Chapter 73: Katie’s Bukkake

Katie Jackson sat across from her sister at Homegrown, a cozy and bustling spot famed for being one of the best brunch locations in Wichita. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air around them. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a gentle glow on their table.

“I can’t believe you and Fred didn’t just stay with us,” Justine said, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Her eyes sparkled with genuine hospitality. “We have plenty of room.”

Katie gave a silent, knowing smile, recalling the vivid memories of two nights ago when she was intertwined with both her husband and her youthful lover. Her heart raced at the thought, but she maintained her composure. “We didn’t want to bother you!” she replied, her voice light and cheerful. “Besides, it gives us time to be alone together!”

Justine shook her head in disbelief, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “You guys act like you’re newlyweds! I’m so jealous!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of admiration and envy.

Katie took a leisurely sip of her steaming coffee. With a casual shrug, she concealed the secrets of what kept their marriage vibrant and exciting. She would never share details of their adventures and the unique lifestyle she enjoyed behind closed doors.

As they wrapped up their time together, Katie embraced her sister warmly. “So, the conference ends this weekend?” Justine asked.

Katie nodded. “Yes. I think at noon and then we will drive home. I’m sure Fred will have to wrap up some details with some clients. We have to be home to pick up the kiddos from his parents.”

“Okay. I’m glad we got to see each other,” Justine said, pulling her sister into another affectionate hug. “I wish we could see each other more while you are here but we are driving to see Scott in Denver tomorrow morning. We’ll be in Kansas City next month, so we have to grab lunch!”

Katie held her breath for a moment when Justine mentioned her son as the memories came flooding back into her mind of what she had done at the Circle Cinema. Her husband was aghast at what she had done but she also knew it sparked more curiosity from him. She swallowed hard, “I’d love that!” she beamed, her nervous smile brightening the moment as they began to walk in opposite directions.

Katie climbed into her Escalade and started the drive back to the conference center. Her mind swirled with thoughts, particularly the events of two nights ago with Brandon. The thrill of being involved in a threesome with her husband lingered in her mind, refusing to fade away quickly like her past indiscretions often did. This time felt different, and she couldn’t shake the feeling as she drove on.

She vividly remembered the moment she told her husband about her experience at the dingy adult theater with Scott. His eyes had widened with shock but also excitement, eager to hear every juicy detail of her adventurous encounter. As she recounted the story and admitted to sucking her own nephew’s cock, his reaction was of primal lust and excitement.

While she was well aware that Fred was currently on stage delivering yet another presentation, she felt a strong desire to do something special for him, something she knew he truly wanted. It seemed impossible that it had slipped his mind to even mention it. Perhaps he was too preoccupied with arranging the details of their meeting with Brandon to think about anything else or he was thinking about his presentation to a room full of investors.

As she pulled into the hotel parking lot, she knew that he would wrap up his speaking engagements in about an hour. The hotel lobby buzzed softly with the guests from the conference as she felt the stares from a few of the men, most likely recognizing her as America’s Sweetheart or as Fred Jackson’s wife. The final thought caused her body to melt; maybe they were undressing her in their minds and would run off to their rooms and fantasize about her as they stroked their cock.

Katie stepped into her hotel room, the soft click of the door locking behind her. The air hummed with the quiet thrill of what was to come, and she paused for a moment, pressing her palm to her chest as if to steady the flutter beneath her ribs.

She glanced at the clock; 12:17 p.m. Plenty of time to get ready before Fred finished at the conference.

With deliberate slowness, she peeled off her clothes, letting each piece fall to the floor like shed inhibitions. The cool air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps, but it was the heat within her that burned brighter. The shower beckoned, and she stepped under the stream. She tilted her head back, letting it soak her hair. The scent of vanilla body wash filled the steamy air, igniting her emotions from within her body. Her fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, the dip of her waist, as if reacquainting herself with her own body and then slowly rubbing her hand between her legs. She gasped loudly that echoed in the shower as she bit her bottom lip and forced herself to stop.

The mirror fogged as she stepped out, but she wiped a clear circle with her palm, studying her reflection. The woman staring back at her was somebody her younger self would not recognize. The woman who had been an executive for the Bank of America, a reigning beauty queen and had only been with her husband for decades was gone. She was now a woman who embraced her sexuality with the blessing of her husband. She was a woman who was spontaneous and eager to devour a stranger’s cock and suck them clean.

She reached for her makeup bag, the familiar weight of the brushes grounding her. Foundation first, blended flawlessly, then the contour that sculpted her freckled cheekbones into sharp elegance. Each stroke was intentional, a ritual. The eyeliner winged just so, a flick of defiance and allure. Mascara darkened her lashes until her gaze looked like it could cut through glass. And then, the lipstick: a deep, sinful red, the kind that demanded attention. She pressed her lips together, admiring the glossy sheen, the way it made her teeth look whiter, her smile more dangerous.

Her hair, still damp, coiled into glossy curls around her fingers, tumbling over her shoulders.

The dress lay on the bed, a pool of crimson against the crisp white sheets. She stepped into it, the fabric whispering against her skin as she pulled it up, the sleeveless design baring her shoulders, the bow at the neckline a playful contrast to the dress’s sleek lines. The material clung to her curves, a second skin that made her feel both exposed and invincible. No bra. No panties. Just the dress, the heels, and the thrill of vulnerability wrapped in confidence. Every movement sent a ripple of awareness through her, the silk sliding over her skin, the cool air teasing places usually hidden.

Katie stood before the mirror, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she adjusted the vibrant Vince Camuto Tie Neck Shift Dress The fabric, lightweight yet clinging, molded to her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve with a boldness that matched her mood. The sleeveless design bared her shoulders, leaving them exposed and elegant, while the tie at the front neckline added a playful sophistication.

The dress ended mid-thigh, teasing just enough to leave something to the imagination while exposing her toned legs. The snug fit hugged her waist and hips, emphasizing the natural lines of her body, and the stretchy fabric moved with her, whispering against her skin with every breath she took. The inch and a half hoop earrings glinted in each ear, adding a subtle sparkle to her look. She turned slightly, admiring the way the dress framed her, the way it accented all of her curves.

As she slipped into her heels, she felt the dress riding up just a little, the cool air brushing against her thighs. It was a reminder of the adventure she was stepping into, the boldness of the choice she’d made. She could only imagine what her husband would think.

Her phone buzzed in her hand as she opened the Uber app, her thumb hovering over the screen. The car was three minutes away.

She delicately placed a note on their impeccably made bed with the keys to their SUV. She read her handwriting one last time, “Meet me at the Circle Cinema - 2570 South Seneca. My mouth will be eagerly waiting for you in the back booth.” She pressed her lips gently against the paper, leaving a flawless impression of her lipstick, a deep, enticing red.

Fred Jackson concluded his presentation and strolled back to their hotel, a buoyant smile spreading across his face. He felt as if he were on top of the world; life seemed to be unfolding perfectly. He had a fulfilling career that challenged and inspired him. His family was a source of joy and his wife, with whom he shared a vibrant and passionate connection, matched his energy in every way. The encounter with Brandon two nights ago lingered in his mind, a thrilling memory that had fulfilled every hope and desire he had harbored. As he approached the hotel, he spotted their sleek SUV parked prominently in the front lot, and his excitement surged. The afternoon lay ahead, a canvas of time for intimacy and exploration in the privacy of their hotel room. Katie had mentioned she was still feeling tender from their adventurous night with Brandon, and they hadn’t been intimate since. But Fred harbored a hopeful anticipation that she was ready this afternoon, as his longing for his wife seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

Mrs. Jackson gracefully climbed into the waiting Uber, the vehicle’s sleek black exterior gleaming under the afternoon sun. The driver, a middle-aged woman glanced at Katie as she settled into the seat. “Ma’am, are you sure this is the right address?” she inquired, her voice tinged with doubt.

Katie cringed inwardly, a familiar wave of discomfort washing over her. She has always hated the silent judgments from others. With a touch of embarrassment coloring her cheeks, she replied softly, “Yes.” She swallowed, gathering her confidence, and repeated with more certainty, “Yes.”

The driver shrugged, her acceptance begrudging, “Okay...” Her voice faded away, leaving a faint echo of judgment in the air.

As they eased out of the parking lot, Katie caught sight of her husband approaching the front entrance, his stride purposeful and hurried. She bit her bottom lip, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. Her heart fluttered with anticipation, knowing he would discover the surprise note she had prepared for him in their room. The cool air from the car’s vents caressed her skin, swirling under her dress and teasing against her moistening skin, heightening her sense of thrill and expectation.

Fred stepped into the hotel room, and an eerie silence met him, “Katie?” he called out, his voice echoing off the walls. His eyes then fell upon a set of keys resting on the bed, accompanied by a folded note. As he unfolded the paper and began to read, his mouth went dry as if all moisture had been suddenly siphoned away. Goosebumps prickled across his skin, a tingling sensation that spread like wildfire. His mouth hung agape as he absorbed the two words scrawled on the paper: “Circle Cinema.” It was a name that held weight, a significance that twisted his gut. The note bore the distinct outline of Katie’s red lips, a silent signature that already caused his cock to stir. He snatched up the keys and briskly exited the room, each step echoing his excitement. Once in the Escalade, he navigated the streets of Wichita with deep breaths and couldn’t drive fast enough.

The Uber rolled to a stop in front of the Circle Cinema, the driver offering a nearly teasing, “There ya go...” Katie winced slightly as she stepped out of the car, tugging at her dress to smooth out any wrinkles. The building loomed before her, its façade familiar from her two previous visits, though never with her husband in tow. She cast a quick glance around the parking lot, where about a dozen cars were scattered fueling the anticipation bubbling within her. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the door handle and swung it open, the distinct, musky scent of the adult store wafting over her like a wave. Her heels echoed on the dirty tiled floor, a rhythmic click-clack as she made her way toward the counter, fully aware that her husband would be following closely behind her.

She noticed a couple of older men turn their heads, their eyes lingering on her with a bold, unabashed stare. The glint of lust in their gaze was unmistakable, igniting a thrilling spark within her. Their eyes followed her every move, casting a web of intrigue and unspoken desire. As she approached the counter, the clerk, the same one she had encountered on her second visit, turned to face her, his expression blank and devoid of recognition. “Tokens, please.” she asked, her voice steady as she slid a $5.00 bill across the counter. In return, the clerk poured a handful of gleaming gold coins into her outstretched hand.

Clutching the coins tightly, Katie made her way toward the viewing booths, the murmur of anticipation buzzing like an electric current in the dimly lit corridor. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements synchronized with the soft hum of excitement that filled the air. She passed through the heavy curtain, the fabric brushing against her skin and navigated the shadowy hallway until she reached the familiar room.

She walked in and closed the door behind her, the latch clicking into place with a definitive sound that resonated in the quiet. The holes in the walls lined either side. She peered through each one, finding them vacant. Settling onto the wooden bench, the surface cool and smooth against her skin, she slipped a coin into the slot. The sound of metal against metal was sharp and definitive. Selecting a blowjob video, she leaned back, her breaths becoming quick and heavy. Her body thrummed with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing in the quiet room, creating a symphony of desire and expectation that enveloped her completely.

Fred maneuvered the Escalade into the parking lot, the engine’s hum fading as he switched it off. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he rubbed his brow with a trembling hand. He swallowed hard, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach as he gazed at the dilapidated facade of the adult theater. Its neon lights flickered erratically; Circle Cinema.

Katie’s confession echoed in his mind, a vivid recounting of her escapades within these walls during visits to her sister. The images she painted were stark and raw: one encounter after another, men lining up to have their turn, leaving their heavy, dripping marks on her mouth and face. The memory of her words sent a shiver down his spine.

He had pleaded with her, practically begging, to revisit the Strand in Kansas City, where he had been tantalizingly close to witnessing her unbridled indulgence before a drunken intruder had shattered the moment. Now, sitting here, he grasped the reason behind her refusal to return. The temptation would have been overwhelming, an irresistible pull toward her deepest, most clandestine desires. But now, she was inviting him into this shadowy world. The world that was now in the open with her confessions of how far she had fallen.