TITLE    : More Practice Dates
STORYID  : more-practice-dates-1
SUMMARY  : A married woman struggles to resist continuing an affair.
AUTHOR   : sj14@lit
DATE     : 2017-08-18
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating|cheating wife|older man|hotel|shower|


<i>***Author's note; this is the sequel to my earlier story 'Practice Dates.' Like that one, this is a story about cheating and infidelity. If that's not your thing I suggest you look elsewhere. I must stress though that this is just a story. It's a work of fiction, none of the people involved are real and none of it ever happened. Behaving like this in real life is abominable. This is just a fantasy so try not to take it too seriously. Also I realise they don't have any more 'practice dates,' but I liked the title***</i>



*****



Cat's mind was racing when she let herself back into the house. She laid her keys down on the hall table, stared at her reflection in the mirror and the guilt which had been kept in check for the entire weekend welled up and struck her like a wave. Her hair was a mess, her make-up was smudged and her body ached with exhaustion, she looked like what she was; a woman who'd spent the entire weekend fucking her boss. And as that thought hit, a pit opened in her stomach and her eyes welled up. How could she have let this happen? She stood there sobbing for a moment, then told herself to get a grip as she wiped the tears away. 



It was mid-afternoon on the Sunday and she'd spent the entire previous day at CJ's apartment. She hadn't intended to, when she first woke she'd felt dreadful and just wanted to go home, but he'd fallen asleep on top of her and she was pinned to the bed. For almost three quarters of an hour she'd been unable to move, awash with guilt but unable to do anything as she waited for him to wake up. As the time went past though, his hot breath on her neck soothed and comforted her, then as she felt him harden in the early morning the arousal began to creep back. When he finally woke up, they'd somehow wound up having sex again. She couldn't exactly undo the night before and she'd already made up her mind to go home so once more couldn't hurt. Besides, everyone had sex again the morning after a one-night stand.



She had been determined to go home as soon as they finished, but instead she'd collapsed on the bed and noticed how comfy it was. The sheets were soft and she was swimming in a post-coital glow, getting up and leaving meant confronting the reality of the situation. So she put off getting up for a bit longer. Then a bit more. Before she knew it, the sun was setting and at the time, it made sense to stay the night.



When she woke the next morning the guilt was even worse, compounded by the knowledge that she'd continued to cheat, but he was still able to convince her into staying the morning. Noon had passed when she finally got dressed to leave, recovering her dress from the floor of the bathroom. It was the first time she'd worn clothes since stripping off on the Friday night. She'd lost track of the number of times they'd done it, but it was least seven and there wasn't a room in CJ's apartment they hadn't christened. 



Okay, so she was an adulterer, the question now was what to do about it? She walked through to the kitchen, made a cup of tea and sat down, trying to still the emotions crashing around within her. Graham wasn't due home until tomorrow, should she tell him? A part of her protested that she should, it was the right thing to do and if she didn't she would carry this secret with her the rest of her life, but God help her, she didn't want to. She loved her husband, but neither of them had ever done anything this bad, would he forgive her? Even if he did, would he look at her in the same way again? 



Blowing softly on the tea to cool it she felt the tears rising again and steeled herself to fight off the panic. It's okay, nobody knows, just make a decision and stick with it. But as she weighed up the options she couldn't make a choice. She should tell him, confess to it all and throw herself on his mercy, trust that he loved her enough and their marriage was strong enough to survive, but she didn't want to. She knew it was cowardly and hated herself for it, but she wanted to take the easy way. Sure, she would carry the guilt forever but even if she felt wretched and sick now, that would fade in time. It would never go away entirely, but if the cost of keeping her relationship intact was feeling guilty every once in a while then it was a price she was willing to pay. 



But what a burden it was! It wasn't fair to Graham to keep a secret like this from him, but it also wasn't fair what she had done! God damn that smooth talking bastard! He knew she was married but he hadn't cared. He had manipulated her, gradually wrapped her round his little finger and twisted her until she had been begging him to take her. He used her like a whore and worse still, she'd enjoyed it. The sex had been mind-blowing and she'd relished every second. She'd betrayed her husband and liked it. She'd known it was wrong but still done it, the very knowledge of it being wrong even made it better, what the hell was wrong with her? God damn that fucking bastard, why did he have to do this? 



That was when she realised that she was going to have to see CJ again before Graham got back. How could she face him? After everything that happened over the last forty eight hours she didn't want to ever see that arrogant creep again, but it wasn't like she could escape him. The cramped little office they worked in didn't exactly offer a lot of privacy and she would have to put up with him all day. What if he wanted more?



Don't be stupid woman, she told herself, of course he would want more! He was counting on it, he'd even told her to wear the underwear to work. He wanted her to parade in front of him again and if he came on to her, what would she do? She could file a sexual harassment complaint against him, but he was the boss of the entire company. If she did that it would kick up a monumental shit storm and their sordid weekend would become public knowledge. She didn't want everyone to know he'd made her into a slut and besides, if she did file a suit against him, what chance did she have of winning when she'd already slept with him? 



She was starting to weep again so she put down the tea and went to run herself a deep bath. She ached from where he entered her and she couldn't walk properly. She hoped that would ease before Graham got back, it might take some explaining. A long hot soak would relax her, give her a chance to think. Maybe she shouldn't tell Graham but she just felt so rotten! Gemma would hate her if she ever found out but even if she wasn't CJ's daughter, there was the age difference as well. He was sixty two years old! Cat was only twenty six and she had let a man so much older than her fuck her! What the hell was she going to do?



She stayed in the bath for over an hour, the heat was pleasant but the tension didn't ease. As the evening wore on she got no closer to making a decision and when she retired to bed, had no idea what to do. She tried reading to take her mind off things, but the words didn't go in and she just stared at the pages as her mind kept taking her back to CJ's apartment and the sickening self-disgust. Finally she started to drift off when her phone received a text message, it was Graham.



"Hello gorgeous, the trip's gone so well. I can't wait to see you tomorrow, love you xxx."



She tapped out a half-hearted reply about how she missed him back, then wrapped herself up in the blankets and curled into the foetal position feeling so miserable she wondered if she would ever be the same again. 



****



The next morning she felt no better and seriously considered phoning in sick, but she knew how that would look. It was the coward's way out and she wanted to do something to restore her self-worth, so with a trembling heart she got dressed in the frumpiest clothes she owned and went in to work.



CJ wasn't there when she got in but that wasn't unusual. It wasn't even half eight and he didn't usually get in till just before nine, so she pulled up her chair and braced herself for the inevitable awkwardness. 



As the clock struck nine though she was still alone in the small room. With an agonising slowness, time ticked forward to ten past, then half past and still no CJ. Where the hell was he? Then at around twenty to ten, Karen stuck her head round the door.



"Morning Cat," she said, her face flushed, "Can you come round into the main office?"



"Yeah sure, what's going on?"



"We need to have a meeting, I'll tell you all in a minute."



"Okay," she said, rising from her chair and following Karen through to the main room. Was she in some kind of trouble? Oh God, did Karen know? But as she followed her in, she realised that everyone was sat waiting for them and even with the paranoia, she knew they wouldn't confront her infidelity like this. She graciously accepted a spare seat next to Andy, the estate manager as Karen began to speak.



"Well, hello everyone," she started, "I wish I had some better news to open the week with. I'm sure some of you have already heard the rumours and I'd like to clear them up."



This was unusual, what was going on? 



"I can confirm that the Bristol office was vandalised this weekend," Karen said to a sharp intake of breath from the gathered workers, "We haven't got the full estimates in but we know there has been significant damage. CJ and Anthony have already gone up to help out, but we're going to have to ask for two volunteers to join them for at least a week. I know this is going to seriously deplete our staffing level here, but this is one of those things we couldn't predict and we're going to have to deal with it as best we can. Now, would anyone like to put themselves forward?" 



The office became a confused mass of raised voices as everyone spoke at once but Cat barely registered any of it. He was gone for at least a week! She wouldn't see him before she saw her husband again and she could apply for other jobs, maybe if she was really lucky she could get a new one before he returned. She felt as though her heart would burst through her chest and despite all the angry voices around, she found herself smiling. 



An hour later she was back in her small office beaming from ear to ear. After the initial pandemonium, Karen was able to restore order and a long discussion later, was able to get two volunteers and Cat wasn't one of them. She hadn't said a word during the entire meeting, all she could think about was the week of breathing room she'd just won. And Graham was going to be home tonight, she could surprise him with her new lacy underwear. He didn't have to know where it came from, she could pretend she'd bought it for him especially. 



"Hey sexy," she happily tapped into the text message screen on her phone, "Can't wait to see you tonight. I may have a special treat for you when you get in. Love you." She sent the message later and seconds later got a reply. He couldn't wait to see her either and was looking forward to his surprise. She was still grinning when the phone rang.



"Hello?"



"Hello Catherine," came a familiar voice and her mood changed in an instant. 



"CJ," she said nervously. 



"I presume you've had the talk with Karen already? She said she'd had some volunteers come forward to help out."



"Uh huh, how are...um, how are things up there?"



"Pretty bad," CJ replied, "We're not sure what's happened but there's graffiti on the walls, several of the windows have been smashed and loads of the computers have been stolen. There's even some minor fire damage, but the sprinkler system managed to put it out quickly."



"Okay," she said, he was being very business-like and serious, she had half expected flirting. 



"But you can see all of that when you get up here."



"Wait, what?" she stammered, "CJ I'm...I'm not going to Bristol, I didn't volunteer."



"I know you didn't," he said, "But I asked Karen to arrange for you to come up here, did she not tell you?"



"No, CJ I can't..."



"I need you here Catherine," he said, "This place is a real mess. The main administrator has had a nervous breakdown and been signed off because of it. The company needs you to do her duties until she returns."



"But..."



"All your expenses will be paid I can promise you that," he said, "Now I know your husband is getting back tonight and you'll want some time together, but I'll need you here by Tuesday evening."



"CJ, I'm not sure this is a good idea, after what happened this weekend."



The line went quiet for a moment.



"Cat, you can believe what you want about me," he said, "But the truth is this is not about us. We've got a real emergency here and I need your help sorting it out."



"Do you mean that?"



"Yes. Yes I do."



"No funny business this time?" 



"I can assure you this is entirely work related," she could almost hear him smiling. 



"Okay," she whispered.



"Good," she heard him take a deep sigh then continue, "How are you anyway?"



"How am I?" 



"Yes, how are you?"



"How do you think?" she said, "CJ, I feel terrible."



"Really? Why would you feel like that?"



"Do you even need to ask that?" she could feel the anger rising in her and was trying to keep her voice down in case anyone could hear them, "After all that happened, why would you need to ask?"



"Catherine, all that happened was two consenting adults having a good time," there was the charm again.



"Yes, but..."



"You did have a good time didn't you?"



"Well..." she had had a good time, but she wasn't going to tell him that.



"Cat, I know you had a good time, even if you don't tell me," he said, "And for what it's worth, so did I. You were absolutely amazing, Graham is a lucky man."



"Okay, but no-one ever finds out?"



"I swear to you that all the passions we enjoyed together shall remain our secret. I will not breathe a word to anyone."



"Good," she couldn't help but smile a little, damn the cocky bastard.



"Now I'll see you Tuesday evening, we're getting a nice hotel sorted for all of you. The restaurant there is terrific, so it's not all bad."



"Right, I'll see you then," she said. 



"I look forward to it," he replied.



"Me too," she said instinctively, still smiling. Jesus, was she starting to flirt with him again. 



"I'll see you soon my dear," and he put down the phone.



Cat sat there in silence for a moment. How had he done that? She had been so angry with him since yesterday evening, but one brief phone call and she was grinning again. She'd even flirted with him slightly. Christ, was she actually looking forward to seeing him again? 



Well, if she was, so what? There was nothing wrong with that. It didn't mean she was going to sleep with him again. Even if he begged her she wasn't going to let anything like that happen again. This was purely going to be a business trip. She'd be in a nice hotel for a few days, enjoy some posh dinners on the company's expenses account and that would be it. Besides, she was going to see Graham tonight and she was more excited about that. She'd behaved badly this weekend, but CJ wasn't going to tell anyone and she could live with feeling guilty for a while. No-one ever needed to know.



****



She wasn't expecting the sex to be as good as it was that night. She and Graham had been together for years and their love life was always rewarding, but that night it was mind blowing. When he got home from the airport, she greeted him in nothing but a bathrobe and the underwear CJ bought her. Graham's eyes practically popped out when she opened the robe and before they'd even said hello, were attacking each other hungrily. 



Soon they were in their marital bed, their clothes scattered across the floor and Cat was screaming as Graham entered her repeatedly. Usually they only lasted for one session before falling asleep in each other's arms, but it wasn't long before she was climbing atop him again. They stopped to order a pizza at one point, but no sooner had the empty box been cast aside than she was pulling him back on top. 



It wasn't until midnight that she finally let her exhausted husband sleep, but Cat was still buzzing. Four times! They hadn't managed four times in one night since...ever come to think of it. Even in the early days of their relationship, three times in one night was the record. As she watched her husband start to snore softly, Cat felt incredible. 



Was this because she'd cheated on him? Had she been trying to make up for her hidden betrayal by giving him the best sex in years? She didn't normally suck him as much as she had that night, or let him spank her or anything like that. Maybe it was the guilt, maybe she was trying to subconsciously make it up to him but it was good for her too. Graham wasn't as big as CJ, but he knew her body and how to press her buttons. 



But as she lay there in the dark, her mind wandered back to the weekend again and for the first time, she didn't feel angry. She didn't like to admit it, but she did have a great time with CJ. She wouldn't let it happen again, but it had rejuvenated her sex life with her husband and that at least was a good thing. It was a mistake but she was only human and everyone could make mistakes. It didn't mean she loved her husband less and she felt strangely peaceful as she started to drift off. She'd made a mistake but it had an unexpected benefit, it didn't mean she'd do it again.



Yet the last thought that entered her mind as she fell asleep was whether to take the underwear with her, just in case. 



****



CJ wasn't kidding when he said the hotel was terrific. Cat was expecting somewhere decent but nothing this posh. The restaurant was a Michelin star where all the recipes had been designed by a celebrity chef (who she'd never heard of), there were on-site spa facilities and the rooms were luxurious. The other staff members were sharing, but as the only woman to have travelled up Cat had a room to herself. One of the first things she did was order an expensive sandwich from room service and when she heard a knock on the door, she was impressed with how quickly they'd put it together.



But when she opened the door, there wasn't a waiter standing there, it was CJ.



"Hello Catherine," he beamed.



"CJ...hi!"



"Well aren't you going to invite me in?"



"Um...okay, come on in," she said stepping aside and letting him walk in, "How are you?"



"Overworked as usual," he smiled, "But we'll soon get things in order. How do you like the hotel? I chose this place myself."



"It's okay I guess," she said, trying to look unimpressed.



"Now come," he said smoothly, "You don't need to pretend."



"Okay fine," she smiled, "It's a great hotel, good choice."



"Yes, I'd have to recommend you try out the Jacuzzi downstairs," he said, "Now, to business. I trust Karen filled you in on where the office is and who to ask for."



"Yes," she said, "CJ, can we talk?"



"We are talking."



"I mean about us," she said, "I don't...I don't want anything to happen again."



"Ah, so you feel ashamed about what happened."



"Well of course I feel ashamed," she said earnestly, "I'm a married woman. I can't do things like that."



"Cat, it's okay, I fully understand."



"Are you sure?"



"Of course, my own behaviour wasn't the best I must admit, but if you don't wish to do any more, then I will not push you."



"Thank you," she said.



"We'll just put it behind us and never speak of it again," he said, holding his hand out, "Friends?"



"Friends," she said, taking his hand and shaking it. 



"Might I add one more thing before we never speak of it again?"



"Okay..." she said, eyebrow rising with curiosity.



"You, Catherine, were by far and away the best sex I've ever had."



"Shut up," she said, blushing involuntarily. 



"I'm serious, you were incredible."



"Yeah but you're only comparing me with your ex-wife," she said.



"And in one weekend you completely outperformed her," he said smoothly, "I know I behaved in a most un-gentlemanly way, but you made an old man feel amazing."

<hr pg="2" />"You old smoothie, I'm flattered," she couldn't help but laugh at that, how the hell did he do this? How did he make her feel so appreciated? 



"Now, I don't know if you've seen but there's a Michelin star restaurant downstairs. I'm treating everyone to dinner, care to join us?"



"Actually I just ordered a club sandwich," she said, "Plus I should probably take it easy tonight."



"Okay," he said, not a trace of disappointment in his voice, "I'll bring you up a bottle of wine if there's any left."



"See that you do," she said cheerfully as he left. 



****



For the next two hours Cat lay on her bed with her head spinning. Why the hell did she say that? She'd promised herself not to let anything happen, but she'd invited him up to her room! She'd done so in a jokey and not-entirely-serious way and there was every chance CJ wouldn't take her up on it, but what if he did? If that suave old man showed up again with a bottle of wine in his hand, would he expect a friendly drink together or would he be after something more? She'd told him point blank that she didn't want anything, but somehow they'd still ended up flirting again. Would he want her to parade in that underwear again?



At that thought, she remembered, she'd brought the underwear with her! Why the fuck had she done that? She wasn't going to take things any further with him so why bring them at all? 



Because they made her feel sexy, that's why. She'd brought them for her own benefit, not his. And yes, there was something deliciously exciting about continuing their affair with a few clandestine meetings in her hotel room, but she had to be firm. It wasn't going to happen. It was just going to be a fantasy from now on. She could still savour the thought of him making love to her, that didn't mean she would actually do it.



But as the evening drew on, she decided that CJ wasn't coming back. Two and a half hours had passed, the sun had long dipped below the horizon and there was no sign of him. It was just harmless flirting, neither of them meant it. The thought was a tremendous relief, but also slightly disappointing. 



Even so she stayed awake for another thirty minutes, idly toying with the idea of him turning up in the middle of the night with a bottle of champagne and that cheesy grin on his face. She'd let him in wearing nothing but a bathrobe, but they'd have a glass each and she'd send him packing. And she'd keep the bottle too. She felt resolutely committed to her husband as her eyes began to close and she drifted off to sleep. She'd strayed once but wouldn't again and from the looks of things, CJ had lost interest in her anyway.



Ten minutes after she went under, there was a light knock at her door but it wasn't loud enough to wake her. 



****



When she woke the following morning she did wonder why she'd wound up sleeping naked when she normally wore a t-shirt but put the thought aside as she quickly showered and dressed for work. As the clock struck half seven she met Nils and Sam, the other two staff who'd travelled up and joined them for breakfast. There was barely time to finish her scrambled eggs and bacon before CJ appeared, got them to down their morning drinks and ushered them into a taxi for a trip to the office. There was work that needed doing and no time to waste.



The next eight and a half hours were unbelievably hectic. The office was in a dreadful state and looked as if a riot had swept through it. CJ was in the middle orchestrating the clean-up and almost as soon as she arrived, he introduced her to a woman named Margot and explained she was there to help restore their filing system, both physical and electronic.



That amounted to creating spreadsheets from the ground up, a lot of them. They stopped for a brief lunch at one and Cat was already sick of it but a long afternoon of more mindless drudgery awaited her. Margot wasn't much fun to be with either. She was in her mid-thirties and her life seemed to revolve around tedious middle-management. She barely responded to small talk, was focused entirely on the task at hand and treated Cat like an incompetent. 



The most infuriating thing though was that she openly adored CJ. Most of the day she was dour and humourless, but as soon as CJ walked in she wouldn't stop smiling and buttering him up. CJ himself treated her like another co-worker and infuriatingly, did the same to Cat. They barely said five words to one another all day. It shouldn't have upset her, but it did. 



When the work day reached a close Cat was sick to the back teeth of her new superior and took the first opportunity to go back to the hotel. CJ remained in the office and she left him chatting with Margot about the plans for the morning, he barely glanced her way as she exited the building. She joined Nils and Sam for dinner and out of spite, considered ordering the most expensive items on the menu but the priciest thing on there she couldn't even pronounce, much less explain what it was so opted for some lobster tagliatelle instead. The two guys weren't bad company, but they'd known each other for years and had their own established friendship, full of in-jokes and bravura so she decided to skip dessert, excused herself and retreated to her room. 



For a single luxurious hour she was alone. She enjoyed a hot bath, swapped a few text messages with Graham then laid on the bed in a dressing gown, her hair wrapped up in a towel and flicked through the TV channels. 



She was halfway into 'Stardust' when there was a knock at the door. 



"Good evening," CJ was all smiles when she opened it up. There was a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.



"Ummm...hi," she said.



"May I come in?" 



Not wanting to cause a scene in the corridor, she opened the door wider and CJ strolled in. She shut the door firmly then turned to face him. 



"What are you doing here?"



"I promised you wine yesterday," he grinned, "But I think you were asleep when I came up. You must forgive me, dinner took longer than I anticipated."



"CJ...I...I can't have wine with you."



"Surely one glass won't hurt?"



Yes it could, one glass would lead to two glasses. Two would lead to three and before she knew it, she'd be tipsy and horny. Then she'd do something stupid and wind up bent over a...



"CJ I don't want to drink any wine with you," she said firmly, as much to cut off her own thoughts as anything else, "I think it's best if you leave."



"Now Catherine, I really don't agree but if you insist I'll go. Would you mind if I talked to you for a minute or two though? I swear there will be no funny stuff."



She folded her arms crossly and stared daggers at him.



"Cross my heart," he said, her own anger, slightly exaggerated though it was, seemed to be amusing him.



"All right," she replied, "Say what you want but then you go. And I'm keeping the wine." 



"Very well," he said, placing one glass on a cabinet and then filling the other before sitting down on the edge of the bed and taking a step. He saw her glaring at her and shrugged. "You never said I couldn't have a glass." 



"Jesus, you really are a piece of work aren't you?"



"What?"



"Is this another part of your game CJ? What are you trying to do here?"



"I'm not trying to do anything, I just want to talk to you and drink some wine, that's all. I enjoy your company."



"Right, just how you only wanted to go on a practice date before the real thing? To get your confidence up? To get back in the game? Oh no, there was no hidden agenda at all."



"Catherine whatever you may think about me, I genuinely did not intend to make you do anything you didn't want to."



"Didn't want to? CJ...I betrayed my husband with you! I'm a fucking adulterer! There are countries where I could get the death penalty for what we did."



"Then thank the heavens we live where we do," said CJ sipping his wine, "But you can't deny you didn't want it."



"Oh Christ, you're such an..."



"Catherine," CJ's voice was suddenly firm, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't enjoy yourself."



He stared directly at her and despite her anger, she found she couldn't say it. God damn him, he was right. She had wanted it and when it happened, she loved every minute. 



"I thought so," he said after an intense silence, "Now are you sure you don't want some wine?"



"Fine," she took the glass and walked over to him, doing her best to keep one arm across her and prevent her dressing gown opening even slightly. CJ filled her glass and she took a sip, it was good. 



"Can I tell you something?" he said.



"If you must," she replied.



"You, my dear Catherine, were the best lover I ever had." 



"You said that yesterday," she said, trying not to let the smile creep onto her face.



"And it bears repeating. You were magnificent. Your body is a masterpiece of the feminine form and your enthusiasm and skill second to none. I doubt I shall ever encounter anyone like you again." 



"Thank you," the smile was unstoppable now, "You weren't bad yourself."



"Not bad? Is that all?" 



No, that wasn't all. He'd been incredible too. He'd fucked the living daylights out of her.



"You weren't bad," she repeated, "But that's all." 



"Very well," he said draining his glass, "Now it's getting late my dear and I don't wish to overstay my welcome so I'll leave you in peace."



"Thank you," she said as he stood up and placed his glass to one side. He leaned in and gave her a light kiss then made to leave. A few steps from the door he stopped and glanced round the room.



"I don't suppose you recall where I put my blazer do you?" he said.



"You weren't wearing one when you came in."



"I wasn't? Oh. That puts a spanner in the works."



"Why?"



"I must have left it at the office," CJ looked as if this were no problem in the slightest, "My room key was in the pocket."



"So?"



"So that means I won't be able to get it back until tomorrow," he said, "Would you mind at all if I slept here?"



"You're kidding?"



"I'm not."



"CJ, I can't let you sleep here."



"Why not? It won't be the worst thing we've done and I swear to you I won't make any moves on you."



They stared at each other from across the room for a few moments. They had done far worse.



"Do you promise not to do anything?"



"Of course."



"And you'll leave tomorrow at the first opportunity?"



"As God is my witness."



"Fine, you can sleep here," she said.



"Good," he said, undoing his tie, "You are a star." 



"But I swear to God CJ, if you so much as...what are you doing?" she said, he'd taken off his tie and already his trousers were by his ankles too.



"Getting undressed for bed," he replied discarding his shirt, "We have a busy day tomorrow." 



"Yes I can see that, but..."



He removed his boxers and without any thought for shame or modesty, pulled aside the duvet and got into the bed. He patted the space next to him.



"Care to join me?"



"Why are you naked?"



"I always sleep naked," he said, "But I assure you my position remains unchanged."



"I can't sleep with you like that!"



"You don't have to," he said, "Well, not in the usual sense. You can sleep in as little or as much clothing as you wish but regardless, I guarantee I will not do anything."



For a moment she stared at him, appalled by the sheer arrogance of him. He'd practically waltzed into her room, talked himself into her bed and was now lying naked beneath the sheets expecting her to join him. 



"You're a real piece of work aren't you?"



"Thank you," he said, "Now will you get into bed. I cannot stress it any greater than I already have, but I will not do anything."



They'd done far worse. If she kept the dressing gown on...



"All right," she relented and climbed into bed next to him, "But you leave early tomorrow before anyone has a chance to wake up and see you leaving my room."



"I have no problem with that," he said, reaching down to his discarded trousers and removing a mobile phone from one of the pockets. As Cat watched he set an alarm for six am, then placed it on the bedside table. 



"That should be early enough, I need to get to the office as soon as possible anyway."



"You have to leave when it goes off. Swear it."



"I swear to you that when that alarm clock goes off, I shall get up, put my clothes on and leave without hesitation."



"Fine," she said, pulling the quilt up to her neck, "Turn the light off."



****



It took Cat an age to fall asleep. The arrogant prick beside her drifted off in less than ten minutes, he wasn't even slightly perturbed. Her thoughts were racing and no matter what she did, no matter how many times she tried listening to her breathing or concentrating on something else, they kept coming back to the fact she was once again in bed with her boss. Gemma's father. A man who wasn't her husband. 



God, this was so fucked up. She had to do something to get him off her back. He was obviously still interested in her and who knew how many times he'd try his luck? He'd promised not to put any moves on her and he hadn't, but he was clearly testing the boundaries and who knew how much further he'd push? She needed to intervene somehow, get him pursuing another woman and divert his attention away from her. Margot perhaps?



The thought of Margot brought a sudden pang of jealousy. The woman was a stuck up jobsworth, the sort of petty tyrant who delighted in the first chance of authority, but she'd clearly had a thing for CJ today. She didn't want to try and set them up, but she needed a solution and quickly. Margot didn't deserve to enjoy what Cat did though, she didn't get to enjoy that big dick and...



Good god, was she getting aroused? She was. She hated to admit it but at some point in the night, the anger had abated and turned into desire. CJ was an arrogant, egotistical bastard, but he'd also given her a weekend of incredible sex. She'd got away with it too! Nobody knew, nobody would ever find out so long as they didn't do anything stupid. No matter what else, she knew he'd keep it a secret. It was wrong of her to betray Graham, she hadn't meant to cheat on him, but at least the sex had been amazing. Would it have been worse if CJ had been a dismal lover? 



She'd never know but one thing was for certain, even if she did set Margot up with him, she'd never satisfy him the way Cat managed. They'd gone at it all day on the Saturday and she doubted anyone would ever keep the pace like she had. Margot had a good fifteen years on her, she'd never be able to fuck CJ as well as Cat did. She probably wouldn't even manage to fit all of him in. 



As her thoughts continued in this vein, Cat found herself getting hornier and hornier. She hated herself for it but she luxuriated in the growing intensity and found herself squirming against CJ's sleeping body. He was well built and looked like he might have been a regular gym goer not so long ago. His skin was a bit loose in places and he was definitely an old man, but he was also covered in muscle and was immensely strong. 



Glancing up, Cat dimly realised the clock on the wall had struck midnight. The shame was almost entirely gone now and her curiosity got the better of her, was he really as big as she remembered? Trying not to wake him, she moved the covers back, exposing him to the night air and got a good look at his member. Even flaccid it was remarkably big. She'd never have believed she could fit it inside her but she had, she'd bucked and writhed on it for hours, sucked and licked him like a...



Before she realised what she was doing, she was undoing her bathrobe. She eased it off and wriggled out, pushing it out of the bed. She lifted up one of CJ's arms and wrapped it round her, then snuggled up into him, pressing her heavy tits into his chest while her heart pounded wildly. She placed her hand on his chest and idly tracked it back and forth, listening to him slumber as she squirmed beside him, simultaneously wanting him to wake up and fearing what would happen if he did. If he'd slipped out of his unconscious state she'd be unable to resist, she'd let him enter her and fuck her from one end of the room to the other and she'd love it too.



But CJ didn't even stir and after another agonising hour, Cat drifted off too. 



****



As the first rays of sunlight peaked their way through the curtains, Cat woke up. She was naked and pressed up against a strange body. In the brief few moments before the fog of sleep lifted she wondered if they'd done anything but the memory came quickly. They hadn't, nothing happened. 



Then CJ woke up and looked down to see her curled up beside him.



"Well, good morning," he grinned.



"Hi," she managed. 



CJ looked at his arm round her, then down at her body and smirked like a man who'd just woken up with a buxom woman less than half his age naked in his arms. He took hold of the duvet and pulled it back from her, confirming his suspicions.



"My, my, aren't you a vision," he said, then rolled over and kissed her. There was no hesitation, the move was entirely casual and he did it as if kissing her were the most natural thing he could do. Cat didn't resist though, instead she opened her mouth and let their tongues entwine. CJ's hands wandered to her body and found her tits, squeezing them gently as he rolled further until he was on top of her. Cat's arms wrapped round his neck and she closed her eyes, revelling in the kiss and feeling the heat of his erection as it stiffened between them. 



Then her hands started to wander too. She traced a path across his muscles as one of his hands in turn wandered south. She took hold of his cock, now fully engorged and hungry for her as CJ's fingers slipped between her legs. She broke the kiss to gasp as a digit entered her and worked her own wrist up and down. Oh God it was happening again! It was wrong, it was so wrong, but she'd wanted it for hours last night and she didn't think she could bring herself to stop it. 



She let go of his cock as CJ moved down her body. With his free hand he held one breast in place and licked at it enthusiastically, rolling her nipple beneath his tongue as his fingers expertly probed her soaking wetness. Then he moved even further down and Cat arched her back in pleasure as his head went between her legs and his tongue went instantly to her clit. 



"Oh my God, oh my God..." she moaned as he licked and fingered her. She ran her fingers in circles through his hair then brought both hands to her breasts, squeezing them and biting her bottom lip as the pleasure began to grow.



"Fuck me CJ," she gasped, "Please."



He lifted his head from between her legs, flashed that ever present smile at her and sat up. He took hold of her hips and moved her entire body into position, lifting her as if she weighed nothing at all. 



"Lick my fingers clean," he ordered, lifting the hand he'd just been using to her mouth. She took hold of the wrist and sucked enthusiastically, tasting herself on him. 



"Now...tell me what you want again."



"I want you to fuck me CJ," she gasped, barely able to control herself or believe what she was saying. It was like her own lust had taken over her.



"Fuck me Mr. Hembry."



"Oh God, for fuck's sake...fuck me Mr. Hembry! Fuck me like a little bitch!"



CJ sneered evilly as he pushed her legs further apart. He'd won and he knew it. She was a married woman, he was the devil and he was going to make her into his slut. He placed one hand on the inner thigh of her right leg, then with the other moved into position. His helmet pressed against the entrance to her body and he gave a slight push, the first inch sliding in.



Then the phone on the bedside cabinet lit up and started beeping. CJ instantly stopped, reached over and turned it off.



"Ah well, time to go." 



To Cat's disbelief, he immediately pulled out. She was his, she'd lost herself and he could have done anything to her at that point, why was he stopping?

<hr pg="3" />"CJ...what are you...?"



"It's six am, I have to leave," he said, pulling his boxers and trousers on.



"But...but we..."



"I made a promise Catherine and a gentleman sticks by his promises," he pulled his shirt on and did up the buttons. 



"CJ, we were about to..."



"Catherine my dear, if you so desire I will return tonight and finish what we've started," he fixed his tie in position then slipped his shoes on. "There, now I'd best be off."



"You...don't have to leave yet," she said hopefully.



"I have to I'm afraid, I forgot to do some paperwork yesterday and I really should complete it before we go in. Insurance forms you understand. They're in my room and I must get them sorted as soon as possible."



"You said you left your room key in your office?"



"Oh did I? My mistake," he said, then he leaned down and gave her a light kiss on the forehead before pulling a key out of his trouser pocket, "It appears I had it all along. See you at the office."



Then he turned and left without looking back, leaving her sprawled naked, sweaty and unfulfilled on her bed. 



****



She lay there unmoving for forty five minutes. As the lust faded the reality sank in, frustration being replaced by relief that CJ was as good as his word and left when his alarm went off. God, what the hell was wrong with her? They had been so close, he'd been on the verge of fucking her and she'd begged him. If the alarm hadn't gone off she'd have debased herself all over again. She was also furious that he'd secretly had the key all along, what a unbelievable jerk! He was toying with her and what was worse, she was enjoying it. She had to find a way to stop this but as her mind reeled, the thought that they might still continue the affair was both terrifying and exhilarating. 



That was when she understood; she wanted to have her cake and eat it too. She wanted to cheat without cheating, to somehow find a way to ride CJ without being unfaithful to Graham and that was impossible. She needed to be resolute, there was no way he could sleep in her room again and she absolutely could not have sex with him. 



Well...maybe just until the end of the week? She'd cheated once already and she couldn't undo that. Would it be so bad if they spent the time in this hotel together? After all he had been an incredibly skilled lover and it would be a shame not to do it a few more times while she still had the chance. She could give him until the work week was over and it was time to go home, draw a line in the sand and bring the affair to an end. The sex had been so good, could she not enjoy it some more while she had the chance? God it could be an amazing few days, she could ride his dick every night without anyone ever knowing. Maybe if she got him to use condoms this time, it wouldn't count as...



She stopped herself in her tracks. It was a ridiculous idea. Sure she could do that but she'd have to live with that decision all her life. No, she wasn't going to give in any more. From this point on, things would be different. But he was persistent if nothing else and if she was going to bring this to a close, she had to find a way to divert his attention away from her and onto another woman. She thought back to how Margot looked at him and began to form a plan, it would mean being a bit naughty one more time, but it could work.



****



Later that day she waited in her room for the inevitable knock on the door. She was wearing an incredibly thin lingerie set; knickers that were hardly there and a bra so skimpy it threatened to ping off at any moment. She had stockings and suspenders on, all topped off with a see-through dressing gown made of red silk. She'd picked the items up during her lunch break and she looked astoundingly sexy. The lights were dimmed, her make-up was done and she was ready for what she had to do. CJ kept taking charge, now it was her turn.



When the knock finally arrived, she excitedly checked through the eyeglass (she didn't want a hotel porter to see her like this) then let him in. CJ's jaw dropped when she opened the door and for a moment, all he could do was stare at her.



"Aren't you coming in?" she smiled.



"Yes, yes of course..." he stammered, then walked into her room and she shut the door behind him.



As she turned to face him, CJ swept her up in his arms and leaned in to kiss her but she stopped him with a finger against his mouth.



"Oh no, easy tiger," she teased, "Patience is a virtue."



"You look astonishing," she could already feel his erection through his trousers.



"I know, but I have a very specific idea for what I want to happen tonight."



He tilted his head inquisitively and raised an eyebrow. He was expecting everything.



"Step over to the bed," she said. He did as she ordered.



"Now what?" he asked.



"Strip."



Very smoothly, CJ reached up and undid his tie. In slow, controlled moves he discarded it, then his blazer, shirt, shoes and trousers. Cat nodded to his boxers and he pulled them down too, exposing himself fully to her. 



"Now lie down," she ordered.



CJ lay back against the headboard. He smirked arrogantly and placed one arm behind his head, drinking in the sight of her as she walked towards him, swaying from side to side. She climbed onto the edge of the bed then crawled towards him on all fours, heavy breasts hanging beneath her and never breaking eye contact. As she reached his erection she breathed heavily over it, her lips coming to within millimetres but never touching it. CJ visibly trembled and for split second she considered kissing his helmet, but instead she lowered herself and placed a soft kiss on the base of his stomach.



"You don't get to touch me unless I say so," she said, planting another kiss higher up.



"I don't?"



"No, I'm the boss tonight. You're going to do what I say."



"Okay."



"Say it, say you won't touch me."



"I won't touch you."



"Good, a promise is a promise." 



"You're cruel," he sighed.



"I know, but you're going to be a good boy," she kept crawling up him, planting kisses on his stomach and chest, then straddled him completely. CJ's rock hard cock pressed firmly against the gusset of her knickers, only a thin sliver of fabric separating him. She leaned down and pressed her breasts into his chest, then placed several kisses on his neck. CJ was gripping the mattress, resisting the urge to grab her as she briefly ground her crotch against his.



"Do you know what we're going to do now?" she hissed at him, then closed her eyes and kissed him full on the lips.



"I have one or two thoughts on the matter," he replied between kisses, then their mouths opened and their tongues joined. Cat placed both her hands on his head and thrust her hips back, rubbing her crotch against him, CJ giving a slight thrust in return. She was starting to think about throwing her plan out the window and giving in to the temptation. She could pull the knickers to one side, plant herself on that big dick and ride him all night. One more night, just one more...but instead she stuck to her guns and pulled her face away from his.



"We're going to watch a movie," she beamed, then climbed off him, lay down on the other side of the mattress and grabbed the TV remote from the bedside table.



"Wait...what?" 



"We're going to watch a movie," Cat said cheerfully, flicking the TV on. She'd bought a copy of 'Rogue One' on DVD that day as well as the lingerie, it was already in the DVD player.



"Do you normally dress like this to watch a film?"



"I'm not the one who's naked," she teased, then snuggled up against him and pressed her head into his chest, "Have you seen this one?"



She could see their reflection in a mirror on the wall and CJ looked dumbfounded.



"You're not serious?"



"Of course, it's a great film," she said, "I was sceptical but it's really good. I saw it when it came out at Christmas."



"Cat...I thought we..."



"Well, I'm afraid you just misinterpreted things," she said, "Although..."



"Although?" 



"If you're a good boy, I might be nice when the movie finishes. But not before." Then she pressed 'play.' 



The next two hours crawled by. Cat wasn't a huge Star Wars fan but she wanted a long film to really make CJ suffer. As events slowly unfolded onscreen, battles were fought and villains thwarted, she lay against CJ and teased him. His arm was round her and they were cuddled up close and occasionally she traced a path down his stomach but she always turned aside before reaching his member. Each time she did it, she did it slower and went further, but she never touched him. About forty-five minutes in she also turned onto her side and pressed back into him, wiggling her ass into his body. An hour and fifteen minutes in, she even sat up, stretched and then looked at him while running her hands down her chest, idly tracing a path across the ample curves. CJ had a look of utter exasperation on his face, he wanted her and it was written vividly on his features. 



But she just lay back down and pressed herself into him again, draping one leg across his and running her hand down him once more. 



"You really are not making this easy," CJ said.



"Sssh, the movie's still on," she replied. 



She could feel CJ's frustration and she was enjoying herself immensely. A little too much in fact. She wasn't going to have sex with him but a distant part of her wanted him to lose control, pin her down and take her right then. He was much bigger and stronger than her, it'd take no effort on his part. That way the decision would be out of her hands and she could enjoy being ploughed from one end of the room to the other, but CJ was a man of his word and did nothing. Good. Well, sort of good. 



The film was nearing the end now and CJ still hadn't moved. As one final test for him, or both of them to be honest, Cat sat up again and got up from the bed.



"Do you know something?" she said, stretching out.



"What?"



"These clothes are really stifling," then she shrugged the thin dressing gown off, removed the bra, knickers and suspenders, before climbing back onto the bed in just the stockings. CJ's eyes were wide as she sprawled against him and began to kiss to and lick his chest. The film was still playing in the background.



"God, look at you," she panted, "So muscular...you're in such good shape for your age." She was clambering further down his body.



"I used to be a body builder..." he said quietly, "I just try to keep fit now..."



"Mmmm and this dick of yours is sooo big," she sighed as she finally took hold of his shaft. 



"Oh God..."



"You want to touch me CJ? You want to fuck me?"



"You know I do."



"Remember the deal," she brought her face right up to his, "You don't touch me until the movie finishes. And only then if I say so. Mmm, did you enjoy fucking me CJ?"



"Every second of it," he sighed, eyes closed as he enjoyed her hot breath on his neck and the feel of her hand on his cock, "You were deliriously good."



"I liked it too," she said, kissing him softly, "I loved the feel of you inside me. And do you know something?"



"What?"



"I'm going to be so jealous when you fuck Margot tomorrow night."



"Margot?"



"Yeah..." she nibbled his bottom lip for a second then continued, "Because as of now, I am out of bounds."



"But Cat, we..."



"No, no buts," she said giving him a slightly more aggressive tug, then started pumping him at a steady rhythm, CJ's eyes rolling back into his head, "You don't get to have me."



"I want you so bad."



"I know baby," she cooed, hand slippery with pre-cum, "But I'm married. Margot isn't. Or do you think you couldn't take her?"



"That's...that's not fair," he panted, "You know I could..."



"I'll swallow your cum if you promise to start going after her," she said, increasing the pace of her wrist. 



"Are you serious? Christ this is...this is a most unusual situation."



"Promise me you'll go after her and I'll take your load in my mouth CJ, I swear."



"But...what if I don't want Margot? I can still...I don't think we're through."



"Well that's your choice," said Cat, enthusiastically wanking him now, "Either you go after Margot and I'll drink it all now, or you can keep pursuing me and potentially get nothing."



"But I...oh God..." He was getting close now, she could feel him trembling. Without letting go or stopping her smooth pumping of him, Cat moved further down the bed and breathed hot air on him. He instantly swelled and CJ cried out.



"I'll do it! I'll fuck Margot!"



"Good boy," she said, then opened her mouth and took him in. 



"Oh fuck," CJ gasped, then he erupted, a thick load shot across Cat's tongue. CJ bucked his hips as she swallowed it down, several more blasts filling her mouth. She sucked more of him into her, cum shooting from the tip as CJ groaned in pleasure. It was the biggest mouthful she'd had in years but more and more of it escaped from him. She swallowed as much as she could but there was so much she had to pull him out before he finished, two final blasts hitting her chest before CJ finally subsided. He lay still, staring at the ceiling.



"Wow," he gasped. 



"Good boy," she smiled, standing up to full height, "And now you've got to go."



"What?"



"Time to leave," she said, "Movie's finished."



CJ didn't move and for a moment looked like he might protest. Then all the resistance drained away and he got up from the bed, reaching for his clothes. Before he could put any on, Cat stepped up to him and took hold of his cock one final time.



"But remember," she said, "This is mine. Margot only gets it because I'm letting her." 



"Okay," he replied, "Always." 



"Always. Now get out of my room. It's the last day at the office tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep." 



"Very well," he said, pulling his clothes back on. He walked to the door then turned to look at her again as she laid back on the bed. She smiled back at him, then waved casually.



"Good night CJ."



"Good night Catherine." 



Then he stepped out into the night and she was alone. 



****



When she woke the next day she felt remarkably pleased with herself. Sure, she'd misbehaved a bit and if Graham ever did anything similar she'd feel crushed, but compared to what she'd done before it was nothing. This time she'd taken control. Up until now CJ had been the dominant person and she'd succumbed to his every wish, but she'd bested him this time. She'd resisted her own desires and if she could do it once, she could do it again. Today was a new chapter and things were going to be different.



As the day went by she realised that CJ was true to his word. In the office he barely spoke to her, but it was hard not to notice how much attention he was giving Margot. They went on their lunch break together and while Cat left the office before either of them, her suspicions were soon confirmed.



She was sat in the hotel bar enjoying an alcohol free cocktail with Nils (he swore they were better than the regular ones) when she glanced into the restaurant area and saw them together. CJ and Margot were engrossed in conversation and enjoying a meal together. She'd done it, diverted the attention away from herself and onto another woman. She was free.



Later, she opted to have dinner in her room so bid goodnight to Nils and was on her way to the lifts when she bumped into CJ. He was stood outside the toilets waiting. He looked incredibly smart too, he was wearing the same suit as he did the night they first slept together. She felt a brief pang of jealousy but forced it down.



"Looking good CJ," she said as she approached.



"Thank you," he smiled, slightly awkwardly, "You look very nice yourself." 



"Just the same things I've been in all day," she replied, "You on a date?"



"Yes, Margot and I just had dinner together."



"Well good for you," she said, "Let me know how it turns out."



"I will," he smiled.



"Good night CJ."



"Good night Cat."



She walked right past him with her head held high, got in the lift and went up to her room.



****



She woke up at six the next morning. She hadn't set an alarm but her body was on automatic pilot and she just came awake. She was alone, having spent the night eating a plate of pasta and watching comedy panel shows on TV. She'd also had a long chat with Graham, talking about their plans for redoing the garden, where they'd stay for Gemma's wedding and all manner of empty conversation. But it reminded her how much she loved him and she fell asleep knowing she'd done the right thing. She'd never tell him what happened with CJ, that was to be her secret. She regretted it immensely but it couldn't be undone and confessing would risk everything. If that meant she'd feel guilty occasionally whenever she remembered, so be it. She had to live with that.



For a few minutes she lay in bed thinking of the day ahead but as she came fully awake she realised it was Saturday morning. The work week was done and her time in the hotel was almost at an end. She was going home today. She picked up her phone from the bedside table and checked the train times on Google. One every hour all day, that was good. She could even be home by lunch time. 



First though she wanted a wash. Getting out of bed she discarded the t-shirt she'd slept in and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The shower here was luxurious, a large glass cabinet with sliding doors, side jets and a steam function. She'd enjoyed it a few times since and today would be no different. She started the water running and for a few minutes indulged in the heat and comfort it gave. 



She was rinsing shampoo out of her hair when the bathroom door opened.



"There you are," CJ beamed as she jumped in fright.



"CJ! You scared the shit out of me," she said, trying to cover herself with her arms.



"I am so sorry my dear," he said, then casually kicked off his shoes and started to undo his shirt.



"What...what are you doing?"



"I just wanted to say good morning," he replied, dropping his trousers and boxer shorts then stepping out of them.



"You can't..." she managed before he slid open the cabinet door and stepped into the shower with her. 



"Can't what?" 



"You can't just barge in here and..." she backed away a step but the door was behind him, she couldn't get out and he obviously knew this. He looked incredibly conceited as he stepped beneath the hot water splashing down from above.



"Mmm, that's good," he said, "I love a nice hot shower."



"CJ you can't just barge in on me like this!" she protested.



"Why not?"



"Why not? Because I'm having a fucking shower and it's totally inappropriate, that's why not!" 



"I thought you wanted me to update you on how my date went last night?" 



"Yes but on Monday, in the office, not when I'm...hang on, how did you even get in?"



"All the rooms are in my name," he smiled, it was infuriating how he didn't take her anger seriously, "I just had to ask front desk for a spare key and here I am." 



"Okay, well you've had your fun, can you leave now?"



"In a minute," he said, reaching past her to grab a bottle of shower gel and popping the cap open. She watched as he poured some into his hand, worked it into a lather and started to clean himself. Her mouth hung open as he rubbed it over his arms, the nerve of this man! How much did he think he could get away with? And how did he always seem to turn up when she was naked?



"This is nice shower gel," he smiled, "It smells like honey."



"Would you leave for fuck's sake?"



"Oh, am I annoying you?" he said, suddenly looking hurt.



"Are you annoying...of course you fucking are!" she almost spat with frustration, "Who do you think you are walking in on me like this?"



"In my defence I didn't know you were in here, I thought you'd still be in bed," he said, then cast his gaze across her naked body, "Though I must say, it's a pleasant surprise that you're not."

<hr pg="4" />"Right, that's enough," she said, "You need to go. Right now."



"Can I at least tell you how my date went?"



"Must you?"



"It's what I came in here for," he replied, "I thought you wanted to know and this way the suspense is over quickly."



She stared daggers at him for a moment, the steam spiralling round them. 



"Fine, get it over with."



"Well...you were right, Margot was interested in me," he said, "Very interested."



"There's no accounting for taste," she snapped.



"So I took her out for dinner, that much you know," he said, ignoring the barbed comment, "And what can I say? We got on like a house on fire. She positively adored me. I even convinced her to spend the night."



Despite her anger, that raised her curiosity.



"Oh yes? And how did that go?" she tried not to sound too interested.



"She was very good, excellent in fact," he beamed, "Do you have any shampoo?"



"Huh, I hadn't expected that," she replied.



"Not as...enthusiastic as yourself of course, but certainly talented."



Don't ask the question you want to ask, don't do it!



"Was she...as good as me?"



Shit.



"She was a bit reserved in comparison," CJ said, reaching past her for a bottle of shampoo he'd spotted, "As for better? It's a tough one."



"How do you mean reserved?"



"A gentleman should not tell," said CJ, "But as it's you my dear...promise not to tell?"



"Okay."



"She wasn't as forthcoming as you in certain ways."



"Certain ways?" She couldn't hide her interest now.



"Let's just say oral was off the table. It might be some time to convince her to go doggy style too," CJ said. He didn't need to add that she'd done both of those things with him during their first time. What did that say about her? Was she the enthusiastic young lover, game for a wild night or the slutty whore to Margot's refined and elegant older woman?



Christ in heaven woman, stop this. Get him out of here. 



"No more blowjobs for CJ eh?" she smirked, Jesus was she going to flirt him out of here?



"None at all, unless you're keen for another practice?" 



"Oh no, you're getting nothing else from me now mister. Our time is over."



"A pity," he said, his eyes darting down her body and drinking her in even as she covered herself with her arms. She stared back shyly, starting to feel nervous but also slightly proud of the fact she attracted him as much as she did. He was in great shape for his age too and it was hard not to notice and be impressed, the rivulets of water running down him only enhanced his physique. He obviously wasn't a young man, but he could pass for a man in his forties with no trouble at all. A healthy one too.



"So..." she said, after a long silence, "Are you going to leave now?"



"I will, have no fear," he said sincerely, "But can I ask one last favour?"



"Oh Jesus, you're always asking for one more thing," she sighed.



"This is the last one I promise. One more thing?"



"And then you'll leave? You have to swear that you'll leave! This can't keep happening."



"I swear to you Cat, one last thing and I'll leave."



"Okay, you'd better not be lying to me. Now what do you want?"



"A kiss."



"A kiss?"



"Yes, just that. One kiss."



"Nothing else? No blowjobs, no fingering, tit sucking or fucking me up against the wall?"



"Cat, I swear to you, one last kiss is all I want and you know I keep my word. Just one more before we turn our back on this forever."



She stared up at him and mulled it over as best she could. Her heart was pounding, her brain working a million miles an hour and it was hard to think straight. One more kiss? It was nothing. She'd kissed him loads of times. Get it done, get it out the way and this is over. One more kiss. 



"Okay," she said, "You can kiss me."



CJ smiled and leaned towards her. 



As he stood a good foot and half taller than her, he had to lean quite far. His lips met hers as his hand simultaneously came up to cup her cheek gently and Cat saw his eyes close. He kissed her softly, as though tenderly caressing someone he deeply cared for and after only a few seconds, Cat started to respond. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, then the arm that was covering her breasts fell away and she lightly touched his face. 



As the water continued to fall, they said their final goodbyes. Their lips worked together, occasionally parting but then always finding each other again. No other parts of their bodies were touching, just their mouths and their hands lightly brushing one another's cheeks. As it went on, Cat felt her outrage at him barging in on her falling away. There were times when she loathed CJ but during unguarded moments like this, it seemed like he genuinely held some affection for her. She knew she should break it off but it was nice, the water was warm and the feel of his mouth on hers was pleasant and romantic. 



Finally, after about two and a half minutes CJ broke away from her. Cat stared up at him with wide eyes as he patted her face lovingly.



"Thank you," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice, "That was beautiful." He turned as if to leave. 



Cat didn't think, she only reacted, her arm shot out and her hand grabbed him by the elbow. It was a reflex action and as soon as it happened she realised how it would look, but it was too late. CJ paused, looked back at her and smiled. 



Then he swept her up in his arms and their mouths joined once more. Cat's eyes shut and she flung both arms round his broad torso as he returned to her, taking one step backwards and feeling the wall of the cubicle press against her back. Cat's lips parted and their tongues snaked together as the water continued to fall. Their chests were pressed together now, so tightly that water gathered around her breasts before reaching the tops and running down the sides. 



CJ had been flaccid when he first got into the shower and maybe that had disarmed her a little. Without that ludicrous member pointing at her she'd let him stay longer than she'd planned, he'd spent the night emptying it into Margot after all, how much could he have left? But now there was no mistaking the hardness she felt pressed into her lower stomach, he was waking up. As they continued their passionate embrace it grew bigger and soon there was no avoiding it, CJ was fully erect and pressed into her. 



For her part though Cat did nothing to discourage him. Her hands were pressed into his back, pulling him forward and the enormity of his erection was making her excited again. She knew she should stop this, call time and get him to leave but she'd desired this all week. She'd managed to take control once though and could do it again. She hated CJ but she desired him too and indulging in an enthusiastic kiss in a shower with his muscular form and huge weapon pressed against her was her reward for abstaining all week. She'd stop any second now but she deserved some compensation, even if she didn't get to fuck him. 



The kiss began to get more heated as CJ placed one hand round the back of her head and almost forced her forwards, Cat responding enthusiastically as his tongue explored her. At the same time, her left hand traced a path down his body, groping his muscles and examining every part of his torso. She relished in every little detail and her fingers eventually worked their way to the base of his stomach and down. CJ stepped back a bit to give her room and she found him, taking the shaft in her palm and closing her grip. 



CJ broke the kiss and they gazed longingly at one another as she began to pump him. Unable to bear the intensity of his eyes on hers, she leaned in to plant a kiss on his chest, followed by a second and a third. Then without thinking, she was lowering herself, kissing his body each inch of the way. 



Her brain was screaming at her to stop now but it was almost as if she'd become detached from the situation. It was like she was watching someone else in the shower with CJ rather than actually being there for real. Dropping to her knees, she took one last innocent glance up at him, then opened her mouth wide. 



CJ inhaled deeply and tossed his head back as she popped his engorged helmet into the warm wetness of her mouth. She sucked lightly at him, then resumed pumping him with her hand and worked him in a bit more. This was going a lot further than planned but it was okay, she was still going to call time at any moment. This was crossing the line but it wasn't full sex and was only some last minute fooling around, she had no intention of going all the way. 



As she sucked him even deeper she was reminded of how massive he was. Graham wasn't exactly unequipped and when they'd first slept together, she'd been impressed by his size but CJ had several inches on him and was thicker too. It would have been nice to feel him inside her one last time but she wasn't going to let that happen, he'd have to be satisfied with a blowjob she had no intention of finishing. CJ might be Margot's now, but Cat had this over the uptight bitch at least. She may have bossed her around all week but guess what? Her new boyfriend's dick was in her mouth now and Margot hadn't even tried. The thought sent a flood of adrenaline coursing through her body and with her free hand, she slipped two fingers inside her. 



"Mmmm, you are good at that," CJ purred as she took another deep suck on him. Cat didn't reply, she just took CJ's cock out of her mouth and then looked up at him as she ran her tongue along his length, gently lapped at the end and then popped it back in. She had to close her eyes when a few drops of water splashed into them but she didn't hesitate once. 



CJ wasn't even touching her. One of his hands was on his hip and the other was pressed into the glass wall. He wasn't controlling or forcing her, it was all her. She was willingly sucking him off and she could stop whenever she chose. Margot's new boyfriend was so unfulfilled he had to come to Cat for oral sex, take that you stuck up cow. 



After a further minute of her enthusiastic sucking though, CJ stopped her. Reaching down he placed one hand on her shoulder and holding her in place, pulled out. Cat had planned on giving him a few more seconds and then calling it quits so was slightly disappointed that he'd relinquished this bit of control, but then his hand dropped to her arm and he guided her to her feet. He leaned down and they kissed again, mouths fully open, tongues intertwined. 



CJ took hold of her breasts, squeezing each other in turn as they kissed. The heavy orbs were drenched and ached pleasurably as he groped them, his thumb brushing her stiff nipples. Then he dropped his hand between her legs and she found herself widening her stance, his fingertips gliding down the front of her pussy and two of his digits slipping inside. 



"Oh God," Cat gasped, CJ breaking the kiss to lean down and start sucking at her tits. His free hand lifted one to his mouth as his fingers probed, igniting an intense rush within her as he rubbed her inner core. Cat's back was pressed against the wall and the spray of water was hitting CJ between his shoulder blades as he lapped at her chest. Men loved her breasts, they always did. 



She initially didn't realise he'd let go of them and was just sucking them. It was only when his free hand reached behind her thigh and lifted her leg up at an angle that she noticed it was gone. For a moment she was unsure what he was doing, then as her back slipped up the wet plastic surface of the wall, it clicked. He was lifting her up into the apt position, he meant to penetrate her. 



This was definitely taking things too far but even so...did she not deserve to feel it one last time? As much as she despised CJ sometimes, he did have the biggest cock she'd ever experienced and it had felt so good before. Maybe this was more than fooling around, but she'd managed to stop him the other night and he'd obeyed. He'd stop if she asked him and she would, a few seconds wouldn't hurt. 



She said nothing as CJ took hold of his shaft and angled it into position. Cat's right leg was lifted out at an angle and with her back against the wall, it was easy for him to hold her steady as the head found her entrance and CJ pushed. 



He didn't so much enter as glide inexorably inside her. Cat bit her lip as the first few inches moved into her body, then without pausing for a second CJ continued to work his way in. He lifted her fully off the ground as he went, her left leg wrapping round the back of his calf to stabilise herself while her body filled up with meat. Just like she remembered, it didn't hurt but she was stretched and the sensation was overwhelming. CJ let go of her right leg and she squeezed it tightly round his waist as the last few inches found their way in. He paused for a second then shifted her up so they were eye level, her legs and arms holding him tightly. 



For a second or so he held her there, then he began to thrust. Every nerve ending sang its delight as Cat surrendered to him, a week of pent up frustration and yearning finally giving in. Their mouths joined yet again, meeting in a violent, lust-crazed kiss. Cat gasped for breath as CJ pushed his fat unprotected cock into her, grinding her hips into him and meeting his every move. 



That was when CJ did something that really astounded her. Both his hands dropped beneath her buttocks, took a firm grip and with a light push, he encouraged her to lift her left leg further up him. Holding her steadily in place, he took a step backwards. The pressure against Cat's back was suddenly gone and gravity made her slide further onto him and her jaw dropped in delight. CJ took her weight as if she was nothing and still holding her in place, began to piston up into her. 



He was fucking her while standing up! Nobody, not Graham or any of her other past lovers ever managed this. They'd tried against a wall during their honeymoon but gave up because it was too awkward. The closest she'd ever got to this was sitting on top of a chest of drawers while Graham entered her, but she'd long abandoned any hope that someone would do this to her for real. And now CJ was doing it with no apparent effort whatsoever, on a slippery floor too! 



"Oh...my...God..." she managed between gasps, the shower nozzle spraying water into her back as CJ pistoned furiously into her. She buried her head in the crook of his shoulder as he slammed nine inches into her hard and fast. Overcome with the sensation, she lost the ability to speak and could only babble incoherently as he kept fucking her. 



She had to stop this soon, it was getting beyond ridiculous but then CJ took one hand away and used it to spank her, slapping each buttock in turn and making the flesh sting. 



"You are better than Margot," he growled, spanking her once more. It should have made her feel ashamed, instead it turned her on more. Her boss was fucking her upright in a shower the day after getting a new girlfriend! She'd always considered herself a decent person, but she was having unprotected sex with a man over twice her age, in a hotel room behind her husband's back.



Behind Graham's back. 



Oh fuck! What the hell was she doing? As she thought of her spouse, the reality of her situation dawned on her. She shouldn't be doing this, she shouldn't have done any of the things she'd done this week! She had to stop, she didn't want to be an adulterer. As she realised this, Cat was hit with a wave of guilt. This was by a considerable margin the worst thing she'd ever done and she had to end it, immediately! She had to...



CJ speared into her yet again and somehow, despite the shame or perhaps because of it, the orgasm took her. Feeling almost irretrievably wretched, she reached the point of no return and her pussy started to spasm, clamping tightly round CJ's cock. She dug her fingernails into his back as a desperate cry of intense pleasure and utter humiliation escaped from her. CJ increased his pace as she screamed, pumping deeper into her as she reached her crescendo.



As her every fibre was rent with pleasure a distant thought struck her. She'd decided this was only a bit of fooling around, but she'd never told CJ! He wouldn't stop, wouldn't pull out, he'd keep going until...



The thought of him cumming inside her both terrified and thrilled her, to the point that it made her spasm again, a second orgasm crashing into her just as the first was starting to subside. She emitted a silent, wordless scream, unable to make any noise as she reached her peak. CJ meanwhile was lifting and dropping her onto his cock, ruthlessly fucking her and sending water spray in all directions. At last his legs trembled and he briefly stumbled until he steadied himself by pressing her back into the wall again. 



Cat was still clenching him tightly when he went off. Her orgasm was just beginning to subside as he slid in smoothly, luxuriously deep and she felt him go. He almost roared in triumph as he finally got his way, several thick jets of cum blasting into her. He held her there and she could do nothing but look over his shoulder as he ejaculated, shooting several more loads into her well-fucked pussy as she stared at the wedding ring on her finger. 



It was only supposed to be a kiss.



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Epilogue:



Cat had never set out to cheat on her husband. Her wedding day had been one of the greatest experiences of her life and when she said her vows she meant them completely. She never intended to be anything less than a loving and faithful wife and she truly loved Graham more than anyone else in the world. She'd welcomed the feel of the white gold ring as he slid it onto her finger and committed herself to him forever, but now the sight of that same metal band seemed to mock her. It represented all of her broken promises and made her feel flushed with guilt. Even as she thought back over recent events, she couldn't figure out exactly how she reached this point. The seduction had been so gradual that it was difficult to pinpoint when it changed from a bit of playful flirting into something sordid and she felt utterly, terribly ashamed at herself.



But strangely, those same feelings had a flipside. They intensified every minor detail and magnified each aspect of these sensations that were supposed to be forbidden to her. So as she lay there on the most comfortable bed she'd ever felt in her life, drenched in sweat, naked as the day she was born and with another man's cock thrusting into her, her emotions were a heady mixture of lust and guilt that made the orgasm rising within her increasingly hard to resist.



It was about ninety minutes since their escapade in the shower and somehow, despite all the terrible things they'd done, she'd still found a way to compound her betrayal. They'd got out, dried off and barely said a word to one another until CJ suggested they order a room service breakfast. She hadn't wanted to face the outside world, that meant accepting reality and she couldn't do that yet. Couldn't face what she'd done, what she'd allowed herself to become.



And somehow, CJ managed to talk his way inside her yet again. She was on all fours, she was naked and that massive cock was entering her from behind. The sun's rays were poking through the curtains and turning the whole room a burnt orange colour which seemed to make things even more sordid. She hated CJ then, despised him more than she thought possible but hating herself too. For all that he sickened her, she also desired him. She wanted him to fuck her, treat her like a whore. She wanted her best friend's dad to use her in every sadistic way he liked and she hated that she couldn't find the strength to say no. 



She also detested the way he made her orgasm each and every time. Just once she wanted to hold on, see him finish first and feel like she'd got some self-control back. But he was showing no sign of slowing down or getting close and she could feel the pleasure building in her once more. 

<hr pg="5" />She was saved by the sound of a mobile phone ringtone. It was 'Gold Digger' by Kanye West, the song she'd assigned to Graham. It was a private joke between them, normally it made her smile.



"Stop...stop a minute," she gasped, making CJ pause, "I have to answer that."



"Are you sure," CJ purred, sliding in as far as he could.



"Oh mmpf...Yes! It's Graham, I have to answer."



"Okay," he said, "I'd best let you." 



He pulled out and climbed off the bed, then disappeared through the open door of the bathroom. She heard the tap running as she answered the phone.



"Hey honey," she said, collapsing onto one side and hoping he'd notice nothing different about her voice.



"Hi sweetheart," he replied, "How are you?"



"I'm good," she said as CJ walked back into the room, sipping from a tumbler of water, "You all right?"



"Yeah I'm great," he said, "Are you coming home today?"



"Umm...I..." she took in the sight of CJ's naked body, his cock still erect and a look of unbearable arrogance on his face. 



"Honey? You there?" Graham's voice crackled down the line. 



"I..." she had to go home. Delaying it, even for an hour meant truly giving in. CJ was watching and waiting for her response, he knew if she decided to stay longer she was his. She'd be throwing herself entirely into the affair. 



"Cat? Do you have a landline in your room? I think the connections' gone, can you hear me?"



"Hey," she said, "Are you still there?"



"Yeah, can you hear me?"



"Yeah, sorry I think the line dropped out for a moment there," she said, buying herself time. 



"So...are you coming home today?"



"No, not yet," she said impulsively, what was she doing? CJ set the glass down and walked over to her, his expression told her everything. He never expected her to say anything else.



"Okay, do they need you for one more day?"



"No, but as a thank you they've offered to let us use the spa here," she lied effortlessly, CJ took hold of her shoulder and rolled her onto her back, "I thought I'd take them up on the offer."



"Rough week huh?" Graham laughed. 



"Yeah, it's been tough," she said as CJ ran his friends up her body, took hold of both breasts and squeezed them together, "I could do with unwinding. Plus it's a free spa. Gotta take advantage."



"Okay no worries," her husband replied, "It'll give me a chance to catch up on those horror DVDs you hate."



"Yeah," she said as CJ placed one hand between her legs and slipped two fingers into her, making her writhe as she tried to restrain herself. 



"Besides I bet you could do with a break, can't be easy working with that old pervert boss all the time."



"No...he's a real jerk," CJ lifted the slippery fingers to her mouth and she licked them clean, "I caught him staring at me a few times." Like now, spread-eagled on a bed with no clothes on. 



"You're very easy on the eye honey," Graham laughed, "I can't blame him completely. Have a great time in the spa and I'll see you tomorrow. Love you."



"Love you too," that at least wasn't a lie. The call disconnected and she put the phone down, looking at CJ as he stood by the side of the bed, holding her legs open. 



"You on the other hand, are a fucking arsehole," she said.



"Maybe, but you love it," he said. He moved into place and found her entrance again.



She did love it. God damn her, she did love it. 



Cat closed her eyes, gripped the edge of the mattress and gasped in illicit delight as nine inches of meat speared into her.

