TITLE    : Practice Dates
STORYID  : practice-dates
SUMMARY  : A married woman owes her boss a favour.
AUTHOR   : sj14@lit
DATE     : 2014-07-01
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wife|adultery|


Cat had never intended to cheat on her husband. Her wedding day had been one of the greatest experiences of her life and when she had said her vows she had meant them completely. She had intended to be a loving and faithful wife and she truly loved Graham more than anyone else in the world. She had 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 the promises she had broken and made her feel flushed with guilt. Even as she thought back over recent events, she couldn't figure out exactly how she had reached this point. The seduction had been so gradual that she couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had changed from a bit of playful flirting into something sordid and she couldn't help but feel ashamed at herself.

But strangely, those same feelings had a flipside. They intensified every minor detail and magnified each little aspect of these sensations that were supposed to be forbidden to her. So as she lay there on the most comfortable bed she had 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 had all started a few months earlier. She and Graham had been married for just over eighteen months and put a deposit down on their first house. The mortgage payments were noticeably higher than their rent had been though, so while she had been quite content working in a caf&#xfffd; up until that point, she'd been forced to bite the bullet and get an admin job at a legal firm to help balance their bills. 

The office she found herself in was only one floor and wasn't very large, but there had been a lot of people working there and they seemed forever stretched for space. She had been surprised therefore when the training was over and she was shown her work space, a desk in a separate office away from everybody else. Her supervisor Alison had apologised for sticking her in there, but there simply wasn't enough room for another person in the main area.

"That's all right," she had replied, "But don't you think someone else should have this office?"

"What do you mean?" the middle aged lady had said.

"Well, I love having my own office and all, but I'm only admin, this looks like it should be reserved for one of the bosses or team leaders?"

"Oh right," Alison smiled, "It's not just for you. You'll be sharing this room with the area manager. I don't think you've met him yet, he's been away on leave since you first joined us."

"Ah that makes sense," Cat said, trying not to feel embarrassed at her mistake, "I guess that won't be too bad. When is he getting back?"

"Not for another week yet," said Alison, "But not to worry, I'm only at the other end of the corridor and you can always come and join the rest of us for coffee whenever you like. We certainly didn't intend to isolate you like this, there's just not enough room."

"No, no it's fine, I'm sure I'll be all right."

"Well then," said Alison, "I'll leave you to get settled in. You know where I am if you need me."

"Thanks," said Cat, taking in her surroundings as Alison walked off. She should have realised, they wouldn't have put two desks in here after all if she was meant to be on her own and there's no way they would give someone in admin their own room. She started to unpack her few belongings - a framed picture of her and Graham on their wedding day, a coffee mug and some home stationery - and decided to settle in.

The following week was one of the most boring she'd ever had to endure. She had no doubt that Alison had meant well, but separated from the rest of the workforce like she was, it was difficult to ingratiate herself with her co-workers. She didn't tend to drink more than two or three cups of coffee a day and the work she was completing was relatively straightforward so she had hardly any queries to bring up. All of which meant she had no reason other than boredom to leave the room and she didn't want to make herself look work shy on her first week. 

Consequently, each day crawled past at a snail's pace and she found it became increasingly tedious as the hours ticked by. When Friday finally came around, she felt as though she was losing brain cells with each second that went past and had seriously considered throwing in the towel, but when she had vented her frustrations at Graham that night, he had talked her out of it.

"Come on," he said, "It's only been a week. You can't give up this early."

"I know," she said, "But it's just so boring! I do nothing but file things all day and there's no-one to talk to! I feel like I'm going to go mad."

"It can't be that bad," he replied, looking at her with that sympathetic glimmer in his eyes that had first made her fall in love with him, "Besides, aren't you getting a room mate next week?"

"Yes, the area manager," she sighed, "The boss himself, I'm sure that'll be loads of fun!"

"You never know," he said, "they might be perfectly decent. Besides, even if they're the most bookish, pedantic jobsworth in the world, it'll be better than being on your own."

"I guess you're right," she said considering his words, they did have bills to pay after all, "And if I don't like him at least I'll still be taking home a wage until I can find something better."

"Exactly," said Graham as he put his arm round her and pulled her close to him, "How bad can it be?"

She lay against his chest and listened to his heartbeat, how bad could it be?

When Monday came around she had dreaded going back into that cramped little room and squeezing herself behind that desk for five whole days. She was not looking forward to having to share the room with her new boss either and had mental images of a flashy, arrogant asshole to put up with, so when he stepped in to the room about ten minutes after her, she had to do a double take. 

He was a huge man, standing at over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. Not only that, but she knew him, it was her friend Gemma's father. And he recognised her too.

"My goodness," he said, a smile coming easily to his face, "Is that you Catherine?"

"Hello Mr. Hembry," she replied shyly.

"Please Catherine, we're going to be working together, call me CJ," he said effortlessly and suddenly, she was a sixteen year old again. She'd had a crush on Gemma's dad as a schoolgirl, but hadn't seen him since he drove both girls home from their graduation dance. She'd got herself doled up as glamorously as possible that night but he'd barely looked at her twice and now here he was, standing right in front of her. He had a few more grey hairs, but otherwise looked the same.

"Okay CJ, nice to see you again."

"You too," he replied, still smiling at her warmly.

Once they'd got over the initial pleasantries, Cat was pleased to find that she and CJ got on remarkably and they didn't stop chatting for the entire day. She told him about her life since she'd last seen him, how she'd spent a year trekking through South America after she'd graduated from school and then gone to University when she'd got home. She also told him about how she'd met Graham right at the end of her course, fallen in love and eventually married him, then pretty much everything that led to her putting in a job application. She found that he was easy to talk to, he listened attentively and seemed to value every word she said.

She was sad to hear then about how his marriage had collapsed a few years ago. She knew about the divorce, Gemma had told her about it, but to hear first-hand how it unfolded and seeing the lingering traces of regret in him as he discussed it was tough. He still had a healthy relationship with his daughter though and he also seemed very proud of the company he was in charge of. 

He told her proudly of how he was one of the three senior partners, but had drawn the short straw when deciding which building they'd all be working out of and wound up here, although he did say that seeing her sat opposite him made it seem less like a bad position now. She'd laughed at that and called him an "old smoothie" which he seemed to like. They chatted so effortlessly that the hours flew by and for the first time, Cat left the office genuinely looking forward to work the next day. 

The next couple of weeks followed just as easily. Graham couldn't help but comment on how she seemed to be enjoying her new job and even teased her a little bit about the "lecherous old man perving over her," which made them both laugh. What she didn't tell him though was that their conversation had started getting a bit racy recently. She would never do anything of course, but as their friendship developed more innuendos and cheeky jokes had worked their way into their everyday chats, but on the rare occasions she gave it a second thought, she brushed her doubts away. It was just harmless flirting after all, it was only fun to pass the time, what harm could it possibly do?

A month after CJ had first walked back into her life though, things changed. That weekend had been Gemma's Hen Party and as usual with her, things had got messy. They had been doing shots since 5pm, were out until the early hours and when Cat woke the next morning, she had the worst hangover since her student days and no memory of anything after about 9pm. After spending most of Saturday and all Sunday feeling rotten, she had returned to work and found CJ already sat at his desk. But there was something different about him, he seemed very serious that morning which wasn't like CJ at all.

"Morning Catherine," he said.

"Morning," she said with some trepidation, "Uh...is everything all right?"

"Sit down," he said, "Do you mind if we talk?"

"No that's fine," she replied as she seated herself, "What's up?"

"Cat, I know you went out with Gemma and the girls this weekend, but I need to ask you something...are you and Graham having trouble at home?"

"No," she said with some worry, "Why? Has Gemma told you something? Graham and me are fine."

"No, she hasn't said a word. It's just, she had some computer trouble at the weekend and asked me round to help her out. I had to go through her hard drive quite thoroughly," he suddenly reached into his pocket, "And I found this."

And with that he pulled out a paper print out of a photo from the Hen Party. It was a shot of a male stripper with his hand on the back of a woman's head, his fingers wrapped in her hair as his dick went into her mouth. 

Cat's mouth.

"Oh my God," she practically jumped out of her chair, panic welling up inside her, "CJ...what...what the fuck is this?"

"Catherine please, calm down," he said gently.

"But...oh god CJ, I don't even remember doing this?" Her mind was racing, this was the kind of thing that could end her marriage.

"Well you had a lot to drink didn't you?"

"Gallons," she said, "But...that's...oh fuck CJ, oh fuck." She held her head in her hands and tried not to cry.

"Look, don't worry too much," he said trying to soothe her, "Everyone does stupid things while drunk and besides, I don't think you're the only one who can't remember this."

"What do you mean?" she said, the first tears slipping from her eyes.

"Well Gemma was in a rough state all weekend and she told me she'd added these to her computer on the night itself. I think she was blind drunk when she did it and she didn't even use it once while I was there. I've taken all the incriminating photos off her hard drive and put them on a USB stick. If you want them you can have them and confess all to Graham, but do you want to know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think this was just a silly drunken mistake. You had no idea what you were doing and I think admitting to it would do more harm than good in the long run."

She mulled that over for a few seconds, he may have a point. She didn't want to end her marriage but at the same time, she felt terrible and wondered if confessing was the right thing to do.

"Now, I'm going to have to leave you for an hour," he said, "I've got a meeting and I'm already late for it. But think it over and if you want to talk when I get back, I'm all yours."

"Thanks CJ," she smiled weakly as he stepped out.

"My pleasure."

For the next hour she got nothing done. She weighed up all her options again and again and for a while, was totally lost. But when CJ got back slightly later than he'd said, she knew what she was going to do.

"Nobody else knows do they?" she said seriously.

"No, I really don't think they do."

"Okay," she took a deep breath, "I'm not going to tell him. And don't give me the USB stick, if I have it there's every chance he'll find it. It's better if you take it and just delete them."

"No problem," he said, "I won't tell a soul."

She breathed an immense sigh of relief. She wasn't sure if this was the right decision but she'd made it and she was going to stick to it. 

"Right," she said gathering herself, "Let's get back to work. These files aren't going to sort themselves."

"Of course," he said and just for a second, she thought she saw the ghost of a smile cross his face. 

After that, things got back to normal pretty quickly. Cat felt pretty guilty for a short while, but she soon put it behind her and tried not to think about it. She'd been encouraged when Graham didn't seem to pick up on anything different in her behaviour. Slipping back into his hugs had been easy and she still felt an overwhelming love from him at all times. Nothing had happened really, just a silly mistake, so she put it in her past and never said a word. 

She also found a chance to concentrate on something else. One morning CJ let slip that he was contemplating getting back into the dating scene and she tried to encourage him. For one thing it took her mind off things, but for another he seemed genuinely lonely sometimes and she thought he deserved more. 

"I don't know," he said one day as they discussed it, "I mean it has been a long time since I actively dated someone. The last time it was with my ex-wife and that was so long ago, it was called courting then."

"You'll surprise yourself," she said, "I'm sure you'll do well."

"Are you sure I'm not too old for this kind of thing?"

"Too old? No come off it CJ," she said, "You're...what? Fifty five? Fifty six?"

"Sixty one."

"No way," she said, "I never figured you for being in your sixties, I'm impressed." 

"Thank you my dear, but yes I'm what the more generous call the vintage type and what the less generous call an old fart," he smiled sadly.

"Well I'm sure whoever you go out with will find you quite charming and be swept off their feet regardless of their age."

"Actually Cat," he said, fixing his eyes on hers, "I don't suppose I could ask you a favour and go..."

"Oh no," she said cutting him off, "I'm flattered and all, but I'm a married woman, you're my boss and..."

"Cat," he said laughing, "I wasn't going to ask you out."

"You weren't?"

"No, well...sort of, I feel a little foolish now," his smile dropped and the loneliness returned to his face, "I was wondering if perhaps before I try a proper one, you might...I don't know, consider going on a 'practice date' with me tomorrow night? Maybe give me some tips and show an old man how it's done?" 

That stopped her in her tracks. He really was insecure about this and maybe she should help him, but it still seemed...wrong. She could help him sure, but would it lead somewhere? She didn't think so, but it could still damage their friendship and she didn't know if she wanted to risk it. 

"Oh gee CJ," she said, "I'm not sure I can do that..." 

He nodded and for a moment looked so crestfallen that her heart leapt into her throat. What the hell, she owed him one for keeping quiet about the Hen Party.

"But I'm not busy the day after."

And so the practice date rolled around. CJ offered to take Cat to a particularly exclusive restaurant and when she looked up the menu online, she couldn't believe how expensive it was. But he had offered to pay and she could only dream of eating at a place like that normally. It was so nice though she figured she'd best get doled up, so after returning home from work she began to get ready immediately. She sat in front of her bedroom mirror in her underwear putting on make-up and as she had done many times before in her life, thanked the heavens she didn't have to use much on. With her sparkling blue eyes, shoulder length brown hair and her wide smile, she was naturally pretty and didn't need much to bring out her best features at all. 

Then she moved to her wardrobe and selected her dress. There was only one she could wear to a place like this, a stylish black evening dress that she'd bought for her university graduation. It had cost her a fortune, but it had been worth every penny. It was glamorous and looked so good on her she figured it must have played a major part in making Graham notice her the first time they met. It was also quite sexy and she was glad to see it hugged her curves just as well as when she first bought it. 

She was admiring her reflection when she heard the door key turn and her husband come in. He shouted a greeting up to her which she returned, then she heard him go into the kitchen to make his traditional end of day cup of tea, which was when a moment of worry struck her.

Should she tell him what she was doing tonight? She was going on a date with her boss after all. He probably wouldn't be happy with that even if it was just a practice and explaining how it had come about could raise an awkward question or two. 

"Well, hello gorgeous," he said walking into the bedroom behind her.

"Hey honey," she said.

"Holy crap, you look incredible," he said walking up behind her and putting his arms round her waist, "Is this for me?" 

"You wish," she winked at him.

"Are you sure? Because while I appreciate the effort you'd look much better out of that dress," he said kissing her on the neck. She giggled as she playfully tried to escape his grasp.

"Afraid so horn dog, I'm off out with Gemma tonight," she lied without thinking. 

"That's a pity," he said, kissing her neck again, "You've given me a few wicked ideas wearing that again."

"Well if you wait up for me I might be feeling generous when I get home," she laughed, "But for now, you're going to have to calm down big boy."

He let her go and smiled widely at her, watching as she finished her preparations for the night ahead. Then when she was ready, he took her downstairs and gave her a lift to Gemma's house. 

"Thanks honey," she said getting out, "I'll see you when I get home. I'm getting a lift back later."

"No problem, love you," he said. 

"Love you too," she said, shutting the door then stood on the pavement, waving as she watched him drive away. She waited until he was round the corner, then counted to thirty. When he didn't reappear she walked past Gemma's house and went down three adjoining streets until she reached the address CJ had given her. It was a block of expensive apartments and he lived in the top one. She knew he had a proper house out in the countryside, but he had this other property for when he was in the city and had to attend work regularly. He'd called it his bachelor pad. 

When he answered the door to her, his eyes practically popped out of his head. 

"Hello, you must be Mr. Hembry," she said smiling at him as he was momentarily lost for words.

"My goodness," he said, "You look stunning."

"You're not too bad yourself," she said honestly, he was wearing a fitted charcoal suit and looked very stylish indeed, "Now let's go get some food, I'm famished."

They certainly made a striking couple when they turned up at the restaurant. Cat barely reached 5'5 in her heels and CJ stood almost a foot taller. She was petite where he was well built and the age difference between them wasn't exactly avoidable either, so they attracted a lot of looks from the other well-to-do patrons. There were going to be a few tongues wagging in polite circles for certain and not least because of what she was wearing, for while the dress was beautiful, it showed off her ample cleavage perhaps a bit too much. Cat had always had large breasts, maybe even disproportionately large for her frame and she caught CJ's eyes wandering to them more than once. She didn't mind too much, but she made a few light hearted jabs at him for it nonetheless.
<hr pg="2" />And as the evening progressed, she had a wonderful time. CJ was indeed a charming host and after a few glasses of wine, she could certainly see how attractive he really was. He was like an old fashioned bachelor, a classic silver fox and as they flirted casually, the wine mixed with the secretive nature of the evening began to make her feel horny. 



"Honestly CJ," she said as she finished off her dessert, "On tonight's evidence I don't think you have anything to worry about. You've been quite a wonderful host, wandering eyes aside."



"Well you can't blame an old man for looking," he smiled, "Besides, they're rather difficult to avoid."



"You cheeky devil," she said, "If this were a proper date you'd get in trouble for that."



"I don't doubt that for a minute," he said, "Thank you Cat. Really, this has been a big help."



"My pleasure," she said happily.



"Plus I finally got to see some of what you're hiding in your work clothes," he said.



"Oi you," she said, slapping his wrist playfully. 



"So if this were a proper date, what would happen next?" he said smoothly.



"Well, if I was as young and reckless as I once was, who knows?" she said, "But I don't think your first proper date will get off as easily as me."



"Planning on getting off are you?" 



She almost choked on her wine through laughing when he said that.



"Because if you were, I could always help you," he said smoothly.



Whoa, that was a bit much. She wiped spilled wine from her chin and felt her cheeks burn as she watched him smile at her. Was he hitting on her for real? 



"Um...I think that might be...I mean you're very attractive and all, but I'm married and this isn't..." 



"Haha, relax my dear," he said, "I wasn't being serious, this is just practice remember."



"You had me worried for a second there," she said as the tension evaporated and he refilled both their glasses, "nice pick-up line though."



"Thank you," he said, "I read it in a Mills And Boon novel once." She found herself laughing again, he really was easy company.



"So..." he said, "I'm very attractive am I?"



"Shut up," she slapped him on the wrist playfully. 



They continued flirting playfully for a few more minutes until he paid for the meal and drove her home. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out the car and going into her house. Once inside, she had practically jumped on Graham and they were both naked before they got to the top of the stairs. Later as he moved within her, she found her mind wandering onto CJ and she came almost instantly, trying hard not to shout her boss's name into the night. 



Another week went past and Cat was delighted to hear that CJ had managed to secure himself a date with an online agency. He was due to see his date on the Thursday night and was clearly looking forward to it. She offered him encouragement all day and when he left at the end of the afternoon, she was fairly confident he wouldn't be in early the next morning.



It was a bit of a surprise therefore when she found him at his desk the next day looking utterly deflated.



"CJ," she said, "Are you okay? What happened with your date?"



"Well," he said as a sad smile creased his features, "Let's just say it didn't go as well as I'd hoped."



"How come?"



"I don't know," he sighed, "I thought everything was going fine. We seemed to get along okay but she was a bit stand-offish. Maybe I am just too old for this sort of thing."



"Nonsense," she said, "I'm sure it can't have been that bad."



"Well here we are," he looked so broken then that she could have burst with sympathy. 



"I'm sure it was just a bad date," she said, "Everyone has one of them. We had fun didn't we?"



"Yeah, we did," he sighed again, "I don't know Cat. Maybe it was just because we were already friends, maybe I'll just give up."



"Don't you say that CJ Hembry," she said firmly, "You'll get it back. You just need more practice." His eyes lifted at that.



"You're not busy tonight are you?"



"No..." she said cautiously, "Why?"



"Well, would you be at all willing to do an old man one more favour? I'll cook you dinner just like I did for her, show you exactly how I treated her and maybe you can tell me where I'm going wrong?"



She stopped in her tracks for a minute. She had loved their previous practice date and had secretly been disappointed when he hadn't asked for another. But if she continued to do this would things get weird? If Graham found out she was doing this it might look a bit suspicious to say the least, but he had left yesterday evening for a business trip to Germany and wouldn't be back until Monday night. She'd also get a free meal and she didn't have anything in the fridge, it would be better than sitting alone with a Chinese takeaway and a movie.



"Okay, you've got yourself another practice," she said, "But this is the last one. After this you're on your own."



"It's a deal."



"And don't get any big ideas," she joked, "It's just a practice."



"Of course, just practice." 



It was a slightly different date this time around. Rather than taking her out for dinner, CJ invited Cat back to his flat and cooked a meal for them both. And it was wonderful. All three courses were exquisite, he was back to his confident and smooth talking self and the talk and wine flowed easily. Long after they had finished the final course they were still chatting and Cat felt relaxed, comfortable and ever so slightly giddy from the alcohol. She was also enjoying the fact that a man so successful and so much older than her was blatantly attracted to her. The fact she was married and he was her best friend's dad just added to the taboo nature of it and she couldn't help but feel herself getting horny again. 



"CJ really," she laughed, "I can't understand why she didn't take to you. You're an absolutely fantastic date."



"Thank you my dear, sometimes I wonder if my inexperience in these things just gets the better of me."



"You were married for decades though," she said, "You're not that inexperienced."



"You'd be surprised," he said, then leaned in close like a conspirator, "Do you want to hear a secret?"



"What?" she said, holding her wine glass in one hand and tilting her head flirtatiously.



"My wife was the only woman I ever slept with."



"Get out of here," she said, genuinely surprised, "Really?"



"As God is my witness."



"Well there's much to be said for such old-fashioned chivalry," she said, "People nowadays are a bit more...shall we say open about these things."



"Oh yes?" he said grinning, "Care to tell me more?"



"Well, so long as you promise not to tell, I had three boyfriends before Graham," that was a lie, she'd had six, but she didn't want him to think she was a slut, "and two one night stands." Four.



"Goodness," he said, "But that's nothing, let me show you something." 



He got up from the table and disappeared into the adjacent bedroom, returning seconds later with a small bundle of silk fabric.



"Just take a look at what Gemma has me hiding, she says she's going to treat Charles on their wedding night, the things my daughter lets her old man know!"



Cat took hold of the silk and realised it was a set of underwear. Very skimpy underwear and it felt expensive too. It was made with the finest silk and looked like it cost hundreds, if not thousands of pounds. 



"Wow, lucky Charles," she laughed, "these things are tiny."



"Oh I bet you have loads like them at home for Graham," he said.



"Not at all, I doubt I could ever afford them," she said, then emboldened by the alcohol, "Never mind fit into them! I'd probably spill out!"



"Oh I bet you could," he said turning the charm right up, "You'd probably look like a Goddess if you tried them on." 



"You suave devil," she laughed, "If this were a proper date I might consider trying."



"Well there's a bathroom over there," he said nodding towards it, "If this were a proper date I'd even keep it a secret." 



She glanced over to the door, then looked back at CJ as he continued to smile at her. Was this still harmless flirting or was he genuinely asking her to do it?



"I mean," he continued, "You do still owe me. Nobody did find out about those pictures after all."



She gulped as she realised he might very well mean it.



"I thought I'd already paid you back with the practice dates?" 



"Well it's hardly a fair trade now is it? Two small dates for keeping such a big secret?"



A loaded silence fell upon them and hung heavily in the air. 



"Okay," she said at last, "Supposing this were a real date and I really did this, would you delete those photos and keep the secret?"



"Well of course." 



She stared him in the eye for several more seconds but he didn't blink, so draining her wine glass she got up from the table, the thin underwear still in her hands.



"Fine, but remember this is only a practice date, things go no further."



"I look forward to it," he said, backing away from her and sitting back down on his chair, "I'll wait here."



She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.



Fuck! How had this happened? Was this her fault? She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror and splashed cold water on her face, trying to clear her thoughts and still her racing mind. She wasn't seriously considering stripping down into some skimpy underwear and letting her boss ogle her was she?



But she was. If she didn't, was the alternative any better? If Graham found out about the photos, about the Hen Party and the stripper...oh fuck. Maybe CJ wouldn't tell anyone. Maybe it was still just harmless flirting and she was reading too much into it but she doubted it. But if she did do this, was it really so bad? He'd only be getting a look after all, for Christ's sake she'd sucked off a total stranger and didn't consider that to be cheating.



After a few minutes she'd made up her mind. She'd do it. He'd only had sex with one woman so if she stood in front of him undressed like this, he'd probably go off instantly anyway. She'd give him something to wank about for years, watch him delete the photos and then go home with her head held high and her marriage vows intact. Resigning herself to this, she stripped off her clothes and pulled Gemma's lingerie on.



She had to admit, it felt wonderful and when she caught sight of herself in the floor length mirror, she couldn't deny she looked incredibly sexy. The thin knickers and bra were almost see-through but just about hid anything too much and they fit her curves perfectly. She'd always thought she was at least two bra sizes bigger than Gemma but her breasts were held firmly and looked amazing. 



She then pulled a white cotton bath robe off the back of the door and slipped it on. She opened the door a crack and saw CJ across the room, still sitting expectantly on his chair. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out. 



CJ grinned from ear to ear when he saw her shyly emerge from the bathroom. He leaned forward expectantly and the lust she saw there gave her a surprising rush of confidence. What the hell, it was only a look after all. She was in control here and if he wanted her sexy, she'd give him sexy. She walked towards him slowly, swaying coyly from side to side and twirling the end of the cotton sash in her hand.



"So," she said, pulling the robe open, "Is this what you wanted to see?"



And with that, she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her. 



CJ's eyes bulged and his mouth hung open in awe. 



"Cat got your tongue?" she said with a pout.



"Catherine my dear..." he replied slowly, "You are nothing less than utterly exquisite."



"So," she said calmly, "You'll be deleting those photos now?"



"Whatever you wish."



"And no more practice dates?"



"Not a single one, but just let me look at you for a minute longer."



"Okay," she said, "Feast your eyes, it's your last chance."



"You are nothing less than perfect," he said hungrily, "I shall not sleep a wink tonight."



"Oh poor baby," she pouted seductively at him, "And to think all of this is just out of reach," she was starting to feel dangerously horny now as she closed her eyes and hissed the last words breathily at him. She couldn't help wondering if he'd dimmed the lights and turned the heat up while she was in the bathroom or if she was just imagining it, but her body ached with a fierce longing to be touched. 



And that's when she noticed the tent pole rising in CJ's waist. She'd been fixated on his eyes before, but now the increasing bulge was impossible to miss and it gave her a wicked thought. One woman, he'd only had one woman. She could probably make him cum without even touching him properly.



"Do you know what I'd do if this were a proper date?" she said.



"Do tell," he said, the smile returning to his face.



"I might give you a special treat," she said, striding confidently towards him, "But I just have one rule." She swung both her arms over his shoulders and her face hovered inches away from his.



"And what's that?"



She leaned in close to his ear and whispered "No touching."



And with that, she started to sway her hips. She tossed her head back and arced her tits up at him, the impressive curves straining against the thin fabric.



"No touching," she repeated and swung one leg, then the other over his. She shifted forward and suddenly, she was sitting his lap. She could feel him press against her crotch as she started to gyrate against him and even through the thin silk of her knickers and the thick cotton of his trousers, she could tell he was fully erect. She thrust against him and she felt him respond, his body reacting instinctively as she dry humped him, slowly at first but then gradually getting faster. But while his breathing noticeably intensified, he didn't cum. She expected to feel the sudden judder in his waist at any second, but it didn't happen.



"Do you like this baby?" she said huskily.



"You are a goddess made real my dear," his voice like honey in her ears, "I think you can tell what you've achieved already, but perhaps you'd like to see for yourself?"



She smiled but didn't say anything for a second and just continued to gyrate. He'd already seen her after all, it couldn't hurt to see what he was packing and if he was exposed, he might even cum quicker.



"All right big boy," she replied, "Let's see what you've got."



He smiled even wider this time as he reached between his waist. She stopped and raised her crotch from his as he undid the zip of his fly. She resisted the urge to push back down and feel the back of his hand on her but after a bit of manoeuvring, he took it away and she felt something spring free, so looked down.



The sight that greeted her was the biggest cock she'd ever seen in her life. Having felt him through the fabric of his trousers she was expecting something big, but it was enormous! It was at least nine inches long and looked to be as thick as a coke can. For a moment Cat wondered how she'd ever fit it all in but then stopped herself. She wasn't going to try, she was just going to make him cum. She might be pushing very close to the line but she certainly wasn't going to cross it. Graham, think of your husband Graham.



All these thoughts raced through her head in a split second before she realised CJ was amused by the stunned look her face, so regaining herself she smiled again and pushed back against him.



"Looks like I'd have had a serious effect on you if this were a proper date," she said as she slowly dragged herself along his length. He felt massive, hot and heavy against her and she could feel every ridge in the skin through her thin knickers. Her pussy was absolutely afire now and soaked with lust and without the trousers barring the way, there was no way he'd fail to notice. 



"I think you'd have more effect if you took those things off," he said looking at her knickers.



"Why you bad boy," she said, "You know I said no touching," and she continued to ride him. She could feel him straining now, desperate to push through the fabric and enter her. She felt deliciously naughty as she pushed herself right up against the engorged helmet and paused with him against the entrance to her body, only a microscopic layer of silk keeping her vows intact.



But still he did not cum.



"It's only a practice," he whispered.



"Okay," she said, stopping and stepping back off him, "Perhaps you do deserve a treat." She hooked her thumbs into the hem of her knickers and very slowly, began to pull them down. She bent forward as she did so, never breaking their eye contact, then stepped out of them and mounted him again. She was half expecting him to grab her instantly and was relieved when he didn't, although also slightly disappointed. She hovered above him for a few seconds, mere centimetres of air between them and then lowered herself down.



The first touch of his skin against hers sent a lightning bolt of hunger through her body. God but this was so wicked, she'd never dared do anything like this before but she wanted this man to cum and wasn't going to leave until she'd achieved it. His cock was slippery with pre-cum now and as she rubbed him their juices mixed. She ground against his body, faster and faster, the heat in her groin rising and before she knew it, little gasps of forbidden joy were escaping her lips. Her heart was thumping in her chest like a jack hammer and it was getting increasingly difficult to resist the urge to throw herself onto him, to impale herself on that raging member and ride him until he exploded in her, but somehow she managed to fight it. 



But CJ still didn't cum.



And then he touched her. 



His hands reached up suddenly, all restraint forgotten as one arm wrapped around her lower body and an open palm rested softly against her exposed buttock and another grabbed her breast. It was too much, her pussy was already quivering with illicit excitement and his sudden forcefulness brought it to a head.



"No...touching...oh fuck!" she gasped as a million spots of colour appeared before her eyes and the orgasm took her. She wrapped her arms round his head and pulled his face into her cleavage as she screamed, her body quivering violently as an exotic pleasure filled her entire world. She thrust her wet crotch furiously against his thick cock, she could hear his heavy breathing right next to her ear as she gasped and moaned and shook with delight. She hung onto him tightly as her body trembled and the sensation subsided. Her hips stilled and she would have collapsed if he hadn't been holding her. But he still hadn't cum and she suddenly realised that she had stopped moving with the tip of his cock pressing gently against the entrance to her pussy.



For what felt like an eternity but was probably only a minute, they both sat there in silence, her head resting on his shoulder and sweat beading on her forehead. Slowly, she lifted her head up and carefully moved back and shyly looked him in the eye. He stared at her intently for a second, a look of absolute hunger on his face and she could feel his thick cock throbbing beneath her, he was desperate for her and she could tell. She really should get up, but she didn't. Her head screamed that she was a married woman and that she should get up and leave, her body simply didn't want to obey.



"Do you want me to?" he asked softly. 



She did.



"I can't," she forced herself to say, "I'm married..."



"It's okay," he whispered, "It's just practice."



No, it wasn't practice. This was going too far. They'd gone too far already. This was not practice, this was cheating. She would betray her vows and make herself into his whore. She had to get up and leave.



But from someplace far away, she heard herself say:



"Okay." 



And with that, he placed both hands on her waist and holding her firmly, gave a gentle push.

<hr pg="3" />Oh fuck, she realised, it was going in. 



And suddenly, the line was crossed and Cat became an adulterer. CJ didn't push particularly hard but she was so slick that a good three inches of him slid right up inside with no effort at all. Her mouth dropped open and a fresh rush of pleasure reignited the fire within. He shifted slightly and another inch went in, then another and then another. God but he was so big, he'd already reached the deepest spot that Graham had ever got to and there was still a third of his length waiting.



Her mind was racing wildly now. Things had definitely gone way too far, but while she tried to fight it and think of her husband, the feeling of him inside her was just too immense. She knew she should say something, anything to bring this to a close but she didn't. CJ shifted his position slightly, lifted her up and started to pull out and for a brief moment, she thought that this incredible feeling would come to an end. He had just been changing the angle of entry slightly though and gripping her waist tightly, he pulled her down and pushed himself up. Cat was stretched to her very limit as he filled her but as the last inch slid into her and she pressed against his crotch, her mind was made up. She wanted this, she knew she was cheating but she didn't give a fuck. Her boss was buried in her right up to the hilt and she loved it.



Scooping her up in his arms, CJ lifted her and placed her on the edge of the table they'd just eaten their dinner off. She reached behind her back to balance herself and accidentally knocked a plate to the floor where it shattered, but lost as they were they both ignored it. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and tried to pull him in closer as CJ started to fuck her. He thrust slowly at first, but soon built up speed and soon, Cat was gasping with delight again.



"Oh Christ CJ," she cried out, "Oh my fucking God..."



"Call me Mr. Hembry," he said sternly.



"Mr. Hembry," she gasped, "Fuck me Mr. Hembry."



He reached one arm behind her and pulled her towards him, their lips mashing together in a violent, lust crazed kiss. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she welcomed it as she felt his hand reaching to the clasp of her bra. She felt the ping of the elastic as he undid it and without breaking the kiss she wriggled free. CJ reared back from her and then dropped his face to her exposed tits, sucking and licking at her nipples enthusiastically. She leaned back until she lay flat on the table, dimly aware of the cold handle of a knife pressing into her back. CJ lifted his face from her chest and then reared up to his full height, looking down at her body as he continued to thrust into her. 



Cat could feel her tits bouncing and felt his right hand groping her, squeezing the smooth skin of her breast as nine inches of thick meat continued to pound into her. This was wrong, it was so wrong...she was married, he was her boss and old enough to be her father, Christ, he was her best friend's father! But it didn't matter, nothing mattered but the incredible feeling of illicit flesh on illicit flesh. 



"Oh God," she cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming again, I'm cumming!" She screamed again as another wave of pleasure even bigger than the last rippled outwards from her pussy. She tightened her legs round CJ's waist and suddenly felt his thumb on her clit as she orgasmed, the fresh sensation bringing the pleasure to an even greater high as she gripped his arms tightly. Her fingernails dug into the fabric of his shirt as her entire body spasmed with delight and it felt like an eternity until the wave subsided and she was able to lie still, panting and drenched with sweat.



But still CJ had not cum. Cat began to wonder how much more she could take when he mercifully pulled out of her. Without saying a word, he put one arm behind her shoulders and lifted her legs with the other, then picked her up from the table as if she weighed nothing. He carried her naked and already exhausted body out into the bedroom and laid her down on a plush king-size bed. She lay there watching as he stripped off his clothes and saw him fully naked for the first time, then standing beside the bed he took hold of her hair and moved her head towards him.



She didn't protest and opened her mouth to greet him as he pushed her head down. Her tongue flicked over his bell end and she placed one hand on his shaft as she licked him gently. Then she stretched wide to accommodate him as he used his other hand to hold her hair back. There was no way she'd ever get him all in, but she was going to try, so tilting her head at an angle she worked three fat inches into her mouth, then pulled back slightly and repeated the process several times, gradually taking more and more of him in. 



CJ moaned, so she pulled back and then looked up and stared him in the eye. She sucked down enthusiastically as she took over half of him into her mouth while pumping her fist along the length of him. CJ closed his eyes and groaned softly which encouraged her and she sucked further into her mouth but still he did not cum. Graham normally lasted less than a minute when she took him like this but she worked CJ for a while and still he did not cum. Her hand pumped at his shaft harder and harder as a mix of pre-cum and saliva slipped over her fingers. CJ was thrusting now, fucking her in the mouth as Cat gave the best blow job she'd ever given anyone. 



Then without warning, CJ looked down at her and pulled out. He then took hold of her shoulders and flipped her over so she was lying on her back with her head almost dangling off the side of the bed. She grabbed hold of his swinging cock and angled it towards her again, opening her mouth wide as he re-entered her. Both of his hands grabbed her tits and he began to thrust again, harder this time as she sucked and pumped at him. The entire bed shook as he fucked her in the mouth hard. She'd never sucked anyone off from this position before and she surprised herself when she released her grip of him and he pushed so far, the tip of her nose reached his balls. His entire cock was in her mouth! She never would have believed she could do it, but he'd reached her throat and her mouth was stuffed full of meat. 



He pulled out slowly and methodically pushed in again, sliding along the length of her tongue as reached into her again, then simply stopped as if enjoying the feel of being so far into her. Then he pulled out entirely and she rolled forward onto her front. She sat up slightly, grabbed hold of his cock again and he took a handful of her hair and pushed her mouth onto him again. She let him push her down on his cock this time, Christ but she'd never enjoyed giving a blowjob so much! She felt so wicked, dirty, used, filthy and her body was alive with lust. 



But still CJ did not cum. She was eagerly awaiting that familiar twitch and longed for her mouth to be flooded with his seed, but he was still holding back. Then somewhat abruptly he pulled back on her hair until he slipped out of her mouth, then pushed her back, grabbed hold of her shoulders and spun her round so that she was on all fours. His hand reached between her legs and she opened them further, then once again felt the tip of his cock pushing against her. CJ placed one hand on her shoulder and then with one push slid all the way in, making Cat squeal with delighted shock. He felt even bigger entering her like this and she had never felt so utterly filled in her life. She felt one of his hands run smoothly up her back then take a grip on her shoulder and push down, forcing her head towards the mattress. He thrust hard and her fingernails dug into the sheets as he started to fuck her and soon, her already well-fucked pussy was alive with sensation all over again. Her breasts swung wildly beneath her as she bucked and writhed with him, trying to push back as he fucked forward and get as much inside her as possible.



"Come on then you old bastard," she shouted, "Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!"



"You love this don't you?" he grunted.



"God yeah, fuck me!"



"Fuck me Mr. Hembry," he shouted at her.



"Fuck me Mr. Hembry, harder! Fuck me harder!" 



And he did. His cock was battering her now, pushing in and out of her rapidly, filling her and overwhelming her. He took hold of her hair in one hand and with the other grabbed one of her flailing breasts. If he had held back before he didn't this time, there was no grace or romance to it, they were both simply overcome with a primal need to fuck. Cat hadn't completely forgotten her husband and the guilt was still there. She knew what she was doing was wrong, but all those thoughts were buried deep within her. The headboard was slamming against the wall so hard now that little flakes of plaster were breaking free, Cat's fingernails were dug so tightly into the bed sheets she'd ripped a hole in them and the only sounds were her rapid gasps of pleasure and the slap of wet flesh against wet flesh as he continued to pummel her. 



She could feel another wave of pleasure awakening in her and when CJ let go of her hair and breast, took a grip of her hips and started to spank her, it all became too much. The warm sting of his open palm against her buttock travelled quickly to her pussy and she felt herself tighten around him. He didn't slow down at all and she felt him swell and pulse within her, reaching deeper than he had all night and the sordid pleasure in her reached a crescendo.



"Oh my fucking God!" she cried as the biggest orgasm she'd ever experienced slammed into her. She screamed louder than she had all night as her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the bed as CJ pushed deeper than ever. She was still screaming as she felt an unmistakeable twitch inside her and CJ grunted as he erupted, pumping an enormous load into her quivering body. His cock continued to spasm in her and she felt his seed escaping into her womb. He wasn't wearing a condom but she didn't care, it made it naughtier and all the better for it. 



Finally, CJ finished and collapsed down on top of her, his large body pinning her to the bed. She lay beneath him in a post-coital daze, feeling his cock start to recede and a satisfied exhaustion overtaking her. A distant part of her brain still protested that she should stop and get up, but the bed was so comfy and she was so completely satisfied that she barely registered it. Besides, it couldn't hurt if she closed her eyes for just a few minutes. 



When she awoke seven hours later, Cat was initially unsure of where she was but as she felt CJ's weight still lying on top of her and his breath on the back of her neck, the full realisation of what she had done hit her and she felt awful. She had cheated on one of her ex-boyfriends when she was nineteen but the guilt then had been nothing compared to this. She had betrayed the man she loved, spent the night with another and broken her vows and as she lay there, still pinned to the bed by his weight she hated herself for what had happened. 



But CJ was still asleep and the sensation of his hot breath regularly caressing the skin of her neck was strangely soothing. After a few minutes, the panic started to die down as she thought back over what had happened. Yes, she had cheated but that didn't mean her marriage was over. She could tell Graham everything, but would it really be so bad if he never found out? Plus, it had been great sex. Sure, CJ had manipulated and used her, but he had also given her three massive orgasms in one night. It had been some of the most incredible sex she'd ever had. It was just a one-off, as soon as he woke up she would leave and go home and life would return to normal.



As CJ began to stir into wakefulness though, his cock began to stiffen again and the weight of it against her skin reminded her of that incredible fuck all over again.



"Morning," he smiled at her.



"Morning," she said.



Then he leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. He was gentle this time, not driven by lust as he was the night before and she shuddered as a tingle of lust shot down her spine. She returned the kiss, their mouths parting and their tongues coming together. His hands soon found her tits while she reached behind her back, taking his throbbing and already rigid cock in her hand and began to stroke it. 



Fuck it, she'd already made up her mind to go home, once more couldn't hurt. Never breaking the kiss and with CJ groping her breasts, she opened her legs and manoeuvred his cock into her from behind. They only stopped kissing when she gasped as six inches slid up into her and before she knew it, Cat was on her hands and knees again, begging him to fuck her as he slammed his meat into her. 



She was still determined to get dressed and go home as soon as they were done, but she didn't. As the day progressed she put it off again and again and eventually, didn't even start to get ready to leave until the following evening. It was the first time she put her clothes on since the Friday evening and CJ had fucked her from one end of his apartment to the other. They'd had sex in the kitchen, in the shower, on the sofa and multiple times on his bed. She lost track of the number of times but she'd swallowed three mouthfuls of his cum and taken at least another five inside her. Graham was in Germany, he'd never find out and besides it wasn't really cheating, it was just...practice. 



When CJ dropped her off outside her house she had the silk underwear stuffed inside her handbag.



"Don't forget to wear my gift to work tomorrow," he said casually as she got out.



She didn't say anything but despite the burning feeling of shame in her cheeks, she knew she would. He had already confessed that Gemma had no idea the underwear existed. 



And as she walked up the pathway towards her house never once looking back, CJ watched her ass sway and smiled contentedly to himself. The weekend had worked out better than he'd ever hoped. She had believed every story that he told her, even the one about his ex-wife being the only person he'd ever slept with and not questioned them even remotely. In truth, he'd slept with dozens of women since his divorce but Cat had been the biggest prize of them all. As he pulled the car away he was already planning more practice dates with this delicious young lady and thought to himself what a godsend that photo from the Hen Party had been. It really was remarkable how similar Cat and Gemma's friend Amy looked, take a photo from a certain angle and it was almost impossible to tell them apart.

