Catherine had of course dispensed with her more revealing clothing in favour of shorts or conservative dresses, and at night she would come from her bath well wrapped in a robe. Uncle Ken and I, along with old Gus the property caretaker, were left to reflect on what had happened the previous weekend while we wanked ourselves to sleep.
The children had arrived on the Monday and by Thursday the fridge and cupboards were bare. Catherine and her husband volunteered to shop. I needed a few things in town too so I went along with them. We managed to get away without the kids knowing and settled back for the leisurely drive from the farm, along the coast road to a small fishing town that by day was asleep. There was a range of clubs and bars and a few boutiques. We found a supermarket but we decided to leave that till last.
Our first priority was to eat, and we chose a bar down on the waterfront. It was deserted except for a few fisherman types who nodded as we walked by and over to a table in the restaurant area. The menu was on a board behind a small window. I took orders and left Catherine and Len chatting. When I returned they were having a cuddle and as I sat I noticed the top button of Catherine's blouse was open. She quickly glanced at me and I looked up from her chest to meet her eyes. She smiled shyly and blushed a little.
The barman brought our drinks over and we soon had our meals. While eating and chatting I enjoyed the view inside Catherine's blouse. It was falling nicely open and revealing a pretty, white lace bra. She would often catch me staring and her husband was watching me. He finally said something.
"Can you see okay?" he asked, causing Catherine to blush fully.
"Only just," I complained playfully, and I leaned over a bit for a better look since I'd been invited.
"Sit forward, love," Len said softly to his wife.
Catherine looked from him to me, and then averting her gaze she leaned forward in her seat, causing the fabric of her blouse to gape clear of her breasts.
"That's pretty," I said, and she smiled and blushed again. I could see her nipple was firm beneath the soft lace.
We stayed for an hour and had another drink or two while the barman was also offered a look down Catherine's blouse. She sat fiddling with a coaster while he reached over and wiped the table, taking his time to appreciate. And the second time he came back he stopped at Catherine's shoulder for a chat while she obediently rested forward with her pretty, lace bra completely on display.
They left me to go off on a shopping adventure and I met up with a guy I knew and played some pool for a while. I then quickly did my own shopping and found them walking into a clothing boutique. Len and I kept out of the way until Catherine had found something she liked. It was a little black dress, and we strolled over to the change room with her.
Catherine went in and pulled the curtain. "Come out and model it for us," her husband said, poking his nose into the cubicle.
An older woman went into the cubicle at the far end of the row, and presumably it was her husband who stopped beside us and nodded a greeting. He was a short, balding man of about sixty with a broad smile. He started telling us about how good he thought the weather was and how he and his wife had failed to bring enough summer clothing. Catherine slipped from behind the curtain and silenced him.
The first thing I noticed was her nipples, which were firm and poking at the thin black fabric. Her bra had obviously been discarded and her breasts wobbled nicely as she did a little pirouette.
"How does it look?" she asked sweetly.
"It's hard to say with the lines," Len suggested, smoothing his hand over her hip. "Do you want to slip those off and let's have another look?"
Catherine looked to the old guy. He was trying to appear interested in a stand of pantyhose or something. Her eyes flashed upon mine before she backed into the stall with her husband holding the curtain aside for her.
Catherine's cheeks were bright red but there was enough in her eyes to suggest she was enjoying the situation. Len held the curtain well aside and she slipped her hands up under the sides of the little dress and claimed the edges of her panties. The dress was tight and short and it folded up in front to reveal the white patch of lace between her thighs. She paused, watching the old guy intently. He was standing with his hands behind his back and his nose in the air, looking anywhere but at Catherine. She pulled her panties down, and for just a second there was a flash of her pussy.
Catherine is a tall slender woman around thirty. She has lovely blonde hair falling over her shoulders and a pretty smile. Her breasts are supple and generous, though not large. The line of her belly is athletic and her legs are long and sensuous.
The old guy was at my shoulder as we watched her model the dress for her husband, but she drew the curtain, offering us a defiant smile before allowing the garment to slip from her shoulders.
I followed from one shop to another and we ended up strolling through the seedy part of town where all was deserted in the early afternoon. One shop, just opening, offered adult toys and lingerie, and Len dragged his wife in but I waited outside. They came out after a while, laughing, and Catherine was coyly guarding the new bag she was carrying.
Her eyes suddenly shot open though and she looked beyond me and called out, “Timmy – is that you?”
I turned and saw my buddy I’d just been playing pool with – Tim. He owned a few fishing boats and a mansion up on the headland overlooking the town. He was a bit on the simple side but not to the point of retardation. He was just a nice straight-forward guy.
“Oh my god it’s you, isn’t it?” Catherine cried as she hurried to him.
“Catherine! Hi – how are you?” he gushed, taking her into his arms as she flung herself at him. He was a powerfully built guy and he hugged her tight.
At lunch Catherine had talked about holidaying there in town with her parents one time back when she was about nineteen. It seemed she had met Tim back then and not seen or heard from him since.
She introduced him to her husband and then walked along with him, leaving Len and I strolling along behind. Len spoke to me kind of secretly. "Catherine asked if there are condoms back at the house. I think you guys might be getting lucky this weekend as long as you still have some."
"We have to use rubbers?"
"Yeah – she's worried about the time of her month. It would be a bit risky for her this next week or so."
"There's some in the bathroom cabinet."
"Enough for Ken and old Gus too?" Len grinned, and Catherine edged beneath his arm wanting to know what was going on. Tim had left us and was walking away looking back.
"Just talking about supplies for the weekend,” Len said. “We should pick up some beer and wine, and maybe some more condoms for the guys."
“Oh?” Catherine uttered through a sudden blush.
“It would be best if we had a couple of boxes with the three of them, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
Catherine smiled through her blush. “Yes, I suppose.”
She and Len went into the supermarket and I waited in the car. I stole a look in the bag from the adult shop where I found a little satin negligee and beneath it was a box with a thick, pink dildo.
I closed the bag and settled in the back seat to wait. They soon came from the store with bags of food, and we were on our way back to the farm. Len was driving and Catherine was in the passenger seat with the hot wind fluttering her blouse and revealing the fact that she no longer wore a bra. I'd been suspicious of the free movement of her breasts since the shop with the black dress but from where I was leaning between the front seats I then had a fine view of a nipple when her blouse lifted.
"So how long are you guys planning to stay?" I asked when we were on the open road again.
Len looked to Catherine as if they had not yet decided. "We have to be on the road early Monday morning."
"Do you think it would be okay if we stayed the weekend?" Catherine added.
"We're all hoping you will," I replied on behalf of Ken and old Gus as well.
"Looks
"Fun for who?" she replied lightly yet suggestively.
"I don't know. I wouldn't mind showing you off a bit in that black dress. Maybe even letting a few of those old fishermen get onto you."
"Not unless you give them a bath first," Catherine said shyly. She didn't defy her husband though, and he rubbed over her knee where the hem of her skirt rested, and stroked casually upward, gathering it a little.
"She did look good in that dress didn't she?" Len said to me, meeting my eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"Looks good in that blouse too," I smiled, leaning further forward to deliberately have a look over her shoulder.
Catherine pushed my head playfully and I caught her wrist and pulled her around a bit. We struggled and I held her while Len reached in and felt a breast.
"Hey! Watch the road!" she complained. The car had veered into the middle.
"Well show him properly," Len argued lightly.
Catherine looked back at me. I held her gaze while her cheeks reddened, and then she slipped a button and one more below that, and she glanced down at herself and then her face lifted and her eyes held mine as she opened her blouse.
Instinctively I reached for her and felt a tit. I cupped one of them softly and rubbed over the nipple with my thumb. Her eyes closed and she bit lightly upon her bottom lip.
"I like other men feeling me up in front of my husband," she said sweetly, peering at Len and lifting her arm out of the way while I had a feel of her other tit as well.
Len's hand had moved back to her leg and he was rubbing upward with her skirt folding around his wrist. "So you do want me to take you to town and let some other guys do you?" he asked her warmly and quite seriously.
"Okay," Catherine replied softly, resting back around in her seat and leaving her blouse open. She touched her husband's wrist and clung to it as he felt right up between her thighs. Her legs had opened and she gripped the armrest on the car door as her body braced.
"Take these off," Len said to her, and she wriggled and worked her panties from beneath her legs.
"Do you want me to drive?" I asked, a little concerned about the way we were all over the road.
"No, it's okay.
“Love, do you want to try that new toy?"
"What – now?" Catherine blushed, obviously startled a little, and she glanced back at me. She smiled a little though and she finished stretching her panties from her heels and tucked them into the bag from the toy shop that was at her feet.
“Go on – just give us a little demo," Len went on smoothly.
Catherine didn't answer him but when her hand emerged from the bag she was holding the box with the dildo in it. She placed it upon her lap and picked at the tape that sealed the box closed. "Just a demo," she teased. "And that means you only get to watch!"
"Sure! We'll just watch," Len smiled, opening his hands and then deliberately placing them on the steering wheel to indicate he was busy anyway.
Catherine took the thing out of the box. It was more than she could close her hand around. It was bright pink and veined with a realistic head that was broader than a real one. It was perhaps seven or eight inches long with a round base that resembled a man's balls, and upon the upper side were small, soft looking nodules.
"Just a demo!" she reiterated teasingly, and she adjusted her seat back a bit and lifted her skirt to mid-thigh. She then watched her husband while she fed the dildo up under her skirt and between her thighs. She held the rounded end in both hands, and as her legs parted further she began rolling her wrists.
Len and I watched in silence. Catherine's eyes had softly closed and she was gently biting down on her lower lip. Her wrists were rolling steadily but they suddenly stopped and she bit down harder on her lip and carefully forced the dildo further beneath her skirt.
She gave a little gasp and her eyes opened.
"That's the head in," Len suggested, and she smiled.
“Yes – the head is in me,” she said, peering from her husband, back over her shoulder to me.
She then slowly exhaled and took another deep breath. And her wrists moved once again and her eyes widened. "It's a bit thick," she uttered softly, shifting a little in her seat, scooting down a bit, and then her arms were moving slowly back and forth while she still gripped the round base with both hands.
Her eyes had closed again, and once more she bit down on her lower lip and forced the dildo in further. It was a slow, methodical action and her skirt was then bunched right up high, and as she withdrew the dildo I could see the wet mark to within two inches of the base. She withdrew until the head almost appeared and then she forced the length of the thing back in.
"That's it, baby. All the way!" her husband groaned.
Catherine's eyes opened and flashed from Len to me. She pulled her skirt up over her belly and looked down at herself. Her other hand was over the base of the dildo and her pussy was split over the thick, rounded section. She withdrew a few inches and forced it back in with the soft nodules grazing her swollen clit and causing her body to shudder.
She then withdrew the dildo completely, allowing the massive head to squeeze from her dripping folds. She was watching our faces when she touched the head against her pussy lips again, and she forced the entire length of the thing inside of herself once more. She moaned softly and ground her clit against the nodules, and then with her left hand clutching her skirt upon her belly and her hips rolling she started fucking herself slowly and forcefully.
Len had pulled the car off the road and stopped to watch. I was leaning right through the seats so I could see the thick pink shaft sliding in and out of her. "Is this what you wanted?" she uttered breathlessly, and she withdrew completely again.
“Do you like seeing it all the way in me?” she said, sort of teasingly. “I’ve never had anything as thick as this inside me before,” she smiled, and she sunk the dripping tool back into her stretched little hole.
Her body bucked against the base that time and another moan escaped upon her breath. Her eyes shot open and her back arched, and she started thrusting the dildo with short, rapid strokes. Her legs were spread wide and her hips were grinding her clit against the nodules each time she rammed the thing in deep. She worked herself into a frenzy and suddenly her body convulsed into orgasm.
Len and I watched in silence while she writhed about and finally settled, panting and completely flushed. Back on Earth she looked a little sheepish. We watched her carefully extract the dildo and put it back in its box.
"That was amazing, love," Len said warmly, and she gave us a little smile.
She fixed her skirt down and adjusted her seat. Len drove back onto the road. I settled back a bit but remained at Catherine's shoulder. She gave me another little smile and watched my hand close over her tit again.
Her body trembled causing her tit to wobble beneath the gentle grip I had on her nipple. I leaned down and sucked it into my mouth, softly rolling my tongue around the firm little bud.
"Did you like watching me do that?" she asked softly.
"Do you want to get in the back here with me so I can show you how much?" I replied.
"But there's no room with all those groceries," Catherine teased.
"I might pull over again so we can both fuck you over the bonnet of the car," Len suggested.
"No you won't!" Catherine shot back at him defiantly. "Wouldn't you rather take me to bed and make love to me?"
"Make love to you? Well yes, but aren't we supposed to be just having fun?"
"Isn't showing me off fun?"
"I guess."
"And when you're watching some old fisherman on top of me, won't that be fun?" Catherine went on.
Len grunted in the positive.
"Well I think, as my husband, you should want to save yourself for when we're alone together so you can reassure me. Don't you?"
I wasn't sure how serious she was and I don't think Len was either. The idea though, of stopping and bending her over the car (which I kind of liked), vanished, and we were soon rattling along the driveway to the farm.
****
Later that afternoon I was strolling by their bedroom door and I could hear Len fucking her. The children had gone off horse riding and their door was open so they were obviously taking advantage of the opportunity to lift the rating above PG. I poked my nose around the door and immediately met Catherine's eyes.
Her chin was bouncing upon her husband's shoulder and he was in the final stages of getting his load off. He thrust one final time and expelled a loud groan. And after a moment jiggling and jerking he rolled off and lay beside her with his arm across his face.
Catherine propped herself upon her elbows and her blouse slipped from her shoulders to reveal her tits. She'd closed one leg across to meet the other but it waved loosely back and forth a little and she gave me a smile.
I asked her a silent question and she slowly shook her head. "You have to wait," she said, mouthing the words and making no sound to alert her husband that I was standing there. I looked back down at her pussy and she waited a few seconds before closing her leg across completely. "Soon," she said softly and I backed away before Len stirred.
I got to chatting with Len after dinner that night. "That was pretty hot in the car today," I started.
"Yeah, but she threw me a bit with that 'don't you want to make love to me' line."
"I noticed you ended up getting lucky anyway."
"True! And you guys will too but she wants to wait until the kids go home. She thinks things would get out of hand and it wouldn't be appropriate with them here in the house."
"I agree. It's best to wait. I think Ken said they have a bus to catch at about 6 on Saturday morning."
"Yeah, Catherine and I were talking about it. As soon as they've gone you guys can start fucking her. And maybe we could take her to town on Saturday night. Do you guys know which clubs are the best to go to?"
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