After Gus returned he said goodnight and went straight home, and I checked with Ken, who motioned for me to go next.
I found Catherine lying back on the bed with her knees bent up and her little nightie bunched above her waist. "What are you doing?" I asked.
She was just smiling up at me, watching me undress. "I was just lying here listening."
"Listening to what?"
"Listening for the next footsteps," she answered sweetly.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked up from her ankle to her knee. Her leg easily moved aside and I had a look at her pussy. "Looks inviting," I said, grinning.
"Uh huh," Catherine uttered softly. “You’re invited.”
"Did they all fuck you?"
"Those other three men did but Gus wanted my mouth again."
"I see. And are we still using condoms?”
She blushed a little deeper. “Um – would you like to not use one?”
“Really?”
She nodded, biting a lip. “I don’t mind if you and Ken want to – you know…. I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating.”
“Does Len know? He’s okay with it?”
“Uh huh. I’ve been letting Timmy have me unprotected so far, but we’d rather not be certain of who the father is. We were talking about it last night, and Len agreed it would be better if there was always that bit of doubt.”
I grinned. “Well, I’m in! And now’s the time, huh?” I took her lips, her mouth tasting like cum.
“Yes, now’s the perfect time,” she uttered. “Would you like to try and make me pregnant? Just this once before I have to leave tomorrow….”
I pushed my pants down and got between her thighs. She spread her legs wide, offering me access to her womb. The taste of her recent blowjob only increased my excitement as I plunged into her – my cock in her pussy, my tongue in her mouth. “Mmm – don’t stop,” she moaned. “Give it to me…. Cum inside me…. Please cum in me.”
I didn’t last long. I jammed myself into her as deep as I could and emptied my balls. She held me close, her head pressed to my shoulder, her pelvis rolling softly, her inner walls gripping and sucking on me.
She was blushing when I sought her lips again. “Thank you,” she moaned into the kiss.
“Do you want to elevate – like with gravity and that?”
“Um….”
“Come on, lift your bum,” I said, lifting from her.
She lifted while I positioned a pillow beneath her hips. I lay beside her and placed my hand on her belly. She closed her hands over mine, smiling. There was a gentle knock on the door and Len poked his head in.
“Hey, man,” I said. “This is supposed to help, eh!”
He edged in and closed the door. Catherine was blushing up at him. I stroked hair from her face. She looked to me and I met her lips. I searched her mouth with my tongue while squeezing and massaging my cock, working up another load. It built quickly. I abandoned Catherine’s mouth and got on my knees between her legs. “Ready for more?” I asked her. She didn’t respond – just stared back at me with her blush deepening. I stroked hard and fast then moved forward, positioning my cock as she lifted to offer herself. I plunged into her and lay down, humping forcefully and sending myself over the edge.
“Fuck yeah!” I cried and held firm while my cock throbbed and delivered another few spurts of semen into the pretty wife’s belly – her husband standing there watching. “Here’s hoping that gets her pregnant, man. I hope it does.”
I gave Catherine a final kiss and passed Ken in the hallway. He spent a good half an hour in with Catherine before returning with her in tow. Ken said his goodnight, saying he'd be up in the morning to see Len and Catherine off. Catherine left us and closed her bedroom door.
****
I heard their car start before sun-up the next morning and I sat up to watch the tail lights disappear up the drive way. I lay back and dozed off again, waking at a more reasonable hour to the sound of Ken and Gus chatting on the front veranda.
I showered and put shorts on. I then had a shave and strolled out to find Ken reading the paper and Gus kicked back, contentedly gazing out at the horizon. The remains of their breakfast was on the table in front of where they were sitting.
There was a piece of toast on one of the plates so I took that and sat down. They had both nodded a greeting but it seemed they were happy to sit quietly.
I waited a few minutes.
"Fuck she was hot!" I declared, and they both sort of shrugged in agreement.
"Guess they had to leave early." I went on, urging some conversation.
"Len had to be at work by lunch," Ken explained. "Said he'd be back on Friday though."
"They're coming back?"
"He's coming back to pick her up," Ken grinned. He was looking up at the door, which opened with Catherine backing through with a tray of food in her hands, dressed in heels and stockings and a short black skirt, and the little frilly white apron from the club. And she was topless. “They want that young guy in town servicing her all week to make sure she’s pregnant,” Ken went on explaining. “We get to keep her here to play with as well.”
She placed the tray of food in my lap and stood holding a pot of coffee and smiling down over my shoulder.
Her tits jiggled as she almost giggled……… "Coffee, sir?"
ENOUGH!
Catherine returned home from dropping her child off with her mother. It was to be her first vacation away from her baby in the two years since his birth. She flopped on her bed and dozed off to sleep, only to be woken soon after by her husband calling out from downstairs.
“What’s up?” she asked as she met him in the bedroom doorway.
He was red faced – obviously angry. “Oh, you’re not going to believe this!” he started. “So much for the resort. I get to stay here and babysit some fucking arsehole client for the week.”
“What client, honey?” Catherine actually didn’t mind the idea of missing a week of business dinners. The resort could always be done later and under more relaxed circumstances.
“What client!” her husband spat angrily. “Only that obnoxious prick, Jack McKendry! You know that arrogant fucker they had sitting at our table at the Christmas do. You remember – he couldn’t shut up about how much he’s worth and how much the firm needs his business.”
Catherine remembered him well. He was an older man, maybe late fifties, and aside from being a little pompous he seemed okay, she thought. Although she wasn’t about to get into that argument.
“Well just grin and bear it, honey. You don’t have to like the guy. Just be polite and spend as little time with him as you can. How bad could it be?”
“How bad?” her husband scoffed. “As bad as it fucking gets! He can’t stand living in a hotel and insisted on being put up in a home environment. Our fucking home environment!”
“What? Here?” Catherine was suddenly taken aback. “For a whole week?”
Her husband just shook his head. “Home cooked meals and some company watching television in the evenings is what he asked for. No need to shell out for five stars on his account – just treat him like one of the family.”
“So, when’s he getting here, Len?” Catherine stepped close and offered a bit of a cuddle. It seemed there was nothing to do other than grin and bear the thought of a having a houseguest for a whole week – the week she had planned to enjoy for herself!
Len only accepted the cuddle briefly then he pushed away. “I better get going. He’ll be at the airport in an hour and I can’t afford to keep him waiting. The arsehole that he is, there’s still no getting around the fact that he’s our biggest and most important client.”
With that Len hurried back down the stairs with his car keys in hand. “Don’t use the good linen,” he called out as he left.
Catherine flopped back on the bed, sighing at the thought of having to entertain. She lay there for a while staring up at the ceiling and feeling sorry for herself then she pack
ed the clothes back away and had a bath.
She thought about what to wear afterward and settled on a satin chemise, but she chose a long satin robe for modesty. She then made up the guest room with the good linen then poured a glass of wine and sat down to a movie. It would still be an hour or more until Len would be back with their guest.
****
Jack McKendry offered Len one of his bags to wheel along. He didn’t really know the guy, but from the few brief meetings and the Christmas dinner he had decided he was a fairly likable, accommodating sort of fellow. “Let’s stop for a drink,” he suggested, indicating a bar nearby.
“I’m driving,” Len replied tersely.
“One drink!” Jack pressed. He knew he could pretty much call the shots but offered a smile anyway.
Actually Jack knew exactly how much his business meant to Len’s firm and the question was just how far he would be able to work that leverage. His request to be put up at Len’s home had been granted without question and…. “How’s that lovely wife of yours?” he asked as they settled at the bar together.
“Fine,” Len replied, glancing sideways.
“That’s good. I’m looking forward to seeing her again,” Jack went on casually. “I figured if I was going to be stuck here away from the comfort of home for the week it would be nice to have a warm attractive hostess at least. Rather than stuffy old hotel staff with their hand out for a tip every five minutes that is.”
“Yeah well Catherine’s looking forward to having you,” Len said stiffly. He was obviously forcing the smile he was offering though, and that amused Jack.
Len shot back his whisky and Jack did the same then waved the bar tender for a refill.
“You know, Len, I really appreciate you skipping that week in the Caribbean to tidy this deal up with me in person. We obviously could have offered this to any number of firms but the way you presented yourself last Christmas is the difference. You strike me as a man who would be willing to sacrifice for his firm and that’s the kind of man I want to do business with.”
“Well I’m pleased to have an opportunity to make you a little wealthier,” Len said. He was either genuine or doing a good job acting.
Jack downed his second double whisky, grinning to himself. “Okay. So where are we parked?” he said. “Let’s not keep young Catherine waiting up.”
Len was reasonably chatty and either continued a fine job of acting or had genuinely relaxed into the situation as they drove. Jack knew full well that he was imposing on the man’s personal life but he had been very impressed by Catherine and intended to take full advantage of her – in any way he could get away with.
When they arrived at the house Len ushered Jack into the foyer and excused himself to duck into the downstairs toilet. Jack could see the light from the television flickering in the living room and decided to investigate, wondering why the lady of the house hadn’t come out to welcome him.
He poked his head around a corner and saw her there lying on a couch. There was a half full wine glass and she was sleeping.
Jack approached silently. She had on a long satin gown but it had fallen away from her legs to reveal the hem of a pink chemise. That was short, and beneath the hem he could see the crotch of her white cotton panties.
His cock began to firm a little as he stood there looking her body over. The upper part of the gown was covering one breast but it had pulled clear of the other one. He could see the full roundness of it and the tiny bump where her nipple was.
He watched her chest expand, pressing her nipple against the fabric, then gently contract. He looked back down at her bare thighs and shifted to the side a little so he could see more clearly up her chemise. He could make out the smooth curve of her pussy lips and the indentation between them. He decided she was probably shaved or waxed, and certainly bare.
He could hear the husband’s footsteps approaching – but rather than returning to the foyer he decided to test the water right off and he just stepped back a bit and turned so he was facing the television. He held his finger to his lips when Len came around the corner. “She’s sleeping,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder towards Catherine.
Len approached and looked down at his wife. Jack looked back down at her bare thighs, and when he felt Len’s eyes he tilted his head a little to have another look at her panties.
“She really is very attractive,” he said, still whispering. “Fantastic legs.”
Len just nodded. His face was a bit red.
“So, where’s my room?” Jack added as he moved towards the foyer and his bags.
“Up here,” Len said and led the way up the stairs. “Shower’s through there. Do you want something to eat?”
“I might want a snack. Can I help myself?”
“Yeah sure,” Len offered and he turned to leave.
“You know something else I was curious about,” Jack started. “Someone told me that you and Catherine swing. Is that true?”
Len looked back, startled.
“A mutual friend of ours told me he’d slept with her and that you were okay with it,” Jack went on searchingly. “He’s a fairly reliable chap. Not the type to make something like that up.”
“Who is he?” Len asked, fiddling with the door knob nervously.
“He’s an old neighbour of yours, Karl Logan.”
Len’s eyes widened again. There was a look of embarrassment overpowering his face.
“No – it’s okay,” Jack continued easily. “No need to be concerned. It’s sheer coincidence that I mentioned your name once and Karl asked about Catherine. Although it’s kind of why I wanted to stay here to be completely honest.”
“To stay here? What do you mean?” Len stammered.
“Well just that if you guys are into that sort of thing, maybe there’s a chance for me to get with her. You know – spice up the week and all.”
“And that’s why you wanted this? For me to stay and finalise the deal, and what? Are you saying this is a deal breaker?” Len accused. “For you to sleep with my wife!”
“Hell no, it’s not a deal breaker!” Jack assured calmly. “We’ve already got a hand shake agreement and once we work through these meetings with the other firms this week it will be signed and sealed. No question!”
Jack waited a moment before continuing with a grin. “But if it’s something you and your wife enjoy doing it would certainly be appreciated if you’d see your way clear to including me in the fun.... Completely up to the two of you of course!”
“I see,” Len said, still quite red in the face, though perhaps more angry than embarrassed.
“So – no pressure. Just give it some thought and let me know if you’re interested,” Jack went on dismissively. “Good night.”
****
Catherine woke to find her husband shaking her gently. “Oh, is he here?” she asked sleepily.
“He’s upstairs. Let’s go to bed.”
Catherine heard their guest in the spare room but didn’t catch sight of him as she was led along by her husband. He had hold of her hand and was obviously agitated when he closed their door.
Not much was said though, and once in bed with the light off she allowed him to mount and fuck her. It was all rushed and one sided, with him getting off fairly quickly and rolling over to go to sleep.
In the morning he started with a bit of a bomb shell. “This guy is Karl Logan’s friend, and he knows that we were playing around when we lived next door to him.”
Catherine felt her face flush. “Oh my god! What did he say about us?”
“He said he wants to fuck you.” Len answered flatly. “Simple as that really. The reason he wanted to stay with us is because he’s hoping we’re into that sort of thing and that we’ll invite him to join in.”
The heat from Catherine’s face intensified and rushed to her fluttering heart. “Oh my god! What did you say?” she asked her husband.
They had discussed at length the fact that with the birth of their child there
would be no more extramarital sex.
“I didn’t say anything,” Len answered, expelling a breath of tension.
“Well, does it mean we have to – for your business with him?” Catherine asked tentatively. That thought made her belly tingle. Was she going to be traded as a whore?
“No, he said it has no bearing on business,” Len declared. “And anyway there’s no way we’re doing anything with him! No fucking way in the world!”
****
Jack was sitting at the breakfast counter when Len came in followed by his wife. She had on a short cream coloured satin robe that ended mid-thigh. As she approached to greet him he looked down at her tits, obviously bare the way they were jiggling about beneath the thin fabric. She accepted a hug and he felt her nipples press against his chest as he held her a second or two longer.
She was blushing when he released her and her nipples were then protruding more prominently than before. He looked down at them and glanced back up to meet her eyes and deepening blush.
“My good friend Karl said to say hello,” he offered, grinning.
“Oh – how is he?” Catherine returned, moving away to get coffee.
From behind she was toned and perfectly proportioned.
“He’s fine but he’s a bit lonely these days,” Jack went on. “He doesn’t date and I don’t know the last time he would have been with a woman.”
Catherine glanced back over her shoulder, blushing a little again.
“He told me all about you,” Jack continued.
“Did he really?” Catherine uttered, plucking at the hem of her robe and sort of looking away. Her husband was somewhere getting organised for work. She was leaning back against the counter sipping her coffee.
Jack was staring at her legs, wondering if she had panties on. He couldn’t see any lines beneath the silky fabric. Her fingers were fiddling where the two layers of satin folded over. He glanced up and she quickly glanced away.
“Yes, you and your husband certainly made an impression,” he teased, and her blush deepened with her smile.
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