Catherine was seated at her desk when her phone buzzed. The message was from Marcus. Her pussy immediately tinged.

“Pieces are in place XXX.”

Catherine smiled as she read the message and reached under her skirt to her bare pussy. A gentle rub of her wet clit sent surges of pleasure through her body. Her phone buzzed again.

“There’s a bonus in store for you also. You’ll love it!”

She looked at the screen curiously. Bonus? What bonus?

She trusted Marcus implicitly. He’d never given her cause not to, but for reasons unknown to her, she was also a little concerned.

She messaged back,

“Intriguing. A good bonus, a bad one, or a different one?”

The reply was immediate.

“Good for you, better for me.”

A second message flashed on her screen.

“Remember, a mind is a window to the soul and works best when it’s open.”

Catherine was now more intrigued than before. She was convinced her ‘bonus’ was something of the flesh. That alone lit her furnace. The heat was building inside her, low and deep. Her fingers slipped inside her sodden pussy, and she held her breath.

Another message arrived.

“You’ll be surprised, but trust me, you’ll love it. If you don’t want it, tell me now, and we’ll just go ahead as planned.”

It was definitely something wicked. It was Marcus's way. Concern disappeared. He read her well. It was like he could read her thoughts.

Catherine had no complaints. She had hit bigger highs, had more orgasms, and taken more cum with Marcus in the last few months than she’d done with Phillip in 30 years. In one 24-hour period, Marcus fucked her nine times, leaving Catherine tired, sore, and spent, but still wanting more. Phillip, even in his prime, could only manage three.

The challenge for her now was to find even more devilish adventures to conquer. Her fingers danced on the screen.

“Ok. Give me your bonus, but if I don’t like it or I don’t want it, you will owe me… BIG TIME.”

The reply was fast.

“Deal.”

Catherine closed the door to her office and retrieved a makeup bag from her desk. She pulled out her finger vibrator, her Kegel balls, and her butt plug. With her skirt hoisted, she lubed the butt plug with her pussy juice, and it slipped in without effort. Next, the Kegel balls, and finally, she switched on the finger vibrator and sat at her desk with her skirt around her waist.

Throwing a towel on the floor, she buzzed her clit with the vibrator. Immediately, her asshole clenched down on the butt plug, and her whole body shimmied. Her nipples caused huge indents in her blouse, and her legs became weak. She manipulated the Kegel balls in and out of her pussy like a dildo and threw her head back as the first wave hit.

“Fuuuck!” She screamed as she cupped her hand over her mouth.

“Oh my God, yes, so good, so fucking good,” she panted as she continued to buck and spasm with each wave.

“Ahhh,” she murmured, sinking deeper into her chair in the afterglow.

She remained there until her phone buzzed again. She rolled her eyes. It was a message from Phillip.

“I’ve booked a table at Amici’s. 6pm."

“Sounds amazing,” was Catherine’s reply.

She straightened herself, cleaned and disinfected her toys but kept the butt plug in. She had become increasingly fond of anal since that night with Marcus and Spencer, and the butt plug kept her asshole limber. Plus, it heightened her orgasms when she gave herself a tickle.

She thought about Phillip a great deal since she started with Marcus. When they first met, she got lost in the depths of his eyes and was taken by the sound of his voice. It started with just coffee, then lunch, holding hands, and the occasional kiss. She found herself being drawn closer to him with each meeting. It progressed very quickly.

The tsunami of guilt Catherine felt after Marcus fucked her the first time was crushing. It happened in her office late one night after a few drinks. She didn’t plan for it to happen; she wasn’t even looking for it to happen but happen it did. It brought her to tears and the overwhelming need to confess all to her husband.

Yet before the guilt set in, spreadeagled on her desk, wearing nothing but her jewelry, she reached levels of sexual gratification of which she'd never dreamed. It awakened her spirit and touched her soul. Guilt or not, she loved every minute of it, and she knew she was hooked.

Her time with Marcus was purely for self-gratification, reaching new heights of ecstasy. As time passed and hookups increased, the guilt of adultery was pushed aside, replaced with distraction, delay, and excuses to Phillip to spend more time with Marcus.

There was no intention of leaving Phillip for Marcus. That was not an option. Catherine still loved Phillip, she just didn’t want him anymore.

The dinner he booked is an exception. First, Catherine just loves Amici’s. The veal saltimbocca is to die for. Secondly, Phillip had a 10pm flight for a judicial conference where he's the keynote speaker. He’ll be gone for a week and come hell, or high-water Catherine will be damn sure he got on that plane. Plans are afoot, and Saturday was fast approaching.

The boarding call for Phillip’s flight came over the loudspeaker. Catherine was on tenterhooks the entire evening; her pussy was dripping, her nipples were firm, and her mouth was dry. The sooner he got on that plane, the better. Phillip gathered his things and kissed Catherine tenderly.

“Don’t miss me too much, and whatever you do, make sure you have fun doing it,” Phillip chuckled.

“Have a safe flight and message me when you land,” Catherine said as she kissed him back and held him close.

“I will,” he said. “I’ll see you in a week.”

Catherine kissed him again and watched as he passed through the boarding gate and down the air bridge. She made her way to a bar and ordered a glass of Merlot and found an empty table with windows facing his gate.

It seemed to take forever to move. Her pussy was so wet it was becoming itchy, and the butt plug was becoming less and less comfortable. She was on her second glass of Merlot when, finally, the plane was pushed back and started to taxi.

Minutes later, it screamed down the runway and disappeared into the night sky. She downed the Merlot and walked briskly to the car park. The broadest smile on her face and an extra bounce in her step.

When she slipped behind the wheel of her Mercedes, she picked up her phone, her fingers moving wildly across the screen.

“We have liftoff!”

The reply from Marcus was immediate.

“Yeah, baby! That’s what I like to hear!”

Catherine was feeling very wicked.

“Saturday is two days away. I’d love some company tonight.”

Marcus replied,

“Yours or mine?”

Catherine typed the answer before the question was even asked.

"Mine."

Twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Catherine checked the peephole and chuckled. She opened the door wearing nothing but the butt plug. Marcus already had his cock out. She dropped to her knees and sucked his cock there on her doorstep. When she got it good and hard, she took hold of his cock and led him to the bedroom.

~oOo~

Phillip made himself comfortable in his business class seat. Catherine occupied his mind constantly, and he knew without any doubt that Catherine and Marcus would hook up and fuck themselves silly. Maybe with Spencer as well, maybe not. Equally certain was Phillip no longer felt angry at Catherine's behavior. His feeling have turned and betrayal was still strong but not anger. She had made her bed, and now she can get fucked senseless on it. Phillip was starting to look forward to what lay ahead.

Phillip was pushed into his seat as the 737 screamed down the runway and lifted off into the darkness of night. He thought of Catherine and her exploits and smiled. 

~oOo~ 

The first light of Saturday morning broke through curtains. Catherine stirred and stretched to welcome the day. Her naked body glowed, and as it was forecast to be particularly hot for late summer, she already knew what she would be wearing.

Today was not going to be like any other day Catherine had ever had. This has been in the planning since Phillip accepted the invitation to the conference.

She rose and showered, making sure her pussy was silky smooth. Tying her hair in a ponytail, she slipped into her bright yellow bikini, heeled sandals, and a white see-through poncho. Finally, she again lubed her butt plug with her pussy juices and slipped it into place.

Just after 10am the doorbell rang. Marcus was standing there in boardshorts, a well-worn T-shirt, and, most importantly, a huge bulge in his pants.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but I am the neighborhood pool inspector, and I have it on good authority a pool-type party is planned here,” Marcus chuckled.

“I have been expecting you, Mr. very well-hung pool inspector. Please come in and inspect anything that takes your fancy," said Catherine.

Marcus stepped in and took Catherine in his arms. They kissed once the door was closed, Marcus cupping her breasts in his hands.

“I was hoping for another doorstep blowjob,” Marcus laughed.

“Hmmm, that did cross my mind,” Catherine cooed, “but your cock wasn’t out, and in this neighborhood that’s best done under the cover of night.”

“But…,” Catherine added, “it would be cruel and unusual punishment to make you wait.”

Catherine knelt and pulled his board shorts to his ankles. She looked at his mighty cock hanging before her. It still mesmerized her. Its size, its weight, and its color. She pulled the foreskin back and licked the drop of pre-cum that appeared.

She stroked it while she put the head in her mouth. She hummed a tune, sending vibrations through Marcus's body. He grabbed hold of his ass and thrust his cock forward and tilted his head back.

“Yeah, baby, work that thaaaang, take it deep, take it all,” Marcus said.

Marcus serviced her well on the night Phillip left, and he kept servicing her until 3am, when they both collapsed in a pool of cum, sweat, spit, and pussy juice. She even tried to coax Spencer to join them, but he was otherwise engaged.

Marcus remained amazed at Catherine’s sexual energy. It was unbreakable. She could easily out-fuck most women half her age. When he first met Catherine, she was strictly business, and only after time she mellowed and warmed to him. The rest is a blaze of fucking, sucking, licking, and bodily fluids.

Even though Catherine hinted at a threesome, he thought introducing Spencer to her was an incredible risk. Not that she would prefer Spencer to him, but that she would be so offended she’d kick him to the curb. Not only did she revel in her first threesome, but her body language demanded more.

Marcus glowed in the warm embrace of Catherine’s mouth around his cock. The humming was new, and he loved her imagination. He didn’t want to cum, at least not yet. He wanted to save himself for his prize and do her properly.

The doorbell shattered the moment, pulling Marcus from his cloud of ecstasy and Catherine from her favorite pastime.

“Our guests are starting to arrive,” Marcus announced.

Catherine got to her feet and smiled. “Let the festivities begin!” 

~oOo~ 

Everyone gathered in the living room overlooking the pool. The sun was as bright as the sky was blue, and everyone chatted, awaiting Spencer’s arrival, who was customarily late.

The first new guest to arrive was Jerome. An old college friend of Marcus, Jerome went down the finance path rather than law. Never married and with no kids, he was also tall, handsome, and muscular. His dark brown eyes shone like jewels and were only matched by his chocolate skin. His deep husky voice was commanding, but most importantly, if the bulge in his shorts was anything to go by, Catherine was in for a treat.

Next, Michael made his appearance. He is Spencer’s lifelong friend; they have known each other since kindergarten. He followed a family tradition and joined the Navy right out of high school and is currently attending the United States Naval Academy to enter officer ranks. Catherine’s pussy gushed when she first laid eyes on him. Devilishly handsome and brutally ripped. 8-pack abs, pecs, biceps—the works. When Catherine hugged him on arrival, he nearly speared her with his cock.

The final arrival was David. Another friend of Marcus, he was somewhat of an odd one out. Just as tall, handsome, and muscular, he didn’t go down the college path. David was a gym junkie in high school, so it made perfect sense he’d enter the fitness industry. What made him stand out was that he was biracial, the progeny of a Black father and white mother. Just as ripped as Michael, Catherine couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She even grabbed his cock from outside his shorts and purred.

Catherine was like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes wide, her breath short, her nipples hard, and her pussy seeping. Even her asshole was twinging against her butt plug. She could not wait to get this party started.

Marcus could see the anxiety in Catherine’s eyes, but proceedings could not commence until Spencer arrived. Marcus was feverishly sending him messages without reply. Finally, he just dialed his number. Spencer answered on the third ring.

“Spencer, where are you?”

“I’m just minutes away. Had a hiccup. Got myself a flat,” Spencer replied.

“Ok,” Marcus said calmly, “obviously proceedings cannot commence until you get here.”

Marcus continued, “Do you have the package?”

“I have it alright,” Spencer said with a laugh, “in the car with me now. I still haven’t figured out if Catherine will be more surprised or excited!”

Marcus understood the conundrum: “The sooner you get here, the sooner we’ll all find out.”

Marcus ended the call and turned to Catherine, who was ogling her new guests, her hand resting on David’s growing bulge.

“Spencer is almost here. He just had some car trouble,” Marcus continued. “Catherine, can you stand for me, please?”

Marcus pulled a red and white bandana from his pocket, already folded into a blindfold. Catherine approached him, and Marcus gently spun her around and blindfolded her. Catherine was giddy with excitement.

“What is all this for, Marcus?” Catherine asked coyly.

“Catherine, you are not just a prize; you are a gift,” Marcus said in a soft, alluring tone. “This day is all about you and only you.”

Once blindfolded, Marcus removed her poncho and cupped his hands over her breasts, gently massaging them as he ground his cock into her ass.

Marcus went on, “All of us here have vowed to take you to sensual heights, open doors, and broaden horizons you have never seen or imagined.”

Marcus then untied Catherine’s bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts hung in perfection, and those gathered rustled and moaned their approval.

Marcus ran his fingers down Catherine's body. Ever so gently. Barely touching. Goosebumps instantly peppered her skin and Catherine squirmed and moaned in delight.

“Today no request of yours will go denied, no idea out of bounds, no desire unfulfilled.”

Marcus then untied Catherine’s bikini bottoms and tossed them to the floor.

More moans and gasps of approval filled Catherine’s ears. She was feeling electric, her skin tight with goosebumps, her nipples rock-hard, and pussy juice running down her leg. Her breath was short, and her senses were in overdrive.

She picked up on something. Very faint. Familiar. A scent. It touched her nostrils. A scent she knew but couldn’t place.

“I told you there was a bonus for you today,” Marcus said, “and remember what I said. A mind is a window to the soul and works best when it’s open. Are you ready for your bonus, Catherine?”

“Oh yes, please, Marcus,” Catherine said, barely containing her excitement.

Marcus untied the blindfold.

It took a split second for her eyes to adjust to the light. What Catherine saw made her catch her breath, open her eyes wide, and almost made her legs give way.

There, bare naked and with massive cocks erect, stood her four black studs with her naked bonus standing in the center.

“Debbie!” Catherine shrieked.

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