I first met Clare at a new years eve party hosted by a work colleague. I was immediately attracted to her and we spent the majority of the time together chatting. At midnight as the chimes were sounding we kissed, it quickly changed from a gentle peck on the lips to deep tongue wrestling.
Clare had booked a taxi to take her home for 1 o’clock, and we spent that final hour together holding each other with our lips locked together most of the time. The taxi arrived on time and Clare gave me a final deep kiss as she left, but not before we had arranged to meet at a pub in town the following week.
We would meet for a drink at least once a week for the next month. During that time we learned a lot about each other. She was 32 so six years older than me and as I had suspected she was married, but from comments she made about her husband it did not sound like a particularly happy marriage. She claimed that he was boring, selfish and cold, but he had a very good job and gave her whatever she wanted. Clare worked in the office of an insurance company, but said that she used the job as a reason to get out of the house and not just financial. There was a definite tension between us, I think that the both of us knew that we would be sleeping together in the near future.
One evening, I took her to dinner at a restaurant at a nearby country hotel. After dinner as I was driving her home, she asked me to find somewhere quiet to park. As soon as we had stopped, we were snogging like teenagers with both of us fumbling at our clothing, she opened her blouse and pulled my head down to her breast. She was trying to unbuckle my belt, and I was trying to convince her to get into the back seat with me. I had just got my hand into her knickers when we were disturbed by a passing car, shining its headlights straight at us. We started laughing, and Clare said that we should stop, saying that she would like our first time to be special and not just a quick shag. We straightened our clothes and Clare suggested that she could come to my flat the following Friday, she would tell her husband that she was having a night out with the girls from her office.
When the day came, Clare arrived straight from her office and parked her car outside my flat. After a brief kiss she asked if she could freshen up while I waited for her in the living room, I could hear the shower running. When Clare walked into the room, she was totally nude carrying her clothes over her arm. Her body was perfect and for the first time I saw the small tattoo of a seahorse which was a few inches above her pussy. She saw me looking at it and said that it was the result of a dare while on holiday in Spain with some friends before going to university.
I stood up and took her in my arms, then led her into my bedroom. I quickly took off my clothes and we fell onto the bed. There was no subtlety, it was pure lust, she wanted me as much as I wanted her, my cock was soon buried in her with her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her at the same time urging me to fuck her.
It must have been one of the quickest shags on record, I exploded into her and felt her fingers sliding between us to touch her clit, it only took a few seconds before she cried out, and I felt her body shaking beneath me as she climaxed. As we both started to relax, I rolled off her onto my back, we lay quietly running our hands over each other’s bodies.
I went to get a bottle of wine from the fridge which we drank in bed. Clare was the first to put down her glass. She started kissing me from my lips all the way down my body to my knees playing special attention to my cock, she took great delight in watching it grow harder as she used her tongue and her lips on it. I turned around and said that I wanted to take a closer look at her seahorse. As I licked her clit, I slid two fingers into her pussy which was still slippery with my cum. Claire reach for my hand and pulled it to her mouth and licked the fingers clean.
This time she was the one to take control. I remained on my back while she squatted over me and pressed her pussy onto my mouth. My face was soon covered in a mixture of her juices and my own cum as she ground herself against me. Then she slid down my body until I felt my cock slipping into her pussy. This time was far more sensual, there was no rush, neither one of us wanted it to end. We both felt totally at ease with each other and remained naked for the rest of the evening until it was time for her to dress and return home.
For the next couple of months, Friday evenings, reminded our special time together. We would either go out for a meal and then go to my flat or we would order a takeaway delivery. Sex with Clare was always fantastic with the added advantage of her great company and conversation. We were like best friends who enjoyed fucking each other. We quickly discovered our likes and dislikes, Clare’s small nipples were extremely sensitive and she claimed that just sucking them could cause her to have a little climax. The only no, no I found was, she was uncomfortable about any sort of touching of her anus, if my fingers strayed to close she would say a sharp, NO!
One evening as we were cooling down after fucking I asked her what Steve ( her husband ) would do if he found out about our relationship. Her reply shocked me. She said that Steve knew all about us and whenever she returned home after our meetings she would invite him into her bedroom. She would be naked and he always arrived naked himself. She would lay on the bed and tell him in crude, graphic detail about everything that we had done that evening. While she was telling him all the details, he would be masturbating then before he was allowed to cum she would get him to use his tongue to clean out all of my semen that was still oozing from her pussy. She said that if he did a good job, she would either finish him off with her hand or occasionally sucked his cock. I then realised why Clare always had a shower when she arrived, but never took one before leaving my flat.
It might appear strange, but the thought of his tongue licking my cum from her was very erotic, I would try to deposit as much as I could into her just before she was due to leave. Clare told me that was the only form of sexual contact they had had for more than two years.
A few months later, while Clare was sitting on my cock, she asked if I could do her a favour, she said it would be a big favour but if I refused she would understand and not be annoyed. Intrigued I asked her exactly what she wanted me to do. Clare said that Steve was desperate to sit and watch watch us having sex. At first, I thought she was joking, but she assured me that she was serious. She said that it would mean a lot to her if I would agree. Eventually after talking over the details with her, I said that I would do it, even though I was still nervous about what his reaction would be. She promised me that Steve was a wimp and there would be no risk to me.
It happened the following weekend, I drove to her house, which was a large detached house in a good part of town. Clare met me at the door and took me straight up to her bedroom. The room was quite dark but she had arranged a spotlight to illuminate the bed. There were two armchairs one to the side and one of the foot of the bed which were virtually in shadow. We both took off our clothes and had a shower together in her ensuite. Then we went to the bed and started to fuck. I tried to blank out the fact that we would be watched. I heard a small click from the bedroom door, and from the corner of my eye I could see a naked figure going to one of the armchairs. Clare became very vocal, which was unusual for her. In a loud voice she would say things like “ Put your big cock in me and You know I love it when you fuck me”. I knew that this was for the benefit of Steve, so I also made comments about her tits and her pussy.
Steve would move from one armchair to another to get the best views of us fucking, at one point, he was only a few feet away from us wanking furiously. Clare whispered to me that she wanted me to fuck her while she was sucking his cock, I assumed that she wanted me to do this to humiliate him even further. Clare got off my cock, went over to his chair, bent over and sucked his small cock into her mouth. I went behind her and thrust my cock into her pussy. Each time I thrust into her body. He would be able to feel the movement on his cock. I started to speed up and Clare recognised the sign that I was about to cum. She took her mouth off his cock, turned her head to me and asked me not to come inside her but to shoot my cum onto her arse. She told me just in time and I was proud of the amount of cum that I sprayed onto her arse. I went back to the bed and watched while Clare offered her arse to Steve and told him to clean every drop off her arse. A few minutes later, I saw him leave and close the door behind him.
Clare said that she felt dirty and asked me to join her in the shower, before we returned to the bed. She apologised for making me do what we had just done, but to be honest I was quite turned on by the experience. Clare and I spent the next few hours having glorious sex. When it was time to leave she came down with me to my car, she pointed to one of the upstairs windows, and said that Steve was watching us again, I looked up and I caught a glimpse of his face partly hidden by the curtains. Clare undid my trousers and pulled out my flaccid cock, there is was chance of me getting erect so quickly after the amount of sex we had had that evening. She continued sucking my cock for a few minutes while looking up at him in the window.
That was the only time that I ever saw Steve, two weeks later, when Clare arrived for our usual Friday evening meeting she was driving a brand-new small Mazda sports car. She told me that that was the reward that Steve had given her for our performance. She said that he thought that by giving her gifts he would feel you he was treating her like a whore.
My affair with Claire lasted about another six months until we mutually agreed that it was over. I had just met another woman who a year later to become my wife. I still fondly remember all the times I had with Clare, whenever I see an image of a seahorse, I would smile to myself and think of her.
