Catherine and William were married – but not to each other.
They worked in the same office in town and found each other mutually attractive. They had flirted a bit, in a mild fashion, and William had kissed her once, passionately but that had happened at the office Christmas party, when they were both drunk and such things were expected to take place.
William had often gazed at Catherine as she moved past his desk, her splendid ass swaying, and wondered what it would be like to fuck her. And Catherine had often had the same thoughts about William. She was not a promiscuous woman, but he was a very attractive man, and working close to him every day, it was natural that she should have those ideas. They always both went home directly after work and had never met each other any place but at the office.
Today, fate took a hand.
The air-conditioning system had gone on the blink. These were pampered workers, quite unable to cope with a natural temperature and the boss, seeing that no work was getting done, anyway, decided to let the staff take the rest of the day off.
Neither Catherine's husband nor William's wife knew about this.
And it just so happened that, leaving the office building, the two of them wound up together in the same elevator – with no other passengers to hinder fate.
"Well, I don't know what to do with myself, now," William remarked in a friendly and conversational tone. William was a tall, good-looking man with blond hair and a charming smile.
"Aren't you going home, then?" asked Catherine.
Catherine was tall – although not as tall as William – and had curly tresses the color of mahogany. Her face was pretty, and her body was quite spectacular. Her ass was well packed, sweeping out in firm globes and then cutting sharply in to the backs of her thighs. Her legs were long and sleek. Her tits thrust out distractingly.
William said: "Well, my wife works, you know – and I hate to go home to an empty house."
"Yes, me, too," she said.
"I guess I'll find same pleasant bar – air-conditioned, of course – to spend an hour or so."
Catherine smiled as if she found the idea aggreeable.
"I don't suppose you'd care to join me for a drink?" he asked.
She hesitated. She would have loved to, in fact. But she felt a bit nervous about the situation. It wasn't so much that she didn't think she could trust William, who had always been a perfect gentleman, as that she wasn't sure if she could trust herself – especially if she had a few drinks in her. She remembered how nice it had felt when he'd kissed her at the office party. They had both been tipsy. If they were to get tipsy now, their inhibitions submerged in alcohol – well, there was certainly a danger that marital fidelity would not swim.
But the alternative was to go home alone.
The thought was depressing.
After all, this was sort of an unexpected holiday, and it seemed a shame not to celebrate it somehow.
"Why, yes – I'd like that," she said.
An hour later, with three drinks in them, they were eyeing each other soulfully across the table in an air-conditioned cocktail lounge. Their fingers had touched as he lighted her cigarette and again as they both reached for their glasses. The contact was electric. Their feet, too, had made contact, not quite playing footsie under the table, but with both of them fully aware of the casual touch.
Catherine knew that she was smiling seductively at him. She didn't mean to and yet, somehow, she could not seem to help herself. And she was arching her back, as well, so that her big, thrusting tits pushed out towards him, as if inviting his admiration, if not his caress.
"I find you terribly attractive," he said.
"I think you are… attractive too, William."
"Shall we go somewhere else?"
She knew he was suggesting they fuck. Her eyelashes fluttered. "Like where?" she asked, pretending innocence.
William was playing with his glass, nervously, turning it around and making a design of the wet rings on the table.
"A motel?" he asked, not looking at her.
Catherine started to reject the offer. She really thought that she was going to say no, because she was not a promiscuous woman. But when she opened her mouth, the negative word would not come out. She realized that her pussy was creaming for him – that she couldn't say no. For a moment, she felt ashamed of herself. She even blushed slightly. But then she thought: Does it really matter? As long as my husband and William's wife never know about it, what's the harm? And I do want to fuck him.
"An air-conditioned motel, of course," she said.
"Of course," William said, glancing up, not really believing that she would go along with it.
"All right," she said.
Then, with the commitment made, she said: "Oh, yes! I want to go to bed with you!"
And so they left the lounge, got in his car and drove to the highway, and the first motel they came to was the Shady Nook. The sign featured a sleepy beaver, wearing a nightgown and stocking cap, holding a candlestick and yawning. It said: vacancies, day rates, color television and – yes – air conditioning. William glanced at her, his eyebrows lifting. Catherine gave him a nod and a smile. He pulled in and parked alongside the office building. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, then went out to register while she waited in the car. Catherine was amazed at herself for what she was going to do. She half-expected a lightning bolt to strike her down. But the sky was blue and clear, without even a cloud, let alone lightning. She felt sure that she had made the right decision.
Carl came into the living quarters with a big grin on his face and a glow of excitement in his eyes.
Marlene looked up questioningly.
"Our first guests," he said.
"In the afternoon?" she asked, wonderingly. She had assumed that horny fuckers would show up at night.
Carl nodded.
"They asked for a day rate," he said.
"But maybe they're just tired from traveling, Carl – too tired for anything but a nap."
"No way. For one thing, the man came in alone to register, and he looked guilty. Like an adulterer, in fact. And his car has local license plates. And, best of all – he had a hard-on."
"Oh!" cried Marlene, and clapped her hands happily.
"I gave them the special room, of course," said Carl.
Carl and Marlene waited until the couple had gone into the unit assigned to them without luggage, they were pleased to see – and then they slipped down to the adjoining room with merry expectations.
Both Catherine and William were nervous and shy at first, although both were determined to go through with it, since it was what they wanted. William thought that the polite and proper thing to do would be to order a bottle of champagne from room service. He lifted the phone, but got no reply, since both the manager and his wife were not in the office. After a few minutes, he shrugged and put the phone down.
Catherine was wandering around, pretending to inspect the room to hide her nervous qualms.
"What interesting pictures!" she remarked, peering closely at the colorful swirls on the wall and never for a moment realizing that she was, in fact, looking Carl right in the eye.
She turned back and smiled at William.
"Well?" he said.
Catherine could see that he was as uncertain as she was, as reluctant to make the initial moves. Seeing that made her feel more confident, more like a seductress than a woman about to be seduced.
She started to unbutton her blouse.
Had Catherine not been panting, herself, she might well have heard the double gasp that came from behind the wall, through the picture at her back, as two randy voyeurs settled down to enjoy the sight.
Catherine loved the way that William gazed at her as she undressed. His eyes seemed to burn into her flesh, making her feel all warm and wanted. She disrobed slowly and provocatively, and when she was naked, she slowly turned through a full circle so that he could look at her from all angles, front, back and profile. Her nipples were thrusting out, stiff and tingling, and her cunt was melting, creamy ribbons of pussy juice trickling down the smooth slope of her shapely thighs. Her husband was used to her and no longer looked at her with such open longing. A girl needs a bit of strange prick once in a while, she told herself.
William was still fully dressed.
The front of his trousers jutted out, swollen and throbbing.
Catherine moved towards him, her lush hips swaying. His arms encircled her, and his hands cupped the thrusting cheeks of her ass, drawing her loins tightly against his groin. She could feel the massive hardness of his cock, pressing a long indentation into her soft belly. She squirmed on it, rolling her hips so that her belly ground on his prick. He began to kiss her neck and throat, then lowered his head and started sucking on her taut nipples. She stroked the back of his head and rose up on tiptoes, lifting her tits to his worshipping mouth. William groaned and sank to his knees.
"Oh!" Catherine cried, in delight.
He buried his face in her furry cunt bush, and his tongue started to flutter in her open cunt. She came almost immediately as his tongue slid over her trembling clit, washing his face with cunt juice. What a wonderful lover William was! Her husband didn't eat her pussy out very often – not nearly as often as she would have liked.
Again she saw the advantages of adultery as she creamed in William's eager mouth. He continued to lick and suck, quite happily, and she wondered if she should let him suck her to another climax. But then she decided that she would rather have her second come with her cunt stuffed full of prick.
She drew him to his feet, and her hands went down to his fly. She opened his belt and zipper. His big cock hinged out, snapping into her belly like a lever. She leaned back so that she could look down and admire that lovely hunk of cock meat for a moment. Then she squirmed against his prick once more, going up and down on her toes. His cock felt like a heated crowbar, prying at her soft flesh, as if it was trying to plow into her womb by boring a passage into her belly.
They didn't even make it to the bed.
As Catherine rose up on her toes, William dipped down, bending his knees. His prick slid down through her bushy pussy mound and then slipped in between her parted thighs. She twisted her hips, astride his fat prick, working her wet cunt around on it. Then she rose higher, grasping him by the shoulders as she lifted.
His cock went up with her cunt, snapping into a rising angle, the fat head nuzzling into her hot cunt slot.
Catherine gave a little sigh of pure bliss as she felt his massive lump of hot cock meat poking at the entrance to her pussy. She settled don again, and this time, her cunt slipped onto his prick and engulfed it.
They began fucking furiously, belly to belly in a knee-trembler.
She had both arms locked around him, supporting herself as she rose and fell. He cupped her ass in his hands, lifting, then letting her settle onto his cock. She had never been fucked standing up before. She adored it. Her thighs teased and relaxed rhythmically as she rode his cock.
William groaned as he lashed up into her cunt in counterpoint, plowing in to the hilt as she pushed down. Her pussy was working on him, sucking and wringing his prick through every precious inch. As the thrill began to build up again, she threw her legs around him, locking her heels behind his back so that she was completely off the floor, mounted upon his mighty, grinding cock.
She creamed again.
Cunt juice poured down his prick and soaked his balls as he lifted her to the top of his cock.
He plunged in to the root again and blew his wad with such violence that she was almost lifted off his prick by the geyser of jism, almost shot up to the ceiling on that powerful jet. They fucked wildly together as he emptied his balls into her cunt, and she worked off the spasms of her orgasm in wave after creamy wave.
"Oh, my," she said, in awe of such sensation.
When he gently lifted her off his prick, his big cock stayed hard and stiff and upright.
They used the bed to fuck again.
On the other side of the wall, Marlene was kneeling down with her eye pressed to the lower spy hole, and Carl was standing behind her, leaning over her as he gazed through the upper hole. They were both panting so hard that the wall was vibrating. He reached down and opened his pants and hauled his cock out.
Marlene, realizing that his prick was bared at her back, hiked her juicy ass up and lifted her dress. She had changed out of her jumpsuit in anticipation of just such a situation. Now she arched her back and raised her flooded cunt.
Carl slipped his cock to her from the back. He began to pound his prick into her cunt so hard that a spray of cunt juice was forced out by his fat fucker, soaking his trousers and pouring down her thighs. They were concentrating so hard on what was happening in the adjoining room that this was almost a casual fuck, at first. But then the thrill began to build up as they lashed and humped wildly together, so that it seemed they were actually taking part in the scene they were witnessing.
Catherine was spread-eagled on the bed now, and William was throwing a missionary position fuck into her, his ass corkscrewing as he plowed in. Her legs were thrashing about, her feet kicking at the air behind his grinding ass. They both began to vibrate.
William shot his second wad into her cunt.
Catherine's pussy creamed with him.
On the other side of the wall, Carl blew a stream of his red-hot cum into Marlene's cunt, his haunches recoiling from the fury of that creamy explosion.
Four panting, trembling people paused.
Then they all fucked again.
Marlene and Carl were pleased that their daughter had gone out so that they could enjoy this spectacle without any danger of being interrupted. They thought that the innocent virgin had gone to the soda fountain. But it was not soda that was fountaining into Jeannie's eager mouth – nor would she be cherry for much longer!