Cate Tales Chapter 6: Revealing All the Details
Unveiling the Truth
Keeping it real
"Honey," Cate exclaimed loudly, "I'm back!" It was her signature comical phrase to welcome home.
Upon walking into the house, she found Tom standing at the kitchen island, chopping vegetables while preparing dinner. She removed her shoes, hung up her bag, and made her way towards him. Tom set down the knife, made his way to meet her halfway, engaged in a warm embrace, and shared a passionate kiss. Once their kiss parted, Tom refused to let go, keeping a firm grip on his wife's waist. Eager to hear about her day, he asked, "So, how was your experience today, my dear?"
"It was more than incredible." She responded with a beaming smile.
They sat across from each other on the couch, her legs crossed under her, and leaned against his side. He embraced her gracefully.
"Extraordinary? So, about the massage?" asked Tom, noting the alluring gleam in her eyes.
"It was fine," she said innocently.
"Just fine? Is that it?"
"What do you want me to say?" she countered.
"Care to share every little detail?" pushed Tom, wrapping her more snugly in his arms. "I couldn't think about anything else while you were gone."
"I followed your instructions exactly," she said aloud, turning to face him. "I asked him to provide a full nude massage, and he agreed without hesitation. He's he's done this with others but not the way I asked. As soon as he saw me standing there completely naked, he could only marvel at my exposed self. As I laid myself over the table, ass up, I let him have a good ol' look. A little defiant, wishing I could see his reaction. In that moment, I felt frighteningly vulnerable, but strangely empowered too."
"I can't wait to hear more," he murmured breathlessly. "My heart is racing."
"He began your full body massage focusing on your feet. Your intimate parts would not be far from his gaze, since your legs were open just a little. He could stare at my moist pussy if he wanted. The sheer thought of him doing so turned me on," she mused. "He worked on your legs, covering a considerable distance – but never did his hands wander towards that special place. It left me wanting more. However, to lessen my disappointment, I maintained my eyelids closed to heighten his curiosity, hoping he'd stare at it. When he rubbed my stomach, I wondered if he maybe, by chance, might accidentally make contact with my pussy. Although that didn't happen, it was my fantasy."
She glazed over her eyes, feeling his eyes wander down her body, ringing her pussy – or was it her mong?.
"He turned his attention to massaging your arms on either side. Your tits naturally fell to your sides, dangling just slightly, and each time he slid his hands down, his palms would softly brush up against them, causing them to redirect for just a moment. Each time he did this, your nipples would harden, itching and throbbing – reacting to his touch. Your libido was at peak levels and you let your mind wander, requesting his fingers to give your nipples a slight pinch or rub."
"You seem dangerously aroused, my darling," Tom said in a hushed voice, his breath erratic and steadily quickening.
"I am, but tell me, are you not?" she asked, eyes deviously twinkling.
"More than you'd ever imagine," he whispered, struggling to keep his composure. "I'm consumed with curiosity, my heart's beating faster by the second."
"I don't want to stress you out too much, but while my masseur rubbed my belly, your or somehow, my clit was exposed. But it stayed so stimulated. As he moved his hands down to my sides to rub, he was nearing my pussy, you loathe to see what he'd do. We're both desperate to feel each other's touch but have trouble maintaining this story," Cate added, eyes looking upward.
"You had me at 'full nude massage' baby, you know how much I love this," he murmured softly, as his heart pounded. "Telling this was stimulating enough, so I decided to do something that would make it more exciting for both you and me." With that, he moved in for a hungry kiss as his hands hurriedly undid his pants, releasing his promising erection. She blew him a sweet kiss before turning on her side, the two becoming one, and responded, abandoning their inhibitions and worries, giving into each other.
"Well, then things start getting even more intense. He switched spots to reach my breasts, and let me tell you, I couldn't wait. His hands worked wonders on my chest, massaging, squeezing, and kneading them. It was so good it almost felt like it would never end. He even wrapped his hands around the base of one of my breasts, almost like he was choking it, and moved closer - too close - causing his cock to brush against my head. It felt hard and powerful. He was getting as turned on as me, just like I knew he would. He apologized for the accident, but I said it was fine. He said I was beautiful, and massaging me was turning him on. I reassured him that it was all okay and that I was happy to be making him feel that way."
"I can believe that," Tom murmured, his voice raspy. "You seem like you were totally into it."
"Oh yeah, I was. I was giving in to my desires completely. If I hadn't thought he'd say no, I would've asked him to slap my boobs. I just wanted more sensation, and you know how much I enjoy when you play with them. So instead, I asked him to focus on my nipples. He drew small circles on them and I asked him to pinch them - hard. He did as instructed and started pinching, squeezing, and pulling my nipples. He used them to move my breasts around and it was driving me crazy. When his dick accidentally brushed against me again, I mentioned we should move on to other areas. I flipped onto my stomach and I accidentally bumped him, sorry about that. He apologized and I told him it was fine. He mentioned I was beautiful and that helping me get aroused was exciting to him. I said I was fine with that."
"I see why he would say that and react the way he did," Tom said quietly. "It sounds like you participated willingly and were full of passion."
"That's right. I was. I was out of control and surrendering to my lust. If he hadn't stopped me, I would've probably asked him to slap my breasts. Instead, I asked him to work on my nipples. He started drawing circles on them and I told him to pinch them - very, very hard. He followed orders and I could feel his other hand on my back, massaging my shoulders and kneading my ass cheeks. This only made me more turned on and I found myself leaking quite a lot. He could see that, and me dripping, but he continued relaxing my back and shoulders."
"And then what happened?" Tom asked, his hand still squeezing her breast and his other continuing to fondle her nipple. "Did he... do something else?"
"He did. He had been kneading my butt and then moved his hands to my thighs with the intention of working on my legs. But I suddenly wanted more than that. I was beyond horny, so I requested he go down there next. He was quite busy, so it came as no surprise when he followed my directions. As he massaged my ass, I could feel my pussy starting to drip even more. I feared the clock was going to run out so I shifted positions and spread my legs a bit to give him better access to my snatch. He went to work, massaging my folds and touching me very gently. I couldn't help but leak even more, and I was getting very close to cumming. So I told him to really fuck me and make me cum."
"And he did?" Tom asked, continuing to touch her.
"Of course. He pushed what felt like two fingers into my pussy and started sawing them in and out. Hard. His other hand used my clit, making me even more sensitive. I brought my ass up higher and spread my legs wider to allow him better access to my juices, and... I came... hard."
"Fuck, that's hot," Tom said, squeezing Cate's breast. "You really do enjoy yourself when you let go and give in to the sexual moments. And you seemed like you wanted that so badly."
"I did. I was so turned on and desperate for release. It was a side of me he hadn't seen before. I don't think he would've seen it had I not been so horny. He was hard as a rock, and I imagine it must have leaked like yours does when you play with it."
Not only then, he was violently pushing his fingers into me while I was pressing my butt against him to match the force of his fingering. Then I sensed him taking one of his fingers out of my cunt and putting another one on its place. He placed the one he took out between my butt cheeks, right at my back door. I have to confess, it kind of shocked me, he didn't seem like that kind of guy. But then I remembered he was into anatomy, so... I guess I should have been prepared. It just shows, you can't judge a book... and all that. So, he only kept it there for a short while. I think he was waiting for a green signal to penetrate my asshole, so I simple told him to go ahead and stick it inside me. I wanted to feel it in my ass.
He did as told, carefully lubricating the finger with my cunt's juices before inserting it. I was filled with an overwhelming joy. He was mercilessly fingering me in my cunt and in my ass, both openings. I must have looked like a dirty whore with my ass high in the air and my big tits dangling down. When he started spanking my clit that barely peeked out from its hood, it was all over for me. The inside of my cunt tightened vigorously, making it almost impossible for him to push his fingers in and out. But he managed. I kept pushing my butt against him, making his fingers sink in and out of me. Then I climaxed. My orgasm was so strong that my arms and legs trembled. It was getting to the point when I couldn't handle it and had to ask him to stop. I was afraid I could spectate. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought of you throughout the intense orgasm. Baby, I know you would have enjoyed it.
"I would have, and that surpassed my expectations," Tom replied in a wistful tone. "Perhaps we could arrange it somehow so I'll be there when it happens again. Would it be okay with you?"
He continued to massage her breast gently and rubbed his throbbing cock through his pants. Her story indeed aroused him, and the exhibitionism in it didn't raise his anxiety or jealousy. But as it felt right for them and their marriage, she considered making her move. She drew a deep breath, stood up and started towards the stairs.
"Well, darling," she said, "There's still more to the story."
She handed him her phone, programmed it to play the video recording she made and left him to enjoy it on his own. "I'll be in our room, come once it's over. We'll talk later," she called before going upstairs.
Tom waited until she was out of view. His hands rested on her phone screen. He pressed 'PLAY'. The scene opened and swiftly showed Mitchell's hard erect penis peering from his pants. He listened ceaselessly as Cate was engaged in a dialogue.
"Honestly, you don't have to, Cate. I enjoyed massaging you in your birthday suit and I'm happy I made you ecstatic. There's no need to reciprocate anything. Your erection will go down eventually."
Tom digested the words while looking at Mitchell's member rising over his wife's mouth. For a moment his envy for his wife's performance in giving Mitchell a blowjob was greater than any possible jealousy. What he badly wished for was for him to have a cock like the one on the screen. He bitterly thought of the times his own cock, proud and standing against the sky, would be eager to penetrate his wife's cunt until they both reached orgasm. He felt remorse for suffering ED, which robbed him of that experience. The video of his wife's passionate moment froze him and lifted his cock up and down as per himself, as if he wanted to let him enjoy his wife's pleasure.
She'd always been exceptional with her oral abilities, satisfying him completely. It appeared she was giving Mitchell the best blowjob of his life. I guessed Cate was contemplating things right then. Was she pondering about me? Was she thinking of anything at all? Probably not. I hoped she was appreciating the sensation of a robust, thick cock rotating over her tongue and babbing the back of her throat. It had been a while for her, so perhaps she was relishing the opportunity to revisit the experience.
However, she suddenly spoke, "No baby. Not in my mouth. Not this time," she said, pulling her mouth off his cock and standing up. "I need you inside me! Shove it in! Fuck me, Mitchell! Force that thing into my pussy! I long for you to penetrate me!"
I was taken aback. I realized what my wife was thinking - she was completely driven by lust. She commanded to be fucked. I watched as she turned around and presented her pussy to Mitchell. Mitchell penetrated her with his dick and began to pound her from behind.
The audio was even a greater turn on than the visuals. "Put it in me! Drive that cock into me, Mitchell! I need the sensation of it in me! Just fuck me hard and cum for me! I wish to experience you ejaculating in me! Use me! Use my pussy! Don't hesitate! Just do it!"
I couldn't help but admire my wife's dirty mouth. She's always turned me on with it. It never ceased to help arouse me and was a crucial aspect of our sexual play. Mitchell followed her lead and penetrated her cunt. I observed as my wife grunted with every forceful thrust, receiving Mitchell's dick. She was truly making the most of the opportunity and looked determined to fully relish Mitchell's hard cock.
Mitchell exclaimed, "Oh, fuck. It's coming!"
The sight of another man thrusting into my wife and unloading his semen into her turned me on to the point of climax. My dick jerked repeatedly in my trousers as I fired my hot, sticky fluid into them while I shook with pleasure. I couldn't look away as Mitchell continued to play with her big boobs while continuing his pounding behind Cate. I knew his cock was in the final stages of ejaculation, shooting the last of his load into my wife's welcoming pussy.
When Mitchell eventually attempted to withdraw, she stopped him. "No. Don't. Stay there inside me until you soften. I want to feel your hardness for another minute or two. It makes me feel so full. So filled and stretched. That was fantastic. Thank you for the massage, the taste of your incredible cock, and the exceptional sex. I just hope I can afford the extra charge."
I felt a hint of jealously, but mostly, I was pleased for my wife's pleasure. It was obvious that she enjoyed the experience and was ecstatic to be thrusted by a solid member. I wondered about her motivations during this exchange. I'd inadvertently pushed her into this, desiring this to happen. I wanted her to display herself and enjoy the excitement of a rock-hard cock. Why I got turned on by witnessing her having sex with another man, I didn't understand, but I knew I was grateful for the pleasure she received.
Earlier, when it seemed like Mitchell was about to come in her mouth, she refused, saying, "No. Not this time."
Her parting words, "See you next Tuesday," made me curious.
I had no idea I'd ask her to film it. I was glad she did. It was apparent she filmed it for me. For my enjoyment. I'd never imagined how I'd feel seeing my wife engaging in sex with another man, and now I knew. The video was ridiculously erotic. The sight of her having sex sent me spiraling. It shouldn't, but it did. And I couldn't understand why. I merely knew that I was grateful she had an amazing experience with Mitchell. I couldn't wait to address my thoughts and feelings with her very soon.
I needed to gather my thoughts and emotions before speaking to Cate. And I'd have to change my pants.
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