Sharing Catherine Page 8

  "We don't really swing, as such," she answered bravely, though there was a slight weakness in her voice. "We haven't talked about being with other couples – it's more just letting other men have sex with me…. But I had no idea why my husband wanted to come here!” she declared, glaring at him playfully.

  Catherine was blushing but George was quick to ease the tension for her.

  "Well, that's right! That's exactly what our club is about. You'd be surprised how many couples there are who are after exactly that experience…. I mean – why not? We men all like to watch, and if our wives or girlfriends like the thought of being lusted after and ultimately pleasured – well, I'm in!"

  "So how did you end up here, Len?" Vince asked. "I get why you would come to town. I think most of the tourists are here for the clubs these days. But how did you get tied up with this lot of no hopers?" he went on lightly.

  "We broke down on the road out the front. And after that – I don't know, we just stayed on."

  "Must get interesting after the kids go to bed?" George suggested, meeting Catherine's embarrassed smile.

  "Not very!" she answered flatly. "Maybe after they go home tomorrow," she added suggestively though, and we all gave a little cheer.

  George leaned over a bit to have a look up under her legs. She watched him. She was plucking at the blanket she was sitting on. She looked to her husband and then back around at Vince and Ken, whose eyes had followed George's. They were thong panties she was wearing so the strip of lacy fabric was quite narrow. It barely covered the lips of her pussy.

  "More bubbly?" Ken asked, and that seemed to break the trance the other two had slipped into.

  ****

  We chatted and drank through to dinner time when the children were fed and set up in front of the television. Ken and Vince did the cooking and prepared finger food for our little party on the front veranda. Things had gotten merry with us men knocking over the beers and Catherine was fairly giggly after a few glasses of bubbly.

  She'd decided to help prepare the food and came from the kitchen with a wash cloth to clean the small table that we'd set up. We lifted our beers and she looked around at each of us with a half daring little grin, then she bent down to begin cleaning.

  Her dress gaped well clear of her tits. They were completely exposed, and that time she was directly in front of us and only a few feet away.

  "Very nice," George said, and Catherine glanced up at him but averted her eyes quickly.

  "They're not bad are they?" Len said, and she looked to her husband, who was sitting to the side.

  "Beautiful, in fact," Vince offered. He was standing behind George with a platter of food in his hands.

  Catherine smiled up at him and also met George's gaze more directly. She was slowly working at the grimy marks on the old outdoor table. She was working the cloth in circles and her tits were swaying gently. "I thought you men might like it if I wore this dress. I usually wear a bra with it but thought you'd prefer me like this."

  "Do you ever let men fuck your tits?" George asked.

  Catherine took a moment to respond. "I wouldn't mind," she uttered softly.

  George leaned forward and reached in beneath her to feel one of them. He cupped it gently, taking the weight and giving a little squeeze. "Do you want to stand up and lower your dress so we can have a proper look?" he said to her.

  Catherine blushed. She didn't respond immediately. She just remained bent over the table while George felt her other tit and gave that nipple a little tweak. She then looked to her husband. His gaze was transfixed and his mouth hung open.

  George released her and sat back. She stood and brushed her dress down nervously. Her eyes were averted. Her hands then lifted shakily to her shoulders and she slipped the straps, catching the front of her dress with one arm folded across her chest. Her eyes turned upon us but they were glazed and out of focus, and she lowered her arm and her dress fell away and revealed her tits.

  "Yeah – look at that," Vince groaned. "So fucking beautiful!"

  Catherine released the breath she was holding and her tit's jiggled. Her eyes had come to life and she peered around at us all. Gus reached over from beside where she was standing and felt a nipple. Her eyes lowered to his hand.

  His gnarled old fingers gently squeezed the firm little bud and then his hand moved beneath and he started slowly massaging her tit. He lifted from his seat and attempted to suck the nipple but Catherine giggled and pushed him away.

  "You have to wait, Gus!" she scolded playfully.

  We all laughed and that seemed to end the moment because Catherine quickly fixed her dress.

  Ken had been standing in the doorway, watching, and watching for any nosey children. He came out with another tray of food and we all settled to eating while the fishing conversation resumed.

  George and Vince had extracted a commitment from us to try their club, and soon after we'd eaten they packed their kids off home.

  I walked old Gus down to his cottage to look over some photos of the farm that he'd been telling me about. They were from when he first arrived with his parents some fifty years earlier. His father had been the foreman of what was then a sprawling cattle ranch.

  Leaving old Gus after about two hours of his storytelling, I strolled back up to the house where all was quiet and dark. I showered and slipped into bed but as I was about to turn the light off there was a slight knock at my door and Catherine poked her head in smiling sheepishly.

  "Do you want some hot chocolate?" she asked, edging through the doorway with two steaming mugs and then backing against it to close it behind her.

  "I guess I do."

  She blushed a little. "Everyone's asleep and I'm not even tired."

  She had on the negligee I'd seen in the bag from the toy shop. It was light pink satin, cut deep between her breasts and holding to her shoulders upon the tiniest strings. Her nipples were sharp points in the shiny fabric that smoothed over her belly and ended maybe an inch below her pussy. She watched me watching her as she placed my mug on the bedside table, then she edged her way onto the end of the bed.

  "Why can't you sleep – is everything okay?"

  "I think I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow."

  "Are you having second thoughts? It's okay if you are."

  "No – not second thoughts. Just one long one."

  "A long good one or a long bad one?"

  She smiled. "A good one."

  "What about Len?"

  "Len? He's fine. He just had his way with me and rolled over and went to sleep is all."

  "He fucked you?" I grinned.

  "Yes he fucked me. Again!"

  Catherine edged a little further up onto the bed, tucking her legs to one side. I had a view of her pussy at that. At least I could see her tiny strip of hair in the shadowy little triangle between her thighs.

  She continued. "I'm not too sure about that club we're going to tomorrow night though. Len's all excited about it but I don't know how I'll feel if some guy picks me out."

  "He'll probably be a fat old fisherman too," I surmised, pretending serious concern.

  She thumped my shin through the blanket and hurt her hand and nearly spilled her drink. And when she'd steadied her mug her knees had inadvertently parted enough that I could see the open pink lips of her pussy. She was shaking her hand and glaring playfully at me.

  I deliberately looked down at her pussy and then slowly lifted to meet her eyes again. "So Len said we're allowed to have turns on you tomorrow morning."

  She lowered her head, blushing a little. Then she looked up at me again but said nothing.

  I went on casually. "I was down at old Gus' cottage just now. Do you know what he's got?"

  She looked at me curiously. "I don't know. What's old Gus got?"

  "Viagra."

  Her face lit up but she bit down on the smile that was threatening to break out. She then finished the last of her drink, in an effort to distract herself it seemed, and she crawled up the be
d to put her mug on the bedside table.

  Her pretty hair breezed past my face and her perfume filled my senses. Her nightie had fallen away from her chest and I caught another glimpse of her soft white tits. She quickly slipped back to the end of the bed though, and she rested back upon her hands with her knees straying a little further apart than they had been before.

  I felt her eyes upon me as I looked down her body. "Did Len use the dildo on you?" I asked, glancing up.

  She nodded. She was blushing and biting her lip. "He likes that now."

  "Your pussy looks nice and rosy, and sort of open still."

  Catherine waited while I had another long look at her. "It's because the base is so thick. And when he had it all the way in me it was stretching me so much."

  She waited again while I had yet another long look at her split open little gash. She remained resting back on her hands and I thought I noticed her hips roll a bit, lifting her pubic bone and spreading her lips a little further.

  "I hope you don't mind using condoms tomorrow," she then started. "I'd really like you all to cum in me but I'm worried that I might fall pregnant."

  "It'll be less messy," I smiled. "No sloppy seconds!"

  "I know. But I like that bit."

  "What, when your pussy's all sloppy?" I asked, and I deliberately looked down at her again.

  "I like it if it's from a man's cum,” she said softly. “And I like watching him after –maybe just sitting across a table or something, and knowing that his cum is inside of me."

  I could feel her eyes upon my face and I glanced up to meet them, then deliberately looked back down at her pussy.

  "Do you like my new nightie?" she asked sweetly.

  "Yeah I like it. I like how short it is!"

  She smiled shyly and blushed a little deeper. "Do you want to cum in my mouth before I go?"

  "Can I?" I grinned.

  She nodded, and she crawled up the bed a bit. My cock had been hard since she walked in the room and my balls ached from earlier in the day when she was showing herself to the neighbours. She got down on her elbows and softly kissed my balls. She continued that for a moment, nibbling and licking them, then she kissed her way up my shaft.

  "Not too deep again okay?” she uttered “I want to taste it."

  She then kissed the head and opened her lips over it, sucking it in. I gathered her hair aside and she turned her head a little, allowing me to watch her lips sliding up and down my shaft. Her eyes remained closed but when I began to thrust she stopped bobbing her head and peered up at me. And with the first jet of cum her eyes widened slightly and she maintained eye contact while I pumped my load into her mouth.

  It was a massive load. My cock throbbed and throbbed and her soft little fingers cupped my balls as if to squeeze more of the fluid from me. I could feel her tongue lashing the underside of my cock head and I could feel my hot cum swishing around it.

  She gave me a little smile with my cock still in her mouth and I smoothed her pretty hair aside again. She released my cock and her eyes sort of watered a bit as she swallowed.

  "Did you like that?" she uttered softly and she sucked the swollen head of my cock back into her mouth. "Do you like sending me to bed with the taste of your sperm in my mouth?" She was holding my cock aside and kissing my balls again.

  "God it makes me wet when you look at me like that," she said.

  "Let me fuck your pussy and I'll pull out and pump another load in your mouth."

  She swallowed my cock again and started sucking it hard. I was already firm again, but numb, and a long way from another load. She worked me, moaning over my shaft in a complete state of lust.

  I lifted her head and forced her over onto her back. She writhed up against me and I fed my cock into her absolutely dripping little gash.

  I started pounding her. I pinned her wrists above her head and pumped her hard and fast until her body convulsed in orgasm.

  I rode her through it, thrusting firmly and steadily. She eventually collapsed beneath me and her eyes opened. "Don't cum in me," she uttered softly.

  "I won't. Just lie still and let me use you until I'm ready, okay?"

  I was propped on my elbows and holding the top of her head. I started humping her with my hips. And she did lie still. She lay with her legs spread wide and her hot little gash completely available to me.

  "I'm getting close now," I breathed into her ear, and I lifted from her body but kept working her with my hips, fucking her with short powerful thrusts. She was watching my face and I was watching my cock sliding in and out of her. My load was welling and on the verge but I controlled it with my rhythm, building it and building it until it reached the point that one more thrust into her would be too much. Then I pulled out with my cock flexing and my balls ready to burst. And she knew, and as I surged up over her she smiled.

  “Cum on my face,” she uttered, blushing and squeezing her eyes shut.

  The first jet of cum hit her forehead and gushed up into her hair. I had my dick pointed directly at her face with my load slurping across her nose and closed mouth. I then pressed against her cheek and another thick spurt soaked into her hair above her ear before I started rubbing the head of my still gushing cock around and smearing my semen all over her pretty face.

  I was playing around, slapping my soft dick against her lips when she smiled at me. And as her lips parted I rubbed some cum into them as well.

  There was a strand across her eye and she carefully wiped it away but she left the rest of my deposit in place as she sat up and checked in the mirror. The slurp in her hair had dripped down and was hanging so she smoothed that back over her ear.

  She smiled at me watching her in the mirror. “Did you like doing that to me?” she uttered through her blush. “Sending me back to him like this?”

  I moved behind and kissed her shoulder. “You’re not going to wash?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  Then she got up and blew me a kiss over her shoulder as she was leaving.

  “You can do this to me in the daytime after the kids go home if you want,” she said through a deepening blush, and she vanished from sight before I could reply.

  ****

  Next morning I found Ken and Gus out on the front veranda. Ken had been to the bus stop and dropped off his kids. There had been no sign yet of Len or Catherine. I sat and had my coffee, and as I was about to go to my shower Len strolled out and sat down with us. He was fully dressed and had obviously just come from a shower himself. He looked pretty pleased with himself.

  "She's all yours," he grinned. "She said just one at a time though."

  "Is she still in bed?" Gus asked, kind of nervously.

  Len nodded. "So who's first?"

  Ken and Gus looked at me. They had obviously discussed it already. "That's fine. I need a shower first," I said.

  "Looks like you're up old buddy," Ken smiled, slapping Gus on the back.

  Gus stood and took a deep breath. He checked with Len and Len motioned to the door. "Don't keep her waiting. She's already nervous enough."

  I walked inside behind the old guy and he glanced back as he turned to go towards Catherine's room. He was wringing his hands and he took another deep breath. He looked like a boy on his first date. He nodded as if to say 'here goes!' and disappeared up the hallway.

  About five minutes later I was walking past the bedroom on my way to my shower and beyond the closed door I could hear the bed thumping against the wall. After I'd showered and shaved and taken my time with that, I strolled past again and heard low laughter that sounded like Catherine and Ken.

  I found Len still sitting on the veranda. Gus had apparently gone to get started on his chores for the day.

  "You don't mind us fucking her behind closed doors then?" I asked.

  "No, I don't mind. It was her idea. She said she wanted to do it like this at first, so I guess it's okay. But I'm really looking forward to taking her to this club that they were talking about last night." />
  "I think they're hoping for a turn on her themselves," I suggested.

  "That'd be fine as far as I'm concerned," Len said evenly. "I'd like her to be fucked by as many guys as possible to be honest. And I think she's willing."

  I fumbled with my next question, not quite knowing how to put it. "So what's it like? You know – having other men humping your wife and having her suck their cocks and that?"

  "I don't know – it's pretty exciting! I guess it's just that things get a bit day to day after a few years of marriage, and then to step out of that world and into one where your lady is willing to – shall we say, experiment. Well, since in real life she's my sweet conservative wife, it's just fucking awesome!"

  "She said you're talking about having other guys do her at home as well?"

  Len chuckled to himself. "Yeah – talking about it. But realistically I know we're going to walk into the house and turn back into ourselves. Which is why I want to get as much in as possible right now." He paused in thought for a moment and I waited for him to continue. He tossed the twig he was fiddling with and obviously laboured to get out what he wanted to say next. "I do have one idea though. Well not so much an idea as a thought."

  "Which is?" I asked curiously.

  "Which is that if Catherine were to accidentally fall pregnant to one of you guys I don't think I'd regret it. And I don’t think she would either!"

  "We're all going to use condoms though," I suggested, immediately feeling a bit guilty about fucking her without one.

  Len took another moment before going on. "Knowing that she’s due to ovulate, would you fuck her without one if we said you could?"

  "Would I? Of course I would! As would Ken and Gus and every guy in town if they had a chance. But she'd have to want it."

  "I know. Don't get me wrong. When you're in with her shortly you have to use one. It's just that she was saying this morning that she wishes it wasn't necessary, and I was just sitting here thinking about it."

  Ken strolled out and interrupted. He gave me a wink and motioned back over his shoulder. "You're up, son."

  Catherine's door was ajar and I poked my head in to find her smiling at me. She was lying on her back with a sheet covering her body. Through it I could see she was completely naked. Her nipples were firm and with her legs slightly apart the thin fabric followed the contour of her thighs and her pussy. I said nothing and she watched in silence while I undressed.