“So you’ve always been faithful to your husband?” Jason asked her without animosity.
“Yes! I have never done anything behind his back,” Catherine answered truthfully.
“Well that’s good. I would never make a move on a married woman unless she was open. All the married women I’ve slept with have first made it clear that they wanted it.”
Catherine swallowed. “Have there been many?”
“Quite a few. Usually just for one night because I don’t really want to break up marriages. But they usually want more.”
“If they want more they must be getting something special,” Catherine said, but she couldn’t believe she said that, and her face was on fire.
“I’d like to think so,” Jason replied easily. “Or it could just be that size actually does matter,” he added with a smile that Catherine couldn’t turn her head to meet.
After the next house she let him drive, and she sat in the passenger seat with her skirt hiked up and her legs swayed toward him. And as they chatted about work and their social lives in general she wondered if he could see her panties. He was looking quite often, and she was allowing her knees to stray apart just slightly. The warm ache in the pit of her belly was accompanied by moist heat between her legs, and she could feel her pussy was slick.
The conversation had ended, and she shuffled sideways in her seat and rested back. At that she was deliberately showing him her panties that time, and she watched the bulge in the leg of his trousers extend and flex.
Her clothing had dried out by lunch time where they stopped at a bar for a meal. Then they had another half a dozen houses to do and the afternoon passed without any further reference to his conquests, although Catherine couldn’t seem to get the thought of those unfaithful wives out of her mind.
His parting word that evening as she was brushing by him to leave for home was a whisper in her ear. “I’ll look forward to seeing what colour you wear tomorrow.” To which she didn’t respond and just hurried away without looking back.
****
Catherine cuddled up to her husband in bed that night fiddling with the hair on his chest. She was still thinking about those unfaithful wives, and she smoothed down Ashton’s belly and closed her hand over his semi-firm cock. It hardened immediately. It was a pretty good length, although nothing like the size of the bulge in Jason’s trousers.
She was suddenly being kissed and pushed onto her back. Her legs were worked open and her nightie hiked up to her neck as her husband’s hand groped one of her breasts and his mouth opened over the other one. He massaged and sucked on her for a minute or two then shifted up her body and penetrated her.
It was again all rushed and awkward, but Catherine’s mind was elsewhere, and she just clung to her husband’s convulsing body as his cock throbbed inside of her, and when he rolled off gasping for breath, she used her fingers against her clit and brought herself to orgasm right there beside him.
He pulled her back to his chest and lay stroking her hair for a while. “Wow that was different.”
Catherine’s thoughts returned to where she was. “I think we should get away together soon,” she said. It was something that came to her out of nowhere, although it may have had something to do with the fact she truly loved her husband and had been having unfaithful thoughts all day.
“Hey that’s a good idea! We’ve both got vacation time. Maybe we could do something before the summer ends.”
****
Catherine woke the next morning still cuddled in her husband’s arms and feeling very secure in their relationship. She put her attraction to Jason down to the fact her sex life was currently unsatisfying, but she and Ashton had been together for over four years, and although he had his flaws he was a loving and devoted man.
Remembering what Jason had said to her in parting the previous afternoon, she chose her most conservative flesh coloured bra, and she wore slacks and a knitted top that offered no cleavage at all. The guy was nothing more than a womanising arsehole, and she wasn’t about to play his games.
On the way to work she was called to a meeting with a client that took most of the morning. It was a house on the edge of town she had been trying to sell for ages, and the buyer was motivated. Then after finally getting away from that meeting she was called to two more and never even made it into the office that morning at all.
Catherine returned home for lunch and took her time. The afternoon would be spent sitting at a computer with Jason, checking the work he’d done getting the new listings set up on-line. She ended up in front of her bedroom mirror checking herself out. She jogged and went to the gym three afternoons a week and was nicely toned. She had long slender legs and a firm bum and belly. Her B-cup breasts were nicely shaped with small, dark, upward pointing nipples. She tossed the frumpy bra aside and picked out a baby blue lace one with matching G-string panties. To hell with Jason! Let the asshole look all he wants at what he’s never going to get, she decided.
She picked out a short straight skirt and three inch heels, and a fitted white blouse that opened right up when she leaned forward. She freshened up her lipstick and combed her long blonde hair, leaving it free of the band she had worn that morning. She had spent an hour on her nails the night before.
It was only a small firm with the owner, a fat middle aged sales agent, an old cranky school ma’am style receptionist and Catherine – and now Jason, who would have to make do with a desk in the reception area for a while. Catherine found him at her computer working on the new listings. She said hello and went about checking the pile of faxes she had received, pretending to ignore him while he looked her over.
The skirt she had chosen was perfectly suitable for work, but she usually wore it with stockings. She felt a little exposed with only a G-string underneath, and as she sat in her couch facing where Jason was sitting at her desk, she felt his eyes lower to her legs. Her couch was deep seated too, and she’d noticed women sitting there in longer skirts than hers would need to cross their legs to avoid showing their panties.
Catherine didn’t cross her legs, though. She could feel that warmth in her crotch again, and she could feel her knees trembling together as she gazed at the fax pages without reading them.
Jason was slouched back in her chair, and as he tilted his head to get a better look she even allowed her knees to stray an inch or so apart to make it easier for him.
She spent the next hour sitting there reading and squirming from side to side. And every time she moved, his head would tilt, and she would let her legs stray apart so he could have a look. And when she had to go and check his work, she sat in her chair with him standing at her shoulder looking down her blouse at her fully exposed bra.
“That’s pretty,” he finally said. “Baby blue and matching panties. Did you buy them as a set?”
“That’s none of your business,” Catherine replied with as much defiance as she could summon. Her heart was pounding, though, and she could feel his breath against her neck.
“Do you think we should meet up tonight and do something about this?” he asked.
“Something about what?” Catherine shot back at him.
He was grinning. “How about coming back to my place after work? We’re nearly finished here, aren’t we?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Catherine answered weakly. She could feel her cheeks on fire, her heart trying to jump out of her chest.
Jason flipped open his phone and started scrolling for a number. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Last chance…”
She sat with her arms folded glaring up at him. He stood there still grinning.
“Jane! Hi! Listen – I’m just about to leave work. Do you want to cook up a meal and I’ll see you in half an hour?”
He had started walking from the office, and he covered the phone and looked back at Catherine. “Anytime you want it, just let me know,” he said with another flash of his smile. And with that he left her sitting there in shock.
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That night Catherine was sitting on the floor in front of the lounge with her husband stroking her hair and casually massaging her shoulders. They were watching a late-night movie but she had no interest in it. She relaxed back against the ministrations of warm strong hands and asked softly. “Tell me more about those fantasies you’ve been having, Ashton?”
He took a moment to respond. “You mean the ones about those old guys looking up your dress last weekend?”
“Yeah. About the ones with old Mister Gorier.” She reached back up and held her husband’s arms, pulling him lower and pressing her breasts forward against his hands.
He kissed her neck. “Well they’re just fantasies,” he said. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Well – are they just about him looking, or more than that?”
“There about him and old Mister Clarkson now, honey,” Ashton whispered as he kissed into her neck again. He was feeling one of her breasts.
“Oh?” Catherine asked playfully.
He reached down between her legs and groped for the edge of her panties, but she clamped her thighs together and squirmed away a little. “No! Not yet. Talk to me first,” she teased. “Do they have sex with me?”
“Yes!” Ashton said.
Catherine was wet. She could feel it. “Well do they both take me at the same time or do they have turns?” she teased.
“They keep swapping ends,” Ashton whispered hoarsely. “There’s one in your mouth and the other one’s fucking you from behind.”
“Mmm – really?” Catherine allowed her husband to work his fingers in through the edge of her panties that time, and they penetrated her easily. She squirmed down against them as he told her how both old guys had huge cocks and how she would submit to them totally.
She had her first orgasm for the night right there on the living room floor with her husband’s fingers inside of her, and after he carried her to their bed and got on top of her, she actually had another orgasm as he was ejaculating.
****
The next few days Catherine dressed conservatively for work and had little to do with Jason. Friday night drinks she sat beside him at their table and noticed him looking in through the opening of her jacket. It was fitted, and beneath it she had on a white lace bra.
She met his gaze and caught his cheeky grin, shaking her head and returning a smile as he shrugged innocently. She also caught the glance of her boss, Len Pittman. He had quickly averted his gaze but it returned to her open jacket, and she blushed at the fact he was checking her out as well.
The attention of the men warmed her belly, though, and she found herself leaning forward and letting them both look quite often as the evening went on.
****
Saturday morning Catherine saw old Mister Gorier watering the garden under their balcony again. She had on her sleep t-shirt, which was quite long, and pink cotton panties beneath. She cuddled up behind her husband making breakfast in the kitchen.
“Mister Gorier’s outside again,” she said. “Do you want to have breakfast on the balcony?”
“Like that?” Ashton asked as he turned to look down at what she was wearing. “Are you going to show him again?”
“Do you want me to?” she asked in reply, biting down on her lip. “Do you want to let him have a look at me?”
“Yeah okay!” Ashton answered. “What do you have on underneath?”
Catherine lifted her t-shirt and showed him. Her heart was thumping and she could feel her cheeks were red. She followed Ashton as he carried the tray and set it up on the balcony table. Mister Gorier immediately looked up and said hello.
“Good morning,” Ashton called back to him.
Catherine was still in the doorway out of sight, but she accepted her coffee and moved to the balcony rail, still facing forward as she saw Mister Gorier look up.
Bruno Gorier could see directly up the front of young Catherine’s shirt. He could see the crotch of her little panties smoothed over her slit, and beyond that he could see the underside of her tits.
His old cock began to firm.
Catherine could feel his eyes and remained facing forward as she sipped her coffee. She met her husband’s gaze as he glanced up from watching the old man. He looked excited, and that heightened the thrill for her.
She leaned over to pick up her toast but remained there at the rail while she ate. She turned around for a while then turned again to let the old man have another look from the front. Her pussy was sopping wet, her nipples hard. Her t-shirt was a worn, loose fitting thing, and she wondered if the old man could see her breasts at all. She yawned and purposely stretched her arms above her head for him, and that caused her shirt to gather above her boobs and open a little further at the bottom. She didn’t fix that right away. Instead she reached back again and fiddled with her hair band.
Bruno could see the young woman’s tits almost completely. He’d been watching her walk by every day for over a year and had often wondered what her body would look like beneath the outfits she wore.
Right then he could see the damp pink fabric sticking to her pussy lips and hugging her cute little bum. He’d been watching her tits sway and jiggle as she moved back and forth. He could almost see her nipples.
****
By the following Thursday Catherine had been fucked by her husband six nights in a row, and as he lay there beside her completely spent, she brought up the subject they had been teasing each other with every night. “So do you think you might ever want to do it again?” she asked. “I mean like we used to with Carter at the lake – the way he used to fuck me all the time like in your pornos.”
It took Ashton a while to respond. “I don’t know. It’s still exciting to think about.”
“Yes it is, isn’t it?” Catherine whispered softly. “I think I want to do it.”
“What do you mean – with those old guys?”
“Or with you and some other man,” Catherine uttered, thinking of Jason.
Ashton remained thoughtful for a long while that time. He eventually spoke. “But who could we get to do it? I guess we could try looking on-line.”
“Yeah I guess. Or what about that guy I was telling you about from work? He’s already been with other married women, so it would just be another night of sex for him.”
“But wouldn’t that cause problems at work?” Ashton asked.
“No,” Catherine lied.
Then a few minutes later her husband asked thoughtfully, “So do you think he would be interested?”
“I don’t know. We could invite him over for dinner and see how things went. Just as a friend at first, and maybe to let him have me afterwards.”
“Yeah – I guess that would be okay,” Ashton agreed. “There’d be no pressure if it didn’t feel right or anything.”
“I could ask him tomorrow after our work drinks,” Catherine said, deliberately containing her excitement.
****
The next morning Catherine wore a short button down dress that offered plenty of cleavage, and beneath that she wore a black lace bra and panties. She had expected Ashton to cool off on the idea, but he had brought the subject up as soon as they woke and had checked with her that she was really going to ask the new guy from work over for dinner that night.
The only problem was – how was she supposed to approach Jason? Should she just invite him for dinner or should she hint that there could be something more on offer if things turned out?
She struggled all day with what to say to him and caught him in the office kitchen just before knock-off time. She had followed him in there and undone a button on the way.
“Hi,” she started nervously.
His eyes lowered to her cleavage.
She giggled – again nervously. “Black today,” she said and immediately felt her face heat and redden.
“I noticed already but it’s a better view with the button undone.” He was grinning as usual.
Catherine thrust her chest forward unco
nsciously as she spoke. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”
“For dinner, eh? I don’t know…. I guess.” He looked up from her breasts. “Will your husband be home?”
“Yes. But he wants you to come over too.”
Jason shrugged. “Although I usually have a date on Friday nights.”
“Well this will be your date,” Catherine said hopefully.
He touched her collar, feeling the open edge of her dress.
“Except I usually end up getting lucky,” he went on suggestively. “Although I guess I could set something up with Jane or Chelsea for later.”
“You won’t need to do that,” Catherine said without thinking.
“I won’t?” Jason pressed.
She’d gone too far but there was no turning back now. “My husband and I have talked about a threesome,” she went on bravely. “Have you done that with other married couples?”
“No but I’m up for it,” he said easily. He then took hold of Catherine and kissed her, and her legs went instantly. He searched her mouth with his tongue, and she could feel his cock firming against her belly.
She pushed away from him. “Not here,” she said, peering back over her shoulder.
“Tonight then,” he said with a flash of that smile. “And I get to fuck you, right?”
Catherine nodded and backed into the toilet, shutting the door. “Oh my god!” she said to herself. “Oh my god!” And when she finally dared to come out, she bumped into Mister Pittman smiling in the office kitchen, and she had to squeeze past him blushing at what he might have heard.
An hour later she was sitting opposite Jason in the bar unable to add much to the conversation with their colleagues. She still had her top button open, and her boss, and the fat married salesman were looking down her dress, but she didn’t mind. Whenever one of them spoke to her she had to try to focus and respond with something intelligent while the whole bar seemed blurry and unreal. And when Mister Pittman stood to leave she hurried home, with Jason saying he would shower and change and be about an hour behind her.
She had called Ashton and told him, and she found him preparing dinner. Of course she hadn’t mentioned that she had promised Jason sex. She didn’t quite know how to explain that. She cuddled up and kissed her husband. “I think it’s going to happen tonight.”
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