TITLE    : Sharing Catherine Ch. 03
STORYID  : sharing-catherine-ch-03
SUMMARY  : A submissive young wife is enjoyed by many.
AUTHOR   : coolomon@lit
DATE     : 2006-06-27
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


The unexpected arrival of Uncle Ken's two children had cooled things off a bit. They were a boy and girl in their early teens with the girl clinging to Catherine and the boy wanting to tag along behind her husband and I. They wanted nothing to do with their father and he seemed to be the only one getting any peace.



Catherine had of course dispensed with her more revealing clothing in favor of shorts or conservative dresses and at night she would come from her bath well wrapped in a robe. Uncle Ken and I, along with old Gus the property caretaker, were left to reflect on what had happened the previous weekend while we wanked ourselves to sleep.



The children had arrived on the Monday and by Thursday the fridge and cupboards were bare. Catherine and her husband, Len, volunteered to shop. I needed a few things in town too so I went along with them. We managed to get away without the kids knowing and settled back for the leisurely drive from the farm along the coast road to a small tourist town that by day was asleep. There was a range of clubs and bars and a few boutiques. There was a small supermarket but we decided to leave that till last.



Our first priority was to eat and we chose a bar down on the waterfront. It was deserted except for a few fisherman types who nodded as we walked by and over to a table in the restaurant area. The menu was on a board behind a small window and I took orders and left Catherine and Len chatting. When I returned they were having a cuddle and as I sat I noticed the top button of Catherine's blouse was open. She quickly glanced at me and I looked up from her chest to meet her eyes. She smiled shyly and blushed a little.



The barman brought our drinks over and we soon had our meals. While eating and chatting I enjoyed the view inside Catherine's blouse. It was falling nicely open and revealing a pretty, white lace bra. She would often catch me staring and her husband was watching me. He finally said something. "Can you see ok?" he asked, causing Catherine to blush fully.



"Only just..." I complained playfully, and I leant over a bit for a better look since I'd been invited.



"Sit forward love," Len said softly to his wife.



Catherine looked from him to me, and then averting her gaze she leant forward in her seat, causing the fabric of her blouse to gape clear of her breasts.



"That's pretty," I said and she smiled and blushed again. I could see her nipple was firm beneath the soft lace.



We stayed for an hour and had another drink or two while the barman was also offered a look down Catherine's blouse. She sat fiddling with a coaster while he reached over and wiped the table, taking his time to appreciate. And the second time he came back he stopped at Catherine's shoulder for a chat while she obediently rested forward with her pretty, lace bra completely on display. 



They left me to go off on a shopping adventure and I met up with a guy I knew and played some pool for a while. I then quickly did my own shopping and found them walking into a clothing boutique. Len and I kept out of the way until Catherine had found something she liked. It was a little black dress, and we strolled over to the change room with her.



Catherine went in and pulled the curtain. "Come out and model it for us..." her husband said, poking his nose into the cubical.



An older woman went into the cubical at the far end of the row and presumably it was her husband who stopped beside us and nodded a greeting. He was a short, balding man of about sixty with a broad smile. He started telling us about how good he thought the weather was and how he and his wife had failed to bring enough summer clothing. Catherine slipped from behind the curtain and silenced him. 



The first thing I noticed was her nipples, which were firm and poking at the thin black fabric. Her bra had obviously been discarded and her breasts wobbled nicely as she did a little pirouette. "How does it look?" she asked sweetly.



"It's hard to say with the lines," Len suggested, smoothing his hand over her hip. "Do you want to slip those off and let's have another look?"



Catherine looked to the old guy. He was trying to appear interested in a stand of pantyhose or something. Her eyes flashed upon mine before she backed into the stall with her husband holding the curtain aside for her. 



Catherine's cheeks were bright red but there was enough in her eyes to suggest she was enjoying the situation. Len held the curtain well aside and she slipped her hands up under the sides of the little dress and claimed the edges of her panties. The dress was tight and short and it folded up in front to reveal the white patch of lace between her thighs. She paused, watching the old guy intently. He was standing with his hands behind his back and his nose in the air, looking anywhere but at Catherine. She pulled her panties down and for just a second there was a flash of her pussy.



Catherine is a tall slender woman around thirty. She has lovely blond hair falling over her shoulders and a pretty smile. Her breasts are supple and generous, though not large. The line of her belly is athletic and her legs are long and sensuous.



The old guy was at my shoulder and we watched her model the dress for her husband but she drew the curtain, offering us a defiant smile before allowing the garment to slip from her shoulders.



I followed from one shop to another and we ended up strolling through the seedy part of town where all was deserted in the early afternoon. One shop, just opening, offered adult toys and lingerie, and Len dragged his wife in but I waited outside. They came out after a while, laughing, and Catherine was coyly guarding the new bag she was carrying.



Len approached me and pulled me aside secretively. "Catherine asked if there are condoms back at the house - I think you guys might be getting lucky this weekend as long as you have some."



"We have to use rubbers?"



"Yeah &#x2013; she's worried about the time of her month &#x2013; it would be a bit risky for her this next week or so."



"There's plenty in the bathroom cabinet..."



"Enough for Ken and old Gus too?" Len grinned, and Catherine edged beneath his arm wanting to know what was going on. "Just talking about supplies for the weekend... we should pick up some beer and wine."



I waited at the car while Catherine and Len shopped for groceries, and I stole a look in the bag from the adult shop. There was a little satin negligee and beneath it was a box with a thick, pink dildo. 



I closed the bag and settled in the back seat to wait. They soon came from the store with bags of food and we were on our way back to the farm. Len was driving and Catherine was in the passenger seat with the hot wind fluttering her blouse and revealing the fact that she no longer wore a bra. I'd been suspicious of the free movement of her breasts since the shop with the black dress but from where I was leaning between the front seats I then had a fine view a nipple when her blouse lifted.



"So how long are you guys planning to stay?" I asked when we were on the open road again.



Len looked to Catherine as if they had not yet decided. "We have to be on the road early Monday morning."



"Do you think it would be ok if we stayed the weekend?" Catherine added.



"We're all hoping you will," I replied on behalf of Ken and old Gus as well.



"Looks like a few places in town that might be fun to check out..." Len went on, and as he spoke he closed his hand over Catherine's knee and gave a little squeeze.



"Fun for who?" she replied lightly yet suggestively.



"I don't know... I wouldn't mind showing you off a bit in that black dress. Maybe even letting a few of those old fishermen get onto you."



"Not unless you give them a bath first..." Catherine said shyly. She didn't defy her husband though, and he rubbed over her knee where the hem of her skirt rested and stroked casually upward, gathering it a little.



"She did look good in that dress didn't she?" Len said to me, meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror.



"Looks good in that blouse too," I smiled, leaning further forward to deliberately have a look over her shoulder.



Catherine pushed my head playfully and I caught her wrist and pulled her around a bit. We struggled and I held her while Len reached in and felt a tit. "Hey! Watch the road!" she complained. The car had veered into the middle.



"Well show him properly..." Len argued lightly.



Catherine looked back at me. I held her gaze while her cheeks reddened, and then she slipped a button and one more below that, and she glanced down at herself and then her face lifted and her eyes held mine as she opened her blouse.



Instinctively I reached for her and felt a tit. I cupped it softly and rubbed over the nipple with my thumb. Her eyes closed and she bit lightly upon her bottom lip; a little grin curving her lips. "I like other men feeling me up in front of my husband," she said sweetly, peering at Len and lifting her arm out of the way while I had a feel of her left tit as well.



Len's hand had moved back to her leg and he was rubbing upward with her skirt folding around his wrist. "So you do want me to take you to town and let some other guys do you?" he asked her warmly and quite seriously.



"Ok..." Catherine replied softly, resting back around in her seat and leaving her blouse open. She touched her husband's wrist and clung to it as he felt right up between her thighs. Her legs had opened and she gripped the armrest on the car door as her body braced.



"Take these off..." Len said to her and she wriggled and worked her panties from beneath her legs.



"Do you want me to drive?" I asked, a little concerned about the way we were all over the road.



"No, it's ok... Love, do you want to try that new toy?"



"What... now?" Catherine blushed, obviously startled a little, and she glanced back at me. Her lips began to curve again though and she finished stretching her panties from her heels and tucked them into the bag from the toy shop that was at her feet.



"Go on... just give us a little demo'," Len went on smoothly.



Catherine didn't answer him but when her hand emerged from the bag she was holding the box with the dildo in it. She placed it upon her lap and picked at the tape that sealed the box closed. "Just a demo'..." she teased. "And that means you only get to watch!"



"Sure! We'll just watch," Len smiled, opening his hands and then deliberately placing them on the steering wheel to indicate he was busy anyway.



Catherine took the thing out of the box. It was more than she could close her hand around. It was bright pink and veined with a realistic head that was broader than a real one. It was perhaps seven or eight inches long with a round base that resembled a man's balls, and upon the upper side were small, soft looking nodules. 



"Just a demo..." she reiterated teasingly, and she adjusted her seat back a bit and lifted her skirt to mid thigh. She then watched her husband while she fed the dildo up under her skirt and between her thighs. She held the rounded end in both hands and as her legs parted further she began rolling her wrists. 



Len and I watched in silence. Catherine's eyes had softly closed and she was gently biting down on her lower lip. Her wrists were rolling steadily but they suddenly stopped and she bit down harder on her lip and carefully forced the dildo further beneath her skirt.



She gave a little gasp and her eyes opened. "That's the head in..." Len suggested and she smiled.



She slowly exhaled and took another deep breath. She looked from Len to me and her wrists moved once again and her eyes widened. "It's a bit thick..." she uttered softly and she shifted a little in her seat, scooting down a bit, and then her arms were moving slowly back and forth while she still gripped the round base with both hands.



Her eyes had closed again and once more she bit down on her lower lip and forced the dildo in further. It was a slow, methodical action and her skirt was then bunched right up high, and as she withdrew the dildo I could see the wet mark to within two inches of the base. She withdrew until the head almost appeared and then she forced the length of the thing back in.



"That's it baby. All the way!" her husband groaned.



Catherine's eyes opened and flashed from Len to me. She pulled her skirt up over her belly and looked down at herself. Her other hand was over the base of the dildo and her cunt was split over the thick, rounded section. She withdrew a few inches and forced it back in with the soft nodules grazing her swollen clit and causing her body to shudder. She then withdrew the dildo completely, allowing the massive head to squeeze from her dripping folds. She was watching our faces when she touched the head against her pussy lips again and forced it back in and then forced the entire length of the thing inside of herself once more. She moaned softly and ground her clit against the nodules, and then with her left hand clutching her skirt upon her belly and her hips rolling she started fucking herself slowly and forcefully.



Len had pulled the car off the road and stopped to watch. I was leaning right through the seats so I could see the thick pink shaft sliding in and out of her. "Is this what you wanted?" she uttered breathlessly and she withdrew completely again and sunk the dripping tool back into her stretched little hole.



Her body bucked against the base that time and another moan escaped upon her breath. Her eyes shot open and her back arched, and she started thrusting the dildo with short, rapid strokes. Her legs were spread wide and her hips were grinding her clit against the nodules each time she rammed the thing in deep. She worked herself into a frenzy and suddenly her body convulsed into orgasm.



Len and I watched in silence while she writhed about and finally settled panting and completely flushed. Back on Earth she looked a little sheepish. We watched her carefully extract the dildo and put it back in it's box. "That was amazing love," Len said warmly and she gave us a little smile.



She fixed her skirt down and adjusted her seat. Len drove back onto the road. I settled back a bit but remained at Catherine's shoulder. She gave me another little smile and watched my hand close over her tit again.



Her body trembled causing her tit to wobble beneath the gentle grip I had on her nipple. I lent down and sucked it into my mouth, softly rolling my tongue around the firm little bud. "Did you like watching me do that?" she asked softly.



"Do you want to get in the back here with me so I can show you how much?" I replied.



"But there's no room with all those groceries..." Catherine teased.



"I might pull over again so we can both fuck you over the bonnet of the car," Len suggested.



"No you won't!" Catherine shot back at him defiantly. "Wouldn't you rather take me to bed and make love to me?"



"Make love to you? Well yes, but aren't we supposed to be just having fun?"



"Isn't showing me off fun?"



"I guess..."



"And when you're watching some old fisherman on top of me, won't that be fun?" Catherine went on.



Len grunted in the positive.



"Well I think, as my husband, you should want to save yourself for when we're alone together so you can reassure me. Don't you?"



I wasn't sure how serious she was and I don't think Len was either. The idea though, of stopping and bending her over the car (which I kind of liked), vanished, and we were soon rattling along the driveway to the farm.



Later that afternoon I was strolling by their bedroom door and I could hear Len fucking her. The children had gone off horse riding and their door was open so they were obviously taking advantage of the opportunity to lift the rating above PG. I poked my nose around the door and immediately met Catherine's eyes. Her chin was bouncing upon her husband's shoulder and he was in the final stages of getting his load off. He thrust one final time and expelled a loud groan. And after a moment jiggling and jerking he rolled off and lay beside her with his arm across his face.



There was a bright green condom sagging from the end of Len's cock that was half full of cum. His chest was heaving. 



Catherine propped herself upon her elbows and her blouse slipped from her shoulders to reveal her tits. She'd closed one leg across to meet the other but it waved loosely back and forth a little and she gave me a smile as she opened it.



I asked her a silent question and she slowly shook her head. "You have to wait," she said, mouthing the words and making no sound to alert her husband that I was standing there. I looked back down at her cunt and she waited a few seconds before closing her leg across again. "Soon," she said softly and I backed away before Len stirred. 



I got to chatting with Len after dinner that night. "That was pretty hot in the car today," I started.



"Yeah, but she threw me a bit with that 'don't you want to make love to me' line."



"I noticed you ended up getting lucky anyway..."



"True! And you guys will too but she wants to wait until the kids go home. She thinks things would get out of hand and it wouldn't be appropriate with them here in the house."



"I agree. It's best to wait... I think Ken said they have a bus to catch at about 6 on Saturday morning."



"Yeah, Catherine and I were talking about it... as soon as they've gone you guys can start fucking her. And maybe we could take her to town on Saturday night... do you guys know which clubs are the best to go to?"



"I don't but Ken knows everyone in town and he'll know where to go. What about Saturday morning though &#x2013; what did Catherine say about that?"



Len took a moment to respond. "Well, she said she wants to sort of wait in bed, and that you guys can have turns getting in with her and fucking her. When Ken gets back I'm supposed to get up and go and tell you all that she's waiting or something."



Catherine came from her bath and interrupted our little chat. She kissed her husband's cheek and brushed past me making more than necessary contact with her butt against my crotch. She settled on the sofa in front of the tv and pulled a light cotton blanket over her legs. She had on a knee length nightie and a short satin gown. There was a bit of a chill to the evening.



Ken was saying goodnight to his kids and he soon came in and claimed the end of the sofa at Catherine's feet. Len and I were in the recliners. The movie wasn't bad and we all became enthralled but I kept an eye on Ken, who had worked his hand beneath Catherine's blanket and seemed to be stroking her leg.



It was a big room with only the light from the tv so it was difficult to see what Ken was up to exactly. He seemed to be reaching a fair way under the blanket though, so I guessed he was having a feel at least. Catherine laid quietly watching the movie and didn't seem to react. Ken eventually went off to bed saying he was too tired to make it to the end of the movie.



I volunteered to make coffee and used that as an excuse to change places. Catherine sat up a bit to have her drink but when she'd finished she wriggled down again and I ended up with her feet in my lap. I spread the blanket over my legs and slipped my hand beneath to begin massaging her toes.



I could feel Len's eyes upon me from time to time but I didn't acknowledge him. I just watched tv and absently worked my way up to Catherine's calves, gently massaging but really just stroking softly.



I made my way to her knees and the hem of her nightie. I then started lightly stroking the back of her thighs and inching my way upward.



The first time I touched the lips of her pussy I noticed they were tacky. It was quite obvious that Ken had already been there. 



I felt my way along her slit, edging my fingertips beneath her folds, and I was rewarded with warmth and moisture. I poked two fingertips in a little further and drew some of the hot fluid to smooth into her tacky folds. I worked the fluid in and around her little gash and then I used only my middle finger and slipped it inside of her.

<hr pg="2" />Her hips moved very slightly when I did that and I met her husband's eyes. He nodded, just acknowledging what I was doing, then his eyes moved back to the tv. 



Catherine laid still while I casually fingered her. She didn't look at me. The only movement she made was to lift her upper leg a little higher and give me easier access.



I worked my middle finger in and out slowly from behind her legs, using the ample fluid that was seeping from her to keep her lips wet and slippery. I avoided her clit though. I think she knew and accepted that I wasn't trying to get her off &#x2013; that I was merely enjoying the feel of her.



When Len left us for a moment I asked, "did Ken do this too?"



"Yes he did. I think he had two or three fingers in me, but I like what you're doing better." 



"I'm just playing," I said and she smiled.



"... and it feels nice so I don't mind."



"God you're wet!" I whispered.



"I know. It's just the idea of other men touching me while my husband is right there. Ever since we got here I've been dripping."



We chatted a little about the plans they had for their vacation before they broke down in their car and ended up staying with us. And while we spoke I continued working my middle finger in and out of Catherine's cunt while with my other hand I massaged my cock.



It seemed Len had gone for a shower. He was gone a good ten minutes and Catherine got up a bit to have a look in the direction he'd gone, kind of checking there was no movement up the hall. She then turned to me with a sweet little grin. "Do you want me to suck you off?"



My cock was already firm. It throbbed, and the load that had been welling for the past half hour threatened to erupt right then. "I'm pretty close..."



"That's ok..." she said sweetly, and she slipped onto her knees between my legs and freed my cock from my pajama shorts. "But not too deep - let me take it all in my mouth so I can taste it before I swallow." 



The feel of her soft little fingers and her hot mouth had me bucking in no time. And after a few dry throbs I started filling her mouth with cum. She held the head of my cock with her lips and accepted my load while looking up at me. She waited and squeezed off the last few spurts then she sat up a bit with her mouth still full.



Her eyes were so pretty; so soft and submissive. Her lips curved into a slight smile and then she gently swallowed. "You tasted really strong," she uttered, wetting her lips and swallowing again.



"It had been building since your little show in the car this afternoon."



"Oh that! I'm still a bit embarrassed..."



"Why? It was great!"



"Maybe, but in broad daylight?"



Catherine got back up on the sofa and pulled the blanket back over her legs. We could hear Len shuffling around in the bedroom and he soon came back out. We settled to watch the end of the movie.



I'd kept gently caressing Catherine's leg and I gradually made my way back to her pussy. Her juices had dried and left her tacky again but working my fingertips in a bit I found her to still be quite hot and moist. I drew some of her fluids and wet her lips, and once lubricated I inserted my middle finger again.



Her inner-walls clamped around me and she gave a bit of a wiggle, just adjusting the position of her leg and opening herself for me. I waited for her to settle then withdrew and gently worked her fluids over her clit. Her clit was hard and as I rubbed it she rolled a little further and presented me with full access.



With Len frequently looking over I steadily worked my finger in and out and occasionally stopped poking her to massage her little button. Her juices were flowing nicely and I used them to lubricate the soft bridge between her pussy and her other little hole. She was staring at the tv but her breathing was uneasy and her eyes were slightly glazed. I popped a slippery fingertip into her tight little hole. I'd used my middle finger for that, and as I gently inserted it deeper I slid my forefinger into her pussy, and with both fingers fully inside of her I started massaging her clit with my thumb. 



I could feel her inner-walls loosen and hot fluid was seeping from my knuckles. I worked her slowly and steadily until her walls clamped around my finger and her body tensed and then pulsed. 



Her eyes were closed at that point and her husband was watching her face. It was a subdued climax but never the less it was nice to feel her body suddenly become super sensitive. I carefully withdrew my forefinger from the grip of her pussy, and then I slowly extracted my middle finger from her and softly mashed my fingers over her hot and absolutely dripping little slit.



She expelled a ragged breath and scissored her leg across to deny me any further contact with her pussy. "That's enough of that..." she scolded playfully.



"What did he do to you?" Len asked knowingly.



Catherine looked to her husband but took a moment to respond. "He made me cum..."



"Yeah? How did he do that?"



"Umm... with his fingers."



"And did you like it?" Len went on, grinning playfully.



"I liked you watching him do it to me..." Catherine sat up with her back against the arm of the sofa and her legs straight. She reached back to fix her hair into the band that had slipped, and as she did I tugged the blanket down a bit and exposed the top of her thighs.



Her nightie was bunched and her robe was open below her waist so I had a view of her trim little bush. Her pussy lips were shaved but her knees were together so I couldn't see much more than a hint of pink between her thighs. I could however see that her inner thighs were wet from where I'd smeared her juices.



Len stood and moved behind her to give an affectionate rub of her shoulders. She smiled back up at him. "Ken fingered me too, did you notice?"



"Yeah, I though that's what he was up to," Len answered, stroking hair from her forehead and kissing her. "That'll teach you for getting around the house with no panties on."



"Teaches me that it's a good idea..." Catherine teased.



"Coming to bed would be a good idea," Len tried, suggestively.



"Ok... I won't be long," Catherine answered sweetly and Len gave her another little kiss and left us.



She watched him walk from the room and when he'd gone she turned and gave me a little smile. "That was nice..." she started, blushing lightly.



I nodded, acknowledging her warmth, and I gently cupped her tit through her nightie. She arched her back, presenting her chest forward and encouraging me. I brushed over that nipple with my thumb and then moved to feel her other tit as well. "Do you like them?" she asked softly and I grinned and she blushed. "Do you want to feel them while I suck you off again?"



I grinned. "Again!"



She moved over next to me and folded the blanket back from my lap. My cock had been erect and poking through my pajama shorts for a while. Her soft little hand felt cool as she closed her fingers around it. She leant across my lap and peered back up at me. "You can feel me underneath my nightie if you want..."



I worked my hand beneath and closed it over a bare tit as she lowered her head and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Immediately there was a surge of ecstasy from my entire body that centered in my balls to form the beginning of another load of sperm. Catherine's soft little hand cupped my balls and the load welled and threatened to erupt right then.



The feeling subsided and I settled to have a good feel of her tits while her pretty head bobbed in my lap. She kept her arm out of my way and I tugged her nightie right up so that her tits were wobbling against my hand with her tight little nipples brushing my fingers. Her tongue was swirling around the underside of my cock head though, and it wasn't long before my load began to surge up my shaft.



With the first spurt of cum Catherine stopped still and just held the head of my cock. Her fingernails dug into my thigh as another four heavy spurts gushed into her mouth. She moaned softly around my throbbing shaft and sucked out the last of my semen, then she released me and with my spent cock flat upon my stomach she kissed along the underside down to my balls. I felt her hot, wet lips open over one and she gently sucked on it. She moaned softly again as she moved to the other and caressed it with her lips. Her wet little fingers had taken hold of my shaft and her thumb was pressing beneath the underside of the head sending warm shivers through my spine. She kissed her way back up to the head and cleaned a thin stream of semen that had trickled over her finger.



I stroked hair from her face and she smiled lightly up at me, teasing me by parting her lips to show that she still had my cum in her mouth, and then she kissed the tip of my cock and swallowed softly. She got up onto her knees and fixed her nightie down. "I have to go now."



I quickly tidied the coffee mugs and had a drink. Walking past the bedroom I heard their bed rocking and I could hear Len's low grunts as he was obviously pounding into her. I left them to it and fell into bed with my cock still tingling, and I fell asleep immediately.



The next morning we were all dragged off to the carnival that was passing through town. The kids had been looking forward to it opening all week and had extracted promises from each of us to go on rides with them. It was actually a fun morning and at noon there was a small circus that was better than expected too.



We were home by mid-afternoon and another three children turned up from the neighboring property. They claimed the pool and the afternoon turned into a kids party with the two father's involved strolling up from old Gus' cottage at some stage. Apparently the mothers of the children were off somewhere on a ladies day out.



The children, being early teens, needed no supervision, so we adults were left to entertain ourselves with only the occasional interruption to settle a dispute or whatever. We had set up on the front verandah chatting over a few drinks in the warm afternoon sun.



George and Vince were the two neighbors. Both were around Uncle Ken's age; late forties. George was a heavily built guy with tufts of graying hair over his ears and Vince was lighter but more athletic in build. They were both keen fishermen, as was Ken, so the conversation centered around their exploits over the year since their last visit. Gus was a land loving horseman and I had no idea what they were talking about half the time. Len came from inside the house and a little later Catherine emerged, shyly taking greetings, and dressed in a colorful little house frock that I hadn't seen before. She had worn jeans to the carnival and looked good in those. And her dress was appropriately conservative, falling just above her knees and offering only a hint of cleavage where it opened away from thin shoulder straps. She looked very pretty.



"So how do you guy's get on with that experiment you were telling me about last year?" Ken asked. He seemed to be changing the subject deliberately.



"Experiment?" George questioned.



Vince nudged his friend and winked. "The experiment!" he repeated meaningfully.



"Oh that!" George grinned. "Err... it's going well."



"Going well... so it's still going is it?" Ken asked with interest.



"You could say that. Or you could say the parameters have been expanded, to be more precise."



"What experiment?" I had to ask, but they all just chuckled and shrugged to each other.



"The lady and her husband might be offended," Vince suggested. His statement was more of a question.



"We're fairly broadminded..." Len replied confidently.



"Wife swapping," Gus announced plainly. "But tell them about the expanded parameters."



"Actually, the girls call it husband swapping," George laughed. "It was their idea after all. And yes it went well and we were doing it quite regularly, but about six months ago we met up with another couple who were looking for partners in an interesting investment opportunity."



Ken had opened a bottle of bubbly and poured a glass for Catherine. There were a range of chairs; a few old leather lounge chairs that suited George and Gus, a bench where I was sitting with Len, a few rickety fold up things that Ken and Vince occupied, and a sun lounger that had a few pot plants sitting on it. Len moved the plants for his wife and Ken shook off a blanket to lay over the seat, which was a bit dusty. He held the glass of bubbly while Catherine arranged the blanket. And George shut up for a minute to watch her, as we all did.



She had bent to straighten the edges of the blanket and the loosely fitted dress she was wearing gaped completely clear of her nipples. Smoothing the lumps in the blanket caused her tits to wobble a bit too and her cheeks flushed as she glanced up at us. "How do I lift the back up?" she asked Ken, and he showed her the little catch that need to be lifted. 



"Do you want some help there?" Vince offered. The chair had been laid back since I could remember and it appeared the catch had rusted and ceased. 



Vince gave it a firm jerk and it released, and Catherine bent down again to lift the back of the chair. She was blushing wildly but once she had the back rest upright she took another moment to dust it off with an old towel that was hanging over the rail of the verandah.



Len was looking around at us and he acknowledged the fact that George and Vince were staring at his wife's breasts. George nodded his appreciation and cleared his throat. "Where was I? Oh yes... an investment opportunity!"



"Which is what &#x2013; a brothel or something?" Ken asked.



"No, a health club," Vince laughed. "A place for adventurous people to relax and... shall we say - meet other adventurous people."



"For couples?" Ken went on curiously.



"And singles. A group of single men have to be accompanied by a woman though. The ratio usually works out about 5 to 1 so the girls tend to be very popular."



"And what happens?" Len asked evenly. "Are the girls hookers or something?"



"It's a social club so no money changes hands. The girls are mostly married and their husbands take them there for sex with other men. We get clientele from all over - very few locals."



"So single guys can go but within the group there has to be a female?" Ken asked, as if he was taking notes.



George smiled. "Admission is free for couples. A couple can bring other single men but single men are up for three hundred admission, and the drinks are way over priced... You guys can come with Sue and I if you want to check it out. But Sue likes to go as a normal guest so we've remained silent partners, which means no discount."



"What about the women... Do they have to have sex with just anyone?" Catherine asked. She'd settled on the lounger with her knees together but bent up a bit. And with her dress falling away from beneath her legs we could see a tiny strip of red lace between her thighs. 



"The girls don't have to do anything they don't want to do," Vince explained. "The unwritten law is if a girl accepts a drink the guy who bought it would be entitled to something in return. And there are rooms upstairs for that sort of thing. Or there's a theatre with mood movies where some of the girls like to get friendly for free."



"Mood movies?" Gus laughed.



"Yeah... porno's!" Vince confessed. "Mood movies for the discerning."



"It sounds like the same place..." Len said privately to Catherine.



"What, you've heard of us?" George asked.



"Yeah maybe. A friend of ours told us about a setup like that. It's kind of why we decided to come here..."



"Oh ok... so you guys swing then?" George went on with interest. His question was directed more towards Catherine.



"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 &#x2013; it's more just letting other men have sex with me."



Catherine was blushing and shrinking quickly by the time she finished what she was saying but George was quick to ease the tension for her.



"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. 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, and we all gave a little cheer.



George leant 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 tv. Ken and Vince did the cooking and prepared finger food for our little party on the front verandah. 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 evenly 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 leant 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.

<hr pg="3" />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.



Soon after we'd eaten George and Vince, after extracting a commitment from us to try their club, packed their kids off home. And 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 ok?"



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



"Are you having second thoughts? It's ok 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 bed 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 to meet her eyes.



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



"Your cunt 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 cunt's all sloppy?" I asked, and I deliberately looked down at her again



"I like it if it's from a man's cum... 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 cunt. "Do you like my new nightie?" she asked sweetly.



"Yeah I like it &#x2013; I like how short it is."



She smiled shyly and blushed a little. "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 neighbors. 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 ok... let me taste it."



She kissed the head then 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 swallowed my load. "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..."



"Let me fuck your cunt 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 into 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..." I said reassuringly. "Just lay still and let me use you until I'm ready ok..."



I was propped on my elbows and holding the top of her head. I started humping her with my hips. She did lay still. She laid 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. I pulled out with my cock flexing and my balls ready to burst. She knew, and as I surged up over her she lifted and took the head of my cock into her mouth. The first jet of cum must have hit the back of her throat because she gagged a little but then she settled and closed her eyes while I pumped my second load into her warm little mouth.



I collapsed next to her on the bed but she quickly got up and left me. I crashed immediately and didn't wake until late the next morning.



I found Ken and Gus out on the front verandah. Ken had been to the bus stop and dropped off his kids. There had been no sign yet of Len or Catherine. I sat with them 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. And 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 verandah. 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 ok... 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 ok 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 &#x2013; having other men humping your wife and having her suck their cocks and that?"



"I don't know &#x2013; 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 &#x2013; 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 labored 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 then we'd sort of be caught up in this. I mean it could happen, and I don't think I'd regret it if it did."



"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. "Would you fuck her without one if she wanted you to?"



"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 laying on her back with a sheet covering her body. Through it I could see that 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.



I stood at the end of the bed with my cock beginning to swell. She reached back and wound her fingers into a scarf that was tied to the bed head. Her smile had ended and she wet her lips and took a breath as I slipped the sheet up over her knees. I bent and kissed her thigh. Her scent was sweet and powerful and I kissed my way upward until my nose touched her wetness. I pushed the sheet up over her hips to find that she had shaved her cunt. I lifted her knees and spread them wide and she moaned softly as I bent and ran my tongue through her hot, sticky slit. I'd barely touched her pasted folds. I'd cut my tongue between them and softly rolled it beneath the tissue covering her swollen little bud.



Catherine ground her hips and forced more contact. Her cunt pealed open and I delicately inserted the tip of my tongue and drew tangy sweet juices from within. I opened my mouth over her clit and sucked on her, using my tongue to massage while my nose probed the soft, freshly shaven skin above. She was obviously in need of firm stimulation and I tongued her, searching deep into her hot open hole and growling over her clit while she rolled her hips and split her cunt over my face. Her body was arched off the bed and I supported her hips while I ate into her. The sheet had fallen away and I watched her tits thrust and wobble with each gyration of her pelvis. She had the scarf wound around her wrists. She twisted it around them and she clung to it, moaning and bucking and forcing me to maul her sloppy little gash. She came hard, writhing and convulsing, and before she settled I quickly rolled a condom over my cock and jammed it up her. 



We fucked in an absolute frenzy with our entire bodies grinding together, with her legs wrapped around me, and with her tits squashed against my chest. She'd released the scarf and her fingernails dug into my back while her teeth were cutting into my shoulder. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock and virtually milking it as I pumped a full load of cum into the condom.



We'd collapsed together, panting. I could feel her hot breath against my neck and I sought her lips and tasted them. I could taste the other men on her breath but I kissed her passionately. "Did you like that..." she breathed into my ear as we broke from the kiss, and I kissed her again and she again responded passionately but I could feel the condom slipping so I edged back from on top of her and carefully extracted my cock from inside of her.



She laid there smiling up at me as I knelt between her legs. I was looking around for somewhere to dispose of the thing dangling from my fingers. She giggled. "The other two poured it in my mouth..."



I smiled. "Is that what you want?"



She kind of shrugged. "I don't know... maybe..."



"Come here," I said sternly and she blushed a little as she sat up in front of me. "Suck my cock!"



She was supporting herself upon her hands and she gathered the head with her lips and sucked it in. I smoothed hair from her face and watched her. I was still semi-firm. She was taking me in deep and I could feel my cock head restricted against the entrance of her throat. I began to harden but she pulled back and took hold of me with her hand. She continued stroking me and peering up at me with her moist lips slightly parted and her eyes submissive. She looked at the condom in my hand and smiled a little. I placed the open end against her lip and she closed her lips over it, sealing it. I then lifted the tip and the thick fluid pooled against her lips. Her eyes closed as she parted her lips, and my cum flowed into her mouth.



She swallowed softly and opened her eyes to meet mine. She was kissing and sucking my fingers as I held the condom. I pushed two fingers through it, turning it inside out, and she sucked and cleaned the last of my sperm from them. Her soft little fingers were still clutching my cock and it was flexing. "Do you want to do what Ken did to me?" she asked sweetly.



"And what's that?" I asked in reply, mesmerized.



She turned and got up onto her hands and knees and peered back over her shoulder at me. "You can do it without a condom but not too hard at first ok..."



I felt into her opening and drew some of her fluids to lubricate her tight little hole. I worked around it and found it quite easy to get my finger tip in. She felt slippery, as Ken had obviously left her open a little. I levered my cock down. It was rock hard and bulging veins. The head was still swollen and almost purple. I pressed it against her and her tiny little hole opened and allowed me entry. I rocked forward and sunk a few inches of shaft into her, and she moaned softly and arched her back to take my weight as I laid over her. I withdrew and slowly forced more of my length into her body. "Fuck that's tight..." I breathed into her hair and she moaned again.



"Mmm feels nice..." she uttered, turning her head to meet my lips, and I rocked forward again, that time forcing my entire cock into her.



I withdrew until the head was stretching her again, then slowly sunk back into her. I started gently fucking her, laying over her back and using my hips to draw a few inches back and then spear back into her until my balls mashed into her hot open cunt. I was fucking her steadily when her husband slipped into the room. He edged through the door and closed it, then leant back against the dresser to watch.



Catherine turned to her husband so I lifted from her back and gathered her hair in my hand. I bunched it and used it for leverage to pull her back against me as I thrust forward. I fucked her hard, pounding against the back of her thighs and spearing my cock as deep as I could. I came violently, jamming my body against hers and still trusting as I shot my load into her.



She lifted and pressed herself back against me. She reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck. I felt her tits while meeting her husband's steady gaze. I massaged them and gently tweaked her nipples. She ground back into my lap, moaning softly as my cock slipped fully into her. "They've been fucking me in the ass..." she said teasingly to her husband. "First Ken, and then he did it to me as well..."



Len grinned. "And without a rubber I noticed." 



Catherine closed her hands against mine and pressed them more firmly over her tits. She was slowly rolling her pelvis, causing my numb but semi-firm cock to sort of ooze in and out of her warm little hole. I slipped my hands from beneath hers, leaving her massaging her own tits while with one hand I gathered her hair and pulled her head aside and with the other I reached down her front and started fingering her cunt. She moaned as I thrust a few times beneath her body and at the same time, sucked on her neck. She wriggled back against me when I stopped thrusting and she reached back and clung to my head, holding me to her neck. "Do you want to cum in me again?" she breathed heavily.



<hr pg="4" />"I can't..." I gasped. "I don't think I can get it up again just now..."



"Later then?" she went on sweetly.



"Ok, later..."



Len had stepped forward and he touched his wife's face. I eased from inside of her and edged back away to gather my clothes. I left them and walked to my room to dress.



I spent the morning riding my horse. Old Milo was eager for exercise and we cantered to all points of the property. Catherine and Len had taken a walk and were having a picnic lunch at a waterfall we'd hiked to the previous weekend. They looked cuddly and all romantic so I just waved a hello from a distance and left them to it. That afternoon I worked a few of the racehorses due to resume training for Gus. It was work he did every day, even at his age, but he was grateful for the help because it meant he could be showered and shaved in time for dinner. We strolled up to the house together to find George and Vince had arrived early. They were dressed in suits and informed us that their club was coat and tie, which sent Gus back home to change and meant that I, like Len, had to go scrounging in the wardrobes for suitable attire.



We had a light meal and about an hour later Catherine came from her room in the little black dress she'd bought in town. She looked fucking sensational, though a bit nervous, and clingy with her husband's arm. "I don't know how far I want to go with this..." she was saying.



George seemed to be in charge for the evening. "Lots of girls just take in the atmosphere and don't actually participate," he stated easily. "You're bound to have men interested but you'll be sitting with us and there'll be no pressure."



"What else do we need?" Ken asked. He was smartly dress in a dark suit. He had the car keys in his hand.



"Your credit card," Vince grinned. "Don't forget that!"



"Can't believe we have to pay when you guys own the place," Ken complained and near pushed Vince down the front steps jokingly. 



We took two cars. I drove Gus and Vince while the others went with George. It was a good half hour before we rolled up to a discreetly adorned lodge on the edge of town. There were about twenty cars in the car park. There were a few guys grouped around the door chatting, who had a good look over Catherine as we walked passed. In the foyer we were greeted by an older gentleman and a young lady cashier. Our credit cards were accepted, one after the other, and George and Vince did actually pay. Len on the other hand was identified as Catherine's chaperone, and he was admitted free and given a gold badge to pin on his coat. He asked George what it was for but George waved him on saying he'd find out.



What looked small from outside opened into a lavish spread of booths and tables with a bar along one wall and another section opened beyond that. There was an upper level. A staircase led to a landing, along which were a row of doors. At the top of the stairs an usher stood gazing over the crowd and as a man and woman approached him he greeted them and directed them to one of the open doors. "They're going for a fuck," George informed us.



Vince had taken our orders and he brought a tray of drinks to where we'd set up in a booth with Catherine tucked away at the back between her husband and Gus. She was starry eyed and non communicative.



We all just watched for a while with George and Vince giving commentary on what was happening. There were about a dozen women, each seated with at least three men, and there were two women at the bar, surrounded. The wait staff were both men and women. The men were shirtless with little red bowties and black trousers, and the girls were topless with short black skirts and frilly white apron. The girls were gorgeous and the guys were chiseled to perfection.



We hadn't been sitting long when one of the male waiters approached and asked Catherine if she would accept a drink from a graying gentleman sitting at a nearby table. She shook her head, blushing. "No... no thanks..." she managed to get out.



"So if she'd said yes that guy would have been able to take her up stairs and fuck her?" Ken asked. He'd been fascinated with the commentary thus far.



"Look &#x2013; there goes another one now," Vince answered, indicating a mid-forties woman and a guy who didn't look old enough to be in the place walking towards the stairs. "He's bought her a drink and she's probably about to give him an education," Vince added with a chuckle.



"And that's all there is to it?" Ken went on. "So what if I wanted to take that guy's daughter upstairs &#x2013; do I just go over and offer to buy her a drink?"



There was a pretty girl of about twenty sitting with a group of five men. The one with the badge looked like he could have been her father.



"They're married," George informed. "Her name's Kate... But you have to get a waiter to offer her a drink &#x2013; it's just the way it's done."



There was a waitress passing and Ken motioned to her. She approached smiling and with her firm little tits jiggling nicely above her tray. "I'd like to buy a drink for the lady," Ken explained, indicating who he was interested in.



"Certainly sir," the waitress replied, and she stood waiting.



"Your credit card," Vince said to Ken. "You have to give it to her."



Ken produced his credit card and the waitress thanked him and turned away. She approached the young girl, who immediately looked over to find Ken with his shoulders back and a clear confident look in his eyes. She nodded and gave a little smile.



"Fuck me!" Ken said under his breath. "Now what?"



"Well it would be polite to wait until the lady gets her drink and has a sip at least don't you think?" George was trying not to laugh.



The waitress went to the bar and returned to supply a round of drinks to the table where the girl was. She then brought Ken's credit card back and offered him a pen for his signature. Ken signed the receipt without removing his eyes from the girl he'd chosen.



"Have a look at your receipt," Vince said deliberately after the waitress had left, and Ken looked at it.



"Fuck! A hundred and fifteen dollars! You've got to be joking!"



"I forgot to mention that when you buy for a lady you have to shout her table," George grinned. "And the drinks are a bit cheaper if you buy them from the bar..."



"Still a cheap fuck though, wouldn't you say?" Vince asked.



The girl kept looking over. Ken stood and she was watching him. "An absolute bargain!" he said absently and as he stepped from the booth the girl rose and approached him. They strolled on up the stairs chatting and smiling at each other.



Another waitress approached and asked Catherine if she would accept a drink from a tall black guy who looked late twenties. Catherine was slower to respond that time but she said no. Len had a bit of a dig at her and she confessed to being tempted. "I'd fall over and die if I tried to walk up those stairs!" she declared. "With all these people watching and knowing! ...there is no way I could do that." 



"Where's the mood movies?" Gus asked. It was the first time he'd spoken since we arrived.



We all laughed. "Go around the bar and you can't miss a big open doorway with lots of single guys milling around," Vince explained, and Gus strolled off to find the way.



Another of the waiters approached and Catherine turned him away, and he was followed a few minutes later by another. I went to the bar for another round of drinks and came back to find Len calling a waitress over. He'd chosen a woman who we'd seen go upstairs twice already. She would have been mid-thirties and she was a big woman and very attractive. "Certainly sir," The waitress said politely and turned and left while Len was still reaching for his wallet.



George tapped Len's badge. "Drinks are on the house for chaperones..."



The woman accepted and a round of drinks were supplied to the table. Len squeezed Catherine's hand and left her. She shooed him away, smiling after him.



Another waiter then approached and indicated two men at the bar who wanted to buy Catherine and company a round of drinks. She again declined but she at least gave them a smile and wave when they both clutched at their hearts.



"Two together?" she asked of Vince and George. "Are they allowed to go halves?"



"They're allowed to go halves in the woman but the drinks are double in price if they do," George explained, edging around in his seat and placing a hand over Catherine's bare thigh. "Are you ok with hubby going upstairs?" he asked her.



With Gus and Len gone both George and Vince had moved a little closer to Catherine. She sat with her knees together but not crossed, and her dress was short enough that we could see she was wearing black lace panties. George's long thick fingers had covered her thigh and he was tracing a soft little circle with his finger-tips.



"I'm ok with him going with someone..." Catherine replied. "I mean, it wouldn't be very fair if I wasn't."



"But you don't want to try it yourself?" George went on. His voice was mellow and accepting.



"I don't think I could," Catherine said softly. "I'd just be so embarrassed."



"And that's fine. You might want to go and have a look at the video room later though... Some girls prefer that situation."



"Oh... there're girls in there too?"



"Sure!" Vince grinned. "Even see girls go in together sometimes."



Another waitress approached on behalf of a man of forty or so, seated with a group nearby. He nodded his acceptance when Catherine declined and she offered him an apologetic smile. Another two offers were rejected before Ken returned with a fresh round of drinks. 



The girl Ken had been with, Kate, came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She said hello to George and Vince, who she already knew, and Vince introduced us. She stayed for a few minutes then met up with another guy who came over to take her upstairs.



George was still sitting close to Catherine. He had an arm resting along the backrest behind her and as we laughed and chatted I noticed he continued stroking her thigh with his other hand. He'd worked far enough up her leg that the tips of his fingers were brushing against the crotch of her panties. She was looking around a little anxiously but we were secluded enough that only we could see.



When Len returned he shuffled onto the end of the seat and edged Vince and I along a bit, which pressed Vince up close to Catherine as well. By then George had settled to a pattern of having a sip or two of his drink and then returning to quite casually fondle her leg. Vince would just watch him or at times he could be seen staring down at her tits. I thought she looked a little uncomfortable so I stood and asked if she wanted to have a look at the mood movies. She accepted the invitation and Len came along too.



We found a small crowd of men milling around an open doorway and another cashier was positioned just inside the door. I charged the fifty dollars and Len and I pulled Catherine from the leering group that had gathered around her.



Inside, the lighting was low. There was a big screen at the front of the room playing a porno movie. The seats were three seat couches. There were two in each row and there were four rows. Gus waved us down. He was standing alongside the big screen with two other men and a women.



We joined him there and stood watching one girl being fucked by two men on one of the couches in the second row, and some one on one action on a couch in the first row. The guy right in front of us had obviously just cum and he got off a mid-forties woman and was immediately replaced by another man who stepped forward from beside me.



There were another four men standing alongside the other little show but when the two men had finished they just sat either side of the youngish girl they'd fucked and started watching the porno. Their four spectators spread out along the couches and settled to watching the film as well.



Gus was telling us he'd watched a girl-girl show earlier and that the guy fucking the woman in front of us was the sixth she'd taken on. We watched until that guy had finished and then we left Gus to it and claimed one of the couches in the back row, with two guys who had followed us in leaning against the wall behind us but not too close.



The film was basic. There was a room, bare except for a bed, and one couple after another walked in and fucked. The camera work wasn't that good either. It seemed to be limited to a few angles and would flash from a wide shot to a close up when the angle showed penetration. The actors looked amateurish and the sound was distorted but at least the was no corny fuck music. I was sitting on one end of the couch with Len and Catherine cuddled up and talking together. It was all rather boring until I recognized the girl, Kate, walk onto the screen with a guy I'd seen in the booth next to ours. 



"Oh my god!" Catherine exclaimed under her breath and Len looked up at the screen. "That's her isn't it?" she went on, squeezing my arm.



"And it's the guy from the next booth... Does that room look like the one you were in?" I asked Len.



"Yeah... pretty much," he replied, still not getting the significance. 



"It's a live feed," one of the guy's behind us said, leaning over the back of the couch. "They pick a room with some hot action and channel it through..."



"Fuck me!" Len groaned. "I might have been on tv!"



"No sweetie, he said 'hot' action," Catherine giggled.



The guys behind us laughed and Catherine glanced back at them and smiled. They were both around forty I guess. One was a powerfully built black guy and the other was lightly built but taller. Catherine turned back around tugging a little at the hem of her dress and we settled to watch young Kate being fucked on screen.



Len kept his arm around his wife and pulled her to his chest as she tucked her legs up to the side. Her little black dress wasn't long enough to cover her and from behind her legs I and the two men standing over the back of the couch had a view of the pretty black lace covering her pussy, and as Len stroked her side he gathered her dress a bit higher.



Gus had wandered up from the front and I stood and joined him, leaving a vacant seat on the end of the couch at Catherine's feet. The black guy waited a few minutes before slipping into my place.



He sat watching the screen and we all stood quietly watching as well. A few more guys had come in and joined the guy standing behind the couch. Everyone was regularly looking down at Catherine's legs and after a while the black guy started rubbing her calf and working his way slowly up over her knee.



He checked with Len, who nodded, and with Catherine clinging to her husband's coat the black guy slipped his hand between her thighs and felt up into the crotch of her panties.



He worked her firmly but slowly. He was using three fingers, flat against her pussy, and he was rubbing a small circle which had Catherine's breathing ragged and uneven. He took plenty of time with her. He would occasionally glance up at the screen but his fingers would remain pressed against her and after a while he began working on his erection with his other hand.



It seemed like an eternity before he finally reached up over her hip and tugged at her panties. Catherine lifted her body when he did that and he pealed her little panties down and stretched them from her heals.



Len edged from beneath his wife but stayed near her, taking a seat on the arm of the adjacent couch. The black guy still hadn't touched Catherine's bare pussy. He had freed his cock and he was rolling a condom over it. He then tugged his trousers down to his knees and got onto his side and moved in behind Catherine's legs. She clung to the arm of the couch as he probed the head of his cock into her, and when he had the head in he rocked forward and inserted about half his length. 



The guy's cock wasn't particularly thick but it was incredibly long. He had about five inches inside of her and he withdrew and then rocked forward again to force the other half in. Once he was balls deep he supported his weight on the back of the couch and started fucking her with long, rhythmic thrusts.



Catherine just clung to the arm of the couch with her head resting on her arm and occasionally she would lift her head to look back at the guy. It was as if she was feeling nothing and merely letting the guy use her, but I noticed her hips would lift and she would squirm just slightly when he was fully up her.



The guy eventually broke his rhythm and started humping her more forcefully. His head had rocked back and his face was contorting and each time he thrust forward he would give Catherine's body a few sharp little jolts with his hips. And soon enough he was out of control and pounding her but he only lasted a minute like that before shooting his load.



He pulled out and stepped back so the next guy could get in behind her. It was the tall guy and he already had his cock sheathed so he slipped straight in and immediately started fucking Catherine hard and fast. She ended up on her knees and the guy got right over her back and humped her until he blew his wad into his condom.



There were two more men standing behind the couch and waiting a turn on her. The next guy to step around was older. He looked in his fifties, with a bit of a belly hanging over his belt. He got down onto his knees on the floor and while Catherine peered back at us all he used his thumbs to peal open the lips of her pussy.



We could see deep into her cunt. Her soft pink walls were dripping with milky fluid and the guy inserted his tongue as if tasting her. Her eyes closed and she gripped the arm of the couch while he began tonguing her. He was rocking back and forth and with his tongue extended he was slowly fucking her with it.



We watched him bring her along. He was searching deep inside of her with his tongue then sucking on her juicy folds. The one guy left waiting was working his cock and he'd moved in beside the guy on his knees. The guy on his knees would occasionally stop and peal her lips open again, and when he did the guys at the back of the couch would lean in to have a look "Looks good doesn't it?" he asked at one point, grinning back at us with Catherine's juices dripping from his chin. She lifted her head and gazed around at us but when the guy bent to her again and sucked over her clit she immediately convulsed and started mashing her cunt back against his mouth.



With his mouth open over her clit and his jaw moving as if he was eating her, he soon had her beyond control and writhing in orgasm. And while she was still grinding back against his mouth he rolled a condom onto his fat little cock and shoved it into her.



He fucked her hard and fast but before he shot his load he pulled out and ripped the condom off. Catherine knew what he wanted and she rolled onto her side and opened up for him. He was gripping the head of his cock and when he placed the head on her tongue he released it and thick ropes of creamy jiz began slurping into her mouth.



It was a massive load. His cock seemed to throb for ages and what he pumped into Catherine's mouth must have nearly filled it. She swallowed hard and opened again for the last of it, and she softly sucked on the guys cock until his body had stopped jerking.



The last guy was close. He edged along and in front of Catherine with his hand clamped firmly over the head of his cock. "I just want to cum in your mouth," he said evenly and Catherine nodded and opened up for him. He touched the head to her lips and she closed her eyes as his sperm began to pulse over her tongue.



When Len and I sat down either side of Catherine the guys wandered away. We sat for a moment while she tugged her dress down and fixed her hair. "That was interesting," Len started casually and I saw the little smile his wife gave him.

<hr pg="5" />"It was nice too..." she said shyly.



"Yeah? What bit was nice?"



"It all was... I liked the way the first guy felt in me and I liked what that guy did with his tongue... and it was nice when they came in my mouth too."



"Did they taste nice?" Len went on, smoothing his wife's hair.



"No &#x2013; not their taste. I mean, I like the way it tastes because I know it's a man's semen, but it's not like it's yummy or anything." 



"So, do you want some more?" Gus asked. He'd been leaning over the back of the couch but he moved around and sat back against the one in front of us. "I've been hard for an hour and I'm really aching..."



Catherine suddenly found the need to blush. "Do you want to do it in my mouth?" she asked shyly and Gus grinned and nodded. "Ok...I guess..." she added sweetly and she sat forward a little as Gus freed his erection.



Old Gus has quite a monster, and pumped up on Viagra it was roped in thick veins and the head looked like it was about to explode. Catherine closed her soft little fingers as far around his shaft as she could and she began stroking him. Gus began rocking slowly and she opened her mouth over the head and let him slide it in and out. The way her delicate little fingers brushed over the ridge of his helmet, and the way she so tenderly cupped his balls with her other hand, and that soft, sensual look in her eyes, had my own cock throbbing. And then the way the expression on her pretty face changed to concern when his cum was gushing into her mouth &#x2013; I could almost feel the wave of ecstasy that shuddered through old Gus's entire body.



Catherine was on her knees and when she'd swallowed his load she lifted his cock and kissed along the underside and down to his balls. She very tenderly pressed her lips to first one and then the other. She peered up at him and smiled lightly. "Do they feel better now?"



I checked on Len. His jaw was gaping and his hand was closed over his erection. Catherine looked back at him. She was still holding old Gus's cock. She swallowed dryly. "Take me home soon..." she said sweetly.



We found the others laughing and chatting over a row of empty shot glasses. There was another guy sitting with them who Vince introduced as Mark. He was the young black guy who had earlier asked to buy Catherine a drink, only to be rejected. He ended up getting into the back seat with Ken when we were sorting out who would drive home. I hadn't had much to drink so I was fine with my car and Len was ok to drive the other.



I needed fuel on the way back to the farm so we were about ten minutes behind the other car. We arrived to find Vince doing Catherine on the sofa in the living room and Len and George standing there watching. Vince had her on her back with her legs hooked over his elbows and he was pounding into her while she clung to the arm of the couch above her head. He pulled out before he came and ripped off the condom in time to get the head of his cock into her mouth.



Catherine moaned softly as she accepted his load. He smoothed her pretty hair while she sucked out the last of his sperm and went about kissing her way down to his balls. I recognized the community bottle of baby oil in George's hand. He must have been to the bathroom and found it. 



Vince collected the trousers from around his ankles and moved aside. Catherine had closed her legs but she lay there smiling up at George as he approached. She glanced at the oil bottle and bit down on her lip sweetly. "Wriggle up a bit..." George said and he helped her with a cushion beneath her shoulders and had her head resting on the arm of the sofa. "Do you know what I want?" he asked her and she blushed a little.



"I think so..."



George reached in beneath her back and undid her zip. He then took hold of her shoulder straps and pealed her dress down, exposing her tits. He then left her laying there for a moment while he took his trousers off. "I'm going to fuck your titties," he said to her and she squirmed a bit as he poured oil along his erection and rubbed it in. "Is that ok?" he went on easily and she nodded and peered around at us all watching.



George straddled her and positioned his cock between her tits. "Hold them together for me..." he commanded and Catherine pressed her breasts together around his shaft. George was gentle with her. He fucked her tits slowly and carefully, holding to the arm of the sofa and using his hips to slide his cock between them. He didn't begin to thrust until he was close to cumming and then for a minute or so his action was a little more violent, and when he came he pulled back a bit and sprayed it all over her chest. 



Catherine rubbed the thick, creamy goo into her nipples while watching Mark get into position between her legs. He rolled a condom over his smooth dark cock. He then lowered his body and forced his cock up her cunt. He thrust hard and impaled her completely, and she immediately bucked and writhed against his pubes. She clung to the sofa with sticky hands while the black guy humped her and before he'd reached his peak she convulsed in orgasm beneath him. 



Mark worked her gently through it but he was obviously on the verge himself and he again stared pounding her. He went at her hard, splitting her little gash wide and jolting her tits, and then he suddenly pulled back and ripped the condom off, and with her legs still spread and her body writhing he pumped his cum over her cunt.



Catherine's soft little hand appeared and we watched her mash the black guy's sperm into her folds. He'd left her cunt open and her fingers were pasted with the stuff when they sunk into her hole. She rubbed and worked herself into a creamy mess and with her eyes shut tight and her fingers clamped between her thighs she again convulsed into orgasm.



Awakening from her little show Catherine was suddenly quite embarrassed. We were all standing around watching her and she was laying there with cum all over her tits and with her hand still covering her wet gooey pussy. She took a moment to get any words out at all... "I need to go and have my bath now..." she uttered, blushing fully and tugging her dress up to cover her tits.



She didn't return from her bath, and after some coffee the other's left for home with the intention of returning for another visit after dinner Sunday night, which is something Len had agreed to.



Sunday morning Catherine woke up on a mission to leave the house at least as clean as it was when she arrived and since we'd all been sitting around doing nothing for a week that meant there were plenty of jobs to do. Gus took off like a scalded cat claiming he had chores of his own. I ended up washing windows for a start and Ken was put to work with the vacuum and mop. Len was sent out to mow the lawn and do a whole list of jobs in the garden. Catherine, in a little checkered skirt and tank top, was everywhere dusting and stripping beds and the like. I'd seen Ken corner her a few times and I had three or four goes at feeling her up too, but only to be wriggled away from and told, "you have to wait till this evening..."



By mid afternoon the back deck had been scrubbed and the pool had been cleaned. Curtains had been washed and blinds had been taken down and dusted. Baths and showers glistened and the toilets were fit for royalty. And Catherine had Ken slaving in the kitchen while Len and I kicked back in front of the tv with old Gus, who had conveniently finished his chores.



Judging by the laughter coming from the kitchen it seemed Ken was having another go at Catherine but things soon settled down. A few minutes later Len went to get us some more beers but I noticed him standing in the doorway to the kitchen for a while so I went over to see what was up. I poked my head over his shoulder to find that Ken and managed to get Catherine to submit. He had her backed up against the sink with her arms around his shoulders, and he had his hand up under the front of her skirt where he was quite obviously fingering her.



Len stepped into the room and I edged in beside him for a better look. Catherine glanced up from Ken's shoulder, blushing. She had her legs slightly apart and Ken's arm, sleeveless and rippling with muscles, was gently working back and forth. "But I need to have my bath first..." she said sweetly. She didn't try to move away though, and there was nothing of the drill sergeant tone that we'd been subject to all day.



"And then?" Ken asked. He seemed to be smoothing her panties back into place and when his hand appeared from beneath her skirt I could see his middle finger was soaked.



"And then..." She slipped from behind Ken and went to her husband to whisper in his ear. She then breezed past me and left us standing there.



"And then what?" Ken asked.



Len collected a beer from the fridge and handed one to me as well. "She wants you to cum in her," he stated easily.



"Who?" I asked stupidly.



"All three of you..."



"Is that safe?" Ken asked, slipping up on to the counter with the beer he'd been drinking.



"No &#x2013; but we've talked about it and she's decided she wants it... and I don't mind."



"You're a good sport," Ken grinned.



Len accepted that with a nod. "You might think I'm a good sport if what I'm planning works out... Do you think you could get George to bring one of those little frilly aprons with him tonight &#x2013; one of the ones the girls at the club were wearing?"



"Shouldn't be a problem &#x2013; I think he orders all the supplies so he should be able to get his hands on one... What's the plan?"



Len paused in thought for a moment. "Best leave that for the time... I don't know if it will work out just yet. But tell him to give it to me discretely, while Catherine isn't looking ok..."



Gus strolled into the room. "What was she so excited about?" he asked. "Big beaming smile and eyes like saucers... what's going on?"



"We're going to fuck her," Ken answered, as a matter of fact. And Gus was filled in on the details about her having a bath first and about doing her without condoms.



We were there chatting for an hour or so before Catherine appeared in a big toweling robe that was probably Len's. She claimed her husband's hand and dragged him from the kitchen. They were gone for another ten minutes before Len returned. "She's ready."



"One at a time again?" I asked and Len shook his head and invited us all to follow him.



We filed into the bedroom to find Catherine laying beneath a white satin sheet that flowed over her naked body and showed that her nipples were already firm. Without speaking we all stripped and Ken sat on the end of the bed at her feet. He gathered the sheet and slowly pulled it down until it slipped from her nipples. She took a deep ragged breath and her tits jiggled as he slowly unveiled her smoothly shaven little gash.



"That's pretty," Ken said to her and she smiled through her blush but I don't think she could speak just then.



Ken smoothed his hand over her belly and bent to kiss it softly. He tasted her delicate skin and moved lower to sample the newly exposed little portion where earlier there had been a trim little bush. He licked her, causing her belly to firm and her hips to lift, and as he searched further and slipped the tip of his tongue into the slit between her pussy lips her legs parted and her hands went to his hair.



She held to his head while he shouldered her thighs wide open and with her eyes closed and her body writhing he tongued her to the brink of release. "So fucking sweet," he groaned into her dripping little gash and what looked like the first shudder of a pending climax pulsed through her body.



Ken lifted and guided his swollen dick into her cunt. He pounded her once, hard, and she reached back and gripped the bed head. He then started fucking her with long, powerful strokes and when she suddenly convulsed into orgasm he fucked her right through it, and then jamming his cock as deep as he could he pumped his cum into her.



Ken rolled off and I got between her legs for my own turn. Catherine lay panting and peering up at me. I was rock hard and I sliced into her easily. Her hips lifted and offered me complete access, but when I lay down on top of her, her hand closed over the back of my neck and she held me there. It felt as if she didn't want to look at me right then and although she released her hold, her fingers remained there softly caressing the back of my neck while I fucked her.



Internally she was on fire. As deep as I could force my cock it felt as if hot fluid gushed around me. Her inner walls were open and with her legs spread wide I was splitting her soft, sloppy lips with the thick hairy base of my shaft. I could feel her molten juices soaking into my balls with each deep thrust of my cock, and as I felt the first tingling rush her hand again closed firmly over the back of my neck. She knew I was cumming and she held me to her neck and ground her cunt hard over the base of my shaft. She held me through the first convulsion and through the first three or four heavily laden gushes of sperm, and then her body eased and she allowed me to hump her while unloading the rest of it.



She hadn't cum for me. As I lay there on top of her, slowly post-fucking her, and watching her looking over at her husband, there was a definite sense of exclusion. I had my cock in her, and I could feel my own cum oozing around it, but while I was physically penetrating her, what I was doing to her was between she and her husband. And I kind of like that idea. I liked it so much that my numb and spent tool began to firm again. But as I began to thrust a little harder there was a heavy weight on the bed next to me and old Gus actually tapped me on the shoulder.



He was kneeling there with his underpants still on and his massive erection lifting the waist band around his belly. I pulled out and he took my place, pealing his pants down to his knees and laying over Catherine's body to probe her crotch with the glowing purple head of his cock.



Ken was fully dressed and I put my own clothes on while watching the old guy fuck her. Catherine's eyes had closed for a while but they opened to settle upon her husband when Gus forced that bulging weapon deep inside of her and held firm. 



His face was buried into the pillow anyway, so apparently not feeling the need to hold his head, her hands had slipped down to his quivering butt, and she held to it softly while she accepted the injection of his sperm. She had her legs spread completely open and she'd arched her hips to allow him full access, and she slowly ground her cunt over the base of his cock while his massive old balls pulsed.



We'd not long finished dinner when George arrived along with Vince and their friend Mark. Catherine had been sitting with us for a while but after talking quietly with her husband she went to her room and returned wearing the short satin nightie she'd bought earlier in the week. She rejoined her husband sitting on the floor and we were all treated to a fine view of that sweet little pussy.



George was the first to claim her. He took her by the hand and led towards her room with her looking back over her shoulder at the rest of us.



George returned after about fifteen minutes, still fixing his trousers, and giving the nod to Vince.



Vince slipped up the hallway and when he returned a little while later he gave the nod for Mark to go and have a turn.



Mark was in the room with Catherine for over half an hour. He returned sweating profusely and absolutely exhausted. And a few minutes later I noticed Gus slip away and head for Catherine's bedroom door.



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 laying back on the bed with her knees bent up and her little nightie bunched above her waist. "What are you doin'?" I asked.



She was just smiling up at me, watching me undress. "I was just laying 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 all sloppy..." I said, grinning.



"Ah ha..." Catherine uttered softly. 



"Did they all fuck you?"



"Those other three men did... but Gus wanted my mouth again."



"I see... and do you know what I want?"



She blushed a little. "I think so..."



I moved down the bed a bit while she rolled over and got up on her hands and knees. "Like this?" she asked, peering back over her shoulder at me.



I slipped my cock into her cunt and she ground herself back against me. She was absolutely dripping and what was dripping from her was thick and creamy. I pulled back and placed the head of my cock against her other little hole. I rocked forward and opened her, and after working my length into her and allowing her time to adjust, I fucked her hard and pumped my load deep inside of her.



Ken passed me in the hallway and he spent a good half an hour in with Catherine before returning with her in tow. She rejoined her husband sitting on the floor but she'd put panties on. Ken said his goodnight, saying he'd be up in the morning to see Len and Catherine off.



The rest of us sat chatting for a while and with the evening sort of lingering I helped Catherine make coffees that we intended as a signal that it was closing time. She let me have a bit of a feel in the kitchen, with the understanding that it would be about the last opportunity I'd have. She lightly held to my arms as from behind her I reached around and massaged her tits. "Do you like them?" she whispered softly into my ear and her warm sweet breath lifted my cock so I slipped a hand down and felt up into her pussy while working myself against her butt. "You can if you want..." she uttered. She knew what I was thinking. "But just quickly ok..."



She leant forward over the counter for me. I freed my cock and it ached but it lifted. I pealed her little panties aside. They were glued to her and with all the men that had been in her there was plenty of lubrication to get my cock in. I forced it all the way up her and then fucked her with short, firm thrusts. "Just cum in me," she breathed into my ear and I jammed my cock up her as deep as I could and erupted.



We fixed ourselves up and served the coffees. Len was the next to say goodnight while the three guys sitting on the sofa still lingered. Catherine walked to the bedroom door with him and they spoke for a moment but she returned. She was kind of loitering beside the sofa. It was as if she wanted to say something, which I assumed was good night. "I have to go to bed too..." she eventually started.



"Already?" George replied. 



The guy was obviously playing for another turn on her. He was fiddling with the hem of Catherine's nightie and she was blushing a little. I think she understood why the three of them wouldn't go home.



"Do you want me to do something for you before I go?" she asked.



George had already started working his cock through his trousers and Catherine sucked him off first. She got down on her knees in front of him and while the other two men watched and worked their own erections she accepted George's load.



Vince had worked himself along a bit so it only took a few bobs of Catherine's head and a few strokes from her little hand. She was then holding the head of his cock with her lips and accepting another load of cum in her mouth.



She moaned softly over Vince's cock and seemed to hold his load for quite a while before swallowing. She then moved along to Mark and with her sweet lips and her soft little fingers she brought him off quickly, and her pretty face frowned when he bucked and started filling her mouth with his sperm.



Catherine's nightie had slipped from a shoulder and revealed a tit. George and Vince had stood and they were getting ready to leave but were still watching her kissing Mark's smooth black pole. She'd freed his balls and she softly sucked one and then the other while her delicate fingers stroked over his swollen dome. She kissed her way back up his shaft and took the head into her mouth again, moaning softly as she slowly bobbed her head and worked the thing back to full erection.

<hr pg="6" />Mark lifted her to his lap and ripped her panties from beneath her. He fed his cock into her as she lowered to him. He then pulled her nightie down over her tits and she slipped her arms from it and held to the back of the sofa while she rode him. She rode him with her beautiful tits swaying and wobbling and with her legs splayed and her hips gyrating - slowly at first, and then wildly as she reached her peak and convulsed into orgasm. And while her body was still pulsing Mark put her on her back and fucked her hard.



He left her panting on the sofa with her nightie around her waist and her cunt open and oozing sperm. 



The three of them were gone and after I'd cleared away our coffee cups I walked past Catherine's room and looked in to see that her husband was fucking her.



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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 dosed off again, waking at a more reasonable hour to the sound of Ken and Gus chatting on the front verandah.



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 nine." Ken explained. "Said he'd be back on Friday though..."



"They're coming back?"



"He's coming back to pick her up," Ken grinned, and 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.



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?" 

