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  “No! I want my wine now,” she demanded, pushing and breaking away from him, and she came over to where Foley was pouring it for her. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, panting and smiling. “Gosh, I hope I never see him in the street.”

  “It was fun, though, wasn’t it?” Brad asked her.

  Foley sat back in the couch, and Catherine stepped across beside him. “It is now, but I was terrified a minute ago.” She giggled, sitting back against the far end and pushing Foley with her toes. “And you’re just as bad!” she scolded, but she allowed him to lift her feet onto his lap, and he began massaging them while they chatted.

  “So did I hear correctly that you guys are related?” Brad ventured at one point.

  “No – we’re just friends, but it kind of feels like we are?” Foley explained.

  “Too bad. I think it would be hot! I’ve got a few cousins I wish were – well – friendly!” Brad grinned, and Catherine blushed a little. “Your boyfriend’s done well too,” he went on. “I mean, when I was married I often fantasized about other guys with my wife, but I never said anything, and I don’t know – maybe things would have turned out better.”

  “Well we kind of met at a group thing,” Catherine started in response. “Plus we kind of both like stories.”

  “What kind of stories?” Brad leaned in with interest.

  “They’re usually about couples where another man would have sex with the woman.”

  “Yeah but give us some details! You know – for example?”

  “No! I’m not telling you!” Catherine complained.

  “Come on! Just a few little details,” Brad pleaded. “What’s your favourite?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe the ones where the woman would be sort of forced to do it.”

  “Forced?” Brad grinned, but Catherine was already blushing.

  “Well not really forced. Just where she would have to let other men have sex with her to pay off a debt or something. Or if there was someone with a hold over them, like a boss or whatever, and she’d have to let the guy have sex with her to keep her husband’s job.”

  “And there’s always just one other guy?”

  “Not always. Some of the stories are about more than one. Like with the husband being just a worker and she’d have to let all the supervisors and managers have her.”

  Brad slipped from his chair and crawled across. Catherine was lying on her back, but he lifted from beneath her leg and rolled her onto her side. Then he pulled her skirt up her back and forced his hand between her legs, rubbing into her pussy for a minute then inserting his fingers into her. She held to the arm of the sofa and arched her hips, and he started pumping them in and out.

  Foley watched her face. Her eyes were closed, but when they opened she turned her head to the side and peered back at him. Again there was nothing in her expression to suggest she was enjoying it, but she was arching up to meet the thrusts of Brad’s hand.

  Her eyes closed again, and suddenly Brad held firm, and Foley saw the slight tremors pulse through her body. Brad withdrew his fingers and mashed them into her folds, rubbing her juices into the lips of her pussy, then he started feeling her anus. He worked around it, massaging the tip of his middle finger in, then he slowly inserted it, forcing it all the way and turning his hand before withdrawing it again.

  Catherine’s eyes opened, and Foley met them once more. They slowly closed as Brad pushed forward, and she bit down on her lip, but again her body arched to meet him. “Might duck down and see if the kitchen’s still open,” he said casually. “Sometimes there’s left over pizza if you get them when they’re closing up.”

  He withdrew his finger and smoothed Catherine’s skirt back down, then he stood. “Are you guy’s hungry?” he asked, and they both nodded. “Won’t be long,” he added and left.

  ****

  Catherine turned back over and sat fixing her top, which had ridden up her back. She held Foley’s gaze as he edged a little closer, and he reached in under her legs and felt inside the lips of her pussy. She was hot and open, and he pushed two fingers in a little then massaged her juices into her labia and outer lips.

  “Do you want me to lie over again?” she asked softly, and he nodded.

  She lay back and turned onto her side, placing her head down upon the arm of the sofa, and she arched her hips as he pushed two fingers up her. He forced them as far as he could and held firmly while rocking against her with his arm.

  “I like it when you finger me,” she uttered sweetly, and he pumped her a few times hard then held firmly again. He then withdrew and felt her other little hole. He used his third finger and as he slid two fingers back into her pussy he inserted the other into her anus.

  She writhed back against his hand, rolling her hips and grinding down on his fingers, so he started thrusting into her again. “Mmm – that’s nice like that,” she whimpered, arching up higher and gripping the arm of the sofa, and he kept pumping her until suddenly her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, and he held firmly up her while her entire body throbbed around them.

  “Can you feel that?” she gasped, peering back at him, but her eyes closed, and she just continued to throb. “Oh God!” she breathed heavily, reaching back and pushing against his arm.

  He pulled his fingers out, and she collapsed onto her side. He edged back away from her, and she rolled herself over onto her back, her hand going to the hem of her skirt and stretching it down to cover her crotch. Her other arm was bent up over her face, and she just lay there like that measuring her breaths.

  Foley collected her wine glass and refilled it then went back to her side. She sat up and took the glass, offering a little smile as a thank you. Then he moved back to his chair and let her get herself together before speaking.

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

  “Yeah I’m fine. I just had a little head spin that time, but I think it was because of the way I was lying. Too much blood rushing to my head.”

  “Well pizza’s actually a good idea! I hope he gets some,” Foley suggested.

  “Me too. I’m starving,” Catherine agreed. “And I’ve got absolutely no energy left!”

  Foley smiled. “Do you want some of mine?”

  “Some of yours?” she asked, a little hesitantly.

  He wasn’t serious, but having gone that far, he decided to go on. “Can I get a load off in you?”

  “Now?” Catherine asked softly.

  “I’ve been hard for hours. It’ll only take a minute – literally!”

  She blushed a little, glancing away, then her eyes lifted tentatively. “Is it okay if I just let you? I mean, I don’t think I’ve got the energy to do much.”

  “That’s fine. Seriously – as soon as I get it up you I’m just going to start cumming, and by the feel of this I’m going to absolutely flood you!”

  “Okay then,” Catherine uttered, peering up at him as he stood. “Should I lie back down?”

  “No – come around here,” he said, stepping behind the sofa, and she stood and followed him. “Just bend over for me,” he instructed, and she leaned over and rested on the back of the sofa.

  Foley lifted her skirt up over her back and freed his aching erection. Then he probed her with the head until it went in, then forced it all the way up her. “Oh fuck!” he gasped immediately. He pumped her a few times and drove up under her and held.

  “Yeah that’s close,” he breathed, then he pumped her a few more times and held again with the tingling sensation rising in his loins, and he pumped again and the sensation surged up his shaft and erupted with a massive burst.

  “Oh fuck! Can you feel that?” he gasped. His cock was gushing cum.

  Catherine moaned a soft response, with her hand touching his hip and holding him close.

  Foley collapsed over her back, still fully imbedded in her and still throbbing.

  “Thank you,” he breathed into her hair.

  “Just hold it in me until you finish…. I can sti
ll feel it,” she whispered, arching her head back next to his and still holding him close.

  “I’m going soft,” he said.

  “But don’t pull out yet. Just move it around inside of me. I feel so wet now.”

  “Do you want to cum again?” he asked softly, pulling back. Then he could feel his cock fold, but it easily popped back up into her.

  “No – I don’t, silly! I’m not this wet from me – It’s from you!” Catherine giggled. “And I can feel that too, but don’t think you’re going to do it again just yet.”

  Foley’s cock had flexed inside of her. It was rousing again, so he pressed up behind her and started gently rolling his pelvis. He was soon fully erect.

  “Been wanting to do this again for ages too.” He grinned, withdrawing then slowly pushing back into her.

  Catherine had her head rested upon her folded arms. She was watching over her shoulder. “I can’t believe I let you without a condom. I haven’t even let Tom.”

  “So you always make him use rubbers?”

  “Yes – but I can’t go on the pill at the moment, so it’s the easiest way.”

  “So this was a bit risky again, eh?” Foley went on, forcing himself up against her. “A chance of you falling pregnant…. That’s so hot,” he teased.

  “Hmm – only a small chance….”

  “Yeah well I like trying to get you pregnant, Catherine,” he whispered into her hair, and she arched back up beneath him, so he humped her a few times quickly.

  “So do you want to cum in me again?” she breathed, meeting his mouth.

  “Yeah I do, but I want you to let Brad fuck you next. You will won’t you?”

  “Mmm – I guess,” Catherine moaned, and Foley could feel her fingers rubbing the underside of his cock as she worked her clit. He then started fucking her firmly but slowly, and suddenly her pussy contracted around his shaft, so he held still. She was so tight, though, and he couldn’t help himself. He thrust a few more times and erupted once again, and her warm little fingers closed over his balls and held them softly as he pulsed inside of her.

  She peered back, smiling lightly through her blush.

  “Oops!” Foley grinned.

  “It felt like even more than the first time,” she said softly.

  “I don’t know. I don’t think it was, but it was another fairly big load.” He was numb and spent, and his cock slipped from her.

  “Hmm – and are you satisfied now?” she went on sweetly.

  “Yeah. For a while. But after Brad I might want another turn.”

  “And I might let you,” she teased, pushing him away and standing to fix her clothing back into place.

  Foley walked around the sofa and collapsed into it. Catherine went to her bag and folded some tissues then dabbed them up between her legs while he watched quietly. She glanced over at him and smiled. “What?” she complained.

  “Nothing! I’m just watching.”

  “Well I was starting to drip,” she explained, and she tossed the tissues at him.

  ****

  Brad returned with a tray of pizza slices, and they ate hungrily and chatted. Apparently Tom had joined an after work party with the staff and was settled in. After they’d eaten Brad went to the fridge for more beers, and Foley caught Catherine’s hand as she was stepping past and pulled her onto the sofa. She pushed at him but not seriously, and he forced her onto her back and felt up under her skirt.

  “Wait! Just let me have a sip of my wine first,” she said softly.

  He handed her the glass and waited while she drank some. Then she gave it back to him and lay down lifting her skirt up over her belly. “Just gently at first,” she said, glancing up at Brad as he approached the back of the sofa.

  “Do you want some oil?” Brad asked.

  “What sort is it?” she asked in reply.

  “It’s just baby oil.”

  She blushed a little and nodded, and Brad left and returned with a small bottle, which he handed to Foley. He also had a towel. “Just slip this underneath so we don’t make a mess of the sofa.” He smiled, and Catherine lifted herself while he spread it beneath her.

  Foley poured oil onto his fingers and felt into her, slipping in easily, and he forced two of them all the way up her and held while she rolled down against his fist, fucking herself on them.

  “Do you want to do the other as well?” she asked with a blush. “Just with one again.”

  Foley smiled and withdrew a little, just enough to position his third finger. He then inserted it into her anus and resumed working her, but he mostly allowed her to set the pace. Then after a few minutes he started thrusting into her a little. Her eyes had closed, her breathing ragged. She arched herself up off the towel and braced, and he pumped her hard and fast until she bucked, then he forced his fingers deep and held firm while the walls of her pussy contracted and throbbed.

  Both men watched her body pulse through that orgasm, and when she collapsed, Foley worked her juices into her hot sloppy folds and opened her a little to see how red she was deep inside. He held her pussy lips apart, and Brad leaned down to have a look too. He also slipped a finger into her and pulled her open a little wider.

  Catherine was watching them. She was blushing and biting down on her lip. Brad started rubbing her, and Foley sat back a bit. He lifted her leg and made her roll over. Foley moved out of his way and took a seat across the room. Catherine rested her head on the arm of the couch. Her eyes were upon her friend as Brad poured more baby oil then rubbed it around a little and forced a finger up her anus.

  Catherine’s eyes widened and she bit down on the arm of the couch.

  “Are you still okay?” Foley asked her.

  She nodded. “It hurts a little bit but I don’t mind.”

  Brad had his middle finger all the way in, and he was feeling around. Catherine looked back at him, and he smiled. Her blush deepened, and he started thrusting his finger in and out.

  “Does your boyfriend ever play with your arse?” Brad asked her. “You feel tight.”

  “He doesn’t do anything like that,” she uttered, but her eyes closed, and she squirmed back against Brad’s hand as he inserted a finger into her pussy as well. He vibrated both inside of her, and within a minute or two she was convulsing in orgasm yet again.

  Brad rubbed her sloppy, reddened gash until she settled, then he knelt in behind her and freed his cock.

  It was solid.

  “Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked her.

  “You don’t have to,” she uttered shyly, peering back over her shoulder.

  “Are you sure?”

  Catherine nodded. “It’s exciting to think about it – the chance of falling pregnant to you….” She looked to Foley as well. “I was actually late with my period after that time we went rafting”

  She laid her head down and held Foley’s eyes. Brad opened her pussy lips with the head of his cock, and her eyes widened as he rocked forward and filled her with the length of his shaft. “So you’ve risked it with other men before, eh?”

  “Uh huh…. I’ve been on the pill lately but my doctor took me off it for a while.”

  Catherine maintained eye contact with her friend as she was rhythmically jolted, and when Brad grunted and held firm her eyes intensified a little. They then closed softly, and she waited while the guy finished himself off, slowly fucking her and playing in her with his cock and feeling in her anus with his thumb.

  “There you go, baby. There’s a nice healthy load for you.”

  He pulled out, and Catherine edged around and tugged her skirt down. She bit her lip, peering at the guy. “So you don’t mind that you don’t even know me and you just came in me unprotected?”

  He grinned. “I wouldn’t mind fathering another child…. An attractive woman like you – I’d be all for it.”

  “I agree,” Foley declared forthrightly. “You’d look beautiful pregnant, Catherine.”

  Catherine smiled shyly. “Well it depends if I’m s
till ovulating. I might have just finished – I’m not sure.”

  “So when is your next period due?” Brad asked, stroking hair from Catherine’s face.

  She blushed. “About a week or so.”

  Brad nodded. “You’ll have to give me a call – let me know.”

  “Okay – I will…. And I’m still not going to let Tom, so it will be to one of you men if I do fall pregnant.”

  ****

  Foley poured more wine, and they sat around chatting and laughing. Catherine had her legs tucked up, and from behind them the guys could see her puffy little slit quite nicely. After a while the smooth opening between her pussy lips began to fill with milky fluid, though, and Brad had stopped talking and was leaning over staring at it. He touched her thigh and peeled her open a bit, and a jelly-like glob of semen oozed out.

  “Yeah – definitely proud of that effort.” He chuckled, making Catherine blush again.

  Foley stood and approached his shoulder, and Catherine peered up at her friend. “There’s a small vibrator in my purse if you men want to use something else in me,” she uttered.

  Foley opened her purse and found a five inch gold thing that was quite slim. He turned it on and smeared it through the fluid oozing from her then inserted it into her anus. He started sliding it in and out, and Catherine rolled over a little more to give him access. Brad then slipped two fingers up her pussy, and she moaned softly and laid her head down on the arm of the sofa. He then started finger fucking her hard and fast, and Foley worked the vibe in and out of her arse until she convulsed in yet another orgasm.

  Brad then freed his erection and plowed into her from behind, humping wildly until he was jammed right up her, grinding into her and ejaculating.

  “Mmm – that feels so nice,” Catherine uttered teasingly, peering back over her shoulder and biting down on her lip and smile.

  She could feel the strong jets of cum gushing into her, and as the man on her back started moving again, she could feel how wet she was from him. She loved being all gooey and slick from a man’s semen, though, and had really missed that the past few months since she and Tom had agreed to be careful.