Enter the Bad Boy (Sweet Surrender) (14 page)

“Jane! Hi! Listen – I’m just about to leave work. Do you want to cook up a meal and I’ll see you in half an hour?”

He had started walking from the office
, and he covered the phone and looked back at Catherine. “Anytime you want it just let me know,” he said with another flash of his smile. And with that he left Catherine sitting there in shock.

****

That night Catherine was sitting on the floor in front of the lounge with her husband stroking her hair and casually massaging her shoulders. They were watching a late-night movie but she had no interest in it. She relaxed back against the ministrations of warm strong hands and asked softly. “Tell me more about those fantasies you’ve been having, Ash?”

He took a moment to respond. “You mean the ones about those old guys looking up your dress last weekend?”

“Yeah. About the ones with old Mister Gorier.” She reached back up and held her husband’s arms, pulling him lower and pressing her breasts forward against his hands.

He kissed her neck. “Well, they’re just fantasies,” he said. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Well – are they just about him looking, or more than that?”

“There about him and old
Mister Clarkson now, honey,” Ash whispered as he kissed into her neck again. He was feeling one of her breasts.

“Oh?” Catherine asked playfully.

He reached down between her legs and groped for the edge of her panties but she clamped her thighs together and squirmed away a little. “No! Not yet. Talk to me first,” she teased. “Do they have sex with me?”

“Yes!” Ash said.

Catherine was wet. She could feel it. “Well, do they both take me at the same time or do they have turns?” she teased.

“They keep swapping ends,” Ash whispered hoarsely. “There’s one in your mouth and the other one’s fucking you from behind.”

“Mmm – really?” Catherine allowed her husband to work his fingers in through the edge of her panties that time and they penetrated her easily. She squirmed down against them as he told her how both old guys had huge cocks and how she would submit to them totally.

She had her first orgasm for the night right there on the living room floor with her husband’s fingers inside of her
, and after he carried her to their bed and got on top of her she actually had another orgasm as he was ejaculating.

****

The next few days Catherine dressed conservatively for work and had little to do with Jason. Friday night drinks she sat beside him at their table and noticed him looking in through the opening of her jacket. It was a fitted jacket and beneath it she had on a white lace bra.

She met his gaze and caught his cheeky grin, shaking her head and returning a smile as he shrugged innocently. She also caught the glance of her boss, Len Pittman. He had quickly averted his gaze but it returned to her open jacket and she blushed at the fact he was checking her out as well.

The attention of the men warmed her belly though, and she found herself leaning forward and letting them both look quite often as the evening went on.

****

Saturday morning Catherine saw the old super, Mister Gorier, watering the garden under their balcony again. She had on her sleep t-shirt, which was quite long, and pink cotton panties beneath. She cuddled up behind her husband making breakfast in the kitchen.

“
Mister Gorier’s outside again,” she said. “Do you want to have breakfast on the balcony?”

“Like that?” Ash asked as he turned to look down at what she was wearing. “Are you going to show him again?”

“Do you want me to?” she asked in reply, biting down on her lip. “Do you want to let him have a look at me?”

“Yeah, okay!” Ash answered. “What do you have on underneath?”

Catherine lifted her t-shirt and showed him. Her heart was thumping and she could feel her cheeks were red. She followed Ash as he carried the tray and set it up on the balcony table. Mister Gorier immediately looked up and said hello.

“Good morning,” Ash said back to him.

Catherine was still in the doorway out of sight but she accepted her coffee and moved to the balcony rail, still facing forward as she saw Mister Gorier look up.

Bruno Gorier could see directly up the front of young Catherine’s shirt. He could see the crotch of her little panties smoothed over her slit
, and beyond that he could see the underside of her tits.

His old cock began to firm.

Catherine could feel his eyes and remained facing forward as she sipped her coffee. She met her husband’s eyes as he glanced up from watching the old man. He looked excited and that heightened the thrill for her.

She leaned
over to pick up her toast but remained there at the rail while she ate. She turned around for a while then turned again to let the old man have another look from the front. Her pussy was sopping wet and her nipples were hard. Her t-shirt was an old loose fitting thing and she wondered if the old man could see her breasts at all. And she yawned and purposely stretched her arms above her head for him, and that caused her shirt to gather above her breasts and open a little further at the bottom. And she didn’t fix that right away. Instead she reached back again and fiddled with her hair band.

Bruno could see the young woman’s tits almost completely. He’d been watching her walk by every day for over a year and had often wondered what her body would look like beneath the outfits she wore.
 

Right then he could see the damp pink fabric quite obviously sticking to her pussy lips and he could see it hugging her cute little bu
m, and he’d been watching her tits sway and jiggle as she moved back and forth and right then he could almost see her nipples.

****

By the following Thursday Catherine had been fucked by her husband six nights in a row, and as he lay there beside her completely spent, she brought up the subject they had been teasing each other with every night. “So do you think you might ever want to do it again?” she asked. “I mean like in your pornos.”

It took Ash a while to respond. “I don’t know. It’s still exciting to think about.”

“Yes it is, isn’t it,” Catherine whispered softly. “I think I want to do it.”

“What do you mean – with those old guys?”

“Or with you and some other man,” Catherine uttered, thinking of Jason.

Ash remained thoughtful for a long while that time. He eventually spoke. “But who could we get to do it? I guess we could try looking on-line.”

“Yeah, I guess. Or what about that guy I was telling you about from work? He’s already been with other married women so it would just be another night of sex for him.”

“But wouldn’t that cause problems at work?” Ash asked.

“No,” Catherine lied.

Then a few minutes later her husband asked thoughtfully
, “So, do you think he would be interested?”

“I don’t know. We could invite him over for dinner and see how things went.
Just as a friend at first.”

“Yeah – I guess that would be okay,” Ash agreed. “There’d be no pressure if it didn’t feel right or anything.”

“I could ask him tomorrow after our work drinks,” Catherine said, deliberately containing her excitement.

****

The next morning Catherine wore a short button down dress that offered plenty of cleavage and beneath that she wore a black lace bra and panties. She had expected Ash to cool off on the idea but he had brought the subject up as soon as they woke and he’d checked with her that she was really going to ask the new guy from work over for dinner that night.

The only problem was
– how was she supposed to approach Jason? Should she just invite him for dinner or should she hint that there could be something more on offer if things turned out?

She struggled all day with what to say to him and caught him in the office kitchen just before knock
-off time. She had followed him in there and undone a button on the way.

“Hi,” she started nervously.

His eyes had lowered to her cleavage.

She giggled
– again nervously. “Black today,” she said and immediately felt her face heat and redden.

“I noticed already but it’s a better view with the button undone.” He was grinning as usual.

Catherine thrust her chest forward unconsciously as she spoke. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“For dinner
, eh? I don’t know. I guess.” He looked up from her breasts. “Will your husband be home?”

“Yes. But he wants you to come over too.”

Jason shrugged. “Although I usually have a date on Friday nights.”

“Well, this will be your date,” Catherine said hopefully.

He touched her collar, feeling the open edge of her dress.

“Except I usually end up getting lucky,” he went on suggestively. “Although I guess I could set something up with Jane or Chelsea for later.”

“You won’t need to do that,” Catherine said without thinking.

“I won’t?” Jason pressed.

She’d gone too far but there was no turning back now. “My husband and I have talked about a threesome,” she went on bravely. “Have you done that with other married couples?”

“No but I’m up for it,” he said easily. He then took hold of Catherine and kissed her, and her legs went instantly. He searched her mouth with his tongue and she could feel his cock firming against her belly.

She pushed away from him. “Not here,” she said, peering back over her shoulder.

“Tonight then,” he said with a flash of that smile. “And I get to fuck you, right?”

Catherine nodded and backed into the toilet, shutting the door. Oh my god! She said to herself. Oh my god! And when she finally dared to come out she bumped into Mister Pittman smiling in the office kitchen and she had to squeeze past him blushing at what he might have heard.

An hour later she was sitting opposite Jason in the bar unable to add much to the conversation with their colleagues. She still had her top button open and her boss and the fat married salesman were looking down her dress but she didn’t mind. Whenever one of them spoke to her she had to try to focus and respond with something intelligent while the whole bar seemed blurry and unreal. And when
Mister Pittman stood to leave she hurried home, with Jason saying he would shower and change and be about an hour behind her.

She had called Ash and told him, and she found him preparing dinner. Of course she hadn’t mentioned that she had promised Jason sex. She didn’t quite know how to explain that. She cuddled up and kissed her husband. “I think it’s going to happen tonight.”

“Yeah – really?” Ash’s face had reddened a little. He turned back to the sauce he was stirring on the stove and spoke uneasily. “What makes you say that?”

Catherine remained close and clung to her husband’s arm. “He’s pretty straight forward and I virtually promised him sex,” she confessed softly.

“What – so you actually spoke about having sex?” Ash asked, swallowing hard. In the past it had always been his idea and up to him to set things up.

He felt the lack of control.

“Yes, we did.” Catherine decided to also be direct. She was suddenly feeling brave. “I told him that we’ve been thinking about having a threesome and he said he’d be up for it.”

“He’d be up for it?” Ash echoed with his face reddening even more and his eyes bulging but remaining fixed upon the pot he was stirring rather anxiously. “Are you sure you still want to go through with it?” he asked.

“Yes I’m sure,” Catherine said, snuggling again and slipping beneath his free arm.

She thought of the way they had been teasing each other with dirty talk. “Don’t you want to watch a guy fuck me again,” she breathed into his ear. “I want him to do me in front of you. Any way you want.”

She had squeezed Ash’s cock and it had firmed instantly. “What do you think I should wear?” she asked.

“I don’t know. You don’t need to dress up do you? It’s only a casual dinner.”

“Yes of course it’s only casual,” Catherine giggled. “He’s not even interested in dinner…. I mean, what should I wear to tease him?”

“You mean something sexy?” Ash asked. He was struggling to get his head around the situation.

“Yes, something sexy!” Catherine said, pulling him around to face her. “What if I just wore a negligee? Maybe my red one and my satin robe?”

“It would be pretty obvious though, if you wore that,” Ash said. “I mean, he’d know you were
– umm.”

Catherine kissed him. “He’d know I was available to have sex with.
Which I absolutely am!” She kissed her husband again. “But before he has me don’t you want him to see what he’s getting?”

“So when’s he going to be here?” Ash asked, deliberately ending that line of thought.

“Soon! I only have time for a quick shower,” Catherine replied, breaking away and heading for the bedroom.

She took her husband’s non-commitment as a yes, and in the shower she quickly shaved her legs and pussy. She usually kept a tiny strip above her clit but decided to shave completely this time. She slipped on the negligee and satin robe and noticed as she brushed her hair in the mirror that the robe was short enough that it flashed her pussy when her arms were raised. She had a giggle to herself about that but decided to slip on a pair of red see-through panties, just for a tease.