Author: Elizabeth Heath
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"Trust me, sweetheart."
She wanted to cry at the tenderness of the endearment. She wanted to bask in the weight of his gaze a little while longer then throw herself in his arms to hug him, thank him for awakening this feeling inside her.
He seemed to understand her intentions and nodded toward her legs. "Do it."
Willing herself to forget everything she'd ever been taught, Catherine forced her legs to part under the table. Brisk air invaded her inner thighs and she could feel moisture gathering there.
"Touch yourself."
Her worried eyes returned to Jack's. The warmth in his gaze softened the complete seriousness of his expression.
"I...I can't do that."
"Have you ever?"
Catherine's face bloomed with colour as she shook her head.
Jack released a part laugh, part groan. He looked her over. "Jesus Christ. What's my brother been doing with you?"
Her eyes clouded with hurt. It hadn't been all Sean's fault. She was too straight-laced to do anything other than missionary position, or sometimes, if he pushed her, she'd climb on top and straddle his body. He'd wanted more, she could see it in his eyes, but he'd never persisted, never tried convincing her. "You're laughing at me."
The amusement left Jack's eyes and he raked his hands through his hair. "I'm not. I'm just surprised."
Catherine thought about closing her legs, putting an end to all this. She teetered on the edge of control, wanting to touch herself as he'd suggested, but needing him to tell her again. It had to be someone else's decision.
"Let's start with something less intimate. Slip your hand inside your bra, Cat. Cup one of those tits."
Catherine hesitated a moment. Her fingers twitched in her lap, then rose slowly to her opened blouse. She unhooked the front closure of her bra and slid her fingers inside, working them under the heavy weight of her breast. She closed her eyes at the sensation. "Ahh...what next?"
"Look at me." Jack waited until he had her attention. "Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Eye contact's good."
Catherine watched him as she kneaded her breast, feeling her nipple pucker beneath the lace. Her cheeks heated under his gaze. She forced herself to continue watching him.
Jack groaned and shifted in his seat. "Cat, baby, you're every man's wet dream." His eyes blazed with heat and a muscle worked in his jaw. "Slide your other hand down between your legs."
Catherine fought the ingrained need to rebel against his request, to put such a private moment on display. Her fingers hovered at her thigh, running lightly over silky flesh. She pleaded with her eyes for Jack to retract his request, to let her go, but another part of her begged him not to. He smiled and shook his head. "Uh, uh, Cat. Slip your fingers into that heat. I want to see you come. If you won't do it, I'll get under the table and use my tongue."
"Oh, God." The idea of him doing just that shocked and thrilled her. A rush of longing swept through her, swelling and spreading. Catherine's fingers moved to her inner thigh, teasing her senses, making her want. It was hard to push through the mental barrier she'd constructed for herself over the years, but when she experienced that first sliding touch of soft fingertips against the inner lips of her vulva, the sigh that broke free was guttural. She stroked the moist flesh once, twice, feeling tingles shiver and travel throughout her body. Her head tipped back on her neck, her fingers increasing pressure as they sought out her pleasure point. When they reached their intended target, Catherine's hips jerked.
Jack groaned at the sight, leaning forward to capture her chin in his hand. Her glazed eyes shifted and refocused, fixing on his. He smiled gently and released her. "Keep looking at me, sweetheart."
Catherine pushed her blouse aside, then her bra, baring her breast to Jack's hungry gaze. Her fingers pinched at the pale pink nipple, plucking it to an erect point. Her other hand continued its ministrations down below. She worked her fingers over her clit then slipped them deep inside her heat. Her musky sweetness drifted on the night air. Her hips began writhing on the seat. Jack's breathing increased in tempo.
She watched him rein in his tight control, watched the hard strength of his face as he fought the natural progression to drag her onto his lap and sink inside her. She knew what this cost him. It heightened her desire. Catherine increased the pressure on her clit, gripping her breast tightly. She could feel it building inside her, the sensation she'd been denied for too long. Her legs spread wider and her hips thrust upward against the stroking of her hand.
"That's it, Cat." Jack leaned back in his chair, his face tightened against the need all but consuming him. Catherine's mouth softened and parted. She slipped her fingers inside and pressed back harder into the chair. She raised one leg and propped her foot on the seat, baring all her secrets to Jack's darkening eyes. "Oh, fuck, Cat." He placed a hand over his erection, rubbing it through his black dress slacks. His eyes never left hers, their intensity shocking and calming simultaneously.
Catherine's breaths grew shallow, panting from her open mouth. Her stomach clenched against the shots of pleasure sparking through her. "Oh..."
"Are you coming, honey?" Jack's voice grew thick and a groan rumbled in his chest.
"Oh, yes...I think..." Catherine arched her back and pinched her nipple hard. She pressed against her clit, moving her hips in time with the stroking of her fingers. Jack's eyes connected with hers as she pushed herself through that final barrier.
Breath caught in her throat and she threw her head back, thrusting her breasts out, gasping as spasms racked her body hard. Her fingers continued to stroke, bringing on tiny aftershocks that left her shuddering and weak. She'd never felt an orgasm so intense, and sobbed with the release.
When her senses returned, Catherine lowered her eyes to meet Jack's again. She sighed breathlessly at the softness of his expression, at the affection in his eyes. She shifted her legs and repositioned her skirt to cover her nakedness.
Jack watched her in silence, his eyes taking a slow tour over her, from her mussed hair to the tips of her heels. His mouth finally quirked in a smile. "You're one sensual woman, Cat."
She could see his erection still painfully filled out his trousers. Her mind began to wander as she mentally ticked off all the single women in the house who'd be more than happy to take care of that for him. She had more important things on her mind; a man she loved and needed to seek out. A man she needed to drag away from the party. Her voice filled with regret and promise as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, I have to go."
He chuckled and reached for his cigarettes again. "I know."
"Thank—" Tears flooded her eyes and she blinked to set them free. "Thank you. I mean that."
"You just make sure that brother of mine looks after you."
Catherine stood, fastened her bra and re-buttoned her blouse. She glanced inside to see if she could locate Sean. Her need for him hadn't diminished with the physical release Jack had encouraged from her. It had only grown stronger. "I will."
She and Jack contemplated one other in silence, an understanding between them. A poignant moment both knew would never happen again, would never be spoken of. Sadness crept through Catherine, but at the same time she felt like he'd set her free from the confines she'd placed on herself.
It was time to explore this new side of her, time to see if she could work on making amends with her neglected husband. He deserved it. And so did she.
She gripped the door handle and looked at Jack one last time. "I owe you. So much."
He waved away her admission and pointed to the door. "Inside. Now."
She smiled and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Are you coming with me?"
Jack shook his head and released a breath of air through his nose. "Fuck no. I need a smoke after that."
The End.
Hard Habit to Break
The room was humming with anticipation. She lay, reclining seductively on the chaise longue in the corner, hand cupping her chin, leaning lazily on her elbow. She feigned an a
ir of nonchalant indifference, as though this turn of events happened every day. In reality her heart raced like a freight train, beating its own frantic symphony inside her chest. She was fired up and wished the moment would hurry, she ached for it and needed the time to pass quickly.
The softness of the silk robe on her breasts added a delightful sensation to her already hardening nipples as she breathed in and out. She tried to regulate her quickening breaths, but it was hard. Her mouth was dry, and her thoughts a maelstrom of excitement. The assembled men looked her way occasionally, eagerness apparent on their faces, and, she noted with a tingle in between her legs, further southwards.
Then the host clapped his hands, sounding for all the world like a school teacher, and bade everyone to gather round. He announced that they were to begin shortly, and from that she took her cue, and rose from the chaise undoing the belt of her robe as she did so. As she stood up, her robe slithered from her body, landing almost liquidly at her feet. There were murmurs of approval from everyone, as they caught sight of her firm breasts, her pert bum and her slim waist.
She lay down on the soft throw that had been placed for her comfort on the floor, and looked around her. This was it, her favourite indulgence, and a time when she knew she would lose herself in the situation entirely. The guys gathered round, looking appreciatively at her lithe body spread out before them. Over to the side a porn film started up on the tv, and the first guy took a hold of his short but thick cock in his hand and began to wank himself up and down slowly.
The others took their lead and also began to play with themselves, without any self consciousness at all. Someone knelt at her side and she took his stiffening cock in her hand and, gripping firmly, she began to work it up and down, revelling in the power that she felt as it grew within her grasp. One by one they moved closer, eager to make sure they had a space they were happy with, and eager to make sure that their offerings wouldn't fall short. She heard their breaths quickening, saw beads of sweat appearing on their brows, upper lips and torsos and numerous looks of concentration on some of their faces.
She revelled in the smell in the room, a heady mix of cologne and fresh clean sweat......of testosterone....of pure man, and it made her clit start to tingle again and she felt herself start to get wet. She slid her hand down between her legs and slipped her finger between her pussy lips. The sensation only served to make her nipples even harder, so that they ached so much. She rubbed her swelling clit slowly, feeling it grow under her fingers. A low moan escaped from her lips, which served to tip the kneeling man over the edge into a hot and gushing climax.
She jumped a little as his hot, thick cum hit her breasts and began to slide down her tits, and as if it had been a catalyst for others to need to release themselves, more and more men jerked and grunted as they came. Their hot, sticky wads of spunk came thick and fast. A never ending salvo across her belly, her thighs and her pussy, over her face and hair, filling her every sense with desire. Her hand kept on rubbing her clit, and she used some of the many splashes of cum as extra lube, which only served to heighten the pleasure she felt building in her cunt. Her pubic hair was thick with wads of semen, and she felt it slip and slide down her body to the floor. Hands reached out and massaged the cum into her body. Fingers spooning it in to her greedily waiting mouth. The taste of red hot seed heightened her pleasure and she knew she was close to climax herself.
By now some of the men had gotten their second wind, and those who could cum again, were shooting load after load of cum over her body again. The smell of salty semen filled her nostrils and turned her on even more than she ever felt possible. Her whole body slipped and slithered with the cum of many, and she was in heaven. She licked her lips as more cum spattered across them, hungrily cathing as much as she could on her tongue.
Another load of hot cum shot across her clit and that was all she needed to set her off into the most teeth clenching, toe curling orgasm she had had in a long time.....she lived for these moments and lost herself in it fully and wholly. Her back arched and her limbs trembled, but still she rubbed at her rock hard button, coaxing it into orgasm time and time again. She was aware she was biting her lip in ecstasy, tasting spunk, which started her off on another shuddering climax. The men looked on in awe, watching this show with a mixture of wonder and sheer lust.
She finished coming and slowly descended back to reality with a huge smile on her face, she gazed around her to see similar grins on the faces of her audience. Someone helped her rise from her position on the floor, and then someone else handed her a towelling robe to replace the silk one she had discarded earlier, and a damp cloth to wipe off her face. She tied the big fluffy robe around herself, and wiped her face. The guys dressed and each came to thank her for her company and her show that night. Some kissed her lightly on the cheek, or gave her a hug, but all promised they had had the most perfect time, and that should she need them, they would only be too happy to 'visit' again.
When she was alone, she went and turned on the shower and got in and luxuriated in the hot water. She soaped and shampooed herself squeaky clean again, all traces of her evening of hedonism running down the drain, leaving her with only memories. She towelled herself off briskly, and dressed. With one last look in the mirror, she adjusted her wimple, smoothed down her habit and then quietly let herself out of the hotel room, eager to return to the convent before curfew.
The End.
At Last My Dreams Come True
I sat in the hotel room waiting, I had butterflies in my stomach, I was both nervous and excited not able to focus on anything I was so horny. I had wanted this so badly, it had been my fantasy for so long to see my beautiful wife taken by another man, for the lucky guy to see her like I see her, the most sexy woman in the world. I wanted him to lust for her like I do. I wanted him to satisfy her every need, I want to see her fucked like she deserves to be fucked. My wife of nearly 10 years was about to turn my fantasy into reality and I could not wait.
We had been together since we were 17 I had known her even longer than that and I knew the first time that I saw her that she was the girl for me. She was and still is so stunningly beautiful but she had no idea about the effect she had on guys. She is still the same now. One of the reasons she would not at first fulfil my fantasy was because she was scared of rejection. She honestly thought no man would want to be with her and did not believe me when I told her they would be lined up around the block if they thought they had a chance.
It's a hard thing to try to explain to your wife that you want another person to fuck her. She automatically thinks that you want to jump into bed with another woman to, your some kind of pervert or that you don't love her. She thinks how could you love her? because if you did how could you want her to do it? Well the answer is simple to me, it because I love her that I want her to do it.
I see it as a compliment. I love her so much that I want her to be happy, I love her so much that I want her to be satisfied, I love her so much that i want her to be fulfilled.
I also admit that it could because I enjoy the humiliation side of the fantasy I think i would like to feel that I am not up to the task of satisfying her so she has to get a bigger better lover. That's another part of the fantasy that she found hard to get her head around. She thought she could not do it as it would be hurting me. Nonsense I told her, it would strengthen our relationship. It would add spice to our sex life, she would feel great with the attention of two men and it would be something that we did together, something naughty, sexy and exciting.
There was also the barrier that she felt it was wrong to do it. But how could it be wrong if I want her to fuck a guy, she wants to fuck a guy and the guy certainly wanted to fuck her. I explained that it was not hurting anybody which led to her next barrier. What if people found out?
I explained that we would have rules that we both had to respect so that it was kept private. The first rule would be to meet someone from out of our area so there would be no chance of awkwardly bumpi
ng into them. Secondly we would speak to the guy first anonymously online to find out about him and to decide if we trusted him before meeting and to be reassured that he would be discreet. We would have him send pictures so that she could decide if she was attracted to him and finally if either of us felt uncomfortable then we would stop straight away.
It had taken years of persuasion and reassurance, with lots of agreeing then changing her mind. Lots of time was wasted talking to idiots, weirdos and time wasters, untill we were almost there. At last she had agreed, we had found the right guy and she had agreed to meet him. He was a guy we met online a few years older than us, who she found attractive. We got on well online because he wasn't seedy or pervy and he really loved her too when we showed him her photos. It was finally going to happen.
So there we were at the hotel, me lying on the bed excited and horny and her getting ready, she was dressed in a beautiful sexy black dress, her make up and hair done to perfection nervously sipping on her wine. There was a knock on the door, we both jumped to our feet and before I answered the door I kissed her, told her how much I loved her and told her to enjoy.
I opened the door and in came our new friend. He confidently walked over to my wife and introduced himself while I poured him a glass of wine. I was expecting there to be awkward chit chat and some silent pauses while we waited to get started, but he just took the wine from me took a sip then handed it back to me. He then turned back to my wife and kissed her. She kissed him back with their arms around each other and it was the greatest most horny thing I had ever seen. I moved to the corner of the room and took a seat ready to enjoy the show.
There they were standing at the foot of the bed locked together in a passionate kiss his arms caressing her up and down his arms all over her body and sexy ass. He pushed her gently from him and then slowly undid her dress all the while looking into her eyes. He let go and her dress fell around her feet. My wife was stood there in front of another man in just her underwear. He again took control of the situation kissing her, again his hands explored her body touching her all over her body before undoing her bra dropping it to the floor. Next off came her knickers untill she was stood there naked in front of him. Without saying a word he gently forced her to her knees and began undressing, he took of his top first before undoing his jeans, he tossed them on to the floor before standing in front of her his waist directly in front of her face. He seemed in good shape, not like a fitness fanatic but just like someone who cared what they looked like.