Chapter 797: pt-3
As she rolled onto her back she swapped her left hand for her right and started running her finger tips up and down her outer lips. They were pink and clear of any hair, every detail open to my eyes; I could see they were swollen and distended revealing her inner lips and the darker pink of her vaginal opening. There was a whitish fluid oozing out and down the crease of her ass, her fingers dipping into the flow and spreading it over the lips. I could also see her clitoris clearly; smooth, pink and shiny, wrapped in the white skin hood. I was amazed at how big it was. In our months of marriage I had never seen Clara intimately; she had a perfect textbook flowering-rose cunt, as one only sees in erotic art photography.
I saw her rhythm change, two fingers sliding into her vagina slick with her juices, then up and over her clitoris. She moved her other hand down and used her fingers to hold herself open, to pull the hood back from her clitoris. Her right hand started moving faster, pumping two, then three fingers into herself, hitting herself as she went in; then over her clit, grabbing it between her fingers, pulling twisting, stretching it out.
I stared in fascination as she tortured herself, mesmerized by the erotic brutality of her masturbation. I felt myself getting erect again, felt the excitement course through my body. I started pumping myself with my hand but it did not feel good, so I let go and continued to watch Clara, my face no more than two feet from her now red pussy.
I reached forward with my hand, my fingers steepled all the tips together forming a spearhead. Clara gasped and stopped moving as my fingers contacted her cunt. I dipped the tips into her oozing woman-cream and then spread it around her vaginal opening. More cream, rubbing deeper, spreading her womanhood open. More cream then the tips pushing in to the first knuckles, twisting, savoring. I was surprised at the heat radiating from her pussy. Clara's hands started moving again with new vigor, pulling, pinching, slapping.
I pushed in to the second knuckles, my four fingers and thumb spreading her wide. She reached down and grasped my wrist, pulling my hand into her, pumping it in when it stuck, out, then deeper. I pictured her at the pool using my father's hand to pound her pussy. As my whole fist slipped into her hot tight opening she groaned loudly, "Yes! Yes!" She was making animal noises in her throat, loud enough that I think my parents could hear. "Hurt me! Aaaah! Harder..." Her nails were digging into the skin at my wrist as she frantically thrust my hand in and out. Her other hand was pulling and twisting her clitoris, stretching it, squeezing it. I stared in awe.
"Ah! Ah! Aaah!" she was grunting in time with my thrusts. I could see her legs tense, her buttocks rise off the bed. "Yessss!" Her muscles were quivering with tension as she came; I could clearly feel the contractions deep in her cunt as her body climaxed. I kept thrusting after her hand stopped guiding mine, brutal twisting punches with my fist completely sunk into her cavern. I could see the milky fluid flowing, her whole ass-crease wet and dripping as she bridged in her ecstasy.
"Stop! Please stop, you're hurting me. Please..." I stopped pumping my arm. Slowly her body relaxed, her bum coming back to the bed, her legs straightening.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Is everything alright?" my father's voice.
After a brief pause I answered, "Yes thank you. Sorry we disturbed you."
"Clarissa?"
"Yes..." Clara croaked, barely audible. She cleared her throat, "Yes, thank you Michael. No problem."
After a long pause, "Okay then, see you in the morning. Good night." I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
"Goodnight," we said in unison.
We lay frozen in time, my fist in her pussy up to the wrist, Clara's one hand lay limply over her pubic mound, the other still holding a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. There was sweat dripping off her chest. Her cheeks still sported red spots, the blush receding from her chest and neck, her eyes closed.
The cum from my recent climax had slipped down my chest and stomach onto the bed cover leaving shiny trails on the skin as it dried. My erection had subsided to a limp worm lying against my thigh, the tip still wet with cum. Slowly I pulled my fist out, amazed again that it fitted into that tight hole. It came free with a loud slurping sound; Clara lay unmoving.
"Do you want to use the bathroom?" I asked. No answer.
I went in and showered, standing a long time under the hot deluge. What sort of a woman was I married to? When I eventually turned the water off and had dried myself I returned to the bedroom. The lights were out and Clara was lying on the edge of her side of the bed, the covers up to her ears; I turned the bathroom light off, climbed into bed and fell instantly asleep.When I awoke the sun was high in the sky; Clara's side of the bed was empty. I lay with my head propped up on both our pillows and contemplated the day. What was I going to say to my father? Nellie? I wondered how Clara was going to act towards me. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock and my mother's voice, "Wakey, wakey! Can I come in?"
"Come in," I answered.
Nellie opened the door and entered carrying a steaming mug of coffee. She was dressed in a pink wrap, prim with long sleeves and reaching below her knees. "Good morning," I said. She put the coffee down on the side table and sat on the bed, leaning forward to kiss me; the quick kiss turned into a long kiss, our lips together, our mouths open, I could taste her fresh apple-taste. I had not yet brushed my teeth so was reluctant to let the kiss get too passionate. Besides, it was great just having her mouth against mine, the promise of passion there for the taking.
I broke the kiss to ask, "Where are the others?"
"They went for a walk on the beach. Early." She smiled, "I'm sure they have a lot to discuss. Umm. What was going on last night?"
I blushed, "Were we making a big noise?"
"Enough to wake the dead! Not you, but Clara; sounded like you were strangling her. Michael was worried."
"Sorry," I said as I sat up and took the coffee cup in my hand. Nellie kicked off her slippers and lay on her side full length on the bed, her head on my stomach; I ran my fingers through her hair, my nails softy scratching her scalp.
"That's nice," she sighed. "Now, tell me about last night."
"Well..." I hesitated.
Nellie lifted her head and looked up at me, "You don't have to be shy. Tell me." She lay down again and I resumed massaging her scalp.
How to tell it? "When Clara came to bed she lay down on the furthest part of the bed, covers up to her ears. I felt a bit sorry for her, although I don't know why..."
"Because you're a nice person, that's why."
"You're biased," I said, half joking, half serious. "Anyway, I leaned towards her to talk and she thought I was going to make a pass at her or something; she told me not to dare! I snapped. I threw yesterday afternoon in her face. She was mortified." I stopped, thinking that I had said enough.
"And then..."
"I was so angry I..." I hesitated.
"You what?" Nellie urged.
"Well, I told her that I wanted her to wank Michael while we were watching."
Nellie bolted up onto her elbow, her head turned towards me, her mouth open in shock. "No, you didn't!"
"I'm afraid I did." I felt foolish.
"How did she react?" Nellie was still looking at me intently.
I felt myself blushing again. "She protested, but there's a bit of history here. The other day I showed her the video we took of them on the pool deck, and was using that as leverage to force the situation. You know, to perform in front of us. I'm not sure what I was thinking."
Nellie lay down again. "And..."
"I... Well, I asked her, told her rather, to demonstrate how she was going to do Michael." I stopped in embarrassment.
"Go on." I remained silent. After a long moment she moved her hand up and over my cock, now flaccid and lying on my stomach; I was naked under the duvet. I immediately felt the warmth and my body reacted automatically. Nellie gripped my hardening member and moved her hand gently up and down. "Go on," she repeated.
"Clara started masturbating me, but it was all wrong; too hard, too fast, no feeling. I had to guide her."
"Do you think she didn't know, or was it that you were trying to manipulate her and she was playing dumb?"
I thought a moment, "No, I think she's been a tease for so long she has never learned to pleasure a man. She has driven them mad with unrequited desire so that when the real thing came along she didn't have to do any work; the guy is finished in thirty seconds flat. And that is, as you know, the end of that."
"It didn't look that way to me with Michael the other day." Nellie's hand was warm and tight around my rigid cock.
"I think she's met her match with Michael, more than her match! He controls her with a rod of iron." I told her about the riding crop and about the spanking, hiding, that I had given her later, and about how much it seemed to turn her on.
Nellie pulled the duvet down and took my penis in her hand with no fabric between her fingers and my shaft; I could feel the cool air as she blew on the head. "So, what happened next?"
"I told her to play with herself, like Michael had in the forest, so that I could see."
"Did that turn you on?"
"Mmmm." I said spreading my legs a bit and Nellie massaged my testicles. The way we were positioned I could not reach her breasts. "Take your wrap off so I can see you."
Nellie sat up and slipped the wrap off her shoulders. Taking her arms out of the sleeves she lay down again and resumed gently manipulating my cock and balls. I could feel the precum start to ooze from the pee-hole as she played with me, almost like mini orgasms. I could still not reach her breasts, nor see them fully, but I rubbed the side of her chest and the side of her left breast as far as I could reach using the flat of my hand, just touching the skin.
"How did she play with herself?"
I felt a new warmth and knew that Nellie had taken the tip of my cock into her mouth. "She slipped the middle and ring fingers into herself, hard and fast; the other fingers rubbing either side of her pussy lips." It felt right to use vulgar terms. "Then she would pull and twist her clitoris; she was really rough! And the more aroused she got, the rougher she got."
"What were you doing while this was happening?" I could feel the breath from her mouth cool the wet tip, then it was warm again.
"Clara was masturbating me like I showed her. I had my hand down her top squeezing her nipples; I've never felt nipples that hard! They were like erasers. The harder I pinched and twisted the more excited she seemed to get." I could see Nellie's chest moving, breathing fast. "Does talking about this turn you on?" I asked in turn.
"Yes." I felt the vibration through my cock rather than heard the word as Nellie answered; I could see her nodding. I felt cool air, "Who came first?" Warmth again.
"I did," I said. "I told her to time her hand with the ejaculations. I came all over the place."
Coolness. "Don't make me prompt you! Tell me the rest."
"Only if you turn around so I can do to you what you're doing to me."
"Not until you finish telling me the story. What happened next?" Warmth
"I moved down between her feet so I could watch what she was doing. Funny, in the time we've been married she never once allowed me to see her pussy up close. It's beautiful; big clitoris, delicate lips, smooth as a baby's bum. Picture book." I paused picturing her pussy, "Protruding inner lips like a rose, pink and slightly crinkled, deeper red in the center."
"Anyway, she was pounding in and out, pinching and squeezing her clitoris; I mean really hurting herself. This must have been a huge turn on because she was literally oozing nectar, it was flowing like a stream out of her pussy and down between her ass cheeks, a thick milky fluid; she would dip her fingers in and spread it around. She was making a lot of noise and I was worried it would disturb you guys but I wasn't about to stop the bus at that point." I stopped, again visualizing the picture. Nellie had me deeper in her mouth swirling her tongue around the head.
"If you carry on like that I'll cum in your mouth!" I said. She stopped moving and lay still with my cock in her mouth; we both lay still. Slowly the impending orgasm moved away again.
I continued, "I wondered how much of my hand she could take up her pussy so I pursed my fingers and pushed, using lots of her natural lube. Suddenly my whole fist was inside! It was hot and tight and wet; Clara went mad. The more I pounded into her the wilder she went. In fact, she grabbed my hand and rammed it into her, like she was doing on the deck with Michael the other day." I showed her the nail marks in my skin. "When she came, her contractions were so strong it hurt my hand. I've never experienced anything like it! That's when Michael came and knocked on the door."
We were still for a bit. "Now turn around," I instructed.
"Okay, how do you want me?" Nellie rose up onto her knees and I gazed at her full mature body with the slightly sagging breasts, the little tummy and the full thatch of blond pubic hair; I could not imagine anything more erotic. In my mind's eye I compared this image with that of Clara, a pretty picture but in no way sexual or erotic.
I reached out, took a handful of pubic hair feeling the firm flesh below, the bare lips, the warmth, the moisture. "I want you to sit on me."
Raising her eyebrows she started, "I thought... "
"I want us to go at your pace for a change." I lay back, plumping two pillows under my head.
Nellie moved up over me, her knees straddling my hips. Her eyes staring at me as she flexed at the hips and ran her warm pussy lips along the length of my cock, her juices making them slick, sliding easily over the full length. "Like that you mean?" There was a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Mmmm" I groaned in response; such a simple movement, so exciting.
Nellie cupped a breast and fed it to me. I held it with my left hand and took the nipple between my lips and started sucking, taking the hard nub between my upper teeth end tongue and rolled it from side to side, quite hard. Nellie closed her eyes and rubbed her pussy against my cock, up and down; her bare lips were so smooth and warm. When my cock dislodged to one side she reached between us and, without breaking her rhythm, continued to pump her hips back and forth.
I moved my mouth to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. I was surprised when I tasted a slightly salty liquid being expressed. Nellie continued to moan softly and pump her hips.
I moved my right hand down to her hip and pulled her back and forth, matching her movements, just making them harder. Nellie raised herself slightly and, using both hands, positioned my cockhead at her hot entrance and with one thrust, embedded me fully in her, our pubic hair meshing. "Aaaah..." she moaned softly, biting her lip then sliding the tip of her tongue over the bite-mark.
Abruptly she leaned forward bending her back, pulling her nipple from my lips. Her tongue was already sticking out of her mouth when our lips locked; she kissed me hard, her tongue deep in my mouth. Her hips were bucking up and down my shaft and my hands on her hips were forcing her deeper with each plunge. Then she was cumming, ramming her pussy against my cock, her clitoris hard against my pubic bone. There was nothing subtle about her movements, a wild bucking movement threatening to dislodge my cock at each withdrawal, then slamming down again our pubic bones grinding together.
"Don't stop, I'm cumming!" she said into my mouth. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Aaaah! Aaaah..." She sat up straight and threw her head back, her arms outstretched, grinding her clitoris hard against me. After about a minute she relaxed and fell forward against my chest. "That was so good..." She said between pants. "Sooooo good. Have you cum yet?"
"No," I answered.
"How do you want to cum?"
"Lying on top of you so I can watch your face. With your legs closed tight. Like last time."
Nellie straightened one leg and we rolled over together without separating. I moved my legs outside of hers trapping them there, squeezing, which in turn squeezed her cunt around my aching cock. I could feel her whole body under mine from top to toe, her soft breasts pressing against my chest. After a while I started doing push-ups, my toes and elbows on the bed, our only point of contact my cock almost completely withdrawn from her clinging cunt; then down, full contact. Nellie squeezed with her internal muscles; the sensation was exquisite! I was not going to last long like this and said so.
Nellie licked her fingers and reached round behind me and found my anus, cool and slippery "Yes..." She licked the fingers of her other hand and they joined her first hand, rubbing, pressing, stretching open. This was too much for me and I rammed home as hard and as deep as I could, feeling my orgasm break over me; I pumped my hips hard as I gushed hot sperm deep in her cunt.
Completely spent, I collapsed onto her chest gasping for breath. I thought idly that, while the previous series of orgasms had been completely mind blowing, the acme of sensations, nothing compared with this one! I loved Nellie so much.
We lay there like that for a long time, maybe twenty minutes, lost in our own thoughts. I no longer thought of Nellie as my mother, rather as my exotic lover, knowing exactly what I wanted, what I needed.
Nellie stirred. "We had better move before the others get back. Not that I care, but it will save an embarrassing scene. I need to clean up; you're such a messy boy! I can feel you leaking out of me; we'll have to change the sheets."
Reluctantly I rolled over, my now flaccid cock pulling free of her warm hole. As I stood up I heard the garage door open. "Quick, that's them!" Nellie jumped up and, housecoat in hand, ran naked out of the room. I turned the duvet over and pulled it straight, smoothing it with my hands, then I plumped the pillows, placed them at the top of the bed. I could hear the garage door closing and the click of the car doors; I only had seconds left before they entered. What to do?
If Michael and Clara had been doing what Nellie and I had been doing, Clara would head straight for the shower. I grabbed my trousers from the floor next to bed and my book and ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time. As I swung round the landing I heard the garage inter leading door open. I ran on.
In the lounge I pulled on my trousers. It was cold in here and I would have been wearing a shirt and possibly a jersey as well. I looked around. Nothing. I put the open book on the couch and went through to the kitchen. The washing hamper was standing at the washing machine; I grabbed one of my dirty shirts and pulled it over my head. I picked up the kettle and slowly walked towards the basin, waiting for Michael. I could hear him descending the stairs as I turned the tap and was busy filling the kettle when he appeared. "Would you like some coffee?"
"Please." Michael moved round to the breakfast counter and sat on a stool. "Er, I think we need to talk."
I placed the kettle onto its stand, turned it on, then moved opposite him and stood with my hands on the counter. I'm sure I must have reeked of sex and my hair was all over the place. "Yes, I think we do."
Michael hesitated, looking down at his hands. "I'm sorry you had to witness that little scene on the beach. I believe I, we, got carried away. But what's done is done; no going back now." He looked me in the eye. "I understand from Clarissa that things are not going so well between the two of you. Again, I'm sorry to hear that. What are your intentions?"
"With regard to what?" I asked. Him? Clara? My mother?
"Clarissa, of course!" He sounded exasperated. "If you had a problem with me I'm sure you would have addressed it already with me. And Nellie; it's as clear as a pikestaff that the two of you cannot keep your hands off each other. But, let's deal with Clarissa first."
The kettle started boiling and, to collect my thoughts, I made two cups of coffee. Returning to the counter I said, "I think I made a dreadful mistake in marrying her. I was infatuated by her, completely smitten. The truth is she's not the person I thought she was, and I'm sure I'm not the person she thought I was. She's tried very hard to change me but I'll never be the person she wants me to be."
I sipped my coffee. "But, as they say in Afrikaans, the bullet is through the church. We are married. When we get home I'll try again; certain things have changed between us in the last few day. We understand each other better."
Michael turned his head and looked out the window, out over the river mouth where the wind was whipping up white foam. "Have you had sex with your mother?" No beating about the bush!
"Yes." I felt the heat rising in my face.
"Consensual?"
"Of course," I said, shocked. "You don't think..."
"Just checking. I'm trying to think what to do in what, quite frankly, is a very awkward situation. Amongst other things your actions are illegal, mine indefensible." He paused. "Let me ask you this; if these two women were two unrelated individuals, how would you proceed?"
I mulled over my answer. How would I proceed? "I suppose we would be two couples doing what couples in love do. But that's an unrealistic answer; these are not two unrelated women, and we are not two unrelated men. It's all very well thinking of the small head now, but we have the rest of our lives to consider. You're my father, and I love and respect you; Nellie's my mother and the same applies. As for Clara, I'm glad that she's found such passion with you; I'm really happy for her. But in a few days, tomorrow in fact, we're going home and life must continue." I looked at Michael, "How would you answer your own question?"
"I have my whole lifetime followed the lemonsqueezer wherever and whenever it has been available. I'm not proud of it but there you are. I know I've hurt your mother along the way but we have an understanding; she is free to follow the same road. However, I think women are different."
He continued, "Quite honestly, I'm particularly taken with Clarissa; spice, passion and education. I would like to enjoy her charms to the fullest for the few hours we have left, as I'm sure you would with Nellie. What do you think?"
I finished my coffee and stood with the warm mug between my hands. "Do we discuss this with the girls? If you and I have consensus, that is."
"Clara will do whatever I tell her to do, she's an obedient girl. Nellie is another story. She obviously saw us at Canon Rocks so she's not oblivious to my situation; and the two of you have enjoyed the forbidden fruit." He looked again out over the river mouth. "I tell you what; you, or I, can discuss the situation with her and we'll go with whatever she decides. What do you think?"
I had the feeling that I was outside of my body looking down from the ceiling. Here were two adults, father and son, discussing swapping partners, mother and wife. If this were in a story one would close the book and say, "Oh yeah?"
The reality was that I would give my left testicle to spend the next twenty four hours in my mother's arms; not to have to hide, pretend, lie. "I'll have a word with her and see how she feels." I was scared that Michael would bully her into submission.
Michael held out his hand and we shook, not saying a word. He turned and walked away, up the stairs. I stood there in a trance.
I was still standing there when Nellie walked in, same blue dress as the other day, towel wrapped around her head. "What did Michael have to say? He looked like the cat that got the cream when he came into the bedroom. He didn't see us, did he?"
"No, I don't think so." I told her about our discussion. "What do you think?"
Nellie walked around the kitchen, putting things away in cupboards, rinsing the mugs in the sink, emptying the dishwasher. Eventually she came to me and put her arms around me, her head on my shoulder; I wrapped my arms around her.
She asked, "What now? We've opened the cookie jar, eaten some of the cookies, and they taste like more. But, to continue the metaphor, do we want to eat the rest? Empty the jar? Get fat, sick? Or will we savor the rest? What happens next week, next month?"
I stood silent, not knowing the answers, but knowing with all my heart that I wanted as much of Nellie as I could get, even if it was for only one day more. After that... I said, "These last few days have been the fulfillment of a lifetime's fantasies. Certainly since girls became girls in my head. I would like to be able to love you openly for a short time, not hide in the shadows."Nellie said softly, "It'll require large amounts of maturity to deal with this afterwards if things pan out the way I think they will if we go this route. You'll know beyond any shadow of a doubt that your wife was fucked by your father, dominated by him, thrilled by him in ways that you never will. Every time you are intimate with her you'll think of this, as I will with Michael. If we stop it right now it'll have been a dalliance, a quick dip into the cookie jar, the lid back on."
"Maybe you're right, but I'll regret not sharing the next twenty four hours with you for the rest of my life. My life with Clara the last four months, actually eleven months, hasn't been a bed of roses; rather, it's been a bed made from the thorny stems. Things could never be any worse than before." I smiled, "Well, maybe I'll get to enjoy whipping that cute little ass of hers."
I looked over towards the staircase and saw Michael and Clara standing staring at us. At least Clara was staring, her hand over her mouth; Michael was looking with a small smile on his lips. I did not move, wondering whether they had heard what I'd said. After a long moment Michael took Clara's hand and led her out to the pool deck. "When you two lovebirds have finished come and join us at the pool," he said, "And bring me a beer when you do come."
I lifted Nellie's face and sought her lips with mine. We kissed. "Sounds like the decision has been made." I looked into her eyes. "Everything will be alright, you'll see. Are we going to join them?"
"In for a penny, in for a pound. I'm going to go and put on my smallest bikini. Make his eyes water and show her who's the woman around here." Her hand sought my cock, still soft after my all-consuming climax earlier. "I need this fellow's attention..." Our lips joined again in a long kiss. I took both her ass cheeks in my hands pulling her against me; I could feel she was naked under the dress. "Mmmmm, that's nice!"
I said, "I think you should shock them and go out there and take your dress off. Just like you are now."
"I couldn't! I'm commando..."
I spread her cheeks, "I can tell." I ran a hand up her back. No bra either.
She laughed, "You're insatiable. No, I'm not ready for that yet; I'm going to put a costume on, act the lady." Her hand was still on my cock, which had only reacted slightly to the situation. She squeezed, "You go out and shock them."
"No, I'm going to shower. I still smell of you, us." I let her go and went to the fridge. "Do you want anything while I'm here?" I reached for a beer for Michael.
"Are you going to have some white wine?"
"Yes."
"Take a bottle out. And some glasses. I'll take some snacks."
When I walked out with the tray Michael was in his lounger reading a magazine, Clara was on her stomach on hers. She was wearing the slick white costume again; it fitted her like a second skin, almost as though it had been airbrushed onto her body. She did not stir as I gave Michael his beer.
"Thanks. Are you going to join us?"
"Yes, I'm going to pull on a costume and grab my book. I'll be back in a moment."
"And your mother..."
"I think she's gone up to change. I'm sure she'll be out in a moment." I raced up to the bedroom, taking off my clothes as I went. This was going to have to be the quickest shower in history. I saw Nellie standing in her doorway, naked; she pirouetted, blew me a kiss, then disappeared into her bathroom.
I showered quickly, jumped into my costume, ripped the bed clothes off the bed, grabbed my book and sunglasses and ran down the stairs. Record time! When I went out Clara was rubbing cream onto Michael's shoulders.
The wine was on a tray at Nellie's lounger. I poured a glass looking enquiringly at Clara but she avoided my eye.
When Nellie came out she was wearing a beach wrap, which she slowly removed. I stared; I have never seen such a brief bikini, wisps of fabric barely covering the important parts. I could clearly see her nipples pushing through, her pubic hair faintly visible at edges. I glanced at the other two. They were both staring.
Strangely, nothing sexual happened during the rest of the day. It was almost as if, now that we had license, nobody wanted to take the first step. I'm sure Michael and Clara had been at each other while they were out earlier that morning, as had Nellie and I. This did not mean there was no sexual tension; my lounger, positioned where it was at Nellie's feet, gave me an uninterrupted view up between her legs. At one stage she pulled the crotch of her bikini bottom to one side, exposing her sex lips shiny and pink, her arousal moisture clearly visible in the sunlight.
Michael had told Clara to remove her bikini top. After some hesitation she had complied and was now lying relaxed, her small breasts basking in the afternoon sun.
At about three the weather began to close in, clouds rolling in from the west. Within ten minutes the first drops of rain started to fall and we hurriedly moved inside. I made a fire, Michael refreshed everyone's drinks while Nellie made a salad and sandwiches. Clara sat.
Nellie placed the food on the coffee table then came and sat next to me pulling a throw rug around us; we sat close together our legs and shoulders touching. Clara watched us. When Michael came in, he fiddled with the entertainment system then, grabbing another blanket, went to sit next to Clara on the other couch, throwing the blanket around their shoulders and over their laps.
We contentedly watched a comedy about a family holiday, together with grand parents and their dog. Light-hearted and warm.
Nellie was leaning against me, her legs up under her. I had one arm around her shoulders and I slipped my other hand inside her beach wrap to find that she had removed her bikini top; I held the warm soft flesh and gently fondled her nipple. Her hand was on my thigh.
Out of the corner of my eye I tried to see what Michael and Clara were doing but the blanket concealed all; there were bright spots on Clara's cheeks so I knew something was happening
Fresh drinks, more logs on the fire, dim lights on in the fading afternoon light, Michael started a second movie. This was another kettle of fish completely; definitely not family viewing! This one was about two couples where the wives were involved in a lesbian relationship. Well shot, nice lighting, reasonably good actors.
By the time the movie had been running for half an hour I moved my hand down from her breast to the junction of her thighs; I was delighted to find that she had removed her bikini bottom as well. I felt immediately that the movie, and hopefully my attention to her breast, had aroused her to the point where her pussy was warm and wet. She spread her knees slightly to give me better access and I slipped a finger into her warm cunt; Nellie's hand was resting on my cock. We watched the movie.
During a particularly arousing scene I glanced across at Michael and Clara. Their blanket was gaping open and I could see Clara had Michael's fat cock out of his trousers and was wanking him slowly. I could see the precum had flowed over her fingers making them shiny in the dim light. His arm was moving but I could not see clearly what he was doing.
Nellie saw the direction of my stare and looked that way; I heard her catch her breath and her hand gripped my erection through my trousers. After a few moments she used both hands to undo my belt and buttons. She reached in and took my, by now, aching erection in her hand pulling it free of my underpants. Her eyes flicked between the screen and the couple sitting a few feet away.
Michael glanced over and caught my eye. He winked without any change of expression before returning to watching the movie.
By now I had two fingers in Nellie's pussy, slowly moving in and out, the palm of my hand rubbing over her clitoris. Every now and then I would stop the pumping and wiggle and twist my fingers deep inside her vagina. The g-spot is a contentious issue, some saying there is one, others saying that it does not exist. Well, when I rub the tips of my fingers over the slightly rougher area on the front wall of her vagina, Nellie always tenses, stops whatever else she is doing, cocks her hips forward to facilitate my access and closes her eyes. She was breathing through her mouth, short pants, clearly audible.
I watched as Michael took Clara by the shoulders and pulled her round in front of him until she was kneeling on the floor. He placed one hand on the back of her head and pulled it towards his crotch; I could see her resisting him but he was too strong. Their couch was set at right angles to ours so I could see him guide her mouth to his glistening cock.
Clara's bikini bottom was down around her thighs but she was in semi-profile so I could not see her ass or between her legs, but it was extremely visually erotic especially when she took his fat cock deep in her mouth. Michael continued to watch the movie as he pulled her head up and down, her hands on his thighs.
I looked back at the screen to see the older woman rimming her younger lesbian lover; I twitched with excitement. Nellie immediately moved her other hand between my legs, her fingers reaching for my anus; access was a bit difficult as I was still wearing my trousers. I scooted forward slightly, feeling her fingers gently exploring.
"That's so nice." I whispered in her ear. "I'd like to be doing to you what that girl is doing now." The actress had her tongue deep in the other girl's anus, holding her spread with her two hands.
"So would I," Nellie whispered back, sticking the tip of her tongue into my ear and swirling it around; I shuddered. I continued to finger fuck Nellie as the scene played out. Nellie was holding my cock, not moving, sensing that I was very close.
Michael pulled Clara's head off his cock then maneuvered her around until she was lying over his knees, almost as though he was going to spank her, her shapely ass high in the air, her bikini bottom still around her thighs. The way we were sitting we had a great view up between her legs; Clara had her hands stretched back trying to cover herself. Michael pushed them aside, and when she moved them back he gave her a sharp slap on an exposed cheek; the hands disappeared. Using his right hand he worked the bikini down her thighs, over her knees to her ankles, then off. He reached between her knees to spread her legs. She resisted. Smack! Her legs shot apart and we were treated to a splendid view of her pussy; even in the dim light it was beautiful.
I watched fascinated as Michael started using his fingers to spread her now abundant cream over the whole area from her clitoris to her anus, which clenched every time his fingers passed over it.
I saw Nellie was also intently watching the action, the tip of her tongue just visible as it wet her lips. I pumped my fingers into her with a steady rhythm, pressing her hard clit, out, back; she was very wet.
Michael had four fingers in her vagina, now he placed his thumb against her darker rosehole. "No," a muffled syllable, her hands returning to her back, hesitated when Michael stopped pressing, then disappeared from our view. He pressed again and we could see the skin depress, her cheeks clench. Michael released the pressure and pushed again. I saw the tip disappear, then the whole thumb was deep in her ass. "Aaaah..." We heard faintly.
The movie ran on unwatched.
I was very close to cumming and I stayed Nellie's hand on my cock, then returned my fingers to their wet heaven; I felt her tense. "I'm going to cum!" She whispered in my ear, her body starting to shake. I'm sure Michael heard and he turned to look at us, his hand moving hard and fast between Clara's thighs. I kept on pumping; Nellie's head was thrown back, her mouth wide in an almost soundless scream.
Smack! Smack! Smack! We could hear Michael's hand pounding, almost like hitting a wet piece of meat, clearly heard above the movie soundtrack.
We still had the blanket around us keeping our movements private, Nellie's hand on my cock hidden from Michael's eyes; somehow I wanted to keep it that way, some vestige of self-consciousness. Slowly Nellie relaxed as she came off her high, I stopped moving my fingers in her cunt, my palm slapping her clitoris. I could feel my hand was soaked.
Smack smack! Smack smack! A double rhythm. Michael was slapping Clara's ass with his free hand in time with his urgent plunges. Clara's legs were scissoring open and closed. I could see her fingers working feverishly on her clitoris. "Yesss! Aaaah..." The moaning was now continuous, getting louder. He stopped slapping her as she screamed but continued to plunge his hand in and out of her pussy and ass, his hand a blur. Clara screamed on and on, her legs clamped tightly together, her ass high in the air. Eventually she subsided on his lap. "Stop! Please! You're hurting me..." She had not complained when Michael was beating her!
We continued to watch as Michael pushed her off his lap till she was on her hands and knees on the floor, his hand still firmly embedded. He moved onto his knees behind her obscuring our view of Clara's beautiful ass. With one hand Michael worked his trousers off his hips, then both hands were between them where we could not see them, obviously placing the head of his cock against one of her openings. He started plunging in and out, his hands on her hips, his movements urgent. We could see his hairy balls swinging violently with his thrusts. Smack! Smack! Smack! Her body shook with every impact.
He stopped thrusting and his right hand went between them again. "No! Not there! Please! Aaaagh!"
"Relax." He was holding her firmly in place as she tried to pull away.
They stayed like that for perhaps half a minute. Then I saw the muscles in his buttocks tense, pushing. "Aaaaaah! No! You're hurting me!" He continued to push.
Now I could see that he was tight up against her. He pulled back, then pushed again. Harder this time, faster. "Aaaah! Aaaah..." Her moans kept time with his thrusts.
I lifted my buttocks and pulled my trousers off, letting them pool at my ankles. I urged Nellie around using my hands until she was kneeling in front of me; facing me, her knees on either side of my thighs. Her wrap was hanging open and I gazed lovingly, lustfully, at her mature breasts. I leaned forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth rolling it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue; Nellie put a hand behind my head and pulled me hard against her chest.
I reached down between us and placed the head of my cock against her wet opening; Nellie shuffled forward settling down, sheathing my cock firmly in her warm depths. Bliss!
This movement pulled her breast out of reach of my mouth and I hugged her to me, my arms against her skin under the wrap. The blanket had fallen away but the wrap shielded our bodies from the other two.
Not that they were looking at us! Michael was pounding into her, his muscles bulging as he pulled her violently back against him. I was struck by the contrast in texture between their bodies; Clara sleek, smooth, sculptured; Michael harsh, coarse and hairy. I can't say I was turned on by the view of his back, his ass, his testicles. Clara's white legs spread wide either side of his knees, the glimpse of her ass cheeks were a real turn on.
Positioned as we were I could not move inside Nellie; this was a good thing otherwise I would have cum already. I could feel Nellie using her internal muscles in a slow rhythm. I moved my hands under her bum, my fingertips seeking her forbidden hole. Her juices had run down between her ass cheeks leaving her opening slick, her sphincter relaxed. I slipped the end of my index finger in up to the first knuckle as I lifted her up and down. We kissed.
This, together with the visual stimulation for the other two fucking, was too much for me and I was overcome by an overwhelming orgasm. I'm sure I made a lot of noise although we were locked lip to lip, tongues deep in each other's mouths. I shook and plunged and shouted. Eventually the freight train moved on and I was left panting and sweating, Nellie's full weight on me, sheathed as deep as I could get.
I was brought back to earth when Michael bellowed, the noise animal-like and loud, the smacking louder than ever. I looked over Nellie's shoulder and saw Clara collapse onto her stomach on the carpet, Michael on top of her. They lay unmoving aside from Michael's panting. Clara's legs were spread wide, forced there by Michael's legs between them, also spread. I could see his cock buried deep in her ass, her bald pussy in plain view. I motioned Nellie to look over her shoulder. We both stared; erotic beyond belief! I could hear Clara sobbing quietly.
I was flaccid, spent, but our position kept me fully in Nellie's warm pussy; I could feel our juices seeping down over my balls. I held her to me, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. We watched.
Eventually Michael stirred and with great effort raised himself onto his knees, pulling out of Clara's ass. We could see her anus gaping, stretched open by Michael's thick cock, the pink inner skin visible. Some of his pearly cum dribbled out and he reached forward and spread it over the ass and inside the shrinking hole; Clara did not move. Michael stood up and, with his cock glistening and swinging; he went over and added more logs to the fire. It was getting cold.
"Another drink?" he asked.
We declined. Clara did not stir. He poured himself a generous tot of whiskey, then returned to the couch; reaching forward he placed his hand between her legs, on her pussy. Her legs jerked closed. "Come my dear. Come and sit with me, you must be uncomfortable." He patted the couch next to him.
Clara rolled over and sat up. She saw we were watching and she tried to cover herself with her hands; her cheeks were red, her eyes moist. She pushed off the ground and the effort caused her to fart, a soft wet sound; she sobbed and ran from the room. Michael sat unmoved, sipping his whiskey, a blanket over his shoulders.
We were still face to face, our bodies pressed together, Nellie's weight on my thighs. She said, "You should go to her..."
Michael looked at her. "Yes, I suppose I should. Poor girl." He put his empty glass down on the coffee table and stood up. "Well, good night. I guess you'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom. See you in the morning." With that he walked naked to the stairs and disappeared from view.
Nellie put her hand behind my head and her lips sought mine; we kissed long and lovingly, our tongues gently caressing each other. "That was something," she whispered, "I now see what you were saying about pain, domination. If Michael had ever hit me like that I would have left him, had him locked up."
She continued, "But it was exciting to watch. Close up. I could hear his hand moving, the wet slurping; I could smell her arousal. I never thought I would be aroused by the sight and smell of another woman, but I was. If the opportunity had arisen for me to participate, I think I would have."
"Have you ever been with another woman?"
"No. The closest I ever got was kissing."
"When was that?" I asked. I could not imagine my mother doing anything like that.
"Oh, I suppose about two years ago. It was during one of Michael's walkabouts and I had gone to the country club and had a few drinks with my girlfriends. There was this woman there. I hadn't seen her there before; we got chatting." She paused.
"Go on," I said.
"Well, one sometimes says things to a stranger that one would never say to someone you know; I poured my heart out to her. Eventually I went to the ladies to repair my makeup. She followed me there and she took me in her arms and kissed me. Really kissed me. It was so soft and gentle, not like a man at all. It was thrilling. Then I got scared and ran away; got in my car and drove home."
"Did you ever see her again?"
"No. I thought about it for days. Then I plucked up the courage to go to the club, to see her again. But she wasn't there. I have not seen her since." A long silence followed.
"Come, let's go to bed."
Nellie giggled as she raised herself and I popped out, our combined juices running over my thighs. "Now you know what us girls have to contend with." I tweaked her nipple and she squeaked.
At the top of the stairs I saw that the master bedroom door was closed. We stood there hand-in-hand for a moment listening. Silence. In our bedroom I closed the door. I was only wearing my shorts, Nellie the wrap; I was carrying the remainder of our clothes. I threw them in the corner.
Nellie went on towards the bathroom, "I need a wee, a shower and then to be tucked up in your arms for the night."
"Wait, I want to see you wee."
"I'm all messy down there. As I've said before, you are a messy boy."
I laughed, "I don't care." After a moment I said, "I've got a better idea. Wait until we're in the shower and I can watch you there, and you can watch me." I looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"You're kinky, you know that?" Nellie let her wrap drop from her shoulders as she reached into the shower to turn on the water, one hand feeling the water, the other adjusting the temperature. I dropped my shorts and came up behind her, nuzzling her neck, reaching round to cup her breasts. I pushed my groin up against her backside.
"Not only are you kinky but you're insatiable!" she said.
I looked down at my flaccid cock. "Hardly," I said, "Little John seems to be exhausted, spent." Nellie giggled at my play on the name 'Big John'. She reached round and caressed me, her hand warm and wet.
"Let's give him a wash and then bed, some well-earned R and R."
When we were standing under the gushing water, Nellie asked, "Are you ready?"
"Ready?"
"I need to pee badly!"
Other thoughts had chased the fact out of my mind. "Wait..." I quickly sat down on the floor, my back against the cold tiles and pushed my feet between her feet forcing her to spread her legs; I had a front-row seat. "Okay."
The water was cascading down her body, a stream running off her nether lips. As I watched I saw the stream turn pale yellow and spray slightly forward; I reached out and let it run over my hand. Nellie bent her knees slightly outwards giving me a better view, standing there looking at my hand, trusting me.
She stepped forward, out of the spray of water, and the gush from between her legs centered on my chest, warm and fragrant. I played my fingers in the stream and it splashed on my face, my arms. I felt a warmth in my belly, in my soul; I loved her!
Eventually the stream dried up to a few drops, clear again, and she relaxed, straightening her legs. "Your turn..."
We swapped places, Nellie sitting, me standing; my cock was semi-erect. Well, less than semi-erect, more slightly bloated having been completely sated earlier. I took it in my hand and let go. Nellie's eyes were fixed on the end, where the yellow stream started. I aimed at her legs, then higher, playing the stream over her pubic hair and the junction of her thighs. She spread her legs wider and raised her knees so that the spray hit her protruding lips.
I aimed higher, hitting first one nipple then the other. Eventually I was empty. Nellie looked me in the eye and rubbed the urine into her breasts, her tummy, her pussy. The water was splashing onto her so I do not know how much urine was left but it was decadently sensual watching her hands move over her body rubbing my piss into her skin.
She stood up and we washed each other, lingering over those parts of the body that counted, her breasts, her pussy, her deep ass crack hiding her delicious back hole. Nellie did the same for me, rubbing her soap-slick fingers around my anus, pushing in slightly.
Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said; we were in a kind of mutual sensual love dance. Eventually I turned the water off.
When we were dry we snuggled naked under the duvet, arm in arm facing each other. We kissed, long and soft. "Tomorrow..."
"Ssshhhh," I said putting my finger over her lips. "Let's think about tomorrow tomorrow. For now I want to just hold you, and I want to wake up holding you; with you still here, warm and loving. Mine."
I heard her sniff and she whispered, "The cookie jar..."
I wiped her tears away, "I love you." Then I turned over and she spooned me, her soft breasts against my back her pubic hair nestled into my bum, her knees against the back of mine.
I
awoke from a dreamless sleep feeling warmth on my cock. Without opening my eyes I knew it was light outside and that Nellie had taken me into her mouth; she must have been under the duvet because I was still snug and warm. I stretched luxuriously spreading my legs, feeling myself become erect in her mouth. I looked out the window and saw the sun was high in sky.
"Good morning sleepy-head, I couldn't wait any longer." Her mouth moved back to engulf me. Bliss! I reached under the duvet for her body; she was crouching on her knees, her backside towards me, her breast lightly brushing my tummy as she sucked me. My hand slipped between her legs and I felt her smooth lips, warm and already slightly moist with arousal. I scratched through her patch of pubic hair massaging the flesh underneath, dipping my thumb into her warm slick vagina. Nellie continued to slowly masturbate me with her mouth. I could feel her erect clitoris against the palm of my hand and I rubbed harder; I felt the vibration as Nellie hummed on my cock.
Suddenly I heard a rhythmic banging from somewhere. I lifted my head, Nellie stopped moving. It was coming from the room next door, the master bedroom. Then I could hear Clara clearly, "No! No... Yes! Yessss..." A long drawn out scream; the pounding continued.
I took my thumb out of Nellie's cunt and moved to spread the moisture over her anus; her muscles clenched then relaxed, spreading. She lifted her ass higher in the air, sucking me harder. I collected more dew from her vagina and spread it around her anus; she moved in circles urging me on. I turned my hand and pushed two fingers into her warm slit, then pressed my thumb against her anus, slipping in easily past her relaxed anal muscles. I could feel my fingers with my thumb through the thin lining separating the areas. I wriggled my fingers, pumped my thumb, exploring both cavities as far as I could.
"Mmmmm, that's nice!" I heard her say from under the covers. "I want to feel you inside me, in my bum." She turned under the duvet dislodging my hand. We kissed; I could taste the slightly salty precum on her lips, her tongue.
"I have no lube..." I said.
"I'm flowing like a river. Put it into my pussy first, then into my bum. Now! I need you now!" She took a pillow and lay face down with it under her lower abdomen, her ass raised. "Now!"
I could hear the banging from next door, "Yes, yes, yes..."
I got on my knees between Nellie's widely spread legs, and leaning forward, placing the head of my cock against her spread pink cunt opening. I could see her brown anus with its radiating lines slightly open and wet from my thumb; I shuddered at the erotic image, more erotic than I could believe was possible. I plunged in, deep, to the hilt, my pubic bone grinding her perineum, her deep anal cleft spread and gripping my tummy. It was just too much for me and I started to cum. And cum, and cum, and cum! I shuddered and shook and panted and screamed.
Eventually I stilled, lying fully embedded in Nellie's cunt, my full weight on Nellie's raised buttocks. "I'm sorry..." I murmured softly, feeling ashamed at my lack of control.
"Ssshhh, that was wonderful. I love feeling you cum deep in my womb, right down in my soul." After a moment, "I'm flattered you find me so exciting, this old body..."
It was my turn to shush her. "I love you so much!"
We lay still, listening to the other two finish off; eventually quiet descended. Nellie asked quietly, "What time do you have to leave?"
"Our flight is at five, I think we must leave at about two. I'm dreading it," I said.
"So am I. Your leaving, I mean. But we chose this path..." We lay still thinking our thoughts. After a while I felt Nellie flex her cunt muscles; I lay there enjoying it. Then she started tilting her pelvis, almost imperceptibly at first, then more definitely. I felt my body respond.
I could not believe it; I had just experienced the orgasm of all orgasms and I thought I was sated. I have read accounts where young studs had cum two, three, even four times in a row. I always assumed they were gross exaggerations; certainly wishful thinking. And here I was, getting hard again. I started moving in her.
"Now I want you in my bum. Hopefully you'll last longer this time." I could hear the laughter in her voice.
"Just you wait..." I raised myself to my knees withdrawing from her warm sheath.
"Where are you going?"
"Wait and see," I said going into the bathroom. I grabbed Clara's very expensive hand cream from the vanity and returned to the bed, opening the jar. Nellie had swiveled her head watching; when she saw what I was doing she burst out laughing. "That'll get her going!"
I stuck my fingers deep into the cream, spread it liberally on my erection then rubbed some onto Nellie's puckered hole; around and in. I lay down again between her spread thighs and placed the head of my cock into the middle of the pool of cream and pushed; there was almost no resistance as I penetrated her. I stopped with the head just inside, then slowly pushed the rest of the way in.
For the next ten minutes I fucked her slowly savoring the warmth, the intimacy. When it got difficult to move I used more hand cream. We kissed, Nellie's head twisted around. I put one hand down between her legs and sunk two fingers into her cunt, the other hand I put under her chest holding a breast; Nellie raised her torso allowing my hand to position itself.
"Cum when you're ready my love. Fill me up with your seed," she whispered. I continued pumping into her steadily, long deep strokes. As I felt my orgasm build I kept the same rhythm, in, out, in. Then it was upon me! I buried myself as deep as I could go and stayed there, straining against her beautiful body, feeling my spasms deep in her bowels. "My love, my love," she chanted.
When I was spent I lay relaxed on her, touching from head to toe. "God, that was wonderful," I whispered. "I wish it could go on forever!"
"You'd dry up into an old prune like me," Nellie answered. "What's the time now?"
I smiled, "No idea, but I suppose we'd better move, before I become an old prune." I rolled off her. I could see her anus gaping from my intrusion, the cream causing the skin in the area to reflect the light.
At that moment there was a tentative knock on the door. I grabbed the duvet and pulled it over us. "Yes?" I called.
"Um," it was Clara. "Um... will you be long? I need to get some clothes, to pack."
"Give us a few minutes and you can come in," I said, looking at Nellie; she nodded. She climbed off the bed holding her hand over her butt and walked crablike to the toilet and sat down; I heard her release air, fluid and solid. I returned the cap onto the hand cream and placed it back on the vanity. When I turned towards her; she was wiping herself using a large handful of toilet paper. "I suppose this is it..." I said sadly. She sat looking at me.
I went into the bedroom and retrieved her wrap from where I had thrown it the previous evening. Nellie came out of the bathroom and I took a long lingering look at her body, graceful, feminine, strong. Mature. "I love you," I said, "Somehow we'll make this work." She molded her body to mine, kissing me deeply, not saying a word. Then she took the wrap, pulled it on, opened the door and walked out without saying a word.
I was still standing in the middle of the room when Clara walked in with a large towel wrapped around her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me, her eyes big, a flush mounting her cheeks.
"What?" I asked.
"You could at least put on some clothes!"
I looked down realizing I was naked, my cock still slick and swollen from our lovemaking. I turned without answering and returned to the bathroom, and climbed into the shower.
Our farewells with my parents were guarded and brittle. I hugged my mother and whispered, "I love you," in her ear. She hugged me hard, desperately, before letting me go. My father and I shook hands without saying anything, our eyes avoiding each other's.
Clara air-kissed Michael, dancing away from his clutching hands. "Goodbye, Mother, thank you for having us." Without kissing or hugging her she went and stood at the passenger door waiting for me to open it for her, her handbag held in both hands in front of her, her chin out, her nose up in the air.
I checked the car hatch was closed where I had loaded the cases, then went to the driver's side and climbed in, closed the door and started the car. Michael and Nellie stood looking at her. I put the car into reverse and started moving, then stopped. With a small squeal Clara jumped backwards, scrabbled for the door handle and fell in, all attempts at elegance forgotten as I reversed.
"You..."
"Shut up! Do you hear me? Just shut up!" I glanced at her. There were bright red spots on her cheeks as she slammed the door and put on her seatbelt. Not one word was said all the way to Port Elizabeth. At the airport I returned the car, fetched a trolley, loaded the cases and walked to the terminal building ignoring Clara completely.
There was a long queue at the check-in. When we finally reached the counter I placed the cases onto the scale, one at a time. "You're overweight," the check-in lady said.
"How much?"
"Fifteen kilos."
"No, I meant how much will it cost?" I asked.
The lady punched some buttons, "That'll be four hundred and twenty Rand."
"My wife will pay," I said loudly, looking away into the distance.
Next to me Clara started to say something. I interrupted, "It's your baggage, you pay!"
The check-in lady looked from one to the other of us, then said, "I think I can let this one slide." She looked down at her screen and asked, "Can I seat you on either side of the aisle? There don't seem to be any seats together." She did not look up.
Gratefully I looked at her; well, I looked at the top of her head, "Thank you. You are very kind." Her eyes flicked up then returned to the screen. The boarding cards printed and she stuck the baggage labels onto the cases. She handed the boarding cards over without the usual string of questions about sharp objects, explosives etcetera.
I thanked her again, handed Clara her pass and walked away. I was so angry with her that I could not look at her, be with her. I went through security, then to the restaurant where I ordered a glass of red wine.
I did not see Clara again until we were on board the plane; I was seated first and watched as she approached, her makeup bag in her hand. She was reading the seat numbers as she walked. When she reached her seat she stood there looking around. The man in the seat behind hers stood up and asked whether he could place her bag in the overhead compartment. "Thank you!" she said breathily, her nose in the air. I smiled to myself.
The three weeks that followed were difficult to say the least. I moved into the spare bedroom, we started living completely separate lives
On Monday evening, twenty two days after our return, when I got home from the office, I found that there were candles lit in the dining room, flowers on the table. There was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, soft music playing. I kicked my shoes off and looked around; I hardly recognized the place. Everything was in place, neat and tidy. During the previous weeks I had not made any effort to tidy up after myself, and Clara certainly never cleaned up after her! That was for servants.
I walked into the kitchen; Clara was standing at the stove stirring a pot with her back to me. I was shocked! This was the first time I had ever seen her cook anything. She had not heard me enter. I looked at her; she was wearing a little black dress I had never seen before; short, tight fitting, sexy. She had on a red apron that seemed to go with the dress.
I did not want to give her a fright and have her burn herself or something, so I retreated to the front entrance of our apartment and made a noise opening and closing the door. I picked up my shoes and dropped them; they clattered on the floor.
Clara emerged from the kitchen, removing the apron. Without saying a word she walked up to me and put her arms around me, snuggling against me, molding her body to mine. You could have knocked me down with a feather! "I've been thinking," she started, "It's ridiculous that we're living this way. You're always at the office or in your studio. I stay away to avoid seeing you. I think we need to make an effort, a new start; try and make things work. Besides, I miss this." Her hand snaked between us and she softly caressed my cock.
My heart sank! What now? She had never missed sex; not with me anyway. Maybe she missed teasing me, but that's not what I thought she meant.
I had been without sex for three weeks and my body responded despite myself. "I can feel you've missed it too," she whispered seductively. "Go and take a shower, then we can have a little drinkypoo and then some dinner. And then... and then who knows what?" She simpered. Alarm bells were loud in my ears.
It is not in my nature to be hurtful or vindictive and I had spent the last three weeks examining my conduct towards Clara and was feeling desperately guilty. I went and showered, brushed my teeth, then pulled on a loose track suit.
When I returned to the dining room Clara had poured two glasses of wine, white for her, red for me. "Sit down, I'll serve you from the kitchen." She disappeared through the door and I heard pots rattling, cutlery. "I hope you're hungry," she called.
She returned with two plates, one piled high with food, the other with a Spartan helping. We ate in silence for a while; the food was delicious and I wondered where she had procured it. In all the time I had known her I had never seen her do anything in the kitchen besides open a can or make a cup of coffee or tea. I said, "This is a surprise. Hidden talents."
She fluttered her eyelids at me, "There's lots about me you don't know," she said in her baby voice. I shuddered faintly feeling like vomiting. "It's time you found out..."
The dinner passed smoothly, it was almost like our early dating days where I had hung on every word she uttered. Now I mistrusted everything she said, looking for flaws, lies, inconsistencies. Surely a person cannot change that much overnight? Perhaps she was a witch.
Clara kept my wineglass topped up while pretending to drink from hers. Sweets was ice cream with some kind of liqueur poured over it. When the plates had been cleared away she said, "Go and sit in the lounge. Can I bring you a cognac?"
"I don't think we have any."
"I bought some today. Would you like some?" She asked, eyebrows raised.
"Please." I moved to the lounge and sat on the settee. What was going on? Clara had never bought any form of alcohol before; ladies never bought drink! I felt I was missing something obvious here.
When Clara entered carrying my snifter she turned the lights down low, then came and sat next to me. This was also a change; she normally sat in a reclining chair in front of the television. She cuddled up to me and put her hand on my cock; I nearly choked on my brandy. Her hand remained still and I could feel the heat through the fabric; I was not wearing underpants and I felt my erection start growing down my leg. I waited to see where this was going.
I sipped the brandy, very nice!
"Put your arm around me. Hold me like you used to do," Clara said. I moved my arm, my hand resting on her shoulder; she reached round with her free hand and moved my hand to cup her breast. Wow!
Clara pulled my face towards hers and we kissed; tentative at first, unsure. Then I felt her tongue exploring my lips looking for entry; I opened my mouth and the kiss grew warmer, then passionate. Her mouth tasted of fresh mint. My body responded; I grew fully erect under her hand, still not moving, but warm. When we had started kissing Clara turned her body towards me dislodging my right hand from her breast; it now rested in the small of her back. I reached with my left hand to capture her breast again; I could feel her nipple through the fabric of her dress. No bra! This was more than a change, it was a revolution!
I gripped the nub between my thumb and the side of my forefinger and squeezed. Quite hard; I now know that she liked it hard, painful. She kissed me harder, biting my lip. I could feel the nipple get harder. She moved her hand into the loose waist of my track suit bottom, her small fingers taking hold of my raging erection pulling the foreskin hard back. I shuddered. "So hard! So eager! Does Big Boy want to visit C's little C?" What was she talking about?
We kissed some more then she whispered, "C's little C is ready for you. Wet for you." Clara's little Cunt! She sucked my tongue. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want you to ummm... I want you to fuck me." Surprise of surprises! Who was this person tugging my hard cock?
"Come, Big Boy." Clara stood up and, keeping hold of my erection, led me down the passage to the bedroom. At some stage during the evening she had lit candles and turned off the lights. I could smell a strange fragrance in the air, heady, seductive; possibly a joss stick. "Undress me, lover." I was through with surprises.
She turned to face me, letting go of my cock, arms at her side. I put a finger under the shoestring strips on both shoulders, moving outwards, the down. The fabric peeled slowly away from her body revealing first her perfect breasts, the nipples tight and puckered, down her stomach pausing at her hips. I bent, pulling down; after a moment's resistance it slipped down and I let the dress fall to the floor. Clara was naked, no panties, dressed only in strappy black shoes.
As I said, I thought I was through with surprises.
I stood back and looked at her beautiful body, her perfect breasts, her small waist, the feminine flair of her hips, her smooth and hairless pussy. She stood looking me in the face. "Turn around," I said softly. She smiled and slowly, seductively, turned, pausing with her back to me; my eyes devoured her soft buttocks, not thin, not fat; like those seen in exotic glossy magazines.
She completed the circle. "You like?" I nodded. She moved back to the bed, sat down, then scooted backwards till her head was on the pillows. She spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly. "Don't keep me waiting..."
I quickly stripped off my track suit, my erection jumping free and standing proudly out. I followed her onto the bed. "Come to me, lover." Her hands reached down.
I stopped when my face was level with her bald pussy, deep in shadow. I stuck out my tongue and licked. "No! Come to me, I want to feel you in me." Her hands gripped the side of my face trying to pull me away from her pussy. I resisted; I could taste the acrid taste of gelatin, KY Jelly, Astroglide, certainly a lubricant. I licked again, exploring. There was no indication of arousal, the lips neat and tucked in, the clitoris soft.
"Come to me baby!" Clara pulled me up. I moved up, taking a nipple in my mouth, sucking, biting; I moved to the other one. She held my face tight against her chest, then pulled me up. "I want to feel you in me...," Clara repeated.
I had lost some of my erection, but I had been starved of sex for three weeks and the hormones kicked in again. I moved up to cover her body, her groping hand taking my cock and guiding it to her entrance, slick with lube. "Fuck me!" She said. I pushed with my hips feeling the warmth engulf me; I felt her hands on my buttocks.
I started moving, at first softly, then at her insistence, the pull of her hands, harder. Then brutally, pounding into her for all I was worth. The bed was slamming against the wall, the frame protesting in time with my thrusts. Weeks of frustration, months of anger; I wanted to hurt, to smash!
I kissed her, brutally mashing her lips, my tongue hard. I grabbed a nipple and pulled, twisting, pinching. Clara responded, "Yes! Yes... Hurt me!" I pounded into her. For all my arousal, the pounding, the hurting, kept me off the boil; I felt like I could go forever. My mind was clear as I looked at her, my arms straight, my groin slamming against her. Her face contorted as I brutally twisted a nipple. In the faint light of the candles I could see the red flush darken the skin of her chest; her hips started to lift, meeting me thrust for thrust, smashing together.
"Aaahhh!" I felt her body go rigid, arching under mine, lifting my weight, "Aaahhh! Aaahhh..." She dug her nails into my shoulder and I could feel her cunt spasming, milking my cock and I came, hard, squirting deep inside her body.
I recovered before Clara, continuing to pump my hips. She was still grunting, panting, pulling me hard into her with each thrust, her nails scratching my back. Then she collapsed under me, going soft and still. I lay on top of her, both our bodies slick with sweat.
Her breath slowly returned to normal. I kissed her; she instinctively turned her face away, then, as though on second thoughts, turned her face back to mine and we kissed.
I was confused beyond confused. Who was this woman?
When I slipped out, Clara rose and went to the bathroom closing the door; well, that had not changed! When she emerged she was wearing one of her mini nighties. I went to the loo, brushed my teeth. I blew out the candles on my way back, climbed under the duvet. I lay for a long time in the dark thinking about the evening; eventually I went to sleep.
I dreamed that I was sitting in a park and the woman sitting next to me, a stranger, was slowly wanking me. I had my hand under her dress touching her; she was not wearing any panties. I opened my eyes. Clara was sitting on the bed slowly masturbating my cock. I lay there watching as her hand glided up and down my erection, exactly how I had showed her in Kenton.
I reached out and ran my hand down her back. "You just lie there and enjoy it," she said. "Tell me when you're ready to cum, I want your cum inside me."
"What about you?"
"This is about you. Last night..." Her hand moved up and down. She paused and picked up a tube of KY Jelly, squeezed some onto her hand, and rubbed it onto the head of my cock. I shivered as the cold goo touched me.
KY Jelly?
I lay back and closed my eyes, trying to relive the dream. My thoughts slowly morphed to include my mother; it was her hand pleasuring me. I felt my excitement build; I relaxed and let the sensations wash over me. It felt so nice!
"Tell me when you're ready..." I must have started to exude precum. Her hand stopped moving and I thrust my hips, disappointed. "So eager!"
That sort of burst the bubble and I quickly went off the boil, my cock softening. Her hand resumed its wanking, more urgent, harder, trying to regain control. I pictured Nellie; the excitement built. I started thrusting my hips. I felt Clara move, straddling me. I started ejaculating before I was in her, squirting up onto her stomach.
"Noooo!" She shouted, impaling herself on me, "No! I wanted you to cum inside me!" There were tears running down her cheeks, red spots visible. "Can't you do anything right?" She was sitting on my shrinking member. "I hate..." She bit off the rest of the sentence, jumped up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door.
I lay there in the afterglow of my orgasm, eyes closed, trying to picture Nellie again, but the image had gone. I wondered what that had all been about.
That evening things had returned to normal except that Clara kissed me hello; pecked more than kissed, lips stiff. She had cooked dinner, typical girl-diet dinner of chicken and salads, but better than the beans-and-toast bachelor-fare that I had been eating the last few weeks. When we had cleared the dishes and were watching television she came and snuggled up to me. After an hour or so she said, "Come, lover, time for bed." She fluttered her eyelids in what she thought was a suggestive way.
In the bedroom I undressed, showered quickly, brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. Clara went into the bathroom, closing the door as usual. I heard the toilet flush, the shower run, then silence. Ten minutes later she emerged.
Naked. Wow!
She pulled the duvet aside, lay down on her back and spread her legs. The room was dark, the only light from the moon through the window, her body pale against the dark sheets. She reached for my penis, flaccid against my groin. She started rubbing it; nothing happened. She rolled onto her side and used the other hand to massage my testicles; still nothing happened. This went on for about five minutes. It felt nice, but not in any way sexual.
I heard a small huff of impatience, then she moved forward and after a moment's hesitation I felt the warmth of her mouth, sucking me in. I started to get hard; Clara had one hand between my legs massaging my testicles, her other hand holding the base of my cock, her head bobbing up and down. Every now and then she would stop and swirl her tongue over and around the head. Michael had taught her well.
When I was fully erect she lay back, saying, "I want to feel you inside me." I moved between her legs and l placed the head of my cock against her opening and pushed. I felt the opening was slick and slippery; I entered easily. Well lubricated. But not the woman kind, she had applied plenty of KY. Not that I cared at this stage, it was warm and wet.
It took me a long time to cum. Clara was urging me on but she was not aroused and I did not feel like being rough and hurting her. I kissed her and at first there was resistance but then she opened her mouth and let me explore her mouth. No passion.
Eventually when I had spent myself in her depths we lay there, Clara holding me inside her even after I had shrunk, her legs wrapped around mine, her feet on the back of my thighs. "Clara, what's going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we've been married five months. In that time you've never once initiated sex. Now twice in two days, three times if you include this morning."
"Have you not enjoyed it?" She asked.
"Yes but..."
"But what? I'm not your mother?" This last was a harsh whisper; I did not respond. "We have to put that behind us. Forget it ever happened, not that I ever will! But we have to consider the future." I heard her sniff in the dark. "We can't go on living like this, two strangers in the same house. We must put on a brave face. I will not withhold any conjugal benefits in the future and in return I want you to be my husband again."
Conjugal benefits? Clara was from another planet!
When I did not respond Clara asked, "Did you hear what I said?"
"Mmmm," I replied. I was still lying between her legs, flaccid but still in, my body heavy on hers with my head on the pillow next to hers. "What do you mean by conjugal benefits?"
"Oh. You know..."
"No, I don't. Tell me."
There was a long silence. Then, "Intercourse, um, oral sex..."
"Anal?" I was pushing it but I wanted to get a response.
"You men! You're all the same!" I felt the violence of her reaction under my body.
"Well, does it include anal?"
She hesitated. "Yes, if you have to."
Silence followed, then she asked quietly, "You know that video..."
So that was what this was all about! "Which one?"
"Ummm. With me and Michael..."
Again, "Which one?"
She started squirming under me and I popped out, then she was kneeling on the bed her hands on my arm. "You took more than one? You horrible perverted little voyeur! I bet you and your mother..." Her voice choked off and she ran to the bathroom, slamming the door.
I wondered about the conjugal benefits.
Life sort of returned to normal. I moved back to the master bedroom; we had sex whenever I wanted it. Well, it was more like masturbation using a beautiful warm body to stimulate myself. When I tried to penetrate her anally she kicked up such a fuss saying it hurt her, that I was too big, and so on, that I relented and just fucked her normally. I found I enjoyed it most when she lay on her stomach and I came in from behind, with her legs closed inside mine; plenty of KY. The feeling of her buttocks nestling my stomach made me think of Nellie.
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