0 comments/ 113944 views/ 13 favorites Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 01 By: KKHowling Cathy and Trish had been sitting in a booth sipping coffee and gossiping ravenously for nearly an hour. Every so often one of them would say something and they would both burst out laughing. The two of them got together every couple of weeks for these sessions and they'd spend at least an hour talking about everyone and everything. They were both insatiable gossips and shared a cynical, jaded sense of humor. They fed off of each other's acidic wit as they discussed the private lives of everyone the two of them knew. Neither of them was mean spirited. They simply enjoyed making themselves laugh, and if it was at the expense of others, at least no one knew it. Because these get-togethers revolved around gossip, they didn't spend much time talking about their own lives. Sure, there was always some venting if a husband or friend had ruffled some feathers. But by and large, Cathy and Trish both preferred to talk about other peoples' lives. So Cathy wasn't expecting it when Trish confided in her. "There's something up with Ed," Trish told Cathy. Ed was Trish's husband. "Oh?" Cathy replied, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah, lately he's been really pestering me to go down on him." Cathy's eyebrows shot up more as her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" Cathy couldn't immediately think of anything to say. "Yeah, for the last month or so," Trish said. "It's very unlike him." "What do you mean?" Cathy and Trish didn't usually discuss their own situations, so Cathy didn't really know why Trish would think there was something wrong about her husband wanting head. "Well, it's not something we've done in a long time, you know?" Trish replied. "And he never really asked. Not right out, anyway. He would always hint around about it, but never come right out and ask me to." Trish sipped her coffee. "But now... he certainly isn't being shy about it!" She laughed, but it sounded forced. Not the easy laughter that they usually experienced. "So...?" Cathy prompted, but Trish didn't seem about to volunteer more information. "Did you?" "No," Trish said quickly. Cathy felt a little disappointment, but she wasn't sure why. "No, I almost let him talk me into it the other night, but..." Trish looked up at Cathy, shrugged and looked away. "I never really liked it. I did it for him, of course, because I loved him and knew he liked it. But, I don't know, I feel like I've outgrown that kind of stuff." Cathy stared at Trish for a moment, not sure how to respond. They weren't in the habit of giving each other advice or being supportive. They were there to dissect other peoples' lives, not their own. "What would you do?" Trish asked after a silence. "I don't have that problem," Cathy replied without thinking. "Jim doesn't like it." "Lucky you." "No, not really," Cathy said without taking her eyes off the table. "I miss it." "Really?" Trish asked, surprise in her voice. "You do?" "Oh, sure," Cathy said. "I always liked it. And yeah, I was pretty disappointed when Jim told me he, you know, just didn't really want me doing that anymore." Cathy looked up and shrugged. "Amy told me once that she liked it," Trish said, the disbelief still present in her voice. "I don't understand it. I mean, I did it, but it was for him, not because I liked it!" She gave another forced-sounding laugh. "I don't know," Cathy replied. "I guess you hear all the time that women don't like it. Or shouldn't, or whatever." She flashed a wan smile. "It was always one of my favorite things though." Her mouth gave a wistful twist and she shrugged. "Wanna come over an blow Ed for me?" Trish asked and they both laughed. This time the mirth was a more genuine. "So why is Ed suddenly pushing you to?" Cathy asked after they finished laughing. "The kids in the store, I suppose," Trish said. Trish and Ed owned a retail store and they employed a lot of high school and college kids. "I hear them talking sometimes and, wow! The things they say! And I'm talking about the girls!" Trish added emphatically. "Anyway, I overhear them talking all the time and I'm sure Ed does too. And they talk alot about giving blow jobs. Who goes down, who doesn't. Who spits, who swallows. The works!" Cathy nodded. Yeah, if Ed was hearing a bunch of cute little teeny-boppers talk about it all day long, it was no wonder it was on his mind when he got home to his wife at night. "So what are you going to do?" Cathy asked. "I don't know," Trish said with a shrug. "I don't really want to. And I don't like why he wants me to. I know all he'd be thinking about is the girls at the store." She looked up at Cathy as if looking for approval, but Cathy was momentarily lost in her own musings. "I mean," Trish added hastily when Cathy didn't immediately reply, "I always used to do it for him. You know, as a special treat. Birthdays, New Year's and stuff like that. But this is..." Trish couldn't seem to find the words she was looking for. "This isn't about me and Ed. This is more about him getting horny over a bunch of kids. I don't think that deserves special treatment." Cathy nodded. Trish was right about that. If it was a special thing for her to give him, then it should be about the two of them. Ed getting worked up over the sex life of a college girl was no reason for his wife to lavish this favor on him. At the same time, Cathy was wishing that Jim, her husband, would overhear someone talking about it and come home wanting one. Cathy wouldn't care what the reason was. By her count it had been almost ten years since the last time she had given her husband oral sex. And, considering it was something that Cathy had always loved doing, that was quite a dry spell. "So Jim really doesn't like it?" Trish asked. "I thought all men did. I thought that's what all of them wanted. More than sex." "Yeah, I thought so too," said Cathy, letting disappointment creep into her voice. "The guy I dated in college, well, yeah, he definitely liked it much better than sex. It was normal for me to do him two or three times a day. And we'd have done it more if we could have found more chances to be alone!" "Two or three times a day?" Trish gasped, incredulous. "Oh my God! Two or three a year is a lot to me!" "Yeah, well, he loved it and so did I, so why not?" Cathy smiled and shrugged. "I had some of the best orgasms of my life that way." Trish blinked, speechless. "It's true," Cathy said, enjoying Trish's reaction. "You know how incredible it feels when you climax together during sex? Well," Cathy continued without waiting for Trish's response, "it's even more intense when it's oral. For me, anyway," Cathy added. "You... cum while you're giving...?" Trish was apparently still not over her surprise. Cathy nodded. "Oh yeah," she smiled, feeling a little bit of red creep into her cheeks. "And Tommy, my college boyfriend, he got pretty good at holding out until I was close, right? And a bunch of times, we timed it perfect. Tasting him just as I was getting there... WOW!" Cathy nodded her head, "Oh yeah! It was frigging incredible!" The semi-stunned look on her friend's face encouraged Cathy to continue. "The first time it happened, I came so hard that I forgot he was cumming too and I almost choked!" Cathy enjoyed watching Trish's eyes widen. "So what are you going to do?" Trish asked her. "What do you mean?" "Well, if you love it so much and your husband doesn't, well...?" Trish raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I don't think I'd cheat on Jim," Cathy said, but there wasn't much conviction in her voice or in her heart. "And I'm not blowing Ed either!" They laughed again, but it wasn't as funny the second time. "What about Tony?" Trish suggested. Tony was the twenty-something hunk that worked in the back at Trish's store. Cathy and Trish often joked about using him for their own sexual amusement. This was a little less of a joke though, Cathy sensed. Tony had quite a reputation around the store. No doubt some of the girls who were overheard talking about blow jobs had been talking about what they had done or wanted to do with Tony. But Tony was a twenty-something hunk with a steady supply of eighteen year olds to pick from. Cathy was in her late thirties, and while she was still in pretty good shape, she certainly didn't have the body of a teenager. She said as much to Trish. "Why bother with old ladies when you've got all that fresh young meat around, right?" she said to Trish with a slight laugh. "Don't sell yourself short," Trish admonished. Cathy was expecting some sort of pep-up. But Trish totally surprised her. "You know Margaret? Our accountant?" Cathy nodded. Margaret was a sweet little woman, late forties, early fifties that had worked for Ed and Trish for several years. "She fucks him. Regularly!" Cathy was so surprised that she just sat slack jawed waiting for Trish to elaborate. "Yep," Trish went on after she had savored the shock on Cathy's face for a few moments. "She goes to a craft group every other week. She leaves her house a half hour earlier than she needs to and gets to the group a half hour late!" "Isn't she married?" was all Cathy could think to ask. Trish nodded. "Twenty-five years. Turns out her husband just wasn't paying any attention to her, so..." Trish shot Cathy a sly look. "If he's giving it to her, he'll sure as hell let you give him a hummer!" "Yeah, and have it broadcast all over your store? I don't think so!" While Cathy wasn't giving this whole idea any serious consideration, there was a part of her that couldn't resist fantasizing about sucking a nice hard cock again. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that!" Trish said. "Tony is nothing if not discrete." "Oh, really? Then how do you know about him and Margaret? I can't imagine she told you!" "Uh, well, I didn't actually hear it from anyone," Trish said, her voice dropping low. The way she said it made Cathy very curious. She leaned forward to hear. "It was the surveillance video," Trish told Cathy. She nodded and Cathy almost exploded waiting to hear Trish elaborate. "Yep, she did him right there in the store." "Tell me! Tell me!" Cathy hissed with a giggle. "I gotta hear this!" "It was a Sunday. They were there, with Ed, counting inventory for an audit. When Ed left, Tony was finishing up in the back and Margaret was upstairs updating the computer for the audit. I stopped in just after Ed left to get my wallet--I left it there the day before. "Well, there's no one in the office, so I go to the video monitor for the back room. And that's when I saw them! He was sitting on a chair and she was kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing away in his lap!" Trish paused, giving Cathy a devilish look. "No way!" Cathy cackled. "She was blowing him?" "Yep," Trish said, laughing. "That little schoolmarm accountant was sucking that boy's weenie like it was the last one left!" They both laughed again. For Cathy, this was the real reason they got together--to talk about other people. This was much more fun than the time they had spent talking about their own lives. "So did she suck him off?" Cathy wanted to know. "Nah, she got up and he bent her over the table in the receiving area. Plowed her from behind for a good ten minutes and then squirted it all over her back and ass!" "Holy crap!" said Cathy, still giggling. "That's freaking awesome! So how do you know about her going to his house?" "Oh, I started asking her questions--subtle ones--on Monday. And she knew I knew something, but she was doing her best not to let on. Eventually, she did tell me. At least part of it. She never did fess up to doing it in my store though!" "Did you ask if she sucked his dick?" Cathy for some reason was fascinated at the idea of a middle aged asexual-seeming woman going down on a young guy. Trish shook her head. "Nah, she didn't give up any details," Trish shrugged. "And I kinda felt bad for her. She was mortified that I found out. I never did tell her how I found out," Trish added with a smirk. "So do you have the video tape?" Cathy asked. She found herself dying to watch it herself. But Trish shook her head. "No, the tape wasn't running. I didn't realize it until afterward." Trish shrugged. "It wasn't much of a picture anyway. The only thing you could tell is that the rumors about how well Tony is hung are true!" "Really?" squealed Cathy. Trish had told her about the rumors a while ago. Whenever they were joking about sexual fantasies and Tony, the rumors were always mentioned. "Now I'm going to have to do him!" They both laughed. "You might want to reconsider!" Trish joked. "I think he might actually be too big!" "Oh, I don't know about that!" replied Cathy, only half joking. "Tommy had almost nine inches and he was pretty thick too. I never had any trouble with that!" "Damn, girl!" said Trish. "You sucked a dick that big? Three times a day?" "Uh huh. I could deep throat almost all of him, too!" Cathy held up her thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart. "All but about that much of him." Cathy felt herself getting a little warm thinking about it. "Okay, I gotta stop thinking about it. I'm getting a little too worked up!" She laughed as if she were making a joke, but she really did feel her pussy stirring at the thought of her college boyfriend. "Well, there's always Tony!" Trish laughed. "I don't know if he has nine inches or not, but he does have a big dick! Want me to have him work late one night this week?" The two of them were still laughing, but behind her laughs, Cathy was fantasizing a little. Mostly it was about her college boyfriend, but the idea that there was a big young cock around that could be sucked was figuring in to her musings as well. "I'll tell you what," Cathy retorted. "You blow Ed and I'll blow Tony. Deal?" "That's a losing deal for you," Trish shot back. "Eventually, Ed's going to wear me down and get me to do it. He almost got me to the other night!" "You still don't get it!" Cathy laughed. "I like doing it! So it'd be a win for me! You'd be the one gargling with Scope to get the taste out of your mouth!" Trish nodded, laughing. "I still can't believe that you get off that way," she said. "Believe it," Cathy said as their laughs subsided. "Nothing turns me on more!" "So," Trish started slowly. "If you like it so much, why doesn't Jim, you know, work with you?" "It's not that simple," Cathy said, trying to figure out how to explain it. She had never really explained it to herself. "If he's not into it, then I'm not into it. It's how turned on the guy gets that makes it what it is for me. I can't just go suck on a cucumber and get off!" They both cracked up again. "But seriously," Cathy continued, "it really is about getting the guy off. That's the exciting part. That's what gets me going. Jim did try, I think, to let me, but..." Cathy shrugged. "When it was obvious he wasn't all that into it, for me it was like 'what's the point?' You know?" Trish was nodding, but Cathy wasn't sure that her friend really understood. After all, Trish wasn't into getting a man off. It was something she did because she felt she had to. Not something that turned her on. "So," Trish began again. "If you ever want to again, you're going to have to go elsewhere!" Trish smirked at her. "I know where there's a hot stud with a big schlong. I bet he'd let you suck it!" "Yeah, whatever," Cathy waved a dismissive hand at Trish. "Say 'hi' to Ed's dick tonight when you have your face in his lap!" "Seriously, though," persisted Trish. "If you could, why wouldn't you?" "Well, for starters," Cathy shot back, "it would involve a dick that was not my husband's! Would you screw around on Ed?" Trish shrugged. "No, not to give a blow job, that's for sure!" she smiled, but Cathy didn't smile back. "No, really," Cathy pressed. "If your husband wasn't doing it for you, would you go somewhere else or would you learn to do without?" Trish shrugged again. "Ed's never really done it for me. No one has." Cathy just blinked at her friend. Trish had never told her that before. "You've never...?" Cathy began. "Not never!" Trish quickly corrected her. "Just never during sex. I don't know, I just never get there that way." Cathy nodded, not sure what to say. She couldn't imagine not reaching orgasm at least some of the time. Sure there were plenty of nights when Jim popped his top before Cathy could get close. But there were other nights when she came two or three times. No wonder Trish was more interested in other people's sex lives! "So now we know there's no reason for me. But there's still you," Trish resumed. Cathy shook her head. "Why are you pushing this?" she asked Trish. "I've already told you I couldn't." "You say you couldn't, but you should have seen the look on your face when you were talking about your college boyfriend!" "So?" "So," Trish said, "you obviously want it. Now me, I don't have any reason to want it. But you," Trish gave her meaningful look. "You obviously have a reason to want it! And it's right here for the taking. I bet I could hook you up by tomorrow!" Cathy was shaking her head and denying that what Trish was saying was true. At the same time, she was remembering all sorts of things she had done in college that she must have forgotten about. She remembered the time that she gave Tommy a quick one when her roommate went downstairs to put in laundry. And then giving him a second quick one half an hour later when her roommate went back for the clothes. She remembered the day that her roommate was away and she told Tommy she was going to see how many times she could get him off. She thought it wound up being something like six or seven times, but she couldn't remember for sure now. Most of all, Cathy remembered the incredible orgasms she had when she came just as Tommy's shaft was stiffening and erupting in her mouth. These were memories that she hadn't recalled in many years. Now Trish had her thinking about them. Worse, Trish had reminded Cathy of how important oral sex had been to her at one time. Was it still important? An hour ago Cathy would have shrugged off the question. But now she found herself reminiscing about it in a dangerous way. The more she thought about it, the more Cathy realized how big a hole there was in her life now. There was nothing in her sex life with Jim that had ever compensated for that loss. She loved her husband and they had great sex together. Or at least they had, back before they had kids. But nothing had replaced the passion and gut wrenching orgasms she had known before. There was a thrill to it--kneeling in front of a man, his cock in her face as he waited for her to satisfy him--that intercourse did not duplicate for her. So? It had been ten years and she'd survived. She would continue to survive without it. Trish stirring up her memories, getting her thinking about it, might make the idea of doing it again seem tempting. But the idea of actually doing something about it, actually sucking another man's cock, well... Cathy didn't see that happening. "Want me to make the call?" Trish asked, smirking. Cathy scowled and shook her head. "Are you out of your mind?" she asked. "I told you, it's all about wanting to please a man, get him off. It can't be just anybody. It has to be someone that I really want to do that for!" "Are you sure?" Trish asked. Cathy blinked, not sure what Trish was asking. "I mean," Trish elaborated, "are you sure it's the guy and not the cock?" "It's the man," Cathy said with certainty. "Are you sure?" Trish persisted. "Yes, I'm quite sure." "Did you ever blow a guy you hardly knew?" "Uh, no," Cathy said after thinking for a couple seconds. "Then how do you know?" Trish said, as if she had just caught Cathy in a contradiction. Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 01 "Look, I know," replied Cathy. How could she make Trish understand? It was the man who's world Cathy wanted to rock that made her wet. The sucking of his cock was just a way to accomplish that. "So the thought of a big dick right in front of you doesn't do anything for you?" Trish asked, her tone indicating that she already knew the answer. "It's not just about a dick," said Cathy, exasperated. "It's the situation. It's a man that I want to please who loves to be pleased that way. Tommy was a perfect example. I had a couple other boyfriends between him and Jim that I really got into it with too. But I'd never get into it the same way with a stranger. It just wouldn't do it for me." "And Tony's a stranger?" "Well, yeah, pretty much," Cathy was starting to get irritated. "I might have said 'hi' to him once or twice." "What if," Trish said slowly, a mischievous smirk on her face. "What if I told you that I did have a tape of Margaret and Tony?" Cathy blinked. She wasn't sure how that figured into the discussion, but she found herself eager to see any such tape. "I lied," continued Trish. "The camera wasn't recording when I first saw them, but I noticed right away and hit record. I took the tape home and hid it. When I'm alone, I put it on and watch it. Sometimes I get pretty turned on by it." Trish gave a nervous laugh. "Wanna see it?" Cathy certainly did. She wasn't sure why, but the idea of Margaret, the fifty-something, librarian-looking accountant sucking the dick of a young guy, letting him fuck her from behind, really piqued her curiosity. And, she admitted to herself, got her a little hot. Would Trish really show her the tape? Of course, Cathy was well aware that Trish had an ulterior motive. Did Trish really think that watching that tape would suddenly turn her into a cock-craving slut? That after seeing Tony's dick, she wouldn't be able to control herself? The whole thing was laughable. "Yeah, I want to see it," Cathy told Trish. "But don't get your hopes up." "What?" Trish said, feigning innocence. "You know," Cathy admonished. "Just seeing that tape isn't going to get me all hot and bothered to the point where I'd do Tony." "Hey, I'm just trying to help you out," Trish said with a grin. "Yeah, okay," retorted Cathy. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we ought to form a little club, a sex therapy club. We'll figure out ways to take care of all our unfulfilled needs. You go and find me a dick to suck, and I'll find you someone who can fuck you well enough to make you cum. While we're at it, we could set up Tracy with someone. You know how she's always bitching about her husband's dick being too small. And Margaret, well, she seems to have solved her problems without our help. Then there's Amy..." Cathy cut her tirade as she saw the smile widen on Trish's face. "What?" she asked, getting truly annoyed. "Nothing," laughed Trish. "Just that I already took care of Tracy. She's been fucking Tony for months now!" Trish laughed again. Cathy gaped. Tracy? Tracy bitched a little bit, but Cathy never suspected that she would ever do anything outside of her marriage. "Oh," Trish continued, "And Amy doesn't need any help either. From what I hear, she's been fucking around on her husband for quite a while now. Two or three different guys, I heard." That didn't shock Cathy. Amy was a bit of a party girl who had always seemed somewhat immature to Cathy. But Tracy... That was a bit of a jolt. "Tracy?" Cathy asked, still in disbelief. "And Tony?" Trish gave her an evil grin. She was clearly enjoying this. "Yep. It took a while to talk her into it. And she wanted to see the tape, of course," said Trish. "But she eventually came to the conclusion that if she ever wanted a big one again, well, she had to take the leap." Trish gave Cathy a look that seemed to say, "You'll give in too." "I don't know," Cathy said, shaking her head. "Tracy cheated on her husband because he wasn't big enough? There has to be more to it than that." "Don't kid yourself," Trish told her. "Tracy said she dated a couple guys who were really well hung and she loved it. She actually told me that Bill is average or maybe a little above, but she really missed how it felt to get pounded by a really big one!" Trish tittered. "Her explanation kinda reminded me of you. She had something that really turned her on, but she's had to do without it since she got married." Cathy shook her head, still not sure she could believe it. When Tracy had complained about her husband not being big enough, Cathy had always assumed that she meant her husband was small. Tracy was a tiny thing, just over five feet tall. She was thin too. Cathy would have thought that an average size man would be more than adequate to satisfy her. Cathy had had sex with a really well hung guy and it could be great, but she had never felt like she needed anything bigger than average. Her husband was six inches long, reasonably thick and he filled her quite thoroughly. How could a petite number like Tracy need nine inches to be satisfied? "Well," Cathy insisted, not sure if she sounded convincing, "I don't need to go anywhere else. I'm pretty happy with my life the way it is." "Suit yourself," said Trish, still smirking. What was with that smirk? Cathy wondered. Did Trish really think Cathy would come running at the sight of a dick? It was starting to grate on her nerves. There was some tension in the air as they finished their coffee and left. Trish was still giving Cathy a look that implied she knew something. And it was really irritating Cathy. Especially because she had been thinking about how wonderful it would be to give a blow job again. Not that she was tempted by Tony, but the idea was rolling around in her head and that was Trish's fault. Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 02 Shortly after her coffee with Trish, Cathy called Tracy and invited her over for coffee. It was something they did from time to time. Not as often as Trish and Cathy got together, but still common enough that Tracy would have no reason to suspect anything. While waiting, Cathy looked in the mirror at herself. She wasn't bad looking for being in her mid-to-late thirties. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was a little dry from colorings and there were crinkles at the corners of her blue eyes. But overall, her face was still pretty. Not the fresh pink skin of twenty years ago, but not bad. Her body too was reasonably attractive. Her boobs had somehow grown from B cups to C's and started sagging a little. Her hips and thighs were a bit thicker than she would have liked, but she could still wear a tight pair of jeans. She had the inevitable belly sag that came from having children, but she was still reasonable trim. As she looked at herself, she decided that she was still young and vibrant. She still had plenty of sexual energy and desire. And she was still looking good enough that she could have expectations. The only question that she couldn't answer was what to do about it. When Tracy came over, Cathy was as patient as she could be, keeping the talk mundane and boring for the first half hour. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. "So," she said with no warning, "did you hear about Margaret and Tony, from Trish's store?" A bunch of expressions flitted quickly across Tracy 's face, but Cathy wasn't sure what any of them were. "What?" "You know Margaret? The accountant?" Cathy said, as if revealing a juicy piece of gossip. Tracy nodded. "She's screwing the stock boy, Tony!" Cathy arched her eyebrows in a "what do you think of that?" look. She studied Tracy 's face, looking for a clue, but Tracy was careful to keep her expression neutral. That in itself confirmed to Cathy that she at least knew something. If Tracy was hearing this for the first time, she would have at least some reaction. The fact that Tracy was trying so hard to keep a poker face told Cathy all she needed to know. Trish hadn't just been pulling Cathy's chain. It was true: Tracy was fucking Tony. "Yep," Cathy nodded, smiling impishly. "I heard it from Trish. She said she actually saw them!" "Wow, really?" Tracy said, but nothing in her voice sounded all that surprised to Cathy. "Can you believe it?" Cathy asked excitedly, trying to elicit more of a reaction from her friend. "She must be twice his age!" "Yeah, wow, that's pretty wild, isn't it?" Tracy 's response was far too deadpan. Guilt was all over her face. Cathy moved in for the kill. "And I heard he's got a really big dick, too!" She locked onto Tracy 's eyes with a knowing look. Tracy murmered something and looked away. Cathy continued to stare at her intently, letting the pressure of the silence mount. "So she, uh..." Tracy finally said, breaking the silence. But she faltered again when she looked into Cathy's eyes. Cathy was still staring through her with a smug, knowing look. Tracy must have known that her embarrassment was only serving to further incriminate her. "Does he?" Cathy finally asked. Tracy looked up and quickly looked away again. "Come on, you can tell me!" Cathy said in a voice just above a whisper. "What did that bitch tell you?" Tracy snapped. Cathy backed off, surprised by Tracy 's sudden anger. "It's okay," Cathy said, trying to placate. "I was, uh, you know, thinking about it myself," Cathy lied. Tracy looked up. Her eyes were still smoldering, but her expression had soften. "You what?" "You know," Cathy said, with no idea what she was going to say next. "I heard that his, uh, services were available and, well..." Cathy shrugged and looked at Tracy as if she had explained everything. Tracy continued to glare. "I can't believe that bitch!" Tracy swore. "She just came right out and told you? Everything?" "Uh, well, I think she was trying to talk me into it," Cathy said trying to dodge the question. "Talk you into fucking him too?" Too? Was that an admission from Tracy? "Yes. Well, no, not fucking him," Cathy corrected herself. "Giving him a bj." Tracy 's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "So she did tell you! Bitch!" "Tell me?" Cathy asked, feeling a bit confused. "About the blow jobs!" replied Tracy , angry again. The blank look on Cathy's face must have told Tracy that more explanation was necessary. "His services, as you call them," Tracy said in an angry tone, "are not free." She gave Cathy a look that was certainly supposed to convey some meaning, but Cathy couldn't figure it out. Tracy gave an exasperate sigh. "He doesn't just fuck you," she said, as if explaining it to a child. "You have to give him blow jobs too!" Cathy blinked. It finally registered on her what Tracy had meant. Cathy quickly explained the confusion. "Oh. Well," she told Tracy , "I was only interested in... I mean, that's all I was going to do anyway." All she was going to do? What the hell was Cathy saying? She was telling Tracy that she was going to give Trish's stock boy a blow job? It was Tracy 's turn to look at Cathy with uncertainty. "You were just going to...?" Tracy asked. The two of them sat in silence for a moment. Cathy wasn't sure what she should say. She had never really considered doing anything. She was only saying so now to keep Tracy from feeling betrayed. "Well, I don't know what I was going to do," Cathy said honestly. "I got into a conversation with Trish somehow about how I liked doing that but Jim wasn't into it. Next thing I know, she's trying to set me up with Tony." Cathy shook her head. "I guess she told me about you and Margaret to make it seem like it was okay, you know?" "Well, I still ought to rip that bitches tits off," replied Tracy , but the anger was not in her words now. She looked into Cathy's face. "So you like going down on guys? Really?" "Sure," Cathy nodded, breathing a little easier now that the tension levels had subsided. "It's what I like best." She nodded again as Tracy looked at her in surprise. "Not me," Tracy said. "That bastard makes me do it. If I don't suck him, he won't fuck me. And if he weren't a great lay with that big dick of his, there's no way I'd do it." "Really?" said Cathy. "He makes you?" The idea that Tracy would want him to fuck her so badly that she'd go down on him fascinated Cathy. Another question suddenly sprang up in Cathy's mind. "Does he do the same thing to Margaret?" Tracy shook her head. "You don't want to know what he does to her," Tracy said, still shaking her head. But Cathy did want to hear and indicated so. "Well," Tracy continued with a deep breath, "he fucks her until she cums once or twice, right? Then he makes her suck him the rest of the way." Cathy's eyes opened wide. "But Trish told me that he just, you know, on her back..." "Trish is a liar," Tracy snorted. "I saw the tape. He finished fucking her then turned her around and stuck it in her mouth." Cathy gaped. "Oh, don't worry," Tracy said quickly. "It's not like she wasn't okay with it. If you saw the tape, you'd know what I mean. She was a very willing participant!" "Actually," Tracy continued after a pause, "he gave me that option too. But, well, I cum the best when the guy cums inside me. And since I had my tubes tied and all..." Tracy shrugged. "So I just meet him a day or two before to give him his, uh, payment." Cathy hardly heard Tracy 's explanation. She was still trying to visualize Margaret sucking Tony's sticky cock. Eagerly sucking, according to Tracy . It was difficult to picture her doing it at all, let alone the way Tracy described it. And he was cumming in her mouth! For some reason Cathy was intrigued, excited even, at the idea of the older woman tasting Tony's ejaculate. Cathy's mind caught up with the rest of the conversation. Tracy was meeting him to give him a blow job the day before he fucked her? "So you go to his house one day and...?" Cathy asked. Tracy nodded. "Then back the next to get laid?" "Yeah, that's pretty much how it works," Tracy nodded. "I don't know," she continued. "It does feel so good to get pounded by a big dick like that. I mean, I haven't had orgasms like that in years." She gave Cathy a a raised eyebrow look. "But I could do without having to, quote-unquote, pay him." Cathy nodded, not sure what to say. "He even insists I swallow," Tracy said. "Ugh! I don't even do that for my husband!" Cathy shrugged. She never understood why women didn't swallow. It was by far the easiest and neatest solution. And men loved it. Not knowing what else to say, told Tracy so. "Well, that's all fine and dandy for you," Tracy said, wrinkling her face in disgust. "But I'd just as soon not have that nasty tasting stuff in my mouth at all! Like I said, the only reason I do it is because the son-of-a-bitch gets me off like the Fourth of July!" "If you like it so much, though," Tracy said after a brief pause. "Why don't you make my payments for me?" Cathy laughed. Tracy didn't. "No, really," Tracy said. "I don't like it and you do. I'm sure he'd let us work something out." "Now wait a second!" Cathy cried, flustered. "I never said I was going to do anything anyway. I only said I was thinking about it! If you don't want to do it, don't! But don't expect me to do it for you!" "Yeah, I didn't think you meant it," Tracy said. Cathy could hear a little bit of contempt in her tone. "Meant what?" "That you were actually thinking about just going down on him. You made that whole bullshit story up just to get me to talk. Well, fuck you too!" Tracy stood up. Cathy hurried to intercept her. "No, no, it's not like that!" she cried earnestly. "I'm telling you. I told Trish that my husband doesn't like me going down on him and I was disappointed, 'cause I really do get off on that. Then she tried to convince me that I should hook up with Tony. I guess she told me about you to try and make it, I don't know, seem like it was easy." "So why won't you do it?" Tracy asked, still standing. "I... I..." Cathy didn't think it required any explanation. She was happily married. But of course, so was Tracy . And Margaret too. Would that argument be convincing to either one of them? "Look, just try it once," Tracy suggested, as if she were talking about a new flavor of ice cream. "If you don't want to do it again, I'll understand." "It's not that easy!" Cathy insisted. She was about to launch into the explanation she had given Trish as to why a stranger would not work for her. But even as she opened her mouth to say it, she was wondering if she shouldn't do exactly as Tracy suggested. Try it once. See if it was like the old days. Her brain was dismissing that idea out of hand, but her loins were not so quick to decide. There was definitely a warm tingle down there at the thought of sucking a cock again. "I don't know," she said to Tracy with a resigned sigh. "I just can't picture it being that easy. You know?" "Yeah, I know," Tracy said sympathetically. "I know exactly what you mean, 'cause that's pretty much how I felt at first. Now," she shrugged. "Now I want it so bad I'll suck dick to get it." "Tell me about it," Cathy said. She didn't know what to say and she found herself curious. Why not satisfy her curiosity a bit? "About?" Tracy asked. "About the first time?" Cathy shook her head. "No, tell me about giving him blow jobs." Tracy made a face. "I don't really want to talk about that," she said. "C'mon," Cathy urged her. "That's the part you want me to do, right? And it's definitely what interests me the most!" she added with a brief laugh. "Okay, but only because you're going to make my payment for me next week, okay?" Cathy's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could respond, Tracy began. "I go to his apartment, usually on a Monday or Tuesday. He gets an hour for lunch and he lives close to the store, so that's usually when," Tracy said. "When I first get there, he tells me what he wants me to wear. Sometimes he wants me completely dressed, other times completely naked and other times somewhere in between. I never know until I get there and it doesn't seem to matter what I wear. Oh, and he does insist I dress nicely. No jeans or sweats or anything like that." Cathy sat back enjoying Tracy 's story. She was visualizing it in her mind as Tracy spoke. Tracy was petite, just a little over five feet tall. She had thick dark hair that spilled down over her shoulders in gentle waves. Her face was olive complexion, her eyes round and dark brown. She had a bright white smile surrounded by full red lips. Her body was of a fairly thin build, but she had large breasts for a woman her size. "After I undress--or don't, as the case may be--he tells me where and how. He likes to have me on my knees while he stands. That's usually what we do. And I've done him like that in every room of his apartment," she added. "Sometimes he wants to sit on the sofa and have me get between his legs. Once, he had me lay on my back, naked on his bed. He stood next to the bed and made me suck him that way, with my head turned to the side. Very uncomfortable. And he loves mirrors, so usually wherever we are, he has one set up." Tracy paused. "That enough for you?" Cathy stared, lost in the visualization of what Tracy described. "Didn't think so. Anyway, once he's got me wearing what he wants, in the position he wants, he takes it out. He's usually only about three-quarters hard when we start. He gets pretty hard pretty quick though." "Wow," Cathy said softly. "He really makes you suck it?" "What do you think I'm telling you?" Tracy retorted. "Yes, he really makes me suck it. And he doesn't always want that the same way either. Sometimes he wants me to go as fast as I can. Other times he wants me to go slow and as deep as I can. He's got a big dick and I can only get about half of it in my mouth. Sometimes he grabs the back of my head and tries to push me further, but that's really about all I can take. "Anyway, it usually takes him at least ten or fifteen minutes to cum. Once I was at it for, like, forty minutes or so and he had to get back to work. Bastard made me come back that night and finish him! My mouth and jaw were sore for days!" "That's really all there is, I guess. I mean, he does tell me go faster, go slower. And he tells me when he's going to cum and to swallow it all." Tracy shrugged. "It's pretty nasty. The worst was when he had me take off everything but my heels and kneel in the middle of his living room. There's a sliding door out to a balcony right there. I mean, I don't think anyone could see us, or anything. But, I don't know, I guess it just made me feel so vulnerable." Cathy could certainly understand the part about feeling vulnerable. What she couldn't tell Tracy was that that vulnerability is what made giving a blow job so incredible: on her knees with a man standing over her. Naked too, was good. It was getting Cathy turned on just imagining it. Tracy would never understand, so Cathy didn't try to explain. "So you swallow it?" Cathy asked. Tracy made a face. "Yeah, ugh! Nasty stuff!" Her shoulders shook involuntarily. "I never swallowed for anyone else. Can you believe that?" She looked up at Cathy. "I mean, here I am, a thiry-seven year old woman swallowing the cum of a twenty-three year old kid just so he'll fuck me!" "Okay," said Cathy suddenly. "I'll do it. But just once, okay?" She could hardly believe the words coming out of her own mouth. But Tracy 's description was making her wet. She really did miss giving head. It had always been such a fundamental part of her sex life and talking about it really drove that point home to her. At least that was how she rationalized it. What really tipped the scales for her was Tracy 's description of how particular Tony was about how he wanted her to suck him and how bluntly he told her. He was clearly a man who would know how to appreciate Cathy's desires. And that was such a turn-on for her. She needed to be on her knees, dressed however he wanted her, begging to have that thing in her mouth. And Cathy, although she was not a woman who needed to be told to swallow, loved the idea that Tony told his women he wanted them to. And even a woman like Tracy , who hated having him cum in her mouth in the first place, did as he instructed. Yes, he certainly sounded like he knew what to do with a cocksucker. And that was what Cathy found herself wanting to be again. Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 03 A week and a half later, Cathy was clearing away dinner dishes when her cell phone rang. It was Tracy . It was unusual for Cathy to hear from Tracy in the evenings. "Hello?" "What the fuck happened?" Tracy yelled in her ear. "What did you do?" "Huh?" Cathy was totally taken aback. She had no idea what Tracy was saying or why. "I'm at his place right now and he won't fuck me!" Tracy sounded furious. "Did you chicken out or something?" "Uh, no, I..." Cathy was confused. She had, in fact, gone to Tony's apartment two days ago. "I did it," she said quietly into the phone. Jim was upstairs getting the kids into the tub, so there was no immediate danger of being overheard. But Cathy didn't want to have this conversation now. "Then why am I sitting out here in my car, horny as fuck and not getting laid?" "Look," Cathy said, keeping her voice low. "I can't talk now. Maybe you could stop by tomorrow?" "No, goddamn you! I want to know what you did. Or didn't do, 'cause the son-of-a-bitch just told me to blow him or get out!" "I, uh..." Cathy knew it was beyond foolish to try to have this conversation in her own home with her husband home. Tracy was screaming so loud that Cathy was afraid Jim would hear her through the phone all the way upstairs. "I'll meet you at the diner in ten minutes, okay?" Tracy agreed and Cathy hung up. "Hon," she called up the stairs. "I have to go give Tracy a ride home. I'll be right back." Fifteen minutes later she was sitting at the diner across the table from Tracy , sipping a decaf latte. "He told me," Tracy said without so much as a hello, "that I hadn't come over yesterday, so, unless I was going to blow him tonight, I might as well go home. I said I thought you came over and took care of that for me and he told me he didn't know what I was talking about. Didn't you go?" "Yeah, I went," Cathy said. "And I did it. He's lying if he said I didn't." "He didn't say you didn't. He said he didn't know what I was talking about. You did tell him that you were there, you know, on my behalf, right?" Cathy nodded. "So what happened? Tell me exactly," Tracy insisted. "I told Jim I was just giving you a ride home, so this has to be quick," Cathy said, more because she wasn't really prepared to talk about this just yet. It had been an awesome experience. It had been so good, it was almost scary. "Just tell me," Tracy pressed. "Well, I got there right after twelve and he let me in. We went up the stairs and I asked him did he know why I was there. He said yes. I said, 'This is for Tracy , okay?' and he laughed and told me that either I was a really good friend or there was something in this for me. So he knew." "Then what?" Tracy asked. "Well, then... there wasn't much more conversation after that. He told me I looked hot and asked me if I wanted a drink. He asked did I really want to do it and I said yes. And then, well, you know what happened after that!" Cathy didn't want to talk about how incredible it had been. She wasn't ready to admit it to herself just yet. It had been good, like the old days in her dorm room. She had had two orgasms while he was in her mouth and they had been awesome. Then he had filled her mouth with his own climax and she had almost gone off a third time. Then his magnificent cock had shriveled in her mouth, telling her that the fun was now over. It was such a disappointment to let that softening flesh slip from her mouth. He was, as Trish had said, quite well endowed. He was the biggest that Cathy had ever experienced, just edging out her college boyfriend, Tommy. Cathy couldn't do all the things she wanted to with him. At least, she hadn't been able to this time. But she wanted to try again. She wasn't sure if she actually would. It had been quite a thrill, but Cathy had sense enough to know that she couldn't do something like that without consequences. Still, maybe just one or two more times wouldn't be too big a risk. "You did everything he wanted, right?" Tracy was asking, bringing Cathy back to the present. "Yeah, but he didn't tell me to do much," Cathy said. "He pulled it out and said something like, 'I heard you know what to do with this.' And I just said yes. Then he told me he wanted me to kneel down in front of him, and I did. Then it was in my mouth and I was sucking it," Cathy said with an embarrassed little laugh. "I did the best I could, but you know, he's kind of big, so it wasn't that easy." She took a sip of her latte and laughed again. She didn't tell Tracy that she almost had chickened out. Even as she was standing there in Tony's apartment, she had been telling herself it wasn't too late to just walk out. But when she had seen the bulge in his pant, she realized there was no reason to leave. She was here because this was what she wanted. Craved, even. And when he pulled that impressive piece of manhood out for her to see, any remaining doubts quickly evaporated. She had quickly and compliantly gotten down on her knees, eager to have him in her mouth. "Well?" Tracy pressed. "Let's hear it all." "There isn't that much to tell," Cathy repeated. "We hardly even said hello before he had it out of his pants. And," Cathy leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Let me just tell you, I still got it! I mean, he was big so it wasn't easy to do everything I normally would. I couldn't get all of him in my mouth. And it was tough because he's thick too, you know? So I pretty much just worked on half of him, but he was getting into it." "Duh! Of course he was getting into it! He was a guy getting a blow job!" "Well, yeah," Cathy conceded. "But he was moaning and running his hands through my hair and saying how good my mouth felt on him. After the first time I went as far down on him as I could, he told me I was an awesome cocksucker!" Cathy laughed. "I mean, that's not exactly a Harlequin moment, but it got me wet when he said it." "Yeah," Tracy said. "I'm not into it like you, but there is something about that word. You know, when they call you that when you have it in your mouth. I mean, it's not like you can deny that you are one at that point. You're on your knees sucking it and he's calling you a cocksucker," Tracy shrugged. "I don't know what it is. Kinda makes you feel all hot and slutty and all." Tracy paused as if searching for words. Cathy waited for her to continue. "I can't explain it," Tracy went on. "I actually resented it at first. I thought, 'Who the fuck is he to call me that?' Kinda funny, huh? I mean, there I was, sucking his cock, getting mad that he called me a cocksucker! But now," Tracy paused again. "Now, I guess that's one of the things I like best about it. It's such a dirty, slutty thing for a girl to be called." Tracy gave her shoulders a little shake and flashed a slight smile. Cathy nodded. It had been Tony calling her an awesome and terrific cocksucker that brought her to her first orgasm. Probably it was for different reasons than for Tracy though. Cathy didn't necessarily feel like a dirty slut, nor did she need to for it to get her hot. No, in her mind the word was synonymous with pleasing a man and that was what got her juices flowing. It was more that he said she was terrific that got her off, than that he called her a cocksucker. "So then?" Tracy asked. "What do you mean, 'then?'" Cathy laughed. "I think you know what happens!" "No, I mean, you were sucking him. He was running his hands through your hair and telling you what a good cocksucker you..." "Awesome!" Cathy interrupted. "Right. What an awesome cocksucker you are and then?" "I sucked him until I came. Then I sucked him until he came!" Cathy laughed. There was no way she could explain the thrill to Tracy . Maybe if Tracy got off on it like Cathy did, they could compare notes. But how could Cathy express in words to her friend how electrifying it was for her to feel a man's cock swell and burst in her mouth? "That's it?" Tracy asked, disappointed. "You can't give me any more details than that?" "Well," Cathy said slowly. "You wouldn't understand. Either you really, really love that feeling, or you don't. For me, well, I get off--sometimes literally--when I feel that hot splash on my tongue or feel it hit the back of my throat. And I like big shots too. A guy who gives me three or four healthy squirts... mmm! I want my mouth full of it. Tony was pretty good that way. He gave me two or three good shots." "You really like it when a guy cums in your mouth?" Tracy asked, apparently still not believing. "Love it." "I don't get it," Tracy shook her head. "It's such nasty, sticky, horrible tasting goop. What's to like about it?" "I never really thought about the taste so much," Cathy replied. "It's all about the excitement of feeling him swell and burst. It's just..." Cathy couldn't find any words to describe the feeling of that moment. "I don't know. That I made it happen. I took him there and all he had to do was relax and enjoy it." Cathy shrugged. That wasn't really it. Not by a long shot. But if there were words to convey the way she felt about it, they were beyond her. "Did he tell you to swallow?" Tracy asked. There was something strange about the questions, Cathy thought. Weren't they here because Tracy had gone to Tony's to get laid and he told her she still owed him a blow job? So why was Tracy so interested in the details of Cathy's encounter? The initial questions Tracy had asked made sense. Did Tony know that Cathy was fulfilling Tracy 's obligation? Had Cathy in fact held up her end of the bargain? But now Tracy 's questions seemed oddly voyeuristic. Why was she so interested in the details of a blow job? What the hell was there to tell, really? Cathy sucked him, swallowed him and that was it. "Shouldn't we be figuring out why Tony didn't live up to his part of the deal?" Cathy asked. Tracy looked right at her for a long moment and Cathy, for the life of her, could not figure out what her friend was thinking. "Well," Tracy said after a long, strange silence. "It's like this. Trish and I kinda set you up." Tracy made a face as if bracing herself for retaliation. "Set me up?" Cathy asked, confused. "Yeah, we kind of made up the thing about having to give Tony blow jobs," Tracy confessed. "It really just started out as a practical joke," she added. "I don't think either of us really thought you'd go and actually do it!" "What?" Cathy wasn't sure how she felt, but anger and betrayal were certainly part of the mix. "You mean you just made up all that stuff? All of it?" Cathy felt tears starting to gather in her eyes and blood rush to her face. "No, no!" Tracy said quickly. "I've been fucking Tony for months. And sometimes I give him a blow job. But I made up the part about him making me do it every week." Tracy drew a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry. Like I said, it was just supposed to be a joke. But when you said okay, well, Trish and I just figured it was something you wanted anyway." Cathy had to admit that she had only really done it for herself. Tracy had given her a convenient, if rather weak, excuse. She had wanted to savor the feel and taste of a man in her mouth again, and this little prank had made that possible. She shook her head, still not sure which emotions swirling in her internal maelstrom would prevail. "You two concocted that whole thing? To trick me into giving a blow job?" It seemed preposterous that they had even thought of it and even more ridiculous that Cathy had fallen right into it. There was some truth to what Tracy said about Cathy wanting it, of course. But was it that easy to get Cathy to do something that could have a hugely detrimental effect on her life? What if Jim found out? He'd be crushed. And pissed. And what would happen if he wanted a divorce? She had gone down on a guy almost fifteen years younger. That wouldn't look very good. And the humiliation... family, friends, neighbors. In the excitement of the moment all of that was completely ignored, and so casually. What the hell was the matter with her? "Okay, look," Cathy said, a strange plan formulating in her head. "I've got to find some way to even the score, but I'm not sure what that is right now. But go tell Trish, you guys are going to do something to pay this back." Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 04 When Cathy had said that Tracy and Trish would have to pay her back, she really had no idea what that statement meant. Maybe she just needed a way to save face when she realized that she had been the victim of a joke. But she felt like they had been unfair to her and she had a right to something. What that something might be, she still couldn't say. What was there to do about it, really? It had been a goof. Tracy and Trish had just underestimated how tempting the whole thing had been to Cathy. That was hardly their fault. They had probably been laughing their asses off at the idea that giving a blow job was any kind of temptation anyway. When Cathy actually agreed to do it, they must have wet their pants. Cathy couldn't figure out what the payback should be. They could argue that she owed them a thank you for making it happen for her. At the same time it was clearly a violation of trust to have played her like that, even if the ends benefited her. But it seemed like there needed to be something more said or done. Some kind of closure, perhaps. The first step, it seemed to Cathy, was to get the three of them together to talk. Maybe the conversation would provide some clues. Cathy could tell them, frankly and openly, how much she had enjoyed her encounter with Tony. And could, with equal honesty, tell them that she was considering doing it again. But there was still the matter of they're betrayal of trust. It had been a dishonest, sneaky thing to do and whatever the outcome, that wasn't justified. * * * * * It had been a week since Cathy's encounter with Trish's stock room stud, Tony. And almost a week since she had found out that the whole thing had been a joke set up by Trish and Tracy, neither of whom ever suspected that anything would really happen. Now Cathy sat at Trish's kitchen table with Trish and Tracy. The atmosphere was a little tense and uncomfortable. None of their usual chit-chat, just isolated questions and answers and a lot of awkward silences in between. Cathy knew what she wanted to do, she just didn't know if she could pull it off. She started off a bit clumsy. "So I just wanted to tell you two that, well," Cathy had rehearsed her initial speech, but it was not exactly flowing out of her. "I think what you did was pretty low. I mean, it may have, you know... Maybe I, maybe it was something that, you know, I did 'cause deep down I really wanted to. But still, you guys were, well, what you did and all... That just wasn't right and I think you owe me." She looked at them. They had their poker faces on. Not sure what to say, Cathy decided to abandon her rehearsed speech and veered off on a tangent. "So the stuff about your husband wanting a blow job and Margaret screwing Tony, you made that up too?" "No, actually," Trish replied, "He's still bugging me to. And I already did it for him twice in the last two weeks." She gave a short laugh and added, "And thanks to you, I even tried swallowing. Now he expects me to do it all the time!" There was something a little strange about Trish's confession, but Cathy couldn't put her finger on it. She suspected there was more to that story, but first things first. "And Margaret?" Cathy pressed. "Oh, she fucked him, but I may have embellished a little," Trish confessed. "I saw them on the surveilence camera--and I do have the tape--but I don't really know what she does with him now. I'm pretty sure she sees him, because she gets all red and stammers when I ask her direct questions. But I don't really know how often she sees him or what happens when she does." Cathy mulled over this new information. She really, truly did not know what to expect when she had come here today to confront Trish and Tracy. She didn't feel any burning need to tell them off or anything so dramatic. Any anger she had felt had dissipated. She did believe that they had done something wrong in tricking her the way they had, but what would be fair recompense? Cathy had masturbated three times in the past week as she recalled the taste and feel of Tony's cock in her mouth. She had reached orgasm while fantasizing about his hot, salty discharge filling her mouth. She had seriously considered paying him another visit. Fortunately, Tracy 's confession that this had been a joke at Cathy's expense diffused what might have otherwise been a dangerous temptation. So really, Cathy thought, the best thing to do would be to load them up with a little bit of guilt, get an apology and forget the whole thing ever happened. Cathy would be left with a wonderful memory, her friends would owe her one--whatever that meant--and no one would get hurt. "And you really are screwing Tony?" Cathy asked Tracy, more to keep the conversation going than because she doubted Tracy 's earlier confession. "Yeah, usually once a week. Sometimes twice," Tracy said matter-of-factly. "And I give him blow jobs too," she added, although Cathy hadn't really asked. "We have a sort of agreement: if it's that time of the month when we would normally hook up, I suck him off instead." She looked up at Cathy and shrugged. "It's not really something that we negotiated. It just kinda evolved. "I called to cancel with him once because it was that time and he told me to come over anyway. I figured, hey, they're his sheets! What the hell? But when I got there, he said as long as we couldn't fuck, we might as well do something else..." Tracy shook her head. "I told him I wasn't into that, and he said okay and I figured that was that. When I went the following week, he wasn't home. I talked to him the next day and asked where he was. He didn't really say, but he pretty much implied that if he couldn't count on me, rain or shine, then why should I be able to count on him? "I think he thought he was being subtle," Tracy said with a disgusted laugh. "Subtle or not, he got his point across. I went over there that night and sucked him off twice. And yes, he did tell me he wanted me to swallow," she said, looking at Cathy. "The next night he fucked me doggie style for nearly an hour and I came four times. So now," Tracy said with slight twist of a smile, "when he wants me to suck him off, he gets sucked off. It's usually only when my period interferes with our normal times though," she added. Cathy nodded absently. Tracy 's story was probably still missing a key detail somewhere. Women in their mid-tolate-thirties with husbands and families to think about didn't just go fuck twenty-three year old studs on a whim. And the idea that she was gladly blowing him--something she claimed she didn't like to do--just because he was a good lay was a bit suspicious too. Neither of their stories really added up. "So," Cathy turned back to Trish, "you finally caved and went down on Ed?" "Yeah," Trish said, sounding resigned. "He just wouldn't back off on it." She shrugged. "What could I do?" Cathy looked straight into Trish's eyes. For a moment Trish returned her gaze, then looked away. "What happened to it being a special thing?" Cathy asked. "About not wanting to do it just because he got horny listening to the girls talk about it?" Hadn't she also said she swallowed? And now Ed expected that? Cathy wasn't buying it. Trish wouldn't suddenly decide to do something like that. Especially if Ed had to badger her into giving a blow job. A blow job he only wanted because the kids at the store were talking about it? No, Cathy was pretty sure that there was some serious bullshit in Trish's story. Maybe some outright lies. "Well," Trish was answering, "you just don't understand how persistent he was." But even as she said the words, Trish must have realized how hollow and unconvincing they sounded. "Oh, just tell her already!" Tracy cried suddenly. "Ed made her do it! Because of Tony! "She got caught and now he's making her pay!" Tracy laughed. Trish was making gestures to silence Tracy , Cathy noticed. Whatever it was, Tracy already knew about it. And Trish was not in a hurry for Cathy to be in on it too. "What?" Tracy asked. "What's the big deal if she knows?" Tracy indicated Cathy with a nod of her head. "She's already in on this anyway." In on this? Cathy wasn't sure what that meant, but didn't care for how it sounded. She felt like an accomplice to a crime. "Start by telling her about Margaret," Tracy suggested. Cathy looked at Tracy , then at Trish, confused. Hadn't she already been told about Margaret? Had they been lying about that? Embellishing? Or, as Cathy had suspected about some of their other explanations, had some key information been withheld? "Just tell her!" Tracy urged Trish. "If you don't, I will." "Okay, okay!" Trish snapped back defensively. "I don't think it's a good idea, but I will." She looked at Cathy. "No offense, Cath, but the more people who know, the more likely it is to... well, just trust me that the fewer, the better." "Just tell her already!" Tracy prodded. "Okay, the whole Margaret thing didn't just happen," Trish began. "I mean, she did talk to Tony and Tony was always very nice to her. And he's pretty charming. Or maybe smooth is the better word. Anyway, I noticed how Margaret always got a little giggly--like a damn school girl--when she was talking to him. So one day I said to Tony that he shouldn't toy with her like that. He said something like, 'Who's toying? I'd hit that.' We both laughed but then he said that he really could get her if he wanted to. "Now I know that she got a little silly around him," Trish continued. "But she's a middle aged woman getting some attention from a hunky young guy. And I figured that's all it was and Tony was a little too cocky or hopelessly naive if he thought that meant she'd actually do anything with him. I told him so and he asked if I wanted to bet him. Like I said, I thought I had a pretty good take on the situation and he seemed full of shit, so we bet a hundred dollars. Keep in mind, he only makes about four hundred a week, okay?" "You bet your stock boy a hundred dollars that he couldn't get into Margaret's pants?" Cathy asked in disbelief. "And he won?" "Well, yeah," Trish conceded. "We had one other thing to work out. How could we verify that he had? That's when we decided on the surveillance cameras. He did say that if he had to get her to do it in the store, he wanted better than one-to-one odds. I said okay and gave him two-to-one." She shrugged. "At the time I thought it was easy money. "You pretty much know the rest of the story," Trish went on. "It was a bit more planned than I told you. In fact, it was about two months from the time we made the bet. I kept telling him he should just forget it and give me the money. Then one day he said it was all set up. He was going to nail her right after doing inventory on Sunday. He called my cell when Ed left, told me where he was going to take her and to have the cash ready. "On the one hand, I really didn't know if I could believe him. I mean, I thought maybe he was probably going to wind up getting slapped or something. On the other hand, I was thinking it would be well worth the two hundred bucks to watch Margaret fuck him." Trish gave a little shiver of excitement. "That's how I came to be sitting in front of the monitor watching them. The next day Tony came up to me to get his money and he said he wanted to see it. I gave him the cash and played dumb. 'See what?' I asked him. 'The video,' he said. I guess it was a no-brainer that I'd tape it, but I hadn't thought that far ahead. I told him to meet me in the office the next day after five. Everyone would be gone except the girls out on the floor and Ed was going to be out on business, so it was as good a time as any. "Well, we watched the tape together and it was hot," Trish said, adding a "mmm" for emphasis. "I had already taken it home and masturbated watching it once." Her shoulders gave another involuntary shimmy. "I could see Tony getting hard through his pants--damn, that boy has a big dick! Anyway, we got done watching it and he says to me, 'So who do you want to see next?' It took me a minute to get it, but he was basically saying he could bring girls in the back and let me tape him fucking them. I had just gotten off watching him fuck Margaret. The idea of seeing him with one of those cute little things was just too much of a temptation." Cathy sat mesmerized by the story. This time she didn't feel like Trish was leaving out any important pieces of information. This sounded like the whole story finally. But the whole thing was stunning. Almost incredible. "I told him Amanda," Trish continued. "But he told me she wouldn't fuck. She only gave blow jobs. I asked him how he knew, but he just smiled. So I said I'd still give him fifty bucks to see that. He was able to set that up in a couple days. It was much easier than with Margaret, who was almost never in the place after hours. The register girls though are in the store until nine, so it was no problem for Tony to set up a rendezvous. "What he said to her, how he arranged it, he never told me," Trish said, and Cathy thought she heard disappointment in Trish's voice. "I know he's a smooth talker, arrogant and, well, pretty goddamn good-looking and all. But I was still surprised that it only took a couple days to line it up. Of course, he knew that she only gave blow jobs and he could very well have known that first-hand." Trish shrugged. "So I sat there in front of the video monitor as he met Amanda in the back. You know who Amanda is?" Trish asked. Cathy wasn't sure and shook her head. "She was the cute little blonde girl, skinny with really big tits? Like 36D's or maybe even bigger?" Cathy remembered a thin, large breasted girl with blonde hair, but only vaguely. It didn't really matter. She nodded just so Trish would continue. "Really, I picked her because I wanted to see those big tits of hers bouncing around while he nailed her. But watching them bounce around while she gave a blow job wasn't too bad either!" Trish laughed, looking at Cathy. But Cathy was still a little too out of sorts still to see the humor in Trish's comment. "So he brings her back to where the camera is and I see her take a look around, making sure they were alone. Then, no kissing, no groping, no nothing, she gets down on her knees, he takes it out and she goes to town on it!" Trish gave a how-bout-that smile to Cathy. "She didn't have much technique," Trish laughed, "but she sure had a lot of energy. She just kept bobbing on him and bobbing on him. No licking or caressing or anything else, just bobbing away like a sewing machine. With her technique—or lack of—I didn't think he was ever going to cum. But finally, I saw him push his hips forward and she stopped bobbing and I knew he was cumming in her mouth. I was so turned on watching them! "And you have to remember," Trish said, looking at Cathy "This is a surveillance camera. The picture is pretty crummy. I couldn't see the expressions on their faces, I couldn't see details. But it was so hot! I was sitting there watching a girl give a blow job right there in real time. Not a tape or internet porn. That girl was on her knees fifty feet away with a cock in her mouth! Damn, I get turned on just thinking about it." Another shake of her shoulders. "Anyway, it got to be a regular thing, Tony bringing girls in the back and letting me watch. Mostly they were blow jobs. That was easier for him to set up and the girls all seem to be more willing to suck cock than fuck. From the start I found the blow jobs hotter. I guess 'cause it was, I don't know, a slutty thing to me. Something I didn't do. So it was exciting to see these girls give head so willingly. Maybe it was no big deal to them, I don't know. But to me, well, you know how I feel about it. I wouldn't choose that over sex. I guess I was turned on by how willing these girls were to do something that I thought of as slutty or dirty. No offense, Cath," Trish quickly added. Cathy waved it away, taking no offense at Trish's remark anyway. She had long ago come to realize that there were women who loved it and women who hated it. And Cathy always figured that she was one of the lucky ones. "So after another girl or two," Trish went on, "I decided that the surveillance camera wasn't cutting it. I went out and got a really good digital video camera and had Tony hide it in the back near where he brought the girls. I still had to watch the live action on the surveillance camera, of course. But afterward I would play back the video, and damn! I couldn't believe how good it was! I had gotten so used to that crappy picture that this looked like high-def! "The first one we got with that camera was Suzy," Trish said, taking a deep breath as she recalled the story. "She was tall, almost as tall as Tony, long, straight black hair. Thin, nice hips and small boobs. I picked her because she had a wholesome look about her. She seemed young and innocent and I wanted to see if Tony could get a nice, sweet girl like that on her knees." Trish took another deep breath and sighed slightly. "Well, he could and he did and boy was I surprised!" Trish gave Cathy an emphatic look. "She seemed sweet and innocent, but that girl gave some pretty good head. She deep throated him, licked his balls, rubbed his cock all over her face and mmmm! You could just tell how much she was loving it. Even on the security camera picture! Afterwards, when I got to watch what was on the new camera... Oh, damn! I almost masturbated right there in the office! It was so incredible! You should have seen how.... well, hell, I ought to just show it to you. Wanna see?" Cathy blinked. She was a bit overwhelmed by Trish's story. She had never imagined that her friend was involved in something extramarital at all, let alone a complex--and incredibly risque--situation like this. It took a moment for her to realize that Trish was offering to show her this video, shot in her store, of one of her cashiers giving the hunky stock boy a blow job. "You've been taping Tony and the girls from your store? Having sex in the back room?" Cathy asked. It wasn't really a question. Trish had been very clear on the matter. It was more a request for Trish to confirm it. "Mostly just blow jobs," Trish corrected. "But yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it." "And Ed found out?" Cathy couldn't put these two pieces together. Ed couldn't have used that to get Trish to go down on him, could he? What Trish was doing was wrong, sure, but Cathy couldn't see how Ed would have parlayed it into a blow job. There was still something missing. "Well, yeah, Ed found out, sort of," Trish conceded. "But not about the girls and the video tapes. Don't you want to see the one of Suzy? It really is friggin' hot!" As much as Cathy did want to see it, she realized that Trish was still holding something back. And Cathy wanted to know what that was more than she wanted to see the video. Besides, once Trish came clean, they could always watch the tape. "So Ed found out," repeated Cathy. "But not about the girls and the videos?" She frowned, confused. "So what did he find out about?" "This is my favorite part!" Tracy laughed. "Go on! Tell her!" Trish shot her a look. "Yeah, well, I think you know what my favorite part of the story is, honey!" Trish gave Tracy a curt nod and the laughter subsided. "Okay, well, the whole thing started off on a cash basis, right?" Trish explained. "I started out giving Tony fifty bucks for each bj and a hundred for fucking. And I really made out on this deal," Trish said in an aside. "I liked watching the blow jobs better anyway. "So we have this deal going and it's like two or three times a month that he's hooking up with these girls, so that's a hundred, hundred and fifty dollars extra a month in his pocket. You'd think that would be more than enough, right? Well, I wound up giving him copies of the videos too. Of course I made him promise not to put them out on the internet. I don't think he would. He's not that type, but I've no way of knowing for sure." Trish shrugged and paused for a long moment. Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 04 "Go ahead!" Tracy said at last. Turning to Cathy, she added, "This is the part I like!" Trish scowled at her again. "Yeah, well, turns out that money and videos were good, but Tony wanted a little something extra. He knew I was masturbating to those tapes. He knew I was so getting off on watching those girls suck his cock. Really stupid of me not to have seen it coming. "It was right after he got Krissy to blow him. He brings the video camera up to the office, gives it to me and I give him fifty bucks. End of transaction, right?" Cathy shrugged. She really was just listening, absorbing, not thinking about where Trish's story was going. "He takes the money and tells me it's not enough. At first I thought he meant I had shorted him, but I looked in his hand and there were two twenties and a ten. I asked him what he meant and he just said it again that it wasn't enough. 'How much more do you think I can afford to give you?' I asked him. And he just gave me this evil smile. And that's when I realized what he wanted. "Only at first," Trish said, chewing at her lip. "At first I thought he wanted to fuck me. Shoulda known better on that one too." Another shrug. "So I'm sitting there in front of the monitors and he's standing a couple feet away and he unzips his pants. Now the guy just got good and sucked about fifteen minutes before and he was already about three-quarters hard again. I'm just sitting there, dumb as shit, not getting it at all. I mean, we had already worked out how things went: he got sucked off and paid for it and I got to play with myself watching the tapes, right? So why was he standing there with his dick out? DUH! "'Oh, no!' I told him. 'You're way out of line on this! I'm not one of those cocksucking little tarts!' He didn't say anything right away, just stood there, hanging out right there for me to look at." Trish shook her head. "I really was kind of offended," she continued. "Which is pretty ironic, considering the foundation of my arrangement with Tony was watching him get blow jobs. Anyway, he eventually shrugs and says, 'Well, that's your call. You know what the new price is if you change your mind.' And then he tucks it back in his pants and goes to leave. 'What do you mean by new price?' I asked." Trish gave Cathy a resigned look. "I mean, I knew what he wanted," she said, shaking her head. "But, well, that was never part of the deal. So he looks right at me and says, 'I got this fantasy about seeing the boss's wife on her knees, sucking my big cock.' I just shook my head and told him again that that wasn't our deal. And he says if I want any more tapes made, I might want to reconsider. "And at that point, I was actually counting up in my head how many tapes I had, including the one we just made and wondering if that was enough. Really," Trish said, giving Cathy a long look in the eye. "That's how I was thinking. No intention of sucking his dick at all. And I told him so and sent him on his way." "So he got pissed and told Ed?" Cathy guessed, then realized what Trish was saying when she said she had no intention of sucking his dick. Her mouth dropped open. "You did suck his dick, didn't you?" Trish waved a hand dismissively. "No. Well, not then. And no, Tony never told Ed anything. At least not that I know of." Tracy stopped for a moment and took a sip of her coffee. "At first I really thought that the dozen or so tapes we had made would be enough. "But you have to remember that there's quite a bit of turnover in our store. College kids who work summers or who work there while they go to school, high school kids who go away to college. There are always new faces and I couldn't help seeing those girls and wondering what they'd look like sucking Tony's cock. Even then I might have still not cared enough to do what Tony wanted. But then the sly bastard started hooking up in the back room in a place where there was no camera. He'd start making out or whatever where there were cameras and then lead them into the one corner where he knew I couldn't see. Damn, did that burn my ass!" Tracy giggled. "I bet you aren't giggling when he cums in your mouth," Trish said icily. Cathy had felt the tension between her two friends during this conversation, but couldn't quite figure it out. Obviously, it was one more detail that had yet to be revealed. "So finally I go up to him and tell him that he won. I wanted him to make more tapes for me and I was ready to pay his new price. He got this grin on his face that made me a little nervous, but I went on and asked him when and where, you know, would we do it. He said if Ed wasn't going to be around tonight--and we both knew he wasn't--then we might as well get right to it. I have to admit that I got a warm flush when he said it, like a tingling all over. I don't know if it was nerves or actual excitement. I mean, I wasn't looking forward to it, but it was definitely a sexual feeling, that tingling. "Oh, I really should have mentioned--I keep thinking you've seen the tape--that, well, once we started using the good camera, I had audio too," Trish looked at Cathy, but Cathy didn't understand the significance of Trish's statement. "Meaning," Trish continued, obviously seeing Cathy's lack of comprehension, "I knew what he said to those girls. You know, while they were sucking his cock. Some of them he was kind of sweet to. He told them how good they were making him feel and stuff like that. Other ones though, he called them cocksuckers and sluts and whores. Told them he was going to cum in their mouths and watch them swallow it. Nasty stuff like that. I don't know how he decided what to say to which girls. Some of the ones I thought were sweet little innocents got some of the nasty talk--and they really seemed to get off on it!" Cathy understood. One of the highlight of her encounter with Tony had been when he called her an awesome cocksucker. Cathy appreciated the comment even more, now that she knew how often and by how many women Tony got blow jobs. How Tony knew which girls would appreciate being called a cocksucker though... Cathy didn't have an explanation for that. She did, however, have a pretty good idea what kind of vocabulary Trish had been expecting. Had Trish actually been afraid that Tony was going to call her a slut and a cocksucker? That seemed a little thin-skinned. Maybe Trish had worried that he'd call her that and it would turn her on? That seemed more likely. There was also, Cathy realized, the matter of swallowing. Tony seemed to make a point of having women swallow for him. Was that part of the deal with Trish too? Cathy found herself very stimulated at the thought of Trish being forced to suck Tony's cock and swallow his cum. Especially because Trish found the idea so objectionable. Had Trish gone through with it? Had she swallowed? Had she liked it? "So did you do it?" Cathy asked, sounding a little more eager than she had intended. "Did he say if you had to swallow?" Tracy laughed again. "You ought to know that Tony likes his women to swallow!" she said. "He didn't have to tell me to," Cathy shot back with a smirk. "So anyway, Trish. You made the deal. And then?" "We met in the office around quarter to six. Everyone but the girls out front was gone. I was as nervous as I can ever remember being," Trish confessed. "I really didn't want to do it and I really did. I can't explain. I mean, I was supposedly doing this because I wanted Tony to keep taping stuff for me. But if that was it, I don't know. Looking back I have trouble believing that wanting more tapes was enough to make me do it." She looked at Cathy and let out a long sigh. "I guess maybe I had been watching all those girls suck his cock and wondering what made them so eager, you know? Maybe I knew all along that I'd want to do it to. But I think Tony knew I had to be pushed, almost blackmailed, into it. "And this is all hindsight, by the way," Trish explained. "At the time I was nervous and really reluctant. When I was finally there, face to face with him, I started to tell him that I couldn't. He stood there and unzipped his pants as if I hadn't said anything. He pulled it out and told me to look at it and I did. I didn't think about it, I just did it. When he told me to get down on my knees, same thing. I just did it. "Then he stepped up to me and started rubbing it all over my face. My cheeks, nose, eyes... just rubbing that big dick of his all over me. I opened my mouth but he told me not yet. Then he asked me where the video camera was and I told him it was at home. I was afraid he was going to tell me to go home and get it, but he just said that next time I better remember it. "I have to tell you, when he said 'next time', it gave me a bit of a jolt. It sounded like he was planning on making this a regular thing, the way he said it. I was thinking that this was a one-time thing. Maybe that was stupid of me, but it really hadn't occurred to me until that moment that I was setting a precedent. "Anyway, he pulls a little digital camera out of his pocket and says it shoots video and it'll do for now. I told him no fucking way was he going to get a video of me doing that! Pretty ironic, huh? He says, "Look, you're going to do this or you're not. If you do it, it's my way, got it? "Remember that this guy works for me. I can fire him right then and there if I want." "But you didn't," said Cathy with a knowing grin. "No, I didn't," Trish replied and a slight smile crossed her lips. "I told him okay, we'd do it his way. After that, well, you know what happened: he put it in my mouth and I sucked it. The whole time he's shooting short video clips, calling me a dirty cocksucking slut and telling me I'd better swallow every drop when he came in my mouth." Trish looked at Cathy. "I know you say that kind of talk gets you hot, and at first I thought it was making me hot. But then," Trish shrugged. "It was too much. Too over-the-top. I just wanted to finish him off and have the whole thing be over. I may not have all of your experience," she said to Cathy. "But I got a pretty good idea what to do. Not like I never sucked a cock before. So I got into it pretty good, but it still took a long time. The fucker really did his best to hold out, make me suck it as long as he could. "Anyway, he finally did cum and he made me open my mouth and show him while he snapped a couple pictures. Then he switched back to video and taped me swallowing the nasty stuff!" Her shoulders shivered involuntarily. "Just as I thought it was over and I started to get up, he puts it back in my face and tells me to suck it clean. More cum in my mouth! Ugh! But then finally it's all over and he's zipping up. Then he says to me, 'You look so damn good on your knees, Trish. I can't wait to see you on your knees again, sucking my cock.' "And he wasn't saying it like a threat or anything like that. It was like it was supposed to be a compliment or something. At that point I was still on my knees and I got up in a hurry. I didn't hate the experience, but I didn't get off on it either, you know? I mean, I could actually believe I might do it again, but only if Tony dialed it down a notch. I don't need him to tell me I'm a dirty cocksucking whore. If I'm on my knees with his dick in my mouth, I already know I am and I don't need to be reminded!" "So how does this tie in with Ed?" Cathy asked. "Did Tony post the video on the net or something?" "Nah, nothing like that," Trish said with a wave to dismiss the idea. "Tony really is discrete and wouldn't do anything foolish like put pics online. He did give me a copy of the pictures and videos he took. Funny, but watching them--with the sound down, because his talking annoyed me--I really started getting hot. The cum swallowing at the end wasn't really my thing, but have you ever taped yourself giving a blow job and then watched it? I was surprised how hot it got me! "So no, Ed didn't find out from that," Trish continued. "Tony and I worked out a deal where I gave him a blow job after every other girl we taped. I tried to make it every five, but I think that was just out of habit. I didn't put up much of a fight when he said two. "I did tell him that he ruined it with his talk though. And he was okay with that. He said he had to do that just once, some kind of boss's wife fantasy of his. "So what really happened was," Trish said with a sigh, "I brought my video camera every time after that. I always burned copies for Tony. It was one of those copies that Ed found. I left it in the burner." "Holy shit!" Cathy gasped. "He found a video? Of you sucking dick? Holy shit!" "Yeah," Trish gave a wry smile. "He wasn't real happy about it. He was pretty pissed on a couple levels. I mean, first off, obviously, he found out I was cheating on him. Not only that, but I was brazen enough to record it and bring the videos into our house. That was bad enough. Then consider that I haven't sucked his dick in, like, five or six years, right? And I always made it a special occasion. I never just did it, you know, just out of the blue. To find out I was doing that for someone else—something he sooo wanted and almost never got—well, that really burned his ass." "I bet," Cathy said, genuinely shocked that Trish's husband had found out in such a brutal way. Cathy couldn't imagine how her husband would react if he found a tape of her sucking another man's cock. It suddenly occurred to Cathy to wonder if Tony and Trish had made a tape of Cathy's encounter with Tony. She quickly pushed that thought away. Trish wouldn't have, would she? "Now I guess I should have explained a little more about the tapes Tony made of me," Trish said. "I never really get into the actual doing of the deed. Know what I mean? I've given him a bunch blow jobs and I can honestly say that I've never really liked the feeling of being on my knees like that, putting a dick in my mouth and I especially don't like the cum. "But a funny thing is, I love—flat out love—watching the tapes. I see myself sucking that big fat cock of his and I can't help playing with myself. It just gets me so damn hot. As much as I love watching all those other girls suck his dick, I get just as into it, maybe even more so, watching myself. Weird, huh?" Trish didn't wait for Cathy to reply. "So by the time I made the tape that Ed found, well," Trish gave Cathy a shrug. "I was trying hard to really give a good performance. You know, so I could get off later seeing how hot I was. "We had also learned to take the time to shoot from a bunch of different angles. I loved seeing myself from all different angles. You know, to see how I looked from this way or that. I don't know how to explain it. I guess it was like I wanted to experience being a dirty little slut as completely as I could. I don't know if that makes sense or not, but I was making these tapes to masturbate to, so naturally I wanted to do what got me hot. That's what did it for me." She shrugged. "Along comes Ed," Trish continued. "He pops in the DVD and sees me sucking cock like I love it and he can't figure it out. Then, the end, you know, that really kicked him in the nuts. I mean, I always spit when I gave Ed a bj. He never actually told me that it bothered him, but I always suspected it did. Now he's watching me flash a mouthful of cum at a camera and swallow it right down. That had to hurt him as much as any part of it." "So what happened?" Cathy asked when another question suddenly occurred to her. "How long ago did he find out?" "It was about two weeks before you and I had coffee," Trish informed her. "And nothing really happened. He was pissed, sure. But he was also pretty fucking turned on too. And it didn't take him long to figure out that if I was suddenly so willing to suck cock and swallow cum, he wanted in on the action. That's a bit simplistic, I know. We had a bunch of fights and he threatened to divorce me a bunch of times. "But then he started asking me if I liked it now and if I wanted to do it, why hadn't I come to him?" Trish laughed. "Like I just woke up one day and decided that I liked sucking dick! Anyway, I couldn't explain it to him without confessing to the whole video taping thing, and I wasn't about to give that away. Hell, that was the reason I was sucking Tony's dick in the first place! "So, I had to make like I did like it now," Trish laughed again, humorlessly. "And the horny little bastard said fine, he would let the whole thing go if I sucked him off. And swallowed, of course. So now I'm blowing Ed two or three times a week and he's pushing me to do it more. I mean, he thinks I frickin' like it!" Trish smiled wanly. "I guess I was a little too convincing with my little performance." "He's going to forget that you made a tape of you sucking another guy's cock?" Cathy asked in disbelief. "For the sake of getting a few blow jobs of his own?" Another question popped into Cathy's head. "Did he know it was Tony?" "He didn't ever say he knew," Trish said, answering Cathy's last question first. "And you don't see Tony's face at any time. But he talks plenty and Ed would certainly recognize his voice. "As for forgetting the whole thing, well, I wouldn't say it's that simple. I don't think he's forgiving or forgetting as much as he is using this to make a fantasy of his come true. The man truly loves getting his dick sucked and I've hardly ever sucked it for him. So now he's got a way to get me to. And by the way," Trish added, "he's jacked off to the tape of me and Tony, so he's not as crushed as he is turned on by this whole thing." Cathy was surprised, but she wasn't. Men were such pigs sometimes. Here a guy catches his wife blowing another man and, after the initial anger, he tells her there's a way she can make it up to him: by sucking his dick too. The thought of Ed jacking off to the video was mildly disturbing, but sadly, not very surprising. Whatever made their friggin' weenies hard was all that mattered to them, it seemed. Not that Cathy was necessarily in Trish's corner on this. Friend or not, Trish was wrong. Wrong in what she was doing to her husband. Wrong in setting up those girls to be taped. Wrong to keep going with it even after her husband discovered her infidelity. How could Trish act so recklessly? Cathy realized that it was pretty foolish for her to be asking that question. She had been a little reckless herself. Not that she was in Trish's league, but Cathy had gone down on another man and you only had to do that once to be an adulteress. "So do you want to see the tape of Suzy?" Trish asked, probably to keep from having to answer more questions, Cathy thought cynically. "I guess you aren't going to show us one of you, huh?" Cathy replied. She was jabbing at Trish, but not sure why. Cathy wasn't really judging Trish. She didn't feel like she was in a place to do that. So why was she taking cheap shots? She didn't know. "Maybe later," Trish said vaguely. "We'll see." Cathy wondered what that meant. "But I got plenty of others we can watch now. Right, Trace?" "Yeah, up yours," Tracy snapped back. Cathy was confused. Something was clearly amiss between the two, and it seemed to revolve around Tony. But Cathy couldn't guess what it was. "How, uh, how did you get hooked up with Tony anyway," Cathy asked. "Same as me? She tricked you or something?" Cathy nodded toward Trish. "No, I didn't trick her," Trish said before Tracy could answer. "I just showed her some of the tapes. They aren't all blow jobs, you know. There's a couple good fucks too. And after Tracy saw them, well... I guess it was only a matter of time till she decided to give it a shot herself." "He is quite a fuck," Tracy admitted. "I'm not complaining about that," she said to Cathy. "I just don't like the idea that you taped me. And I could kick your ass for the whole blow job thing." Tracy turned to Cathy. "It was her idea," Tracy said, pointing to Trish, "that Tony insist I blow him once in a while. She knows I don't like it any more than she does. And she taped me doing it too." Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 04 Cathy did believe it. Suddenly, her body felt cold and clammy. Fear raced through her. Tracy must have seen the panic on her face. "Yeah, she probably did," Tracy said, which was of no comfort at all to Cathy. "They probably had the camera rolling while you were kneeling there with his cock in your mouth!" "What?" Cathy turned to Trish. "Did you?" Trish looked away and said nothing. "You mean," Cathy gasped, "there's a video floating around of me... me? Sucking...?" "It's not 'floating around', Cath," Trish replied. "I have it and Tony has it. We both already know anyway. And it's not really a blackmail thing. I mean, I have at least as much to lose as you. It's nothing like that." "True," Tracy confirmed. "They don't want anything. Trish just wants to jack off watching people get laid and give blow jobs. And I guess Tony's pretty happy with the arrangement. And, just in case he isn't getting sucked and fucked quite often enough, he's got a nice little library of jack-off material too!" Tracy was clearly bitter about it. Cathy could understand. It felt like betrayal. True, the situation was largely unchanged. Cathy had willingly done what she had done and no one who hadn't already known had found out as a result. But there was something invasive about it. Cathy couldn't have done it if she had realized that it was being taped. That other people were watching. "What her real issue is," Trish said icily, "is that now she likes it." She looked at Tracy with a knowing look. "Yep, she gets copies of all the tapes now too, including the ones we make of her with Tony. She even wants the ones where she gives blow jobs, so take her with a grain of salt. She just doesn't like admitting how much she's getting off on this. Like a junkie who's pissed at her dealer." Trish laughed humorlessly. Cathy was still reeling at the idea that she had been taped. That there was concrete evidence of what she had done. How would Jim react if he found a DVD with Cathy sucking cock on it? It would be pretty damn ugly, that's for sure. And Jim couldn't be bought off with a couple hummers of his own. While she was grappling with this new piece of information, a side skirmish broke out between Trish and Tracy. "Why did you have to fuck up Wednesday for me?" Tracy asked bitterly. "Just 'cause you fucked up and now you've got to suck Ed off, that's no reason to take it out on me." "Yeah, well," Trish said with a dismissive wave. "Maybe you shouldn't have laughed at me. Maybe you should have tried to help me or at least been sympathetic. But," she shrugged. "Fuck you. I have to suck cock, you can suck cock too." Cathy looked from one to the other, not following the exchange. She finally turned to Trish for an explanation. "Her reaction to me getting caught," Trish said, nodding at Tracy , "was pretty much to laugh at me and tell me I was getting what I deserved. So yeah, maybe I was a little petty. But I called Tony and told him that when she shows up this week, it was blow job only. She thinks it's funny, my situation. But she forgets that that big dick fuck she gets every week is thanks to me." Trish shrugged. "Maybe next week she'll be nicer to me. Then maybe she won't have to go home with the taste of cum in her mouth." "It's my period next week anyway," Tracy growled. "Oh, goody! I get to watch you on your knees sucking his cock two weeks in a row!" "Fuck you," Tracy muttered. "Maybe. But no fucking for you!" Trish laughed, but it was forced. "I don't get it," Cathy finally interceded. "Why do you keep doing it?" she asked Tracy . "I mean, if there's no blackmail, then why don't you stop?" "Same reason drunks don't stop drinking and smokers don't stop smoking," Trish cackled. "She's hooked!" "No, I'm not hooked," Tracy shot back. "You're hooked. You are soo hooked that you'll suck your husband off three times a week to protect your fix." Tracy turned to Cathy. "I'm not hooked. Not like her," she nodded toward Trish. "But I have to tell you, I haven't had sex like this in like... well, this may be the best of my life. And I have to admit, watching the tapes is quite a bonus. Trish, well, it's an obsession with her. Not so with me, but that doesn't mean I don't get off on watching those little tarts suck cock. "And I'll agree with Trish on the one point: it's pretty fucking hot watching a tape of yourself. As I'm sure you'll soon find out!" she added with a smirk. "So," Cathy mused, "you'll keep at it and put up with the occasional night on your knees to keep the good fucks coming?" "It's not just the good fucking," Tracy confessed. "It really is the whole package. It's getting to watch Tony with other women. And then going to his place and looking at that beautiful cock, knowing that some little nineteen year old register tart had it in her mouth the night before. That he's going to go back to work and maybe another girl will be tasting my pussy on him that night. And it's knowing that we're making a tape of it that I'm going to get to watch a few days later. Get to see what that big shaft looks like going in and out of me as he fucks me from behind, bent over his kitchen table. Watching my tits rub back and forth on the table as he pounds me hard. And seeing the look on his face when he shoots his wad deep in my pussy. "The whole package is awesome." Tracy shrugged. "Even if I met another guy with a nice big dick who was a great lay, I couldn't duplicate this situation. Watch a couple of Trish's tart tapes. Watch the one of you with Tony. See what you think. My guess is, you'll want to get in on it yourself." Tracy looked at Cathy, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. "Get in on it?" Cathy asked. "You think I want to, to, like join this... I don't even know what you call it. I can't do that!" Even as she was denying it, Cathy was wondering what it would be like to suck Tony's cock on a regular basis, to watch the hidden camera tapes of girls sucking him off in the back of Trish's store. Cathy was eager to see one of those. The idea of being filmed, though, was too much. Cathy didn't even want to think about there being one such tape out there, let alone a collection. "I'm hoping you say yes," Trish told her. "I have to tell you, I've never seen anyone give a blow job quite like you." Cathy felt a bit creeped out by Trish's comment, though clearly it had been intended as a compliment. "And Tony," Trish continued, "he won't come right out and say it's the best he's ever had, but he did say he's never had a woman suck his cock like you did." In spite of the potentially awkward, embarrassing nature of the conversation, Cathy did feel some measure of pride. She had always considered herself a terrific blow job and it was nice to hear a man whose cock she had sucked concur. She was also thinking to herself that she hadn't really done her best work. Tony's cock had been a bit bigger than she was ready for, she had been a bit nervous about the whole situation and she hadn't given a blow job in ten years. All in all, it was amazing that she had been any good at all. If he had liked her so well for that effort, imagine what he'd be saying if she did go over and suck him off again. "It was incredible," Trish went on. "I couldn't believe how hard you came just from having a cock in your mouth. You really are some kind of cocksucker, aren't you?" Cathy felt a little heat in her cheeks. "So what do you say? Want to go over at lunch time on Thursday? I told Tony he could have an extra long lunch, since Ed won't be around. And you should get your money's worth out of him," she added with a wink. "He's got the new girl, Lisa, lined up to blow him tomorrow night." Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 05 Cathy felt like a punch-drunk boxer. She was reeling from all that she had heard today and the accompanying emotions. As much as she loved sucking cock and as much as she would like to reprise her performance with Tony, the rest of the situation was completely overwhelming. It was too far removed from anything she could have ever expected for her to decide what to do at this point. She sat there shaking her head mutely, not looking at either of her friends. Her confusion and indecision was certainly apparent to them. After an awkward pause, Trish got up. "Come on," she said and beckoned them to follow her. Cathy and Tracy followed her downstairs to her office, where she quickly sat at her computer and began clicking away. "You might as well see the one of Suzy. She was such a nice surprise. I mean, the girl looks like she should be in the back row of the church choir. And you talk to her, she's very polite, almost shy. I was, well, not shocked exactly, but close to it, when Tony told me he had her lined up. Here it is." Trish pushed back from the monitor, allowing Cathy to get a closer look. Tracy let Cathy in front of her. "I've already seen it," she explained. There on Trish's monitor Cathy saw a deserted aisle in what was obviously the back of Trish's store. As she watched, Tony led a tall, skinny girl into view. They kissed for a few moments and Tony ran his hands over her small breasts and ass a few times. There were a few grunts and moans as they groped and kissed. Cathy saw immediately what Trish meant about Suzy. She was cute but plain faced. Her high forehead was framed by her straight, dark brown hair. There were freckles on her nose and cheeks. She just had a wholesome look about her that didn't go away, even as Tony's hands cupped her tits and ass. Cathy watched, mesmerized, as Tony took Suzy's hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. Cathy almost expected Suzy to snatch her hand back. Instead, the tall girl moaned and started rubbing and squeezing Tony's cock through his pants. "Oh God, Tony," the girl said, barely audible. "Take it out. Take it out. I can't wait any longer." Tony complied, but he didn't appear to be in any hurry. He was very deliberate as he reached down and undid his belt and pants. Then he paused and looked at her. "Want me to take it out?" he asked, toying with her. "Uh huh," she nodded. "You know you have to be on your knees for me to do that," he said to her. He sounded to Cathy like a parent telling a child they couldn't have dessert before eating dinner. Suzy gave a little giggle and quickly dropped to her knees. She looked up at him, as if to see if this met with his approval. "Like this?" she asked. Cathy noticed that there was something in the tone of her voice that was playful. Yes, she was being compliant, doing as Tony ordered, but she didn't seem to be completely surrendering. It reflected an inner confidence. This girl was not inexperienced. She knew what she was doing and she was playing along with Tony for her own reasons. "Yeah, like that," Tony said in a husky voice. "You really want it, don't you?" "Oh, God, Tony," she begged. "Let me suck it. Put it in my mouth and let me suck it!" To Cathy it was obvious that while Suzy was sincere in her desire, she was also playing it up a bit to turn Tony on. Tony clearly got off on dominating women, standing over them as they knelt, looking down as they sucked his cock. Suzy was doing her best to stroke his ego as well as his cock. It was a little surprising how well she did it, Cathy thought, considering how innocent she looked. Tony, again being very deliberate, pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, reached into his boxers and pulled out his stiffening shaft. He wasn't quite fully erect yet. The camera angle was perfect, Cathy noted. Cathy could see Suzy's eyes widen with delight as Tony held out his cock inches from her face. The girl so obviously wanted it, Cathy saw. And Cathy understood perfectly. She was starting to feel a familiar warm sensation between her own legs as she watched. She was aroused partly by the anticipation of watching this girl perform fellatio on him, but also by the vivid memory of her own experience with Tony. Cathy realized that if she were to be given the opportunity to go down on him again right now, there was almost no way she would refuse. Maybe the idea of cameras rolling would put her off, but otherwise, she couldn't imagine seeing that cock and not getting down on her knees. She watched as Suzy gave Tony a few preliminary licks. They were slow and deliberate, just as Tony had done to her. It was her turn to toy with him and she was clearly relishing it. Then she took hold of his thick shaft and rubbed him all over her face, leaving trails of saliva and precum across her cheeks, nose and chin. The warmth in Cathy's panties increased and she silently urged Suzy to get on with it; get that cock in her mouth and get sucking. Cathy didn't know if she'd have that kind of patience if she were the one holding that gorgeous piece of meat. "Want me to put it in my mouth?" Suzy asked coyly. Her hand pumped expertly on his shaft as she spoke. She may have been playing innocent, but this girl knew how to handle a cock. "Yes," Tony breathed. "Suck it. Suck it good." "Oh, Tony," she moaned and lowered her lips to engulf him. She put the head in her mouth and paused. Cathy knew by the way Tony reacted that Suzy's tongue was massaging the sensitive skin around the head. The toying was getting to Cathy. She wanted to see some sucking. She wanted to reach into the screen and push Suzy's head down on Tony's cock. The anticipation had her pussy warm and tingling. She couldn't wait any longer to see that girl's lips stretched as they slid down that rock hard shaft. Fortunately, Cathy didn't have to wait any longer. With her eyes locked on Tony's, Suzy took her hand from his shaft and started sliding him into her mouth. She slowly descended until more than half of him was inside, then just as slowly she came back up. Tony's cock glistened where her lips had wet it. The shimmer of saliva on a cock gave Cathy a slight shudder of pleasure. She was enjoying this much more than she would have believed. Suzy knelt with her hands on her thighs, slowly bobbing up and down on Tony's shaft. Her pace was obviously calculated to drive him crazy and it seemed to be having that effect. "God, you suck so good," Tony was telling her. "Your lips feel so damn good on my cock. Keep sucking it." Even as he told her to keep sucking, Suzy paused and began to lick his scrotum. Her tongue worked the delicate area with an experienced, gentle touch, as Tony's moans attested. She only spent a few moments running her tongue under him before taking his rod back into her mouth. When she resumed sucking, it was deep and fast. Her head bobbed easily as she took in over half of his impressive length each time. Her eyes were closed now as she dutifully sucked him. She took hold of the base of his shaft as she began sucking in earnest. She continued that way for several long minutes and Cathy was expecting Tony to cum at any moment. Then, with no warning, Suzy let Tony slip from her mouth. His glistening member was standing straight out, as rigid as a cock could be. Suzy sat back on her heels and looked up at him. "You aren't ready to cum already, are you?" she teased. "Getting close," Tony admitted. "You're a great cocksucker, Suze," he said as if explaining. "I want you to cum in my mouth," she told him as she slid her hand down the front of her own pants. "But not just yet." Her fingers reached her pussy and Suzy let out a little squeal and her body gave a slight quiver. "First, I want to cum with that big cock of yours in my throat." She lowered her mouth back over him as she continued to play with herself. After the first couple inches of Tony's manhood were in her mouth, she reached up with her other hand, took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. He needed no further encouragement. With both hands he grabbed the back of her head and drove her down, impaling her throat on his cock. Her hips writhed and bucked as she reached orgasm with Tony's cock deep in her mouth. Tony held her there for what seemed like forever, Cathy thought. Could the poor girl even breathe? Suzy didn't seem to object though as her body continued to spasm with sexual energy. When he finally released her, she fell back gasping for breath. Whether it was from not being able to breathe or from the intensity of her climax, Cathy wasn't sure. She seemed to have wanted him to push her down until he blocked her airway. And that's what seemed to have set off her orgasm. It was awesome to watch, Cathy thought. She wondered if Trish would give her a copy of this even if Cathy didn't want to get involved with this whole situation. Then Cathy realized that Suzy had cum, and pretty hard too. But Tony was still waiting patiently for his turn. His erection stood stiff as before but now glistening quite nicely. Cathy could almost taste it as she watched Suzy slowly regain her composure and get back to taking care of Tony. "Okay, it's your turn," Suzy said, looking up at Tony. "Cum in my mouth. I want to suck you so dry it hurts." Her lips parted around his shaft and glided smoothly down, then up again. She moved at a more relaxed pace, letting Tony's climax build slowly, like flood waters behind a dam. Suzy's slow, deep bobbing was having quite an effect on Tony. Cathy knew that going slowly really killed a guy. It wasn't fast enough to make him cum easily, but it felt so good that they wanted to cum right away. A lesser cocksucker might have picked up the pace when Tony told her to go faster, but Suzy kept the same steady pace. It took almost another five minutes for her sensual ministrations to bring him to the brink. "Oh, damn! I'm gonna cum!" he panted. "I'm gonna... aahhhhhh!" Just as he leaned his head back and let out that groan, Suzy suddenly started bobbing furiously. Cathy saw a little frown pinch Suzy's brow and knew that Tony's salty hot seed was pumping out into her mouth. She didn't slow down at all though. She sucked fast and furious for several long moments, draining every drop from Tony's quivering member. She sat back and Cathy could see her adam's apple bob as she swallowed. Then Suzy put him back in her mouth and gently sucked him as he softened. Then she pulled him out, squeezed him until one last glistening drop appeared. With a smile she licked it up and swallowed again. "Oh, God," Tony was breathing heavy. "You are some goddamn cocksucker, Suze." "Too bad my break was over five minutes ago," she said as she got to her feet, smiling broadly. "Or I'd suck you off again right now. God, you have such an incredible cock." She leaned down and gave him one last suck before hurrying out of the picture. The video clip reached it's end and flipped back to the beginning. Trish looked up at Cathy to see her reaction. Cathy was suddenly very self-conscious about how wet she had gotten. She could smell her own muskiness. Could anyone else? "Well, what did you think of that?" Trish asked, obviously seeing all she needed to see without asking. "Wow," Cathy said with sigh. "That was, uh... that was pretty impressive." What was she supposed to say? It was hot and had turned her on like crazy? No need to say that. It was written all over her. "I've got a boatload more of them," Trish said, conspiratorially. "Granted, that is one of the best ones though. Except maybe," she added with a sly grin, "for yours!" Cathy felt the heat rising in her cheeks again. As turned on as the video had gotten her, there was still something very twisted about the whole thing. And she was still quite resentful of the fact that Trish had had the audacity to surreptitiously record her tryst. "Stop it!" she snapped at Trish. "I can't believe you did that in the first place! I don't want there to be a tape of me out there... in your hands, Tony's or anybody's. You had no right to do that!" Even as she lashed out, she felt like it was perfunctory. She had to lash out and express her dismay and shock and whatever other emotions she was supposed to feel in this situation. At the same time, it was like she was standing on ice and could feel herself slipping. She would slip and slide right into whatever Trish and Tracy were doing. If she didn't do so right here and now, Trish could show her another video. Trish could point out register girls to Cathy in the store and ask did Cathy want to see her sucking dick? Trish could tell her that Tony was asking if she was interested in giving him another blow job. She could just keep throwing the temptations out there and how long did Cathy really want to fight them? Eventually, Cathy would cave in. Watching that video had been, she admitted to herself, quite a thrill. As had been her experience with Tony. Cathy would not say no if Trish offered to put on another video right then. She would also have a tough time saying no if Trish told her Tony was in the next room waiting for her. "Oh come on," Trish was cajoling her. "No one got hurt by it and you'll have a video of yourself sucking the best cock you're ever likely to get your lips on!" Trish laughed. "If it's no big deal," Cathy shot back, "let's see one of you!" To her surprise and amazement, Trish just shrugged and said okay. A few clicks of the mouse later and Cathy was staring at the first frame of a new video. She recognized the setting as being Tony's apartment. Trish was visible just entering the picture from the top of the stairs. "This one is one of the best," Trish said. "And I'm not being immodest. What I mean is--not that I didn't give him quite a good sucking!" she interrupted herself. "What I mean is that we played around a little with camera angles and such. The girls at the store, you see the whole thing from one angle. This one, Tony holds the camera some of the time. Other times he puts it in different places to get me from different angles. It just makes it a bit better than watching me suck away for ten minutes and the scene never changes." With a click of the mouse, the video started rolling. Trish walked into the scene in jeans and a white blouse, her wavy auburn hair spilling over her shoulders. "Ready, Trish?" Tony's voice asked as she stood in front of the camera. "As ready as I'll ever be," Trish replied. She certainly didn't have Suzy's enthusiasm for the task at hand. "Get down on your knees for me, Trish," Tony said. His tone wasn't commanding or authoritative, but his words seemed to rankle Trish slightly. Nevertheless, she complied, kneeling on the floor and looking up into the camera. "Here," Tony said and his hand extended into the picture. "Put this in." Cathy couldn't figure out what it was until Trish started pulling her hair back. "We don't want your hair getting in the way," Tony said with a slight laugh. Cathy realized he was handing her a hair band. Trish sat back on her heels, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and put the band in. Cathy could feel the sexual tension building as Trish put her hair in the pony tail. She was preparing, Cathy told herself, to suck a cock. Not just suck it, but tape herself sucking it. It was getting pretty intense. Cathy shot a glance at Trish. Trish was watching the monitor, but turned to meet Cathy's eyes. She was clearly not at all embarrassed to show Cathy this video. In a moment, Cathy would be watching a tape of Trish wrapping her lips around a cock and sucking it--while Trish was sitting right next to her! Cathy wasn't sure why she should feel more uncomfortable than Trish, but she did. Trish was the one they were about to watch give a blow job. Why was Trish unconcerned and Cathy so uptight? "So, Trish," Tony's voice asked off-camera, "what do you feel like doing today?" "It's not what I feel like doing, Tony," Trish answered as she finished tucking her hair back. "It's what you feel like having done to you." It was a strange dynamic between Trish and Tony, Cathy thought. When Cathy gave a blow job, she gave herself up to the act. It was the ultimate bow to the male ego. To get on her knees and take a cock into her mouth. To suck it, be his cocksucker, to make him cum in her mouth and swallow it down, now that was submitting to a man's pleasure. Nothing about Trish's behavior or words indicated that she was giving herself up for Tony's pleasure. Other than being on her knees, there was little else about her conduct that indicated she cared at all about pleasing him. Even as Trish conceded that she was going to suck Tony's cock and swallow his cum, there was a complete lack of submission in her attitude. On the one hand, it made the whole thing seemed forced and artificial. On the other hand though, even if Trish wasn't giving in with her attitude, she was giving in with her actions. After all, whether she wanted to or not, she was about to suck a cock. Maybe that made it even hotter... that Trish was so clearly not into doing it, yet in the end she was compliant. She might not have wanted that cock in her mouth, but she took it anyway. She wasn't exactly being forced to suck it, but she was being exploited. "Come on Trish," Tony sounded like he was enjoying this build up almost as much as what would follow. "I think you're really starting to like it. Admit it." Trish shook her head. "No, Tony," she said in flat voice. "If you said right now that I didn't have to do this, I'd get up and leave. And you'd just have to suck your own dick." "Well, then lucky for me you have to do it," Tony replied. "Who knows?" He laughed. "I keep making you do it and maybe you'll develop a taste for it." He seemed to be delighting in the fact that Trish was not a particularly willing participant. It occurred to Cathy to wonder how much of that was posturing. Trish had said that she didn't really enjoy the act, but loved to watch herself afterward. So in some sense she wanted to do this, if only to watch it later. Tony, on the other hand, really seemed to take pleasure in the idea that Trish was doing this against her will. Was Trish's resistance just to build up that aspect of it for him? The camera bounced momentarily as it got closer to Trish. It was now pointed down at her face and the front of Tony's pants was visible at the edge of the picture. "Well, go get it," Tony said to Trish. "You know you want it." She looked up at him with a look that plainly said she did not want it. But at the same time, her hands went to his belt and undid it. A moment later, she was pulling down his pants. His big cock sprang out as she did, almost hitting her in the face. Then she had her hand around it and was leaning forward, her mouth open. Cathy couldn't sit here and watch a video of one of her friends giving a blow job. Especially not with that friend sitting right beside her! Quickly, Cathy grabbed for the mouse and clicked. The video stopped. "You know, I, I can't... uh, I mean, I don't really want to watch this right now," she tried to explain. Maybe Trish and Tracy were used to watching videos of each other with Tony, but Cathy wasn't. It was too much too soon. "I... think I'm going to go." She hardly heard her friends' protests as she hurried out. Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 06 The next day Cathy got a phone call from Tracy. "Hey," she said, "don't let Trish freak you out. She's uh, a little too into it sometimes. You know? She forgets that this is a pretty freakin' wild set-up she's got and it's not so easy to just jump right in." "Did you?" Cathy asked. Tracy had always seemed rather sensible and normal to Cathy. The idea that she was involved in this with Trish confused Cathy. If it had only been Trish, Cathy would not have been so tempted. But with Tracy being involved, it made it seem somehow more acceptable. Marginally so, anyway. "It took some time," Tracy replied. "I guess if I was satisfied at home though, I never would have been tempted in the first place. What Trish did was make me aware of how much I still wanted it." "Yeah," Cathy agreed. Her own experience with Tony had only come about because there was something missing in her sex life. "Anyway, don't lose sight of that," Tracy went on. "I know she comes on strong, but I really meant it yesterday when I said I was getting the best sex of my life." There was a long pause. Cathy felt compelled to say something, but had no idea what. "I really did get off on it," Cathy said at last. "Giving him that blow job. I can't believe that I didn't remember how much I liked--no loved--doing it." "Yeah, that's kinda my point," Tracy said. "We're missing things that we shouldn't be. We're doing without things that were once so important to us." There was another short pause. "You know," Tracy continued, "when my kids were little, I didn't have time to notice. But once they were all in school full time, well, I've started feeling like things were missing. At first I thought it was the kids themselves I was missing. And I guess I was to a large extent. But I also started realizing that the kids distracted me from noticing the other things that I didn't have anymore. I guess when Trish started showing me those videos, I was already well aware that I needed something more. I have to admit though, I wouldn't have ever guessed I'd get mixed up in a thing like this!" She laughed. "That's just it," Cathy told her. "If it was just a little something on the side that we were talking about, I probably would. At least--I mean, I know I already did it and all. But that would be, well, I won't say normal. But at least not so... so... involved," Cathy couldn't put her finger on the right words. She knew what she meant, but couldn't think of a way to express it to Tracy . "I understand," said Tracy . "The whole thing freaked me out a bit at first too. But the reason I still do it is that you can't get all of this just from an affair or a fling. Yeah, it's a bit over the top and all, but now that I've gotten used to that, I live in a state of constant sexual turn on. If I'm not over at Tony's getting laid, I'm watching the videos and masturbating. I mean, you know how I feel about giving blow jobs, right? And I'm doing it anyway because the whole thing is such a mind-blowing turn on that I can live with a minor inconvenience once in a while to keep it going." Cathy realized that Tracy was, in her own way, pushing Cathy as much as Trish had. Why did either one of them really care if Cathy was in on their games or not? Cathy wasn't going to spill the beans, obviously. She had been filmed giving a blow job, so Trish and Tracy didn't have to worry about that. If the whole thing was so great, why did they need to get Cathy in on it? It would continue to be awesome without her, right? She said as much to Tracy . "Well," Tracy replied. "For Trish I think it really is an obsession. She's obsessed with blow jobs. Watching them, not giving them, that is. Every girl that works in her store she wants to tape and anyone else she can get as well. You were quite a lucky find for her," Tracy added. "Anyway, you, me and Margaret are the only ones besides her cashiers that she's gotten so far. I think she's said something to Amy and maybe even Kim and Janet, but I don't know how far she's willing to go. But she really does want to get anyone she can on tape. She's really obsessed with it." "What about you?" Cathy asked. "Me? I think that I just want to have someone with me who isn't obsessed. Who makes it feel okay to keep doing it, because I really do want to keep doing it. But, I don't know," Tracy paused a moment. "I don't relate to Trish's obsession, but I don't want to walk away. I guess I thought if someone else, someone who would have fun like me, got in on it, it might seem a little more, I don't know, reasonable?" Cathy could almost hear Tracy shrug over the phone. The words rang true in Cathy's ears. She could see that Trish was a little scary with the whole set-up. But Tracy was only in it to get a missing piece of her life back. She didn't want to get caught up in the obsessive part. And how to keep the situation feeling normal enough not to scare her away? Bring in a friend, extra ballast to keep things from getting too far out of line. Tracy needed a friend that would help her rationalize it. Before this call, Cathy was pretty sure that she was going to say no to Trish. She wasn't going to let anyone make videos of her sucking cock, no matter how good her orgasms were, no matter how much she missed the feel of a man inside her mouth. But now, well... Tracy seemed almost to be pleading with her. And it wasn't like Cathy hadn't been tempted anyway. The thought of having Tony in her mouth again was a powerful incentive in itself. The videos too, were enticing. She had been so close yesterday to giving in. Now Tracy was asking Cathy to do it so she wouldn't feel so alone. "Anybody home right now?" Cathy asked her. "No, not for about two more hours," Tracy replied. "Why?" "Do you have any videos?" "Uh, yeah," Tracy said with a slight hesitation. "I'm on my way over. I want to see more before I make up my mind." Cathy hung up the phone and thought for a moment. Was she going to do this? She still wasn't sure, but she was insatiably curious about seeing more of the videos. At least she had an excuse to see what she wanted to see and still not commit herself. * * * * * Twenty minutes later Tracy was leading Cathy to her computer. Tracy had brought in another chair so they could both sit. The video on the screen was the one of Trish that they had started to watch the day before. Cathy was surprised. "Trish gave you copies of herself?" Cathy asked. "Oh, sure," Tracy said as if it was no big deal. "We've both seen each other plenty of times. I haven't seen you yet," Tracy added, "but only because Trish hasn't burned a copy of it yet." "You would watch it?" Cathy was wondering why Tracy had seemed sensible and normal on the phone just minutes ago. Tracy nodded. "You would want to see me giving a blow job?" "Sure! That's part of the fun!" Tracy explained with a smile. "It really is pretty erotic watching your friends suck cock. I like the ones of me too. Trish is right about that: you don't have to like it to like watching yourself do it." Cathy just blinked, dumbfounded. Tracy didn't sound any different than Trish when she talked that way. "Oh, come on!" Tracy cajoled. "Watch this one of Trish. It's actually pretty hot. If you didn't know her, you'd think she was some kind of ravenous cocksucking slut!" Tracy laughed. A lot of thoughts and emotions were warring in Cathy as she sat down in front of the monitor. But whatever uncertainties and misgivings there were in her head, they were overridden by her voyeuristic desire to see the video. Once again she felt a tingling between her legs. Tracy hit play and they both sat back and watched. Cathy wondered as she watched the beginning again if Trish was really as reluctant as she would have Tony believe. Then they were to the point where Cathy had stopped it the day before. Cathy's breath caught involuntarily as she watched Trish's lips close over the head of Tony's cock. "Oh my," Cathy breathed as she watched Trish, eyes closed, move her lips slowly down the shaft and back up again. It shouldn't have been so surprising. They had been talking about it quite a bit and Cathy had seen the beginning of this very video yesterday. Still, it was quite something to watch--actually watch--Trish suck that big cock. This wasn't a stranger or a porn actress. This was Trish! Trish with a man's cock in her mouth! "Oh, Trish," Tony was teasing Trish from behind the camera. "Guess what I see?" Trish pulled back. "Fuck you," she replied, almost casually, and then slipped him back into her mouth. "Don't you mean suck you?" he laughed. She ignored him and continued her slow, sensual sucking. "I see one," Tony persisted. "Yeah, I see a cocksucker, right here on her knees." The camera shifted to Trish's lower body as if to show she was in fact on her knees. Then it panned back up and zoomed in on her lips. "You're an asshole," she said between sucks. "You're going to swallow my cum," he countered. She looked up at him with what might have been a glare. If it was a glare, it didn't stop her from sucking him. Abruptly, the scene switched. The camera was now beside them, capturing Trish's face in profile. Cathy felt her panties getting wet as she watched the action from this new angle. It made it much easier to see how Tony's girth stretched Trish's mouth wide and how much of him she was able to take in. Trish had her hands in her lap now. For all of her back and forth with Tony, she now looked like an obedient cocksucker. She continued at a steady pace for a while, then took hold of his shaft and began sucking faster. Again, the camera angle changed, this time catching a three-quarter profile of her. It was just like Trish had said. Seeing everything from one angle was like watching a black-and-white television. Cathy realized that her hand had crept up to her breast and was massaging her nipple through her shirt and bra. She quickly pulled it away, but not before Tracy saw her. "Yeah, I know," Tracy said. "I do the same thing. I can't wait for you to go home so I can watch it again with my vibrator!" Cathy found herself in complete agreement. Watching this tape was making her so wet and hot that she had to have some release. She looked at her watch. She would probably not have time to do anything before the kids got home. But tomorrow morning she was going to treat herself to a good fingering. The video went on for several more minutes showing Trish from a couple more angles. Cathy didn't know if she'd necessarily call Trish's sucking 'eager', but certainly to anyone watching this tape, she seemed a very willing cocksucker. "Oh God, I'm getting close," Tony panted. "I'm gonna cum right in your mouth! Ahh, damn. I'm gonna cum," he paused, breathing heavy, his hips rocking forward in to meet Trish's lips. "Ahhh, and you're going to swallow it all. Every drop" Cathy expected some feistiness from Trish, but it didn't happen. "Mmmm hmmm," Trish moaned without taking his cock from her mouth. "Mmmm hmmmmmm." Then Tony let out a long, low moan and Trish's pace faltered slightly, her brow creasing as he ejaculated in her mouth. She sucked a moment or two longer, then sat back on her heels. Cathy could see Trish's mouth and throat working as she swallowed Tony's offering. "You missed some," Tony informed her and he squeezed a large glistening bead out of the head of his cock. Trish leaned forward and licked it away. The camera was close enough for Cathy to see it on her tongue before it was whisked away. "I love watching you swallow my cum," Tony told her. Again, Cathy expected some comeback, but Trish said nothing. "I think you're starting to like it too," he added after a pause. Trish shook her head and started to climb to her feet and the video ended. "God that's hot, isn't it?" Tracy asked Cathy. "That was soo hot that I almost want to suck his cock and feel him cum in my mouth!" "Yeah, that's pretty hot," Cathy agreed. "You want to blow him again?" Tracy asked. Cathy nodded. "That was never in question," Cathy said with a slight smile. "Having that nice big shaft of his in my mouth was incredible. The question really, is would I do it again." She shrugged. "I mean, if he were in the next room right now, I'd be on my knees in a heartbeat. But the whole premeditated thing, you know, setting it up in advance, going over there. It's not very spontaneous. It's kinda calculating. I don't know if I'm okay with that yet." "Tell you what," Tracy said, digging into a bottom drawer of a file cabinet. "Take this home," she retrieved a disk from the drawer and handed it to Cathy. "Watch it tomorrow morning. I think Trish said Tony was free at lunch tomorrow. If it gets you in the mood, call me--or call her--and he's yours for the taking." Cathy took the disk from Tracy and looked at it. There was nothing written on it. She looked up at Tracy for an explanation. "It's one of me," Tracy said with a slightly embarrassed smile. "You'll like it. I think it's a lot hotter than Trish's." Tracy nodded her head toward the monitor. "Now get out of here and enjoy!" Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 07 "Make the call," Cathy said into the phone as she tried to keep her hands from shaking. She couldn't decide if the tremors were from being nervous or from excitement. Equal measures of both coursed through her veins. "Really?" Tracy asked on the other end of the line. "Yes." "I guess that video was pretty good, huh?" Tracy joked. Cathy laughed. It was a nervous laugh, but a sincere one. "Oh yeah," she told Tracy . "If I had a dick, I'd want you to suck it!" She laughed again and Tracy joined her. "It's my lips," Tracy said. "I dated this dick weed in college who told me that I had blow job lips. I guess he thought that was a smooth way to try to get me to go down on him. Well, obviously that idiot didn't stand a chance. But watching the videos, now I see what that tactless little twit meant." "Yeah," Cathy agreed. "You looked incredible! And yeah, your lips..." Cathy wasn't sure what exactly she should say. Tracy 's lips were full and red and, even as they stretched around a shaft as big as Tony's, they looked so supple and juicy. But there was no way Cathy could bring herself to say anything like that to her friend. Cathy had watched the video on the disk Tracy had given her three times in a row and was so wet and horny now that she couldn't stand it. She had watched and re-watched the moment when he came in her mouth countless times. Cathy felt a yearning to have that cock erupt in her mouth as she watched Tracy 's face react to the semen shooting into hers. Cathy would have masturbated, but the idea of cumming with a thick cock in her mouth was far more appealing. The thought of tasting that salty explosion as she reached her own zenith had turned her pussy into a warm, dripping mess. She had reached for the phone with almost no hesitation. Still, she had to hurry before she came to her senses. If she was going to once again act irresponsibly, it was best done in the heat of the moment. It actually had been easier for her to go for it the first time. Then, Cathy had thought she was just giving some hot young stud a blow job. It was a little more involved now. The way Trish had everything arranged made it seem so sinister. And the idea of there being yet another video of her still didn't sit well with Cathy. Of course, having seen videos of Trish and Tracy made that seem like less of a big deal. She had been mortified at the thought just a couple days ago, but now, well... So what if Trish got her rocks off watching? Cathy had seen her sucking a cock too. And she also found she was getting excited about the idea of watching herself in action. "Did you notice how I moaned when he called me a cocksucker?" Tracy was asking, snapping Cathy's attention back to the present. "That wasn't fake. It actually makes my pussy tingle when he calls me that. I don't know what it is, but when I have it in my mouth and he says that... Mmm! Damn! I'm getting a little wet just thinking about it!" Cathy remembered exactly the part of the video Tracy was talking about. She had noticed Tracy 's reaction and had been pretty sure it was genuine. Watching Tracy , Cathy had trouble believing that Tracy didn't like giving blow jobs. It certainly hadn't seemed that way. "You're starting to like it now, aren't you?" Cathy asked her. "No, not exactly," Tracy answered. "Certain aspects of it, yes. Like that dirty girl feeling that I get when he calls me a cocksucker. And the videos, obviously," she added quickly. "After that, well, I do like getting down on my knees, face to face with his hard cock. Dirty girl factor again, I guess." Tracy paused and Cathy waited patiently for her to continue. "I guess I also like being on my knees for it 'cause it makes it that much better when he calls me a cocksucker, you know?" Tracy gave a short laugh. "And when I'm down there looking right at it, there's this tingle of anticipation, you know?" Cathy did know, but wanted to hear Tracy 's take on it, so she didn't say anything. "I mean, it's a cock, right there in my face and I'm about to suck it. That's better than the actual sucking to me. Knowing I'm about to. That I'm going to drive him crazy and get him off. I think that might actually be more stimulating than doing it. For me, at least," Tracy added, no doubt aware that Cathy would beg to differ. Cathy knew exactly what Tracy meant. She had very similar feelings, if not necessarily for the same reasons. Being called a cocksucker for her wasn't about being dirty or slutty. It was about being a cocksucker. Cathy was a cocksucker and loved what that meant--that she loved sucking cock. Being on her knees was also hot for her, but again, not for the same reasons as Tracy . For Cathy, it was all about submission. Not that she was sexually submissive. At least, she didn't think she was. But when it came to giving a blow job, for Cathy it was all about giving herself completely to the man's pleasure. In getting on her knees, she was bowing to the power of his cock, worshipping it and conveying to him that at that moment, it was the most significant thing in the universe. A good blow job, Cathy knew, wasn't just about physical pleasure. "Yeah," Cathy replied, still musing about what made it so special for her. "I know exactly what you mean." She didn't bother to explain the differences. "Now make the call. I need it. I really, really need it!" "Damn, woman!" Tracy laughed. "I've never heard of needing to suck one so bad before! I'll call you right back." * * * * * At 12:15 Cathy was sitting in her car in front of Tony's apartment. She was nervous and excited to the point she was virtually buzzing like a high voltage line. Any trepidation she still felt about the likelihood of this rendezvous being recorded was drowned out by the ache to feel him in her mouth; to cum with her lips stretched around his pulsing erection. It was funny, Cathy realized as she hurried up to the door. She had told Trish just a couple weeks ago how it was the man, not the cock that made it so good for her. Trish had asked if she was sure and at the time, Cathy had been. Now, though, it seemed as though Cathy had been quite wrong. As she rang the doorbell, her pulse racing, she was sure of that. She didn't know Tony well or care much about him. But he had a big cock that he wanted Cathy to suck. And that was good enough for her. That wasn't necessarily a revelation. Cathy may have been in some sort of denial about it, even as far back as her college boyfriend, Tommy. At some level she was aware of it, but until this situation had arisen, there was no reason to open that closet. Now that she had, she wondered just where it would stop. Would Tony become a regular part of her routine? Would Tony be the extent of her indiscretions? Cathy could easily see herself losing her grip on her well-ordered life in favor of this kind of excitement. The idea that she might consider other men, other situations at once scared and stimulated her. The door in front of her opened, dispelling her musings. Tony stood before her in jeans and a tight, navy blue tee shirt. She could see his muscular outline of his chest through it. His shoulders were fairly broad, but not overly so. They tapered to his waist. His arms were also muscular, but not in a body builder way. He had the ropy, solid muscles of a man who did physical work all day. He was definitely a sexy guy, Cathy knew. But none of that was really relevant to her at this point. "Hi," he said to her. He was flashing her a rather charming smile, but that didn't matter either. "Hi," Cathy replied with a little smile of her own. She was hoping this would be just like last time. No small talk, no beating around the bush. She was still hot from watching the video of Tracy and the anticipation of what she was about to do. "Come on in," Tony said, leading her up the steps. "So you really get into giving blow jobs, huh?" he asked as they reached his living room. Cathy just smiled and nodded. She could see there was a bulge in the front of his pants. She didn't want to talk about it--she wanted to do it. Tony wasn't in so big a hurry though. "Funny," he went on, oblivious to the urgency that Cathy felt. "The other ones, Trish and Tracy, they aren't into it at all. In fact, it's kinda fun to make them do it, just because of that." He shrugged and offered her a drink. She declined. She wanted to tell him that the only thing she wanted to drink was what she sucked out of his cock, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. "The girls at the store, well," Tony went on, "half of them are virgins, so all they will do is give blow jobs. The other ones, well, they might fuck a guy they were really into, but they'd blow just about anybody. It's just so different. "Trish really hates it when I cum in her mouth," he laughed. "So I try not to get laid or anything for, like, as long as I can before, you know? Then I can shoot a really big wad in her mouth and watch her make that face! It's priceless. Did she tell you that the first time she swallowed my load, she got sick?" He looked at Cathy, but if he was hoping for a reaction, he didn't get it. She hardly heard his words. Her mind was only thinking about one thing. "But you, you want me to cum in your mouth, don't you?" he said, perhaps realizing that talking was not why she was there. "You wanna get on with it, huh? Damn!" he exclaimed when Cathy nodded. "You really do, don't you?" She stepped up to him, relishing his masculine aroma, and began kissing her way down his chest. She lowered herself to her knees as she kissed. When she was face to face with his belt, she put her hands on her thighs and looked up at him, obedient and subservient. "Take it out, Tony," she said softly. "Take it out and let me show you how much I want to suck your cock." Tony seemed to be in no hurry. He looked down at Cathy and smiled. "You really want it, don't you?" he asked, grinning like an idiot. "Come on, Tony," Cathy breathed. "Let me have it. Let me suck it." "Anticipation," Tony said slowly. "Is a fucking wonderful thing." He reached for his belt and Cathy felt her heart rate quicken. The moment she craved was here at last. Then he took his hand away. "What was I thinking?" he asked. Cathy could see plainly enough that he was toying with her. It was no different than his exchanges with Trish. She didn't want to do it, so he couldn't wait to stick it in her mouth and make her feel like a slutty cocksucker. Cathy, on the other hand, couldn't wait to have him in her mouth, so he took his sweet old time. "I forgot the camera!" he exclaimed, feigning distress. "God, Trish would kick my ass if I didn't tape this!" Cathy watched in frustration as his crotch retreated from her. She heard what he said and understood what he meant and she didn't care. She had had him right in front of her. She could almost smell the precum squeezing from that gorgeous cock head. Then he had walked away. On one level, Cathy understood that he was playing head games, taunting her for wanting him so badly. At the same time, Cathy had no patience. She wanted what she wanted and she didn't care to be made to wait. She watched impatiently as he walked to the kitchen table and picked up a small video camera. For a guy about to get his cock sucked, Cathy thought, he didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. He pointed the camera at Cathy, keeping his eyes on the display screen. He panned it up and down her as she knelt on the floor. "You like sucking cock, don't you?" he asked. Cathy didn't really want this on tape, but she knew that was part of the game. If it would speed things along so they could get to the actual deed, then she'd play along. "Yes," she answered, trying unsuccessfully to look up at the camera. "I love it." She wanted to flash a big sexy smile, but felt too self-conscious to pull it off. "Why?" Tony asked. "I don't know," Cathy answered. "Why don't you let me show you and you decide?" "Do you like it when a man cums in your mouth?" he persisted. "Yes," she said softly, hoping it sounded sexy and alluring and encouraged Tony to move things along. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" "Oh, yeah," Tony answered. "I wanna cum in your mouth alright." Finally his hand moved to his belt and unfastened it. "Are you gonna swallow it?" he asked as he pulled his belt off. "Every drop," she assured him. "Let me show you." At last he stepped up to her and she could clearly see the outline of his shaft straining against the fabric of his jeans. A surge of heat erupted between her legs as he set down the camera and undid his pants. As he slid his pants down, his large, erect cock popped free. Cathy felt a soft, involuntary moan of delight slip out of her. Now that he was exposed to her, it took every bit of her self control not to pounce on him and start sucking wildly. As big a hurry as she had been in a moment ago, she now found herself wanting to savor the anticipation as much as Tony had. With her hands still on her thighs, she closed her eyes and leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against his erection. She rubbed her way softly and slowly down his shaft, burying her nose in the soft pubic hair at the base. She breathed deeply, relishing the masculine aroma. She placed a couple gentle kisses on his balls and then rubbed him on her face again as she came back up. Reaching the tip, she gently licked away a bead of precum. Cathy opened her mouth and took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth. As her lips closed around it, she instantly felt a surge of warmth in her pussy, almost like an electric shock. She let her tongue dance on the underside of his head for a moment, then inched slowly down his throbbing member. Then, taking a page from Tony's game of teasing, Cathy came back up and let him slip from her mouth. "You like getting a blow job from a woman, don't you?" she asked him in a husky voice. "Oh, God yeah," he moaned in reply. "I'm not talking about those little tarts that suck your cock in the back of the store," Cathy said, giving him a long lick down the underside of his shaft. "I'm talking about a real woman." She popped his head back in her mouth for a few seconds. "You like it when Tracy sucks your cock, don't you?" Again he moaned his assent. "Yeah, I bet you like it. You like the idea of older women, don't you? Getting down on their knees and taking you in their mouths. And you like to see us swallow too, don't you?" She ran her tongue up and down both sides of him and gave him a brief suck before sitting back. Cathy could see that the tables had turned somewhat and now Tony was the one anxious to get on with it. She wasn't going to make him wait much longer. She wasn't sure how much longer she could wait herself. "Tony," she said softly, looking up into his eyes. "Do you want me to suck your cock? I'll do it. Do you want to cum in my mouth?" She could see his erection straining toward her, wanting so badly to return to the warmth of her lips and tongue. "God, yes!" he groaned. But he was smiling a little. He knew that the games were almost over and they were both about to get what they wanted. "Tony, I want you to fill my mouth with your cum. Oh God I want it," Cathy was not acting. She could feel the anticipation of his eruption all through her body and there was nothing she wanted more at that moment. "And Tony," she added, just as she leaned forward again. "I'm going to swallow every drop." Finally, Cathy could wait no longer. Tormenting him for a few moments while he stood there erect and yearning was fun, but it was torment for her too. She opened her mouth and took him deep inside, running her tongue along his pulsing vein as she descended. A long, nasal moan escaped from her as she filled her mouth with Tony's impressive cock. If the first taste had been like an electric shock, this was a lightning storm. Cathy felt shivers rip through her as she pushed her lips down his cock. She paused when he hit the back of her throat and held herself there for a few seconds. It was pure bliss for her to hold him in her mouth and feel him tremble with arousal. Cathy slowly worked her mouth up and down on Tony's straining member, letting her moistened lips caress and tantalize him. His breathing was heavy, his moans husky. "Oh, damn, Cathy!" Tony breathed. "You're driving me friggin' crazy! It feels so good to have my cock in your mouth!" Cathy involuntarily increased her pace, feeling her own orgasm building. She was bobbing steadily, taking in about half of his length each time. With each traverse of her lips, the sensation mounted. When she felt her climax was imminent, she forced herself down on his cock, pressing his head against the back of her throat. As she pushed him into her airway, her orgasm shook her. Her body spasmed with the crescendo in her pussy, yet she held herself down on top of him. She sat back, panting from both the orgasm and the interruption of her breathing caused by Tony's cock. "Damn!" Tony exclaimed. "You just came, didn't you?" Cathy nodded, breathless. "Goddam, what a fucking cocksucker you are! You cum just from sucking a cock!" "Yes," she answered easily. "I came just from having you in my mouth. There's nothing that gets me off as much as sucking does," she said, smiling up at him. "Except maybe when you cum in my mouth." Cathy opened her mouth and slipped him back inside. She had gotten some much needed release and now it was time to see just what she could do with Tony's sizeable organ. She pushed her lips down his shaft again, feeling him reach the back of her throat. This time, instead of just pressing him there, she opened her throat and let him slide down it. It wasn't easy. She hadn't done it in a long time, and didn't remember exactly how. Not to mention Tony's thickness was working against her. But after a moment or two, she did succeed and she felt him push into her throat. She bobbed a couple times before pulling back up to breathe. Then, taking a deep breath, she slid down him, slipped his cock into her throat and went as far down as she could. Even taking him into her throat like that, she still came up an inch short of getting all of him in her mouth. Before she could attempt to go farther, Tony, apparently very excited at Cathy's deep throating ability, started to thrust himself in and out of her mouth. Cathy had to pull away. "Easy, big guy," she said with a smile. "I can't breathe with that big thing of yours down my throat." She wiped away some saliva that was dripping down her chin. "You can fuck my throat if you want, but you have to go a little easier. And you have to let me up for air once in a while too." Tony quickly agreed and a moment later his cock was again sliding down Cathy's throat. He was patient this time, and Cathy was able to let him go at it for thirty seconds or more between breaths. "You are an incredible cocksucker," he panted as she leaned back to catch her breath. "You took my whole cock down your throat. That was awesome!" "Did you like that?" Cathy asked, wiping away more dripping saliva. "Hell yes!" Tony answered. "Good," Cathy said, wrapping her hand firmly around the base of his rod. "Now you're going to give me what I like." She held his cock firmly now, slipping it back into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down his glistening rod a little faster now, working him closer and closer to climax. The hard cock sliding deep into her mouth combined with Tony's moans and encouragement had Cathy close to cumming again as well. Even as she savored every inch of his rod, in the back of her mind she was thinking how incredible it would be to reach her peak as he reached his. She had experienced this simultaneous climax before and she associated it with some of the most incredible orgasms she ever had while sucking cock. As she got closer and closer, she only hoped that Tony would hold out long enough to allow it to happen. Wives' Club, Inception Ch. 07 Cathy could feel he was nearly there. He was erect to the point it probably ached. The vein under his cock was swollen, ready to deliver her reward. Knowing he was close in turn brought Cathy closer. The fuse between her legs had been lit. As she sucked and sucked on Tony's cock, it burned down ever nearer the explosive charge it would ignite. Cathy sucked steadily for a couple more minutes before she felt that swelling and straining of his cock that told her his orgasm was scant seconds away. She sucked hard for that load, doing everything she could to coax it out onto her waiting tongue. Then Tony groaned, deep and guttural and his cock spasmed in Cathy's mouth, discharging his thick, hot load. As his cum shot into her mouth, Cathy reached her own orgasm. Her hips bucked as the second and third spurts went into her mouth. It was such an intense climax that it was all Cathy could do to keep her lips on him as waves of hot tingly pleasure coursed through her. She writhed and bucked yet still kept her mouth around him. When her body stopped shaking, Cathy swallowed Tony's cum. Sitting back on her heels, trying to catch her breath, she continued to squeeze and stroke him, coaxing out another large drop of cum. She gently slipped his softening member back into her mouth and sucked it away. She sucked a few more times, feeling a sense of loss and disappointment as his erection slowly faded. The warmth of her orgasm was still with her and she was in no hurry for it to dissipate. But Tony's cock was softening and soon her own glow would fade. Cathy squeezed the base of his cock and stroked it slowly up. A tiny dribble glistened on his head and she licked it away, knowing it was the last. She rubbed his cock on her face for a moment or two, savoring the last of its diminishing stiffness. Then she sat back and looked up. She saw the camera in Tony's hand. In her single-mindedness, Cathy had forgotten about it. This would be a tape worth watching, she told herself. She couldn't wait to see that big cock sliding in and out of her mouth as Tony face fucked her. Cathy was beginning to think that Tracy was right. That this situation was a little overwhelming at first, but there was nothing like the thrill it provided. The idea that she had not only a beautiful cock at her disposal, but also videos of herself, friends and others... "Did you cum when I came?" Tony asked her, snapping her out of her revelry. "Uh huh," she answered, climbing to her feet. "That's so hot!" Tony exclaimed. "You got off on me cumming in your mouth?" He seemed incredulous. Cathy noticed that the camera was still on. Why was he intentionally taping this dialog? Because it was pretty hot in itself, Cathy supposed, to have a woman say that a guy cumming in her mouth was such a turn on. "Tony, you came at just the right time," Cathy explained slowly, enjoying his reaction. "You have no idea what it does to me to cum at the same moment a man unloads in my mouth." "Damn!" he exclaimed, impressed. "So I guess I'll see you again next week?" "Tony," she answered, smiling sweetly, "if you didn't have such a full dance card, I'd suck you off every day. In fact, I'm pretty sure Trish said it was okay if you were late getting back today." Cathy reached down and caressed his now limp cock. "Why don't you sit on the couch and let me suck that beautiful cock of yours again?" Tony kicked off his pants and sat on the sofa. As Cathy knelt between his legs, she felt like she was in heaven. It felt so incredibly good to have a man's cock in her mouth again, to taste his masculinity and to bring him to orgasm with her mouth, lips and tongue. She knelt and nuzzled his cock, causing it to stir. In a few moments, Cathy knew, she would have him hard and straining again. And then it wouldn't be long before he rewarded her efforts with another hot, salty mouthful of his seed. Yes, Cathy would come back every day and do this again.