***Author's note - This is the aptly named conclusion to "Caught In Act" ***
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Cathy got home late, thoughts of her experience with Luke buzzing in her head. She couldn't believe only a few hours ago that she had walked in on her husband Jim with a naked woman riding him. That she saw Jim with the woman all over him, and that the woman saw her, too. Cathy wondered if the woman had told Jim; he couldn't have seen his wife with his face buried in the other woman. Cathy thought about how she drove downtown and did things she never had before with a total stranger, although Luke was hardly a stranger now having been everywhere on her body. Still surprised at herself, Cathy felt like a different person from the woman who came home early to find her husband having sex. It was as if a dam of lust and anger had burst, freeing her from all her inhibitions.
The house was dark; Cathy made her way upstairs and found Jim asleep. She entered the bathroom and flipped on the light, waking Jim up.
"Hey, you're late." Jim said, lifting his head slightly and using one hand to shield his eyes.
So the woman had said nothing about Cathy seeing them from the doorway. Cathy considered this for a second, whether to blow things up with Jim up right now or hold off.
"We had to finish up a project, then some of us stopped for dinner and drinks." Cathy said. "Sorry I didn't call." Not that Jim had called looking for her. "How was your night?"
"Just a quiet night at home." Jim said, giving Cathy a sleepy smile. "Come to bed." He patted the mattress.
Cathy had the urge to put everything out there.
Cathy climbed into bed and spooned up to Jim's back. Just to test the waters, she slid a hand around him and gave him a squeeze through his boxers.
"Ahhh, babe. I'm beat. And ‪tomorrow night's date night, remember?" Jim said without lifting his head. ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬
"Sure. Goodnight." Cathy said, rolling back over. Still not sure what the future would be for her and Jim, she thought of some ways to approach this situation. Cathy couldn't remember the woman's name, but knew she worked in Jim's office. A little more information was needed before deciding what to do.
The next day, Cathy showed up at Jim's office. She knew the receptionist well and was allowed to go straight back. Jim wasn't in his office, but was standing at a cube talking to someone she couldn't see. Cathy walked up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Guess who!" Cathy said, causing Jim to nearly jump out of his skin. Looking into the cube, Cathy saw the woman who just yesterday had been naked and sitting on her husband's face. The woman looked up at Cathy with immediate recognition and smiled.
Jim was a stammering mess.
"H-hey babe, uhhh...what are you doing her...uhhh, this is Sharon." Jim's face was bright red. Jesus, Cathy thought, if I didn't already know, he would have given it away with this spastic act. Jim would be a terrible poker player.
"Hello, I think we met at the company barbecue last summer." Sharon said, extending her hand. She looked Cathy right in the eye and gave a little wink.
"Yes! I remember you." Cathy said, smiling back. She turned to Jim; "I came to surprise you for lunch."
"Oh, ah...I'm sorry babe, I have a lunch meeting today." Jim said, gently rubbing Cathy's arm. "But we still have date ‪night tonight‬!" ‬‬‬‬‬‬‬
"That's ok; work was light today so I was running some errands downtown, thought I'd take a shot." Cathy said. An idea popped into her head. She turned to Sharon, "But I am starving. Sharon, do you have lunch plans? Care to join me?"
"Love to!" Sharon said, still looking Cathy in the eye. Jim wanted to crawl into a hole.
"Uhh, have fun you guys... Cathy, I'll see you tonight, love you." Jim managed to hold it together as the two women walked out to lunch.
They decided on a restaurant a couple blocks away, and made awkward chit chat until they were seated at a small table in a corner. Sharon ordered a glass of wine. Cathy ordered bourbon.
"So how long have you been fucking my husband?" Cathy asked as casually as if asking her opinion on a menu item.
"Couple of months." Sharon replied, showing no remorse or shame. "It's not serious, Jim's pretty much a diversion."
"Why didn't you tell him I saw the two of you?" Cathy asked.
"For one thing, I really got off on getting caught, and having you watch," Sharon explained. "You didn't confront us. But you didn't exactly run right out either, did you? I figured maybe you were into it and it was best to let you handle things as you saw fit."
"Very gracious of you," Cathy said, lifting her hand slightly and holding up a middle finger. She had to admit the scene had made her a bit horny, but she was still angry.
"I can show you some other uses for that finger," Sharon said, holding Cathy's gaze across the table. Lunch suddenly went in a much different direction than Cathy had planned. Yesterday, if Cathy had this conversation, she would have turned red and probably choked on a reply.
Sharon leaned across the table and took Cathy's hand, pulling it to her mouth. She leaned out and sucked the tip of Cathy's middle finger. Just as she released, the waiter brought their drinks. His eyes were wide as he stammered, "I'll give you two another minute," and then hurried away.
Sharon stared at Cathy and raised an eyebrow.
Is this really happening? Cathy thought. That would be the ultimate satisfaction. And it would check off yet another sexual "first" added to the many from last night at the bar with Luke. Cathy had never messed around with another woman. Then she came to her senses. No, she thought, no way. Not with HER.
"I don't know what kind of bullshit you're trying to pull but you're crazy if you think this seduction act of yours is going anywhere. For one thing, I don't do women. And if I did, you'd be the last one on earth," Cathy said, staring right back at Sharon.
"OK forget it. Let's just have lunch then, no propositions, I pinky swear." Sharon smiled and took a sip of wine, holding her pinky out.
Less than an hour later, Cathy was naked on a bed on all fours in a nearby hotel room. Sharon was eating her from behind. Cathy's mind was racing. How did I let this happen? What was I thinking? And with HER? And then: Jesus, she's good at this. Cathy pressed back into Sharon's tongue and let out a cry.
"My turn." Sharon said, moving around and laying on her back, legs spread wide. Cathy moved in slowly, starting with her mouth inside Sharon's knee and working her way down.
"Tell me," Cathy said as she moved towards Sharon's crotch. "Give me every filthy detail." Cathy's tongue now hovered over Sharon's warm wet pussy.
"Ok...Ohhh!" Sharon started to speak just as Cathy went face down into her. Sharon regained her composure. Cathy was a natural. "You're sure you've never gone down on a woman before?"
"Details," Cathy said, coming up for air and then burying face back in Sharon.
"He thought you were too good for the things he wanted. It's a compli-ahhhh!-ment really." Sharon bucked her hips as Cathy found her sweet spot. "I think he has a real 'Madonna/whore' thing going on," Sharon explained. "You sure you want to know all this?"
At that, Cathy picked up the pace and Sharon paused, putting a hand on the back of Cathy's head. "The first time was after a happy hour in his car. I blew him and let him fuck me in the ass," Sharon managed through heavy breath.
Prompted by Cathy's warm and surprisingly adept tongue, Sharon continued. "Anal is definitely his favorite with me. Finger, tongue, cock; he's put them all in my rear." As Sharon spoke, Cathy got hornier. "He begged me to sit on his face too. Pulled me down hard until I thought he might suffocate." Cathy was thoroughly licking now, and pressing a finger on Sharon's ass.
"When he fucked me, he called me his filthy whore," Sharon continued, her voice suddenly high pitched as Cathy had her close to orgasm. "He would blow his load on my--" Sharon stopped and grabbed Cathy's head in both hands as she arched her back, moaning and jerking in orgasm.
The two women lay together, catching their breath.
"So what are your plans going forward?' Cathy asked.
"You mean with Jim? I was actually going to break it off. He's a decent fuck but kind of a douchebag, no offense." Sharon rolled on her side to face Cathy. "And you definitely eat pussy better than him."
