Chapter 11

Author’s Note: Thank you for the support! The scene returns to Houston for Kat and John, and how do they handle the need for more? Usual disclaimer that this incorporates cheating.

Kat and I broke any pretense that the half-hour early morning fucks were going to suffice after we got home from Vegas. We still did them once a week or so, but as spring turned to summer, and our need for intimacy grew, we started taking advantage of her boyfriend’s work travel schedule during the week. We started cooking together. We went out to dinner or drinks at out-of-the-way restaurants and bars, where it was less likely our presence together would be noticed. And we started ramping up our games to higher and riskier levels. The thrill was just too great a temptation.

One Friday night in June, Kat and her boyfriend attended a fundraiser for the local food bank. We planned in advance that I would go, too. It was at a very good art gallery, with one of my favorite restaurants catering. They were going to auction off a few pieces by local artists to raise money for the food bank. Kat wore a turquoise cocktail dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. There were a couple hundred people in attendance, and it was a fun crowd.

I watched Kat work the room with her boyfriend. She knew I was tracking her. He went to the restroom, and I bumped into her at the bar while she was alone.

“I spotted a bathroom on the first floor that’s well off the beaten path,” I said.

“Eight o’clock sharp,” she said. It was 7:35. “That’s when the first lot goes up for auction. It’ll create more of a distraction.”

I chatted with some of the attendees and enjoyed the food. I admired the art and enjoyed flirting with a couple of married women whose husbands were caught up in tedious business talk. At five minutes to eight, I excused myself and went to the ground floor bathroom. All the action took place on the second and floor. The first floor was dedicated to the caterers, so it was as secluded as we would find.

Kat was right on time. I pulled her inside with me and locked the door. She pulled up her dress and bent over the vanity with its double sinks. She was wearing a La Perla g-string I had bought her in Vegas.

“I need your dick so bad, baby,” she said. “I’ve been so wet all night that I can feel my pussy lips slide together when I walk.”

I undid my belt and lowered my pants just enough to enter her. She sighed as I pushed aside the lace panties and plunged in with one long stroke. It was a frenetic, needy fuck that barely lasted five minutes. We watched ourselves in the mirror, faces gripped by pure lust. I filled her up with a generous load, and we put ourselves back together. Kat returned to the party first. When I arrived several minutes later, they were auctioning the third lot, and I took a position not far from where Kat stood, arm hooked inside her boyfriend’s. The auction ended twenty minutes later, and I went off-script.

“I could use a drink after that action!” I said enthusiastically to Kat’s boyfriend. “How about you?”

“That sounds all right to me,” he said. “Kat, do you want anything?” She looked at me as if I were a stranger and said, “Champagne?”

“Hey, I’m John,” I said and extended my hand as we stood in line at the bar.

“James,” he said and shook my hand.

“This is a great event,” I said.

“It really is,” he said. “Good cause.”

This guy was dumb as a post, and talking to him was like pulling teeth. I persisted.

“I still wouldn’t mind a TV and the Astros game,” I joked.

“Oh, man, you’re telling me!” he said. “They’re behind 4-3 in the bottom of the seventh.” I had found his topic.

We talked about baseball until we returned with drinks. He handed Kat her glass of Champagne and introduced me. A shiver ran up my spine. This was just too delicious.

“Kat,” she said.

“John,” I said, smiling my most genuine smile and shaking her hand.

“What brings you here?” Kat asked.

“My bank is a big food bank supporter,” I said.