Sweet Catherine 2

Len stood looking at his wife braced back against the front door. Her breathing was ragged and her tits were bare and shuddering. The cum the neighbor had shot all over her face was dripping from her chin and he watched her scoop some of it with her fingers and suck them into her mouth. He had spent two hours staring out the window while she had been with the neighbor. He’d spent two hours staring at the gap in the trees where the light shone from the old widower’s front door. What had started as a playful game of teasing and flashing a week earlier had escalated to the point he’d sent his young wife for after dinner drinks with the express purpose of inviting the older man to touch her. He stepped forward and felt under the front of the little dress she had clutched at her waist. He felt how wet and open she was and knew immediately that she had been fucked.

Len freed his aching erection and shoved it up her. She whimpered. He fucked her hard there against the door and unloaded inside of her. He then carried her upstairs, showered her, and took her to bed. 

He nursed her to sleep with his mind easing over the cold realization that another man had been between her legs. She was laying on her back with her pretty head resting in the crook of his arm. He’d been stroking her hair and he smoothed over her breast and gently placed his hand upon her belly. He slipped his hand beneath the front of her nightie and felt her warm skin. He wondered whether the older man had cum in her, whether another man’s seed was inside of her. The cold realization that she’d been serviced was suddenly white hot and he wondered if he could get her to spread her legs for some of the guys from work. He sat up and looked at her pussy. In the dim moonlight it looked puffy. He kissed the tiny thatch of hair above her clit and she moaned softly. He thought of her on her knees with some guys cock in her mouth as he moved her leg aside and licked her slit.

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Next morning was Saturday and Catherine woke to find her husband smiling down at her with her fruit salad and coffee on a tray. She sat up, pinning the sheet beneath her arms, and thanked him. “What are you grinning about?” she had to ask.

“I don’t know – nothing special.”

He took his own coffee and settled on the end of the bed to watch her eat.

The fruit salad was good and Catherine was hungry. She ate while tugging her sheet back into place when necessary and occasionally glancing up at her husband. He sat there grinning like the wind had changed and magically set his face in stone. “What?” she finally implored of him.

“I can’t believe what happened last night… I can’t believe we did that.”

Catherine felt the heat rise in her cheeks but she also felt a warm little tingle at her husband’s reference to it being something they did together. “I can’t believe it either…” she offered softly. “It wasn’t supposed to go that far.”

“Yeah I know. But I wasn’t surprised. When I was waiting for you to come home I knew he was… umm… you know – fucking you. I just knew it.”

“It wasn’t like he took me to bed or anything,” Catherine went on softly. She couldn’t find her voice. “He didn’t make love to me. It was just sex.”

“I know sweetheart. And I don’t blame him for it either. It was my idea to make you flash for him and I sent you over there in the first place… And anyway – I’m feeling good about it. How about you?”

“Me? Well I feel… extremely well laid.”

“Oh! Better than me was he?” Len was chuckling.

“No… I don’t mean that… I mean he was huge! Oh my God – you should have seen the size of it!”

“No, I’ll pass on the voyeur stuff thanks sweetheart. Just knowing you were with him was intense enough.”

“He took photos,” Catherine declared aloud, as thought of posing for the neighbor suddenly flashed to mind. “He said he’s going to show them to the other men around here. He says he knows all of them and that they’ve been talking about me since we moved in.”

Len sipped his coffee. He held Catherine’s gaze, still smiling lightly, although she recognized the pondering look in his eyes. He measured his next question. “Would you like me to tell him not to show them around? I’m guessing they were pretty raunchy…” 

“Yes they were. He made me spread my legs for some of them.”

Len pondered another moment while toying with Catherine’s toes. He seemed as if he was about to speak several times before he finally did. “I wouldn’t mind if he showed them around a bit…” Then his smile returned and his eyes flashed as he added, “Might even ask him to send a copy to that young real estate guy who sold us the house. He’s calling in today.”

“Today? I thought that was Monday. I’ll have to tidy up. What time is he coming?”

“He called when I was getting breakfast. He said he’d be here before lunch but he’s only dropping off some paperwork. We don’t have to invite him in.”

“It would be rude not to invite him inside. I’ll just tidy up the lounge and kitchen. What did you do with my nightie?”

“What do you want that for?” Len was chuckling. He’d stripped her nightie and tossed it somewhere during the night. It was probably tangled up in the bedspread which was in a bundle on the floor.

Catherine gave him her breakfast tray and got up with the sheet serving as protection for the sudden burst of modesty she was feeling. “You have to wait with everyone else,” she teased as she slipped past him and hurried for the bathroom.

Len took the tray down to the kitchen and collected his morning paper. He took it out onto the back deck in the sun. He’d been sitting for only a few minutes when the neighbor, old Karl Logan, started up his lawn mower. As soon as Karl came into view he looked over and Len acknowledged him with a subdued wave. It was subdued by the fact that there was a knot in his stomach and his heart was pounding. The older man seemed at ease, and after a while he stopped his mower and started chatting over his back fence with a big guy with a shaved head and a goatee. That guy immediately looked over and as they chatted he kept glancing across. Len had no doubt they were talking about his wife and he thought about strolling down to the fence to say hello but Karl suddenly went back to mowing and the big guy returned to his garage.

Len thumbed his newspaper but he couldn’t get past the thought that the guy pushing that mower had fucked his wife. In his mind he could see her bent over the guy’s sofa with him riding her. He could see Catherine wriggling back against him. He could see him groping her tits and humping her. He suddenly thought of her panties. She had worn panties when she went over but she had none when she came home. Where were they? Did Karl have them under his pillow, or did he have them pinned up on a trophy wall or something? No, that’s ridiculous, Len argued with himself. He knew the old guy was a widower and hadn’t been with a woman in years. Catherine’s panties were probably lost between the cushions on his sofa or something, Len decided, and he turned to the sport section but he couldn’t get into that either.

He went back inside and switched on the tv. Catherine breezed down the stairs shortly after. She had on a pretty little floral dress that Len had seen a thousand times but suddenly he noticed how the hem was barely two inches below her crotch and that in the sunlight he could see right through it. He could clearly see the silhouette of her pussy and when she bent to plug in the vacuum cleaner he saw her lacy red panties. “Are they for the real estate guy?” he asked but she only blushed in reply and went about vacuuming the floor.

The real estate guy arrived intent on business and it seemed he was in a hurry. Len invited him into the lounge and Catherine approached plucking at her dress. Her face was bright red as she bent over to straighten some magazines and make a place for the guy to lay his paperwork out on the coffee table. Her little dress gaped and revealed her bare tits. Len could see clearly through to her panties. He excused himself to get the insurance papers.

“You’ve done a wonderful job with it,” the guy was saying and Catherine thanked him and stayed chatting about her choice of curtains and the like. Len watched from the kitchen as the guy absently sorted his papers and looked his wife over. She stood fiddling with her hem and smiling down at him. “Do you have enough room there…” she said nervously and she bent again and gathered the magazines.

Len saw the guy’s head deliberately lift that time, and Catherine bent further and straightened things on the shelf below the table to make room for the magazines. Her nipples were firm and her tits swayed nicely. Her dress hung well clear of them but she soon stood again, blushing. “Would you like a coffee or a lemonade?” she asked sweetly.

Len caught his wife as she passed and he stole a kiss and a bit of a feel but she wriggled away and went to make coffee. When she brought it in she offered the young guy another look at her tits and Len met his glance with shrug and a nod. Catherine then went about her cleaning. She did some dusting and Len and his guest got a few flashes of red lace when she reached up to straighten the curtains and again when she was bent over dusting around the tv. 

When the guy left Len cornered his wife and managed to get fingers into her but as wet as she was she still wriggled away, protesting that she was sore from last night.

Catherine hurried upstairs and locked herself in the bathroom. She slipped her hand down her panties and felt into the heat that was oozing from her pussy. My God, what am I doing? She pleaded with herself. She arched her middle finger and focused on her clit, rubbing and vibrating a mild orgasm from her aching belly. She was sore but it was not from her husband - it was deeper than that. It was a kind of dull ache from being penetrated to a depth she hadn’t imagined possible by the old neighbor. But was it an ache from bruising or from wanting? She asked herself that question in the mirror then splashed her face to cool off a bit before returning to her husband.

From the top of the stairs she heard the low laugh of Karl Logan. It caused her to stop and tremble. “These are for Catherine. I hope you don’t mind,” he said.

“No, come in. She’s upstairs.”

“I wasn’t sure whether you would want to punch me or not so I thought I’d come over and take my medicine.”

“No. Nothing like that.” Len’s voice was a little strained but Catherine thought he sounded more surprised than anything else. “I’m glad you stopped by – getting things out in the open is best…”

“Is she ok… are you ok?” Karl’s voice was easier but not as natural as Catherine remembered it. “It was what you guys wanted wasn’t it?”

“Sit down… We didn’t really know what we wanted. Things just took their course I guess. But we’re ok with it.”

Catherine was pressed to the wall. She could see Karl’s knees and between them he loosely held a bunch of flowers. He cleared his throat and expelled a deep breath. “Well for what it’s worth, I’m incredibly grateful. It had been three years since my wife and I’d forgotten what it felt like to be with a woman. And fuck she was something! You’re a lucky man my friend.”

“Thanks. She’s something all right… I’ve got a feeling this has only just begun too… I’ve got a feeling you might get lucky if you wanted to try to fuck her again sometime.”

Catherine was on fire. She edged back from the top of the stairs and fell on her bed. She could still hear their muffled voices but couldn’t hear what they were saying. She clutched a pillow over her head and soon found her hand drifting back down her panties. She laid there playing with herself until their voices seemed to ebb away into the kitchen and then half an hour later she heard the front door close.