Sweet Catherine Really Likes Men (Unprotected Book 4)

by Matt Coolomon

  Sweet Catherine

  Really Likes Men

  UNPROTECTED

  COOLOMON

  Adults Only

  High level erotic content

  Copyright © 2012 Matt Coolomon

  All rights reserved. No part of this eBook may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form, without the written consent of the copyright holder.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.

  WEEKEND BY THE LAKE

  "Well what does it matter if they turn up at the same hotel, sweetheart? It's not even definite, and at worst it would be one evening over dinner."

  "But you promised," Catherine sulks. "You said it would be just us and you weren't even going to carry a phone."

  "But it will be just the two of us," Ashton consoles genuinely. He has no intention of allowing work to intrude on their first weekend away in ages, but there is just this one client he couldn't entirely put off. It’s the only loose end he hasn't been able to tidy up, and it’s huge in terms of ongoing business for the film making company he’s building.

  "I promise I won't carry my phone, darling. And if they do show up – and I really don't think they will – then it won't even be dinner. I'll see them for after dinner drinks and get rid of them in the time it takes you to soak in your bath."

  Catherine picks up her husband’s phone. She shows him the screen and gives him a look. It’s on and in full service.

  "So turn it off," he implores. "It hasn't rung since we left home this morning, has it?"

  She turns it off and puts it down, smiling sweetly. "You know I'm going to make it worth your while, don't you?"

  Ashton glances from the road with an eyebrow lifting. "Worth my while, eh?"

  She blushes a little. "Uh huh."

  Catherine slaps at her husband's hand as he tries to feel her leg. "Hey look, there's a rest stop," she says. Ashton had mentioned finding a gas station with a toilet.

  There are two other cars parked – both empty. The toilet is a small brick building. Ashton walks down the pathway, and as he enters the men's room, he immediately recognises the sound of a blowjob in progress. There are two cubicles. One has a closed door and the other has a fat man pressed against the wall with his cock quite obviously poking through a hole. He turns to look at Ashton but is about to cum and does so while Ashton stands there watching in amazement.

  Ashton uses the urinal and quickly washes his hands. The fat guy then leaves the toilet, and a thin, pasty-skinned guy of about fifty emerges from the other cubicle. When he sees Ashton he pauses and waits by the open door. Ashton hurries back up the path to where Catherine is waiting by the car.

  "Do you want me to drive for a while?" she asks.

  “Yeah let's go," Ashton replies, getting in and watching for the guy to come from the toilet. He still can't believe what he has just seen.

  "I hope there's a roadhouse or something soon," Catherine says as she backs out the car. "I'm starting to get hungry. Are you?"

  “Yeah I could eat. Except I just saw something that turned my stomach a bit."

  "What? Back there?"

  "Yeah. That fat guy who came from the toilet had just received a blowjob from another man."

  "Really?"

  "Yes – really! There was a glory hole in the wall, and he got sucked off through it by the guy who must have been from that other car. I think he would have done me too if I wanted it."

  Catherine laughs. “Oh shit! And did you?"

  "Did I what?"

  "Did you want it?"

  "Hell, no!"

  “But you watched them?" Catherine presses with interest.

  "No I didn't watch them! I walked in right when the guy was blowing his load. Then I used the toilet and walked out."

  “Oh my God," Catherine goes on in amusement. "You hear about things like that, but I didn't think it actually happened."

  "Yeah well I've seen a few glory holes before, but that's a first for seeing one being used." Ashton pauses in thought for a moment before adding. "You know, it reminds me of some of the hot things we've done."

  "It reminds you of them?" Catherine questions cautiously.

  "Yeah it just reminds me – in a good way."

  "What do you mean, in a good way?"

  "Well just that it reminded me of how hot you used to be when we fooled around," Ashton says, feeling his wife's bare thigh again. She has on a thin summer dress, quite short.

  "What do you mean, how hot I USED to be? Aren't I hot anymore?"

  “Yes you're hot! Of course you are, sweetheart. I mean – don't you ever think about what we used to do and get turned on by it?"

  Catherine takes a moment to respond. She’s blushing as she speaks. “Yes I get turned on by it, but you said we're not doing anything like that anymore."

  "Well I'm not suggesting we should," Ashton assures warmly. "It's just that some of the things we did were every bit as crazy as those guys with their glory hole…. I mean, if that had been a woman on the other side of the wall it would have been hot."

  Catherine drives along in silence for another long moment before speaking again. "I still think about that guy Norman a lot."

  "Really?" Ashton asks in reply, gulping.

  “Yes I can still feel him inside me sometimes."

  Ashton shifts in his seat to make room for his cock expanding in his pants. "How do you mean, you can still feel him?"

  "I don't know. I think it’s because it was my first time with anal sex, and sometimes I just close my eyes and remember how it felt." After another long moment Catherine adds, "Plus it was different being stretched a little bit back there and having him open me like that so often. And the way he used to leave me sort of numb and really slippery from his gooey stuff – I still remember that."

  “Remember it how? Good or bad?”

  “I don’t know – it was sort of nice,” Catherine blushes. “And it certainly felt like he enjoyed it,” she adds with a giggle. “Felt like he really enjoyed it sometimes – and then he’d leave me extra gooey!”

  Ashton rests his hands in his lap to conceal a full erection from his wife. “So you actually liked anal?” he asks with interest. “I thought you said it felt uncomfortable.”

  “Yes – it was a little uncomfortable because of how long his thingy was. And when he was all the way in me it felt like it was half way up my back. And of course when he was ready to cum it would get really hard, and that’s when he’d need me to lift my bum for him so he could stick it in even deeper to blow his load…. His big, gooey, spermy load!” Catherine adds with a giggle. “Squirting up in me there like a damn fire hose!”

  Ashton swallows hard. “Yeah I remember he used to leave you messy sometimes, darling. But at least it was always safe in one way.”

  “Hmm, yes it was safe in that way – in that he wasn’t going to get me pregnant doing that…. And it wasn’t so messy, Ashton.” Catherine blushes and smiles. “He just used to leave me open and slippery. That’s why I used to make sure I was in a good position for him when he was ready – to make sure his thingy was all the way inside me when he was ejaculating.”

  Ashton’s dick is painfully erect, but after a while he gets the pictures out of his mind and it gradually subsides. Another hour later they come upon a roadhouse and stop for lunch. Then, switching back to the driver's seat mid-afternoon, he’s left alone with his thoughts as Catherine sleeps.

  It has been nearly a year since the last time he allowed other men to have sex with his wife. His uncle had been the first, just before their wedding, and had end
ed up visiting on four other occasions afterward. There was a British guy they’d met while on vacation not long after their wedding who was actually the first to have sex with Catherine as a married woman. Plus there was another couple of older men at that nudist beach. The British guy had stayed in the city on two separate weekends afterward, and they had met him at his hotel room. There was also an old friend of Catherine’s father, Mr Dale, who they had known since they were kids. He was fucking Catherine daily for about a month, but he had a family issue that forced him to move interstate. And there had been the guy from downstairs in their building, Norman, who had preferred anal.

  In the year since moving away from their home neighbourhood, Ashton has become settled with the idea that it’s all in the past – more or less a phase of their life that had been exciting but definitely a one off. He has no intention of ever letting something like that happen again, but the thought of it is arousing as he reaches across and touches the hem of his wife's dress.

  He lifts it and folds it back until he can see the crotch of her panties. They’re pink and furrowed between her pussy lips. He leaves her hem folded up so he can glance across and have a look as he drives on through a quaint little village. He slows as he passes a line-up of parked trucks with several drivers chatting by the roadside. Not that they’d be able to see anything through the heavily tinted windows, but the thought of them catching a glimpse is exciting.

  It’s a warm afternoon, and after driving since five that morning Catherine, is sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. Ashton fixes her dress a little by folding the hem back down, but he then tugs the sides up a bit to expose the sweet little pink triangle between her slender thighs again.

  He adjusts the dress to make it seem like it has ridden up of its own accord, just in case Catherine wakes. Ashton isn't sure what he’s thinking, but the thrill of having a nice sneaky view while driving along is keeping his cock semi firm and feeling good. And with Catherine having slumped a little in her seat, her panties have stretched up even tighter, cutting in and making a nice camel toe.

  Ashton merrily drives along for an hour or so enjoying his secret peep show before there’s suddenly a line-up of cars and trucks stopped on the road. He pulls up on the end of the line and can see people out of their vehicles looking further ahead. There’s a man in road worker gear strolling along chatting to everyone, obviously informing people of what the problem is. Ashton winds down his window when the guy approaches. He leans down nodding a greeting, and his eyes flash across at Catherine before he speaks.

  Ashton suddenly remembers he has his wife's panties exposed, but it’s too late to do anything about it.

  "Err – we've got a breakdown on a bridge up ahead," the guy starts, and his eyes roll across for another look at Catherine's crotch as he adds, "Probably be half hour or so."

  He stands and is about to move along to the next car.

  "What's broken down?" Ashton asks. "What sort of vehicle is it?" It’s a pointless question but it’s all he can think of quickly.

  The guy leans back down, and his gaze flashes across to Catherine's panties again. "It's um – it's one of our cranes. The service crew are there, but it's going to take a while."

  Ashton nods acknowledgment and breaks eye contact, allowing the workman to have another look across at Catherine. The guy lingers for a moment, and Ashton glances up and catches him blatantly staring. The guy grins and nods then stands and moves along.

  There are cars and trucks lining up behind and people getting out to stretch and chat. Catherine remains sound asleep, and Ashton sets his seat back and closes his eyes. A few minutes later he sees the workman again – this time with a co-worker, and they stroll slowly past the passenger side of the car and stop fairly close by.

  Ashton had turned off the car, and without the air-conditioner running it’s getting a bit warm. He uses that as an excuse to justify to himself that he needs to open the passenger side window – to get some air flow.

  As the tinted glass lowers the bright sunlight touches Catherine's milky white thighs and illuminates the soft pink triangle between them. The two workmen aren't talking. They’re standing with folded arms right beside the open window. Ashton can only see to their shoulders, but he knows they’re looking down into his wife's lap, and as he rests back in his seat his cock expands to full erection again.

  The workmen never move from their spot. One of them has a two-way and speaks on that a few times, and they chat between themselves a bit, but Ashton can hear the obvious distraction in their voices. Catherine even stirs at one point and parts her legs slightly, and when she does that the guy who’s talking swallows hard.

  He steps closer and leans down to look in the passenger side window. It’s the same guy who’d told Ashton about the expected delay before. “Shouldn’t be too much longer, buddy,” he says, then he tilts his head and has a good close look at Catherine’s little pink camel toe. He grins and winks. Ashton meets his gaze evenly. “Nice,” the guy says. “Very nice.”

  He steps back, and his colleague leans down to have a look as well. He’s an older man with a grey beard. He glances and nods to Ashton. Ashton feels his face heat and no doubt redden. “Sorry to hold you folks up like this,” the guy offers, his eyes rolling to have another close inspection of Catherine’s panties. After he has a good look he nods and stands, adjusting his package.

  It’s another half an hour before the line up in front starts rolling, and the two workmen never move from beside the car the whole time. When Ashton starts the engine Catherine stirs, quickly glancing up at the two workmen as the car begins moving.

  "Where are we?" she asks sleepily. "Was I out for long?"

  "A couple of hours. I think we should start looking for a motel for the night. What do you think?"

  "Okay it's nice here," Catherine agrees as she sits up fixing her hair and tugging her dress down.

  "What lake is that?" There’s a huge expanse of perfectly still water to one side of the road.

  "I don't know, sweetheart. But what about that?" Ashton asks, pointing to a billboard advertising a guesthouse in 20 miles.

  ****

  The Lakeside Guesthouse is owned and operated by a tall, well-built man of 45 named Carter. It’s a little out of the way and doesn't do much business. There’s a small room in the basement where Olsen, the local handyman/gardener, lives in exchange for watching reception sometimes and keeping up the grounds and gardens.

  Carter tosses his boat keys in the draw and slaps old Olsen on the back, interrupting The Odd Couple on TV.

  "Who owns the car, Olsen?"

  "Customers. Some dude and a pretty young blonde. I put them upstairs in three."

  "Good. How long?"

  "Just for the night."

  Carter goes into the kitchen to check on supplies for dinner and breakfast." Where's Toby?" he calls out.

  "Gone to town. He should be back soon," Olsen calls back.

  Toby is Olsen's son. He’s a 24 year old giant with the mind of a child who shares the small room in the basement and mows lawns and does all the heavy work for his father.

  The guesthouse has four rooms – two downstairs and two upstairs with a view across the lake. Carter occupies room one because in the ten years he has owned the place it has never been full. Olsen is watching TV in the office but there’s also a huge open dining and living room on the ground floor, and upstairs there’s another sitting room that opens to a balcony that is actually suspended above water. The grounds of the property are expansive and resemble a lightly timbered park, kept immaculately groomed by Olsen and Toby.

  *

  "My God, this is beautiful," Catherine calls to her husband. She has found the balcony and is looking out across the lake.

  Ashton approaches and puts his arms around her from behind. She leans back against him and he nuzzles her neck. "Looks like we've got the floor to ourselves too." He feels her tits, and her hands close over his in slight protest. His erection is pressing into her
back.

  "And what's gotten into you all of a sudden?" she asks. "Hey you can't undress me out here." He’s pulling her dress from her shoulders, so she clutches at it with her arms folding across her breasts.

  "Why? There's no one else here. Or are you worried that old guy might see you?"

  "Well he might walk in any minute. This is a common area," Catherine points out.

  "So what if he does? I like showing you off," Ashton goes on, kissing his wife's shoulder and neck.

  "But you said we're not going to do anything like that anymore."

  "Well I don't mean we should 'do anything' – just maybe some teasing. Maybe you could wear something revealing at dinner tonight. What do you think?"

  Catherine doesn't answer. She holds the top of her dress, keeping it from falling away from her breasts, and remains leaning back against her husband while he grinds his cock into her bottom.

  "Well what do you think?" he asks again. "Do you want to wear something to show off your titties tonight?"

  "You know I will if you want me to," Catherine replies softly. "It's up to you if you want to show me to other men. You know that."

  “Yeah I know that," Ashton says warmly as he fixes her shoulder straps back into place. He then feels up under the front of her dress and finds she’s wet between the legs. He kisses her as he fingers her, and she moans softly into his mouth. He then takes her into their room and fucks her.

  *

  There’s a knock at the door when he’s fixing his clothes back into place. Catherine's dress is on the floor, and she’s completely naked on the bed. She pulls the sheet to cover herself.

  "Hello there. Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Carter, your host. If there's anything you need don't hesitate, and dinner will be about half an hour."

  ****

  Carter shakes the guy's hand and nods to the blonde woman in bed. He can see from her hair and from the way she’s holding onto the sheet that she has nothing on and that she’s just been seen to.

  "Half his luck," he says to himself as he goes back downstairs to the kitchen and dinner preparations.