewhere, but you better be good." What pressure to put on the poor bastard, but I guess that most of the other guests already knew what she was like. I wondered if she was truly the sex kitten that Jeremy thought she would be and I also wondered if Jeremy was one of the two men that Catherine had previously described to me as 'real duds'. From My Lover to My Wife Catherine stood up to reiterate the rules to the group. "Usually we expect everybody back in an hour and a half, as you all know. Charles and I have been talking and we decided that 90 minutes is just not long enough, after all there must be foreplay, so you've all got until midnight to get back here." There was a collective checking of watches and one woman muttered, "Shit, that's two and a half hours!" Catherine responded, "Yes I know, that is a long time for any of the women who have their period tonight and can only give a blow job. But each time we do this, there's always a couple of pairings that get back late. That's unfair on the others, so we thought we would extend the time and then nobody should be late back. If you get back early, respect Charles who will be in the house with Mandy and wait outside in your car until the bewitching hour. Okay?" I sat there intrigued at how much planning went into this night. Catherine held her hand out for me, saying softly, "It's time!" and I rose and slipped my arm around her waist. She steered us toward the front door, leaving the others behind us still discussing who's house they would go to with their new partners. We headed for my car, but I was curious. Catherine knew that Mandy was a surrogate wife for the night, so I couldn't take her to my place. I wasn't worried though because this was a smart woman and I was confident that she would have a plan. I opened the door for her and excitedly watched for the great expanses of skin that were revealed as she slid into the passenger seat. I could be a blatant pervert tonight since we were both on a mission for sex anyway and she wanted me to look. I got in my side of the car and turned to look to her for directions. "Just up to the end of the road," she said with a smile. "Oh Chris, I have you at last. What a horrible wait this has been for us to get together again. Are you going to make me feel as good as last time?" Her hand reached across and fondled my erection still contained within my trousers. "Wow, you really are ready." I didn't want to tell her that the intimate fondling of her rival under-the-table had caused my current state. "End of the road, what's up there? We're not going parking in the car, are we?" "No silly, I need a bed for what I want you to do to me. One of my really good friends lives just up the street, she has a boathouse on the edge of the lake, it was done up as separate accommodation for her mother. The woman died a year ago, so my friend lets me use it whenever I have the need to entertain a man. Would you believe that Charles and I even used it one night in an attempt to rekindle some romance in our marriage." I started the car and drove slowly up the road. As we left from in front of Catherine's house, the other couples were starting to emerge, having sorted out where each pairing would spend the next two and a half hours. I picked up on Catherine's comment about her marriage, "Are you and Charles having some difficulties?" "Shit Chris, you've seen him, he's a proper dork … has absolutely no idea of how to please a woman. I pity your friend Mandy, she's in for a boring couple of hours. You might have to give her one when you take her home, that's if you've got anything left after I finish with you." She squeezed my cock again and I drove a bit faster. It was only half a mile until Catherine told me to stop in front of quite a palatial waterfront home. We got out of the car and moved silently to a side gate. "I hope there are no dogs," I whispered to my co-conspirator. "No, it's okay, no pets at all." "This friend who lives here, she wasn't one of the women at the party, was she?" "No, this woman is actually very straight-laced. She would never fuck a man other than her own. She wouldn't fit in with the people at my party." "Then how are you so friendly with her and why does she let you use the boathouse for fucking purposes?" We had now passed by the big house and were making our way down the rolling lawn at the back, a similar layout to Catherine's house further along the lake's edge. A building loomed up in front of us … it was the boathouse. Catherine pulled out a key from her purse and fitted it into the lock on the door. It swung open and Catherine flicked a light on. We entered a beautifully appointed little bed-sitter, the large double bed to one side attracting us immediately. "So are you going to answer my question?" I enquired again, eager to know why her prim and proper friend would allow Catherine to use this boathouse to bring her males friends to. "Christ, don't ever tell anybody. She is a judge and we get on extremely well … she has been a great help in some of my cases. Let's just say that I know enough about her for her to want to offer me this accommodation whenever I need it." "Are you blackmailing her?" "That's an awful word, let's just say that we have an arrangement. Now are you going to stop talking about that? You are eating into our two and a half hours, I extended the time purely for us to get it on properly, so let's fuck." I stepped forward to take her in my arms and I immediately felt her hands at my waist, tugging at my belt. My lips found hers and the kiss was hot and burning, her lips wet and soft and yielding. Inside, well what a mouth she had and my tongue explored it all. Her hands had got my belt undone and her fingers released the button and unzipped me, my trousers falling to the floor in a heap around my ankles. While we kissed, my hands roamed down over her bare back, finding the top of her dress at her waist. I rolled the palms of both hands over the dress, following the shape of her body from her thin waist out and over the twin rounded cheeks of her arse. I had to touch that smooth skin so my hands retreated to her waist and slipped under the waistband of her dress, finding as they explored her arse that this night she had chosen to wear a thong. One of my fingers insinuated itself into the tight cleavage of her arse and a mental picture formed in my mind of her perfect not too heavy arse cheeks. I was recalling how they looked to me that first night as I stood in the doorway leading from her bedroom to the balcony and she was bent over the railing, calling for me to come over and do her. My finger traced along the crease of her arse and I pushed it deeper between her cheeks, pushing the thin band of her thong aside, trying to feel her little anal pucker. Success, I touched it and she let out a whimper and I felt her reaction all the way up in her lips as she continued to kiss me back passionately. Our kiss at last broke and we looked at each other from barely 12 inches away, again those blue eyes of hers drawing me to her. I pulled my free hand – the one whose finger was not probing her anal ring – out of the back of her dress and brought it up to the gap between the two strands of material that just covered each breast. The back of my hand nudged the material aside and it came away from her magnificent orb, revealing the whole of her left breast to my gaze. The shape was just right and her nipple was begging to be kissed. I bent forward and sucked the engorged nipple into my mouth and her hand came up to hold my head firmly to her bosom. I licked and suckled on her nipple while Catherine murmured appreciative little sounds that implied she was enjoying the attention I was lavishing on her breast. After some considerable time on just her left breast, her hands pushed me away and I watched as she ducked her head forward and drew the inverted U of the material from around her neck. Her hands dropped the whole front of her dress down and she was now bared to the waist. I had her two identical breasts to now admire … and to lavish attention on. My head ducked to the right breast and again her hands came up to support and encourage my treatment of it. I must have spent at least ten minutes on her breasts while we both still stood awkwardly beside the large bed. Her other hand had dropped to my waist and ducking into the waistband of my briefs, she began to lavish as much attention on stroking my cock as I was doing with my lips and tongue on her magnificent nipples. Again it was her hands that stopped the action, "This is stupid, we've got a wonderful warm soft bed and we're standing here. Come on Chris, let's make ourselves comfortable." She turned and pulled the covers down. The judge had left some mints on the pillow and some condoms on the bedside table. "We won't be using these," said Catherine firmly, "I want to feel the skin of your penis probing me inside." "You got it, I never did like them," although as I confirmed to her that we would be riding bare-back, I did have a moment of concern about her past. She talked of having had many men and I wondered if I should ask. While I certainly should ask, I didn't want to destroy this moment so I stood by and watched as she placed both hands into the waistband of her dress and she pushed it down over her hips and then let it fall past her thighs and calves. From the back, I could see the thong disappearing into the crease of her arse as she knelt on the bed … it had snapped back into her arse cleavage after I had removed my finger from her anal ring. Now in the middle of the bed, she turned and I caught just a glimpse of the tiny triangle of material that barely covered her pubis before she slid her legs under the covers and the rest of her body slipped down out of sight. I shed my briefs and pulled my shirt off and joined her in the bed. It had been some time since our lips were joined, so I went there first, engaging her open mouth with mine and combining our wet swirling tongues in some kind of erotic dance. It was very effective, my body was on fire and judging by the sounds of her moans, I'd say hers was too. It was another long lip session and when at last we came up for air, I decided to give her options, "Do you have any preferences?" She answered my question with one of her own, "Do you like going down on women?" I smiled, "I do actually, that's one of my favourite things … I can usually guarantee to do the right thing by the woman even if my cock sometimes fails to live up to reputation." "Don't you malign your penis, I can vouch for its ability from last time. I guess your penis is why we're here with me tonight … and really I can't wait to feel it pushing into my vagina but I am a sucker for a man's tongue, so please go ahead." I was already pushing the covers back and moving my head down across her naked body, nipping her with little fleeting kisses on each breast, a special tonguey one in her belly button and then on her tummy just above her clit. I brought my fingers up to grasp the thin band of her thong and haul it down from her waist, watching keenly as her mons was revealed to me for the first time. I must say that I was intrigued that despite my calling my cock a cock, she had chosen to use a more clinical description for each of our genitals. I made a mental note to ask her about that, but not now. There was serious work to be done in getting her off … and then me. My whole body shuffled over hers to kneel between her legs and my hands came around and under her for each to hold up an arse cheek, tilting her pelvis up toward my face as my mouth hovered over her pubic mound. My thumbs pushed between her thighs and prised the lips of her labia apart and my tongue snaked out and licked one long stroke from bottom to top. Catherine's moan was electric, there was no doubting her enthusiasm and she thrust her pelvis forward at me seeking more tongue contact. I obliged with a second long sweep of the top flat surface of my tongue along her opening slit, ending it right on her emerging clitoris. "Yes!" she sighed, her lower body already humping up at my mouth. "Oh yes, don't tease … just do it!" I paused and pulled away, her body humping in mid air, "Teasing is fun, it's the foreplay to cunnilingus." What had happened to me, now I was using technical terms too, instead of just saying 'going down on a woman'. Her body was imploring me with its suggestive aggressive movements and her words only served to echo that, "Don't talk Chris … just get your tongue down there and get me off." It was now a command. Did I want to be bossed around by this woman? If it meant dipping my tongue into her hot cunt and licking her out, then following it with a hard driving fuck … then yes, most certainly yes … she can tell me anytime she wants. I resumed the task at hand, alternatively licking my flat tongue up along her labia lips, from that heavenly entrance all the way up to her now quite rigid clit, and then just getting the clit between my lips and sucking hard. For variation, I would stiffen my tongue and push it into the opening of her cunt. There was no one special thing for Catherine, she seemed to love it all, but she wasn't wasting any time. We were on a tight timetable to be back at her house by 12, so she pursued her first orgasm of the night with enthusiasm and vigour. When I could hear her tell-tale breathing indicating that she was close, I tried to pull back my mouth to delay her pleasure. But Catherine would have none of that, both hands reached down and grabbed a hunk of my hair, pulling my face hard up against her pubic mound, forcing me to finish her off now. I licked hard and I sucked hard and Catherine came hard, her thighs squeezing tight around my head, squashing my ears until I could almost not hear her loud panting gasps become screaming sighs as her body responded, giving her the initial release she obviously craved. My head stayed right where it was, cradled tightly against her crotch, her thighs rising up from the bed on either side of me. When at last the pulsing and throbbing of her pubis – against my face and mouth – died down and her body was still again, her thighs relaxed sufficiently for me to lift my head and I moved up over her body so that my face hovered above her wonderful breasts. She looked up and smiled at the sight of her juices smeared around my lips, my chin, my cheeks, there was even some on my nose. "You look like the kid in the candy shop," she said with an infectious laugh in her voice. "By the smile on your face, I'd say you may have enjoyed that nearly as much as I did." "More, I'd have to say Catherine." "Nonsense, I was the recipient, you can't enjoy it as much as me." She had a way of startling me with her suggestions of her promiscuity and she did it again. "Chris, I always thought that women did that best to another woman, because a woman knows the anatomy and how it should feel. But I have to say to you that you have a rare talent for a man … that was extra special. I may have to keep you around for a while." "That's good, I'd like that. But tell me, how many women?" "I thought by now you'd be asking me how many sex partners." "That was my next question, but first of all, you said women do it best. How many have you had do that for you to compare it?" "That will stay my little secret for now. Maybe some day I'll tell you, but a woman doesn't give up that information while she's courting." "Courting, is that what we're doing? I thought we were both married." "Technically we are, but from the way you talk, your marriage is as doomed as Charles and mine. We are only going through the motions. I can't stand being alone, so presently I am auditioning you … would you please go ahead and put your penis in my vagina for the next stage of tonight's test." "You ask so nicely … and so politely." My head dipped down and my mouth locked around one of her nipples. She sighed in acknowledgment of the good feelings. "That's nice Chris, but I have an urgent craving for a hard driving penis, so let's move on." Catherine certainly was a dominant female. She knew what she wanted – and when – and wasn't afraid to ask. Reluctantly, I tore my mouth off her nipple and moved my body higher, pushing my hard-on right up against her still spread and wet labia lips. I nudged it into the groove and she pushed her own body forward, sucking it into the channel. A couple of sliding strokes up and along her slit showed how ready and anxious she was for coupling so I manoeuvred my erection to the opening of her passage and without ceremony pushed it inward. The head of my cock slid forward quite easily and her muscles gripped it tightly and sucked it into her. My turn now to let out a long sigh and I paused for just a moment to savour the delight of her cunt holding my cock-head firmly within her gate. Then I adjusted my angle slightly and thrust forward. Our voices echoed the joint pleasures we shared as my cock began to enter her cunt. She was tight - so very tight – despite her suggestions of many men having travelled this path. The tip bottomed out inside her and I held there for fully 30 seconds, just soaking up the delight of being tightly packed inside this promiscuous woman who seemed to delight in sexual pleasures. Then, for fear I may be moved on for loitering, I pulled back, withdrawing my hard-on until again only the head was held within her liquid passage. Then I plunged it again and once more, our mutual appreciative moans filled the room. I gave it to Catherine with an amazing degree of control, considering how eager I was to reach a climax after turning myself on with my sucking and licking of her a few minutes ago. Yes, I tried really hard … she had indicated from her review of my first night performance that she thought I was a good lover. I was determined to justify her opinion of me, although my thoughts were nagged by her courting comment. There was no doubt that my own marriage was over, it just wouldn't lie down and die. But would I want a woman like this as a wife – and mother? Yes, I wanted to have kids one day, just as well it hadn't happened with my first wife. 'Oh my God, this is feeling so good, she is so tight and she responds so enthusiastically, her body never stops moving.' These were my thoughts as I attempted to stave off the inevitable, my testicles signalling to my brain that the cum train was ready to depart. But first, there was the little matter of her impending orgasm. It had snuck up on me, maybe because I had shut off so much to avoid spilling my seed into her too soon, that I never heard it approaching. Suddenly, Catherine was there, panting and moaning and making all those fabulous sounds a woman makes when she achieves the ultimate pleasure. Her body was definitely going over the top, she was yelling my name. That was good, at least she wasn't calling out Charles … or John or Geoff or Tony or Michael or whatever number of guys she had had do this to her. I must have been up there with the best of them. I did think of stopping for a moment, just to let her get her breath, but then I realised that I couldn't stop the train. The rhythm of my thrusts was steady and keeping my own release in a holding pattern. If I were to stop, my hard cock would feel the pulsing and throbbing of her body all around it, from all sides and it would likely trigger a release message to my balls. I plunged on, panting and occasionally moaning at the delight of how tight her cunt was, the sides gripping me as my shaft pounded in and out of her like a hard-working piston. I could feel the time approaching, I knew that the magic moment was close when my cum would soar up through the tube from my sac to the tip of my cock and explode into her. Whose heavy breathing was that, whose loud screaming moans, was that me being so vocal? Hell no, that was her again and she beat me by… what, who knows, maybe 5 seconds. Her body was throbbing again beneath me and she was screaming out fabulous comments and endorsements that all included my name. From My Lover to My Wife Then my own release hit right on top of hers and she added another "Yes, oh that's so good, cum in me … fill me up Chris." We lay just as we finished – my cock buried deep inside her, my body laying on top of her – until at long last neither body twitched or trembled any more, until there was complete silence in the judge's boathouse by the lake. I knew I was heavy for her, but even if I had the wish or strength to lift my body up off her, I couldn't get away because her arms and legs were locked around me, holding me to her. Eventually, she relaxed her hold, her legs falling to either side of mine while her hands roamed, her fingers on one hand softly caressing my arse. I flinched when her finger pushed between my clenched cheeks, "Oh, you're a bit sensitive there." "Nobody's ever touched me there." Her finger insinuated itself deeper until the tip touched my anal ring. "I can see I'm going to have to open you up a bit." I wasn't too sure what that comment meant, but her finger did feel good back there. I unclenched my buttocks and spread my legs to the outside of hers, separating my cheeks. Catherine pulled her finger away. I watched her face from above as she placed that finger in her mouth, licking it thoroughly while her warm blue eyes locked with mine. Then the finger was back at my now spread arse cheeks and I felt it push right on my anal opening. "Push out like you're about to pass a motion," she told me and again I wondered why she couldn't simply say 'like you're taking a shit.' I did as she told me to do and pushed with the muscles within my arse and I felt her finger sucked right up into my anus, all the way to the first knuckle. She wriggled it around and it felt good. "Ummm! I like that!" "I thought you would … you did look to me like you hadn't had that done to you before." "You're very observant … and you've got a really sexy finger." "We might explore that side of you some day when we both have more time. Have you ever put your penis up a woman's bottom? "No … no, I haven't!" "That was said with what seemed to be a degree of interest on your part. Is it something you would like to do?" I answered with a smile to her and my enthusiasm, "Yes, I'd like to try that." "That can be a treat for you to look forward to … but not for a while yet." Catherine pushed her finger in deeper and my arse flinched and I gasped. "Caught you by surprise, Chris." "Ummm!" "Does it still feel nice?" Her finger must have now been stroking my prostate gland. My cock had become flaccid after the strenuous sex, but I felt it responding as it lay dormant up against her pubic mound. "Yes, even better now!" "I can feel you growing again," she said, obviously aware of the growth of my cock between her thighs. "Do you think we could squeeze another go out of your beautiful penis?" "Paying compliments will get you everywhere, what do you want to do?" "Have sex of course, how we do it is up to you." She was a very forthright woman who knew what she wanted in life, but at least she understood to leave some decisions to the man. I smiled down at her with a glint in my eye, "How about I try it up your arse now?" "Sorry Chris, I'm not prepared, I didn't bring any KY with me. Let's call that your special treat, you can have it up there as a target to aim for." Rebuffed on my first bout of anal sex, I rolled off her to one side. I pulled the pillows from beneath her head and stacked them up against the headboard of the bed and I sat up with my back against the pillows. I looked down to check and my cock had miraculously renewed it stiffness, so soon after coming. She looked at me curiously from alongside me. "Come on Catherine, sit up here on my cock, it's your turn to do a bit of work." She lifted her body up to a sitting position then swung one leg over my body to straddle me, her knees tucked up beside my arse, her feet alongside my thighs. She raised her body up and positioned her cunt right over the top of my erection, her arms coming around to drape over my shoulders. Raised up high as she was to be able to place her pubis over my cock, her breasts were right in front of my face. I took this opportunity to suck on them again. That delayed her body lowering onto my cock for some considerable time, but the passion that I drew from kissing her nipples stiffened my hard-on even more. We were ready for the next bout of sex. This time, it was much slower, very relaxed and enjoyable. Catherine did indeed do all the work, she lifted her body up and down on my cock so slowly and determinedly, drawing great pleasure for both of us out of every movement. On some of her upward strokes where her tight cunt just barely held on to the upright head of my cock, she would pause to feed one of her breasts to my eager mouth. Time meant nothing to us, I'm guessing that this session must have lasted at least half an hour, neither of us wanted it to end. In that time, she sped up just enough on two occasions to bring herself to a climax. Fortunately, neither of those intense movements threatened to bring on my release. After her second orgasm of this session, Catherine glanced at her watch. "Oh my God Chris, it's nearly twelve." "You're not going to turn into a pumpkin, are you?" "No, come on, we've got to get back to my house. Everybody's meeting back there at twelve. I extended the time just to suit you and me, we can't be later still. Come on, are you done?" "No way, I'm still getting there." "Well, you're going to have to hurry it up." This was going to work against the self-discipline and control that I had developed as a mature 30-year-old. I began to push up into her hard and driving, attempting to feel her succulent insides stirring the sensitive underside of my cock. Catherine helped out by intensifying her own lifts and drops upon my hard cock and within 5 minutes more, I managed to get to a wonderful explosive finish inside her cunt. Catherine tried to lift off me as soon as I had cum, but I held her forcefully on top of my still erupting cock, "Don't go, I'm not finished impregnating you yet." She gave me a very strange look, "You wish!" she said, relaxing until my cum was done. I may have hit a nerve with her, it appeared to me from that reaction that pregnancy was not a word in her vocabulary. We dressed quickly, still smelling of sex with no time for a shower together. Of course, we were the last couple back at her house. Everybody was seated in the living room, most back to their original combinations. Mandy, the young woman that I had brought to masquerade as my wife, was sitting on her own, looking quite forlorn. I guess that Charles was not quite a catch in the key game. Charles was standing up by the fireplace, he looked very annoyed when we entered about 12.15am. "Sorry we're late," said Catherine, "There was just so much to do and not enough time to do it in." "I'll bet!" muttered Charles. "So how was it Chris, was she the gem that you expected she would be?" He had obviously been drinking quite heavily. "Don't answer that," said Catherine to me, then turned to her husband, "Don't be so obscene, Charles. If you can't hold your liquor, why don't you go to bed?" So our late return broke up the party. Charles muttered a loud "Well fuck you Catherine!" and stormed off upstairs to the master bedroom, not even saying goodnight to his guests. Catherine played the perfect hostess, moving around from couple to couple, thanking them for being there and apologising for the attitude of her husband. Soon, Mandy and I were the last couple there. I dare say that if Mandy had not been with me, Catherine would have found a way to arouse me for yet another go while her husband sulked upstairs. But instead, I gave my new lover an incredibly passionate goodnight kiss that caused Mandy to be so embarrassed that she said, "I'll wait outside for you Chris." I drove Mandy home and she told me in more graphic detail than I really required how inept and incapable Charles had been as a sexual partner. "I can't wait to get home and get my dildo going…" She paused, "Or you if you're up to it." I told Mandy that I doubted that I would be able to rise to one more occasion this evening. However, I did feel for her, she was the reason I was able to claim the main prize of Catherine in a real bed this night. So when we got to Mandy's house, I agreed to go up for coffee, although we both knew that was euphemistic language for having sex. I was right, there was not much life in my cock, but I went down on her and brought her to a powerful screaming orgasm with my tongue and my lips. Mandy was most appreciative, but I was more so. What a night I had had. Of course, getting home at 3am after my diversion to Mandy's place didn't go down well at home. In fact, it became the catalyst for the end of our marriage. My wife and I were already making plans to end our union when, on Tuesday morning, Catherine surprised me with a phone call at my office. "Chris, you are the first one I called. Charles and I have decided to split, our marriage is over. It was a sham anyway. He was never good at sex, but after my two nights with you, I can't stay in that relationship." "Strange you should call to tell me that, Barbara and I are splitting too." Her voice shot up several octaves, "Chris, how wonderful. Now we can be together whenever we want." Events moved very swiftly after that call. None of the four of us were contesting the divorce, so it was pretty much plain sailing. Before I really stopped to think about whether it was wise to marry a woman who willingly boasted of multiple sexual partners, I had proposed. We married twelve months after that fateful night that I had her on the balcony off her bedroom while her husband's fireworks display lit up the night sky. Chapter Three To say that Catherine's morals and ideals were strange would be an understatement. I discovered that she was rolling in money, her career as a criminal lawyer had really taken off and she knew how to charge. She recommended a colleague of hers to handle my divorce, a charming and attractive woman who appeared to be in her early fifties. When we emerged from the court hearing that was to end my marriage to Barbara, my lawyer slipped her arm in with mine, "Come with me, Chris … Catherine thought that my fee was a bit high so she suggested a way for you and I to work it out." The 50+ lawyer and I stepped into a cab and she gave the driver an address that turned out to be her mid-town apartment. When we entered, she threw her purse on the hall table and kept walking, calling back to me, "Would you like a drink first?" "First?" I responded, "What's second?" By now, she had shed her grey suit jacket and turned to face me in her crisp white blouse and grey skirt. "Me of course. Catherine recommended you to me as a client and she also felt that I could use you to account for ten per cent of my fee this afternoon. For ten per cent, you better be good." Fortunately I was. After six months of regular wild uninhibited sex with Catherine, I had become quite a bit more than a competent lover. After the lawyer lady opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate my divorce, she and I went at it in her bed for several hours. When I saw Catherine that evening, I was shagged out. "I'm sorry Cathy, after participating in your easy payment plan with your lawyer friend, I'm afraid I won't be up for much tonight." "That's okay honey, any time you can save ten per cent by using your body, it's a good deal." She was that way with money. They say that about people with loads of money, they are so mean in not spending it when they can avoid it. Of course, the experience with her lawyer friend got me wondering how many clients paid Catherine that way. Perhaps with her, the real cash was more important. I certainly hoped so. Our wedding night was equally strange. The event was held in one of the city's leading reception lounges and we had over 100 guests, the majority her friends since she paid for it all. About 10pm, I noticed that I had not seen my new bride for some time. I had a peep in the kitchen … not there. I headed back toward the toilets and found Catherine coming out of the office of the function centre. "Cathy, what are you doing in there?" She brought her hand up to her face and wiped the back of it across her mouth, "Just organising a discount on our bill." "What?" I asked, incredulous, "How are you intending to save spending money now?" "I just looked after the lovely Maria. That saved us five per cent on tonight's bill." Maria had been our hostess for the night, making sure that the event ran smoothly. "What, you are incredible!" She took it as a compliment, "Yes I am rather, aren't I?" "Cathy, why bother, you've got loads of money. You could afford this bill without stooping to that." I was only imagining what had transpired in the manager's office. Maria was the manager of this fine establishment and her husband was the chef. "We had been watching each other most of the night. I detected there was some interest there, so I tested the water, shall we say. The next thing we're in her office and I'm pulling her panties down. She's got a nice smooth shaved pussy, you'd like it." "I'm sure I might, but I'm hardly going to get to see it. So what did you two do?" "I sucked her out, gave her a pretty powerful orgasm, she seemed to go for it." "How much did that save off our $10,000 bill?" "Five per cent, honey. That's nothing to quibble about." "$500, shit you must be good." "You know I am … and so are you." She grabbed a hold of the front of my trousers. "What's this?" she said, looking deeply into my eyes in the corridor, feeling my hard-on within my trousers. "Does my little lesbian thing with Maria turn you on, hearing about me doing her?" "It must do," I was a little ashamed to admit that my erection sprang up only after she admitted going down on the woman manager. "Your turn will come, keep that strong," she told me, letting go of my hard-on. "And what's that supposed to mean?" "Maria is bi, I think she might fancy you too. We're going to go back to our guests for a little while. In about an hour, I'm going to suggest to her that we might be able to shave a little more off the bill by having you give her one of your specials." "Are you crazy Cathy? This is our wedding night, it should be just the two of us tonight." "That's okay, I will make allowances for you if you can't perform for me after giving the lovely Maria one. But you better be very careful, her husband is the chef, so don't let him catch you with a carving knife in his hand." It sounds incredible, but my new defence lawyer wife did the deal to have another $500 shaved off our bill. About 11pm, I snuck into the office to find Maria ready and eager, her hands already hiking her dress up in front to reveal her dark tanned legs. "How do you want to do this, Mr Chris?" she asked me in that captivating Latino accent. I looked around the office nervously, checking that we were indeed alone. "Are you sure you want to do this with me, Maria?" "Oh yes, Miss Catherine said that you are the best lover she ever had, I have to experience that for myself." "Gee thanks Cathy, there's no pressure now," I mumbled to myself. "What you say?" she asked as her hands had lifted her dress to her waist. She was naked underneath, a runway cut into her pubic hair and just the thinnest strip of paler skin marking her bikini line, untouched by the sun. "Nothing," I replied as my hands fumbled with my belt and zip and my trousers dropped, leaving my wedding day boxers tented by my erection. She made an appreciative little sound in her throat at glimpsing my arousal, although it was still covered. Then she stepped forward and I opened my arms to welcome her body to mine. She tilted her face up to mine for a kiss and we did and her parted lips and her tongue tasted good while my thoughts drifted to my new wife entertaining our guests on her own while I did the deed in here to save us some money. Maria's dress had stayed bunched between us at her waist. I felt the sexy woman's hands drift into my boxers and extract my cock, fondling it dangerously. Those hands felt good, but as much as I was enjoying exploring the body of a strange woman with my wife's permission, I actually wished that this was Cathy in about an hour's time in our hotel suite. All of this was for a saving of $500, money that my new wife could afford. Maria's fondling hands were becoming too good so I knew that I had to quicken proceedings. Still kissing her with passion and persuasion, I backed her up against her office desk, reaching around to push some papers to one side. Then I perched her arse on the edge of the desk and bent her body backward until her head and back lay flat on the desk. I had given up on the kiss, but Maria had sensed that the time had come and her fingers on my hard-on steered it to her now parted labia lips. I let her steer my erection through the juicy slit of her pubis before taking charge and pushing it at the opening of her cunt. She sighed and brought her feet clear off the ground, doubling her legs up to rest her heels on the desk edge either side of her arse. I nudged my cock-head into her cunt and she sighed. My hands reached out and I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her black bra. I guessed that it clasped in front between the cups and it did. I pushed the two parts aside from her luscious breasts and my hands went to work on her hard thick nipples. She was moaning regularly by the time that I thrust hard and drove the rest of my shaft deep inside her passage, beginning that exciting sexual ritual between two consenting adults. It was only the woman's husband who would not have been consenting and I had to fight to drive that image of him with a carving knife from out of my head. Despite the less than ideal circumstances of our fuck, I managed to exercise the restraint and control that I had developed since meeting Catherine and I delivered a pounding, but very loud, orgasm to the lovely Maria. I ploughed on, driving my cock into her body. This woman did not seem quite as multi-orgasmic as my new wife and as the minutes ticked by, I sensed my own impending climax approaching. "Feeling good Maria, you are one sexy woman, I love your cunt." I guess those words said breathlessly as I pounded my cock into her were enough to indicate to Maria that our time was nearly up. Her response really lifted the stakes on the $500 saving. "Not yet Mr Chris, Miss Catherine promised me I would get two orgasms from you." "Oh no," I screamed, feeling the makings of a good cum boiling around in my sac. One of my hands flew from her breasts to her clit, finding it stiff and aroused. I went to work on it, trying to lift her body over the top before I had nothing left. It all seemed futile, I could feel the delivery of cum leaving the factory down below. I had only seconds left, at most a minute. One hand on her nipple, the other on her clit were relentless, trying to drive her to completion while my cock thrusting into her cunt never missed a rhythmic beat. My release bubbled up toward the end of my tip with incredible speed and it seemed that all was lost as I felt my cock spasming and my cum surging out of the tip to fill her cunt within. Just in time, I heard her scream out a similar cry of release. So I cheated … yes, you could say that in a way I faked it. I should have been stopping my thrusts to savour the moment, that incredible feeling when your cock blasts out its first spurt of cum and you hang suspended within the woman's cunt, awaiting the second blast that will follow in another two seconds. But instead, in the midst of my spurting cock delivering my cum into her receptive body, I continued to pound into her like I wasn't at the peak yet, just to push her body into its second orgasm. From My Lover to My Wife Maria reacted strongly beneath me, throbbing and pulsing through her second coming. When I was certain that it was the real thing for her, I emulated my own hard driving release, even though most of my cum had already hit the mark. "Not inside me," screamed Maria in a panic, "Don't cum in me." She was now trying to push my body away. "A bit late for that now, Maria. I'm all done … you should have told me if you didn't have protection." "No, it's not that, I have protection. But my husband will want me tonight and he will know I've been cheating if he finds your cum inside me." "You should have thought of that sooner. You can't stop the express train when it's already at the crossing." I smiled, satisfied with my analogy. "Are you okay, I delivered you two, just like Catherine promised you." "Oh Mr Chris, it wasn't actually a promise, she just said that you were very good at it and I would possibly have two." She was smiling now, so her fear of her husband's cock wallowing around in her cunt still filled with my cum was slipping to a lower priority. "You are indeed very good, Mr Chris, thank you. I will amend your invoice. You better go now before my husband comes looking for me." I pulled my cock from her cunt and looked around for something to wipe myself clean. There were no tissues. I stuffed my wet cock back into my boxers and zipped up my trousers. I rejoined the wedding reception and sidled up to my new wife, "Mission accomplished!" She smiled to me, "Were you good?" "I was very good, would you like intimate details?" "No that's your thing, not mine. But would you like me to describe to you later how it felt when I licked her out?" I grinned back at my wife, "Now you're playing my tune." "I thought so," she said knowingly. Chapter Four The first six months of our marriage were very good. Despite my fears that her promiscuity would soon surface, Catherine seemed to be totally loyal and respectful of our marriage vows. She had kept the house by the lake in the divorce settlement and we seemed to be very happy there. We even held a couple of parties, but normal ones, not the famed key parties. The first sign of any adultery came right out of the blue one Wednesday afternoon. It was 5.15 and I was just wrapping up my work for the day, making my desk tidy when the phone rang. I picked it up to hear Catherine's voice, but her tone immediately panicked me, "Chris … can you … not come … home yet?" "Cathy, what is it, are you alright?" "Yes … yes … I'm fine … please Chris … just don't … come home … for two … hours!" Each pause in her words was punctuated by a heavy out-rush of air, sort of panting. It sounded like those sex scenes in movies when a woman tries to talk while a man pounds his cock into her cunt. It dawned on me, 'Oh shit no, is my wife in the middle of being fucked?' "Cathy, where are you, are you at home?" "Yes Chris … I'm trying … to tell … you! Stay … at work … or go … to a bar. Just don't … come home … yet. Ohhh!" I might have ignored her plea … I may have rushed home fearing that she was being raped. But that last 'ohhh' sigh told me a lot. I had heard that 'ohhh' often enough to know that was definitely pleasure in Catherine's voice. Whoever was pounding his cock into my wife's cunt while she talked to me on the telephone, was getting her off big time. "Who is it, Cathy? Why are you doing this?" "It's my … new client. Ohhh … oh my God … oh, it's feeling good!" I don't think that last admission was intended for me, she wouldn't be that cruel. In the midst of warning me not to come home, her body was responding to what this new client was doing to her. "Chris, I … ohhh … I can't say … anymore … just don't … ohhh … come home … yet." "Okay okay, but how long should I stay away?" I never got an answer to that last question. I held the phone up against my ear and listened intently to my wife of six months have a monster orgasm. All the signs were there, the panting, the breathlessness, the moans and the peak as she came and mumbled all the same things she did when she was coming with me. It was hard … hard to listen to! Yes … and that was hard too, my cock was rigid, straining in my pants. How could I be so turned on while listening to my beautiful wife getting it from another man? As I listened to my lovely wife coming down from her obvious orgasm, I heard her say, "Oh God, no more, that's enough!" Was it her first orgasm that I had just listened to, or had there been others before she called me and she was now appealing 'that's enough' because her body couldn't keep up. Who was this man and was he that good? Then a male voice telling her, "I've only just begun. I'm putting you through a solid workout this afternoon, Cathy." At least this mysterious male knew the name of the woman he was fucking … my Cathy. But he said it with such familiarity … a familiarity that upset me. Should I stay on the line listening to this sexual escapade of my wife? I suspected that she had dropped the phone, perhaps so distracted by her orgasm that she might even have forgotten that I could still be on the line. I would hate to think that she sadistically wanted me to hear this. The decision was made for me … the phone line went dead. I was confused, what should I do? Should I rush home and confront the pair? I was tempted, but then my wife is a criminal lawyer, she deals with some of the scum of the earth, murderers, armed robbers, habitual and hardened crims. Her call to me imploring me not to come home may have been a genuine warning, not a gesture of cuckolding. I went to the nearest bar and put away a couple of beers until 7pm, then drove home. I pulled into our driveway and got out of my car, there was a large black sedan parked at the kerb. I walked across the lawn toward the house, but got only halfway when a thick set man emerged from the black car and hurried to intercept me. "I wouldn't go in there if I was you." "This is my home," I said defiantly, "I live here." "That may be so, but my boss said to make sure nobody goes in. So to me, that means nobody, even you." He had placed a restraining hand on my shoulder. We had a stand-off happening on my front lawn. I took my mobile phone from my pocket, "I might have to call the police then." "That would be pretty stupid!" I never got to find out how stupid a move that might be, because we were both diverted by the front door opening and a shaft of light coming from the house illuminating us where we stood. Another large, heavy-set man emerged from my house. He was wearing a grey pinstriped suit with black shirt and white tie, the archetypical gangster image. Standing in the open doorway beside him and back-lit by the hall lights was my darling wife of six months in one of her skimpiest shortie powder blue negligees. It barely covered her crotch and her startling figure could be seen silhouetted in the flimsy garment. The man turned and kissed her sweetly on the cheek and I heard him tell her, "See you in court, babe!" He strode toward me across the lawn and I tensed, not sure what to expect from the man that had just fucked my wife. But then I realised that his bodyguard and I were standing between the front door of my house and his car. The gangster passed close by and muttered to me, "Your wife's a great fuck!" My fists clenched in anger, but what was I going to do. So in a silly act of bravado, I mumbled something stupid like "You're right about that!" and he moved on to his car at the kerb, stepped in and they drove away. I watched the black car slide away, then I turned to walk up to my front door where my wife still stood in her flimsy intimate attire. I stepped through the doorway into her waiting arms and she hugged me to her, possibly fearing my reaction. "I'm sorry Chris, that was really embarrassing. I'll try not to have it happen again." "What? You'll try not to do it again … or you'll try to not let me know it's happening." "It happens Chris, it's part of my fee structure when I take a case from one of these men." "But why, it doesn't have to be?" "It does for me, I am turned on by the macho power of these men … these criminals." "But it's mostly evil power, they have done wrong, some of them have killed people." "Very true, that was Bill 'Razor' Stevens … I have just accepted the task of defending him, he is alleged to have killed three people." "How can you let someone that ruthless and uncaring about human life have sex with you? Be that close to you?" "It's exciting honey … very exciting. I love you very much, but I cannot and will not eliminate these events from my life. They are not gentle men, so sex with them is often raw and quite frightening … sometimes it can be brutal. But the excitement of who they are and what they might have done rides in tandem with that fear." She slipped her body from out of my arms, but her hand took mine and we began to walk into our home, slamming the front door behind us. "Chris honey, while we were hugging, I detected your hard-on so it's not all bad. How long has that been up?" Should I admit it? Should I tell her that my cock had been hard ever since her phone call two hours ago? I did, "Since you called me in the office and I had to listen to you being fucked." "You're a sick little puppy, but we better do something about it then." She was steering me toward the stairs that led up to our bedroom. "Have I got sloppy seconds tonight?" On the stairs, she turned her head back down to look at me following her, our hands still entwined. "I'm afraid so." We continued to the top of the stairs and turned into the bedroom. Our large bed was unmade, in fact the sheets were rumpled and gave the appearance that some frenzied sexual activity had taken place here. As I got closer, I saw that there were two distinct wet patches. Catherine stopped and turned, "I tell you what honey, I have an idea. On our second date, the night of the key game, I promised you that you could have my bottom some time. Rather than have your lovely penis drown in Bill's cum in my vagina, would you like to try it here." She had turned away from me again and she bent over from the waist … my darling wife was dropping her crotch-soaked panties as she bent and her hands came back to pull her arse cheeks apart and reveal her puckered little anus. "It's dry in there … of course it will need some wet. Do you want to use that magic tongue of yours and lick me … or will I just get the KY?" I stood transfixed to the floor, gazing at her spread legs and the enticing new hole to explore. Was I up to licking her there? She must have guessed my indecision. "I had a shower just before Bill and I started, I scrubbed myself really clean back there in case he wanted to have me there too." I cringed at the thought that she would also offer this criminal her alternate entry point. I unbuckled my belt and dropped my trousers. She was still bent over awkwardly, "So what will it be?" she asked, "Tongue or KY?" "Tongue," I told her, stepping forward. "Oh goodie, I'd prefer your tongue … it should be hot and the KY's always cold." She straightened up just as I got to her. "I tell you what though. Just for old time's sake, let's do it out on the balcony, like we did the first night I met you." Catherine was certainly one for anniversaries and big occasions, she stepped out onto the balcony off the bedroom and stepped up to the railing, placing her hands on it, gripping it firmly and then stepping back with her feet, spreading them and again bending at the waist. "How's this?" I had followed her out into the cool night air and stepped up behind her bent over body. I dropped to my knees and that brought my face right up close to her stretched arse. My mouth opened, my tongue slid out, seeking to make contact with her smooth skin and then it touched a cheek, licking and switched across her arse crack and licked the other cheek. Then my tongue stretched down to the start of that rear cleavage, just above her cunt where I could see the residue of Bill the Razor's cum still leaking out. I drew my tongue up along the crease of her smooth arse, pushing it in so that the tip just lightly passed over her crinkled anal ring. She shivered, was it the cool night air or my hot tongue on her arse? I stopped where the indent of her arse ceased and the little hollow at the base of her spine began and moved my tongue back to the starting point. I looked in between her widely spread legs and a large dollop of Bill's cum was now hanging from her cunt lips, teasingly reminding me of her sexual encounter with the criminal client less than half an hour ago. I forced myself to ignore my mental images of my lovely wife spreadeagled on her back on the bed while Bill the Razor slammed his hard cock into her again and again. My tongue again avoided the hanging dollop of cum and started another licking swipe up along her arse, this time pausing at her anal ring to swirl the tip gently around it. Catherine shivered again at the same spot, it must be my tongue on her anus and not the cool of the night on her bare skin. "Push it in," she shouted out into the dark night beyond the balcony. I guessed that she meant my tongue and I stiffened the tip and tried to negotiate through her sphincter. My first attempt failed, but then I stared hard at her little pucker and willed myself to get it through. Success, the tip of my tongue pushed just inside her anus and she screamed out, "Oh yes, lick me out … I want your penis next." Even in the throes of passion, Catherine still could not call my penis a cock. I hoped that there was nobody out on the lake, listening to my wife shouting her requests off in that direction while I approached her from behind. I swirled the tip of my tongue around inside her arse a couple more times, then I withdrew it and prepared to plunge my cock into the same place. My wife suddenly turned and stopped me, "You've got me wet, but I need to get you ready." I now stood and she dropped to her knees in front of me and devoured my hard-on with her warm wet mouth, her tongue in a frenzy to get me ready before her arse dried out in the cool night air. Just as suddenly as she had started felating me, she was gone and her back was to me again, resuming the bent over stance, feet wide apart, her hands gripping the balcony railing. "Now Chris, for God's sake now!" she implored as I stepped up behind her and placed my erection exactly at her anal ring. "Yes, oh God, push it in!" My hands went to her hips and I gripped her firmly and thrust forward with my hips, pushing the head of my cock at her tight anal opening. My shaft nearly bent out of shape as it encountered her tight sphincter and she gasped aloud from what might have been a twinge of pain. I straightened, licked my fingers, ran them around the head of my shaft for more lubrication, then went back to gripping her hips tightly. I thrust forward again and to my delight – and extreme pleasure – my cock-head disappeared into her tight anus. "Unghhh!" Catherine screamed out toward the lake. "Are you okay?" I hollered from behind her, still not too sure as to how anal sex played out. "Yes … yes, I'm fine. Keep doing it, get it all in!" "You're a brave girl," I told her, sensing that this was possibly quite painful to her. "I owe you this, to make up for what happened today. So just go for it!" Later on I would chill out about her giving herself to the criminal thug, but at that moment, my emotions were still raw. I was hurt that she would have sex with a client when we had only been married six months, but I was also still turned on by having heard some of that illicit sex playing out on the phone. Something told me that this had to be aggressive sex. It would satisfy my lust and it would help my wife purge her guilt. So I went for it, in just two more thrusts, I drove all of my hard cock deep inside her arse. Then, with only a short delay for her to adjust to my cock's intrusion in her rectum, I began to plunge in and out. It would be quick, control and restraint would not be a consideration as I plundered my wife's arse. As my cock's virgin entry and exit to Catherine's tight rectum became smoother, I found I could take my hands off her hips and I wrapped them around her body for my palms to cup her breasts. Her nipples were huge, stiff and aroused by not only my fucking of her arse, but no doubt also by the cool of the night. My animalistic fuck did not last long, pretty soon, my cock exploded, injecting jet after jet of my hot cum into her bowels. My pleasure was immense, she was so tight in this passage … there was certainly something to recommend for doing it this way. Catherine didn't derive a release from this experience, but she had cum already with Bill the Razor, so I felt that I didn't need to worry about that. I had cum hard and very forcefully and I was completely satisfied. I held my ground inside her rectum for a bit longer, until my cock began to deflate and then I pulled my dripping, now flaccid cock from out of her. "How was that" she asked, straightening up slowly and then turning to face me on the semi-darkened balcony. "Awesome … your arse is awesome!" She smiled in spite of the hard driving workout I had given her tiny pucker. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I may have been a bit brutal." "You were a bit aggressive, but I deserved that, letting Bill the Razor have me. It must have been a shock for you to get my call?" "Was that your idea to call me?" "No, a bit after we started, Bill said he didn't want my husband walking in on him while he was in the middle of doing me. He said that I should call you and warn you to stay away." "Did you have to call me while he was in the middle of fucking you? Couldn't you have waited until he took a break?" "There didn't seem to be a break, he was pretty good at it … just kept on going." I thought if I left it any later to call, you would have already left the office and be heading home." "Okay, that's all right." "Why, were you upset to have to listen to me talking to you while a man was putting his hard penis into me? I was upset for you to have to hear that, but then I thought that it might have turned you on?" I hesitated, I had already admitted it earlier. "Well it did actually," I told her in a whisper. "I thought it might … so it made you hard, did it?' "Yes … very hard, Cathy." "That's a good thing, I like that." "But don't do it too often, Cathy," Chapter Five It would have been about a month on from Catherine's encounter with Bill "the Razor" Stevens. We had one of our Saturday night parties, with about twenty guests, but it was a bit cool for swimming and by about 12.30am, most had gone home. I wandered over to the long rectangular dining table and sat down in the seat nearest one end. Soon, my wife appeared and dropped herself down in the first seat on the opposite side of the table from me. We began to talk about how the evening had gone. I quickly realised from the number of words she slurred over that Catherine was about as pissed as I was. "Who's left here?" I asked her, wondering if we had to offer a bed for any remaining guests who may have been too inebriated to drive home. "I think only your nephew," she told me, looking around the dining room and then peering back through the doors to the living room to see if she could spot him. Just at that moment, my nephew appeared from the other direction.