Sharing Catherine Page 7

  "I don't but Ken knows everyone in town and he'll know where to go. What about Saturday morning though – what did Catherine say about that?"

  Len took a moment to respond. "Well, she said she wants to sort of wait in bed, and that you guys can have turns getting in with her. When Ken gets back I'm supposed to get up and go and tell you all that she's waiting or something."

  Catherine came from her bath and interrupted our little chat. She kissed her husband's cheek and brushed past me making more than necessary contact with her butt against my crotch. She settled on the sofa in front of the television and pulled a light cotton blanket over her legs. She had on a knee length nightie and a short satin gown. There was a bit of a chill to the evening.

  Ken was saying goodnight to his kids. He soon came in and claimed the end of the sofa at Catherine's feet. Len and I were in the recliners. The movie wasn't bad and we all became enthralled but I kept an eye on Ken, who had worked his hand beneath Catherine's blanket and seemed to be stroking her leg.

  It was a big room with only the light from the television so it was difficult to see what Ken was up to exactly. He seemed to be reaching a fair way under the blanket though, so I guessed he was having a feel at least. Catherine lay quietly watching the movie and didn't seem to react.

  Ken eventually went off to bed saying he was too tired to make it to the end of the movie.

  I volunteered to make coffee and used that as an excuse to change places. And Catherine sat up a bit to have her drink, but when she'd finished she wriggled down again and I ended up with her feet in my lap. I spread the blanket over my legs and slipped my hand beneath to begin massaging her toes.

  I could feel Len's eyes upon me from time to time but I didn't acknowledge him. I just watched television and absently worked my way up to Catherine's calves, gently massaging but really just stroking softly.

  I made my way to her knees and the hem of her nightie. I then started lightly stroking the back of her thighs and inching my way upward.

  The first time I touched the lips of her pussy I noticed they were tacky. It was quite obvious that Ken had already been there.

  I felt my way along her slit, edging my fingertips beneath her folds, and I was rewarded with warmth and moisture. I poked two fingertips in a little further and drew some of the hot fluid to smooth into her tacky folds. I worked the fluid in and around her little gash and then I used only my middle finger and slipped it inside of her.

  Her hips moved very slightly when I did that, and I met her husband's eyes. He nodded, just acknowledging what I was doing, then his eyes moved back to the television.

  Catherine lay still while I casually fingered her. She didn't look at me. The only movement she made was to lift her upper leg a little higher and give me easier access.

  I worked my middle finger in and out slowly from behind her legs, using the ample fluid that was seeping from her to keep her lips wet and slippery. I avoided her clit though. I think she knew and accepted that I wasn't trying to get her off – that I was merely enjoying the feel of her.

  When Len left us for a moment I asked, "Did Ken do this too?"

  "Yes he did. I think he had two or three fingers in me, but I like what you're doing better."

  "I'm just playing," I said, and she smiled.

  "I know,” she uttered. “I don’t mind."

  "God you're wet!" I whispered.

  "I know. It's just the idea of you other men touching me while my husband is right there. Ever since we got here I've been dripping."

  We chatted a little about the plans they had for their vacation before they broke down in their car and ended up staying with us. And while we spoke I continued working my middle finger in and out of Catherine's pussy, while with my other hand I massaged my cock.

  It seemed Len had gone for a shower. He was gone a good ten minutes and Catherine got up a bit to have a look in the direction he'd gone, kind of checking there was no movement up the hall. She then turned to me with a sweet little grin.

  "Do you want me to suck you off?"

  My cock was already firm. It throbbed, and the load that had been welling for the past half hour threatened to erupt right then.

  "I'm pretty close," I said to her.

  "That's okay – I’ll just finish you off then," she said sweetly, and she slipped onto her knees between my legs and freed my cock from my pyjama shorts. "But not too deep – let me take it all in my mouth so I can taste it before I swallow," she added teasingly.

  The feel of her soft little fingers and her hot mouth had me bucking in no time. And after a few dry throbs I started filling her mouth with cum. She held the head of my cock with her lips and accepted my load while looking up at me. She waited and squeezed off the last few spurts then she sat up a bit with her mouth still full.

  Her eyes were so pretty – so soft and submissive. Her lips curved into a slight smile and then she gently swallowed, but her brow furrowed and she made a face.

  "You tasted really strong," she uttered, wetting her lips and swallowing again.

  "It had been building since your little show in the car this afternoon."

  "Oh that! I'm still a bit embarrassed."

  "Why? It was great!"

  "Maybe! But in broad daylight?"

  Catherine got back up on the sofa and pulled the blanket over her legs. We could hear Len shuffling around in the bedroom and he soon came back out. We settled to watch the end of the movie.

  I kept gently caressing Catherine's leg and I gradually made my way back to her pussy. Her juices had dried and left her tacky again but working my fingertips in a bit I found her to still be quite hot and moist. I drew some of her fluids and wet her lips, and once lubricated I inserted my middle finger again.

  Her inner-walls clamped around me and she gave a bit of a wiggle, just adjusting the position of her leg and opening herself for me. I waited for her to settle then withdrew and gently worked her fluids over her clit.

  Her clit was hard and as I rubbed it she rolled a little further and presented me with full access.

  With Len frequently looking over I steadily worked my finger in and out and occasionally stopped poking her to massage her little button. Her juices were flowing nicely and I used them to lubricate the soft bridge between her pussy and her other little hole. She was staring at the television but her breathing was uneasy and her eyes were slightly glazed. I popped a slippery fingertip into her tight little anus. I'd used my middle finger for that, and as I gently inserted it deeper I slid my forefinger into her pussy, and with both fingers fully inside of her I started massaging her clit with my thumb.

  I could feel her inner-walls loosen and hot fluid was seeping from my knuckles. I worked her slowly and steadily until her walls clamped around my finger and her body tensed and then pulsed.

  Her eyes were closed at that point and her husband was watching her face. It was a subdued climax but never the less it was nice to feel her body suddenly become super sensitive. I carefully withdrew my forefinger from the grip of her pussy, and then I slowly extracted my middle finger from her and softly mashed my fingers over her hot and absolutely dripping little slit.

  She expelled a ragged breath and scissored her leg across to deny me any further contact with her pussy. "That's enough of that," she scolded playfully.

  "What did he do to you?" Len asked knowingly.

  Catherine looked to her husband but took a moment to respond. "He made me cum."

  "Yeah? How did he do that?"

  "He fingered me – that’s how!"

  "And did you like it?" Len went on, grinning playfully.

  "I liked you watching him do it to me."

  Catherine sat up with her back against the arm of the sofa and her legs straight. She reached back to fix her hair into the band that had slipped, and as she did I tugged the blanket down a bit and exposed the top of her thighs.

  Her nightie was bunched and her robe was open below her waist so I had a view of her trim little bush. Her puss
y lips were shaved but her knees were together so I couldn't see much more than a hint of pink between her thighs. I could however see that her inner thighs were wet from where I'd smeared her juices.

  Len stood and moved behind her to give an affectionate rub of her shoulders. She smiled back up at him. "Ken fingered me too, did you notice?"

  "Yeah, I though that's what he was up to," Len answered, stroking hair from her forehead and kissing her. "That'll teach you for getting around the house with no panties on."

  "Teaches me that it's a good idea," Catherine teased.

  "Coming to bed would be a good idea," Len tried, suggestively.

  "Okay. I won't be long," Catherine answered sweetly and Len gave her another little kiss and left us.

  She watched him walk from the room, and when he'd gone she turned and gave me a little smile. "That was nice," she started, blushing lightly.

  I nodded, acknowledging her warmth, and I gently cupped her tit through her nightie. She arched her back, presenting her chest forward and encouraging me. I brushed over that nipple with my thumb and then moved to feel her other tit as well.

  "Do you like them?" she asked softly, and I grinned and she blushed. "Do you want to feel them while I suck you off again?"

  I grinned. "Again?"

  She moved over next to me and folded the blanket back from my lap. My cock had been erect and poking through my pyjama shorts for a while. Her soft little hand felt cool as she closed her fingers around it. She leaned across my lap and peered back up at me. "You can feel me underneath my nightie if you want."

  I worked my hand beneath and closed it over a bare tit as she lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Immediately there was a surge of ecstasy from my entire body that centred in my balls to form the beginning of another load of sperm. Catherine's soft little hand cupped my balls and the load welled and threatened to erupt right then.

  The feeling subsided though and I settled to have a good feel of her tits while her pretty head bobbed in my lap. She kept her arm out of my way and I tugged her nightie right up so that her tits were wobbling against my hand with her tight little nipples brushing my fingers. Her tongue was swirling around the underside of my cock head though, and it wasn't long before my load began to surge up my shaft.

  With the first spurt of cum Catherine stopped still and just held the head of my cock. Her fingernails dug into my thigh as another heavy spurt gushed into her mouth. She then released me from her mouth and allowed the next few spurts to gush up over her face before taking the head back in and sucking out the last of my semen, then she released me, and with my spent cock flat upon my stomach she kissed along the underside down to my balls.

  I felt her hot, wet lips open over one and she gently sucked on it. She moaned softly again as she moved to the other and caressed it with her lips. Her wet little fingers had taken hold of my shaft and her thumb was pressing beneath the underside of the head sending warm shivers through my spine. She kissed her way back up to the head and squeezed another glob of cum, and she wiped it on her cheek.

  I stroked hair from her face and she smiled lightly up at me, teasing me by parting her lips to show that she still had my cum in her mouth. Then she kissed the tip of my cock and swallowed. She got up onto her knees and fixed her nightie down. She then softly rubbed my semen into her face, smoothing it over her cheeks and up over her eyes and into her forehead.

  She smiled teasingly and collected a little glob that had oozed from me and she rubbed it into her lips. "I have to go to bed now," she said, blushing.

  ****

  The next morning we were all dragged off to the carnival that was passing through town. The kids had been looking forward to it opening all week and had extracted promises from each of us to go on rides with them. It was actually a fun morning and at noon there was a small circus that was better than expected too.

  We were home by mid-afternoon and another three children turned up from the neighbouring property. They claimed the pool and the afternoon turned into a kids party with the two fathers involved strolling up from old Gus' cottage at some stage. Apparently the mothers of the children were off somewhere on a ladies day out.

  The children, being early teens, needed no supervision, so we adults were left to entertain ourselves with only the occasional interruption to settle a dispute or whatever. We had set up on the front veranda chatting over a few drinks in the warm afternoon sun.

  George and Vince were the two neighbours. Both were around Uncle Ken's age – late forties. George was a heavily built guy with tufts of greying hair over his ears and Vince was lighter but more athletic in build. They were both keen fishermen, as was Ken, so the conversation centred around their exploits over the year since their last visit.

  Gus was a land loving horseman, and I had no idea what they were talking about half the time. Len came from inside the house and a little later Catherine emerged, shyly taking greetings, and dressed in a colourful little house frock that I hadn't seen before. She had worn jeans to the carnival and looked good in those. And her dress was appropriately conservative, falling just above her knees and offering only a hint of cleavage where it opened away from thin shoulder straps.

  She looked very pretty.

  "So how did you guys get on with that experiment you were telling me about last year?" Ken asked. He seemed to be changing the subject deliberately.

  "Experiment?" George questioned.

  Vince nudged his friend and winked. "The experiment!" he repeated meaningfully.

  "Oh that!" George grinned. "Err – it's going well."

  "Going well? So it's still going is it?" Ken asked with interest.

  "You could say that. Or you could say the parameters have been expanded, to be more precise."

  "What experiment?" I had to ask, but they all just chuckled and shrugged to each other.

  "The lady and her husband might be offended," Vince suggested. His statement was more of a question though.

  "We're fairly broadminded," Len replied confidently.

  "Wife swapping," Gus announced plainly. "But tell them about the expanded parameters."

  "Actually, the girls call it husband swapping," George laughed. "It was their idea after all. And yes it went well and we were doing it quite regularly, but about six months ago we met up with another couple who were looking for partners in an interesting investment opportunity."

  Ken had opened a bottle of bubbly and poured a glass for Catherine. There were a range of seats – a few old leather lounge chairs that suited George and Gus, a bench where I was sitting with Len, a few rickety fold up things that Ken and Vince occupied, and a sun lounger that had a few pot plants sitting on it.

  Len moved the plants for his wife and Ken shook off a blanket to lay over the seat, which was a bit dusty. He held the glass of bubbly while Catherine arranged the blanket. And George shut up for a minute to watch her, as we all did.

  She had bent to straighten the edges of the blanket and the loosely fitted dress she was wearing gaped completely clear of her nipples. Smoothing the lumps in the blanket caused her tits to wobble a bit too and her cheeks flushed as she glanced up at us.

  "How do I lift the back up?" she asked Ken, and he showed her the little catch that need to be lifted.

  "Do you want some help there?" Vince offered. The chair had been laid back since I could remember and it appeared the catch had rusted and seized.

  Vince gave it a firm jerk and it released, and Catherine bent down again to lift the back of the chair. She was blushing wildly but once she had the back rest upright she took another moment to dust it off with an old towel that was hanging over the rail of the veranda.

  Len was looking around at us and he acknowledged the fact that George and Vince were staring at his wife's breasts.

  George nodded his appreciation and cleared his throat. "Where was I? Oh yes – an investment opportunity!"

  "Which is what – a brothel or something?" Ken asked.

 
"No. A health club," Vince laughed. "A place for adventurous people to relax and – shall we say – meet other adventurous people."

  "For couples?" Ken went on curiously.

  "And singles. A group of single men have to be accompanied by a woman though. The ratio usually works out about 5 to 1 so the girls tend to be very popular."

  "And what happens?" Len asked evenly. "Are the girls hookers or something?"

  "It's a social club so no money changes hands. The girls are mostly married and their husbands take them there for sex with other men. We get clientele from all over – very few locals."

  "So single guys can go but within the group there has to be a female?" Ken asked, as if he was taking notes.

  George smiled. "Admission is free for couples. A couple can bring other single men but single men are up for three hundred admission, and the drinks are way overpriced…. You guys can come with Sue and I if you want to check it out. But Sue likes to go as a normal guest so we've remained silent partners, which means no discount."

  "What about the women? Do they have to have sex with just anyone?" Catherine asked. She'd settled on the lounger with her knees together but bent up a bit. And with her dress falling away from beneath her legs we could see a tiny strip of red lace between her thighs.

  "The girls don't have to do anything they don't want to do," Vince explained. "The unwritten law is if a girl accepts a drink, the guy who bought it would be entitled to something in return. And there are rooms upstairs for that sort of thing. Or there's a theatre with mood movies where some of the girls like to get friendly for free."

  "Mood movies?" Gus laughed.

  "Yeah – porno's!" Vince confessed. "Mood movies for the discerning."

  "It sounds like the same place," Len said privately to Catherine.

  "What – you've heard of us?" George asked.

  "Yeah, maybe! A friend of ours told us about a setup like that. It's kind of why I wanted to come here."

  "Oh, okay! So you guys swing then?" George went on with interest. His question was directed more towards Catherine.