Jeri Littles had been the Wife of one of Stan Northfield's business associates back in Cathy's 'wild and crazy' days. Rifling through her memory bank, trying to dredge up everything she could recall about Jeri as she drove home that night, it served as a good mental exercise for Cathy to take her mind off the events of the evening.
Those days a half decade earlier had become quite a blur in Cathy's head, and thankfully there weren't a lot of photos circulating around to document them. She could still clearly picture Jeri in her mind however. Auburn-haired and about 5 foot 2, Jeri Littles was quite the spit-fire. Slightly younger than Cathy, she had very pale skin with several clusters of freckles that made her look like the most innocent girl on Earth. That innocence was certainly tainted in Cathy's mind from clear memory of doing lines of coke, among other things, with Jeri on more than one occasion on the sofa of whoever was hosting one of their 'neighborhood' get-togethers.
Cathy also remembered Jeri alluding several times to some of the more risqué hobbies she and her Husband shared, but Jeri never really seemed to push Cathy in that direction, thinking she and Stan just weren't cut from the cloth necessary to dabble in that sort of hedonistic lifestyle.
"Why are you thinking about that after all these years?" Cathy had to ask herself, now parked in her driveway before making her way into the house.
By the time she was in bed and rested her head down on the pillow beside her already sleeping Husband, Cathy playfully allowed her mind to wonder if Jeri was still active in such things.
By the next morning, a calmness had returned for Cathy, and she felt everything was going to be OK. Despite the craziness of the night before at work, nothing had really changed. Even though she'd be party to two of the models at the network doing some pretty outlandish stuff with each other in the women's shower, they hadn't had a clue Cathy was there. Sadly, she'd become quite proficient at keeping secrets and that one would be a piece of cake compared to some of the other stuff she had to deal with in her personal life. Still, just to be safe, Cathy made a point to skew her schedule away from any exercise shows with either Becky or Kevin for a few months.
Cathy also chided herself for even thinking about making contact with Jeri Littles, and opening up whatever Pandora's Box that would lead to. For awhile, Cathy honestly felt like her feet were squarely back on the ground. Like a junkie swearing off the smack in a rare moment of clarity, Cathy wouldn't have such an easy time outrunning the strange hunger brewing inside her. The unfulfilled pull of neglected want was there at every turn.
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It took about 4 days before Cathy Northfield's libidinal sanity took yet another hit.
Sitting up in bed studying her notes for the following day's shows at work, Cathy looked over at the clock and saw if was almost 11pm. Her Husband, as he often did, was sound asleep in his recliner downstairs and as for her two sons, the youngest should have been in bed and the oldest was off God knows where running around town sewing his oats.
Gazing through her preparatory notes one last time, out of habit Cathy flipped on the 11 o'clock local news to see what was happening in the world. Satisfied the world was just as screwed up as usual, she switched over to Shop Anytime a few minutes later to see if everything was cool at the network before turning in.
A lump suddenly formed in Cathy's throat when she saw one of her fellow hosts was doing an exercise show that hour. That lump turned into a full blown boulder when she realized both Kevin and Becky were working on air that night, just as they had with her four days earlier. The remote control now trembling in her manicured right hand, Cathy couldn't move her thumb to switch the television off.
Feeling a voyeuristic grip invisibly clutch her entire body, Cathy couldn't help but stare at Becky and Kevin each time the camera turned towards them. An instant and stirring sense of deja-vu wafted like an ionized fog through Cathy's body. The sound she'd committed to memory of the two young lovers having sex in the shower reverberating now inside her head as she watched them demonstrate the ellipticals on live TV, Cathy's right hand silently disappeared under the covers before coming to rest on the front of the silk pajama bottoms she often wore to bed.
It didn't take long before the musky wetness percolating inside Cathy's vagina began to leech through the material of her panties, coating her long pale fingers.
"Door's closed...no one will ever know," she told herself before easing the notes off her lap then sliding deeper down under the covers.
Slipping her fingertips under the elastic band of her pajama bottoms once she was comfortable, Cathy never took her eyes off the TV as she reached over with her left hand and turned off the light on the nightstand. The room bathed now in nothing but the glow coming from the television screen, Cathy gently began dipping her fingers one at a time into her buttery and fizzing quim.
"This is soooo wrong," she cringed to herself watching one of her friends and fellow female hosts from the network do her on-air presentation while Cathy had her own right hand shamefully buried inside her underwear.
Any guilt was shelved for the moment when the camera turned back towards Becky and Kevin, each visibly sweating as they went through their paces on the exercise equipment up for sale.
Even though she'd masturbated numerous times in her own bed, no one had ever been home at the time, and she certainly didn't have the TV tuned into the very network she worked. Her fingers gradually basting in her own dripping juices, Cathy turned her head to take a mili-second look just to make sure the bedroom door was closed before committing herself fully to what she was about to do.
Satisfied she was safe in her endeavor, Cathy turned her full attention back to the TV and trained her laser-like focus on the two young models on the screen.
An extended, "MMMM..AAAHHHH," rolled from Cathy's throat, and her crotch began to rotate seductively under the covers once she'd hurled herself down that slippery slope.
Digging her heels into the mattress, Cathy could hear the sound of her fingers sloshing through her dripping cunt as she watched Becky and Kevin on the screen. Juxtaposing the image in front of her with the memorized sound of them having sex from the other night in her head, Cathy felt the most unique and surreal sensation bubbling through the gristle of her body.
Often visualizing a random man she might have met that day, someone from her past, or any one of a number of her stand-by sexual triggers when she masturbated, what she was experiencing now took everything to a completely different dimension. Laying there in bed, literally taking voyeuristic liberty with the two young models, ever pore in Cathy's body tingled when she began imagining herself having sex with both of them.
Knifing her fingers rapidly through her throbbing vulva, it looked as if a wolverine was spinning under the sheets as Cathy frigged herself towards release. While she had to get her nut as quickly as possible a few days earlier eavesdropping on Becky and Kevin in the shower, Cathy could now take her time building up to orgasm while her Husband slept downstairs. Alternating the speed and savagery of her self manipulations, out of sheer awkwardness, Cathy found herself slowing her fingers whenever the camera panned away from Becky and Kevin on the equipment and back to her fellow female host.
"I won't be able to look her in the eye the next time I see her in the hallway," Cathy cringed before slipping back into her erotic trance as soon as the two models were back on screen.
In that moment it was lost on Cathy that she was doing the very same thing that had so grossed her out when she accidentally discovered one of her Son's friends might have masturbated to her when she was on TV.
Her right hand cupped like a grappling hook against her crotch, with almost blinding speed Cathy jabbed her middle and ring fingers in and out of her cunt while grazing her thumb across the tip of her raised clitoris. Grinding her behind into the mattress below, Cathy stared straight into the television, picturing herself sandwiched between Becky and Kevin that night in the shower.
Seeing their muscles on screen repeatedly flex and fire as the unsuspecting couple worked out on the equipment, in the recesses of Cathy's mind she imagined herself snared between the two, allowing the young couple to rub their strong and probing hands all over her body. The sheet and bedspread crumpled on top of her, Cathy could feel her own wetness splattering against her hand each time she pumped her fingers in and out of her flooded fissure.
"Uh...Uh.....Uh....UHHH......UUUHHHHHH," the volume and urgency of Cathy's gasps increased until she was forced to grind her teeth together to keep from waking the house.
All that bottled up energy finally detonated a minute or so later, giving Cathy Northfield the distinct feeling of someone that had dove on top of a grenade just before it exploded when she came.
Her head tilted, now staring at Becky and Kevin through her barely slitted eyes as the tremors of her release pounded like a drum through her body, Cathy kept her hand buried deep between her thighs as she curled up in a fetal position on her side. Pinching and darting her fingers across every square inch of her spasming pussy, Cathy laid there in an almost seizure-like state imagining Kevin's cock buried deep inside her cunt while Becky simultaneously reached around her from behind, tweaking Cathy's nipples as she kissed Cathy on the neck.
Her body sprawled sideways on the bed, Cathy wallowed in that glorious state for several minutes. Finally managing to reach over to the remote and click the tv off, Cathy laid in the dark, completely drained but fulfilled, her mind once again drifting back to her old friend Jeri, and the illicit avenues she might offer.
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Jeri was about as shocked as anyone could be when she took the call from Cathy Northfield wanting to meet for cocktails one afternoon. It had been nearly five years since the two had been close, and a lot of water had flowed over falls. For starters she was now Jeri Shaw, not Jeri Littles. Finding out Jeri had divorced then re-married didn't surprise Cathy, especially when Jeri let on the guy was much older and a lot richer than her previous Husband.
Sitting in a corner booth at posh Florida bar, even though the two women were vibrant, well dressed and extremely attractive, they couldn't have been more of a mis-matched pair. Career driven and family oriented, Cathy had a much more genuine and polished aura necessary to be the TV personality and salesperson she'd become over the years. Jeri, on the other hand, had developed into the quintessential uber wannabe Sunshine-state socialite, complete with a multi-millionaire second Husband with one foot in the grave. A socialite however with very keen feminine intuition.
For Cathy to go through as much trouble as she did to find her new number and set up a date after a half decade out of touch, Jeri assumed she must be searching for something.
