Author's Note: Thank you all for reading! We're moving into the next phase of Kat and John's affair. I hope you find the action pleasing. I appreciate all the comments, votes, and feedback!
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"Babe, it's my turn to surprise you," Kat said. "I promise. It's something super fun."
"I know you're busy, though, Kitty Kat," I told her and kissed her on the nose.
"Let's do it," she said. "I want to take you further into the iceberg." She bit her lip. "I've had to lay some groundwork, and this is a surprise I want to give you."
"Okay," I relented. "I can't wait for it. Can I get a hint?"
"No!" she said, rolling out of bed and putting her panties on. I caught one last glimpse of the blue jeweled butt plug I had put inside her a few minutes before. She pulled on her yellow sun dress.
"I'm going to be thinking about you all afternoon," I said.
"I hope so," she said and smiled her TV smile. "I want you to jerk off thinking about me trying on wedding dresses with your butt plug inside me."
"You want me to send you a video of me cumming thinking about it?" I asked.
"Yes!" She exclaimed. "Oh my god! Please, baby!"
In the two months since her engagement, Kat and I had ramped up our affair in certain areas. One was that we started taking pics and making videos together and for each other. I had built up a nice little homemade porn collection with Kat. It had always been a hobby of mine, and I liked looking back at videos and pictures of past conquests.
"I'll do it," I said and kissed her goodbye. "I promise."
Before the door even clicked closed, I was on my couch with my cock out of my shorts. I opened my laptop and set it next to me, clicking on a folder within my private porn stash labeled "Jess." I tried not to dip into this well too frequently. It was fraught with memories. But today I was drawn to it. I double-clicked a random file. It was a cell phone video and jerkily came into focus on a swimming pool, then panned to Jess's angelic face. She wore oversized sunglasses and had her natural, cornsilk blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her blue thong bikini was visible as she floated through the water toward me as I sat on the edge of the pool. My cock was hanging out of my swim trunks, waiting for her, and she eagerly swam up and took it in her mouth.
I sat on the couch and stroked myself as I watched. I remembered this trip. We had rented a beautiful house in the Texas Hill Country for her twenty-third birthday. We swam and fucked all weekend. Seeing her on the computer screen, adoringly sucking my cock, made me wonder what she was doing today. Right now. It had been two years since she had gone to rehab. An eight ball a day was never going to work out well for her. Her personality was so addictive. Based on her Instagram, she spent her time focused on dogs and yoga, throwing herself into them and sober living as enthusiastically as she had into our four-year affair. Relationship wasn't quite the right word. It was unofficially official. We simply hung out a lot. We partied. We fucked. Our chemistry in and out of the bedroom was uncanny. But I couldn't commit to her. I blamed it on the age difference -- when we split up, I was 36, and she was 25 -- but that was only because I wasn't emotionally mature enough to frankly discuss with her my desire to remain a bachelor.
I opened another video. Jess rode my cock in a Vegas hotel room. The video was being filmed by a third person from the reflection in a mirror. Melanie, Jess's best friend, had taken it. She had joined us for the weekend, and it wasn't the first time. Jess liked sharing her friends with me. I remembered this trip particularly well. Melanie had let me take her anal cherry.
My thoughts wandered to that anal deflowering. I stroked my cock with increasing urgency, then reminded myself I had promised Kat a video. I opened my phone's camera and pressed record. I lost myself in the memory. Jess, newly graduated from college, had held my cock and helped me put it into her lifelong best friend's virgin ass. I had prepped Melanie with fingers and toys and a long rimming session before taking the final step of fucking her, and she had taken it like a champ.
It didn't take me long to cum from the memory. I jerked off with enthusiasm and grunted through my climax. The cum shot up my abdomen and hit my shirt. I made sure to capture how far on the video. I sent it to Kat right away. "Sorry," I wrote, "I couldn't wait. You know exactly what I was thinking about if I came that fast. Enjoy."
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The following Friday, Kat had lined up her surprise. She did an excellent job of keeping any details from me. I was curious and excited. Surprises usually had been my department, and it excited and flattered me that Kat took the time to plan something special for me.
She gave me an address and told me to be there, dressed something outside in Houston's sweltering July weather, at 6 p.m. I looked up the location, and it was a newly opened boutique hotel. That's cool, I thought, I can dig a no-holds-barred night at a hotel with her. No holes barred, either. I chuckled to myself. Bad puns were something Kat and I shared a taste for.
When I arrived, however, it wasn't what I had expected. There was a huge party going on. As it turned out, this was the hotel's grand opening. It was a beach-themed outdoor bash crawling with local foodies and social climbers.
I spotted Kat at the bar, chatting with a slightly taller, slightly less dirty blonde who wore a clingy white cotton dress that had been swallowed up by her ass crack. I approached her with discretion, joining the line at the bar and waiting my turn. Her fiance was out of town for the weekend, but I didn't want to be obvious at such a public event. I had noticed a couple press photographers milling about on my way in. When I got a glass of white wine, Kat motioned me over.
"Hi!" she said and greeted me with a friendly hug. She was really good at playing this part. "John, you should meet my dear friend Rita Johnson." She introduced me to the blonde, and I recognized her immediately. It was the bombshell weather girl from a rival local TV station. Her engagement and wedding bands looked as spectacular in person as they did on TV. "Rita and I used to work together at KLLL."
"Nice to meet you," Rita said in a bubbly tone that sold me immediately on the fact that her TV persona was her real one.
"I'm a fan," I said and shook her hand. "It's really nice to meet you, too."
"I was just telling Rita about how we knew each other," Kat said. She had an amused twinkle in her eyes. "We kept bumping into each other at events where I was a disaster! The short rib and the flat tire!"
"I hear chivalry isn't dead," Rita said.
I laughed. "It was the least I could do," I said.
"Or you were just trying to get laid," Rita said, lowering her voice. I was taken aback by honest surprise. She and Kat laughed.
"Excuse us for a minute, John," she said. "We were just on our way to the restroom."
I surveyed the party. The weather was stifling. I admired how Kat's hips swayed in a high-cinched green summer dress. Her ass ate the fabric, too. The engagement ring stood out on her left hand. My cock stirred. I wanted her. I wasn't sure how long I'd care to stay in the heat and humidity.
