3 comments/ 24404 views/ 6 favorites Weekend at Claire's By: Elodiegirlie Lydia zipped up her overnight bag and gave herself one last once-over in the mirror. Coltish limbs, sharp green eyes and a mass of appealing chestnut hair falling across her shoulders. Her pert young breasts thrust against the cotton of her flowery summers dress. Lydia's gym-toned bum and lissome long legs were emphasised by expensive wedges. And underneath the dress was a wispy, insubstantial pair of white lace knickers. One might think this overkill for a weekend away with a married couple. But the purpose of Lydia's visit to Claire and David was far from innocent. As she checked the time of her train to Amersham, she was plotting forty eight hours of erotic abandon. Claire was an old friend from university, a gamine blonde Mancunian with a quick temper. A year older than Lydia at twenty five, she had married David Grange the year before after a comparatively short courtship. David was in his early thirties and worked at a hedge fund. Though successful in his own right, David had been fortunate enough to inherit significant wealth from his parents – hence the spacious Buckinghamshire cottage. More importantly for Lydia's purposes, he had broad shoulders tousled hair, and no small history of womanising. Shortly before the wedding, a night of drunken indiscretion had led to David and Lydia falling into bed together. A spark was kindled, lust, guilt and shame followed. Behind Claire's back the two met for torrid sessions of passionate sex, even as David and Claire married and moved in together. Their affair was based on a mutual attraction and clear boundaries- a stolen afternoon in a hotel here, a sweaty all nighter in Lydia's Clapham flat, but never where they could be discovered. Or at least, that was how it started. But the course of true lust never did run smooth. Lydia discovered that nothing primed her ardour more than risk. She learned this in the most unusual way during a lunchtime assignation with David. David fielded a phone call from his wife whilst receiving a wet, sloppy blowjob from Lydia in the toilets of an Old Street restaurant. As he came with a barely audible whimper, the earthy musk of his come and his wild-eyed look slicked Lydia's knickers like nothing on earth. It didn't seem to do David any harm either. So an invitation for a weekend in Amersham was arranged. And the thought of taking her affair into the home of one of her closest friends made Lydia impossibly horny. 18.30 pm- Amersham station Lydia's stomach turned a little cartwheel of excitement as she saw David waving from his car- alone. 'Hello sweetheart', he drawled, as she threw her bag into the back seat and folded her slender limbs into the passenger seat. 'Hello to you too', Lydia replied, as she kissed him lingeringly on the cheek. His spiced aftershave filled her nostrils. 'The plan?', he enquired, as they pulled out of the car park and onto the road. 'By my reckoning we have about fifteen minutes to play with'. As David began a somewhat unnecessary explanation of the route to his cottage, Lydia's hand was idly stroking his thigh. The beige cotton of his chinos stirred slightly. David shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes never leaving the road. Lydia's hand moved further up her thigh. Her short-clipped fingernails drummed along the zip of his fly. 'You do realise if I crash this car it'll be a terribly embarrasing way to go? No-one ever wrote an elegy to a chap who died with his cock out on the A413'. Lydia giggled, and unbuttoned his trousers. 'If it'll make you feel better I can embarrass myself a little too?' Lydia undid two buttons on her dress, showing most of the white lace of her bra, and a generous helping of tanned cleavage. 'See?' She returned to the task at hand, unzipping his trousers and grasping David's thick cock through his cotton boxers. A squeeze, a press, a brief venture down to cup his balls. David's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. Lydia's knuckles whitened around his aching member. He began to breathe heavier as the lissom twenty-something began to vigorously masturbate him through his pants. 'Jesus Lyds, that's good'. She leant over, and without missing a stroke began to kiss and nibble around his ear. As she wanked him off, he felt the familiar warmth rising. In a moment of lust-filled confusion he contemplating pulling over the car and fucking the young temptress where she sat. Time enough for that later. As he pulled onto the long lane leading to the hamlet where he and Claire lived, David felt Lydia quicken the pace. And just like that, he lost control. As his cock jerked and filled his pants with hot wet cum, David slammed on the brakes of the car. Lydia barely altered her speed as she braced herself against the dashboard. With the squeal of the tyres still ringing in his ears, David switched off the ignition and slumped back in his seat. The smell of his explosive orgasm was thick in the close air of the car. A battered Vauxhall Corsa overtook the stationary car. 'Christ's sake darling! That was a little close for comfort!' Lydia kissed him hard on the mouth. 'Drive on, she'll wonder where we've got to'. 18.50 David and Claire' house 'Lydia!' Claire almost skipped out the front door and threw her arms around the neck of her friend. 'So happy you came'. David, understandably, slipped past the girls on his way to clean himself up. 'Lovely to be here, C. It was great of David to give me a lift from the station as well.' 'Well, he's actually quite obedient when he wants to be. So I have some nice bits and pieces for dinner, nothing too fancy. More than enough good wine of course'. 'Of course!' David returned from the bathroom. 'Right, the tour!' David and Claire led Lydia around the cottage, pointing out every DIY triumph and particularly pleasing feature. The narrow corridors made it particularly easy for Lydia to continue to tease David, rubbing her bum against him every time she squeezed through a doorway, or offering the briefest brush of her lips against his neck whenever Claire had her back turned. For his part David had to concentrate on every 'Yes dear, I agree', whilst trying to keep his aching erection under control. 'And this is you.' The couple showed Lydia into the spare room and left her to freshen up, whilst they went downstairs to put the finishing touches to dinner. Lydia was left to her own devices. She stood in front the mirror, and slowly raised the skirt of her dress up around her waist. Her lace knickers made a white V against her tanned flesh. Eyes fixed on her reflection, Lydia slid her hand into her panties and begin to circle over her clit, fingers brushing the tuft of hair above her pussy. As she masturbated she thought of David, and the feeling of his twitching, bucking cock in her hand. She pictured herself being fucked by David on all fours in front of Claire, who would be restrained and helpless tied to a chair. She pictured herself stark naked in their bedroom, watching them fuck in the marital bed. She pictured David viciously fucking her arse on the back seat of his car, with her legs around his neck. She pictured David and her lying on the perfectly manicured lawn, fucking in the grass like animals. And she pictured herself with her face buried between Claire's pale thighs. She pictured all of this, and frigged her pussy into a shuddering, satisfying climax, one hand thrust against the mirror for support. As her breathing returned to normal, and she wiped her fingers on the towel that Claire had thoughtfully left her, Lydia had another idea. She slipped of her little knickers, and tucked them into her bra. Lydia came downstairs, and was immediately handed a large glass of merlot by Claire. 'Aha!Perfect!'. 'Come on through to the dining room, food's on the table. I'll just fetch the bread'. Claire returned to the kitchen and Lydia headed for the dining room, where David was ladling generous helpings of lasagne onto plates. She winked at him, reached into her bra, and retrieved her panties. Before he could stop her, she dropped the handful of damp lacy material onto his lap, and sat down opposite him. David just had the presence of mind to shove Lydia's knickers down his trousers before his wife swept into the room with a platter of hot bread. -- If David thought Lydia's teasing was over, then he was very much mistaken. As the trio ate and chatted, Lydia slipped off a shoe and kept up a constant stroking of his leg with her foot. Whilst David tried to pour wine with a steady hand, Lydia was circling his groin with her bare feet. And more than once he dropped forkfuls of lasagne onto his plate as her toes brushed his swollen cock. He was also uncomfortably aware of the lace edging of her knickers, that awkwardly tickled against his shaft. 'Hmm?' David realised he had lost track of the conversation, distracted by what was happening under the table. 'I said, "Tell Lydia about Tuscany"'. 'Oh right, yes. Well we're renting this villa- lovely place...' Lydia made appreciative noises, wide eyed and flushed with pleasure at the effect she was having. They continued to eat. Claire was oblivious to the heightened sexual tension between her husband and her guest. As they finished, Claire suggested dessert. It was decided that this could wait a while. As David stacked the plates, Lydia offered to help with the washing up. After the traditional 'We wouldn't dream of it' from the hosts, she eventually persuaded them otherwise. Claire moved into the living room with the wine, and started flicking through radio stations. David ran a sink full of hot water, and began to fill it with plates and cutlery. Lydia idly played with a tea towel, wrapping it around her finger compulsively. As they heard the living room door close, Lydia and David had the same thought. They lunged towards each other, lips meeting and tongues clashing. Aware that they had minutes, if that, David forcefully maneouvred Lydia up against the tall, heavy refrigerator. Her dress was swiftly rucked up around her waist, exposing her glistening cunt. David unzipped his trousers and retrieved Lydia's knickers from their hiding place. As she smirked, he wadded them into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth to serve as an impromptu gag. Lydia let out a muffled moan as his hands cupped the smooth globes of her arse, and brought her to him. He entered her in a single stroke, and she reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist. The danger, the lust, and the intensity of the moment meant that within seconds David felt fit to explode. He buried his face in Lydia's long hair as he fucked her hard against the fridge. Lydia moaned and bucked, whimpering as his thick cock filled her young pussy. The mouthful of wet lace smelt of cock and cunt. Lydia came first, biting down hard on the panties in her mouth. Flushed and sweaty, she groaned in triumpant climax. Seconds later David came too, his cock shooting its seed deep inside her. His orgasm was accompanied by an animalist grunt, his strong fingers bruising the delicate flesh of her bum. Lydia fell against David, feeling his come trickling inside her. Spitting her knickers out, she straightened out the crumpled material and slid them back up her long legs, pulling her skirt back down 'Might need these now'. A quick kiss, and they returned to washing up the dishes. TO BE CONTINUED... Weekend at Claire's Ch. 02 The sun had long gone down and the third bottle of wine was but a memory. Claire was curled on the sofa with her feet on David's lap, Lydia sprawled in an armchair, more than a little drunk. 'Bedtime?' Claire offered hopefully. David nodded his assent. 'Right Lyds, you know where the bathroom is? Cool, see you in the morning'. David and Claire headed upstairs, her slightly unsteadily. Lydia followed suit a few minutes later after draining the dregs of the wine. As she passed her hosts' bedroom, she heard an unmistakeable moaning sound. The doors of the old cottage were not perfectly fitted- where the ancient wood had warped over time there was a noticeable crack. Tipsy and reckless, Lydia put her eye to the door jamb. She was rewarded. Through the crack between the door and the wood she saw Claire on all fours, with David behind her thrusting. Claire was still fully clothed, apart from her jeans and blue knickers which were around her knees. Her skin was red and flushed, and David had a triumphant grip on her dirty blonde hair. David was fucking her hard, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. Her back was arched and her neck exposed. His hair pulling looked painful. Lydia felt her pussy tingle once more, as she watched Claire being fucked like a cheap tart. Her triumph was complete as she saw David mouth the name 'Lydia' over and over again as his hips pumped and thrust. She did not wait to watch them come, or to see Claire gasping her satisfaction. Although the idea of watching her friend climax was not intrinsically unappealing. Returning to her room, Lydia slipped off her cotton sundress, and unclipped her bra. Pulling a skimpy vest top on, she walked along the hallway to the bathroom and cleaned her teeth, still hearing the muffled moans and squeaks from the master bedroom. Edging back to her room along the dark hall she slipped into bed and switched out the bedside light. A quick glance at her phone revealed no messages. Lydia set the alarm and settled down to sleep. She was woken not by her phone, but by a light tapping at the door. She whispered her permission to enter, and was thrilled to see David slipping through the door. David was nude, the stiff black curls framing his cock as it hung between his thick thighs. His broad chest more than compensated for the slight swell of fat about his midriff, the consequence of lavish living and slightly too many missed gym sessions. Lydia slid from the bed and fell to her knees in silent supplication. She looked up at David pleadingly. He shook his head, and motioned for her to stand. As she straightened up he kissed her hard, his penis pressing against her stomach. Wordlessly the two kissed, frozen in a tableau in the half light. His hand reached down and tugged her knickers down, letting them fall around one ankle. David lowered Lydia onto the bed as her questioning hand wrapped itself around his cock. As she guided him inside her, Lydia arched her back in pleasure. And when she informed him that she could still feel his come inside her from their earlier session in the kitchen, he felt like he would burst. This time David took her slowly and intently, driving her into a succession of noiseless orgasms. Her knickers hung off her right ankle as they fucked. She came again and again. After what she felt must have been the sixth or seventh climax, she pushed him away, her pussy sore. 'No more darling, I think you've broken me'. Lydia lay sprawled across the bed, and began to wank David off towards his long deserved climax, whilst his hands explored her pert little breasts. 'Oh, better idea'. She whispered her thought. He nearly came in her hand. Lydia rolled over, her arse high in the air, and allowed David to kiss his way down her back. Reaching the swell of her buttocks, he ran his tongue down the crease, tasting the musky rivulets of sweat. His tongue flicked and lapped around the dark pucker, as Lydia buried her face in the pillow. Lydia tensed as she felt the thick helmet of his cock pressing against her. He leant forward and murmured encouragement into her ear, and circled her nipples in his palm. Lydia thrust a hand between her legs and began to stroke her clitoris. 'Go on...slowly'. There was a tangible pop as David penetrated her most intimate hole. He allowed her to acclimatise to this alien presence before slowly beginning to rock his hips against her, each thrust taking him deeper inside her bum. Lydia moaned at the complex mixture of pain and pleasure that she was experiencing, as her arse was fucked expertly by her lover. She came yet again as his hands clamped down over her boobs. David could barely control himself as he fucked Lydia. Anally penetrating this model-thin girl with a cut glass accent made him impossibly aroused. It felt like all his filthiest teenage fantasies about public school girls had come to life. Visions of white blouses and tartan skirts filled his mind. Understandably, he could not last any longer. This time David did not come inside Lydia, he withdrew at the last possible moment and fired his load across her tanned arse cheeks with a groan. His thick come splattered across her skin. He collapsed onto her back, his twitching cock pressed against her bum. 'Fuck', he stated flatly. 'Fuck', she agreed. Lydia rolled over, smearing his ejaculate against the bedsheets, before wriggling herself back into his arms. The two indulged in a little more kissing and petting, before he pulled himself away from her. 'I'd love to stay all night darling, but Claire will miss me'. Lydia pouted. 'Well. Ok then. See you tomorrow I suppose'. 'To be continued' he whispered as he slipped out the room. -- When Lydia awoke, she still ached between her legs. As she stretched in the morning light, she felt a further twinge. It had been a while since she had allowed a man into her arse, even David. She sensed that the weekend's debauchery had some way yet to go. Lydia wrapped a towel round herself and went to the bathroom. As she waited for the water to heat up she examined her naked self in the mirror. Lydia had never been the sort of girl to wish for bigger boobs, she was satisfied with her prenaturally pert pair, tipped with dark nut-brown nipples. She idly tweaked the dark hair above her pussy, neatly trimmed into a strip. The thought of shaving it came to her mind. Lydia stepped into the shower, clutching her bottle of shower gel, and exhaled appreciatively as the hot water hit her skin. The residual ache of well exerted muscles reminded her of the previous day's exploits. This thought aroused her. As she began to lather her firm young body Lydia began to fantasise again. She knew from the previous evening's conversation that a country walk was planned, and was already thinking of ways to separate David and Claire long enough for an al fresco fuck. Thoughts of trees and dirt and grass filled her mind. As she washed herself with foaming gel her nipples engorged, and she began to stroke herself in gentle circles. Her reverie was interrupted by a knock at the door. 'Breakfast in 10', called Claire. 'Ok, just coming!' shouted back Lydia. The interruption had lost her her train of thought. Lydia stepped out the shower and picked up her towel. She began to dry herself, the luxurious thick cotton caressing her long legs. Lydia noticed in the corner a large wicker laundry hamper. Intrigued, she opened the lid- and was immediately confronted by an elaborately lacy pair of black Brazilian-cut panties. Clearly Claire had been shopping at the sexier end of the underwear market. Lydia picked up Claire's discarded knickers, and inhaled the scent of her friend's cunt. It stirred something in her. She ran her tongue along the gusset, tasting them. She decided here was her entertainment for the morning. She pulled on Claire's panties. They were a little loose, but close enough for what she had planned. Digging deeper in the basket of dirty clothes, Lydia found another pair that appealed, a white pair of boy shorts- a little more generously cut. These smelt even richer than the black pair. Sitting on the toilet seat, Lydia began to frig herself through her friend's undies, the lace tickling her clit. With her left hand she pressed the white pair to her face, drowning in the scent of pussy. This double stimulation worked its magic quickly. Lydia imagined herself in a sweaty, red faced clinch with Claire. Her attraction to other girls was most usually expressed after a few drinks, but she enjoyed the taboo sensation of getting off over her best friend. As she drank in the spicy-hot cunt smell, her hand moved faster and faster, tenting the black lace of the knickers. Her stomach muscles tightened, and she began to emit short panting noises. Frigging faster, she imagined Claire straddling her thigh on the toilet, and grinding up against her. She imagined a flat Mancunian voice urging Lydia to fuck her cunt. She came hard, adding her own juices to those already secreted in the borrowed knickers. Lydia pressed as much of the material as she could into her pussy as she shook in climax. Her orgasm was swift but potent. The taste of pussy and sweat in her mouth felt like her own. Her morning lust slaked, Lydia returned Claire's knickers to the laundry basket, and once again wrapped her towel around herself. Switching off the bathroom light, she padded back along the landing. TO BE CONTINUED... Weekend at Claire's Ch. 03 Lydia returned to her room to dress, clean and satisfied. She rifled through her overnight bag, knowing that the plan for the day was a walk and a picnic. Lydia selected a small pair of denim shorts and a white vest top- out of consideration for the hot weather. Out of practicality she also threw a cardigan in her handbag. She put on her white bra from the day before, and a pair of pink cotton knickers, and slipped on some sandals. Having swiftly run a brush through her hair, Lydia joined David and Claire. As the trio breakfasted together Claire was solicitous of their guest. 'Did you sleep ok? I'm afraid that guest bedroom can get a little stuffy'. 'Oh, it was fine thanks. Much rather be too warm than too cold!' David and Lydia exchanged brief eye contact. 'At least you didn't have to share it with one of those pinstriped auditors you're so fond of' David quipped. This was a reference to a previous boyfriend, a Deloitte accountant that Claire had introduced Lydia to. He had not lasted long in her affections. 'Haha. Very funny, David'. Lydia enunciated every word, with sing-song sarcasm. 'Oh stop flirting with her, you horrible man', Claire interjected. 'Let's get going, it's lovely outside'. -- David parked the car, and picked up the picnic basket from the boot. After vaulting the fence, the three ambled up the gentle slope of the hill, Claire and Lydia chatting as they went. They spread out their rug in shade of a small copse. The view was perfect, not a soul to be seen for miles around. Claire settled down in the shade, whilst Lydia lay in the sun. She put on a large pair of sunglasses, and rolled up her top to just below her boobs. 'Any opportunity!' she called out. David surreptitiously admired the flat, tanned expanse of her stomach at every opportunity, and her seemingly endless legs. Naturally, Lydia was completely aware of this. Claire whispered into her husband's ear. 'I do apologise for my exhibitionist friend'. After a while, Claire's resolve broke. 'Right, picnic time!' This was enough to summon Lydia from her horizontal posture. The trio ate, drank and chatted. The food was excellent, 'from a darling little deli in Amersham' as Claire put it, and the sun warm. Lydia was horribly frustrated. There was no way that she and David would have a chance to sneak away from Claire for long enough to fuck. She decided to take alternative action. 'Do excuse me, nature calls' she trilled, and sashayed into the small stand of thick foliage. David managed a sneaky glance at her wiggling behind. Lydia knelt in the thick undergrowth, just yards from her friends. She could hear their conversation clearly. Some nonsense about olives, she pro, him vaguely anti. Usual married couples' rubbish she thought to herself. Lydia undid her shorts. Thrusting a hand into her knickers, she closed her eyes and once more imagined David taking her in the bushes. This time her fantasy involved being fucked face down, a fistful of her hair in his grip. Mud and dirt soiling her pretty skin. Yes that was it. Lydia imagined David screwing her like a cheap tart, forcing her head into the soil. Calling her a whore, a cunt, every name under the sun. His strong hands squeezing her tits. His cock up to its hilt inside her. Her short, sharp gasps were just quiet enough that Claire and David wouldn't hear. She came with a shudder, flooding her knickers with juices. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she bit her lip, as an exquisite glow filled her. As she returned to Claire and David, she sat back down on the rug and curled her legs underneath herself. Furtively, she wiped her cunt-wet fingers on the back of David's shirt. After lunch, Claire joined her for more sunbathing, whilst David buried himself in his copy of the Times. Claire removed her t-shirt, displaying her full breasts in a yellow, floral patterned bra. 'Hope you don't mind!' she said. 'Trying to keep the white marks down to a minimum. Nothing you haven't seen before I'm sure.' Lydia giggled, and lay back. 'I'll keep mine on to save poor David's blushes'. -- When they returned home, Claire announced that she felt unwell. 'Probably just the heat, but I think I could do with a lie down'. David was immediately sympathetic. 'That's fine darling, have a decent sleep. Don't hurry back. I'm sure Lyds and I will find something to do'. He flashed a meaningful look at Lydia. Doing her best to look equally sympathetic, Lydia offered to bring her friend tea, but Claire insisted that all she needed was a rest. She left, closing the living room door behind her. Desperately horny from their failed attempt at an outdoor shag, Lydia and David were in each others arms before Claire had even reached the top of the stairs. They kissed hard. Lydia's sharp little teeth nibbled at David's lip. They sank to the soft carpet together. Lydia straddled her lover's lap, kissing him insistently, as he unbuttoned her shorts and thrust a hand into her knickers. She ground herself against him, soaking his fingers. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she rocked back and forth. He managed to curl two fingers inside her, despite her restrictingly tight knickers. 'Hurry up David' she murmured into his ear, 'She can't sleep forever'. Taking this advice to heart, David yanked down her shorts, and Lydia wriggled out of them. He unzipped his trousers , and pulled down his white boxers, cock springing free from the elastic. Kneeling awkwardly astride him, Lydia pulled her panties to one side, and lowered herself onto his cock. In this semi-clad seated position, Lydia began to slowly rock against David, and he thrust to match her rhythm. She rode his cock faster and faster, his hands gripping her cotton-clad bum. Her neck flushed red as he fucked her. A thumping noise from upstairs stopped them both in their tracks. 'What the fuck was that?' David hissed. They froze, his cock still deep inside her. Another pause, and a creak of bedsprings. 'Fuck it, come on!' Lydia smothered his protests with kisses as she began to fuck him again, building back up to the frantic speed of before. David felt every contour of her tight cunt against his dick, and was spurred on by every gasp and moan from his receptive young lover. She whispered filthy come-ons into into his ear. 'Go on, go on, fuck yes, so good. Fuck me like her, pretend I'm Claire. Come on, fuck me like you do your wife'. This was the last straw for David. He exploded inside her with a deep groan, filling her with his seed. As he twitched inside her, Lydia climaxed simultaneously, throwing her head back in wordless ecstacy, and arching her back. She fell forward onto him, her long hair covering her face. They kissed. 'You just get better and better, darling', he said. Lydia rolled off him and adjusted her knickers, lying next to him on the carpet. In an act of mock obeisance, she kissed her way up his thigh and took his shrinking penis in her mouth. Gently, her tongue cleaned it of his cum and her juices.