Cathy was cute, with an innocent girl-next-door face. She worked an I.T. firm and pretty much dressed the part, not nerdy, but like most I.T. folks she generally couldn't be bothered to 'pretty things up' too much for days spent mostly in front of computer.
Very few people suspected the lusty thoughts that lurked beneath that open, smiling face. Nor did they have much of an idea of the built-for-sex body that hid beneath her everyday clothes. Though her breasts were large (and natural), for work, she actually shopped for bras that minimized their size. Call her crazy, but she liked it when guys looked in her eyes when they talked to her about work matters. By night, going out, that was a different story–but she'd worked out her daytime alter-ego pretty well.
Today she was extra casual. She'd donned on her most sensible bra and grabbed one of her husband Jeff's shirts to throw over the top. Plain khaki pants, glasses, she was in a very geeked-out, non-sexy state. That wasn't to say she wasn't in the mood for sex.
It had been a long week and she'd barely seen Jeff. Her company was getting ready to roll out a new website for a medical client that next Monday. As usual, there just wasn't enough time in the day. Her team had worked into the early hours of Friday night/Saturday morning, still hadn't been finished, returned to work by ten A.M. Saturday and had been working straight through.
Cathy was in charge of the page design and content, Scott took care of anything backend or SQL related, and Brandon was their new flash wizard.
Cathy looked to the clock in frustration—10:35! She and Jeff had been making big plans for tonight, but the time just kept flying by. Jeff called it computer-time vs. real-time. If Cathy said she'd be an hour, it meant she'd probably take two or more. This had been extra true this week, much to her frustration.
Cathy grabbed her blackberry and went out to the hall to call home. She really hoped Jeff was still up. One ring. Two rings. Three. Shit, he might have drifted off waiting.
"Hello," he said on the other end in his best
I wasn't asleep
voice.
"Hi Sweetie, it's going long as usual."
"That's what she said."
"Stop," she whispered.
"What, stop making bad jokes?"
"No, stop even mentioning sex. I
so
wanted to have SexFest Number 25."
"Don't worry about it, it'll happen when it happens" said Jeff. "What time do you think you'll be done?"
Cathy stuck her head into room. "Guys, how long?"
"About an hour for me." said Scott, not even looking up from his screen.
"Same," said Brandon, glancing up with his cute smile.
"Well let's shoot for that, I turn into a pumpkin at midnight."
They both muttered their agreement.
"Midnight-ish," said Cathy.
"Computer-time or real-time?" asked Jeff.
"Real-time, I'm pretty sure. We've already burned through the computer-time."
"Don't worry about it;" said Jeff in his sweet way, "I'm guessing we'll still be able to slip something in."
"I said to stop!" admonished Cathy. "I love you."
"Love you, too. Now get to work."
Cathy slid back in front of her monitor, tweaking the last pieces of design. She was really as done as she could be until Brandon delivered the Flash elements. She found her mind drifting over their many Saturday adventures.
Saturdays had somehow turned into their 'fun' night. It had started with a tradition of Margaritas in the late afternoon which generally led to some sort of amorous adventures. Then, one night, about six months into their marriage, they'd had that first no-holds-barred crazy night. Cathy stared blankly at the screen, reminiscing back to that first historic occasion.
***
They'd had more than a few drinks when Jeff casually picked up the remote and pushed play. The screen came to life, and moaning came out of the speakers.
"Jeff?" said Cathy incredulously as she saw bodies writhing about on the screen.
Jeff blushed a deep red. "I just thought...you know, it might be fun."
"Okay," said Cathy tentatively. The part of her raised in a conservative house wanted to ask him to shut it off, but the wild child inside her was already intrigued and getting rapidly drawn in by the naked bodies on the screen.
That night had marked several firsts.
It was their first porn, an old Nikki Dial movie called
Miss Twenty-first Century
. Jeff had been too embarrassed to rent anything, so he'd driven to a video store a couple of suburbs over. Cathy laughed as he described agonizing about purchasing it, but finally doing so by grabbing this movie from the sale rack with cash, so the 'porn cops' couldn't track down his real identity—if there were such a thing.
The plot, as far as she could gather, was a competition for the woman best at sex. The story progressed and she and Jeff watched in an uncomfortable silence as they got more and more horny. Finally, a scene came up with a blowjob competition between three couples, and that pushed Cathy over the edge. She joined the couples on screen, kneeling between Jeff's legs and doing something she did very well. As she sucked hungrily on Jeff's cock, she looked over to see a bottle of baby lotion that just 'happened' to be on the coffee table. Ripping off her top and bra, she seductively poured oil down her chest and worked it in.
It was time for another first. Although she'd certainly cradled his cock between her ample breasts many times before, this was the first time he titfucked her until he came. Cathy wrapped her slick tits around his shaft and worked him into a true frenzy. Loving the feel of his cock pressed between her waiting orbs, she couldn't help but smile with joy as she heard his moans change. She also groaned with pleasure as the explosion came. The first gush went all the way up to her chin, followed by another and another. Volumes of cum poured downward and she stared seductively into Jeff's eyes as she mixed the oil and cum together over her tits.
The baby oil proved useful an hour later when they used it for
another
first. She was on top of him on the bed, riding him for all he was worth when he slipped out the other way into the crack of her ass. Rather than put him right back in, she reached around and worked him between her cheeks. He paused as one thrust pushed right against the place they'd never gone before. No words were exchanged; Cathy simply grabbed the baby oil and squeezed an ample dose into her crack and over his cock. She positioned him there, and lowered herself slowly. At first, she opened slowly, but with the extra lubrication she found herself accepting him easily the rest of the way. Jeff went in a few inches and stopped. They looked at each other inquisitively.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Dirty," she whispered. "But not awful."
Beyond the physical pleasure, the emotional elements were intriguing. They were both immensely excited by the forbidden and taboo nature. Jeff worked his way into her, deeper and faster as the oil kept doing its job and her muscles kept relaxing. It ended with him shooting off inside her and Cathy thrilled at the deep heat of his cum filling her in this new place. They fell asleep draped across each other, Jeff's juices still dripping out of her.
Somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00 that morning, the fun continued. Cathy was sleeping on her stomach and woke to find a surprisingly stiff cock (considering Jeff's prior exertions) sliding into her. Waking slowly, she raised up onto her knees to accept the slow, methodical pounding Jeff was giving her. Everything about that sex was perfect, his hips slamming against her ass, her tits swaying pendulously beneath her. Even the way their breath came out in explosive gasps seemed tied into some sort ancient, sexual rhythm they'd found.
Cathy's orgasm began and she moaned with joy, loving the feel of Jeff's thrusts driving her into ecstasy. However, Jeff didn't stop. He kept going in a machine-like fashion. The pleasure turned from joy to that almost ticklish, uncomfortable post-orgasm feeling. "Stop," she gasped, her body shaking with overwhelming sensations.
"No," Jeff grunted and he continued his inexorable thrusts. Thankful he'd ignored her cries of discomfort, a shocking wave of pleasure suddenly rolled through her body. She'd 'thought' she'd had orgasms before, but the tremors that rocked her body then proved she had only been reaching 5 on the Richter scale. That night she'd discovered 8 for more than half an hour as Jeff continued his slow jackhammer-like motions, driven on by her hypnotic cries.
They'd woken in the morning, and Jeff said, "That was quite a SexFest," and the name had stuck.
***
SexFest #2 had been almost as memorable. Jeff had made a trip to a local 'toy store' and come back with a very fun bag of surprises. There had been a ginormous silicon dildo that had proved more of a party trick than a pleasure. On the plus side, her first pocket rocket had also been put to use that night, which had been a constant companion ever since.
That evening, and in ones to follow, Jeff tried reproducing his unbelievable stamina from the first SexFest, but results proved elusive. It seemed there had been a magical chemistry in that first night, but
finding
that formula wasn't easy. Not that Cathy ever complained, Jeff was amazing lover. It was more Jeff who kept hoping to drive her over the edge again in marathon fashion. They'd found other ways to
multiply
her with toys and tongue, and fingers. Now and again Jeff would last an extra, extra long time, but he kept hoping for more, for that unlimited reserve he'd found the first night.
SexFest #13, or #14 (they all started to blend together); Jeff gave her the hugest surprise of her life.
"I think I've found a way." he said as they started their evening.
"A way to what?" Cathy asked.
"To uh... push you
there
, you know. Like the first time."
"Oh God Jeff, would you stop thinking about that. You give me SO much pleasure."
"But I can't stop thinking about it." Jeff said. "I can still hear the way you sounded that night. It's the sound I want to find again, your voice was so different. Beyond that, I can sill see your face on the pillow, watching you from behind. Anyway, I've got a solution. Just wait."
Things progressed as usual that evening. Porn –
