TITLE    : More Practice Dates
STORYID  : more-practice-dates
SUMMARY  : A married woman struggles to resist continuing an affair.
AUTHOR   : sj14@lit
DATE     : 2014-11-11
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wife|adultery|jacuzzi|upside down blowjob|


<i>Author's note: This is the sequel to my earlier story, 'Practice Dates.' I don't condone any of the behaviour but it's just a story, it's not real so try not to take it too seriously.



Also before anyone points it out, I'm well aware the characters 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, she felt a pit open 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. 



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, God damn that fucking bastard!



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 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. Despite her promise yesterday evening, she wasn't wearing the underwear he bought her. She wasn't going to let anything happen again. 



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. 



"Oh, hi 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 and 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 smoothly, "Now I know your husband is getting back tonight and you'll want some time together, but I'll need you here by Wednesday 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 Wednesday 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 the sex was always good, 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 wouldn't 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."



"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 again right?



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. 

<hr pg="2" />Deciding to enjoy the hotel while she was here, Cat stripped off and enjoyed a long hot bath, before curling up on the bed in a white cotton bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. She was flicking through the channels when there was a knock on the door and her heart leapt into her throat.



It was CJ, he was grinning from ear to ear, his tie was undone and hanging loose and there was a wine bottle and two glasses in his hands.



"As promised," he said, "May I come in?"



"Of course," she said. No, no you idiot! Turn him away, tell him you're going to sleep...



But it was too late, CJ walked in, placed the glasses down and casually filled them both. 



"You missed a terrific meal tonight, you really must join us tomorrow," he said.



"Well I thought I should take it easy," she said, "I was just about to go to sleep actually, I don't want to be tired tomorrow."



"Oh I'm sure one glass of wine won't hurt," he said holding the glass out to her, "And if it puts you at ease I'll refer you back to my earlier promise, I will not try anything."



"Okay," she said, accepting the glass, "Just one glass."



****



Two and a half glasses of wine later, Cat was really starting to question what was happening. She at least tried to be stand-offish, but CJ was relaxed, casual and seemed incredibly comfortable just talking to her. Her defences were ground down and it wasn't long before her residual anger evaporated and she simply enjoyed his company. And the more relaxed she became, the more she felt a reluctant horniness creep into her. 



The talk was pleasant enough, but there was an underlying sexual tension to their conversation. They only chatted about the damage to the Bristol office and a few financial issues, there was nothing at all flirtatious about it. But CJ had a glint in his eye and she couldn't help but smiling at him, there shouldn't be this much of a charged atmosphere when talking about cleaning up graffiti! 



And at some point, they both ended up on the bed lying next to one another. CJ was fully clothed of course, he'd only kicked off his shoes, but Cat was increasingly conscious about the fact she only had a bathrobe on. 



"Well, this has been a very enjoyable glass of wine my dear," he said, refilling her glass again, "But I should probably be going. It's getting late." He didn't move at all.



"You old devil," she said, "Are you trying something?"



"What?" he said, a look of purest innocence on his face.



"This was only meant to be one glass," she said, "Now we're on our third, are you trying to get me drunk?"



"We have an important job tomorrow," he said smiling, "That would be terribly unprofessional of me."



"Well so are office relationships," she said, raising the glass to her lips.



"We're not having an office relationship," he replied, "I promised not to try anything remember? Unless of course, you're trying something with me?"



"I wouldn't dream of it," she laughed.



"That's a shame," he sighed, "But at least it was fun while it lasted." 



"Yes, but I don't think we should do it again," she said seriously.



"Why? Did you not enjoy it?"



"Well maybe a little," she said, "But you're my boss, I'm married..."



"Quite right," he said, "I'm glad we could be mature about it. Anyway I promised not to talk about it, stop bringing it up!"



"I'm not bringing it up!" she laughed.



"You are," he said, "I've been having a serious discourse about the Bristol office. It's not my fault you keep bringing us back to our weekend together."



"Oh stop it," she said, punching him lightly on the shoulder, "I see what you're trying to do. You want me drunk and admitting things."



"What on earth would you have to admit?" 



She said nothing, but smiled and turned crimson.



"Did you enjoy yourself more than you let on?" he asked.



She still said nothing.



"It's okay," he said, "There's nobody here. Just us and the walls. You can confess to anything you like."



"Okay, I can tell you want to hear it," she said, "It was amazing sex."



"So you did enjoy it!"



"Of course I enjoyed it," she said, unable to stop herself now she'd started, "I hate to admit this but it was fucking incredible."



He grinned from ear to ear and placed one hand on her thigh.



"And you'd like some more?"



"No, I...we can't," she said, her heart thumping rapidly in her chest. But she didn't move his hand. 



"Okay," he said, then just as quickly his hand was gone again. 



Was that it? Was he giving up that easily? 



"Anyway, I should probably let you get some sleep," he said.



"You don't have to go yet," she said, turning to face him and letting the robe fall open slightly. It didn't expose anything, it just showed a bit more of her cleavage and she noticed his eyes dart south. What the hell was she doing? She didn't want to sleep with him, but she was enjoying their time together and didn't want it to end yet.



"We could...just finish the wine first," she said. 



"Well since you asked," he said smiling, "You know you look incredible in that bathrobe? Nearly as nice as you did in that underwear I bought you."



Her eyes darted to her luggage and back again. 



"What did you just look at?" he said, leaning over to look where her eyes wandered and seeing the half empty suitcase.



"Oh my," he said, turning back to her, "Did you bring my gift with you?"



His hand reached on to her again. She had to fight this! She had to think of her husband and her marriage vows, but her body was a heady cocktail of wine and lust. How the fuck did he keep doing this to her? She wanted him, she ached to feel him again but she couldn't...



"Now why would you bring my gift with you if you didn't want anything?" 



"CJ please..." she managed to moan as her leaned forward and their lips came together. She closed her eyes as she opened her mouth and his tongue flickered against hers, one hand reaching up to gently cup the side of her head as his other eased open the bathrobe. 



"Please..." she gasped as he broke the kiss and looked her intently in the eye. The bathrobe was untied now and he was gently pushing it aside. 



"Please don't..." 



"Don't what?" he said casually as his hand worked down her body and between her legs.



"Please...oh," she gasped with barely contained delight as she felt his fingers pressing against her femininity, "Oh please don't stop!" 



And with that, she reached behind his head and pulled him in to kiss her again as his fingers worked their way gently into her slit. This was wrong, this was so wrong! She had sworn she wouldn't let it happen, but his fingers were working their way in, she was wet and alive with lust. They kissed passionately as she opened her legs wider, CJ sliding another finger in. He pressed her gently into the soft fabric of the bed and she pulled him down with her, not wanting to break the kiss as he fingered her leisurely.



Cat knew they should stop. Part of her still protested that they should stop, but it was beaten down by the pure physical pleasure. CJ had three fingers inside her now while his thumb worked her clit and Cat's body was alive with electricity. Maybe, it would be okay if it lasted just a bit longer...



"Oh Christ," she said pulling her head away from him, "We have to stop, we have to stop!" 



"Are you sure?" he said soothingly as a fourth finger worked inside her. Cat tossed her head back in pleasure and bit her lip but couldn't stop a cry escaping. He felt incredible and she didn't want it to end yet, but summoning all her will she spoke again.



"Yes," she said, pure sensation pulsing through her, "I can't, I can't!"



But as she breathed the last word, she realised it was too late. CJ even started to slide his hand out but she grabbed his wrist and held him in place as her gasps of pleasure turned into one loud cry of exquisite delight. Taking the hint, CJ continued to finger her furiously as she tossed her head back, fingers clawing at the bed sheets and the fire between her legs exploded into climax. 



She lay there gasping, stunned by the intensity of her orgasm as CJ stood up. As her breath subsided, she was dimly aware that he was undressing and she sat up to see him approaching her naked. In the half light of the bedside lamp, his cock looked even bigger than she remembered. It was thick and swollen and he obviously wanted her again. The sight of it also brought back memories of how it felt inside her and she felt herself longing for that feeling again. 



But she had to draw the line somewhere.



"No CJ," she said, "We can't."



"Are you sure?" he said, "Nobody has to know." 



"I would know, I'm sorry," she said, "But I can't let you fuck me." 



"Okay," he said sadly and for a moment she felt bad. She'd been a willing participant until a few seconds ago and he was obviously horny, she couldn't help but feel like a cock tease. 



"No wait," she said as he reached for his clothes, "Come here."



He paused, let go of the shirt he'd just picked up and then walked over to her. She sat up on the edge of the bed and watched him approach, his member swaying between his legs and still pointing hungrily at her.



"Let me...let me just feel it once more," she said as she reached out and wrapped her fingers round his thick shaft. CJ closed his eyes and took a deep sigh of pleasure as she slowly worked her hand down his length. God but he was huge, how had she ever managed to fit him in before? He was hot, heavy and slippery with pre-cum, more of it trickling out the end as she stroked him gently. 



This was okay right? It was still cheating, but it wasn't like they were fucking. Cat knew she should feel guilty again, but her shame was pushed down inside her again, overcome with the sheer thrill. It wasn't proper cheating, they were just fooling around. If anyone ever found out, she could at least say she didn't fuck him. 



"That feels so good," CJ moaned and despite herself she felt a certain pride at the pleasure she was giving. Her hand was coated in pre-cum now and she wanted him inside her, but she had to resist that urge.



"I'm sorry you can't fuck me," she said, "For both of us."



"That's all right," he said, "Just don't stop." 



"I won't," she said, "If you promise never to tell."



"I promise never to tell."



"Good boy," she said, maybe she could take this further without it being cheating? "Now, don't tell anyone about this either."



And with that, she opened her mouth wide and before she could think twice, gulped down on CJ's cock and took the first four inches into her. CJ gave a startled cry of delight, then gently reached down and stroked her hair as she sucked him. She continued to pump at his shaft with her hand as she worked the crown with her tongue, then feeling deliciously naughty she let go, sat back, pulled the towel from her head and shrugged the bathrobe off. 



"Thought you'd like a better look," she grinned, before taking hold of his cock again and redirecting it into her mouth. 



"Oh my God you are incredible," he grunted as she relished the feel of that thick member inside her mouth again. She worked it deeper and deeper, her saliva mixing with the pre-cum as she looked up into his eyes. Her other hand reached down between her thighs and she fingered herself as she sucked him, his hand now pushing her enthusiastically down his length. 



"Oh Jesus, you are so wicked," he said, then took hold of her shoulders and pushed him off her, "Now get on your back."



"I forgot you liked it like this," she smiled, shifting onto her back so that her head was just below his cock. She grabbed it in her hand and happily welcomed him back into her, CJ taking hold of her tits as he started to thrust into her mouth. Soon, Cat felt her nose reaching his sack as he face fucked her, gripping onto her tits and pushing himself inside her roughly. She could feel the bed shaking and briefly wondered if any of her work colleagues were in the adjacent rooms listening in, but it soon became lost in the intoxicating mess of illicit thoughts rushing through her mind. 



And then she started to see spots of colour flash before her eyes. She had three fingers inside her and the intensity of their forbidden hook-up became too much. Her body began to shake and she gargled helplessly with CJ's cock in her mouth as a second orgasm took her. Almost immediately, she felt him swell and then explode. He gripped her tits firmly in place as he pumped several jets of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. Cat continued to quiver with delight as it flooded her and while she swallowed most, some inevitably dribbled out the corner of her lips. 



Finally, CJ's orgasm subsided and he pulled out of her. Cat rolled onto her side, wiping his cum from her face and sucking her fingers clean. She collapsed in a post-orgasmic daze and didn't protest as CJ got into bed next to her, wrapped his arm round her and held her close. She should probably tell him to leave, but it was nice and she didn't want him to. She snuggled her naked body back against him, feeling his huge but now soft member pressed against her buttocks and tried not to think of her husband. They'd gone too far but she'd at least stood her ground in one respect. They hadn't fucked. That thought was surprisingly comforting as she found herself falling asleep in CJ's muscular embrace. 



****



When she awoke six hours later though, she felt the familiar resurgence of guilt. She'd done this before, woken up naked in CJ's arms and promised herself it wouldn't happen again. But here she was, his arm round her and his hot breath caressing the back of her neck. What the hell was he doing to her? She hadn't had full sex with him sure, but she hadn't exactly behaved like the loyal wife she thought she was. She was going to have to stop this before it went any further and they did something really stupid. 



But then CJ shifted slightly in his sleep and she felt his cock press against her. He was hard again and she couldn't help but tremble with repressed desire. Trying not to move too much, she pressed back gently and his rigid member rubbed against her naked buttocks. She didn't want to have sex with him, she just wanted to feel it again, there was nothing wrong with that. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin and a few wicked thoughts rushed through her. They'd been in a similar position when they first woke up together in his apartment. All she did then was reach behind her, hold her legs open and shift him inside. It had been easy, all it would take was a similar move now. She'd spent an entire weekend with him, would once more really be so bad?



No, she had to be strong and resolving that it would go no further, she began to inch away from him. She needed a shower anyway and a few minutes alone in the hot water would give her a chance to think. She slipped out from under the duvet and headed over to the bathroom. She looked back at CJ shyly, she didn't want him to see her naked again but he was fast asleep. 



Seconds later, she stood blissfully under the shower head as water cascaded down her body. She needed it, a chance to clear her head, temper the forbidden lust and settle on a plan. She was under no illusions, CJ wasn't interested in her romantically, he just wanted to fuck her. She couldn't deny that it was mutual, even with the age difference he was incredibly attractive but it couldn't happen. One weekend was enough. 



But, she reflected, if she'd been single things would have been different. She'd let him fuck her and she'd enjoy it too. It was certainly good last time and as she thought back on the previous weekend, couldn't stop her hand straying between her legs again.



That was when the bathroom door opened. 



"So there you are," CJ said happily, then without the slightest hesitation, pulled the shower door open and stepped in with her, smiling that same roguish smile, "Good morning."



"Uh...hi," Cat said backing away from him, trying to cover her breasts and retain some dignity, but not succeeding much. CJ was between her and the door. 



"You don't mind if I use this?" he said, reaching past her to grab a bottle of shower gel. 



"No, help yourself," she said, watching him pop the cap open and squeeze some of the soap into his hands. He worked it into lather and rubbed it over his body, Cat's eyes following as his hands moved in circles. He was a big, muscular man and if his head was replaced with that of a twenty-five year old, it wouldn't look out of place. 



He whistled happily to himself as she continued to watch him, unsure of what to do. She was painfully aware of how vulnerable she was. CJ was over a foot taller than her and clearly much stronger. If he wanted to, he could force himself on her and she wouldn't be able to stop him at all. In a way that was strangely exciting, the thought of being entirely in his power, unable to resist...



"Cat, please don't let me stop you," he said suddenly, breaking her train of thought.



"Stop me?" she said, "What do you mean?"



"Well it looked like you were just starting to enjoy yourself when I came in," he smirked, "Don't let me put you off. I can even help you if you like?"



"Jesus CJ," she spluttered, "I'm not going to masturbate in front of you."



"So let me help," he said, every word dripping with arrogance, "What were you thinking about? Was it me?"



"I..." she blushed crimson.



"I thought so," he grinned, "I know you think we should never do anything again, but Catherine my dear, you just have to say the word and I'm all yours." 



She didn't know what to say to that. The nerve of the old bastard was starting to grate on her, but at the same time she couldn't deny it was tempting. The longer she stayed in this shower with him the more likely it was she'd give in and make herself his slut, she had to get out. 



"CJ listen," she said, "I meant what I said last night. I'm a married woman and this has to stop."



"I know, exciting isn't it?"



"Seriously, I...I don't want us to ever do anything like this again," she said.



"Suit yourself," he said casually, his easy acceptance of her ditching him was strangely infuriating, "But can I ask one thing?"



"If you must," she sighed.



"One more kiss."



"What?"



"One more kiss," he said, still soaping himself, "Then we go back to how it was. Just workmates, the odd bit of flirting and nothing more."



"One more kiss?" she repeated angrily.



"Yes, that's all," he said, "What can I say, I like kissing you."



"Here?" 



"Well why not?" he said, "Besides, after everything we've done, is one more kiss really so bad?"



He did have a point there. 



"Okay, but that's all," she said.



"Good," he said turning square on to her and advancing like a predator. His cock was rock hard and pointing directly at her again and Cat backed away instinctively, but the wall of the shower stopped her. For a moment, she thought he was going to try something, but then raised one hand and gently stroked her cheek. Their eyes met and for a moment she was transfixed, staring up at him as he gazed back longingly, then he leaned forward and their lips met.



And Cat's body was awash with passion again. He was gentler than he had ever been and Cat found herself returning the kiss, their lips softly pressing together. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the sweet sensation of their mouths entwining while the water continued to cascade down, running in rivulets down their naked bodies. Without even realising it, she reached up and stroked his muscles with one hand, subtly enticing him forward.



Then their bodies connected fully, CJ's broad frame pressing her petite body into the wall behind her as they continued to kiss. Her large, soaking breasts pushed up against his chest and her legs started to tremble with excitement. His massive manhood was caught between them, pushing against the base of her stomach and Cat knew the battle was lost. She was his and she wanted him. He could take her right now and she wouldn't protest, He could hook his hands beneath her thighs, lift her up and impale her and she wouldn't say a word. She'd be his hotel shower slut and she wanted it, she wanted it so bad...

<hr pg="3" />But instead CJ broke the kiss abruptly, stroked her face softly once more and then backed away.



"That was lovely," he said softly, "Thank you." 



Then he stepped out the shower, pulled a towel around himself and walked out the bathroom, leaving her alone in the water and throbbing with unfulfilled desire. 



****



Her room was empty and CJ's clothes were gone when Cat emerged from the shower. She didn't know what to think anymore. On the one hand, she was relieved that CJ backed away when she asked him, but on the other she was feeling incredibly let down. He had driven her wild with lust, taken her to the edge and then just...stopped. It was both a major relief and a massive disappointment. She knew that he was attracted to her, how could he simply turn it off like that? His self-control only emphasised her lack of it and she didn't know who she was angrier at. 



But, she hadn't cheated. She'd been dangerously close but it didn't happen and as she got dressed for work, that thought began to override all others. Her horniness faded then disappeared altogether, leaving the relief. She told him no and he obeyed. She wanted him but she never said so, he just took one kiss and then left. She was obviously in more control than she realised. 



Feeling strangely proud she finished dressing and went downstairs. She met James and Colin, her two colleagues who'd travelled up with her and they breakfasted together. They talked about the day ahead, wondering aloud how bad the damage could be and how long they'd be up here sorting things out. At one point James told her about the meal she missed the night before and insisted that she join them tonight. There was a pesto pasta dish that she simply had to try and she graciously accepted the invitation. 



Breakfast over, James drove them all to the office and it was a warzone. CJ was already there, helping to co-ordinate the repair effort and he barely said a word to them as they turned up. Instead Cat was greeted by a woman in her early thirties named Janice, who seemed to be the most senior member of staff here. She sent James and Colin to help CJ, then sat down with Cat to go through the remaining computers to see how many files they could retrieve. 



It was a long day and there was a desperation to their work. She was there from nine until six with only one half hour break and the lack of sleep the previous night started to tell. Even so, she noticed that Janice always differed to CJ. She might have been imagining it, but she thought she was flirting with him. 



The day was so busy though that CJ didn't say more than ten words to her and when they retired to the hotel, she was tired, hungry and trying to fight the feelings of rejection. She tried the pasta, but she was so sleepy by then that she could barely keep her eyes open so went upstairs early to collapse on her bed. 



It seemed so much bigger without CJ and she started to feel lonely. She pulled out her mobile and rang Graham, but he was going to the Pub for a Darts tournament and couldn't talk long. He could tell she was tired and told her to hang in there. When she mentioned the hotel spa facilities he even suggested she spend Saturday there, enjoying them at the company's expense. After all, how often do you get a free spa retreat at a top of the range hotel? 



****



The next day was much the same but a full night's sleep did wonders for her. She was fresh, confident and in control. If CJ really was looking at Janice now, so what? She'd had her fun with him and then turned him down, the arrogant bastard would have to be content with looking at her from now on. She had a husband at home and she not only loved him dearly, the last time they slept together had been phenomenal, it could only get better from here on in. 



But even so, it was a bit of a shock when she stepped out of her room just in time to see CJ and Janice leaving together. 



At work CJ continued to ignore her and Janice gave her a string of orders. Where she seemed like a professional career woman the previous day, to Cat she was now nothing more than a stuck up bitch, a cross between a whore and a drill sergeant. She did her work seething with quiet anger all day and left at the first opportunity. 



As evening fell, Cat found herself alone in the hotel bar, debating on whether to head home that night. She had an open return train ticket, she could go back whenever she wanted. But it had been a long week and while she hadn't done anything too bad, she also didn't want to face Graham just yet, the guilt was still too much. 



"Might I join you?" CJ's voice nearly made her leap out of her seat.



"Oh Christ," she said, "You startled me."



"I'm sorry," he said taking the chair next to her, "Can I get you a drink?"



"No I'm good," she replied, "I know what you want when you start plying me with alcohol."



"Catherine, I'll get you a soft drink if you prefer," CJ said, "besides aren't you drinking already?"



"Yes but this is going to be my only glass of wine," she said firmly, "You're not going to get anything tonight."



"I wasn't expecting to," he said, "Are you angry with me?"



"Well of course I am," she said in a hushed voice, James and Colin were in the bar too. Sure they were on the other side playing a game of Pool, but she didn't want to draw any attention.



"Whatever for?"



"Whatever for?" she was incandescent with anger now, "Couldn't you...couldn't you wait just a bit longer?"



"Wait for what?" he asked, his face a mask of innocence.



"CJ I saw you leaving with Janice this morning, I've seen the way you look at each other."



"Ah yes, the delectable Janice," he smirked, "A lovely woman don't you think?"



"A lovely woman? Only two days ago we were...and now you're running around with her."



"Well yes," he said defensively, "And you have nothing to be angry about."



"What do you mean by that?"



"You said you didn't want us to do anything so I backed off. Besides, you're married and I'm your best friend's father, we were never an item. You said so yourself."



"Yes but..." she stammered helplessly, "A day?"



"Catherine, I'm sixty two years old. You have to move fast at my age or life slips you by. You for instance slipped out of my life far too quickly."



"Oh don't try putting your moves on me now," she said angrily, trying to keep her voice down. A few heads turned in their direction but James and Colin didn't seem to have noticed anything. 



"Listen," she said in a hushed tone, "Can we go somewhere private to talk about this?"



"Certainly, we can go to one of our rooms if you like."



"No, not one of our rooms," she said, "Somewhere neutral but where nobody will overhear."



"I know just the place," he said.



****



"The spa?" 



"Well why not?" CJ said, closing the door behind them, "Nobody ever comes down here at night."



"How do you know?" she asked.



"I spoke with the manager, he's an old friend of mine," he said, "And if you're worried about the staff turning up don't be, I asked him not to disturb us so we could talk in private."



"It must be nice being rich and getting whatever you want," she said, sitting down on a marble bench. The spa was big and looked luxurious, a large pool dominating the room and a series of massage tables and showers surrounding it. The lights were off but the pool was lit from below, casting a soft blue light around the room. 



"I don't always get what I want," he said, his eyes lingering on her. 



"Oh please, me?" she argued, "I bet you were thinking of Janice the whole time."



"Actually it was the other way."



"What?" 



"When I made love to Janice, I imagined you," he said arrogantly. 



That stopped her in her tracks and for a moment, she was lost for words.



"I believe you young people call it a rebound," he continued.



"Yeah right," she said, "Because you invested so much into us. All you ever wanted was to fuck me."



"That may be, but I'm not the one who is running away."



"What? I'm running away now?"



"Yes, you are," he said with a sudden intensity, "I distinctly remember that last weekend, you begged me, repeatedly I might add, to fuck you. And you admitted only two nights ago that we had phenomenal sex."



"But..."



"No buts Catherine," he interrupted, "I'm an old man. Sometimes I get lonely. And yes I did behave badly but that's only because I felt an intense physical attraction between us and I wanted to see how far it would go. I'm not looking for romance, just a bit of companionship. If you didn't feel the same thing, you wouldn't have gone along with it."



He backed away from her and the room fell silent. Cat stared at him as her mind raced, he did have a point after all. She had led him on somewhat, fuck who was she kidding, she was a willing participant every step of the way. 



"CJ," she whispered.



"Yes?"



"I'm sorry."



"What?" 



"I'm sorry," she said, fighting back tears, "For leading you on."



"No Catherine, oh my dear don't cry," he said sitting down in front of her and wiping her eyes, "The fault is all mine."



"Oh Christ CJ," she said, "I'm a cheater!" The tears flowed freely now and she found herself reaching out for a hug. He took hold of her and for a few minutes, she sobbed into his shoulder as his hand rubbed her back. 



"You are a smart, beautiful young woman," he said softly, "Graham is a lucky man."



"He's not that lucky having a slut for a wife."



"It's okay," he whispered, "Was what we did really so bad?"



"I cheated."



"Catherine, all that happened was two consenting adults who are attracted to one another had sex, that's all."



"Yeah but I'm married," she said, backing away from the hug.



"I know," he said, "But do you still love your husband?"



She nodded.



"Well, I'm not going to try and steal you away from him," he smiled, "And you can't deny we aren't attracted to each other."



"No but I shouldn't have given in," she said.



"Perhaps, but all we did is indulge in a little physical pleasure together. You're not the first person to do that and you won't be the last. We're adults, we have needs, all we did was get it out of our system."



"Okay," she said, wiping her eyes. She took two deep breaths and then smiled sadly, "I think I'm all right." 



"There you go," he said, "And hey am I really so bad? We had fun together right?"



"Yeah, I guess we did," she said softly. She was starting to calm down, it was remarkable how soothing his voice was.



"Now, I have to tell you again," he said, "You are incredible. You made an old man feel fantastic, gave me the best sex of my entire life and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."



"Okay smooth talker," she chuckled, wiping the last tear away, "You were amazing too."



"So you don't entirely regret our time together?" 



"Well..." she stopped to think, "Not entirely, the sex was fantastic but I do regret betraying Graham."



"It's only a real betrayal if you abandon him though," said CJ, "And I don't think you're going to do that."



"I'm not," she said, "I love him, more than anything."



"Good," he replied, "That's important. Trust me I was married for a long time."



"You never cheated on your wife though."



"I may have fooled around a little bit once but I never had went as far as we did no," he said, "And in some ways I regret that?"



"You regret not cheating on her?" she said.



"Well the woman was incredibly attractive and we connected like you wouldn't believe. Call me a mad old git but I don't think anything that powerful should ever be denied. It is better to do something and regret it, than never to do it at all. It doesn't mean I didn't love her, it just means I'm human."



"Okay," she sighed, "I guess you're right, I'm going to feel bad for a while but you're right, it's not a full betrayal."



"Exactly and we did have fun."



"We did indeed," she said, the corners of her mouth curling up in a slight smile.



"And at least you'll get some mileage out of that lacy underwear I bought you."



"Already have," she joked, then before she could stop herself she added, "I'm wearing them right now."



"Seriously?" he smirked, the arrogance returning.



"Well...they do make me feel confident," she said shyly. 



"As I live and breathe," he said, "Might a lonely old man get one final look before you return home and this all ends?"



"Um...I don't know," she said nervously, trying to ignore the lust that was blooming in her again. She glanced around but the spa really was empty and CJ was looking at her expectantly. 



"One look," he said, "It's even less than a kiss."



"Okay," she said, "But that's all." 



She got up from the bench and CJ took her empty seat. She walked two paces away, then stopped and turned. Very slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse and untucked it from her skirt, then let it fall from her shoulders to expose the bra. Her tits looked fantastic, big, round and perky and she felt the heat rising in her as she noticed a familiar bulge in CJ's waist. 



"Do you like what you see?" she asked, a little more seductively than she intended.



"And the rest? Do I not get to see all of you?"



"Well, since you were good yesterday morning," she said, undoing the top of her skirt.



"Yes, I was good," CJ murmured as the skirt fell from her hips. 



And just like that, she was exposed again. He had talked her down to her underwear a second time, how the fuck did he keep doing this? She had been so angry with him, so utterly infuriated with his cocky, self-praising attitude and yet somehow, he'd done it again. What was worse was that she was horny again. The bulge had grown and he was now clearly fully erect. She knew she should call a stop to this, but she didn't want to leave. She wasn't going to cheat, but if this was to be their last time together, maybe they could fool around a little more? It was only a proper cheat if she abandoned her husband after all, this was just a bit of fun.



"Don't I get to see the rest?" CJ purred at her, "You look exquisite in that underwear but you're always nicer without it."



"Oh no, you're not talking me into that again," she said, "But you always get to watch me, let me see you strip off this time."



CJ smirked ever wider then stood and began to strip off his clothes. Cat strolled up to him confidently and stopped him.



"But understand this," she said, "There really will be no touching this time."



"Not even a little?" he pouted.



"Oh you can wank yourself off as much as you like," she said firmly, "But you don't touch me."



"Sounds good to me," he said, "Might I suggest one small thing though?"



"And what's that?" she asked, hands on hips and looking defiant.



"Well, the Jacuzzi here really is to die for."



She glanced over at the circular tub in the corner of the room, lit by blue light and with reflections of the water dancing on the wall behind it. 



"Sure," she said, "Why not?"



She grabbed his hand and led him confidently over to the tub. She was in control here, not him. She would watch him masturbate, maybe even do a little herself and that would be it. It wasn't cheating. It was just a bit of self-pleasure with someone else watching. She'd done far worse.



CJ worked the controls and the Jacuzzi came to life, a thousand tiny bubbles foaming on the surface of the water as a gentle heat began to emanate from it. She stood off to one side as he stripped off, but to her disappointment she only got a brief glimpse of his cock as he stepped into the pool straight away.



"Not going to join me?" he smiled.



She smirked back at him and walked to the edge of the tub. She reached behind her back and undid the clasps of her bra, seductively working it from her shoulders. CJ's gaze never turned away as she exposed her full breasts to him, nipples already standing erect. Then, standing on the edge of the tub and only inches from his face, she hooked her fingers into the hem of her knickers and slowly eased them down.



"You are a Goddess my dear," he said earnestly. 



She sat down on the edge of the tub, her feet dangling in the warm water.



"Let me see him," she ordered, "One last time."



CJ stood up and his cock emerged from the water. He sat down beside her, their naked bodies mere centimetres apart as he opened his legs wide and let her drink him in. It wasn't such a shock anymore but she was still impressed with the sheer size of him. He was so long and thick and he seemed even bigger than before. How the hell had she ever got that monster inside her?



"CJ?" she said breathlessly.



"Uh huh?" 



"Could you...please?"



He smiled arrogantly and with his right hand, took hold of his shaft. He pumped it slowly in his grip and Cat found herself aching to touch it again. She hadn't felt this horny since the first night in his apartment exactly one week ago and she watched transfixed as he masturbated in front of her. She looked up and saw him staring her directly in the eye.



"Not going to join in?" he grinned.



"Well, if you put it like that," she said, returning his smile and leaning backwards. She cocked her head back, her tits sticking proudly out of her chest as she reached between her legs again. She was already soaking hot and two fingers slipped inside easily. 



Soon, both of them were breathing heavily as they enjoyed their illicit liaison. CJ pumped his rigid cock methodically, pre-cum spilling from it as Cat fingered herself in front of him. They were sat side by side, each one desperate to touch the other, but only the sides of their legs were in contact. 



This time, it was Cat who broke the no touching rule. She was worked into a frenzy and her climax was approaching, but she couldn't resist one last kiss so grabbed hold of CJ's head and pulled him into her, their mouths mashing together in a violent, primal kiss. As their mouths savaged each other, her other hand leapt into CJ's lap, grabbing hold of his cock and pumping him vigorously.



"I thought...you said..." he managed between kisses.



"Well, maybe a little touching," she panted, "Oh Christ CJ, I think...I think I'm..."



And with a sudden cry of exotic delight, Cat was overcome. The raging fire in her pussy burst into her entire being again and flooded her with pleasure. A thousand little explosions went off at once and her head collapsed on CJ's shoulder, one hand on his cock and the other inside her. As the sensation subsided, she looked into his face again and they enjoyed another brief, tender kiss. Then he stood up directly in front of her and put one hand on the back of her head.



"You are such a bad girl," he said and pulled her head down. 



She opened wide and once again, CJ was in her mouth, his fingers wrapped in her hair as he pushed her down to engulf six inches at once. Cat grabbed hold of his cock again and continued to pump him enthusiastically as CJ repeatedly pushed her down onto him. She had lost control, he was totally dominating her and she was alive with the thrill of it. This big, powerful man was in charge of her now, she was his Jacuzzi slut. She could have told him to stop, but she didn't want to. She was his for one final time and her eyes were wide and innocent as she licked, sucked and enjoyed him. 



"Oh fuck you are God at that," he moaned and she couldn't help but smile. She pulled him out of her mouth completely and gave the tip a gentle kiss.



"Happy to be of service," she said, but then he pushed her down forcefully again, thrusting his member into her. This was further than she intended to go, but she realised now that she wouldn't have been satisfied with mutual masturbation. It was oddly exciting to be so completely dominated. There was something primitive about the way he was gripping her hair, and she could feel an intense heat rising in her again as he slipped in and out of her mouth.



But then he pulled out of her completely. He leaned down and gave her a brief kiss, then lifted her to her feet. Did he want her to go upside down again? But then CJ sank back into the water, reclining against the corner of the tub and looked directly at her. This was it, she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to sit on him, to impale that massive cock of his inside her and truly surrender herself. If she did that would be it, she would be giving herself to him completely and abandoning the boundaries she set for them both. She had promised they would never fuck again, she owed it to her husband and to herself not to let it happen.

<hr pg="4" />But all that was forgotten as she straddled him and let her hips sink down. She gave a stifled gasp as his crown touched her pussy, feeling wide and enormous in the water beneath her, then suddenly it was replaced by an exquisite sensation as he entered her. She had yearned for this, the incredible joy of feeling him stretch and touch her inside. He was bigger than her husband and with every inch that slid in, the guilt was pushed further away. 



And suddenly, her hips were resting on his and she had totally engulfed him. She had never felt so full of cock and for a moment couldn't even more, they just stared at each other as the intensity of their clandestine fuck took them over, an entire week of tension finally given release. Then CJ started to thrust up into her, the water splashing softly around them as Cat began to gasp. She held onto his neck tightly, still thinking of her husband but differently now. They'd had great sex last time, maybe it would be even better when she saw him next. That was right, secretly fucking CJ made her home life better.



Not only that, but it was fucking hot too. CJ was vigorously thrusting now, the water splashing wildly over the edge of the tub as she bucked in his lap like an animal. It was happening again, he was over twice her age, he was her best friend's dad and he was inside her, fucking her and it was good. Every nerve ending in her was alive with the sordid pleasure of it, her morals overcome by an animalistic need. 



"Oh my fucking God," she cried out.



"I really did hate that no touching rule," CJ grunted, taking hold of one swinging breast and squeezing the soft flesh. 



"Me too," she gasped, "You're so...fucking deep..."



"Yeah well you like it don't you?"



"I love it CJ, oh please don't stop!"



"Yeah, I knew you loved it, I'd have fucked you in the shower the other day if you'd let me."



"I'd have let you," she gasped, "You could have just...you're so big!"



"We'll make up for it after this," he said, "We'll go upstairs, get back in your shower and do what we should have done then. Sound good?"



"That sounds amazing, oh CJ it's so deep," she panted, "It feels so...oh fuck..."



"Yeah, well try this as well," he said arrogantly, then hooking both arms beneath her legs, he picked her up and lifted her so that only her forelegs were left trailing in the water. He stood in the middle of the tub, nine fat inches still buried in her and then with incredible strength, lifted her slightly and slammed her back down on his length.



Cat's mouth dropped in shock at the sheer rush as CJ went deeper inside her than ever before. Then he lifted her and did it again, then a third time, building up speed as he held her in place and fucked her standing up. Cat laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms round his broad shoulders, hanging on for dear life as he conquered her. The water level in the tub had dropped significantly now, so much of it splashed out by their wild rutting. She felt powerless, completely at the mercy of this strong man and all she could do was hold on as he speared deeper and deeper into her.



Nobody had ever fucked her like this and try as she might, she couldn't help but compare him to her husband. He was bigger and thicker than him, he went places in her she didn't think could be reached and Graham had never held her up, vigorously pumping her. Her mouth was hanging open, gasping with every minor sensation and she didn't want it to end. CJ seemed to be entirely lost in the thrill and with each passing moment, he got faster, harder and deeper. 



"Oh CJ," she started to whimper, her legs wrapping round the back of his and encouraging him on.



"Tell me how much you love it," he commanded.



"You're the best," she babbled, "You can...you fuck me better than anyone...your cock is so big...I love it so much."



CJ let go of one leg and raised his hand to take hold of her hair again. He pulled her face away from his shoulder, her eyes wide and her hair hanging wet and bedraggled round her shoulders, then he roughly pulled her forward into another aggressive kiss. It was violent, passionate and dirty and Cat's body began convulsing. Her senses overloaded, she broke the kiss to scream and dug her fingernails into his shoulder blade as another orgasm took her. 



She cried out for what felt like minutes and before her screams subsided, she felt CJ go off. His cock pulsed and swelled in the core of her being, then exploded. He grunted in triumph as he pumped his seed into her once more, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and spurring him on, each thick blast sending a tremor through her. Finally, his legs stopped trembling and he relaxed. He released her slowly and the pair of them sank back down in the warm water, the surface calming and the bubbles starting to reform. 



****



Cat spent the rest of the night with CJ in her hotel room. They writhed naked together until the early hours, all thoughts of holding back forgotten as they fucked furiously. Her previous worries about being overheard by their work colleagues never once entered her head as he plunged repeatedly into her with wanton abandon and she cried out at the top of her lungs with every delicious carnal delight. 



Cat still felt guilty every time he entered her, but in a way, her own self-regret made the sex better. The feel of his tongue on her tits was all the more enticing because they shouldn't be doing it and every thrust, lick, kiss and grope was magnified intensely. It wasn't until two in the morning that they finally collapsed in exhaustion after a forty minute doggy style session which saw Cat orgasming twice as CJ groped her tits and utterly pummelled her from behind. 



The next morning, they talked for a few minutes and brought their affair to an end. They both agreed to keep it a secret, but it couldn't go on. CJ had Janice now and Cat didn't want to be a full time cheater. It was exciting and she loved it more than she would admit, but their unspoken bond to end it was given a voice. It was a sensible and dignified way to bring it to a close.



Then Cat lay back and sucked his cock while he fingered her. He didn't finish in her mouth, he held her legs open and then entered her once more, fucking her vigorously one final time while she begged him to go deeper. 



She seriously considered ringing Graham to make an excuse about staying to enjoy the Spa facilities but decided against it. The truth was she missed her husband and there was a chance that prolonging the goodbye might ruin it. She made a mental note to do everything with Graham that she and CJ had done, she'd never given him an upside down blowjob so that at least would be a nice surprise. 



Finally she gave CJ a goodbye kiss and left for the train station. He watched her arse swaying as she walked away, astounded that he'd been able to have her again. The girl was a wild cat but she didn't want any more and he could respect that. Two weekends together was enough, her husband was a lucky man. Then he pulled out his mobile and searched for Janice's number, maybe she was free tonight.

