Chapter 4

When Carl got back to the house he found Catherine lying in the bed, busy fucking herself with her newest cucumber. He stood in the doorway and enjoy the view.

"She's becoming a real slut," he thought. "It's a shame she'll never know it though."

On the bed Catherine continued with her cucumber, not realizing she now had an audience. She'd decided to play with herself while her husband was gone. After all, Carl had told her to enjoy herself while he attended to some business with Jessie, so that's just what she did.

As he watched his wife Carl decided it was time to once again get out of his clothes, so he began to strip while he stood there. By the time his pants and shorts were gone his cock was again rock hard and wanting some attention. He never realized he could get hard again so quickly after shooting a load, but it was going to be something he'd take advantage of in the future. He'd really enjoyed his session with Jessie and has surprised himself by liking the idea, and the actual deed, of sucking off another man. He had to admit to himself that he'd always wondered what it would be like to have a man suck his cock for him. He'd fantasized about it at times when he'd jack off, unable to get to Catherine in time to have her do it for him.

Catherine looked lovely, lying there on the bed with nothing on and her pussy shaved clean. He was glad he'd thought of that one. Now, if only he had the courage to shave himself. Perhaps one of these days. Heck, he might even get his wife to shave him. That would be something to behold. Watching as his lovely wife trimmed his pubic hair and then shaved his cock and balls. Definately something to consider in the future. If Catherine's pussy felt so good without any hair, he could imagine what his cock and balls would feel like without any hair down there.

He finally entered the room and called to his wife.

"Catherine?" he called.

Immediately she opened her eyes and beheld Carl's naked body standing at the side of the bed, his cock at attention, begging to be sucked. She forgot the cucumber in her pussy, leaving it there, and moved towards Carl, taking his hard cock into her mouth without even asking if that's what he wanted. It was what she wanted, so she was going to do it.

She swirled her tongue around his uncut cockhead, tasting it for the first time in over a week. Then she stuck her tongue down into the foreskin and licked around the head, savoring all the tastes beneath his excess skin. Then she poked into his piss hole, trying to suck out his cum, causing him to shiver slightly, wanting badly to empty another load from his balls.

While she sucked his cock she looked up into her husband's face, seeing his approval for what she was doing for him. That alone caused her to increase her sucking, wanting all the more to taste his cum. She pushed her head down further onto the hard cock, taking all of him into her mouth. She loved to feel his cockhead bang against the back of her throat and she'd finally gotten to the point where she could deepthroat him without setting off her gag reflex. She'd also learned to hold her head back a little, thus allowing his cock easier access into her throat.

As she bobbed on his cock she could begin to taste his precum, knowing that it wouldn't be long now before he was ready to shoot his load into her mouth, and she tried all the harder to make that happen.

Watching her suck his cock Carl found himself wondering what Catherine would look like with Jessie's huge cock pumping into her pussy. He'd never thought of that before, but for some reason, after having Jessie suck his cock, the thought came to him and he began to ponder what it would look like. He also wondered if Jessie would be willing to fuck his wife, while he watched, of course. He had to admit to himself, he liked the idea and just the thought of watching another man fuck his wife excited him all the more. Especially if that man were black!

Catherine pulled off his cock, looked up at him, and told him, "I want you to shoot your cum into my mouth, Carl."

Who was he to refuse?

Taking his cock into his hand be began to jerk off, as Catherine's attention turned to his balls and she began to lick and suck on them. He knew he was close to shooting again, and he loved the idea that Catherine wanted him to unload into her mouth, as he had so many times in the past.

It didn't take long before she got her wish and the first shot hit her right on the tip of her tongue, and with that she swallowed his cock again and felt the next shot go deep into her belly, bypassing her tongue and going straight down her throat. The next show was received on the back of her tongue and she licked her lips, showing Carl what he'd just shot off, then she swallowed it and again took his cock into her mouth, ready again to receive the next few shots.

She wasn't disappointed, either.

They both collapsed on the bed after that, with Carl turning so that he was on his back, right next to Catherine. With one hand he tweaked her hard nipples and with the other flicked her clitoris, causing her to shiver with her first orgasm of the night.

Once he'd regained his composure he got off the bed, knelt at the mattress, and began to lick and suck on the bald pussy before him.

"Shame there's no cum in there," he thought as he began to eat his wife out.

Sicne sucking off Jessie he found that he liked the taste of cum, including his own, and could hardly wait to taste more, whether it be his or Jessie's. Didn't matter to him. In fact, once again the thought of Jessie fucking Catherine, and leaving his cum in her for him to suck out, entered his mind.

"Damn! I'm really going to have to touch base with Jessie on this one. I would imagine he's love to fuck a white woman for a change." He never would know that Jessie had already sampled Catherine with both his mouth and his uncut cock.

Carl continued to suck Catherine's pussy until he got her to climax 3 times, then he crawled up on the bed and fell asleep. He'd plant a suggestion in his wife's mind the next morning, before he had to leave town on another business meeting.

Carl sat at the table the next morning, waiting for Catherine to get out of the shower and come down stairs. While he waited he fixed his usual breakfast fare, toast with peanut butter, a glass of orange juice and a small glass of CranGrape juice.

Ten minutes later he heard the water shut off and knew it would probably be another ten minutes or so before his wife joined him. After all, it took her almost three times the time it took him to get ready every morning, what with all her makeup and such.

Twelve minutes later Catherine joined him at the table, a smile on her face. She was still under the control he'd exercised on her last night before going to Jessie's place.

"Catherine?"

"Yes," she answered slowly.

"DId you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Very much, Carl. You know I love it when you let me suck your cock and then you suck my pussy."

"I'm glad you like it, too, dear. Listen, would you like to do something for me while I'm gone?"

"Gone? Don't tell me you've got another business meeting to go to! You just got home yesterday!"

"I know, dear, but the boss wants me to close this deal before the end of next week. It'll mean a huge bonus for me at the end of the year, too."

Catherine sat there and actually pouted. "But I'll miss you so much!"

"And I'll miss you just as much, dear, but it's got to be done. Think you can handle things here again while I'm gone? I know it's a lot to ask, but I know you're up to it."

"Sure, Carl. Not much to handle though. Jessie practically runs the place. I don't know what we'd do without him. I'm so glad you let me hire him, too. He worked so hard for Daddy and Mama, so I knew we'd be able to trust him."

"If you only knew," he thought to himself.

"Buttermilk," he said.

He watched as Catherine's chin rested on her chest, just above her already pointed nipples, which were poking out from her blouse.

"I want you to do me a favor while I'm gone, Catherine."

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want you to be very nice to Jessie. I mean a special nice. Do you understand what I'm asking you to do, dear?"

"You want me to treat Jessie special. Like I treat you special?"

"Yes. Like you treat me special," he answered.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Just do to Jessie what you let me do to you while I'm gone. I want him to think that you came up with the idea and that I had no influence on your decision at all. Do you understand?"

"Do you want me to suck his cock? Do you want me to fuck him? Do you want me to let him suck my pussy and my hard nipples?" While she asked these questions her hands went to her chest and she began to tweak her own nipples, getting them harder then they already were.

"Yes! That's exactly what I want you to do, Catherine. You'll not remember it, of course, but when I get home you'll be able to tell me what happened and how much you enjoyed it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I'm to let Jessie fuck me, suck me and I'm to suck him and fuck him and then tell you all about it when you get home. How many times do you want me to do this?"

"As many times as you like. But you will not, I repeat, YOU WILL NOT let Jessie fuck you in the ass. Is that understood?"

"Jessie is not to fuck me in the ass. Yes. I understand."

"Good. Now, when I count to three you'll wake up all refreshed. One... Two... Three!"

"I feel so good today, Carl. I must have slept like a baby last night."

"You were already sleeping when I got back from Jessie's last night, so I let you sleep and didn't disturb you."

"Thank you, Carl. That was nice of you. I've been unusually tired the last week or so. I guess I have a hard time sleeping when you're not here. Sure was nice to have you in bed with me again last night."

"I like it when we sleep together, but I do wish you'd let me do something..."

"Stop it right there, mister." Her tone of voice was something he'd come to recognize when the subject of sex came up.

"You know that isn't going to happen. I love you dearly, Carl, but I will not do something that is against the way I feel. Why do you think we don't have any children, Carl? I don't like sex! I don't want sex! I will not even discuss sex! I thought I'd made myself quite clear on that subject, yet you keep on insisting on bringing it up. When will you stop?"

"Well, I guess I never will stop. Unlike you, I like sex. I want to have sex with my wife! If only you'd understand that!"

"Are you having an affair on me, Carl?"

He was even shocked to realize she'd thought of that.

"Hell, no! I don't need to have an affair! I love you, Catherine, even though you won't have sex with me. That doesn't mean that I'm going to find it elsewhere though. When I get horny enough I can jack off all by myself, without having to get someone else to do it for me."

"Such language, Carl!"

"Well that's the way it is, Catherine."

"But why would you talk to me that way?"

"Because you asked!" he almost hollered at her. He regained his composure though and calmed down before he spoke to her again.

"Listen, Catherine. Sex is something married couples do all the time. It's only natural for them to want to have sex with their mates. I honestly don't know what your parents did to you to make you hate even the thought of having sex, but damn it! I'm your husband and it's my right to expect my wife to\ satisfy me on occasion!"

He almost got up and stomped out of the room, but by the expression on her face he could tell that her feelings had been hurt by the language he used, as well as the tone of his voice.

"Listen, Catherine. I love you. Only you. I don't even want to think of having sex with anyone other then you. It wouldn't be right! I can live with this though. If that's what you really want."

"It's what I want, Carl.

"I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings, dear, but sex is something I can live without. I hope you'll one day understand that. If I were in your place, and you didn't like sex, I'd do my best to understand your feelings and I'd try not to pressure you into something you don't feel good doing."

Just the there was a knock on the back door and a couple of minutes later Jessie entered through the kitchen. He could tell something important was being discussed though, and he made his apologies.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked.

"No," Catherine answered. "Our conversation is over." She looked at her husband, and smiled. "I really do hope you can understand the way I feel, Carl." She kissed him on the cheek and left the room, heading upstairs to the bedroom.

All Carl could do was sit there and shake his head.

"Some understanding would be nice," he said, almost to himself. Unfortunately, Jessie heard him and questioned him about it.

"You and Miss Catherine having some problems, Mr. Carl?" he asked.

"Nothing I can't handle, Jessie," he replied.

Jessie pulled up a chair and poured himself a cup of coffee, as he'd done every morning for the past 30 years. He'd been so much a part of the family that he still took advantage of the situation, and no one complained at all. He fit in here and he wanted to continue to fit in.

He looked at Carl, trying to read the expressions on the man's face.

"You ok," he asked.

Carl looked up at him, a surprised look on his face.

"You mean about last night?" he asked.

"Yes. About last night."

"I'm fine with it, Jessie. Yes, I liked it, too."

"I did, too, Mr. Carl. You're not mad at me?"

"Mad? No. I'm not mad. It's not like it's something I hadn't thought about doing myself. I just never had the balls to actually do it."

"So, you'd be ok with getting with me another time, for a repeat performance?"

"Sure, Jessie. I'd like that. Right now though I gotta get my things packed and head out for another business meeting."

"You going to be gone long this time, Mr. Carl?"

"About two weeks this time, Jessie. Got to get this all finished before the holidays and back home again. I have a surprise for the misses and I want to be here for the holiday and give it to her myself."

"Mind sharing what that surprise is?"

"Well, if you must know, I got her a dog as a companion for when I do have to go out of town. I want her to feel protected while I'm not here." He noticed the hurt expression on Jessie's face after he'd said it.

"Hey, Jessie, I know you're here, but I'd feel better. Especially at night when she's in the house all by herself."

"Doesn't hurt my feelings none. In fact, I think it's a good idea. These days you never know what might happen anymore. Seems like crime is up way too much these days and it never hurts to protect your loved ones. I think she'd like a dog. What kind you getting her?"

"I thought of a doberman, but then I thought she might be scared by him, so I got her a great dane instead. They're gentle with their owners and their size should deter someone of even thinking of doing something once they see him."

"So, he's a puppy then?"

"Actually, he's almost a year old. The owner is having to move to California for his job and will have to get an apartment. He found out he wouldn't be able to take King with him, so I told him I'd make sure he had a good home."