Bab 795: MY MOTHER MY WIFE
CHAPTER 01
John enjoys evening with father's ex secretary
Category: Erotic Couplings
"Damn it, Clara, you could at least help me with these suitcases!" I said in frustration.
"Don't swear at me!" Clara replied, "And you should know that ladies never carry suitcases. Servants do that." Clara was standing with her arms folded across her chest looking at me. There were three suitcases at my feet. Needless to say, two of the cases belonged to her, the heaviest and biggest!
We had landed at Port Elizabeth airport and were standing in the arrivals hall where I had just retrieved them from the carousel. "At least go and find a trolley while I move them out of the way."
"Why don't you find a trolley and I'll guard the cases?" Clara was not going to budge.
I gave my backpack to her saying, "Please look after this, all our tickets and money are in here." With that I walked off through the milling crowd in search of a trolley. When I returned, Clara was sitting on one of the cases looking bored. I managed to load the three cases onto the trolley. "What have you got in here?" I asked, "We're only staying with my folks for a week, and that is in a beach house."
"You know I must always look my best, especially with your parents. Your father is a leader of society and we must look the part." Clara pulled her shoulders back and stuck her chin in the air.
Clara and I had been married for four months. It felt like a lifetime! I stood there staring at her wondering how I had got myself into this position.
We had met just over a year ago when I was in final year at university with only six months to go till I qualified as an architect. Clara, or Clarissa as she preferred to be called, was seven years older than my twenty five years. She was a part time university lecturer in landscaping, one of the subjects I had taken the previous year.
She sometimes visited the bars and restaurants that the students frequented where rumor had it that she was looking for a rich husband. She was tall, slim and elegant, beautiful in a classical sort of way, always stylishly dressed with never as much as a hair out of place.
We met casually at one of the drinking holes where she was with a group of her friends. I was seated next to her and we chatted for a while. She remembered me from the lectures the previous year. "I remember your final submission for the year," she said.
I remembered it all too well. She was this beautiful young lecturer that all the guys were trying to impress. I had worked long and hard on the project, more than I should have done considering the overall weighting of landscaping compared to building design. I had been really proud of my design and presentation. "Why did you give me such a low grading? I worked really hard on it and I still think it is one of my best designs."
"Oh, I thought it was all too casual. Not formal enough. Not regal enough."
"Not regal enough? It was a garden for a modern computer company office, not a palace or a museum." I was mystified.
"That is the problem with the world today. Nobody designs for palaces, or royalty, or even the gentry. Everything's casual, no formality. All rather plebeian." Her mouth was set and her chin was sticking out, her shoulders back in a manner that I later learned not to argue with.
I saw that this discussion was not going anywhere so I changed the subject. After a while we started talking about our families and what they did and so on, rather, I was encouraged to talk about my family while very little information was shared about hers. I saw her interest quicken when she learned that my father was a very successful architect, now retired. The company he started back in the seventies was still at the forefront of design and innovation in South Africa, still bearing his name Michael Graham Mitchell, Architects.
As the evening wore on all her attention was focused on me. She started by putting an elegant hand out and touching my leg when she was making a point. This became more and more frequent as the evening wore on. Later I felt her knee press against my thigh, nothing too obvious, a gentle pressure then it was gone.
At that time I was between girlfriends and was finding this all quite a turn on! I was flattered by her attention and interest and tried to play up to it, touch her in return when I made a point. It was a bit foreign to me as this was not my normal social behavior.
When the evening came to an end and we were all preparing to leave I was shocked when Clara ran her hand up my thigh, fleetingly squeezed my semi-erect penis, then touched my hand and said, "You're sweet. I'd like to see you again."
"Me too. I mean, I'd like to see you again. Can I get your phone number?"
She looked me straight in the eyes for a long moment. "A lady never gives her number to a gentleman on a first date, let alone a casual meeting in a bar. Find me." With that she reached under the table and again squeezed my cock, now fully erect. Then she was gone.
I sat there in a daze. "Be careful," my roommate, Helm, said, "Word has it she's a gold digger..." Nothing more on the subject was said and we had another beer before walking home and going to bed.
A week passed in which I acted the role of master sleuth. I checked the telephone directory. No luck. I checked with the faculty administration for her contact details. No luck. I did the rounds of all the likely watering holes in the evenings. No luck.
On an off-chance I phoned my dad's architectural practice and spoke to his old secretary, Patsy, now working for one of the other partners. We had always got on well. So well in fact that I ended up in her bed after a Christmas party one year despite her being older than my mother. I remember clearly in the morning her saying, "You are a much better lover than your father." I was shocked to my boots!
After our normal flirting pleasantries I said, "Patsy, I need a favor. There's a part-time landscaping lecturer at the varsity by the name of Clarissa Smith. I'm trying to get her contact details and admin won't give them to me. Can you phone on behalf of the company and ask for her details?"
"Tell me more."
"More?"
"Yes, why do you want her details?" I could hear the mischief in Patsy's voice.
"Well..." I hesitated.
"Well, nothing. Is she sexy?"
"I suppose."
"I'll only do it if you ask her if I can join you for a threesome." Patsy said emphatically.
"Patsy!" I said shocked.
Then I heard her laughing on the other end of the phone, "Only joking! Although I wouldn't mind rolling you around in my bed again if you have time for a lonely old lady." Patsy was in her fifties and I was not sure whether she was being serious or not.
Not having had sex for a few weeks now made me horny and I could feel a raging erection. "Tell you what, I'll come past your place after work and you can give me her number then if you have it."
I was expecting a joking put-down but she replied, "If you come by at about seven I'll give you supper. I know you boys are always hungry."
I was self-consciously holding a small bunch of flowers that I had bought en route as I pushed the buzzer on her door. "Oh, that's so sweet!" Patsy gushed when she saw them, "You know that's not necessary. But that doesn't mean I don't like them. I love them!" With that she flung her free arm around my neck and pulled me into a hot wet kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth and swirling around. My arms went around her body holding her tightly to me as we kissed, her ample body molding to mine.
After a while she broke the kiss, "You'd better come in and close the door before the neighbors start complaining." I looked around guiltily but saw no one. I went inside her apartment and closed the door. "Pour us some wine while I finish cooking," she said and disappeared into the kitchen. I rearranged the steel-like erection in my pants, then went and poured two glasses of red wine. I put both glasses on the counter and watched Patsy as she moved about the kitchen.
She was quite short, maybe five foot three or four, and carried a little extra weight which seemed to suit her. She was sexy in a voluptuous sort of way, big breasts that swayed as she moved, wide hips and rounded butt. Her hair was fashionably short, layered in shades of blond and brown, a pleasing picture.
We caught up on news of the office where I had worked most of my vacs. Patsy had a wicked sense of humor and, as she shared the scandals and rumors about the staff, my face hurt from laughing.
After we had eaten and were sitting in the living room with our glasses of wine, I asked, "So, did you manage to get the phone number?"
She turned in my arms where she had cuddled up against me, "When did I ever not get what I wanted?" I took the question as being rhetorical and did not answer. Instead I took the opportunity of leaning forward and placing my lips against hers. Softly, just touching, warm. I ran the tip of my tongue over her soft lips tasting the wine and the remains of the ice cream we had shared. I explored deeper, the sharp teeth, the soft skin inside her lips. I felt her shiver and she turned more towards me and her kiss became aggressive, deeper, more passionate.
I placed my hands on her breasts over her dress feeling the hard nipples through the material. "Mmmm," I felt rather than heard through our kiss. I stroked the soft orbs with the palms of my hand, moving them in circles. Then I centered my thumbs on the protruding nipples, also describing circles.
"You know how to tease a girl," Patsy whispered, "Wait, your turn will come." I felt her hand on my hard cock, warm, moving. I tried to push against her hand but she moved away. Then she took my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted, squeezing quite hard. I felt a shock of intense pleasure shoot through my body. I felt as though I was going to cum there and then.
Following her lead, I gripped her nipples through her clothing and twisted and squeezed just as hard. "Aaagh!" she gasped, her whole body shaking. I twisted her nipples harder. "Yes!" Patsy leaned forward and took my bottom lip between her teeth and bit. The contradiction of pain and intense pleasure from my nipples stopped me from ejaculating in my underpants, but had the effect of centering my entire being on my nipples, almost as though I was outside my body connected by electrical cables shocking me into unconsciousness.
Patsy let go my nipples, turned to sit on my lap facing me with her knees on either side of my thighs, her dress up around her waist. She reached down and undid my belt, then the button on my jeans and then the zip. I raised my buttocks off the couch and helped her pull my jeans down, my cock springing free.
She reached between us, one hand gripping my cock, the other pulling her panties to one side. I felt, rather than saw, her position the swollen head between her slippery warm lips. Then I was embedded to the hilt. I felt the dam break, floodwaters surged over me, drowning me in pure ecstatic unbridled sensations. I shook and shuddered, emptying weeks of stored frustrated sperm deep in her warm clinging pussy.
After what seemed like ages I came back to the present. Patsy was pumping her body hard and fast up and down my cock, her nails embedded in my shoulders, her mouth open. Her eyes were fixed on mine. She thrust her pelvis forward engulfing me to the fullest extent and stayed there. I could feel her pelvic muscles undulating over my cock, milking it. She ground her pubic bone hard against mine trying to force me deeper.
After long moments she relaxed and, still panting, wrapped her arms around me and cuddled up against me. I put my lips over hers. They were cold from panting. We kissed gently, our lips moving slightly against each other, our tongues comfortably caressing each other's.
I could feel our combined juices leaking over my testicles, oozing down the crack of my buttocks. I thought about staining the upholstery. I could feel Patsy tensing her internal muscles rhythmically. In return I tensed my anal muscles making my still-hard penis twitch deep inside her. She giggled, "It's like we are talking to each other." She squeezed. I tensed a few times in answer.
"I'm sorry I came so quickly. I..."
"Ssssh," she said, placing her finger against my lips. "That's how I like it. Hard, fast, spontaneous. And it helps that you're not small in that department. I can feel you all the way up in my stomach." She looked over her shoulder, "Can you reach my wine?"
I leaned forward, my right arm wrapped around her back, and reached for her glass on the coffee table. I felt more juice flow from her vagina over my balls. As I handed Patsy her glass I said, "I'm afraid we're leaking onto the couch.
She took a sip of wine. "Don't worry, these are removable covers. I'll throw them in the wash." She took another sip of wine, placed her lips to mine and shared the sip.
I swallowed and asked, "Did you... Um..."
"Did I cum?" I nodded, blushing. She smiled. "Not yet, but the night is still young."
"I did not even get to take your clothes off."
"It's never too late, you know."
I smiled and reached forward, undoing the top button of her dress. Then the next, and the next until they were all open. I pushed the shoulders back and pulled the fabric down her arms and let the dress drop down over my knees.
Her bra was pink and lacy with gauze panels over her nipples; I could see them clearly through the sheer material. She had on matching panties and I could see her abundant pubic bush where the crotch had been pulled to one side, the base of my cock visible till it penetrated her. As I looked down I could see her prominent clitoris peeping through the hair. I ran a finger over it, collecting some of our juices as I went, smearing it over the pink button exposed by the spread lips. I rubbed in little circles.
Patsy shuddered. "That's so nice. Don't stop."
With my other hand I copied the same soft little circles over the swollen nipple clearly visible through her bra till I felt it harden under my fingertips. I moved to the other nipple setting up a rhythm moving both hands at the same speed. Patsy had her head thrown back, her chest stuck out, breathing fast through her mouth.
After a while she let go of my shoulders and reached behind her and released her bra. The material slackened and her breasts sagged downwards. She moved her arms forward and shook her shoulders the way women do when they remove their bras and the straps slid off her shoulders and down her arms.
I continued softly massaging her nipples, one then the other.
The bra did not come away immediately. The weight of the sagging flesh trapped the under-wiring and it stayed in place. She reached up and slowly pulled it away till they were exposed to me in their full magnificence! The skin was very white against the strong tan lines.
Her breasts were big and sagged down against her chest, white skin with a faint network of blue veins under transparent skin. The areolae were large and dark brown, now contracted and rough with passion, the nipples long and red, shiny from my stimulation, at least the size of my little finger tip. While the breasts sagged, heavy and big, the nipples pointed outward and upward, so utterly feminine and sexual! I wondered how they must have looked when she was a young woman.
I looked from one to other, back and forth, taking in every detail. "You're so beautiful," I whispered and looked up at her face, shocked to see tears trickling down her cheeks. "What..."
"You're so sweet. So fresh. So honest. You don't have to be nice. I'm getting old..."
"I really mean it," I said.
"Why weren't you around thirty years ago?" She sniffed. "I would have eaten you up. Devoured you, raped you. Sucked you dry. Fucked you into unconsciousness. Loved you..." Her fingers slowly opened the buttons of my shirt. "I need you now." She pressed the cool skin of her large breasts against my hot flesh as she pulled my shirt off. We kissed long, wet and sensuously. I was still fully sheathed in her and could feel myself coming to full erection again. Patsy was moving on me, not lifting and falling as we had in our first frenzied coupling, but sensuously tilting her pelvis back and forth, the movements subtle, well, just right. Like masturbating really slowly while you read some exciting erotic story and not wanting to cum too fast. Only much better.
"Is this good for you?" I asked between kisses.
"Mmmmm. This is the best, but only the second time round. I don't want you to cum too fast and this rubs my clitty against your shaft, against your pubic bone. It is so deliciously exciting."
I pushed her torso away from mine and reached for a fat nipple with my mouth. The angle was a little awkward with my nose getting in the way. Patsy reached up and, cupping her right breast in her hand, presented me with it. I sucked the nipple into my mouth, swirling the turgid tip with my tongue. She put her other hand behind my head and held my there. The harder I sucked, the firmer she held my head in position, all the time rocking her pelvis backwards and forwards. I was in heaven!
I reached down and around her with both arms, taking a plump ass cheek in each hand savoring the warm flesh. I pushed them together then spread them wide apart seeing in my mind's eye her puckered rosehole stretched open. I shuddered and bit her nipple. In return she ground her pussy harder against my pubic bone. I repeated this action a few times, feeling the subtle changes on my cock.
Then I ventured the fingers of my right hand into her crack feeling for her anus. The whole area was slick with our juices. When I felt her opening I pushed with the tip of my index finger and it slipped easily in up to the first knuckle. Patsy ground harder. I moved my finger in and out in time with her thrusting going deeper up to the second knuckle. I could not believe the heat, the firmness of the muscles gripping my finger, the ease of pumping in and out.
Patsy was grunting and sighing in turn, her nails in my scalp as she pulled my face into her soft breast.
Suddenly her motion changed from slow undulations of her pelvis where I was not moving, rather being massaged along the full length of my cock, to a brutal pumping action. She would rise up on her knees almost dislodging my cock from her gaping pussy, then pump back hard till our pubic bones mashed together.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She moaned in time with her frantic thrusts "Yes! Yessss..." I could hear the squelching of our body juices as she pumped. By now my finger was fully embedded in her ass, her muscles clamping tight, my hand being dragged along with her frantic motion.
Sitting there I could not really move to meet her thrusts, all I could do was move my bum forward on the couch so that I was penetrating her as deeply as possible.
"Aaaagh! Aaagh!" She screamed and I felt her anal muscles tighten around my finger. "Aaaaaaagh!" Her muscles clamped rhythmically, on and on. Then the contractions slowed in time with her thrusts. They slowed to a stop. I felt the occasional tremor on my finger, deep in her ass, and she shuddered in turn.
Her hand relaxed from the back of my head and I sat back, my muscles cramped from the contorted position. There was sweat running down her chest between her magnificent breasts, the one nipple red and swollen where I had been biting and chewing.
Slowly she came back to earth. She kissed me softly, "That was the best ever! You?"
"I haven't cum yet," I said slightly embarrassed.
"Oh. My poor baby! I'm sorry..." Patsy moved hips. "Yes I can feel." She reached down and took my arm where it disappeared under her, pushing it gently away. "Please, it's a little uncomfortable."
Contritely I pulled my finger out of her anus, leaving my hand to cup her ass cheek. She kissed me. "How do you want to cum?"
"Well..." I hesitated.
"Would you like me to suck you off? Take your big dick in my mouth? Swallow your cum?" She whispered.
I was shocked and excited at the same time. This was a side of Patsy I had not seen. I nodded, not knowing what to say.
Slowly she raised herself up on her knees, lifting till I fell out. She moved to kneel on the carpet in front of me. "Move your butt forward." I scooted forward. "More. I want to get to all of you." I moved till the edge of the couch was halfway up my bottom. With both hands she spread my legs wide exposing me fully to her gaze. "My baby is so beautiful." Her small hand gripped the base of my cock, warm where our juices were cooling in the air. My cock jerked involuntarily. "And so virile! Patsy wants lots of this." She leaned forward and licked the tip.
The next eternity was a kaleidoscope of colors, of feelings, emotions, sensations. Patsy sucked me deep. She tickled my shaft with her lips, sucked my testicles, stuck the tip of her tongue in my anus. Squeezed the base of my cock to stop me cumming. On and on. And then I climaxed! I was deep in her mouth, in her throat, her nose in my pubic hair, the tip of her finger in my ass, her hand squeezing my balls. I erupted, bellowing, twisting and turning. Shooting what felt like the biggest load of my life down her throat, which twitched and squeezed as she swallowed.
I don't know how it finished but when I again became aware of my surroundings, Patsy was lying half on top of me, her breasts pressed into my stomach her hand rubbing my cheek, saying softly, "My baby, my baby."
"My god..." I said looking down at her.
She smiled, "I see you like my mouth." I blushed and she laughed. "Stay here, I'll get a cloth."
I lay there half on the couch, half off and watched her voluptuous body move away. She still had her panties on, pulled deep into her bum crack, the waistline askew. Decadently erotic.
When I eventually got back to my room I collapsed onto the bed still clothed and fell immediately to sleep, dreamless and satisfied. For now.
I missed the first lectures in the morning. Rather, I showered, made a pot of coffee and sat at the table reliving the night before. I shook myself and came back to the present. I looked at the phone number Patsy had written on the piece of paper, suddenly feeling nervous, would she want to hear from a student? Someone younger than herself? If all I wanted was to get laid I could visit Patsy. But there was more to it than that, the tantalizing whiff of perfume, the perfect exterior. The light touch of her hand on my cock certainly had something to do with it. Only one way to find out.
She answered on the third ring. "Hello, Clarissa speaking."
"Hi Clarissa, John Mitchell."
"Ah, I thought you would never call."
"You are quite a difficult lady to find." I was encouraged by her response.
"Now that you've found me, what do you want to say?"
"Well, do you think we could meet for a drink later?"
"I'm busy tonight. What about Friday?" That was two days away.
I concealed my disappointment. "That would be great. What about the place we met last time?"
"It's a bit common, but okay. Sevenish?"
"Great," I said again, "See you Friday at seven. 'Bye now." I sat wondering about the pub being a bit common. I later regretted not taking more notice of things like this.
The next two days dragged past. I had so much work to complete, my thesis was running behind schedule and my tutor was giving me the gears about not concentrating. But my mind was on Clarissa. I pictured her as I had seen her, tall, slender with wide feminine hips. Wide but flat like you see with some of the top models, narrow waisted and then flared, small to medium breasts, somewhere between a B and C cup from what I could see. Medium length blond hair secured in a French plait. Simple but elegant jewellery. A delicate perfume that made my head spin.
Friday at seven I was seated at a table slightly secluded from the main room, my eyes glued to the door. The minutes felt like hours as I waited. Quarter past, twenty past...
At half past seven I saw her enter the pub, chin forward, nose up in the air. She was dressed in a white dress with a simple red chequered pattern, low strappy red sandals and a small handbag of the same color. Her hair was again in a French plait, very elegant and feminine.
When I stood up she saw me and came over, air kissed my right cheek, and allowed me to seat her. I never understood this air-kissing business, kiss on the lips or not at all!
Time passed quickly, she drank chilled white wine while I drank a pleasant red. Later we ate dinner where she ordered the most expensive item on the menu, which she sent back once as, 'not being quite right!' I was a little embarrassed by the episode. I was also a little concerned at the bill as I was a student with very little cash to spare.
My father was a successful and wealthy businessman, but he kept me on An extremely tight budget and any luxuries had to be paid for from money I earned doing part time work. Anyway, I thought it was worth it at the time.
During our conversations I learned that Clara, as her good friends called her, had once been told she looked like Lady Di of British royalty fame, and she now tried to live up to that in every way. This was the second warning that I took no heed of.
Again, she was intimately touchy while we talked, my leg, my arm, my cheek. The conversations were always steered to talking about my father and his architectural practice, and about how common in general the world was and that she was a royalist, following everything that the British royal family did. I learned nothing more about her background other than her immediate working and living environment. She evaded questions about her parents and schooling.
When eventually the bill arrived and I had paid, Clara ran her delicate hand over my cock under the table, giving it a small squeeze as she had done at our previous meeting. I was instantly hard, if that were possible. "Thank you for a lovely evening, I enjoyed it so much."
"Can I walk you home?"
"Why, thank you kind sir. You can walk me to my car if you like."
"I like," I said, standing up. When we were out on the street I tried to take her hand but she gave my hand a squeeze then let go. When we reached her car, a small white Toyota, I tried to take her in my arms and kiss her but she put her hands on my shoulders preventing me from pulling her against me, and kissed me chastely on the lips, mouth closed, lips pursed. It was more than a peck, less than a smooch.
When I tried to kiss her again she turned her face away saying, "You boys are so eager!" She reached down between us and cupped my erection. "So eager," she said again, squeezing slightly. "But a lady never kisses on a first date."
"But this is our second date." My entire brain was centered on the warm pressure on my cock.
"Our last meeting was not really a date. Good night and thank you again. Phone me." With that she climbed into her car and drove away, leaving me with a swirl of her perfume and a raging erection.
On our next date I spent the last of my allowance and was allowed to kiss Clarissa. Our kiss was soft, the tip of her tongue touching my lips, her hand holding my cock again lightly. When it got too passionate she pushed me away. "Not here, not in the street. And besides, I hardly know you!" Her hand still held my cock, a frustrated rod of iron.
After our first date I had gone home and masturbated myself into a coma, tonight would be no different! I even considered going and knocking on Patsy's door.
Over the next seven months I learned the real meaning of a cock tease. I was so infatuated with her I could think of nothing else. Always in a safe environment she would lightly touch my cock, holding it momentarily, calling me big boy, so eager, impatient.
Impatient! I was climbing the walls! I got to kiss her only when she saw my interest was flagging. When she saw I was going to walk away from our non-relationship she let me slip a hand into her bra and feel her luscious breast. That is when I discovered she wore padded bras, no less exciting, though! A month later she guided my hand up her dress to feel her crotch over her panties. When I tried to explore further she turned away, dislodging my hand.
I graduated through the mists of yearning and we married a month later. It was a small intimate affair with only my parents, her parents and a few very close friends. This was the first time I met her parents and was not impressed, her father had the red porous nose of a drinker and her mother was a real snob, but as common as muck under a thin veneer. I saw my father looking at her through half closed eyes on more than one occasion.
My mother was the vision of beauty and elegance.
A little about my mother. As a young woman of nineteen she had started working for my father's architectural practice as a draughtswoman. Within a few months, maybe it was weeks, she and my father started having an affair. As I understood the matter, this was not the first affair he had had with pretty members of his staff and he did not seem to care who knew about it.
The difference here, though, was that he fell in love with her and when she fell pregnant he divorced his wife and, at the age of thirty five, married my mother. I was born a few months later.
I was an only child, and growing up she had been my best friend, my confidant, my guide. When I reached puberty I had eyes only for her, lusting for her, yearning for her. She seemed to take this in her stride, never exploiting the situation, always attentive and fun. Oh, how I yearned for her, her image sharp in my mind as I masturbated, sometimes two or three times a day. She must have known how I felt, must have seen the signs of the bed stains, the sticky underwear, but she never said anything, never once embarrassing me, always loving and always fun.
After the evening's festivities Clara and I were alone at last in our hotel room. She was mine to have and to hold, till death us do part. I did not care about the rest of it but I was determined to have her! I used the bathroom first, showering, shaving, scrubbing my teeth. When I returned to the bedroom there were only two candles burning on the dressing table, the room in semi darkness.
As Clara walked past me on her way to the bathroom I caught her hand and pulled her to me. Almost reluctantly she returned the embrace, molding her body against mine. My lips sought hers and we kissed. Kissed properly for the first time.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but in the seven months of our courtship I had not kissed her properly. I mean my tongue exploring her lips, her mouth, her tongue, our lips soft and sensuous, moving against each other.
She was the first to break the kiss. "So eager, so impatient..." I had heard those words a thousand times.
Clara slipped out of my arms and disappeared into the bathroom closing the door behind her. I climbed into bed and waited expectantly. Now was the time, surely? After what seemed an eternity Clara emerged in a cloud of steam, perfume and wearing the briefest night dress I had ever seen.
My cock, having been erect, then flaccid, jumped to attention again. As she climbed into the bed I took her in my arms, insane with desire. "Stop! You're hurting me!"
I let her go. "I'm sorry," I said contritely, "it's just that..."
"Well, just be more considerate. I'll end up with bruises all over my body." With that she pulled the sheet up to her chin. I was outside the sheet and a bit nonplussed by her move. I leaned across and kissed her gently on the lips and, after a bit, she parted her lips and I explored her mouth with my tongue. It was heavenly!
Her subtle perfume made my head spin. As I kissed her I explored her body through the sheet. I ran my hand gently over the mounds of her breasts feeling the nipples clearly through the thin material. I heard her breath quicken. I slid my hand over the sheet down to the junction of her thighs. Clara's thighs were together so I just rubbed over her prominent pubic mound, over and over again. Backwards and forwards between her breasts and her sex, all the time gently kissing her.
After about ten minutes I pulled the sheet down, her body concealed only by the flimsy negligee. I returned to alternately rubbing her breasts and pubic mound. Clara's breath was coming in short pants, her eyes closed.
I broke the kiss and raised myself onto my knees allowing me to use my left hand to rub her breasts and my right hand on her mound. Then I moved my right hand to the hem of her nightie and started rubbing her thighs, tickling the satin smooth skin with just my fingertips. I felt her shudder and heard her sigh. Her thighs spread slightly, almost involuntarily. Emboldened, I slid my hand higher up her thigh almost immediately touching her nether lips, warm, smooth and hairless. No panties!
I felt Clara tense a moment, then she relaxed and spread her legs a bit more, giving me access to her sex. I explored the place where her thigh met her outer lips, this side then that side. I reached all the way down to where her buttocks started then back, up and over her pubic mound. Then back between her legs, all the time avoiding the slick opening or the erect clitoris peeping from under its hood at the top of the slit, teasing her.
In the faint candle light I could just see her outer lips were engorged and spread open revealing delicate inner lips. Clara started moving her hips in an effort to force contact between my hand and her sex. I moved my hand away, massaging her mound and sliding my fingers on either side of her outer lips.
Using my left hand I pulled the thin straps of the negligee off her shoulders, pulling the cups down at the same time exposing her breasts to my hungry eyes. They with perfect! Fuller than I imagined, slightly flattened and pointing outwards because Clara was lying down. The areolae were contracted into distinct ovals, the shade and texture contrasting sharply against her snow white skin. Her nipples, as hard as pebbles, standing proud of the areolae, the size of a pea. I could not tell their color by candle light but they were distinctly dark against her fair skin.
I leaned forward and captured her right nipple in my lips, sucking softly, then running the tip of my tongue over the hard nub. After a while I transferred my attention to her left breast, doing the same. I felt Clara's hands grasp the hair on either side of my head and pull me against her breast, directing my mouth and tongue. The harder she pulled me against her, the harder I licked and sucked, sometimes squeezing her nipple between the inside of my top teeth and my tongue, rolling it from side to side.
Clara would hold me hard for a moment, then pull my head to her other nipple asking for the same there. She pulled so hard it hurt, her nails digging into my scalp.
After a while I slid the fingers of my right hand down between her distended nether lips and pushed first one finger, then two, deep into her slick vagina. Clara's body went rigid, her hips lifting off the bed as she thrust her pelvis against my hand.
"Aaahh! Ahh!" I heard burst from her lips and I felt her vagina spasm sharply around my embedded fingers. Her body was shaking as she squashed my head against her right breast, encouraging me to suck as hard as I could. If I knew then what I knew later I would have bitten till I drew blood! After what seemed a long time her body suddenly went slack and Clara collapsed back onto the bed, her breath coming in short gasps.
My fingers were still deeply embedded in her pussy, not moving, her thighs slack, her legs spread wide. My head lay on her chest and I heard the jack hammer in her chest slow down. After a while she stirred, her hands reaching to pull my fingers out of her.
I moved between her thighs, trailing a long trail of precum from my rigid cock. I was so sexually charged by this time I doubt whether I would have listened to protests from her. But she lay still, open for me to fuck her, to ravage her. She lay there without moving, eyes closed, legs spread wide.
I took my cock in my hand and guided the turgid head to the junction of her thighs, to her warm cunt, and positioned the head between the slick lips. I stayed there a moment savoring the warmth before thrusting, sinking my full length in one thrust.
Clara just lay there, her limbs slack, her eyes closed, her arms and legs spread-eagled. I had been without sex for so long that I lost myself in the thrusting, the animal urge to fuck, to dominate, to impregnate. In a very short time I could feel my orgasm build, then break! Bolts of electricity exploded in my head and I squirted rope after rope of thick sperm deep in her cunt. Seven months of pent up frustration. I was thrusting so hard Clara's body was bouncing on the bed, the bed hammering against the wall.
After a time the fugue passed and I collapsed on top of her, completely spent. When my breathing returned to normal I tried kissing her but she turned her head away avoiding my lips. I raised myself onto my elbows and looked at her. She was lying with her eyes closed, completely passive under me.
In the candlelight I could see how beautiful she was. I was still fully sheathed in her, my cock still semi-erect. I looked down at her perfect breasts, her alabaster skin, her intense woman-shape, and started to get hard again.
When I started to move again inside her, my movements gliding in the combined juices of our orgasms, her eyes opened and she looked at me. "No..."
I continued thrusting gently trying to get Clara to hold me, to react, to rise to sexual heights with me, to celebrate our marriage. She put her hands on my chest and pushed. "Please..."
But I was too far gone, too caught up in the moment, the desert of seven months, the hundreds of refusals, the thousands of teasing unfulfilled come-ons. I thrust harder, ignoring her protests. Eventually I was pounding into her, long deep ruthless strokes, our pubic bones smashing into each other, the smack loud in my ears. I roared as my second climax overtook me, pumping more cum deep inside her.
Clara was lying completely slack under me by this time, her eyes again closed, her face turned away. As I collapsed for a second time she rolled out from under me and, holding her negligee to her body, went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the key turn in the lock. Now what?
From that night our relationship changed. I was contrite and tried to talk to her, to explain but she remained distant, aloof, untouchable. In public she remained the same, regal, demure, a tease. In private she was frigid. I was never again allowed to pleasure her and when I demanded my conjugal rights, she lay on her back in the dark, legs spread, completely unresponsive. She never permitted any variation from this routine.
Four months later we were going to join my parents for their twenty fifth wedding anniversary. We had missed the actual date due to my work pressure, but we wanted to share the special occasion with them, just them and us. It was also for a break from the dreadful monotony of our failing marriage.
After my father retired, my parents moved to a quaint seaside village called Kenton-on-Sea, about eighty miles east of Port Elizabeth along what is known as the Sunshine Coast, where we were now headed.
I pushed the trolley with the three suitcases out of the arrivals hall, across the road to the car hire where I had booked a car through Europcar. The girl behind the counter was young and pretty, and I smiled and flirted with her, a pleasant and light hearted experience. Clara stood by, a frigid expression on her face. We were on holiday, for God's sake! It was not as though I was trying to bed the girl.
When we reached the designated parking bay Clara stopped in her tracks. "There must be a mistake! We did not hire a common Toyota..."
Surprised, I looked at her. "What did you expect? We're only going to visit my folks."
"But what will your father think? The cheapest..."
Impatiently I said, "If you want an upgrade, go and get your own hire car. I'm driving this one and if you want to travel with me, get in and shut up."
"How dare you speak to me like that? Who do you think you are?" Her face was white with red spots on her cheeks.
"I'm your husband. I have tried my very best to get over that first night. I have pandered to your every wish, bought unnecessary shit, gone to snob places, been polite to social creeps put up with your mother. All to try to show you that I'm sorry, that I want to make things right." I felt the anger overwhelm me. "But no, nothing is enough. Nobody is good enough. You're a snob and I can't stand it anymore; won't stand it anymore!"
By now I was shouting and I saw people stop and stare but I no longer cared. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I emphasized my second 'you'. I took a deep breath. "Now, either get in the car, or go your own way."
Clara stood looking at me, shock written all over her face. After a moment's hesitation she walked to the passenger door and stood there holding her handbag in both hands up in front of her breasts. Normally I would go and hold the door open for her then go round to the driver's side. I was so angry I opened the back hatch, threw the cases inside, pushed the trolley away, then went straight to the driver's side, climbed in and started the engine.
When Clara realized that I was going to drive off without her, she opened the door and clambered in. I started, reversed out of the bay before her door was closed, then accelerated away. I saw that she was about to say something and interjected, "There, that wasn't so bad, climbing in all on your own like most people do."
"A lady..."
"I've heard enough of that shit!" I shouted, "This is South Africa. You go on about being a lady. You also go on about equal rights. Well, expecting men to fall at your feet for any and every whim has nothing to do with equal rights. You try to be more English than the English. If that is the life you want, move to England, try and con some wealthy Pom to marry you. I doubt whether any will be as gullible as I've been."
Her mouth set in a thin straight line and she sat looking straight ahead, her purse on her lap.
It took about an hour and a half to reach my parent's house, by which time it was getting dark. Finally I pulled up in front of their home, not a word having been spoken the entire trip.
By now I had cooled off. "Look, Clara..."
"I don't want to hear it!" She spat. "We are here now, we will pretend nothing has happened..."
"Nothing has happened?" I interrupted not believing what I was hearing.
"Yes, as far as your parents are concerned, we must put our best foot forward and pretend nothing has happened. Especially in front of your father. All normal."
I looked at her in disbelief. But then it was too late, my father was walking down the driveway, a big smile on his face, his arms outstretched in welcome. I climbed out and stretched. Clara sat primly waiting for me to open her door and when I made no move in that direction Michael stepped into the breach, holding the door wide. "Hello Clarissa, you're looking as beautiful as ever!"
Clara climbed out, smiling, then accepted a hug and she air-kissed him, avoiding his lips. "You're looking good," she said.
"I try," he said, and moved round to shake my hand. My family was not into hugging and kissing between males. "Hello John, it's been too long. Here, let me help you with the cases."
Clara waited while we unloaded the cases. "Not moving in, are you?" My father joked, hefting one of the cases. Neither Clara nor I answered.
My mother was waiting at the front door. She and Clara went through the air-kissing routine. I, on the other hand, took her in my arms and hugged her, lifting her off the ground and kissed her warmly on the lips before setting her back on her feet. Smiling widely she said, "You're such a bully! Come in both of you. It's so nice to see you. Far too long..."
My father bustled about pouring drinks, my mother setting snacks on the table, before we sat and caught up on all the news of the last four months. Four months since the wedding.
Clara called him 'Michael', at his insistence, and my mother, 'Mother', both terms used quite formally. As we talked I watched Clara flirt with my father in the way I had become so familiar with. Very subtly; a touch here, a flutter of the eyelids there. If you were not in tune you would never suspect.
Needless to say I was almost entirely ignored.
I talked to Nellie, my mother. As we caught up I was aware, as always, of how beautiful she was, clear blue eyes set widely apart, small nose, wide mouth. Her hair was short and streaked blond having gone lighter over the years. She was wearing a simple blue dress, buttoned down the front concealing ample breasts, cut to the knees with a wide flare. When she went to the kitchen I admired her generous hips, narrow waist, flaring again to the shoulders. I could see the line of her bra and panties as she walked away hips swaying in a very feminine sort of way. Altogether a very sexy woman.
The next morning we were up early and after a cup of coffee we went to the beach. We walked along the deserted strand in the early morning coolness, the sea mist hanging low over the water before the wind came up. The sand in this part of the world is white and clean, the beaches wide, the sea a blue turquoise color.
We walked in two pairs, Clara and Michael walking slowly, Nellie and I striding out ahead with the Labrador, Wellington, running tirelessly between the two couples.
Nellie linked her arm through mine, our hips touching as we walked. She was nearly as tall as my six foot and she matched me stride for stride. "So, why are you and Clara not talking to each other?" Her eyes were focused on the horizon. Well, that was enough to burst the bubble. Words tumbled over themselves as I told her of the hell of the last four months, of the hell that preceded that, of the fight yesterday. When I ran out of words I was acutely aware of tears on my cheeks.
Nellie did not interrupt me during the monologue. When silence eventually settled she glanced over her shoulder. My eyes followed hers and I saw that we had outdistanced the other two, their figures small in the distance as they wandered along the water's edge. Taking my hand Nellie led me up the beach and behind a small rise in the sand, out of view of the others.
She turned and took me in her arms, holding me tight, our bodies touching from chest to knee. I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest, her groin against mine, our thighs touching, her face tucked into my shoulder. I could smell her fragrant hair as my nose nudged her scalp. I wrapped my arms around her body holding her as tightly as she held me.
I felt rather than heard her sniff and pulled my head back to look at her face but she held it tightly against me, shielding her expression. I felt her body shake as she wept. I started rubbing her back using both hands, from her waist to her shoulders, my fingers massaging her flesh as they moved.
I was very aware of the body pressed against mine and started to get an erection. I tried to move my pelvis away from hers, but her arms were down around my waist, her hands in the small of my back, holding me tight.
"It's okay. It's okay," I chanted softly as I continued to massage her back. Her hands moved further down pulling my groin with my hard penis against her. It might have been my imagination but I'm sure I could feel her pelvis tilt upwards and thrust against me, further stimulating my now raging erection. This was my mother so I must be imagining it.
"Mom..." I started, not knowing how to go on. It felt so good but it was wrong. "Mom, the others... I mean... They'll be up with us soon and..."
Nellie leaned back her face red and her makeup streaked down her cheeks. She sniffed and gave me a crooked smile. "You're right of course. They can break the rules but we must toe the line." Nellie looked over her shoulder again searching the horizon for them. We were still screened from the other two as she turned back taking my face in her hands, looking me in the eyes. "I love you more than anything in the world. I'll do anything for you. Anything..." She slowly moved her lips to meet mine. Our lips touched, still and passive. After a long moment I felt hers move, her lips part, her tongue tentatively touch my lips. She tasted of fresh apples as our tongues touched and twisted together. Oh, bliss! Nellie was still holding out groins tightly together.
I eventually broke away, seeing movement out of the corner of my eye. "Mom, we must stop. Here come the others." At that moment Wellington came charging up, a stick in his mouth.
I looked around the small depression we were standing in and saw a large piece of driftwood half buried in the sand. "Here, give me a hand with this!" I grabbed one end and started pulling. With Nellie's help we freed it from the sand and started dragging it towards the waterline.
"Hi, what have you two been up to?" bellowed Michael. I looked over at them standing on the sand rise.
"We've been looking for interesting driftwood for the entertainment area. What do you think of this one?" By now Nellie and I were breathing hard from our exertions.
Nellie said without turning, "I'm going for a dip!" With that she ran to the water's edge, paused to pull her dress over her head and, wearing a bright blue one-piece swim suit, plunged into the surf.
"Me too!" I said and removed my shirt, then followed her into the water. I dived through a few waves until I stood at Nellie's side, my tented costume hidden under the water. We wallowed about together side by side, ducking under the waves as they broke towards the beach. Under the water I took her hand, Nellie returning my grip fiercely. I asked, "Where did that come from? I'm not complaining..." I smiled widely.
Nellie looked at me gravely. "Have I overstepped the mark?"
I considered the question for a moment. What mark? What was overstepping? I was twenty five and sexually deprived, Nellie was forty five, still an extremely attractive woman. Was she also sexually frustrated? What was happening in her life? "I'll tell you when I know the answer," I said. "In the meantime I want you to know that I love you, and that I'm sorry we have not shared things before now. Before they went septic and poisoned us, me. I promise never to allow that again."
Under the water she squeezed my hand so tightly it hurt. "It's a deal!" Changing the subject. "Is there mascara all over my face?"
"A little, but you can blame that on the sea and the surf. I'm getting out, the water's cold!" With that I caught the next wave and body surfed back to the beach. By now Clara and Michael had wandered off back towards where the car was parked.
I had not brought a towel along so I stood in the early morning sun drip drying, the slight breeze cooling me and bringing out the goose pimples. I shivered. Nellie emerged from the water and walked to where her dress lay on the sand. I could see her nipples standing out clearly from the cold water in her costume, her pubic mound made prominent by the clinging blue fabric. I could see where it outlined her nether lips, a clear divide showing. God, she was sexy! She turned a circle, her arms up in the air. "Like what you see?"
I blushed and she laughed. "There, I've embarrassed you!" She looked along the beach at the tiny specks where the other two were walking then turned her back towards me and peeled off her costume. I could not believe it! I stared as her buttocks were revealed to my hungry eyes. The garment dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of it. She bent to pick up her dress giving me a glimpse of her anus in its deep cleft and a little bit of hair and pink flesh between her legs. Then she was standing up again, her body splendid and tall.
Nellie twirled her dress and pulled it on over her head, the fabric sticking to her wet skin, eventually settling down, covering her body and she turned towards me. The blue fabric clung to her body like a second skin. I stared. She bent and picked her costume up out of the sand. "Come, we'd better move along before they start wondering what we're doing." She walked to the edge of the water and waited for a wave to come in and run up the sand, then she rinsed the costume in the receding water.
I took hold of one end of the piece of driftwood and stated dragging it along the beach leaving deep furrows in the sand. We walked fast towards the other two, barely visible in the distance.
"How are you and Michael?" I asked bluntly, not knowing how else to start the discussion.
Nellie glanced at me as though confirming what I meant by the question. I looked straight ahead. "Well, he is as he has always been. He'll bed anything in a skirt, young or old, fat or thin. In between his philanderings he uses me as a sex doll. He has a big sex drive."
"How often..." I started, not knowing how to ask the questions.
"Do we have sex?"
I stammered, embarrassed, shaking my head. "No, how often is he with other women?"
Nellie looked at me. I am sure my face was bright red. "Whenever he finds some woman that will accept his favors. He's involved with someone right now. He consults for Port Elizabeth University a couple of times a week, you know, the architectural faculty. I think they pay him for one day a week, maybe two. This last month he's taken to spending three days there every week, sometimes four. I'm sure he's having a fling with someone there."
"Doesn't it upset you?"
"I got over being upset by these affairs years ago. There have been literally hundreds over the years. But I have a good life generally. I have my freedom, I want for nothing. Michael is good company when he is home, always polite, always considerate."
We stopped while I changed hands on the driftwood, which was quite big and heavy, before setting off again. "How long do they last?"
"Sometimes days, sometimes weeks, sometimes months. I always know he's with someone else because the sex stops. I admit that I miss it." It was Nellie's turn to blush. "There, you know my secret."
"Have you..."
"Have I had other men?" There she was finishing my sentences for me as though she could read my mind. I nodded. "When it first happened I was upset and angry, as you can imagine. Oh, this was way back before you were even born." She paused, then continued, "After you were born and I got some of my figure back I tried to get involved with some guy. It's harder than you think. It's easy as falling off a log to get a guy into your bed, but it's really difficult to find the right guy. Especially when you don't want to have an affair in the first place! I had a couple of flings but the sex was desultory, the men were clinging and wanted more, and I felt guilty. Since then I've had two short episodes, nothing for the last few years."
We walked in silence till we came to the car park where Clara and Michael were waiting, the doors open, Wellington in the back of the station wagon, the hatch up. Michael helped me tie the driftwood to the roof rack before we set off home for breakfast.
The village of Kenton-on-Sea nestles between two rivers about a mile apart. In the other direction it is bounded by the sea with its beaches and rock pools on the one side and on the other side by the main road that runs between Port Elizabeth and East London. The vegetation is thick impenetrable riverine bush, dark verdant green.
My parent's home is built deep into this bush on the steep banks of the Bushman's River looking out over the river mouth. It is an idyllic setting, high enough to have a great view and to ensure privacy from the public on the beach below, low enough to be sheltered from the winds. The road entry is from the back, the structure shielding the pool deck from view making it completely private.
The house is built in two wings set a hundred and thirty five degrees apart, a bit like a boomerang, the front joined by the pool deck with its glass balustrade and the back by the entrance and staircase. The one wing has two spacious bedrooms with en suite bathrooms above, and a large open-plan living area below. The other wing has the garages above and the kitchen and utilities below. Both the living area and the kitchen open onto the deck with large concertina doors. A wonderful home!
When we had eaten breakfast and cleaned up, Nellie asked what we would like to do for the rest of the day. I said I would like to relax at the pool, soak up some sun. Nellie looked at Clara, eyebrows raised. Clara looked at my father. "Whatever Michael wants to do," she simpered. She pronounced Michael as Maychael. I felt like vomiting!
Nellie glanced out the window and said that the wind was coming up but that it would nice and sheltered on the deck by the pool.
We climbed the stairs to our room to change. Clara went into the bathroom, costume in hand, and closed the door. We had been married for over four months now and we had courted for seven months before that, and in that time Clara had never once changed in front of me nor walked around naked. In fact, I had never seen her completely naked in the bright light of day. I felt the resentment rise in me, bitter in my throat.
I was standing waiting impatiently for her, having already changed into my swimming costume, in this case a loose pair of baggies. When she eventually emerged from the bathroom she had a wrap on over what I assumed was her costume. It looked silky and soft, expensive. Her hair was perfect, make up perfect. She looked at me, "You can't go down like that! What will your father think? Put a shirt on. And wear some shoes, sandals if you have to."
I was so taken aback by her comment I could think of nothing to say. I stared at her for a moment then turned on my heel, opened the door and stormed down the stairs to the pool deck. When I got there Michael and Nellie were already reclining on deck loungers in the sun, one either side of the pool. There was a sun umbrella up near Nellie's chair, shading her head. She said, "I thought you'd got lost..."
Without replying I sat down on the closest lounger, looked at the sun position, turned it slightly, then lay down and closed my eyes. I did not want my parents to see the rage I was feeling. 'What will your father think?' indeed! I tried to relax.
I heard rather than saw Clara walk out onto the deck a few minutes later. My father asked where she would like to lie down, the scraping of furniture, the creak of a lounger as weight was applied. "Would you like some shade? I think you should put some sun protection on, the sun's quite strong. And your skin's so white..." He carried on fussing around her.
I happened to glance at my mother and saw she was looking at me, her eyes half closed. I noticed that I had positioned my lounger so that my head was exactly in line with the foot of her lounger, her feet towards me, my body at right angles to hers. She had on a two piece bathing suit, quite conservative in cut, the same blue as the costume she had worn this morning. I looked over her feet and legs, her pubic mound, her stomach, then her torso slightly raised on the lounger, medium sized breasts, then her lovely face. I saw her top had no cups so could make out her nipples through the fabric.
I held her look while half listening to my father fuss around Clara. She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head fractionally towards them. I had to smile.
I lay back and tried to relax; the sun was warm and bright. I had to squint against the glare to enjoy the vista of the river mouth, the breakers at the mouth, the white horses out to sea where the wind was whipping them into a frenzy. I realized that in my rage I had left my sunglasses and book upstairs, and stood up to go fetch them.
Nellie asked, "Where are you going?"
"To fetch my sunglasses. Can I get anybody anything while I'm up?" I glanced around.
"I'll have a beer, thank you," said Michael.
I looked at Clara. I saw she was in a white bikini that emphasized the fairness of her skin, and the smoothness, the fine grain. It fitted her like a glove, like something out of a fashion magazine, a beautiful picture but not sexual in any way. Brittle like fine china. Maybe I was biased. "Please could I have a glass of white wine? Some of the stuff we had last night, it was so delicious." This was the wine Michael had recommended the previous evening at dinner.
I looked at Nellie. "I'll come and help you," she said and stood up. I ran upstairs, picked up my book and sunglasses, then went back down to the kitchen. Nellie had placed a tray and glasses on the counter. "What are you having?" I asked.
"I'll also have some white wine thank you." I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer for Michael together with the wine from which I poured three glasses. I was standing very close to Nellie. I could feel the warmth from her skin. We both looked out onto the deck to see if anyone could see us, then turned towards each other and pressed our bodies together.
It was not a planned move, it just sort of happened. Naturally. My lips sought hers and we kissed, softly, sensuously. My one hand reached down and cupped her bottom, fingers spread wide feeling the deep cleft, soft yet firm. The fingers of the other hand twined into her hair holding her face to mine. Her arms were tight around my waist, our groins pressed together.
Far too quickly Nellie pushed me away, her face flushed. "We'd better get out there before they miss us."
"I don't think they would miss us if we disappeared," I said bitterly.
Nellie touched my cheek with her hand. "We have each other." She looked down. "And you'd better do something about that." I looked down and saw that my baggies were tented over my raging erection. I blushed. "I'm flattered!" She reached out and touched the tip momentarily. "We'll have to do something about that," she said, smiling at my embarrassment. My cock tingled from her touch.
I turned my back on her and adjusted my penis as best I could, then I took up the tray and went outside. Nellie followed carrying my book and glasses.
We lounged in the sun for the rest of the morning, the warmth of the sun broken every now and then by a passing cloud. I sat reclined on the lounger with my book on my knees. With my sunglasses on I could look sideways at Nellie without turning my head, the same with Michael and Clara on the other side of the pool.
Nellie was lying on her stomach, the lounger flat. "John, please do me a favor. Rub some sun lotion on my back. I don't want to burn too much."
I jumped up and went and knelt next to her. I took the bottle of cream, shook it, then squirted some onto my hand. Nellie reached behind her and loosened her top, the straps falling to the sides. I rubbed my hands together to warm the lotion, then spread it onto her shoulders and down her back.
Michael said, "Clarissa, won't you do the same for me?" I glanced up. Clara was sitting in the shade of an umbrella reading a magazine. I continued massaging the cream into Nellie's back, from her neck to the start of her bikini bottom and down the sides, concentrating on the swell of her breast where her weight bulged them out sideways.
I watched Clara out of the corner of my eye as she walked over to where Michael was lying on his back and picked up a tube of lotion. She glanced at us and, thinking that neither of us was looking, moved her hand to his crotch, lingered there for a micro second where I saw her give his cock a little squeeze, then move on. I saw Michael's head jerk up, then he glanced across at us to see if we watching, then back to her. She was smiling faintly. How I remembered that gesture, the torture, months of it!
Michael rolled over onto his stomach and, with her back to us, Clara started spreading sun lotion onto his back.
I moved down to Nellie's legs. She had spread them a little apart. I squirted some lotion onto the back of each thigh, then started rubbing it in. All the way down to her feet, the soles, then the toes, my fingertips sliding between the little digits. Her feet did not need sun protection but it felt so sensuous as she spread her toes to receive my ministrations. I heard her sigh. I worked back up her legs to the top of her thighs, and between them. She spread her thighs further giving me easier access.
I scraped my thumbnail over the material covering her vaginal opening half expecting her to close her legs showing I had gone too far. I saw her spontaneously clench her buttocks, the movement obvious through the thin material. I held my breath. I did it again. Same reaction. I did not want to stain her costume with the sun lotion so I started rubbing her crotch with the back of my hand.
I looked at the other two. They were both facing away from us Clara spreading the cream down his sides, long sensuous rubs, same as I had done to Nellie. I was amazed; I did not think she had a sensuous bone in her body.
I had set up a rhythm rubbing between Nellie's legs and she was tilting her pelvis in time, up as I stroked down, down as I pulled back. I wiped my free hand on her towel, and replaced the rubbing hand, cupping her sex. I could feel the heat. I could also feel the hard nub of her clitoris. I ran my fingertips over it and around it. I heard a bitten off purr. A wet patch was starting to show on the crotch of her bikini.
Michael started to turn towards us and I took my hands away, patted Nellie on the bum. I stood up making sure I turned away to hide my erection and said, "There, that should do it! I'm going to get some more wine. Dad, can I get you a refill?"
"Please." He was on his elbows; Clara was lavishing lotion on his legs. He looked down at her. "You do that so well! John's a lucky guy!" If only he knew.
I fetched the wine and a beer from the kitchen, adjusting my clothing. Before I lay down again, I turned my lounger so that my feet were almost facing Nellie, very close. I adjusted the back so that I would be in a sitting position Then I sat down and, hiding behind my mirror glasses, pretended to read. I did, though, first make sure the book was the right way up!
Michael was now on his back, Clara rubbing sun lotion onto his stomach and chest, his legs glistening from the cream. I saw her tweak both his nipples, almost by accident. He glanced quickly at us, then reached out and cupped her breast. She jumped back as though stung. His erection was very obvious in his trunks. 'There, take that', I thought. 'My father will not lie back and take your cock teasing'.
Clara stood up and put the cap back onto the tube, then returned to her lounger. Michael asked, "Can I put a little cream on your shoulders. You know, my dear, that you must be careful of that delicate skin of yours."
After a long hesitation. "Thank you, yes. You are too kind." Her lips were set in a prim line. I knew instinctively that she would have liked to have said 'no', but could not think of an elegant way of refusing.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nellie roll over. Then she had my full attention! She had not refastened her top and she was lying there, topless, her breasts open to my gaze in their mature splendor. There was a very faint tan line, her skin golden brown, proof she must tan topless regularly. I guessed she was about a C cup, quite full, flattened on her chest by gravity. Her areolae were large and light brown, the nipples prominent, square ended. There were faint stretch marks on the sides. I stared.
Nellie must have known I was looking at her because she spread her legs, lifting her knees slightly showing me a very obvious dark wet patch at her crotch. I could feel the rod of iron in my baggies, so hard it hurt! She snaked a hand down between her legs and, using her middle finger, moved it over the wet patch, then over her clitoris, the swelling just visible through the fabric. I saw her thighs tense for a moment, the tip of her pink tongue moving over her upper lip, her eyes closed. Then she took her hand away. There was a smile on her lips as she looked at me.
"No..." I heard Clara say. I reluctantly looked over to the other two. Michael had undone her bikini and still had the straps between his fingers. Clara's arms were tightly folded across her chest holding the garment firmly in place.
"Relax, my dear. I only want to spread cream on your back. Besides, we're all family here. Nellie always tans topless. We're completely private here, I can assure you." Clara remained rigid. I looked on with interest.
Michael continued as though nothing had happened. He squirted cream on her shoulders, dropped the tube and rubbed. I could see he was quite rough, her body moving under the pressure of his hands. He spread the cream from her shoulders to her bikini bottom and from side to side exactly as I had spread the cream on Nellie's back. It must be in the genes.
When he had finished, he asked, "Can I do your front while I'm at it?"
"No! I mean, no thank you. I can reach, thank you." Her posture did not relax. Michael returned to his lounger and lay down. Clara sat like that for a long time, then I saw her relax and then, still holding her costume top to her chest, lay down on her stomach. The straps were hidden under her body. She lay still. There is a first time for everything, I thought.
The day wore lazily on. At lunch time Nellie made sandwiches which we ate around the pool. The water was cold so dips into the water were few and far between, and short. We were on our third bottle of white wine, Michael on his fifth beer.
Clara eventually conceded to sitting topless, facing away from us, warmed by the weaker afternoon winter sun. I could not see her breasts from where I sat but I knew Michael could and he made no pretence of not staring. I wondered how Nellie felt about it. At about three o' clock she said, "I've had enough. I'm going to shower. Can I get anything for anyone before I go?" She looked around.
"Another beer please," Michael said. I shook my head, Clara did not respond. Nellie brought the beer before disappearing into the house. I sat and read for a further twenty minutes or so, then said, "I'm also going inside." I picked up my book and went in and upstairs. I wondered where Nellie was.
In our room I went to the bathroom and peed, then wandered out to the passage that serviced both bedrooms. "Psssst," I faintly heard. I looked and saw Nellie standing at the window in their room. She was dressed in a long gown, a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. She was beckoning to me. I was about to speak when she held her finger to her lips and crooked her finger calling me to her.
Curious, I approached her. Close up she whispered, "Look down there. Careful," she cautioned.
I inched my head forward. The window overlooked the pool deck. I took in Michael kissing Clara! Locked in a deep embrace, arms around each other, her bare breasts pressed against his hairy chest. As we watched I saw his hand move between her legs. She moved to stop him, but he cupped her sex regardless. She tried to pull her head away from his, but he held her against him with his other hand and, after a long moment, she relaxed and returned her arms around his body, their kiss seeming to get more urgent. His hand moved at her crotch, the fingers slipping inside the leg hole and under her bikini. The material pushed to one side and for a moment I saw her bald slit.
I was kind of leaning against Nellie looking over her shoulder, my left arm resting on her other shoulder. I moved my right hand, felt the robe hanging open and felt upwards. A naked breast, the nipple was hard. I could feel the puckered areola. I heard a swift intake of breath as I took her whole breast in my hand, warm and pliable. My nose was near her neck and I could smell the fresh soap, the shampoo.
I pulled my hand away, slipping my fingers over the smooth skin, gripping the hard nipple and pulling it out, rolling it slightly between my fingers. She pushed back with her buttocks into my erect penis.
Michael used his free hand to pull his costume down struggling to clear his erection from the elastic waistband. I could not really see his cock, being screened by their bodies, but his movements were obvious. He lifted himself slightly and then his costume was down around his thighs. Without breaking the kiss or removing his hand from her crotch where I could see he had several fingers deeply embedded, he reached for her hand and directed it to his crotch. I could see her muscles strain as she fought him, but he was too strong. I could see his hand moving her hand up and down. After a while he removed his hand and hers remained, slowly moving up and down.
I stepped back and pulled the gown to one side and up over her back. Nellie was naked underneath. I pulled my baggies off then nestled up against her bum, my cock embedded in the warm deep divide of her buttocks. I reached around and took a soft breast in each hand. Nellie squeezed her ass cheeks together in response.
I looked over her shoulder. Michael was now lying back, his feet on the ground with Clara turned sideways facing towards us. Using her right hand, she was slowly masturbating him When she tried to speed up he caught her wrist and steadied the movement. His cock was big and fat, I could see veins standing out where her small hand did not cover.
I could hear Nellie's breath coming fast and shallow.
Michael reached up and took one of her small nipples between his thumb and fingers and started rolling it and stretching it out, his other hand reached down the back of her bikini bottom. When she tried to squirm away, his pulled her back, his hand deep in her costume.
I moved my hand down between Nellie's legs. She moved her feet further apart and I explored with my fingers. Her lips were prominent, spread, and very wet. My fingers slipped easily in and out. I found her clitoris nestling in its bed of springy hair and took it between my index and middle fingers and moved them alternately back and forth, a bit like riding a miniature bicycle. Nellie's breathing became heavier.
I could see Michael's cock oozing precum, running down the shaft making Clara's fingers glisten in the sunlight. Her hand moved slowly up and down, the strokes getting longer, her grip tighter. Michael's mouth was open, his eyes closed, I could see the muscles of his arms move under the skin as he fingered her; her cunt or her asshole, I wondered. I shuddered.
I pulled my belly away from Nellie's back and, bending at the knees, brought my cock up between her legs. She reached between us and guided the head between her warm cunt lips. I gave a slight push and the head was lodged, warm and clinging. Nellie pushed sharply back and I was in her up to the hilt. I could feel her buttocks pressed tight into my lap, my pubic bone tight into her ass crease. I continued to rub on either side of her clitoris with my fingers, while at the same time continued to massage her breast and nipple. We both watched the scene unfold below us.
I have never watched another couple being intimate before, in real life, that is. I've obviously watched porn movies, but that's just not the same. They are usually so badly acted, fake tits, pimples on their asses. They fuck and fuck and fuck forever, pumping continuously. No intimacy; nobody fucks like that in real life. When will they ever learn? This was the real thing and I found it incredibly exciting, a real turn-on!
Michael was obviously getting close because he stopped her hand, then brought her head down to his and they kissed. Clara was really getting into it! This was a different woman I was seeing. Her legs were spread and I could see his hand moving. He tried to push her head down to his cock but she fought him hard, unrelenting. After a while he gave up and she resumed pumping his cock, her other hand fondling his balls which I could see were big and hairy. His hips started moving in time with her hand.
I started moving in time with her hand, long slow strokes. Nellie used her internal muscles to try to keep me in when I pulled back, then relaxed and pushed back when I plunged back in. I had never felt anything like it!
Clara was now teasing Michael. She would stop mid-stroke and hold him, I stopped in time, then after a pause resumed pumping his cock. I plunged back in. She used the fingers of her other hand to spread the copious precum over the swollen head. I reached between Nellie's engorged lips and collect some of our slippery juices, then spread it over her swollen clitoris. Nellie would shudder and shake. She reached between her legs and cupped my balls.
Clara started moving her hand fast and hard on his cock. This time he did not stop her, his hips lifting and dropping in time with her hand. Her other hand cupped the base of his cock. She pumped harder and faster.
I was ramming into Nellie harder and faster, the slapping of our flesh loud in the room. I had both hands on her hips holding her while I ramrodded into her, almost all the way out, hard in, our bodies shuddering with the force.
Michael went rigid, his hips high up off the lounger. "Yesssss!" I heard him shout through the closed window, then great spurts of milky cum were flying out the tip of his cock, Clara's hand a blur as she milked him furiously.
"Yessss!" I shouted as I felt my orgasm explode through my body. I kept thrusting in time with the contractions.
As I started slowing down Nellie said through her teeth, "Don't stop now! I'm almost there! Yes! Fuck me!"
I pumped into her hard and fast trying to fill her up, rotating my hips to touch all parts of her cloying cunt. Her movements became uncoordinated and wild as she came. I have never experienced anything like it! Her mouth opened in a soundless scream, I heard only the breath in her throat, her body bucked back and forth and if I had not been holding onto her hips she would have dislodged me. I continued to pound into her, I could hear our juices squelching, our flesh slapping. As her movements started to slow I leaned over her back, now slick with sweat and cupped her breasts. "I love you, I love you..." I chanted softly in her ear as her breathing slowed.
She nestled back against me. "Love you too."
Suddenly panicking I leaned forward and looked through the window. They were both still there. Clara was still holding his now flaccid penis in her hand, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her body moving rhythmically. I could see Michael now had his right hand down between her legs, palm upwards, fingers inside her. His arm was moving rapidly, her breasts shaking every time his hand hit her. Her bikini bottom was down around her knees giving us a clear view of her hairless pussy spread wide by Michael's big fingers.
I leaned down and fished in the pocket of my baggies and pulled out my phone. Still deep in Nellie I selected 'video' and aimed it at the couple on the lounger. His hand was slapping her pussy with gusto, I could hear it faintly. The couple filled the screen; I held it steady as I started moving gently inside Nellie. I was only half erect but it felt nice, satisfying, warm. I watched the screen. They changed positions, Michael laid her onto her back, she let go his cock. He moved to kneel next to her, then pulled her bikini bottom all the way down to her ankles and off. Her eyes flew open in panic and she tried to sit up. Nellie and I pulled back, I kept the camera steady.
Michael held her down. His fingers were still deeply embedded, almost using it as a grip, a pivot point. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, then the other. I could see the trail of saliva on her smooth skin. His right hand was moving again, I could clearly see two fingers in her, his thumb rubbing her clitoris.
Slowly Clara stopped fighting. I saw her legs spread, her knees raised. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open again. I saw a red blush spread from her face down to her chest stopping just short of her breasts.
I was moving faster in Nellie. I did not feel like cumming but the sensations were building. The only times I had ever cum twice in row were with Patsy, the second time squirting deep in her mouth, her throat; and on my wedding night, the start of my sexual purgatory.
Then Clara grabbed Michael by the wrist and, instead of trying to push it away, she started pulling it hard and fast into herself. Her face was red, her lips were moving but I could not hear anything. She was a woman berserk! She was pulling at her own nipples; I could see the red welts. She was hammering Michael's hand into her cunt, her legs spread wide. Everything was wet, the cushion, Michael's hand, her hand. I continued videoing.
Images of our wedding night flashed through my brain. How she had reacted to my fingers in her cunt, my teeth on her nipples. How she had encouraged me to bite, to hurt. The tiger revealed. Or the bitch?
I also kept moving in Nellie. She was moving as well, long strokes, her internal muscles again.
Clara fell back, her chest heaving, the color receding from her face and cheeks. There were bright red blotches on her chest where she had tortured her own nipples. Michael still had fingers deep in her. She reached down and pushed his hand away.
He leaned forward and kissed her holding his lips to hers, gently, his hand softly rubbing up and down her torso. After a while I saw her respond. Michael brought the hand that had penetrated her vagina up to their lips, into the kiss. Clara tried to push them away, him away, but he held her. They resumed kissing, his slick fingers moving in and out of their mouths.
I could feel my orgasm building, I dipped my fingers for fresh nectar, pulled Nellie's head around so I could kiss her, then slipped my fingers into our mouths. Her taste was strong, sweet-sour. I went over the edge, and, still sucking my fingers and her tongue, I came deep inside her, not moving too much in case I dislodged myself. I think it was the most satisfying climax I have ever had.
I saw the camera was pointed towards the ceiling, so I shut it down.
I slowly pulled my deflating cock out of Nellie's slick pussy, making an audible sucking noise. There was a long string of cum connecting my cock to her cunt as I bent down and kissed her moving bum crack. I let my tongue linger a moment in the crease. Then I straightened and left the room, heading to our bedroom to shower.
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