Cathy could hear the sounds as soon as she walked in the front door. She had left work early due to a network outage. She figured she'd bring her laptop home and try to get some work done there.
But now she heard a sound from the back of the house, possibly crying? As she walked towards the back of the house, the sounds became clearer; this was people having sex. Cathy slowly walked up to the door of the bedroom she shared with Jim, her husband of six years. Listening with her ear to the door, she could hear a woman's moans, a man's low grunts, and creaking of the bed.
Her first thought was that people must have broken into their house. One of the two people couldn't possibly be Jim; they had just celebrated their anniversary and had plans for a date night tomorrow. Things seemed fine between them. But as she considered this, the reality set in. Feeling sick in the pit of her gut, she quietly cracked the door open.
Peeking in, she saw a woman she remembered from Jim's work, couldn't think of her name, but had met her briefly at a function. She looked different now, as she was completely naked and rocking back and forth on top of Jim. She was straddling him facing toward his feet as she vigorously rode his cock. Jim had his hands on the back of her ass and his head was thrown back looking straight up. The bed was positioned so that the pair would have had to turn their heads to the side to see the door.
Cathy stood, frozen, watching through the crack in the door. The woman popped off Jim and whirled around, putting her mouth on his cock and taking him all the way in. Jim gripped the sheets as she sucked. Cathy was surprised with herself, feeling not so much anger as fascination; she couldn't look away.
Now the woman licked slowly up Jim's belly, over his neck, and kissed him as she grinded her pussy against his erection. She continued sliding up until her crotch was over Jim's face. The woman was facing the headboard and couldn't see Cathy. Jim definitely couldn't see since his face was covered in pussy. Cathy watched as the woman lifted up slightly, Jim craning his neck and following with his tongue. Then she plopped back down, moaning louder now.
Cathy felt a pang of shame at the sensual thrill she felt. She would be too self-conscious to sit on Jim's face like that. She had always been little more on the conservative side. She and Jim had a regular sex life, not that many different positions and some oral, but it had never been an issue between them.
Now the woman moved around facing back toward Jim's feet. She settled back down on his face and leaned forward to grab his cock. She jerked him off as she rode his face, and as her moans built, she turned her head slightly and saw Cathy just as she came on Jim's face. She didn't stop, but looked Cathy right in the eye as Jim's cock spurted over her hand. Cathy could see from the woman's face that she got a thrill from the fact that Cathy was watching her. Still looking at Cathy, the woman slid forward a bit and rubbed her ass against Jim's mouth. Then she took her hand off Jim's cock and licked her fingers clean, one at a time, still looking at Cathy.
Cathy turned and walked away, still hearing the rustling on the bed. The woman was saying nothing to Jim about Cathy seeing them. Cathy got in her car and drove. Replaying the scene in her head, all Cathy could think about was whether or not she was too prudish. Cathy wasn't a nun; she married Jim at twenty-seven, but had been with a few guys before him, a couple of long term boyfriends too. Cathy had always enjoyed sex, but not the animal way of the woman she had just witnessed sucking Jim's semen from her own fingers.
As she drove, confusion and uncertainty were replaced by anger. Fuck him! Why hadn't Jim ever asked for more? How long had this been going on? With how many women?
Cathy had been driving absently and found herself in the downtown entertainment district. She parked and walked a bit, deciding to stop into a bar for a drink. Cathy was very attractive, and even in a work outfit, white shirt and below knee length skirt, she would attract attention.
She ordered a drink and blew off a couple of guys who flocked immediately to her. After a second drink, Cathy relaxed a bit. A man in a suit approached her and struck up a conversation. His name was Luke, and he had just got off work. He sat next to Cathy and they continued to talk. She decided she liked him, he wasn't trying too hard. After a bit he rested a hand on her leg as they spoke. Normally Cathy would have swatted it away, but today she let it rest there.
The conversation eventually turned sexual and Cathy admitted she felt she wasn't adventurous enough. Luke moved a little closer.
"How would you like to fix that?" He asked. Cathy was speechless for a second; Luke didn't wait for her to answer. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "Take off your panties and give them to me."
"Ok.." Cathy said, heat rushing to her cheeks. She got up and headed to the restroom. Inside, she slipped off her black lace panties and balled them up in her fist. Butterflies raging in her stomach, Cathy walked back to the bar and pressed them into Luke's hand. He seemed a little surprised that she followed through.
Suddenly feeling a surge of confidence, Cathy gave him a defiant look. "What else you got?" She asked. Immediately, she wondered what the hell she was thinking.
Luke's eyes lit up, "Come with me." He said, taking her hand and leading her back past the restrooms.
