Blew a fuse

It was back in 2010 when I got divorced. I bought a semidetached house with my half of the money and was looking to start again. The couple next door seemed ok although I thought him just a little odd. You could be talking to him and all of a sudden he'd spit out words that bore no meaning to the conversation. I later discovered that he was a bit of a genius and he had several conversations and thoughts going on in his head simultaneously. His wife was completely normal.

Claire was 5' 7" tall short blond hair surrounding a pretty face. She had long legs for her body and what I guessed was about a 36B to C bust. I also guessed that she was probably a few years younger than my forty one years. Frank was probably ten years older than Clair. On the day I moved in she came around with home made cake and a flask of coffee. Over the first few weeks I noticed that there were quite a few men callers and assumed that she ran some sort of business from home. I worked from home two or three days each week, so I would often see the men coming and going. I had also discovered that Frank worked and lectured in the nearby university and was some type of boffin.

One afternoon I was sat in the garden and could see Frank and Claire in theirs as our fence is only three foot high. Claire was reading a book and Frank was playing chess with himself and talking to the pieces as he moved them. After a while Frank swore at one of the pieces and cleared the board. Claire put her book down and told frank not to swear. She looked over to me apologized for Frank and asked would I like a drink. When I said yes she told me to come on over and she'd fetch some. She suggested that I play Frank at chess.

As he laid the pieces out he suddenly spurted out several words, " Triple convex capillaries. Horseshoe magnets. Hotwife. Car Tax. I wasn't quite sure that I heard right, especially the Hotwife bit. As for the other I had no idea what was going through his mind. As for the game he beat me in just eight moves. Then he went back to playing himself as I sat talking to Claire. Frank was again talking to the pieces and throwing out the odd word and some of them were very odd, but the one that came around several times was Hotwife.

Claire totally ignored him. Later back in my own house the word Hotwife kept running through my mind. Obviously I knew what the word meant and thinking back to the men callers I wondered if he was talking about Claire. It wasn't long before I got my answer. It was a Monday afternoon and Claire came around and knocked on my door. She told me that she had turned the kettle on and the mains went off. Did I know anything about electrics to save her from ringing Frank.

I soon found the fuse box and tried the breaker. It wouldn't reset. I asked Claire to unplug the kettle. Then the trip reset ok. As I crawled out of the cupboard, under their stairs, I could see right up Clair's skirt. I now knew that she was a natural blond as she wasn't wearing any panties. I could feel my cock getting hard. She said something about giving me a cup of tea but she didn't have a kettle, but I was more concentrating on her hand that had started stroking my hardening cock as she said that she had something much better if I was interested.

We were kissing as she stroked my cock that she had freed of my trousers. I was groping her tits and arse. Then she pulled away and was on her knees sucking my cock while I played with her tits. I was soon in danger of coming and pulled her to her feet and laid her across the kitchen table. With her legs high and over my shoulders I slowly slid my length deep into her pussy. Almost immediately she was bouncing her arse off the table so her greedy pussy could get more cock into it. Neither of us lasted long. With Clair groaning her way through a climax I emptied my balls deep in her pussy.

I was soon putting my cock away and Claire was straightening her clothes. I sat examining her kettle to see if it was something silly that had caused the problem and Claire was boiling a pan of water to make tea. The plug was in a mess and needed to be rewired and I sat doing it as Claire made some tea and handed me a cup. We sat talking about everything but what had just happened as I made good the lead. I could feel the sexual tension rising again, I refilled the kettle and plugged it back in and it worked. I could take no more and pulled Claire to her feet and bent her over the table. I soon had my cock back out and was slamming in and out of Claire's pussy from behind.

I had reached around and had her tits out again and they were trapping my hands against the table top. Claire was groaning for all she was worth when suddenly Frank walked in and straight past us muttering something about Nuclear Fusion and overflow expansion tanks. I had stopped fucking at the shock of seeing Frank, but Claire yelled at me to keep going. I resumed pumping her pussy. I wasn't sure if it was fear, excitement or what but I managed to bring Claire off twice before I came deep in her pussy for the second time. Shortly afterwards I was out of there and back in my own home half expecting to hear a great argument between them, but it never happen.

The next day was an office day for me and as I went out to get in my car Frank was just getting on his push bike. "Morning nice day," he said and then went on about the left flange or something. I got finnished early at the office and was back home just before three and thought that I had better clear the air with Claire. I knocked her door and she welcomed me in. I had barely said a word when she was on the floor with my cock in her mouth again. She sure was good at that. It wasn't long before we were naked and fucking on their sofa.

Afterwards we dressed and sat talking. I asked about Frank and she told me that he had long given up on sex and she got what she needed when and where she could. I asked about the men and she said some were connected to her work and just a few were purely sexual encounters. She said that Frank knew all about them and had watched one or two of them with her, but in the main he just ignored what was happening. We were still sat talking when Frank came home. He was rambling about something. Then he stopped and spoke to me.

"Very nice day," he said and I agreed. "Got it done, it works," he added. I told him good. "Look after Claire he muttered and then put his bicycle clips on and went back out the house. Claire and I ended up in her bed, they had separate beds, we were fucking for the next hour. That was the start of a very long affair. Claire rarely saw other men after that.

I couldn't tell you how many times Frank walked in on us fucking, but it was very many. I vividly remember one occasion when we were really going at it and Frank walked in and up to us and patted me on the shoulders and said, "That's it lad, that's the way," and then he walked off. I gathered that whatever the research he was working on was a success and that he was awarded several awards for his work. Claire said that he had to write things down for his workers and colleagues as he couldn't hold a conversation for very long, but he could compose a letter or note.

I had been seeing and fucking Claire for almost nine years and frank was working extremely long hours. We were in bed going at it when Claire got a phone call that Frank had been rushed to hospital. We dove there quickly just to find he had a massive stroke and didn't survive it. I went with Claire to the funeral and the wake. Everyone professed that Frank was a genius and they all seemed to want to be more like him and have his thinking and brain. His neurologist that he had seen for years attended and in a speech said that Frank had four trains of thoughts going at all times when he was awake and one sometimes two while he was sleeping. He said that Frank had the most advanced brain that he had ever come across.

As life settled down for Claire, I had wondered if we would get together and live together. Initially she didn't seem to want to change things, so I never pushed her. About six months after he had gone Claire asked me to go through his things with her. The clothes were easy as I just bagged up everything that looked ok and took it to the Oxfam shop, the rest I dumped. He had loads of papers and note books along with a desk journal. Some of the papers looked highly technical and I arranged to take them to the university. Most of the other papers were mainly reminders to himself. then there were a pile of letters. One was addressed to me, another to Claire and some for other relatives. Plus one to a professor at the university.

I read mine and he thanked me for taking care of Claire and asking me to keep her safe and well. It brought a lump to my throat. I don't know what Claire's said. I only know it had her in tears and that they seemed to be a mixture of sadness and of joy. The following day I went to the university and met the professor. He kept calling Frank Professor T. He could see that I looked confused and explain that Frank became a professor at the age of twenty three and everyone knew he was capable of great things. He looked at the papers I had taken in and said he wasn't sure but he thought that it may contain the solution to the project he had been working on before his death.

Back home I went around to Claire and told her what had happened. She kissed me and said why don't we live together. I was over the moon. We had the two houses knocked into one and have lived together ever since. Frank won another award posthumously for the work from his notes that did lead to the conclusion to the project and onto a further project that he had written about. I could never understand Frank or what it must have been like to be him, but I understood why he loved and cared so much for Claire as I do now.

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