Erotic with Catherine

Erotic with Catherine 
"Well, what does it matter if they turn up at the same hotel, sweetheart? It's not even definite, and at worst it would be one evening over dinner."
"But you promised..." Catherine sulked. "You said it would be just us and you weren't even going to carry a cell phone."

"But it will be just the two of us," Len consoled genuinely. He had no intention of allowing work to intrude on their first weekend away without the baby but there was just this one client who he couldn't entirely put off. It was the only case he hadn't been able to tidy up and it was huge in terms of ongoing business for the firm. "I promise I won't carry my cell, darling. And if they do show up -- and I really don't think they will -- then it won't even be dinner. I'll see them for after dinner drinks and get rid of them in the time it takes you to soak in your bath!"

Catherine picked up her husband's cell phone and flipped it open. She showed him the screen and gave him a look. It was on and in full service.

"So turn it off," he implored. "It hasn't rung since we left home this morning has it?"

She turned it off and put it down, smiling sweetly... "You know I'm going to make it worth your while, don't you?"

Len glanced from the road with an eyebrow lifting. "Worth my while, huh?"

She blushed a little. "Uh huh..."

Catherine slapped at her husband's hand as he tried to feel her leg. "Hey, look, there's a rest stop," she said. Len had mentioned finding a gas station with a toilet.

There were two other cars parked, both empty. The toilet was a small brick building down a narrow footpath. Len walked down the pathway and as he entered the men's room he immediately recognised the sound of a blowjob in progress. There were two cubicles. One had a closed door and the other had a fat man pressed against the wall with his cock quite obviously poking through a hole. He turned to look at Len but was about to cum and did so while Len stood there watching in amazement. 

Len used the urinal and quickly washed his hands. The fat guy left the toilet and a thin, pasty skinned man of about fifty emerged from the other cubicle. When he saw Len he paused and waited by the open door. Len hurried back up the path to where Catherine was waiting by the car.

"Do you want me to drive for a while?" she asked.

"Yeah -- let's go," Len replied, getting in and watching for the guy to come from the toilet. He still couldn't believe what he had just seen.

"I hope there's a roadhouse or something soon," Catherine said as she backed the car out. "I'm starting to get hungry. Are you?"

"Yeah, I could eat. Except I just saw something that turned my stomach a bit."

"What? Back there?"

"Yeah... That fat guy who came from the toilet had just received a blowjob from another man."

"Really?"

"Yes -- really! There was a gloryhole in the wall and he got sucked off through it by the guy who must have been from that other car... I think he would have done me too if I wanted it."

Catherine laughed. "Oh shit! And did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you want it?"

"Hell no!"

"But you watched them?" Catherine pressed with interest.

"No I didn't watch them! I walked in right when the guy was blowing his load... Then I used the toilet and walked out."

"Oh my god," Catherine went on in amusement. "You hear about things like that but I didn't think it actually happened."

"Yeah, well, I've seen a few gloryholes before but that's a first for seeing one being used." Len paused in thought for a moment before adding, "You know, it reminds me of some of the hot things we've done..."

"It reminds you of them?" Catherine questioned cautiously. 

"Yeah -- it just reminds me... In a good way."

"What do you mean, in a good way?"

"Well, just that it reminded me of how hot you used to be when we fooled around," Len said, feeling his wife's bare thigh again. She had on a thin summer dress -- quite short.

"What do you mean, how hot I used to be? Aren't I hot anymore?"

"Yes, you're hot! Of course you are, sweetheart... I mean -- don't you ever think about what we used to do and get turned on by it?"

Catherine took a moment to respond. She was blushing as she spoke. "Yes I get turned on by it but you said we're not doing anything like that anymore."

"Well, I'm not suggesting we should," Len assured warmly. "It's just that some of the things we did were every bit as crazy as those guys with their gloryhole... I mean -- if that had been a woman on the other side of the wall it would have been hot."

Catherine drove along in silence for another long moment before speaking again. "I think about the old guy, Frank, the most. You know the one they called Uncle Frank?"

"Yeah -- I know the one," Len replied, swallowing dryly. "He was pretty damned forceful, wasn't he."

"Uh huh... I can still feel him holding me down sometimes."

Len shifted in his seat to make room for his cock expanding in his pants. "How do you mean, you can still feel him?"

"I don't know... Just sometimes when I'm thinking about what happened and I close my eyes."

After another long moment Catherine added, "And sometimes I can still feel old Karl from next door because of how deep he used to be in me." 

Len folded his hands in his lap to conceal a full erection from his wife. After a while he got the pictures out of his mind and his erection subsided. An hour later they came upon a roadhouse and stopped for lunch. Then switching back to the driver's seat mid afternoon he was left alone with his thoughts as Catherine slept.

It had been over three years since the last time he had allowed another man to have sex with Catherine, and during that time he had been settled with the idea that it was all in the past -- more or less a phase of their life that had been exciting but definitely a one off... He had no intention of ever letting something like that happen again, especially since Catherine had fallen pregnant the last time and their son had a strong resemblance to one of the men involved. 

Yes, Len had no intention of letting that happen again but the thought of it was so arousing as he reached across and touched the hem of his wife's dress. He lifted it and folded it back until he could see the crotch of her panties. They were pink and he could see them furrowed between her pussy lips... He left her hem folded up so he could glance across and have a look as he drove on through a quaint little village and slowed as he passed a line up of parked trucks with several drivers chatting by the roadside. Not that they would have been able to see anything through the heavily tinted windows -- but the thought of them catching a glimpse was exciting.

It was a warm afternoon and after driving since five that morning Catherine was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. Len fixed her dress a little by folding the hem back down, but he then tugged the sides up a bit to expose the sweet little pink triangle between her slender thighs again. He had adjusted the dress to make it seem like it had ridden up of its own accord -- just in case Catherine woke... Len wasn't sure what he was thinking but the thrill of having a nice sneaky view while he was driving along was keeping his cock semi firm and feeling good. And with Catherine having slumped a little in her seat her panties had stretched up even tighter, cutting in and making a very nice little camel toe.

So Len was merrily driving along for an hour or so enjoying his secret peep show before there was suddenly a line up of cars and trucks stopped on the road. He pulled up on the end of the line and could see people out of their vehicles standing on the road looking further ahead. There was a man in road worker gear strolling along chatting to every one -- obviously informing people of what the problem was up ahead. Len wound down his window when the guy approached. He leant down nodding a greeting and his eyes flashed across at Catherine before he spoke.

Len suddenly remembered he had his wife's panties exposed. It was too late to do anything about it.

"Err... we've got a breakdown on a bridge up ahead," the guy started, and his eyes rolled across for another look at Catherine's crotch as he added, "probably be half hour or so..."

He stood and was about to move along to the next car.

"What's broken down?" Len asked. "What sort of vehicle is it?" It was a pointless question but it was all he could think of quickly.

The guy leant back down and his gaze flashed across to Catherine's panties again. "It's umm... it's one of our cranes... The service crew are there but it's going to take a while." 

Len nodded acknowledgment and broke eye contact, allowing the workman to have another look across at Catherine. He lingered for a moment and Len glanced up and caught him blatantly staring that time but he quickly stood and moved along.

There were cars and trucks lining up behind and people getting out to stretch and chat. Catherine remained sound asleep and Len set his seat back and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he saw the workman again -- that time with a co-worker, and they strolled slowly past the passenger side of the car and stopped fairly close by.

Len had turned the car off and without the air-conditioner running it was getting a bit warm. He used that as an excuse to justify to himself that he needed to lower the passenger side window -- to get some air flow...

As the tinted glass lowered the bright sunlight lit up Catherine's milky white thighs and illuminated the soft pink triangle between them. The two workmen weren't talking. They were standing with folded arms right beside the open window. Len could only see to their shoulders but he knew they would be looking down into his wife's lap and as he rested back in his seat his cock expanded to full erection again.

The two workmen never moved from their spot. One of them had a two-way and spoke on that a few times and they chatted between themselves a bit, but Len could hear the obvious distraction in their voices. Catherine even stirred at one point and parted her legs slightly, and when she did that, the guy who was talking swallowed hard.

It was more than half an hour before the line up in front started rolling and the two workmen never moved from beside the car the whole time. When Len started the engine Catherine stirred, quickly glancing up at the two workmen as the car started moving.