Double Cheat Fantasy

We'd agreed a while back that our married life had become a bit stale... which proved to be the best conversation we'd ever had. Within weeks of openly discussing our issues we were getting along really well and having the best sex ever.

The more we discussed the more Layla opened up and told me her desires and fantasies, which in turn enabled me to freely discuss what I liked. That led to an interesting but awkward conversation.

"So..." I paused... "If... in real life, and fantasies aside. If a really attractive guy came on to you, would you have sex with him?"

Layla looked at me, the few seconds of silence told me she was mulling over my question. As soon as her lips moved I knew she'd do what she always did when I asked an awkward question. She turned the question back on me. "What would you want me to do?"

It was my turn to think about the question and I obviously took too long to think of a response...

Actually, as in most cases like this she didn't give me a chance to answer... "Let me ask you the same question." She said. "Would you screw someone else if you had the opportunity?"

I answered whilst shaking my head. "No... well... not unless it was ok with you."

Her eyes narrowed... "I have a feeling you want to shag someone else."

"No... no not at all..." I said defensively and couldn't believe I was now getting a grilling.

She again just stared at me... I hated it when she did that as I knew I would be confronted with a question where my answer would probably get me into even more trouble. "Why do I get the feeling you want us to shag other people?" She said.

"Look it was just a rhetorical question and one that I thought might spice things up for us in the bedroom."

She smiled. "Oh I see... like when we chatted about having a threesome."

"Yes... exactly."

"Ok... well in that case I'd have to say if an attractive guy wanted to have sex with me then I'd go for it."

I was glad she'd finally seen that my initial question was innocent and I was just teasing her trying to get her in the mood for sex later on.

She went to the lounge doorway and turned and looked over her shoulder... "Just need to add something..." She said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"If we did have sex with other people, we'd need to be honest with each other and say what we did."

I gulped... was she still playing with me?

She continued. "And I mean every little graphic detail."

I played her words back in my mind...

She smiled... "That could add a real erotic edge to our sex life." She walked away...

I wished I'd never asked her if she'd have sex with an attractive guy or not now because I wasn't sure if she was just teasing me back or would actually has sex with someone else.

***

It was two weeks before Christmas and Layla and I had been at odds over what works party we'd go to. Now I need to add I'd known the date of her works do for quite a while so it gave me a chance to do some scheming. For the past three years I'd accompanied her to her festive dinner and dance and to say I was bored to tears was an understatement. So, this year I hatched a plan and thankfully it was a good plan. I'd asked one of her work colleagues the date of the company Christmas bash so I was forewarned which allowed me to make other arrangements.

Layla accepted she'd have to go to her company do on her own as I'd booked a table at a restaurant to take my best client out for dinner as a thank you for his business over the past year. Telling Layla that was the only evening he was available was a master stroke. I was off the hook this year... I just needed an even better excuse for next year.

So... the evening arrived...

We both got ready and said our goodbyes and that we'd see each other back at home sometime around midnight.

Brett Kaviner was rich... I knew exactly how much he was worth as I'd been his financial advisor for the past six years. We had meetings bimonthly and thankfully I always had positive news to give him regarding his investments.

Taking him out for a meal was awkward as he only ate at up market restaurants and ones where it was going to cost me a small fortune. However, it was worth every penny to get out of going with Layla to her boring company do, but it was about to cost me even more as Brett asked if his wife could come along. How could I say no!

I arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early as I wanted to be there to greet them. I was in for a huge shock when they arrived. I'd heard a lot about Katrina, Brett's wife, but had never met her. I'd seen the huge bill for their wedding, which was just nine months ago and I'd also had to set up a monthly allowance for her which I had to increase twice since they tied the knot. I was a little apprehensive of meeting Katrina for the first time as I had thought's she was a gold digger...

As they entered the restaurant I had to look twice as Katrina was nothing like I imagined. Brett had given me the impression she was sophisticated and elegant which made me assume she was just a little younger than his forty three years of age. Katrina looked young... early twenties... and she wasn't tall and elegant. I kept watching as the waiter took her coat...... She was wearing a red strapless dress that hugged her perfect womanly body. From distance I could see she was petite and very pretty.

"Hi." Brett thrust his hand out.

"Hi Brett." I shook his hand.

"This is Katrina." He stepped aside...

"Hi Katrina." I shook her hand and had to force myself to maintain eye contact as her dress was quite low cut.

A waiter showed us to our table where Brett sat diagonally opposite me which put Katrina in my direct line of sight.

I knew Brett liked wine as he had a collection of about four hundred bottles but what I didn't know was he liked drinking them even more. We'd ordered a second bottle of wine before the main meal arrived and then another half way through. In the past I'd always met Brett in his office and only ever seen him consume coffee, so seeing him knock back glass after glass of wine was a shock... and of course I was dreading the bill.

However apart from the ballooning wine bill there was another issue. The more Brett drank the louder he became. He was also being quite rude about Katrina. Moaning about her inability to find a job, her inability to cook, her lack of organisational skills... I kept quiet and didn't want to get involved as I knew Brett had a reputation for firing anyone who disagreed with him. But seeing Katrina was embarrassed and getting upset I felt I had to say something.

"Hey Brett... I don't think that's appropriate." I said after he'd ridiculed Katrina for not having a university education.

Brett scowled at me... I feared I may have crossed a line. I looked at Katrina who was lightly shaking her head... then after a few awkward seconds Katrina spoke...

"Brett's right. It is one of my regrets that I never went to university and maybe I'll go back into education and do a degree."

Brett burst out laughing. "You can't get your lazy arse out of bed before nine in the morning so there's no way you'd be able to do that."

I was about to say something... I leaned forward but was interrupted.... I felt Katrina kick me... I looked at her... she was again lightly shaking her head which I took as an indication to back off.

Brett continued. "Told her I'd pay for her to study but she's too damn lazy to eeven think what she would want to do."

I glared at Brett and was struggling to keep quiet. I was interrupted as Katrina ran her foot up and down my calf. I had to take a breath... "Maybe she will change her mind later." I added.

"Nah... as I said she's too lazy and content just spending my money." Brett had obviously drunk too much and lost control his tongue.

I was now angry... I couldn't put up with it anymore. "Well..." I stopped suddenly as Katrina pushed her foot between my thighs. "Well..." I said again and totally forgot what I was going to say.

"Well what?" Brett prompted me.

My train of thought was wrecked... her toes were about an inch form my balls. "Well, you do have a lot of money." Was all I could muster and instantly regretted it as his eyes narrowed, his facial muscles tightened... I braced myself for his wrath... He smiled... "Yeah I do have lots of money and it's mainly down to your wise investments." I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

"Let's order another bottle of Chateau du... whatever that last bottle was." He said and looked around for a waiter.

I looked at Katrina, she smiled at me and then forced her foot deeper between my legs, her toes now touching my balls. I was troubled... why was she doing that? Initially I thought she'd used her foot to indicate for me to stop calling Brett out, but now, with her bare toes pressing into me my mind was on a different tangent altogether.

Another bottle of wine was drained... Katrina's foot still wedged between my thighs. I was starting to wish she'd push forward as my balls were now expectant and needed a firmer touch.

Thankfully Brett turned his attention away from ridiculing Katrina and started whinging about the price of oil. Katrina's foot remained between my legs for the next few minutes and until a waiter approached the table. She pulled her foot away... I looked at her... she lightly smiled and then licked her lips... I was confused and also excited... My cock had started to throb. Brett ordered yet another bottle of wine!

As we neared the end of the meal I did the math and Brett had polished off three and a half bottles of wine with Katrina and I sharing the other half.

"Our taxi will be here in about ten minutes." The tone of Katrina's voice gave me the impression she was as relived as I was the evening was coming to a close.

"I'll get the bill." I said and tried to get the attention of a waiter.

"No... I'll get the bill." Brett slurred.

"It's my treat." I said.

"No... you've made me lots of money this year, it's the least I can do to say thank you."

"No please." I said and was going to insist on paying but stopped as Katrina kicked me... "Let him pay." She said.

I sat back in my chair and glanced across at Brett who was struggling to get his wallet out of his pants pocket. The struggle increased to the point he now looked ridiculous as he was leaning to the side... he started to topple over, I tried grabbing his arm but was too late, he landed on the floor with a thud. I quickly went to his aid and helped him back onto the chair, which was quite a feat, as clearly, he was extremely drunk.

"I'm ok." He said whilst shaking his head.

Katrina looked horrified...

After much kerfuffle Brett paid the bill... I thanked him and then watched him nearly fall off the chair again as he placed his wallet back in his pocket.

I think it's best we wait at the table for our taxi to arrive. "Katrina said and then extended her leg and once again forcing her foot between my legs, this time her toes pressed firmly into my balls... I looked at her. She smiled... "I might need your help to get him into the taxi." She said.

"I can help... no problem at all." I replied.

"Thank you." She smiled and then removed her foot which was just as well because I didn't want to have to stand up having to conceal an erection.

A few minutes later the taxi arrived and it was time to try and get Brett outside and into the car. I managed to get Brett to his feet and with an arm around him I guided him to the door and out into the fresh air. I was struggling to keep Brett upright as we made our way to the taxi... Katrina got the other side of him and helped me. I went to grab the rear door handle of the car to open it.

"No put him in the front." Katrina said. "The more supportive seat will keep him upright."

I didn't see her logic, but I did as she said... I opened the front door and then guided him to the opening. It all went wrong quickly... I hadn't noticed the high kerb so as I guided Brett forward he stumbled and fell into the car. After a bit of a struggle and plenty of swearing from Brett, we managed to get him upright and strapped in. With relief, I slammed the door I turned to Katrina... "That wasn't easy." I said and then literally stopped froze...

Katrina saw where I was looking and looked down at her chest. Her dress had slipped down exposing a great deal of flesh... just a few millimetres more and her nipples would have been exposed.

"Sorry." She said and quickly adjusted her dress.

I was lost for words, mainly because all my brain processing power was being used to try and permanently etch the delightful image into my mind.

She turned away and opened the rear door of the car.

"Good luck with getting him home." I said.

She looked at me. "I'll need your help to get him out of the car."

"But..." She interrupted me. "I'll pay for your taxi home." She said.

I got in the car...

"Thank you." She said and then placed her hand on my arm. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you."

My mouth dried instantly... what the hell did she mean by that? My thoughts then went into over drive as her hand landed on my thigh... "You're a good man... thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome." I replied and was willing her hand to go higher... it didn't.

The journey was only ten minutes but seemed longer...

We managed to get Brett out of the car where his eyes remained shut but thankfully his legs just about supported him. Katrina asked the taxi driver to wait so after I we got Brett safely inside he could take me home. The driver explained he had another pick up to do so we'd have to call for another taxi. At that point that was the least of our worries as Brett's legs started to give way. Between us we just managed to get him into the house...

"We need to get him upstairs." Katrina said.

"I'm sure he'll be ok on the sofa." I suggested.

The look on her face told me that wasn't an option. With Katrina in front and me behind we pushed and pulled Brett up the stairs and along the landing. Katrina guided us into a bedroom and tuned on the light. We only just managed to get him to the edge of the bed when he collapsed onto the mattress.

By the rough way Katrina pulled him further onto the bed I had an idea she was angry... and when she tugged at his shirt and ripped a button off, I knew for sure just how angry she was.

"Help me get his pants off." She said.

I really wasn't happy about holding his hips up so she could slip his pants off but I feared she would angrily insist. I heaved Brett up... Katrina grabbed the waist band of his pants and yanked them down. I had to look away as she'd also managed to pull his underwear down as well. Just briefly I saw Brett's limp shrivelled cock... and as most guys do, I compared it to my own cock... Just to say... I felt quite good, and then felt even better as I looked at Katrina... The struggle of manoeuvring Brett about and leaning over the bed to yank his pants down had caused her dress to slip and this time her left nipple was exposed. She obviously hadn't noticed as she continued to drag his pants and underwear down. She threw the clothes on the floor and then looked at me... "Thank you for..." She stopped talking as she saw where I was looking... I turned away...

"Thank you for helping me." She said again and then walked out of the bedroom turning off the light as she went.

I followed her down the stairs and into the lounge where I was equally relieved and disappointed she'd adjusted her dress.

"I'll call a taxi for you." She said.

"Thank you."

While she stabbed at her phone, I stood there looking at her. There was no doubt she was perfectly formed, if only on the petite side. I heard her talking but couldn't say what she said as I was taking in her form... firm breasts, flat tummy, toned legs and an arse that I'd wanted to grab the very first time I saw it... and to top all that off she was very pretty with deep blue eyes, blond hair and lips that I had to stop myself imagining wrapped around my cock.

"Bad news." She said. "They can't get a taxi here for an hour."

"That's bad." I said.

"It's the festive season and every one wants a cab this time of year. You'll just have to wait here until then. Can I get you a drink?" She asked.

"No thank you."

"I feel I should do something to say thank you for sticking up for me earlier." She said.

"There's really no need to thank me." I said.

"Brett gets a little... how can I put this... when he has a drink he loses his decency filter but always apologises to me when he sobers up." She said.

"Nice to hear."

"Having said that you're the first person ever to stick up for me and protect my honour."

"I had to. It wasn't right." I shrugged.

"You took a chance and put your business on the line when you tackled him."

"Yeah... didn't think of that at the time." I said.

"I've seen him sack two people on the spot because they stood up to him and that's why I kicked you, I didn't want you to annoy him and potentially lose his business."

"Thank you." I replied... "But you did a bit more than kick me."

"Yes... I admit I did but I needed to find something out." A slight smile appeared on her face.

"What did you want to know?" I asked.

"Well... I know it takes a guy with huge balls to have a go at Brett so I wanted to see how big yours were." Her smile widened.

I laughed. "And what did you find out?"

She looked me up and down... "I need a favour."

"What's that?" I asked.

She walked up to me and turned... "I would normally ask Brett but he's out for the count. I can't reach the back of my dress can you undo the clasp please?"

It was an innocent task and one I had to frequently do for Layla. I saw it was just a standard hook and eye clasp... I reached out and undid it easily. I then stepped back.

"Can you lower the zip please?" She asked.

I leaned forward and took hold of the zip... now I should have just lowered it enough so she could reach it and let her finish it off herself. For some reason I lowered it all the way down to her lower back. I was shocked as the dress slipped down over her hips and to the floor. I looked at her bare back and buttocks.

She turned around and faced me. "Like what you see?" She asked.

My jaw dropped, my eyes scanning her naked body. I could only manage a nod...

"You know I mentioned about the size of your balls?" She said.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Well my findings were inconclusive so do you mind if I check?"

"Ummm... You want to ummm." I stuttered.

"I think you know what I want." She said.

"Ummm... but what about Brett?"

"He's out for the night."

"But what if he gets up and needs the bathroom?"

"Yes or no?" She said.

I nodded.

"Good... get undressed." She walked over to the sofa and sat down. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel the pulse in my head. As I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt she looked at the clock on the wall. "Taxi will be here in fifty minutes." She said.

I couldn't believe what was happening... In front of me was a gorgeous sexy woman and she wanted me... Surely this had to be a dream!

"Get naked." She demanded.

I took off my shirt and undid the top button of my pants. Her focus was firmly fixed on my groin... I lowered my pants... She bit her lower lip.

"Now the briefs." She said.

I looked down, my concealed cock was semi hard, maybe more as it was growing quickly.

"Stop." She said as I was just about to pull my underwear down. "Come here." She beckoned me over. She was sitting just a few paces away but by the time I got there my cock was hard... reaching out she placed a hand over my briefs and lightly cupped my balls. "Just as I thought." She said and then stopped talking.

I wanted to ask what that thought was but was distracted as she pulled my cock from the confines of my briefs. She didn't hesitate and moved her head forward... lips parting, tongue extending. I knew what she was going to do and braced myself in readiness to feel her warm cossetting mouth to encompass my cock... it was a feeling I'd felt many times and one I'd never get bored of, but this was different... different in that I was witnessing her take my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. I'd never seen or felt my cock so deep in someone's mouth... I had to tilt my head to get a better view as I couldn't believe it... her nose was now mashed against my pubic bone. She'd taken the whole length of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. Slowly she pulled back and looked up at me... "Want me to make you come?"

I nodded...

For the next three minutes she sucked, licked, stroked and fondled my balls and then upped the ante... she throat fucked me hard and fast... I couldn't bare it any longer as the urge to come gripped me... I tapped her on the head... "I'm close."

I was expecting her to pull back like Layla did, but she didn't... Katrina's lips tightly clamped the head of my cock... her tongue lashing the already sensitive tingling head, her hand stroking the shaft... It was as if she was desperate to make me come... which I did... spurting cum into her mouth.

She pulled back slowly being careful to keep her lips sealed... she swallowed and then looked up at me... "You taste good."

"Thank you. Now it's my turn to taste you."

She giggled whilst slowly opening her legs... I was amazed at how her pussy lips slowly parted exposing her glistening wet inner folds. I couldn't resist and once between her legs I buried my face into her sex.

She bucked and ground her face onto me, my mouth, chin and even my nose was covered in her slippery excitement. I focused on her clit, which was bulbous and quite a bit larger than Layla's sensitive bud... I reached up and cupped her breasts... her hard protruding nipples pressing into the palms of my hands. As I lashed my tongue against her, I realised something... I was cheating on Layla and there was another realisation. Katrina was only the third woman I'd had sex with. I just hoped I was doing it right! It was a question I soon got the answer to as she grabbed one of my hands from her breasts and forced it downwards. "Finger fuck me." She said breathlessly.

I did as she requested and eased two fingers into her... she knew what she wanted as straight away she arched her back and moaned loudly. I pushed in deeper and that's when I fett it... the inner walls of her pussy clamped my fingers and then started to pulse... She started to squirm and then suddenly her legs straightened... she grabbed the sofa cushion and gritted her teeth... For a split second I was in awe at how hard she was coming... and then it hit me... Her moans were loud, very loud... Brett would be sure to hear her. I was in two minds as what to do... carry on and enjoy watching her thrash about in ecstasy or grab my clothes and run for the door. Thankfully her orgasm waned and both her body and vocal cords relaxed... I looked up at her. She smiled. "You're very good at that." She said.

I wasn't so sure, after all she was the one who wanted me to finger her.

"Come and sit beside me." She said.

I wiped my mouth and then got up and sat down.

"That's a shame." She said whilst craning her neck to look between my legs.

"Yeah... sorry I need to recover."

She looked at the clock... "The taxi will be here in just under twenty minutes.

"Sorry." I said.

"Let's see if I can speed things up." She reached out and took hold of my cock. It was obvious she wanted me hard again and quite possibly wanted me to fuck me... to be fair, I really wanted to fuck her but I'd never got hard again in in less that twenty minutes.

After massaging me for a few minutes she leaned over and started licking and sucking my soft cock. Ten minutes later she sighed... "Taxi will be here in less than ten minutes." She sounded resigned that my cock hadn't responded.

"Let me see to you." I suggested.

She sighed again. "How long does it take for you to recover?" She asked.

"About half an hour."

"Shame, I really wanted to fuck you."

It was my time to sigh... "Could we delay the taxi?" I suggested.

Katrina looked at my cock and then towards the coffee table where her purse was. "I've got a better idea." She said and then stood up and went to the table.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

She didn't answer... she opened her purse and took out her phone. I wondered who she was calling... I soon found out... She'd called the taxi company and cancelled my ride home!

"What have you done?" I asked in disbelief.

"You can stay the night." She smiled. "We can fuck for longer."

"What... but I need to get home?"

"Relax I'll tell your wife the taxi company let you down and you couldn't get home." She said.

"That's all well and good but when Brett wakes up he'll want to know why I spent the night here." I said.

"Trust me, he'll thank you for helping me get him home and into bed." She said.

"I hope you're right."

She put her phone down and came back over to me and then looked between my legs... "Now let's get you hard again."

As I sat there being fondled I worried about Brett, I worried about Layla and with those thoughts combined had an idea I'd never get hard again... but ten minutes later her hands and mouth had worked wonders... my cock was responding. I was just about hard... she seemed desperate and straddled me and forced herself down onto my cock. To be fair just a few seconds of my cock being in her tight warm pussy was all it needed to get fully hard.

Looking up at her whilst she sild back and forth was surreal... she was achingly pretty and had a fantastic body... I couldn't work out why she wanted me so much, after all I was quite a few years older than her, and in my opinion, not as good looking as Brett and certainly not as rich. Maybe she was doing me to get back at Brett and she'd tell him what we'd done in the morning. I started to fear this situation could end up being extremely bad. I'd not only lose my best client but there was the issue with Layla finding out as well. I didn't dwell on that for too long as seeing Katrina getting more and more excited whilst riding me was enough to clear my mind of horrible thoughts. I reached out and grabbed her hips and helped her slide back and forth. Watching her breathing change and the sheer determination on her face as she strived to get to climax was mesmerising... Then, suddenly, her whole body started to shake... her breasts lightly bounced, her thighs trembled as spasm after spasm of nerve wracking pleasure pulsed through her. I was so engrossed watching her orgasm that I simply didn't care she was screaming loudly... thoughts of Brett were far from my mind.

Katrina collapsed on top of me gasping for breath. I rolled her over onto her back and managed to keep my cock inside her... Weakly she reached out and placed her hands behind my neck... It was my turn to fuck her.

I started off slowly allowing her to regain her strength and after about a minute she raised her legs allowing me to fuck her deeply. At first it felt strange as I was used to fucking Layla who was the same height as me at five foot eleven... Katrina couldn't have been more than five four, maybe smaller... Still, body size didn't matter as we were clearly attuned to each other as our bodies moved together, both of us wanting to please and be pleased.

I always prided myself on my stamina... that is after I'd come that first time. However, as I fucked Katrina my excitement levels seemed to be far higher than usual... maybe because she was sexily moaning with each inward thrust or perhaps it was the way she was writhing beneath me. Whatever it was I could feel a rising need to ejaculate... Somehow, I needed to get a grip... except Katrina gripped me first. She flung her arms around me and clung on... her nails raking down my back biting deeply into my flesh. I was on the ragged edge of exploding inside her... I sensed she was close so I needed to hold on until I made her come... It wasn't to be. I quickly pulled out of her and grabbed my cock... just one firm stroke was enough to set off my ejaculation. As cum rushed from deep within I stroked my cock relishing the effects of orgasm. As the last of the tingling waned I opened my eyes and had quite a shock... Katrina had her hand between her legs and was frantically rubbing her pussy. I held my breath as I could see her excitement growing rapidly... I gasped for air at the same time as Katrina's strong body shaking orgasm took hold.

I waited until she'd relaxed and then got out from between her legs... I sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. I knew for sure I'd never seen a woman come so hard and even though she'd made herself come, I felt on top of the world as I had contributed to her pleasure. At that moment, I couldn't think of a better sight than that of a woman coming so intensely.

Katrina reached down and ran her fingers over my flaccid slippery cock... it was as if she wanted more. From my part I was done for... drained and exhausted... I needed to sleep.

She looked at the clock... I glanced at it as well. It was one thirty in the morning. I then panicked... Layla would be worried I hadn't got home. I quickly got up and went over to my pants and searched the pockets for my phone. My shoulders slumped when I saw the screen was black... I'd forgotten to charge it up before going out.

"Are you ok?" Katrina asked.

"Yeah." I said as I didn't want her to know how much trouble I was in.

"I'll grab you a blanket you can sleep on the sofa." She got up and then grabbed her dress from the floor. "Be back in a minute." She left the room.

I got dressed quickly just in case Katrina woke Brett whilst upstairs getting a blanket for me.

Katrina came back into the room carrying a blanket. She looked even sexier than she had before as she was wearing a see through baby doll night dress... I was sure I felt my cock twitch...

She laid the blanket on the sofa... "Goodnight and thank you." She said.

"Goodnight."

I felt awful... Even though Layla and I had spoken about having sex with other people I knew it was just fantasy and not something we would have actively wanted to do. I'd have to live with the guilt forever... I laid down on the sofa and pulled the blanket over me... I doubted sleep would overcome anytime soon...

At first, I thought it was a dream and someone was shaking me... I opened my eyes and quickly shut them again as the bright ceiling light shone into my eyes.

"Wake up."

I squinted and saw Katrina kneeling in front of me.

"What's the matter?" I asked and managed to squint enough to see her face.

"I'm horny."

"What.... What's the time?" I asked.

"It's half past three."

Before I could protest, I felt her undoing my pants... I rubbed my eyes and then looked down. Katrina was focused and within seconds had my pants gaping and my cock in her hand. She didn't hesitate and went down on me... The warmth of her mouth and flicking tongue had an immediate effect causing my cock to swell. I was just about hard when she pulled the blanket away completely and then yanked my pants down to my knees. She then climbed onto the sofa and straddled me. "Your cock is just so nice." She said whilst holding it up in readiness to mount me.

"I couldn't get to sleep thinking about fucking you again." She said and then lowered fully down onto me.

I knew from the last time she rode me what she liked so I grabbed her hips and helped her slide back and forth... I looked up at her, her eyes were closed, a determined look on her face... her breasts lightly bounced as she moved, her hard nipples brushing against the thin see through material of her nightdress.

I'd never come more than twice in an evening so I was in totally new territory. I was hard and throbbing but clearly things were desensitised and for the first time tonight I felt I could lay back and enjoy it without the worry of being premature.

Katrina was now really going for it... she'd leant forward, her hands on my chest, her pelvis rocking back and forth. By the way she was breathing I had an idea she was close...

Now maybe I should have let her carry on so she could get herself off by riding me but I had to try and prove something. The first time I'd seen her come she'd guided me and made me finger her to orgasm. The second time she came she'd finished herself off by using her own fingers... It was as if I was only there to warm her up. This time I wanted to be in control. I firmly grabbed her hips and stopped her from sliding back and forth. She didn't look happy at what I'd done but before she could say anything I forced my hips down into the cushion of the sofa and then thrust upwards... I'd hoped the cushions had some elasticity and would aid my quick up and down thrusts. With her hips held tightly in place my cock was now like a piston moving in and out of her...

"Fuck... that feels... so Good..." She said in between taking short sharp breaths.

I hadn't been going long when I realised I was getting knackered... my legs and back were starting to ache... my stomach muscles were straining... I really hadn't thought this through... Then thankfully Katrina threw herself forward and landed on my chest... she was trembling like a fish out of water... and unusually she wasn't moaning... Her body quivered for about twenty seconds which was when I heard her gasp for air...

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yes... oh yes... best... best fuck ever." She said breathlessly.

I grabbed her and sat her up and then tried rolling her onto her back. My cock slipped out of her... I laid her on her back... her legs either side of me, her pussy gaping, dripping and ready for my cock.... Or that's what I thought.

"No." She pushed me away before I could enter her. "I need some time to recover." She pushed me back again. "Stand up in front of me." She said.

I did as she asked and then watched as she took my cock into her mouth... once again I witnessed her taking the full length of my cock into her throat. There was no doubt she knew how to give head and was giving me the best blow job of my life. She licked and sucked every inch of my cock and balls. Her expert skills soon had me fidgeting and fighting against the urge to cum... it was a fight I was about to lose. It was as if she knew I was close as she closed her lips around the tip of my cock and lashed her tongue over the sensitive tip... and all the while massaging my balls and stroking my cock. I let go... tingling pleasure gripped my cock and abdomen with an intensity I don't think I'd ever felt before.

I opened my eyes and saw her swallow. She looked up at me and then licked the head of my cock.

"Wow that was some blow job. The best ever." I said.

She giggled. "Glad you liked it." She then got up and without saying another word walked out of the room... she flicked the light off as she went.

I shook my head in disbelief.

Needless to say, I didn't get back to sleep and laid there for the next few hours staring at the ceiling... or that's what it felt like.

"Morning."

I opened my eyes and quickly turned my head. Brett was standing in the doorway. My pulse quickened... nerves on edge. "Morning Brett." I replied.

"Want a coffee." He shouted and then turned away.

"Yes please." I pulled the blanket away and sat up. I was unsure what to do... should I stay in the lounge and on the sofa or go into the kitchen where he would undoubtedly smell Katrina's perfume which had seeped into my clothes and skin. I decided to take a chance.

"Did you sleep well?" Brett asked as I entered the kitchen.

"No, I never sleep that good when I've been drinking." I said.

"Unlike me then. I doubt an earthquake could wake me." Hearing him say that was a relief...

"Morning." Katrina came into the kitchen.

I turned and looked at her, she looked fantastic... tight figure hugging jeans and a form fitting top. I had to look away as thoughts of what we'd got up to filled my mind. The last thing I needed was a hard on.

After coffee and toast Brett dropped me off home. I felt awkward as he praised me for all the work I did for him and also thanked me for helping Katrina get him home safely... I just hoped he'd never find out I'd screwed his wife!

I unlocked the front door and entered. I heard the beeping of the burglar alarm which confused me as it meant it was set. My first thought was Layla may have gone out, but then realised her car was still on the driveway. I then thought that she was still be in bed and may have set the downstairs alarm as she often did if I was working away. I turned off the alarm and then went upstairs to the bedroom where I saw the bed was neatly made... again thoughts that she may have gone out returned. I went to turn away but something lying on the bed caught my eye. I remembered before going out I laid my dressing gown on the duvet and as the sash cord had come out from the loops I'd just thrown that onto the bed and it landed on the pillow on Layla's side of the bed. It was exactly as I'd left it...

"Hi honey."

I heard her call out.

I went downstairs... "Hi Layla." I said and saw she looked a bit dishevelled. Did you come home last night?" I asked.

She looked at me... it was one of those stares where I knew something wasn't quite right. "No... and now I know you didn't get back either."

How the hell did she know that? "What makes you think I didn't get home." I asked with a certain amount of confidence.

"Because if you had been here you wouldn't have asked if I'd got home... you'd have known I hadn't made it back and instead your question would have been why didn't I get home." She had that know all kind of smirk on her face.

Damn... the bloody woman always had an answer... "You're right I didn't get home. I stayed at Brett's house."

"Oh... that's nice... did you finally get to meet his wife?"

"Yes." I answered and was aware I sounded nervous.

"What's she like?"

"She's great."

"Bet she's younger than Brett and sexy as hell." She said.

"She is younger and I suppose yeah... she's kind of pretty." I shrugged as I felt the need to play things down... "So where did you stay last night?" I asked.

She turned away before answering. "I stayed at my friends." She replied.

"Which friend?" I asked as I had an idea she was hiding something from me.

"Oh... you don't know her... Liza Hollows, she has an apartment in the city."

I wasn't going to pursue the matter anymore... In fact, I just needed a shower and hoped I could grab a couple of hours sleep.

"How did dinner go with Brett?" She asked.

"Yeah good thanks might get even more work next year."

"Good." She said.

I so wanted to go upstairs and shower and then crawl into bed but I knew I had to ask how her evening had been. "How was your works do?"

"Much the same as last year apart from afterwards. A few of us went to a club."

"Nice." I turned away hoping I'd fulfilled my interest in what she'd been up to.

"Don't you want to know who I went with?" She asked.

"Sure..." I said and by the look on her face it was clear I'd been premature it wanting to get away.

"Let's make some coffee and I'll tell you all about my evening and then you can tell me about what you got up to." She said.

My shoulders sagged... I was too tired for this.

I sat on a stool watching Layla fill the coffee machine... it was as she reached up into a cupboard I saw something. "Layla..." I pointed. "What's that on your neck?"

She looked back at me... "You mean this." She placed her hand over the mark.

"Yes... what is it?"

Once again I could see she was scheming an answer... She walked over to me and then removed her hand to show me.

"Is that a hickey?" I asked.

I knew she wouldn't give me a straight answer. She stepped back and looked at my chest. "Why do you reek of women's perfume?" She asked.

The bloody woman always answered awkward questions with a question that somehow made it even more awkward for me. "No I don't." I protested and wondered why she'd avoided answering my question.

"And why is there blood stains on the back of your shirt?" She said.

"What are you on about?" I said.

"There are streaks of blood on the back of your shirt." She said.

My mind raced... I remembered in a moment of passion Katrina had deeply dug her nails into my back.

"Who have you had sex with?" She asked.

I stuttered..." N.. n.. no one."

"Really." She folded her arms.

"Hang on..." I said sternly. "You're accusing me of having sex with someone and you're the one with a huge hickey on your neck. Wanna tell me how that got there?"

She unfolder her arms... "I'm not angry you fucked someone else..."

"What?" Was the only word I could utter as I knew I was in a whole world of trouble.

"Don't interrupt me and hear me out. From what I'm seeing and smelling I know for certain you had sex with someone and my guess it was Brett's wife... or was it Brett?" She raised her eye brows.

"No..." I shook my head... "You're assuming...." I tried to get my point across but she interrupted me.

"Shut up and listen. A few weeks ago we chatted about having sex with other people."

I stayed quiet... just like she ordered me to!

She continued. "Do you remember you asked me if I had the chance to have sex with someone else would I take up the offer?"

I nodded. Still keeping quiet.

"Well last night I had an offer."

"And." I waited with baited breath for her to continue.

"It looks like we both took advantage doesn't it." She said,

"So... you admit to having fucked someone else" I said.

She nodded. "And are you going to admit what you did?"

I sighed... "Ok yes... I had sex last night."

"Who with?" She asked.

"Katrina, Brett's wife. Who did you have sex with?"

"A guy called Bryn, didn't catch his second name."

"So, you didn't stay at Liza Hollows place then." I'd caught her out...

"Yes, I did stay at Liza's house. I had sex with Bryn at the club."

"What... where?" I was shocked she'd had sex in the club.

"Wanna hear all about it?" She asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Ok I'll tell you what I did if you agree to tell me what you got up to." She said.

"You first." I added quickly.

"A few of us left the Christmas party and went to the club. I was dancing when a guy came over and started dancing in front of me. It was busy so you couldn't help bumping into people, but the way he was getting closer I had an idea he was interested in me, and that turned out to be right as a few tunes later his hands were wandering over my butt and a couple of times he slyly grabbed my boobs."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I grabbed him straight back." She grinned.

"Hang on you were feeling a guy up on the dance floor of the club?"

"Yeah." She grinned.

"Bit risky." I said.

"Yeah... and I managed to get my hand in his pants."

"Did he get his hand inside your panties?"

She shook her head. "I wasn't wearing any."

"But you were... I mean... I saw you before you went out and you were wearing them then." I said.

"I took them off in the rest room and then told him what I'd done. Should have seen the look on his face." She said,

I nodded... "Yeah I bet that got his interest."

"Yes." She smiled. "So interested his cock got really hard."

"How long did you tease him before going to the rest room?"

"About an hour." She replied.

"Poor guy must have been desperate."

"He was... When we got into the disabled rest room he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the basin and ate me out like he hadn't eaten in weeks."

"Was he good?" I asked and wasn't surprised by her answer.

"After I guided him a little." She said.

"Did he made you come with his mouth?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Then what happened?"

"I pushed him up against the wall and undid his pants. His cock was dripping wet and so much so I thought he'd come in his pants." She said.

"Take it you sucked his cock." I said.

"Of course." She nodded. "It would have been rude not to."

"I have to ask... was he big?"

"He was decent."

"How big?" I asked again.

"He was a nice mouthful." She wasn't going to tell me so I presumed he was bigger than me.

"Bet he enjoyed you giving him head." I said as I knew she gave great head when she had a few drinks inside her.

"Yes, and a bit too much because he lasted all of about ten seconds before blowing his load."

"That's bad... what did you do?" I asked.

"I swallowed of course."

"No... I mean, did you say anything?" I asked know how angry she got if I didn't last as long as she needed.

She shrugged. "What could I say. He was embarrassed enough without me mocking him."

"How long did it take you to get him hard again?" I asked.

"I didn't... got the hell out of there... had to, there were people banging on the door."

"Wow what a let down." I said and then realised something. "Hang on... you said you fucked someone and clearly you didn't fuck this Bryn guy." I said.

She grinned. "I did fuck someone, just not him."

I was shocked. "So you had sex with two guys then."

"Hmmm... if you're counting that blow job as sex then the total would be three."

"Three... so does that mean you had sex with two other guys. Did you fuck both of them?" I asked.

"First, I want to hear what you got up to with Katrina and I need all the details." She said.

For the next half an hour I was interrogated by Layla wanting to know every small detail and even having to describe Katrina's petite body. It was obvious Layla was getting turned on as she started to squirm and rub her thighs together.

"Ok... so your turn now. Tell me about the two other guys you went with." I was glad my grilling was over.

"It was about two in the morning when Liza and I left the club. She stood with me while I waited in line for a taxi. While there we bumped into one of Liza's ex boyfriends and his mate. We stood there chatting for a bit and realised it was going to be hours before we'd get to the front of the queue. and get a taxi. Liza suggested we could walk to her place in under an hour and that I could stay at her place. So we decided to walk and it transpired Liza's ex boyfriend lived close to Liza's apartment so we all walked together.

"I take it you all went to Liza's place." I asked.

"Yeah... she's only a grade three in finance and yet can afford a really nice apartment. I reckon daddy must help out." She said.

"What happened with the two guys?" I asked.

"Oh... someone's impatient." She said.

"I just want to know what you did." I said.

"Well... when we got back to the apartment Liza told me she'd wanted to fuck her ex boyfriend's mate for ages and was one of the reasons why she broke up with her ex."

"So she fancied his mate." I said.

"Not so much fancied... It was more a curiosity thing."

"Curiosity... about what?" I asked.

"I'll come to that. Anyway, Liza and I to the kitchen to get the drinks and then she left me to take the two guys their beer. I stayed in the kitchen sipping a wine when Kirk, Liza's ex came into the kitchen. We stood there chatting for a bit and then made our way into the lounge. It was then I saw just how much Liza wanted to get her hands on Ricky. Kirk and I had only been chatting for around three or four minutes so I had to be impressed that Liza had not only chatted Ricky up but managed to seduce him."

"What was she doing?" I asked.

"She was on her knees in front of him, his pants around his ankles and clearly sucking his cock."

"What did you and Liza's ex do?" I asked.

"We stood there and watched her give him head... and it was good head, apart from when she choked." She said.

"Did she try and take too much in?" I asked.

"Yes, and there was a lot to take in."

"How big was he?" I asked.

"Huge and that brings me back to the reason why she was curious and finished with her ex." She said.

"So she just wanted to sample Ricky's cock." I said,

"Spot on."

"What was Kirk doing while you watched Liza suck off Ricky?" I asked.

"Getting frisky."

"With you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"What was he doing?" I felt I was having to fight for information out of her.

"What wasn't he doing." She repeated. "His hands were wandering all over my body and when he found out I wasn't wearing underwear he nearly had a coronary."

I laughed. "And what did you do back to him?"

"I had my hand in his pants... and before you ask his cock was an ok size. But then things heated up when Ricky started to undress Liza. Kirk did the same to me. In just a matter of a few minutes we were all naked."

"Did Ricky and Liza have full sex in front of you?" I asked.

"Ummm... actually it was at the side of me as we all went into the bedroom. Liza laid down, I laid down beside her and then the two guys got on top and fucked us."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Ummm... not so much with Kirk."

"Take it he didn't make you come." I said.

She shook her head.

"Did Ricky get you off?" I asked.

She nodded, a slight smile appeared on her face.

"How many times did you fuck them?"

"Only the once each."

I sighed "Well... seems like we've taken our fantasy chats to another level" I said.

"Yeah but think about it, we'll have even more sexy things to talk about and help turn us on... and talking of being turned on that looks uncomfortable." She pointed to the front of my trousers.

"It's a bit cramped." I said looking down at my bulging pants.

"Want me to take care of it?" She asked.

"I need a shower first."

"Actually... me too... shall we shower together?" She asked.