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She then sat up to get her glass and have a sip of wine and she left her nightie as it was with her right breast again exposed and the fabric just clinging to her left nipple.

  After the movie Jack stood to stretch and say good night. He stood facing Catherine and her husband with his cock quite obviously pointing upward and at least semi-erect.

  “So I’ll have a sleep in tomorrow and get a cab for that lunch meeting,” he said to Len. “You’ll be done with that first meeting by about eleven and we’ll meet up at say, one thirty?”

  “Yeah, one thirty will be fine.” Len agreed “Are you going anywhere tomorrow, honey?”

  “No, I’ll be home all morning,” Catherine offered, feeling her blush deepen as Jack looked down at her breast again.

  “I’ll see you for a late breakfast then,” he said to her.

  “Okay. I’ll try not to wake you if I get up early,” she answered sweetly. Then after he’d left the room she fixed her spaghetti string and snuggled back to her husband’s chest.

  He just stroked her hair and didn’t say anything for a while. Finally she decided to say something.

  “You two seemed to be hitting it off.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” her husband offered sleepily. “Like I said – he’s actually a fun guy when you get to know him.”

  “Yeah, I thought so too,” Catherine agreed.

  “Except he mentioned ‘you know what’ at least three times today,” her husband added.

  “What did he mention?” she uttered, feigning naivety.

  “That he’d be more than interested if we decided we wanted to play around.”

  “Oh, that!” Catherine went on with her pretence. “And what did you say?”

  “Well, I just put him off. I want to get this deal signed up and put to bed before risking a confrontation with the guy. Who knows how genuine he may or may not be?”

  Catherine let that settle for a moment just stroking her husband’s chest. Her heart was beginning to thump though and she eventually spoke, trying to sound as calm as possible. “You know, if you think it would help things for the firm I wouldn’t mind.”

  “You wouldn’t mind what, honey?” her husband asked, although the weakness in his voice gave away the fact that he knew what she meant.

  “It would just be for the week that he’s here wouldn’t it?” she asked softly, assuming they were now thinking the same thing and there was no need to actually spell it out. “Unless he came back for meetings occasionally, and that would be okay as long as it wasn’t too often.”

  “No way, honey. Once he’s signed up there’d be no need to accommodate him again later! It would be a one off!”

  Len paused before going on. He was tenderly stroking his wife’s hair and he kissed the top of her head before talking into her hair. “And you really wouldn’t mind letting the guy fuck you a few times?”

  “No, I wouldn’t mind,” Catherine uttered without looking up. “But don’t leave it for me to have to face in the morning. You have to speak to him about it tonight. You men have to sort that out between yourselves you know.”

  “Yeah, I know, honey. I’ll have a chat with him before I go to bed, but what are we going to do? I’m not that keen on watching him with you – not with this guy anyway.”

  Catherine was twirling the hair on her husband’s chest. Her heart was fluttering and her belly was tingling. “You wouldn’t have to watch or anything,” she uttered. “If he knows I’m – well – available to him. Then I guess we could just see what happens.”

  “Yeah, I guess,” her husband answered warmly. “As long as he’s not violent, and he doesn’t strike me as the type who’d get rough with a woman. He’s very polite with women in general I’ve noticed – very respectful in fact.”

  Catherine waited a while longer before going on. “So you’ll talk to him tonight?” she uttered. “He might be going to sleep soon.”

  “Yeah, I’ll go and speak to him now,” her husband declared as he got up. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” he asked warmly once more. “I mean, it’s just that he keeps mentioning it.”

  Catherine stood and gave her husband a kiss. “I don’t mind and it’ll be fun telling you all about what happens afterward,” she whispered. “I’ll be waiting for you in bed so don’t be long!”

  ****

  Half an hour later Catherine was under her husband being pounded through an orgasm. After that he rolled over and went to sleep and she lay awake for half the night in anticipation of what would happen with the houseguest in the morning. She wondered if he would just tease her and make her wait until the evening, or whether he would be knocking on her bedroom door as soon as Len left for work. She wondered how he would approach her – how he would use his license to have sex with her. She wondered if he would be gentle or forceful. She wondered about the length of the thing that was bulging in his pants and how thick it would be.

  When she woke in the morning Len was already dressed for work, and she slipped a robe on and went down to have coffee with him and see him off. She sat up beside him at the counter. “You know I actually did something yesterday. Not anything much – just a bit of flashing.”

  Len grinned. “Yeah? A bit of flashing eh?”

  “Uh huh. Just my boobs.”

  Len kissed her warmly. “Like last night with your nightie slipping and sitting there with your titty showing? I liked that.”

  Catherine moaned a little as her husband kissed her again. “I thought you’d like that,” she uttered sweetly. “And also yesterday when Jack came back alone he asked me to take my bra off – which I did.”

  “What – you just took it off in front of him?”

  “Well no. I went into the laundry but when I came back he was sitting right there where you are and I was stacking the dishwasher while he had a look down my dress. He was just sitting there staring and smiling and I let him have a really good look. I might as well have been topless.”

  Catherine was kissed again by her husband and he had a feel of her breasts while he was at it.

  “Okay – if anything happens I want to know all about it tonight,” he said, and he was gone.

  Catherine then finished her coffee listening intently for any sound from upstairs but there was none. She rinsed her cup and crept up the stairs to find the spare room door wide open, and her houseguest sitting up in bed reading a magazine.

  She stopped at his smile, biting down on her lip and blushing. “Come on in,” he said easily, putting the magazine aside and motioning to the edge of the bed.

  She did as he asked without speaking. She sat on the edge of the bed and her eyes trailed down from his powerful chest to the line of hair below his navel and to the distinct outline of his cock in the white satin sheet. She could see the thickness of the shaft and the pronounced ridge contoured over the helmet. She imagined the head to be huge and smoothly rounded.

  “Pull the sheet down and have a look,” Jack said easily as he leaned back with his hands folding behind his head.

  Catherine smiled through her blush and she dared to glance up and meet his eyes.

  “Go on,” he grinned. “It would be only fair after the show you gave me yesterday.”

  With the way he had stretched back the sheet had slipped to all but reveal the head. Catherine tugged the fabric lower and slipped it down to reveal the shaft and a huge set of balls. The shaft was thick and heavily veined. The head was indeed smooth and rounded and it was also slightly purple underneath, obviously flushed with a strong blood flow. He seemed to be fully erect and was a good seven inches in length. His balls were loosely hanging in their sack and were more than huge – they were enormous.

  Catherine instinctively touched them. She was still holding the sheet against his thigh and she lightly felt them with her soft little fingers, pressing against them as if trying to determine whether they were real.

  “They’re big aren’t they?” Jack said, meeting Catherine’s eyes again.

  Catherine still hadn’t spoken.
She was biting down on her smile as she felt the base of his shaft. It was as hard as iron and flexed in her grasp. “It’s really huge,” she uttered, feeling her throat was dry and her voice weak. “It’s thicker than I’m used to.”

  “Bigger than Len’s eh?” Jack grinned. “He’s a good sport for agreeing to this though.”

  “And what did he say exactly?” Catherine asked.

  “What – you don’t know?”

  “No – not exactly. I know he said it was okay but I wonder what he actually said to you. And what you said!”

  Jack pulled the sheet up to cover his cock as Catherine rested back on her hands.

  “Well he knocked on the door and said he wanted to have a word about what I’d asked him earlier. Which was whether or not you guys wanted to play around, and if so I would be more than interested in joining in. He said he’d been thinking it over and that as long as I was caring and respectful I was welcome to start fucking you. He said he didn’t want it to get around the firm and that he expected discretion. Then I asked him how he thought things would go, whether he was interested in a threesome or watching or whatever. And he said he wasn’t sure about that – that I could approach you when he wasn’t around for a start and that you were very approachable!”

  Jack had been softly stroking Catherine’s knee and thigh. He stroked up further, a little higher than the hem of her satin robe and squeezed more firmly.

  “So I asked him what he meant by you being very approachable and he said you will probably be willing to do pretty much whatever I want – and that you’d be available pretty much anytime I want it all week.

  “He said as long as I don’t go getting rough with you or anything.”

  “I don’t like it when men get rough,” Catherine uttered through her blush. There was a look of pure submission in her eyes.

  “So the rest of that is true?” Jack went on warmly. “Pretty much whenever I want, all week?”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “Or if you just want me to do something for you – or if want me to wear something special. Or not wear something,” she added shyly, biting down on her lip as her blush deepened.

  His fingers had been brushing against the crotch of her panties and she braced herself as he reached a little further and felt her pussy more firmly. She parted her thighs to give him better access, moaning slightly as his fingers dug in and opened her through her panties.

  “Do you want me now?” she asked shakily.

  “No – it’s okay. I thought I had condoms but I must have left them at home. I’ll have to run out and get some.”

  He continued rubbing her pussy through her panties, forcing his middle finger inside and working her clit.

  Catherine closed her eyes and spread her legs more. She was leaning back on her elbows with her robe slipping from a shoulder, and the string holding her nightie slipping with it. She felt his hand close over her breast and then he tugged at her shoulder strap and pulled it further down to uncover her breast completely. He continued rubbing her clit through her panties while playing with her exposed nipple, tweaking it and squeezing it hard and bringing her close to a little orgasm.

  Catherine closed her thighs together and squirmed down against his hand as her belly clenched with the force of the mini climax. It was only a tiny one but her clit was suddenly too sensitive, and he knew it judging by the grin on his face as he continued fingering her through her panties. She ended up clinging to his chest as he held her, and as his middle finger found the edge of her panties and slipped through and up inside of her. And that was quite a relief with her clit then pressed against the palm of his hand and not being touched so directly.

  “You feel nice and tight,” he said to her. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here.”

  Catherine moaned softly. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she said as she squeezed his cock. “I think there’s some condoms in the main bathroom cabinet if you really want to use one.”

  “What – you don’t want me to wear one?”

  “No, I don’t want you to,” Catherine uttered. “It would be nice to feel you cum inside me.”

  “So you’re on birth control then?” Jack asked, forcing his middle finger in deep and feeling how hot and wet she was.

  “Umm – no I’m not actually. But I should be safe right now.”

  Jack chuckled. “I don’t know. I had a check-up only a few months ago and the doc found that I have a huge sperm count. I’m very potent.”

  “That sounds even nicer,” Catherine uttered, squirming as the older man felt deep inside of her again.

  “Plus I produce a very large ejaculate,” he added teasingly. “That’s a lot of cum, very thick with sperm.”

  Catherine’s blush deepened. “That’s okay,” she uttered softly. “I like it when men cum hard in me. Especially when it’s another man and not my husband.”

  She was being pulled into the middle of the bed and Jack was getting up onto his knees. He tugged at her panties and she lifted her butt so he could slip them off. He tossed them on the floor and spread her legs. She moaned as he parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and had a look inside of her. He opened her and positioned the head of his cock. He then remained up on his knees watching his cock sink into her. He inserted about half his length then drew back until the ridge of his cockhead appeared, stretching her pussy lips wide open. Then he inserted again, almost all of his length that time. But Catherine’s nails dug in when he bottomed out.

  “God that’s so huge,” she whimpered.

  He moved right over her and thrust his hips again, feeling how tight she was stretched around his shaft.

  Catherine gradually got used to his size and the pain subsided. He had pinned her arms above her head, and with his free hand he lifted her clothes and bared her breasts. He was watching them bounce as he humped her and she started grinding against him when he was humping forward. The mild orgasm from earlier was building again, only it was much deeper this time.

  “I want to see your tits all week,” he said to her. “I want you to wear revealing tops and no bra. Even when your husband’s home, okay!”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine panted. “I will.”

  “And make sure you show them to me. Lots of bending over whenever you get a chance.”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine moaned, grinding herself over the thick base of his cock.

  “And more of these slinky little nighties that fall off your shoulder too. And don’t fix it right away when it does slip…. That was so fucking sexy last night!”

  “Okay,” Catherine uttered. “Oh god,” she moaned as her orgasm surged. “Oh god that’s so huge,” she cried as the older man thrust forward and impaled her and held firm. And her orgasm thumped through her belly, deep and powerful, causing her entire body to convulse and throb with the contractions of her pussy trying to milk the monster cock that was embedded inside of it.

  Jack rode the convulsions of her slim little body beneath him. He kept himself fully up her and continued fucking her throughout. His own orgasm was threatening as her tight little hole throbbed and squeezed his shaft. His balls were full after almost a week without release, and he knew this would be a massive load.

  He rode her through the last of her orgasm until she settled panting beneath him. “So you’re sure about this?” he asked, grinning down at her. “You don’t want me to pull out or anything?”

  Catherine shook her head. “Not unless you wanted to do that especially.”

  “What – like to shoot a load all over you?” Jack asked as he worked his cock in deep and held still while another surge of cum threatened to erupt. “Oh fuck that was close,” he groaned as the wave receded and seemed to fill his balls even more.

  He then started moving in and out again, just pulling back a few inches and thrusting forward slowly to mash his balls into the hot juices oozing from her tight little pussy. “So you like guys shooting their cum on you?” he went on with interest.

  “Umm – m
aybe,” Catherine blushed.

  Jack humped her a few times fast and brought himself back to the brink of ejaculating then he steadied, just keeping himself on the edge and slow fucking her some more. She was lifting and grinding against him. Her pussy was soaked and open and it was on fire.

  “I’d like to have a go cumming over your tits or your face sometime. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” Catherine responded, meeting his eyes directly.

  “But this time I’d rather unload inside you if you’re sure it’s safe,” he added. “Oh fuck I’m close!” he then groaned, humping her hard and fast for a few seconds then holding firm while she ground against him. “You’re sure then?” he asked one last time.

  “I’m sure,” Catherine uttered. And just then her body tensed and convulsed into orgasm again. And Jack surged forward and forced the length of his cock in hard. She had her legs spread wide presenting him with full access. He let go and started pumping his sperm into her belly. It was a massive load gushing hard and thick and the contractions of her pussy were milking it from his balls.

  It took a while for his cock to stop throbbing and to finish unloading completely, and by then Catherine’s body was limp on the bed underneath him. She had her arms above her head with her fingers intertwined in her knotted hair. Her face was red and she was staring blankly into space. Her chest was heaving as she was still panting a little, and her tits were sweaty and shuddering.

  Jack had lifted himself above her but he still had his cock inside of her. She had her knees bent up and her legs were spread wide open. He had remained quite firm and he was enjoying how hot and wet she was – just slowly withdrawing then sinking the length of his cock back into her.

  “That felt good,” he grinned.

  Catherine’s attention returned and she smiled. “Well I should think so!”

  Jack rolled his hips, forcing his cock all the way in. “No, I mean it felt really good!”

  “Thanks,” Catherine uttered sweetly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  She closed her eyes and braced against the next thrust, spreading her legs wider and grinding a little. She opened her eyes to find the older man staring down at her face.