The following Wednesday had arrived.
While the board was a pain in her ass over the conditions imposed, an agreement was reached. A welcome relief for Catherine as she did one last re-check to ensure all was in place. She had to nail this takeover to prove to the board she can mix it with the best.
She heard voices coming from the foyer and craned her head through the open boardroom door to see Phillip standing at Debbie’s desk.
“What the fuck!” Catherine whispered to herself in an annoying tone, “What is he doing here?”
She maintained her attention on the final touches when she heard a knock on the door and put on her best surprised look.
“What are you doing here?” she asked innocently.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, “and be witness to your triumph.”
“Don’t say that,” Catherine replied, “I’m a nervous wreck and I need to pee.”
“Ok. You go pee, and I’ll wait in your office,” he said as he kissed her on the lips and walked out.
Fifteen minutes later, Debbie came into the boardroom.
“Catherine,” she said, “Harrington’s lawyers are here.”
Catherine nodded and walked back with Debbie. When Catherine stepped into her office, she froze. There, standing in her office, was her husband, shaking hands with her lover.
“Hello Marcus,” Catherine said, walking towards him with hand outstretched, “good to see you again.”
“And it is always a delight to see you, Catherine,” Marcus replied, shaking her hand. He did not release it immediately, but when he did, he ran his middle finger gently down the palm of her hand. Catherine felt her pussy tingle and moisten.
“But I have a grievance to lodge,” Marcus continued. “You didn’t tell me your husband was a sitting Superior Court judge.”
Catherine just shrugged her shoulders with palms up.
“I guess that’s a discussion for another time,” Marcus added, “but can I also introduce my colleague?”
Marcus turned to a very handsome black man in his late twenties, athletic, and very tasty.
“Catherine, this is Spencer Whitlam. Spencer, this is Catherine McKenzie.”
Spencer stepped forward and took Catherine’s hand. She was melting in his eyes.
“So good to meet you, Spencer,” Catherine said as she began to melt.
“And so good to meet you too, Catherine,” Spencer replied, and as he shook her hand, he also ran his middle finger gently down Catherine’s palm. She clenched her legs together to stop her pussy juices from running down her legs.
Board members began arriving, and after several minutes, Debbie escorted everyone to the boardroom while Catherine excused herself and made a beeline for the ladies. On one of the few days when she chose to wear panties, they were saturated before lunch.
Her mind was spinning. Who was Spencer, and why had Marcus never mentioned him? What does he know about her and Marcus?
All this was best explored later. Now she had work to do.
~oOo~
All was in place, and once contracts were signed and notarised, the transaction was complete. The board members, Marcus, Spencer and Phillip, all remained and mingled. Catherine made her apologies and returned to her office to finalise everything. Twenty minutes later, Marcus appeared at her door. She motioned him inside and hurried to close and lock the door behind him.
“I should give you a spanking,” Catherine declared. “Who the hell is Spencer? Why is he here, and is he even a lawyer?”
Without waiting for a reply, Catherine speared her tongue into Marcus’ mouth and grabbed his semi-hard cock through his suit pants.
“My god, I am so fucking wet,” Catherine panted. “Fuck me right now!”
“Whoa there, beautiful,” Marcus said, “the only thing separating us from your husband, your secretary, and the entire board of directors is an oak door with a flimsy lock.”
Catherine looked at him with lust in her eyes.
“Ok,” he said as he pulled his cock out, “this is the entrée. Main course you get later.”
Catherine dropped to her knees and swallowed his semi-hard cock. She was so worked up it went straight down her throat without resistance. She cupped his balls in her left hand and stroked his cock with her right. All while rocking her head back and forth in unison.
The moans coming from Marcus, along with his magnificent cock growing bigger and harder in her throat, almost made her pass out from ecstasy. The heat building up in her was ferocious, and she had to cum. She dropped her left hand to her soaked pussy and rubbed feverishly. Within a minute, the convulsions hit her like a sledgehammer, squirting pussy juice in her panties and down her legs while Marcus shot a week’s worth of cum straight down her throat.
“Fuuuck!” Marcus cupped his hands over his mouth, knowing Debbie was just on the other side of the door.
He bucked and thrust forward as stream after stream of hot, creamy cum shot down Catherine’s throat and filled her belly. Marcus looked up at the sky in praise of the Lord.
“Dear god almighty,” Marcus prayed, “Lord, I thank you for making me acquainted with this gorgeous, lustful, vivacious woman, and may all our encounters from now on be as good or better than the last. Amen.”
Catherine slowly released his cock from her throat, licked stray cum from the head and shaft, sucked his balls and kissed his cock before Marcus put it back in his pants.
Catherine got to her feet, straightened her skirt and used tissues to wipe her legs and pussy. She freshened herself, then looked at Marcus, straightened his tie, brushed his jacket, and then pinched his lapels with both hands.
“I don’t know the story with Spencer,” Catherine said in a serious tone, looking directly into Marcus’s eyes.
“I don’t know who he is, I don’t know why he’s here, and I don’t know what you have planned.” Catherine paused.
“What I do know is, I want both of you to fuck me so hard, for so long, and make me cum so much I turn into a ragdoll. Capiche?”
Marcus smiled, gently raised Catherine’s chin and kissed her deeply.
“Understood,” he replied.
Marcus rejoined the gathering in the boardroom. Spencer was in deep conversation with Phillip and Debbie. He looked at Marcus, who nodded. Spencer smiled, returning to the conversation.
Phillip broke away and walked into Catherine’s office. She was looking at some documents on her desk, a glass of water in her hand.
She smiled at Phillip when he walked in.
“How does it feel?” Phillip asked.
The question caught Catherine by surprise, but hoped he was referring to the takeover.
“Draining, exhausting, but also so satisfying,” she replied.
“It’s not every day you close a billion-dollar deal,” he said proudly.
“I’ve scanned the financials. It could offer excellent returns with the right management in place. I’m proud of you Catherine.”
Phillip drew her close and kissed her deeply. Catherine didn’t offer anything in return.
“To celebrate,” Phillip added, “I’ve made reservations for us at Amici’s for 7 pm.”
“That sounds amazing, darling,” Catherine said, “but can we do it another night?” She added, “The board has invited me out for celebratory drinks and nibblies. It’s a tradition every time a deal is closed.”
“Ok,” Phillip said quietly, “my dance card is empty, so I don’t mind tagging along.” He added.
“I couldn’t make you do that,” Catherine said, making her best attempt to dissuade him. “I’ll be busy with board members, making sure they’re all content with the deal and won’t be any company for you, and you didn’t seem to mingle with them today anyway. You’ll just find the whole evening boring.”
Catherine could see the sparkle leave his eyes. She felt a little guilty, but she had other plans.
“Very well,” said Phillip with a defeated tone, “what time will you be home?”
“It’s difficult to say,” she said, “but don’t wait up. It could be a late one.”
“Ok,” he said, moving in to give her a peck on the cheek, “let me know if you want me to come collect you.”
Catherine smiled and nodded. She felt a tinge of sadness watching Phillip slink out of her office defeated. A lump formed in her throat. 30 years of marriage, three sons and a mountain of happy memories. She knew she was putting all of it in jeopardy.
Just then Catherine’s phone buzzed with a new text.
“Tonight is a go. Spencer is in. 7 pm at mine. You in?”
Catherine fell into her chair and considered the question for a long time. Then she replied,
“You bet I’m in!”
Seconds later came the reply,
“Excellent! This is all for you. If you’ve never had two before, then we’ll make sure this is a night to remember!”
Then a second text,
“I’ll get takeout delivered. What do you fancy eating?”
Catherine smiled wickedly to herself and replied,
“I’ll have two big servings of cock!”
Marcus sent a smiley face and a thumbs up as a reply. Catherine dropped her phone on her desk and smiled as her pussy began to twitch. Thoughts of Phillip disappeared.
~oOo~
Phillip now had a name for the voice he heard on the phone when Catherine was masturbating on the sofa.
Marcus.
Marcus Crenshaw.
He worked quickly to elicit as much information as he could on Marcus from his long list of contacts within the legal fraternity. The replies came back in a steady stream. Thirty-eight years old, divorced four years ago, two children, started in criminal law but changed his specialty to corporate and tax law to expand his depth of knowledge, and because it paid much better.
He stayed outside Catherine’s building for an eternity. At 6.15 pm, Catherine appeared on the sidewalk. Clutching her overcoat against the wind, she slipped into a taxi. He kept the cab in sight as it weaved through heavy city traffic. Eventually stopping at an apartment building just north of the city.
Phillip parked nearby as Catherine got out of the cab and searched her handbag. Then, without hesitation, put a key in the main door and let herself in.
Phillip ran to the front door, making sure Catherine was out of sight, and grabbed it just before it latched shut. He peeked around the corner to where the lifts were just in time to see Catherine step inside. When the doors closed, he watched as the indicator ticked upwards, stopping on the 11th floor. The lift stayed there for some time, so he called it down and rode it up to the 11th.
He was cautious stepping out, but the coast was clear. Now came the difficult part.
Phillip knew what Catherine was doing and now who she was doing it with. The problem was there were twelve apartments on this floor, and he had no idea which one she was in. The best course of action he thought, was to go low-tech and old school, so one by one he approached each door and simply listened.
He immediately dismissed apartments 1101 to 1105, but he did notice most of the doors had the name of the occupant below the doorbell. He kept up his mission until he found it.
Apartment 1109. M. Crenshaw was the name under the doorbell. He felt his fists clench, and his anger rise. He was certain inside this apartment his wife of 30 years, his college sweetheart and the mother of his children was fucking Marcus Crenshaw.
His finger hovered over the doorbell. He was going to confront her with Marcus. Catch them in the act, but he stopped and froze from what he heard.
“God yes! Fuck me in the ass. Don’t you fucking stop, fuck me in the ass. Give me your cocks and fuck me!”
Phillip nearly threw up on the spot. The voice was definitely Catherine’s, that was undeniable, but what she said was a hammer blow to his soul.
“Fuck me in the ass.”
“Give me your cocks.”
Phillip could feel the colour drain from his face. He was crushed. Broken. Discarded and done by the one woman he loved, cherished and supported. He couldn’t believe she would do this to him.
Why?
His mind began to fog over. His breath became short. He was riveted to the spot, unable to move. He remained at the door for an eternity, the cries, the moans, and the slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing through the hall. He was torn between the need to confront his adulterous wife in the act, and the desire to run from it all.
He got to the lift and pushed the call button. Waiting for it to arrive, he looked back at apartment 1109. The furnace of anger began to burn, and he regained his resolve. Phillip walked back to the door and pressed his ear against it. He could definitely hear Catherine’s voice, then Marcus’s, but there was a third voice. Less baritone, higher pitch.
Phillip thought back to the deal signing and the other lawyer with Marcus.
Spencer. Spencer Whitlam. That’s who the other one was. The pieces fell into place, just like Catherine said, “Give me your cocks.”
Phillip was awakened. Self-pity, anger and heartbreak were now replaced with a steely determination.
He walked confidently to the lift, only for the door to open as he got there. Out stepped a pizza delivery guy with three pizzas.
“Excuse me, where is 1109?” he asked Phillip.
“Apartment 1109?” Phillip said, seeking confirmation. The pizza guy nodded.
Phillip pointed to the door and said, “It’s just over there, friend.”
“Thank you,” he said. Then Phillip interrupted him.
“Is one of those pizzas pepperoni with olives and anchovies?”
The pizza guy was stunned. “Yeah,” he said, “how did you know that?”
“Just a keen sense of smell,” replied Phillip as he stepped into the lift.
Phillip made his way to street level and was on his phone when the pizza guy exited the building, smiling.
“Satisfied customer?” Phillip asked the pizza guy.
“I guess,” the pizza guy replied, “she answered the door bare-assed naked, gave me a $20 tip, and two naked black guys dragged her back in. She was great-looking for an older girl, too.”
Phillip nodded, unfazed. His worst fears had just been confirmed. Tears welled in his eyes, ran down his cheeks, and a lump formed in his throat.
The call he was making connected.
“It’s Phillip McKenzie. I am in need of your services.”
© MMXXV Oddjobber.
