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  “Well I guess. But it’s part of the excitement, isn’t it, Tom? Having her walk around all weekend with another man’s cum in her panties.”

  “Or maybe without the panties.” Tom smiled, and Catherine held his gaze with her cheeks reddening a little again. “But only if she decides it’s safe,” he added more seriously.

  “Anyway, I don’t see what the fuss is about. I’m sure you men can’t even feel when you’re wearing one!” Catherine challenged the three of them. “As long as you’re inside me when you cum, it’s going to feel the same, isn’t it?”

  “True, but not the point,” Brad offered thoughtfully. “For mine, it’s about knowing that when you pull out you leave the woman with your load. I mean, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah – full service with insemination,” Foley added, and Catherine just shook her head, blushing deeper.

  They all chuckled, but Brad went on to speak more seriously. He addressed Catherine and included Tom. “So it should be fine, but there is some chance of getting you pregnant. Is that right?”

  “Yes,” Catherine replied. “I’m not on birth control at the moment.”

  Brad addressed Tom. “So that makes it that little bit more exciting for you as the cuckold, eh? With your woman fertile, and I know I’m fully fertile. Would you like Catherine to choose not to use the condoms?”

  Tom blushed. “I guess I wouldn’t mind,” he said meekly.

  Catherine met his blush with her own.

  “Yeah that’s sexy,” Brad went on easily. “And you get to watch me fuck her too.” He groped Catherine’s tits lewdly. “You getting wet, baby?”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine uttered. “I’m getting wet for him, not for you,” she said to her boyfriend.

  Tom looked at her pussy then peered back up, his face still red from embarrassment.

  “And if I let them cum inside me, you still have to use condoms, okay?” Catherine went on.

  Tom nodded. “Okay.” He looked to Brad and Foley and got up. “I’m just going out for a smoke.”

  “You can smoke in here,” Brad offered.

  “No Catherine doesn’t like it. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

  “Is everything okay?” Catherine asked him, a little concerned and pulling at the hem of her skirt.

  “Yeah everything’s fine! You know how I am after an hour without a puff. But don’t get too carried away while I’m gone, okay?”

  ****

  Brad got up and went to the bar after Tom left. “What will you have?” he called back, and Catherine asked for wine while Foley agreed to a beer.

  Catherine stood and fixed her hair and her bra. “What happened to my panties?” she asked.

  “I think Tom put them in your handbag.”

  “Why? You don’t need them, do you?” Brad grinned, placing the drinks on a coffee table beside the sofa.

  “No I just didn’t want to lose them.”

  “And what about your bra, do you want to take it off so we can get at your tits a bit easier?”

  Catherine’s blush deepened again. “Um – I don’t know – do you want me to just take it off?”

  Brad smiled up at her. “Definitely!”

  She was standing before the two men. Her eyes averted as she reached behind her back and unfastened it. Then she slipped it from beneath her little top and folded it and placed it with her handbag.

  “Wait!” Brad called to her. “How about bending over a bit further so we can have a look at you from behind like that?”

  “No!” Catherine cried, blushing furiously. “Don’t be crude!”

  “I don’t mean to be crude. We just want a bit of a look is all, don’t we?” Brad appealed to Foley.

  “Yeah that’d be nice,” Foley suggested, grinning hopefully up at Catherine.

  “She smiled through her blush, glancing away and shaking her head. “So what exactly do you want me to do?”

  “Just come over for a minute,” Brad replied, standing and gesturing with his hand, and Catherine approached tentatively. “We just want to see how that shaved little slit opens up when you bend over,” he went on, leaning her forward over the sofa.

  Foley stood, and Catherine peered back at him as he approached. Brad lifted her skirt and bent down to inspect her. He touched the back of her thigh and squeezed, peeling the lips of her pussy open. Her inner folds were tacky, and using his thumbs he opened them wider.

  Foley looked to Catherine. “Are you okay?” he asked her sincerely, but as he did, Brad sliced the tip of his tongue through her open slit.

  “Oh God,” Catherine whimpered.

  Brad held her open and continued licking, but very slowly and without penetrating. He was just teasing the folds of her labia, then his middle finger appeared from beneath his tongue, and he forced it all the way in.

  Catherine’s breath caught, and her head dropped to her arm as she squirmed back against it. His tongue searched higher, and he peeled the cheeks of her bottom open with his other hand while trying to insert the tip of his tongue into her little hole and slowly fucking her with his finger.

  Foley watched for a few minutes, just touching Catherine’s back and gently massaging. “Do you want to have a go?” Brad then asked him, standing and stepping aside.

  Catherine watched as Foley moved around behind her. “Is this okay?” he asked, and she nodded, then he poked the tip of his middle finger in and inserted it all the way up her.

  “Tight, isn’t she?” Brad grinned, feeling under her top and groping her tits.

  She looked to him then peered back over her shoulder at her friend.

  “Like that?” Foley said to her, rubbing the tip of his index finger over her clit, and her eyes closed and her body arched backward, so he kept at it, vibrating his hand against her and pumping his middle finger in and out while maintaining pressure on her clit.

  “Yeah she’s going to cum!” Brad said. He’d lifted her and had both hands under her top. “Cum for us, baby!” he groaned, and her hands went to his head as he ate into her neck. And Foley continued finger fucking her until suddenly her vaginal walls contracted, then he stopped and held firmly up her.

  Her entire body tensed and started to softly tremble. Brad kept hold of her tits and kept sucking on her neck. Her vaginal walls remained contracted, and Foley waited until they released before carefully withdrawing his finger.

  It was all a bit restrained, but the guys smiled to each other while they fixed her clothing back into place and steadied her upright.

  “Was that good?” Brad asked her with a grin. He offered her drink.

  She didn’t respond but smiled, sipping the wine and fanning her face, which was quite red.

  “And the wine – is it okay?”

  “Yes it’s fine thanks.”

  “That’s good. I’ll get another bottle sent up. That was the last of it.”

  Brad left for the bedroom where the phone was. Catherine sat down and finally met Foley’s eyes.

  “Been wanting to do that since I first saw you at Jared’s place after school one day,” he said, sort of measured like it truly wasn’t a new idea.

  “You had been wanting to do what? To – to finger me?” Catherine asked, a little awkwardly.

  “Well yeah. It’s what we used to do back then, remember?”

  She giggled. “Yes – but not quite like that.”

  “And you liked it from behind?”

  “Yeah I did. And the other ways too.”

  “Well I might have to finger you a few more times to work that out,” Foley tried, earning a little smile and blush.

  “But you really have to promise not to tell anyone about this! It still feels strange with you being Jared’s friend.”

  “Yeah but he won’t find out.”

  “Find out what?” Brad asked as he returned from the bedroom.

  “I don’t know – find out what happened to Tom, I suppose. How many smokes is he having?”

  “No I saw him ou
t the window. He’s downstairs talking to some people. He had a beer and that. I think he might be a while.”

  “And what about my wine? I’m so thirsty.” Catherine smiled up at Brad.

  “Yeah it’s on its way. Room service had finished but Reg is running up with it for you.”

  “Who’s Reg?”

  “One of the doormen. He was just doing a luggage run or something, then he was going to get it.”

  “Is he old and wrinkly by any chance?” Foley asked.

  “Old and wrinkly? Yeah I guess you could say that. Why?”

  “Well I just remembered earlier Catherine was saying how much she likes old wrinkly guys.”

  “Yes – how much I like vomiting on them,” Catherine shot back immediately.

  “Well he wouldn’t appreciate that, but he’d probably enjoy a little up-skirt peep,” Brad suggested playfully, warming to the tease and moving closer to Catherine.

  “No he wouldn’t. It’s just your dirty minds,” Catherine protested.

  “No, seriously! I know him well, and he’s always checking out the ladies.”

  “So he’s a dirty old man then?”

  “Sure he is,” Brad said, stroking hair from Catherine’s face. “And yeah he probably would get a thrill out of a little flash. But who cares about him? I’m just thinking how it’d be if he saw you sitting here with two men and with your pussy on display…. You do want to show us again, don’t you?”

  “Yes I do, but I’m a bit nervous about some old guy coming in and seeing me like that.”

  “Well when he knocks on the door, if you feel uncomfortable we’ll just forget about it, okay?”

  “Okay,” Catherine replied softly, blushing a little.

  “Good then. So do you want to show us again now?”

  “Like – just sitting down like this?” she asked, peering from Brad to Foley as she lifted the front of her skirt.

  They both looked down at her crotch, and she leaned back and pulled her skirt up over her hips. She was watching Foley’s face, and he glanced up to meet her eyes.

  Brad reached for one of her tits and felt it gently. Her gaze lowered to his hand. “Your nipples are responsive, aren’t they?” he said to her.

  “They’re very sensitive tonight. Especially without my bra on.”

  “Yeah? And do you want to take your top off too after this guy’s gone – let us look at your tits while we’re chatting and waiting for Tom?”

  “They’re not much to look at, though,” Catherine uttered.

  “I want a look!” Foley smiled, and she glanced up and blushed a little at that.

  “Me too!” Brad added. “But about Reg – maybe if you came and sat on the other side here and tucked your legs up. That way he’d be able to see your pussy from behind, but it’d be kind of subtle.”

  “Over there?” Catherine asked, standing and stepping around Brad’s legs. And as she did she kept hold of her skirt. Brad was setting a cushion for her, and Foley leaned in behind and felt up between her thighs.

  “Hey, you!” she complained, pushing against his head but only gently, and he managed to work his middle finger up her again.

  Brad grinned. “Is she still wet?”

  “Yeah. Not like before but wet enough.”

  Catherine started massaging into Foley’s hair, and she crouched just slightly, curling her hips back and opening herself to him a little more. He withdrew his finger then forced it up her again, and her nails dug into his scalp.

  Foley smiled. “She’s juicing up now.”

  “Come on, don’t be greedy!” Brad complained.

  She was more open than earlier, and Foley could feel her juices swirling around his finger. “Are you going to let this old guy have a look?”

  “Uh huh,” Catherine sort of moaned in reply.

  “Do you want to go and get ready now?” Foley said to her, carefully removing his finger and smearing the thick fluid around the lips of her pussy.

  “Okay,” she said softly, and she stepped across to stand before Brad.

  “Just sort of lean over against the arm and tuck your feet up. We’ll see how that looks,” he said to her.

  She still had her skirt bunched around her waist, and she sat and lifted her feet up onto the sofa.

  “Yeah that’s good,” Brad went on, and he gently rolled her and felt up behind her legs, slicing two fingers in between the lips of her pussy, then he forced them up inside of her.

  “Oh God,” Catherine moaned, gripping the arm of the sofa, and Brad got up onto his knees and started fucking her with his hand. His arm was jolting back and forth, his two fingers thrusting in and out forcefully. Her eyes were shut tight, and her body seemed to flex with her hips arching up off the sofa as she began to shudder. Brad then stopped. He had his fingers fully embedded into her, and he held firm while her body pulsed.

  Catherine’s eyes opened, and she stared blankly for a moment before they seemed to focus. She looked back at the two men. “You’re going to wear me out if you keep doing that.”

  “Are you complaining?” Brad asked, wiping his fingers on the outer lips of her pussy, as Foley had.

  “Um – no!” she replied, still grinning, and she straightened her skirt down a bit as she sat up. “But I wish I had my wine.”

  “I’ll go see what’s happening with it,” Brad declared, and he left again.

  ****

  “It was nicer that time,” Catherine started.

  Foley nodded. “You seemed more open somehow.”

  “I know. I was a bit nervous the first time.”

  “Are you okay now? You’re not getting sore or anything?”

  “No I’m fine. I’m still tingling down there, but it feels nice, and anyway I don’t mind if I end up a bit sore tomorrow.”

  “And when he used two fingers, was that okay?”

  “Yeah but I liked what you did too. And next time you do it to me you can use two fingers if you want to. I won’t mind.”

  “So does that mean it’s okay to do it again later?”

  “I don’t know.” Catherine smiled. “I’m just saying it felt nice.”

  “Well what about Tom? I wonder what’s happened to him.”

  “I don’t know. I might call him. Can I have my bag, please?”

  Foley gave Catherine her bag and left her to use the bathroom. When he got back Brad had returned, and he and Catherine were just chatting.

  “Did you get Tom?” Foley asked Catherine.

  “Yes he’s downstairs with some friends of ours, and I told him we were just having a few drinks, so he said he’d come up later.”

  “And what about old Reg with the wine?”

  “Yeah he’s on his way up. They forgot all about it,” Brad explained. “And you’re good with him coming in, aren’t you?” he then asked Catherine, leaning back to look up behind her legs.

  “I’m still a bit nervous about it, but yes.”

  “That’s good, and do you just want to move your legs a little bit? Maybe move this top one forward so you open up a bit more for him?” He guided her so that her lower leg straightened and the top one was bent up, which had the effect of leaning her forward and opening her wet, reddened pussy behind her legs. He then touched it, working his fingertips into her juices and smearing them, then he forced two long, thick digits up her again.

  Catherine held Foley’s gaze steadily while the other man fingered her again. Her head rested upon the arm of the sofa, and her body rocked forward with each thrust of his hand. There was no excitement in her eyes.

  “Are you okay?” Foley asked her softly.

  “Yeah I don’t mind,” she uttered in reply, sort of lifting her bottom and grinding a little as Brad felt deep inside of her.

  The knock at the door finally came, though, and Brad withdrew his fingers and wiped them on her inner thigh. He got up and moved to the chair beside Foley then called for the guy to come in.

  “Hello, Reg. How are you?”

  “Fine thanks,
and you?”

  “Great! We’re just having a little party up here. Thanks for doing the run for us.”

  “No you’re welcome. I’m sorry we forgot, but I’ve had so many checking in tonight.”

  “Foley and Catherine, this is Reg – a good friend of mine since I’ve been virtually living here.”

  They nodded greetings, and Reg’s eyes flashed down to Catherine’s legs briefly. “Looks like a fun party,” he suggested to Brad.

  “Just a few friends getting together – if you know what I mean.” Brad grinned. “Stay for a beer?”

  “No I’d better get back to it,” Reg motioned with the bottle of wine.

  “Yeah just pop it on the coffee table thanks, buddy.”

  The coffee table was beside the sofa, and the old guy leaned directly behind Catherine. She’d straightened up a bit, but her pussy was still blatantly exposed, and his gaze fixed upon it as he placed the ice bucket down. Brad was smiling over at Catherine, and he winked, but she just glared back at him.

  Old Reg was opening the bottle, his gaze remained fixed upon Catherine’s wet and obviously used pussy. She smoothed her skirt, edging it down a bit. Reg looked away, sort of nervously.

  “Should I pour?” he asked, checking with Brad.

  “No we’ll get that…. But how are things? How’s your wife?”

  “Mad at me.” Reg grinned, his eyes roaming and pausing before lifting again, and he replaced the bottle in the bucket and casually stepped around to lean on the back of the sofa. He was out of Catherine’s line of sight there, and his eyes lowered, fixing directly upon her pussy.

  “It’s okay – she likes us checking her out,” Brad said, and Catherine turned and peered back up at Reg’s face with her fingers twisting into the hem of her skirt. It was as if she would pull it down, but she didn’t.

  “Oh to be young again.” Reg smiled, shaking his head, and after meeting Catherine’s eyes for a moment he stood and walked back around the sofa. “Well I’ll let you kids get back to it.”

  “Thanks, Reg. See you tomorrow?”

  “No I’m off this weekend. See you Monday.”

  As soon as the door closed, a cushion hit Brad in the face. “I can’t believe you let him bend over right there! I nearly died!” Catherine declared, her face bright red but a smile breaking through. Then she jumped up and climbed on top of Brad, her hands clawing playfully at his throat while he laughed and pretended to fight her off. He only held her away a little, though, then his hands went up her top, and he lifted it and sucked on one of her tits.