Catherine

I live for the moment when I hear that whimper in her throat at our very first deep kiss. Her breathing getting heavier, catches with each gentle caress, touch, stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will not speak..., yet.

Chapter 9 - Edited

I Guess This Means I like You!

My usual alarm clock, is a morning piss hard-on.

Also this morning, it's to the warmth of this beautiful woman lying next to me. Who, with one of her long beautiful legs draped across me, her head propped in her hand, a beautiful smile on her face and a "Good morning," she says.

How lucky can I be to be waking up to this.

Turning onto my side, propping my head in my hand, "Good morning to you too Catherine! So how long have you been awake, and is everything alright?"

"Oh yes Mister Swaggart!" Her reply. "Every thing's perfectly fine. An about your wanting to know how long I've been awake, I'm not really sure," she says.

Where she looks back to see the digital clock sitting on the night stand by her side of the bed. Then turning back, "Oh..., maybe thirty minutes or so," she says.

"Having to pee really bad is what woke me." She says. "Which I took care of quietly, so I wouldn't wake you. An now...., I've just been laying here watching you sleep, and admiring how very handsome you are," she says.

Which has me leaning into her so I can place a kiss on her pretty mouth.

"I never felt, or heard you get up, an I'm a pretty light sleeper." Its telling her. "So how did you manage to do that --- get up, go to the bathroom, then back in bed without waking me?" Asking now. "Which means Catherine, you must have really wore me out!" My confession.

Smiling, she touches her finger to my lips "Well..., you have, been a very busy boy, trying to keep up with me." She teases.

"Yes Catherine, I'll concede that much." Because she has. "An your certainly are a hand full! But still..., rat farts have woken me up in some of the places I've had to sleep." Joking with her.

"You are so fucking crazy Swaggart," she says, laughing at the rat joke.

"Oh, speaking of waking up Mister Swaggart." she says "Do you always wake up like this?" Its hand gripping my hard-on gets me sucking in a deep breath with it.

"Well..., almost all the time Catherine." Letting the breath out. "Maybe ever since I was twelve years old..., I think, anyway."

"Well then you are a very lucky man Mister Swaggart!" She's telling me. "Because you have an absolutely gorgeous dick! And you, and it, have done some amazing things to me --- I want you to know!" Her confession now.

"Thank you Catherine! I know it, and me have been throughly impressed with you too!"

Now that hand she has around my dick has moved to my shoulder to push me over onto my back, gets her stretching out on top of me. Then with her chin resting on her folded hands across my chest, her beautiful eyes looking into mine, "I was also thinking about what you asked last night." She says.

"What I asked last night Catherine?"

"Yes."

"Yes..., what?"

"Yes..., I accept." She says. "That is, if the invitation is still open?"

"You mean Catherine..., staying with me at my house the next couple of nights?"

"Yes, that is if you still want me too?" Her reply.

"You're sure now Catherine?"

"Yes, I'm very sure!" She replies. "So then..., I guess this means I like you, huh?"

"Oh, I sure hope so Catherine! You already know how I feel about you." Reminding her

"Yes Bobby, I do!" she says "An I do mean, really like knowing that too. Witch means, we also need to talk." She's saying now. "An its something very important, for both of us. So I need to make this very clear, okay?"

"Alright, go on." Replying to her.

"First..." She says. "Like I've told you, I have some very strong feelings for you too. An, as I told you last night, I don't understand them, because I've never felt like this."

"But..." She goes on."I also have very strong feeling for..., people, friends, close..., friends! Who..., I will see, for the reasons I've always been seeing them, including..., alone too." Her laying that last part out there --- meaning with, "HIM."

"Bobby...," Her going on. "I like the life I've been living. An now I want you in it too." she says. "You, are a very..., special man, who has created something very special between us, and I don't, want, to lose that." Sounds sincere.

"An that's why I need to make myself clear to you so what happened this morning, won't happen again. So, am I clear enough?" She ask now.

She just nailed where I am in her life

"Catherine..., I told you how I feel, and it's true, and honest. An..., I also said, I would never interfere in anything you ever wanted to do, and that means, anyone too!"

"Bobby..., Was I clear?" Her firmly asking again.

"Crystal..., Catherine! So Was I?" Answering and asking back.

"Crystal! Sargent Swaggart!"

Which has both of us breaking up laughing.

"That scene in the movie Catherine --- is why I watch that movie." Altering the subject.

"Is he late this morning Catherine? " As I'm looking over at the clock asking it. And should one of us be getting your phone from your purse?"

"No Bobby." she says. "When I left the bathroom, I brought it back with me --- it's under my pillow. An yes, it's usually around this time, but it varies depending on where he is." She's telling me.

"Okay then. So, maybe I should be in the shower already..., just in case?"

"No..., not yet. She says. "I still have some business with you this morning, so you can stay if I get a call --- its usually not very long." She's telling me.

"Alright Catherine? But what are you going to tell him about not being here tomorrow --- that is, if he ask?"

"It's alright Bobby --- it's nothing." She says. "So stay..., but please, you have to be quiet! Okay?"

With only nod of my head telling her I understand. An the thought, "It's nothing?" You, with a girlfriend or, with "HIM?" When ever or..., where ever that might be.

Catherine, still stretched out on top of me, keeping my hard-on trapped tightly between her thighs, teasing it by rubbing them together. While my hands are busy gliding up, and down her back, over her sweet ass, with an occasional hard squeeze to those luscious cheeks. As we're making out --- tongues fighting in each others mouth.

But all to soon it's a muffled ring tone that brings all of it to a stop. Where she slides a hand under her pillow to retrieve her phone. An with that, and what she sees on the screen, along with the expression on her face --- I know who it is.

"Bobby...," she says. "Please, don't do, or say anything." Her gentle reminder as she's about to answer his call.

So with just a nod of my head acknowledging her wish, she rolls off me onto her back, answering the call with a cheerful, "Good morning you! As she looks at me with a nod of her head, confirming what I already thought.

"No, I was already awake. Begins her one sided conversation.

"Yes I am. But there's a friend in town who's invited me stay with them for the next couple of days so we can work on some issues before I go to DC next week. But I should be home by Friday night. But as you know, baring that last minute thing that has to be done right there. --- Oh! Is your flight still scheduled to be in around nine Friday evening? --- Okay --- So you should be home by ten or so? --- Alright, let me, or Maria know if you want us to have something ready for you. Oh! Did that issue get resolved you were telling me about," she asking.

Laying naked right beside her, listening to her one sided conversation with Jon thinking, how kinky this is, with my hard-on right up against his wifes' leg. An for some reason, I'm not at all surprised how relaxed she is. --- like she said. "It's nothing," to be having a conversation with him while someone else is with her --- like I am now. Only to realize, I'm not the only one who's been like this with her --- has it Catherine? Like --- "HIM," probably? Or just as likely. with another woman laying right beside you too. But I think that's about to change with me, and her.

Now it's up, and onto my knees, bending over to take her left nipple, sucking it firmly into my mouth. This unexpected move from by me --- is her voice betraying what I just did in the words she just spoke to her husband.

An with her free hand trying to push my head away, I nip that sweet nipple firmly, brings on a, "DAMN IT!" With her up off the mattress swinging that free hand at me.

An of course expecting something back from her I've already backed out of her reach, trying not to laugh out loud at the dirty look she's giving me. Yeah..., if looks could kill.

But Jon must have asked what happened because it's her slow reply, "I ah..., I just..., got..., a..., bit." Stumbling the words. Is followed by her panicked look at what she just said.

Where my thoughts must have been written all over my face too.

But it's her quick come back --- staring daggers at me, at the same time she's saying into the phone, "I think Katelyn will need an exterminator to take care of some pest around here!" As Catherine's looking hard at me.

Where my exaggerated, pained expression, while holding my hand over my heart, silently mouthing, "You mean me?" Has Catherine nodding her head vigorously meaning yes, shaking her fist at the same time for emphasis!

But I'm no where through with her, sitting back on my heels waiting to see what she does next.

An when she lays back with her head on the pillow, only this time, its with her knees up, feet flat on the mattress. But it's what she does next that almost stops me from doing what I had in mind.

Sliding her hand down over her belly, down over her beautiful full camel toe, where her middle finger works its way into the crease. An with the additional help of two more fingers, she parts it revealing her gorgeous, big clitoris, an begins masturbating as she's while listening to what ever Jon is saying in her ear.

Sitting back as I am, watching this blatant display, where its to the point that is all I can do to keep from moving her hand away, and replacing it with my mouth --- but this, is just to good to interfere with, yet.

Then suddenly realizing this is not the first time she's done this --- putting on a show like she is --- only this time it's for me. Because Jon's not here to watch you, but he knows --- you've told him you do this when he calls --- so is he masturbating too, visualizing you doing it? I love the thought of it!

My dick twitches, and I begin to stroke it.

How wicked is this, with her husband talking in her ear, at the same time she's watching me slowly sliding my hand back forth over my cock, and not hiding it --- in fact, making sure she can see it --- raising up on my knees. A kinky thought now, should I move up between her legs, and cum on her pussy --- maybe the same time Jon cums in his hand.

A lightening bolt thought --- what if he was here, and we both did it at the same time. Like the time Alex, and me on Jennifer --- damn that was kinky Sunday afternoon --- the two of them sharing my dick!

But it's the current thought of what I had intended to do to her in the first place that stops me. An the position she's in will make it much easier.

Moving in front of her raised knees --- where she suddenly realizes what I'm about to do. An not having the leverage to stop me when I take her by the ankles an roughly pull her back to me. But when I push her legs apart there's a definite lack of resistance by her in keeping them together.

Then nudging her hand away where I see she's already churned up some creamy droplets at her over stimulated opening, drawing my mouth right to them, where my tongue spreads them over her swollen, "lady-dick." Yeah, big, her clitoris, bigger than any I've had the great pleasure of making oral love to, or teasing with my fingers!

An wanted to see it so bad that day I masturbated her on the train.

An it's the erotic, musky scent of last nights sex, that really puts the energy into my tongue working over that big, "lady dick."

Laying flat on my stomach, my piss hard grinding I'm into the mattress with the excitement of what I'm doing --- her legs spread wide around my arms, with my fingers holding her pussy folds open --- I devour her delicious cunt.

An with her hand on the top of my head, fingers rhythmically stroking through my hair, pulling a hand full each time my tongue roughly laps across that big clitoris --- such a delicious meaty pussy, a feast for my mouth!

Licking from her clenching brown butt hole, to lapping at her, "lady-dick," --- repeating till at last she gives it up to me --- a fist stuffed in her mouth, phone held away so any thing that escapes from around that fist won't betray her whole body quivering orgasm.

Oh, how I absolutely love..., going down on a woman! An Catherine's is so expressive when she cums!

I wouldn't know if, or what, Jon may of heard, but what he's been saying brings Catherine to her answering with only simple yes-s, and no-s, struggling to control how she says those simple word.

An for me, are those yes-s in response to what I was doing --- the no-s meaning don't stop? But one thing's for sure, my oral love making had her grinding her pussy back against my mouth --- eating her alive!

Also, while my tongue was working it's magic on her, it was the expressions washing over her face with those fingers running over my head flexing in time to the pleasure waves coursing through her body, had her legs squeezing, and flexing against my shoulders. All of it telling me how much she loved it. But now, it's the kinkiest of ideas that's come into my fevered mind.

Getting up to wrap my arms around her legs, lifting, and pulling her back into me. Then using my weight to fold them back onto her, gets the head of my dick right at her creamy, wet opening. An with her legs held back like this, I can easily slide my cock almost straight down into her. Then easing my weight off my arms, my dick burrows into her till my balls lay against her tight brown butt hole.

Then again, using my arm strength to lift myself up until the head of my dick is just at the point of leaving her tightly stretched opening. Only to slowly let myself back down to bury it back into her, --- repeating it again, and again --- and again.

My God, she is so damn delicious --- I'll repeat it for ever!

Eyes closed, her head pressed back into the pillow, her face contorted with the exquisite pleasure --- she teeters on edge of a another orgasm.

But damn it man! What, in, the, world..., is taking Jon so damn long with what ever he's telling her?

Pushing that aside with the thought of how damn --- crazy this is! Fucking his beautiful wife while he's still talking in her ear --- it's, it's..., so very, very wrong! But I'm loving every inch of my cock buried in his beautiful wife's pussy!

Then this weird thought! I wonder if he would get off on it if he knew? She did say he likes watching her masturbate. An what were her words, "Then Helps Him Out?" Her euphemism for jerking, or sucking him off? Would he do it if he could see us now?

That vision of him, and me jerking off over Catherine, now ancient history in the recesses of my mind.

There are men who love watching their wives fucking another man. I loved watching Sally with Alex --- I thought she was more beautiful at those times then I could have ever imagined any other way.

Those thoughts broken into with her, "Thank...., you...., too, hon." She's telling him. "I'll..., ah... see..., you a..., Friday..., night. O..., okay..., Bye, Bye." At last!

Where she slams the phone down on the bed, "Damn You!" She curses me. But that doesn't even phase --- my mouth coming down hard onto hers silences any more talk about damning me for what I know she's loving anyway.

But she vigorously breaks the kiss, "You bastard! You almost..." Her cursing me again.

"Catherine, are you sure you dropped the call," my interrupting her. I wouldn't want Jon to go through what I went through listening to you, and Nancy fucking."

Wishing, and dieing I had been there that time, instead of jerking my cock to them.

Wide eyed, she begins frantically feeling around on the bed for it. An when at last finding it, and brings it up to see --- yes, the relief on her face, the call had dropped.

"You bastard, how..." More of her cursing me. An cutting her off crushing my mouth onto hers again. where that exquisite fuck she is, takes over both our minds, and bodies. As our over heated passion has the bed shaking, and squeaking under our frantic flesh slapping together fuck!

An with her fingers digging into my back, those long legs stretched around my arms, my thrusting dick burrows into her over, and over, meeting the humping of her gorgeous womanly ass back to meet my every drive into her voracious pussy.

Yeah, this, is a wild fuck! Just like our first night as we went at each other hot, and hard! Where I knew she was the woman of a life time I didn't want live without. Also knowing, I would love her for the rest of my life. And this fuck ends just like last nights with her orgasmic cries, and pussy spasm squirts around my dick. But for me, my dick being piss numb, there's no orgasm for me. But it's knowing I've given her the fucking this gorgeous bitch always deserves.

Now its two exhausted bodies laying heavily in each others arms, our mouths mauling away at each others in long deep tongue probing kisses, slowly turning into long soft, tender ones.

"Catherine, you were saying something about how I was what..., my being a bastard? Smoothing silky strands of honey blond hair from her face.

Stretching her arms high over my head, "Go To Hell Swaggart," she says, laughing at me. "Yeah Catherine. If this is hell, they're going to have to drag me out of here, screaming, scratching, and clawing." Telling her the truth.

Rolling off her she scoots away from me where she's off the bed on her way to the bathroom, to a bouncy, exaggerated walk, making her ass cheeks jiggle, hips swaying back, and forth as she goes.

An just before she reaches the bathroom door, she stops, and looks back over her shoulder, where its a sassy, "Did you like that Swaggart?" Then quickly disappearing around the partially open bathroom door.

Laying back in awe at that beautiful woman, and how playful and silly she can be leaves me saying to myself once again, "My God, where has she been all my life?" But it's my bladder reminding me I need to take a piss, and it better be now!

Hearing the shower running as I'm getting up off the bed, an when entering the bathroom its seeing her standing outside the shower door tying her hair up, "I don't have time to dry wet hair this morning." She's telling me. "Because I want to treat you to breakfast. Plus I have to get some things together to take with me if I'm going to stay with you." An going on. "So hurry up, and do what you have to do." Then opening the shower door, and steps in letting it close behind her.

Finishing up with what I had to do, then back to open the shower door to see her slowly turning around as the water washes over her wet, glistening body. An seeing me watching her, "It's about time you got in here!" she says." Where she reaches over to the shelf to retrieve her body wash, and holding it out to me.

So filling my hand with the liquid, an placing the bottle back on the ledge. An starting at her shoulders, and working my way down over her back, along her waist, then over those sweet ass cheeks --- an this is where I'm going to see how far she'll let me go with what I'm going to do to her next

It's my left arm over her shoulder, and across her upper chest holds her back against me as my soapy right hand slides down through her butt crack. Where the tip of my middle finger has her body tensing up from the pressure of it on her tight brown butt hole, where surprisingly, she hasn't tried to pull away?