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Making Tim Happy: Expanded

By: Alan D



Author's note:

This is a major rewrite of the original story. Your input told me I had rushed you through the development of their relationships and left too many things unexplained. Hopefully this will make it all clear to you….

Any comments?

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"You're missing the show," said Eric with an evil smile. 

"What do you mean?" answered David, totally nonplussed.

"He's doing it again, - I can't believe he gets away with this stuff! The money helps, of course, but still…" Eric shook his head, an incredulous look on his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" said David, getting annoyed.

"Jim Evans," said Eric, - "He's got another foxy babe giving him a hand job right there, at the table. He is such a sleaze-bag, and doesn't he just look the part. I can't believe these women put out for him all the time."

"Jim Evans? That jerk! Where?" asked David, his interest suddenly peaked.

"Right behind you, at the table in the alcove, and she's a looker, - very classy, - much too good for someone like him. – No! Don't turn around!" He stopped David in the nick of time. 

David realized he could get a glimpse of the table in the mirror on the wall behind Eric, and moved his chair slightly to get a better view. They were in 'Umbria', an up-market restaurant in Springfield, 100 miles from David's hometown, having a leisurely business dinner after attending a conference. 

David could see the woman in sort of a side view, since she was half facing the man she was sitting closely beside. Her long wavy black hair hung over most of her face, and she had her hand down underneath the table as she leaned forward. Evans was leaning back, eyes closed, with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly enjoying himself. He did look like the sleaze-bag he was, David thought; she really was much to good for someone like him. Her outfit was simple but elegant and what he could see of her figure was very impressive.

"Shit, you're right, Eric!" Dave said, suddenly seeing the unmistakable signs of the woman's arm moving up and down in the jerk's lap. "How do they get away with this in the middle of a restaurant?"

"Like I said, - Money!" said Eric. "You know he has lots and lots of it, he owns big chunks of every town in a 100 mile radius from here. I heard he just tips the waiter, the Maitre D' and the manager a few hundred each to leave him alone, and if anyone complains, the manager will sort it out. It's sick, really!"

"Shit, she is going to give him a blow job right here! I can't believe this!" David was blown away by the action at the table behind him. The woman's body language showed that she wasn't at all happy about the development, - she resisted at first, but his hand behind her neck had her bending down and almost disappearing from view. Pretty soon her head was bobbing up and down in his lap. David and Eric were taking it all in; David was too shocked to say anything, but Eric kept up a running commentary.

"She's doing a great job on him, - long slow strokes now, - he's enjoying the hell out of it. He's looking around the place now, to make sure everyone sees what a big guy he is, getting this 'lady' to blow him wherever and whenever he wants. Oh, - she's speeding up, - he's getting ready to blow any moment. Look at his face getting red, - yep there he comes, looks like a good one, - one, two, three, four, - five, - Jesus, six spurts, no - seven. Here she comes up for air, - she doesn't look happy about this, wiping her mouth and having a drink."

"I can see it too, Eric," said David, getting annoyed with his colleague. 'But you're right, she doesn't look happ.., - Holy Shit, that's Claire!!!!"

"You know her?!" asked Eric incredulously. "Does she put out for everyone, or does she go for the money?"

David was dumbstruck, but his mind was working overtime. "Claire!" he thought. "But that's impossible! No, it is her all right. But…" He suddenly realized that Eric was waiting for an answer. He shook himself mentally and realized that Eric would be the last person he wanted to tell anything to.

"No, that's not her, - he said. Looks a little like her, - for a moment I took her for someone I used to know in New York, but she would be older that that now." Eric looked at him a little funny, but decided to let it go.

They went back to their conversation, now that the show was over, but David kept looking at Claire in the mirror, trying hard not to give Eric any reason to probe some more. He realized suddenly that Eric had stopped talking and was looking at him again. "You sure that's not her?" he said, a little suspicion in his voice. 

"Yes, I'm sure," said David. "I keep looking at her, but it definitely isn't her."

The couple behind him called for the bill, just as Eric excused himself to go to the bathroom. As soon as Eric was gone, David turned around and looked at Claire. She must have felt her eyes on him, because she suddenly looked straight at him and went white as a ghost. Her mouth dropped open and she started shaking. Panic stricken, she got up and left the table almost at a run. Jim Evans looked at her disappearing back, then at David. David shrugged and turned back to his table. In the mirror he could see Evans get up and leave as well, - a pile of bills on the table would take care of any unpleasantness.

David took a long swig of his wine glass. Jesus Christ! Claire, - of all people. He got mad, then sad, then mad again. He was in no mood for further conversation when Eric came back, and the evening ended soon afterwards. David headed for his hotel, his mind in a spin. The bitch! How could she treat Tim like that? She deserved to be horsewhipped!

Back at the hotel he had another drink and thought seriously about Claire, and Tim, her husband, - a close friend at college, who married Claire after a three-week romance. He had been best man at their wedding, for Christ's sake! He was getting mad again. Did Tim know about this, he wondered, - it didn't seem possible. He was sure Tim would be deeply hurt if he knew. How could she do this to his old buddy? 

David wondered what had happened to their marriage. He knew it wasn't going so well, but this?! According to Tim, Claire was not a very loving wife. Whenever he met her, he was struck by her aloof and prim manner. Despite a dynamite figure, she always dressed so conservatively as to be downright depressing, and he couldn't remember ever seeing a glint of humor or love in her eyes. She would constantly give Tim a hard time, and she would be ruthless with David, if she felt he was leading Tim astray in any way.

He hadn't been seeing Tim a lot lately, they were both busy people, but Tim had confided in David at a low point about a year after their wedding that they would only have sex when Claire took the initiative, and that wasn't often, and although it was good when it happened, she just left for the bathroom as soon as it was over. And here she was, giving head to a sleazebag in a restaurant!?!

She needed a lesson, he decided. And since Tim was never going to give it to her, HE would! And he had all the ammunition he needed.

* * * *

When David came home a few days later, there were a whole bunch of messages on his answering machine, all from Claire, - sounding more and more agitated for every new message. They all said pretty much the same thing, - I want to talk to you…. don't make fool of yourself…. I want to see you right away…"

The phone didn't take long to ring again. "Hello, this is David."

"David, you are home at last. I want to talk to you right away!"

It was Claire, of course. David's hackles rose at her imperious tone, She was obviously going on the attack, - he expected nothing else, but he thought that seeing him in the restaurant just might have given her a wake-up call.

"I think you had better come over," he said and hung up. She was there in 3 minutes, she must have been calling from her car, somewhere just around the corner. She was dressed in her usual conservative outfit, her hair in a bun, with no make-up, and looking aggressive.

"David," she said, arms akimbo and glaring at him. "Before you make a big mistake, I want to warn you about saying anything to anyone about the other night! It's nothing like what you obviously thought, and Tim would never believe you anyway, so unless you want to lose a friend, just keep your big mouth shut!"

David burst out laughing, he couldn't help it .Did she actually think she could browbeat him into keeping quiet about the whole thing? Or was it just bluster, covering up her fear of exposure?

Claire's face darkened in anger and she raised her hand as if to hit him. Still laughing, David grabbed her arm and shoved her down in a chair. 

"Sit down and shut up!" he said forcefully. Claire suddenly looked less angry and aggressive, but wasn't ready to fold by any means. His laughter obviously riled her. 

"What do you think you're doing, David?" she hissed. "Have you started hitting women now, - too afraid to take on a guy?" David sat down opposite her and folded his arms, saying nothing, but clearly waiting for her to stop ranting. She sputtered a few more invectives, then rose from the chair again. 

"I said SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" David suddenly bellowed, his cool finally evaporating. That had an effect! Claire's face showed some uncertainty this time, and she did shut up, even if her mouth was closed in a hard grimace and her body language said she was still not ready to listen.

David said nothing, just waited her out. Slowly her anger was replaced by insecurity and worry, as she looked at his implacable face. David waited until he felt she was listening and then calmly asked: "Claire, how do you feel about Tim? Do you love him, - have you ever loved him?" Those clearly weren't the words she expected, but they triggered total collapse in her, shocking him with its suddenness. She must have been frightened under her hard exterior. 

"David, please don't say anything to Tim," she pleaded, - tears running down her cheeks." I made a terrible mistake, and I am sorry, - I really am!"

"Do you love him, Claire?" David repeated

She was sobbing now, just scared and unhappy, no anger left in her. "Yes, I do," she whispered miserably, "I do love him, the other night…"

"I don't want to know what happened," said David, cutting off her explanation. "I just needed to know that so I can decide what is best for Tim, - helping him get rid of you for good, or trying to make his life less miserable with you still there as his wife."

Her crying slowed down and she looked up, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"If I thought you didn't love him, I would call him up right now, tell him everything and be his star witness in the divorce", David said. "He would soon be much happier than with the life you have made him suffer. Only problem is, he still loves you, which I don't understand, but it's a fact" Her face showed some life at that.

"But because of that, I will no longer stand by and watch you make him so miserable. So if you have any interest in keeping your marriage and the big house and the fancy car and everything else, you will do EXACTLY what I tell you to do. Any sign of balking, and I will go back to the first plan, because then I will know it will never work."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, - hopeful and apprehensive at the same time.

"I don't know yet," David said. "I need to talk to Tim first, and find out what HE wants. But I'll let you know. In the meantime you will be NICE to Tim! Do you even understand what NICE means?"

"I understand", Claire whispered, but there was hope in her eyes, knowing that David wasn't just going to blow the whistle. David wasn't too sure about her sincerity, it had been a little too quick and convenient to just proclaim love and get out of jail free. 

"Do you agree to do exactly what I tell you to do? Do you understand what that means?" She looked uncertain again, getting a mental image of all kinds of things he might ask of her. "I won't hurt you, and I won't hurt Tim, but I am sure I will make you very uncomfortable with some of the things I will ask you to do."

Claire thought for a while and nodded. "I will do exactly as you say, as long as you stick to those rules. Don't hurt Tim and don't hurt me!" David was happy to hear that she put them in that order; that was already a major step forward.

"Stand up," he said suddenly. Claire hesitated, but did as he asked, understanding that this was how it would be. "Take your clothes off," he said, still in a calm and neutral voice.

Claire stood stock still, her face a mixture of shock and anger. "You little shit!" she exploded. "I thought you were actually going to be nice, and all you want is a piece of the action. Go fuck yourself!" 

"I won't deny that I will enjoy this," David replied with a faint smile, "but this won't hurt you and it won't hurt Tim. I won't do anything terrible, and besides, you are hardly in a position to call the kettle black."

Claire calmed down a bit, but wasn't ready to go along. David sighed. "This isn't going to work, you know. I will just call Tim and get this over with. You will never do this willingly, - I can see that now."

Claire suddenly became cooperative. "No don't!" she exclaimed. "I'll do what you want, just don't tell Tim!" David said nothing as she reached for her blouse and started unbuttoning. He just sat and watched as she took her clothes off. She was just undressing; there was nothing erotic in her actions. David still felt himself get hard as she slowly revealed her body in all its glory, - for glorious it was.

She was quickly down to her bra and underpants, which were tan colored, utilitarian, heavy and sexless. She looked at him pleadingly, but he stared her down, and she sighed and continued. Taking her bra off she blushed and her breathing became a little faster. She dropped her bra by her side and let him look at her, her arms hanging by her side. David was pleased that she didn't try to cover up. Maybe she was going to cooperate after all. 

Her breasts were magnificent1 High and firm, medium sized with no hint of sag. Her skin was flawless, with faint tan lines, accentuating the nakedness of the breasts. Her nipples were a deep rose and were hardening under his gaze. He nodded for her to continue. She was hesitating now, not wanting the last vestige of dignity to disappear. 

She turned her back on him and slid her ungainly underpants down her shapely legs, revealing a perky bottom and a small tattoo where her back became two cheeks. As she bent over, David could see her pussy lips emerging, plump and inviting, almost covered with black curly hair. She stepped out of her drawers and after a brief hesitation, turned to face him. 

David was enjoying himself, "maybe too much," he thought. "How do you feel?" he asked Claire. She looked puzzled that he should ask such a thing. 

"Embarrassed," she said with a frown. "Why are you doing this to me? I don't even do this for Tim!"

"Lesson 1: You will undress completely for Tim and let him look at your naked body whenever you are together in the bedroom. You will sit naked on the bed and spread your legs, and you will find opportunities to bend over and shown him your ass. You will not wear any clothes when you go to bed! Do you understand?"

Comprehension and relief dawned in her face. "You mean you aren't going to fuck me?" she said finally. "I thought…"

I know what you thought", David said, "and you should be ashamed of yourself for jumping to the worst conclusions. I was glad to see that you did as I told you anyway, though." Maybe, just maybe, she IS willing to do what I ask of her, he thought

"What do you want me to do now?" she said uncertainly, obviously worried about where this was headed.

"If you understood what I was trying to get across to you, get dressed, go home to Tim and BE NICE TO HIM!" With relief, she reached for her underwear. "Leave those," he said. "You won't need them tonight, and go braless every day as much as you can. You will learn to enjoy it."

She put on her other clothes and looked at him. "What are you going to talk to Tim about?" she asked, uncertainty obvious in her voice. "Can I be there when you do? And I want to tell you about the other night. It isn't what…" 

"Stop, - I don't want to hear about that disgraceful episode. And no, you can't be there when we talk, - this is between Tim and myself. He will never open up and be truthful with you in the room. You just have to trust me!"

She left, and David saw her to the door. Her unfettered breasts were alive under her nondescript blouse, and her nipples were hard. She noticed his glance and blushed again as she walked away without saying goodbye. David closed the door and headed for the phone.

* * *

"Hey, Tim, Its Dave, - Long time no see, - What's happening?" David made his first post-apocalyptic call to his friend.

"Hey Dave, - how's tricks, Dude?"

They chatted amiably for a while, trivial talk; just two buddies catching up and shooting the breeze. David slowly brought the discussion around to Claire, and Tim's voice took on a tired, resigned tone. 

"Dave, what can I say, - I married her because I loved her, and I intend to stick with her, no matter how miserable I am." David could hardly contain himself, thinking about Claire's deceit and betrayal. How could that bitch just walk all over his friend?


"How about a drink and a talk, Tim?" David said after a while. "We can catch up, - and maybe we can sort you out, this thing with Claire is killing you, man."

They decided on a watering hole, and soon found themselves, drinks in hand, relaxed and talking amicably. Tim was doing well in his real estate business, had some big deals going, he said. David described his consultancy business; both of them had seen success and were comfortable in their work. Neither of them had been that successful with romance in their lives. David described a series of short-term relationships, some had the makings of something more, but nothing had come of them, and they had just let it end, each time.

Tim's unhappy marriage was next on the agenda. "She is so cold and, - well, - uncaring, I guess. I try to kiss her, and she backs away, - I try to cuddle her in bed and she turns over to face the wall. I want to see her in a bikini; she wears a one-piece that would have suited my grandmother. I'm not a sex-fiend, Dave, but a man needs some comfort and love in life." Tim was more outspoken that he usually was, - maybe David's sincere interest encouraged him to be more open.

"I even had a brief affair with my secretary, but that didn't work out, - I should have known…"

"What happened with that?" said David, interested and a little concerned.

"Well, it just didn't work, - we were hot at first, but she was always after me after the first few weeks, wanting to do it this way and that, and there was no pleasing her. Nothing I did was right. So in the end, she quit and left and I actually didn't mind. It hadn't done much for me, and it didn't help with the Claire situation. I just want that to work, but if anything it's getting worse."

"So let's do something about this, Tim," said David. "Let's make a list of things you would like to see changed, then we'll prioritize them and go after them one by one. We'll get this sorted out yet, just you wait and see."

Tim laughed; self-deprecation mixed with genuine mirth. "You're too much, Dave," he said. "Why didn't we make this decision four years ago, then I would have been happy now. Oh hell, - what makes you think she will ever change, for Pete's sake? I mean, she loves me in her own way, but change? – I don't think so!"

"It's worth a try, though, Tim, - isn't it? If it fails it fails, and you're no worse off. If it works, you are looking at a new life, my friend, - a new life." David could see Tim was thinking about it, his face looked happier, as if he could visualize it happening. David decided to strike while the iron was hot. 


Making Tim Happy: Expanded



"So what are the five things you would most like to see changed?" They went into a different discussion now. Tim was livening up, coming up with idea after idea, more animated than David could remember seeing him for years. The started writing things down, sorted them into categories, grouped them together and ended up with four items.

Claire should show affection in public, and stop putting Tim down all the time 

Claire should be more sexy, show off her body more and enjoy it

Claire should want to make love whenever Tim wants 

Claire should enjoy being with Tim and doing the things Tim likes

Tim looked at the list with disbelief. "You have got to be kidding!" he said, shaking his head. "This will never happen. I'd love it to happen, - God, - I'd love this, - but, - oh, forget it. Nice dream, but…"

"Stop that, Tim," David said, willing Tim to steel himself for the effort. "If that's what you believe, that's what's going to happen. If you believe it will change, it will change. I guarantee it!" He knew that Tim was going to need all the help he could get, and he also knew that he had the leverage to at least start the process, even if there would be a lot of pretending on Claire's part. Maybe, - just maybe she actually would change, - he DID believe that she loved Tim, despite her demeanor and behavior. 

"Now Tim, - to be fair, let's talk about what Claire might like changed about you." Tim looked suddenly uncomfortable. 

"I know I have been kind of neglecting her, and working too much, and she always talks about having kids, but Christ, Dave, She is such a bitch sometimes, I don't even know if this will work out between us in the long run."

They sat down and worked out another four items for Tim to change, but Tim wasn't at all sure they were the right ones. "I think you should talk to Claire," he said suddenly. "Maybe she'll give you a bucketful of crap, but maybe she'll be surprised enough to tell you why she is the way she is." 

OK," said David. "You keep these things in mind and see if you can change how you act. But one thing at a time. Let's get started with changing Claire, and when I find an opportunity, I'll talk to her. I also think I should be with you as much as possible for a while, Tim. That way we will be two against one, and if I'm there, at least she will have to behave a bit nicer to you. How about inviting me to dinner tonight, then we can get started right away?" Tim's face lit up, he was beginning to look forward to this…

* * * * 

"Claire, honey, - I have invited Tim over for dinner tonight, we have been having a few drinks and he doesn't have any other plans for tonight, so…. Yeah, I know it's short notice, but…. Yes I know I should have asked you first, but... Yes but … Yes another night would probably be better, but…"

"Let me talk to her", David said, suddenly getting angry again. "Claire, it's me, - Dave. What is this about making it another night? I'm sure you have something we can rustle together, - I'll be right there to help you sort things out, don't worry about a thing… OK? We'll be there in about 15, - see you then. Ciao." Tim's mouth hung open.

"She agreed?" he said, gob smacked. "How did you talk her into that? I was sure she would shoot you right down as always."

"See?" David said with a grin, - "you never know until you try, do you. Just remember that!" 

Claire looked up from her book as they entered, carrying a couple of bottles of red wine and talking animatedly. She smiled a thin smile, trying to make an effort, but not much of one. "There you are," she said, her voice flat and arctic.

"Claire, my darling," said David, walking up to her and taking her hands, lifting her to her feet. "That's no way to greet your beloved husband and his best friend! Now give me a hug and him a kiss and let's see that famous smile of yours. Wouldn't that be NICE?" He squeezed her hand as he said the word 'nice', and she went stiff as her face reflected her understanding of the conditions.

Putting a much better effort into her smile, she let out a small laugh and gave him a chaste hug. "You are such a charmer, aren't you, David?" She walked over to Tim and kissed him. Not a deep passionate kiss, but a respectable enough job nevertheless. She even held him close as she kissed him. Tim wasted no time; he held her tight and kissed her back. David could see Tim's eyes looking at him, with disbelief, bewilderment and joy all mixed into one expression. 

"How about a drink?" Tim said, finally letting her go. "We got some nice Oregon Merlot, let me get some glasses. 

David caught Claire's eye and nodded slightly towards the kitchen. "I'll get the glasses, Tim," she said quickly. "You sit down and get comfortable. She disappeared into the kitchen and Tim looked at David in bewilderment. 

"What's got into her?" he said. She hasn't been this friendly since the wedding!"

"I guess she agreed that she wasn't greeting you very nicely and wants to make up for it," David said innocently. "Have you ever told her anything like that?"

"Yes, - at least I think I have," Tim answered hesitantly. This was a new concept for him, and he wasn't buying it quite yet. But he wasn't arguing with the change, - he couldn't stop grinning when Claire came back with the wine and some cheese and crackers for them. 

David nodded to Claire. "That's NICE" 

They sat and talked a bit, about nothing special, - work, sports, news. Opened a second bottle of wine. They were all nicely relaxed, even Claire had a genuinely pleasant expression on her face. She was still sitting primly on a chair though, dressed in her usual uptight outfit. 

"You don't look very comfortable, Claire," David said, ready to take the next step. "Aren't those your work clothes? Put something more comfortable on, - no need to be all dressed up for us." 

"Yes, Claire, - relax and put on something nice." Tim inadvertently used the key word, and Claire looked at David accusingly. He shook his head almost imperceptibly, and Claire relaxed again. 

David nodded to her. "Go ahead Claire, - something NICE and relaxing."

Reluctantly, she left and went upstairs. "This is a first," said Tim, smiling happily. "She usually stays in those matronly outfits until bedtime." 

"See what happens when you ask nicely?"

Claire came back down in a loose skirt and a close-fitting top. David and Tim both whistled. 

"Very NICE!" 

"That looks really good on you sweetheart!" 

Claire smiled, a little stiff and uncomfortable, but secretly pleased with the reaction. She relaxed again and sat down in the couch, next to Tim. He put his hand on her thigh. He obviously expected it to be promptly removed, but after a quick look at David, Claire covered Tim's hand with her own, and squeezed it. Tim was becoming a believer. His pleasure was written all over his face.

Dinner was actually a fun time for the three of them. The conversation ranged wide. Even Claire chipped in with opinions. In the beginning her tone was a bit sharp and biting, but every time, David responded with "Can you say that another way, Claire, - I didn't quite understand your point." After a few of those, she got the message and the discussion became quite animated and friendly.

The meal ended and the wine was all gone. "How about a glass of Port?" Tim offered.

Nods all around, and the evening continued back in the lounge. 

"That bra of yours looks a bit tight, Claire," David said after a while. He was getting ready to step it up another notch, after the success so far. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable with it off?" Claire glared at him, but with only a fraction of her normal heat. She was feeling mellow, and she knew the score by now.

She protested a bit, but Tim encouraged her immediately. "Go on, Claire, it's only us, and you have a gorgeous body, there is no need to be ashamed of it." Tim was getting a little drunk and happy, beaming broadly at everyone and everything. Claire looked at him, then at David. With her decision predetermined, she decided to make the best of it. 

"Here?" she asked, in a mock innocent, bashful voice. "You want me to take it off here, with you guys watching?" Tim wanted it in the worst way, and by now he suspected that David was the key to all of this happiness. 

"Go ahead, baby, it's only Dave, he's seen it all before." Claire shot David a quick glance, - had he told Tim about her stripping for him, - no, of course not… 

Coyly she turned her back on them and lifted her top in the back, reaching to undo the clasp of her bra. Tim leaped up from the sofa, staggered for an instance and reached around her to help. "Let me do it," he pleaded, slurring his words a little. Claire dropped her hands while Tim struggled for a second with the clasp, then opened it and reached for her newly freed breasts. 

Claire sidestepped him expertly and took a couple of steps away. "Calm down, Tim, - we have a guest, remember." Tim mumbled something guiltily and sat down. Claire looked at David and reached up her sleeves, pulling the loops over her wrists and the bra was gone. Her breasts seemed to spring up as if suddenly let loose from painful confinement. Her top wasn't transparent, but it was close fitting, and now molded itself to every curve. Her breasts looked like they were individually wrapped, nipples hard and prominent. Tim started at them, breathing heavily.

"God, you're beautiful, Claire!" he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "Come here." She went close to where he was sitting on the sofa, standing between his spread knees. Quick as a flash his hands shot up under her skirt and pulled her panties down past her knees. 

"Tim!" she shrieked. "Are you crazy? Get your filthy hands off me!" Tim looked thunderstruck, and David knew it was time to get control again.

"Calm down, Claire, for Christ's sake! He is your husband, and he isn't hurting you, is he?" The phrase cut through her anger, and she got her temper back under control as quickly as it had flared up. She was walking a thin line and she knew it.

"Sorry, Tim, - you just surprised me, that's all. Of course you're my husband, and it's OK for you to touch me. I'm a bit self-conscious with David here, you know. I don't want him to see things that he shouldn't."

As far as Tim was concerned, he now had ample confirmation that it was David's presence and intervention that had made these changes possible, - apparently Claire would agree with anything he said. He was not about to let David get away before he had enjoyed the situation fully. "David doesn't mind, and I don't mind, so why should you mind?" was a logical question for him at that point, flawed as it may have been. He pulled Claire down in the couch beside him again and put one hand around her back, the other on her thigh.

Before long his hands were burrowing under her clothes, one hand up her back and one hand up her thigh. Claire squirmed and her eyes begged David to let her off, but she didn't really expect him to. This was her punishment, and she was becoming resigned to it. Her body became more and more uncovered as Tim explored. Her top had ridden up to where it showed the underside of her breasts; her skirt was high on her thighs, her dark vee barely visible between them. Tim had no thought or eyes for anything or anyone except Claire's body. 

David was enjoying himself too. His penis was aching and uncomfortable in his pants, - hard again from seeing Claire's beautiful body exposed once again. The action he was watching was getting increasingly pornographic. He adjusted his dick in his pants as Clare watched him. Claire was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol and the sexual excitement as well, breathing a little quicker. David nodded towards Tim's throbbing hard-on, standing straight up in the confines of his pants. 

"Take it," he mouthed silently. Claire hesitated, but under David's steady gaze she reached out and grasped Tim's hardness through his pants and started moving her hand slowly. Tim was now totally oblivious to anything, and lifted Claire's top up to her neck, exposing her breasts fully, before he leaned down to suck on them one by one. His other hand had reached home base between her legs and he was caressing her pussy, the wetness glistening on his fingers as David looked on. 

David stood up and moved towards the door. Tim was too busy to notice, but Claire gave him a look of thanks. "Remember – NICE!" he mouthed again and waved a little goodbye, before letting himself out. His last glimpse was of Claire, with Tim's dick deep in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down with obvious enjoyment.

"Not bad for one day's work, even if I guess I'll miss the show again," he chuckled to himself as he walked to the car.

* * * * *

Tim rang about 11 am next morning. David was preoccupied with the view from his home office window, and ignored the ringing at first. His neighbor Paula was getting ready for her daily sunning session on her deck, and had just removed her bikini top. The phone kept ringing, and he snatched it up, not taking his eyes from the blonde vision next door. "This is David," he said gruffly, hoping it would be a wrong number. Paula was putting lotion on her breasts now, and David kept staring through his half drawn blinds. "God, she is hot!' he said to himself for the umpteenth time. Paula's sunning was a ritual she didn't miss many days, - and neither did David.

"Dave, - its Tim! Are you there?" David was suddenly aware of the phone in his hand and the fact that someone had been speaking to him for a while. 

"Tim, - hey, how did it go last night, man?" Paula was lying down on her lounge chair, her lovely breasts standing proud on her chest and her legs slightly spread, one knee bent slightly. David had to adjust himself to relieve the pressure from his now tight shorts. 

"Dave, it was awesome, - better than my honeymoon! I couldn't believe it, - she gave me a blowjob, sucked me in like a pro and left me bone dry! Then she sucked me hard again and we fucked like rabbits. Then this morning she walks around stark naked and I grabbed her of course and we had it off again. I LOVED IT! Thanks, man, - I really owe you a big one for this!'

"I just made a couple of suggestions," David protested, - he didn't want Tim to know that he had anything to do with Claire's sudden changes in behavior. Paula rolled over and pulled her bikini bottoms into her crack, making them all but disappear between her firm globes.

"When did you leave, anyway?" asked Tim. "I got kind of involved and didn't notice when you left" It was Paula's ass that was getting the lotion treatment now. She lifted her upper body on one elbow as she twisted and applied lotion with the other hand. Her breasts hung free from her torso, in full view for David. He groaned.

"Dave! I said, when did you leave? Tim was getting annoyed with the long pauses with no reply.

"Oh, you had just started making out," said David, not wanting to make Tim uncomfortable, but Tim obviously had no sense of awkwardness about the whole thing.

"Did you see her tits?" he asked with a giggle, - I love those tits, don't you?" Paula and Claire's breasts were superimposed in David's mind and he had to make another adjustment to his dick. His cell phone started beeping.

"Hang on, Tim, I have another call. Hello, this is David" 

"David, it's Claire" Paula had glanced over at his window, but obviously concluded that no one was watching, because she was now pulling her bottoms off and lying back down in the chair with her legs slightly spread.

"Christ, what a sight!" David exclaimed, suddenly oblivious of the fact that he was holding a phone in each hand. 

"So you did see them?" said Time excitedly. "That's great, man, - I wanted you to see how hot she really is."

"So you got a little hot last night, did you?" asked Claire in a mocking voice. "Too bad you left, - you could have gotten a real eyeful!"

David suddenly realized that they both thought his comment was meant for them. At the same time he was getting an eyeful right then and there, as Paula turned over on her back, her blonde pussy curls shining in the sun. He shook his head and focused on the phone situation.

"Tim, I got another call here, I have to get back to you, OK" 

"Tim? Is Tim there?" said Claire defensively. 

"No, I was talking to him on the phone, - I just hung up with him."

'What did he say, what did you tell him? You didn't tell him…?"

"Relax, Claire, - a deal is a deal, and you behaved yourself last night, - and this morning, I hear!"

"I am trying, David, I really am, but it isn't going to be easy! I know David had a good time last night, and again this morning, as you so kindly pointed out, but I didn't! Wham Bang, thank you ma'm is what I got, - both times! You can't expect me to put out and get nothing in return, for chrissake!"

"Get a grip, Claire! I want to make Tim happy, - you are a distant second at this point! Learn to live with it, - figure out how to turn him on and get yourself turned on as well, - it's the least you owe your husband. If that's too much to ask, plan B is always an alternative!"

Claire had gone silent, - reminded of the sordid situation, she lost all steam. "Did you hear me, Claire?"

"I hear you, you sanctimonious bastard," she said, but there was no fire in her voice, just a tired resignation.

"I want you over here at 6 pm on Thursday, I know that's Tim's night out, so he won't miss you. And Claire, wear the sexiest outfit you have!"

* * * * * 

For the next few mornings Paula's sun tan ritual and Tim's call happened like clockwork. Paula getting more and more blatant in her display, and Tim getting almost complacent about reporting on his suddenly supercharged sex life. David tried to interject a few questions about how Claire felt about their new relationship, but sadly, Tim seemed to be missing the point. He was very, very happy with all the pleasure he was getting, but puzzled when David asked if Claire enjoyed it as well. 

"Yeah, sure, sure, she is hot as anything, I tell you, she wipes me out in no time flat. I sleep like a baby, then another quickie in the morning, - I tell you it's awesome! She's still a bit stiff sometimes, but that'll sort itself out. Hey, why don't you come over for drinks on Saturday, see for yourself?"

* * * * *

Thursday night Claire rang the bell at 6 pm precisely, looking resigned but composed. David let her in and sat her down in the sofa. He looked her over, and shook his head. She had made some effort to be sexy, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and was dressed in the same top and skirt she had been wearing the night of the dinner. That was it, however, - even her panty-line gave away the fact that her old boring panties were back. Flat shoes, pantyhose, hair in a ponytail, make-up severe and a forbidding look on her face completed the picture of someone who doesn't want to know.

"That's it?" he said, incredulously. "That's the sexiest outfit you have"? 

"What the hell do you want, anyway"? Claire retorted. Do you want me to get naked again or what"?

"Oh, boy, - this is going to be a challenge…." David talked to her non-stop for the best part of an hour, giving her no chance to interject, ignoring her questions, rolling over objections. Her attitude went from rebellion to incomprehension to uncertainty to amusement to recognition to reluctant acceptance.

"I guess it makes some kind of weird sense," she admitted as he finally ran down and came to a stop. "It just seems so deliberately fake and insincere and even ridiculous in many respects, but I guess I get the idea. 'Think lust and let it show', 'build-up with giving glimpses and furtive views, semi-transparency and slits', 'touching as if accidental', - what did I forget?

OH, yes, - 'teach myself how to enjoy it"




Making Tim Happy: Expanded



"Not bad," said David, laughing. We covered a few more items, but I think you got the gist of it. Now for your test."

"Test" Claire was getting jittery again.

"I want you to go up to my bedroom and find something to wear, then come down as the sexy Claire." 

"So you want another peep show, do you? Why don't I just strip again so you can ogle my tits and my pussy some more? You liked that, - I could tell." Her blush ruined the effect of her defiant statement. David suddenly knew that she had enjoyed it as well, despite her reluctance. 

"Maybe later," said David with a grin. 

Claire disappeared upstairs. David could hear her rummaging, then the shower running, then silence for a long time. "What was she doing?" he wondered. Would she find anything to wear or come down as she had been before?" He didn't have a lot of confidence in her understanding of what was sexy.

The first thing he saw was her bare legs as she finally she came down, - ankles, knees, thighs, - so far so good. She skipped down the last few steps and stood before him again, dressed in one of his dress shirts. Her hair was hanging in soft long curls around her face and shoulders and she had removed most of her make-up, using only a little lipstick and some mascara. The top four buttons on the shirt were open, and it hung down to just past her ass. She walked past David's chair, trailing her hand across his shoulder. Moving towards the sofa, she looked back over her shoulder at David with an unfathomable look. 

"What do we do now, David?" she said in a low, sexy voice. She bent over to straighten a cushion and the shirt pulled up to show the beginning of her ass before she sat down. She curled her knees up under her in the sofa and tucked the shirt around them. As she leaned back into the cushion, the next button on her shirt popped open, and her right breast peeped out, but she didn't seem to notice.

David's mouth was suddenly dry. "She's naked under that shirt," he thought. "I can't believe she did this." 

"Very good, Claire" he said, desperately trying to maintain his composure, but suddenly felt as if he was no longer in command of the situation. 

"I guess it does work", said Claire, - satisfaction in her voice and face. "Do you like this, David? Do I look sexy?"

His face and his erection gave him away; there was no need to talk. Claire moved in the sofa, and the gap in the shirt became wider. She stretched her arms above her head. "This certainly is comfortable, David," she said teasingly as the shirt crept up above her knees and her ass became visible once more. She moved her knees apart, giving him a glimpse of the black curls between her legs.

Toying with the buttons, she managed to open the last one, baring her stomach and the swell of both breasts. She held the edges together, hiding most of her pussy, but he could see the moisture on her thigh and the swelling of her nipples also showed her arousal.

David was struggling to retain control of his feelings. He was getting seriously aroused, and had started fantasizing about where this might end. "Tim," he thought. "I can't fail Tim, - he's my friend" "But look at her, you idiot", came a voice from his groin. "She wants it, and she's sooo hot!"

"Stand up, and take your clothes off," she said suddenly, in a commanding voice.

"What?" said David incredulously. 

"You said I should teach myself how to enjoy it, - well this I will enjoy, - now Strip!"

"Claire, - Tim is my friend, - I want to help the two of you to enjoy your life, I can't get involved with you!"

"We won't, - but fair is fair, - you have seen me, - now I get to see you."

David lost his fight with his conscience and stood up. He suddenly wanted her to see him. He took off his shoes and socks, then pulled off his shirt and pants, standing there in his boxers. His dick was making a huge, throbbing tent as he faced her. 

"Not bad, not bad, - now the rest." Claire was mocking him now, but she had given up the grip on the shirt and her body was now open to his view. David pulled down his shorts and his prick sprang up to bob in the air. He was painfully hard and the pre-cum was leaking from the head as he struggled to maintain control.

She sat back in the sofa, her legs spread wide now. "Do you want these breasts, David?" she whispered, stroking them and pinching the nipples. 

"Yes!" David croaked.

"Would you like to touch my pussy, David? Would you like to kiss it and stick your hard prick in there and fuck it? Do you see how wet it is, David? 

"Oh my God, yes!" 

"But they are Tim's, David, - you can't have them, can you?"

"Oh God, God, God, - no I can't!" David's brain started working again. "I can't, - Claire, - you're a sexy devil, - but you're absolutely right, - They are Tim's!" He pulled up his shorts again and sat down abruptly.

"I guess my lecture worked," he said after a long pause. "You get an A on your test." Claire was sitting in the same position, but she was no longer trying to be seductive. She just looked unhappy 

"What's the matter?" I just told you how well you did. You really do look sexy and you behave sexy, which is even more important. Tim is going to love it."

"I know he is," she said in a low voice, and good for him. But I need to love it too, David!" There was real feeling in her voice now. "I have been good to Tim all week, but he leaves me hanging every! - damned! - time! Please David, I need it, - Please help me!"

"Just stay with it, Claire, - you're doing fine. I think if you make Tim feel good, it will make you feel good as well. You can always please yourself if it gets to be too much."

She got an odd look on her face, and she didn't seem convinced, but she knew she would be held to her promise.

"Now go practice some of that on Tim," said David with a smile. 

He eventually saw a dressed and made up Claire to the door, closed it behind her and went back to his chair. He sat down, closed his eyes and in his mind saw her again in the sofa in front of him. It was her breasts, her eyes, her mouth and her pussy that excited him as he came all over the carpet.

* * * * *

David went to Tim and Claire's with mixed emotions. He was pleased with Claire's progress and with the fact that Tim was so much happier, but he could deny to himself that he had enjoyed their Thursday session altogether too much. She had figured out how to light his fire and he was uncomfortable with where it could be going. 

"Hey, - I didn't go over the edge," he told himself. "I put my pants back on and got back to helping Tim." Somehow it wasn't convincing. He dressed casual as Tim had requested and headed over around 5 pm. Tim opened the door. 

"Dave, my man," he said expansively, grinning from ear to ear. David returned his handshake and followed him in. His eyes immediately went to Claire. She was standing by the window, looking out over the deck and pool area, the sun streaming in and silhouetting her through her thin cotton skirt and loose, sleeveless blouse. Not much hidden, but still not quite in view. As she turned around he saw a glint of satisfaction in her eye. She knew the impression she was making on him. He did see a tiny bra lifting and displaying her breasts, but it must have been nearly transparent, because the darker shadows of her nipples were poking bumps in the thin fabric of her blouse.

Tim beamed, totally oblivious to the look between Claire and David. "What did I tell you, Dave?" he said, bubbling with pride. "I told you she was hot, didn't I, didn't I? – "Didn't I tell you? – Dave! Didn't I tell you?" 

"Yes Tim, you did and she sure is," replied David finally. 

Claire walked up to David and gave him a hug and a peck on the lips. Hi there David," she said with a sly grin. "How do you like the new me?" She spun around, giving him a good look. She sidled up to Tim and have him a kiss too, a much more passionate one, grinding her breasts into his chest, before she held him around the waist with both hands, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

If Tim had a tail, it would be wagging furiously. "How about getting us some drinks, Honey?" he said, looking at her breasts with obvious enjoyment, as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"How do you like the outfit?" Tim couldn't contain himself. "Jeez, Dave, you can see her nipples right through it! Does it drive you crazy, too?" 

"It's very attractive, Tim. I hadn't noticed the nipples, but they look very nice."

"She has the greatest tit, you know! She doesn't need that bra either. Claire and I have been screwing every day all week, it's great. She is a real sexpot, my wife. Almost too much of a good thing, if you know what I mean." 

"Christ, Tim, - I never thought I would hear you say that! Don't tell me you want to change your mind and go back to the old Claire?"

"No No, of course not! It's just that she is so demanding when we have sex, - I don't know, - I just want to, - you know, - fuck, and, - well, I don't know. It is really hot sex, though, I can tell you that."

"I think we need to talk some more about this, Tim, - I'm not so sure this is going as well as I hoped it would. Let's go out and get a couple of drinks and sort this out. We can't have you less than happy, now can we?"

Claire came back with a bottle of French Champagne and three glasses, and the conversation stopped abruptly, - too abruptly. 

Why do you two look so guilty?" she said with a smile. "You're not saying bad things about me, are you?" She shot a look at David.

"No, we were just saying we hadn't been out for a drink with the guys for a while, and we decided to go do that on Monday, - right, Tim?"

"Yeah. Monday night, - right. 

He poured the champagne and they raised their glasses. We're celebrating today. I didn't tell you, Honey, but I just pulled off a huge deal today, I have been trying to get this jerk to sign the contract for months, and he finally did. I don't mind telling you that I really needed that business, too. I was out on long thin limb there in the end. But I must have done something right, he has a reputation for wanting side benefits, if you know what I mean. But I stuck to my guns, and ol' Jim Evans caved in at last." 

"Jim Evans?!" David choked on his drink. Claire had gone white and looked at him with a pleading look. Something was starting to dawn on David, and he didn't like it a bit. He kept up a conversation with Tim, but his mind was churning on the news. Claire slowly relaxed once she understood that David wouldn't say anything.

"So, David, are you staying for dinner?"

"I hadn't planned on it, but if it is going to be as good as last time, I'm in for sure." Claire and Tim both smiled. 

The dinner was another pleasant experience, with more conversation, more laughs and more heated arguments. The arguments were mostly about sport, which obviously was not Claire's favorite topic, but she laughed with them, and tried to referee when they got too heated. David watched with amused amazement. She was a completely different person, and if she didn't actually feel the way she acted, she was a damned good actress. With a very few exceptions, she wasn't sarcastic or nasty, and David had to admit that on those occasions Tim deserved what he got.

After dinner, they went back to the lounge for some more drinks and coffee. Tim was fidgeting, something was clearly on his mind. "So you like my new Claire then, Dave? Don't blame you, - I sure do. You should see some of the clothes she is wearing when there's no one else around. She bought this robe that gets me excited in an instant. Why don't you model it for Dave, Honey?"

"Tim, I couldn't do that, - that's just for you to see. It shows off way to much of me." 

"Oh don't be such a prude, it's no more than you see in every pool in the country every day. Dave will love it, - won't you Dave?"

David knew he would indeed love it, that was the problem. He really shouldn't take advantage of Tim and Claire like that, but he was sorely tempted. 

He looked helplessly at Claire, shaking his head a little, - silently giving her permission to say no to Tim. 

She understood him, but instead of looking relieved, her eyes took on a rebellious look. "Would you really like to see it, David?" she asked coyly, reading his reply in his eyes. "I'll be right back.

"This is great, Dave," Tim said. "I would love to show her off, but she sure hasn't been very cooperative in the past. She has only gone along with it once at a wild pool party, about 6 months after we got married, but she got very cranky afterwards and it has never happened again."

"Maybe she doesn't like it, Tim," said David, - "you shouldn't make her do things she doesn't like." 

"Oh she doesn't mind, really. She is just playing hard to get. You saw how she volunteered just now."

Claire's robe would have been loose and flowing if she hadn't bunched it up in the front, clasping it across her breasts with both arms. As it was, David could still see her body through it, her long leg muscles tensed as she stood before them. 

We can't see it properly like that," objected Tim. "Let it go, so we can get a good look."

"You mean like this?" She held her arms out and spun around slowly, giving them a little fashion show. Tim looked at her avidly, and then at David. 

"How about that, Dave? Isn't she something in that robe?"

David was getting a bit annoyed with Tim's tone of possessiveness, it didn't fit with the Tim he thought he knew. He had to admit that Tim was right, however. Claire was gorgeous in the robe. Her panties and bra were very thin, as was the robe, and her all but naked body was on display for him. He couldn't help but get hard, - again. 

Tim noticed, and grinned. "I can see you like it. We should give you a treat like this more often." 

Claire and David looked at each other, both with questioning eyes.

"You're right Tim. She's beautiful, and I do like it, - but she's your wife, for Christ's sake - off limits to me. I'm not sure you're doing me a favor with this…"

"You don't mind, do you, honey? See how old Dave is getting the hots for you? Kinda turns you on, doesn't it?" Claire blushed. 

I don't know Tim, - I feel uncomfortable about this, about you showing me off half naked like this. At least it's David, and I guess I trust him more than the rest of your friends. But don't push this, OK? I hated it that other time, and that went way to far."

"I thought we weren't going to bring that up again," Tim said, suddenly annoyed and defensive at the same time. Claire looked like she was going to say something, but backed off after a look at David. 

"Yes, you're right, Tim", she said quietly. "I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again."

"So what would you guys like to do?" David tried to change the subject and break the uncomfortable silence. "How about a game, - or maybe there's a good movie on?"

"We could play strip poker," said Tim only half in jest, but Claire shot him down in a flash.

"You wish!" she said, but with a smile. "I don't know why you would bother, anyway, I'm practically naked anyway, and don't tell me you want to see David naked?" 

"Been there, done that," said David with a laugh. We went to college together, remember? Seeing each other in the buff wasn't a memorable experience for either one of us, I'm afraid." 

I know what we can do," said Tim, - I got a movie today, a porno movie, and it's supposed to be very good. What do you say? Let your hair down and enjoy it…"

It wasn't what David had in mind, and Claire didn't look too enthusiastic, but Tim would not be stopped. "Come on, honey, sit here with me, - Dave, - you're on your own, buddy"

The movie was actually not bad, and David found himself enjoying it. Maybe it was the fact that Claire was watching it with them, still in her transparent robe, but there was something special in the air. Claire was watching with rapt attention as the action got heavier. David could tell when she was getting turned on just from her color of her face, not to speak of other obvious 'points of interest'.

Tim started to fondle Claire's breasts through her robe. He was trying to be subtle about it, but in the end he ignored David and just groped. Claire didn't protest, she just looked at David out of the corner of her eyes. 

"Now this is the bit I like," said Tim. "Look at how he is putting it to her, and she is loving it. She takes that big thing all the way her throat, I swear. She is getting so hot, I bet he'll fuck her good in a minute." It broke David's mood, and Claire also sat up and looked at Tim, then at David.

Contrary to Tim's expectations, the man in the movie was going down on the girl next. "I can't deal with that stuff, man," said Tim, half blustering and half apologizing. "The hair and the mess down there just turns me off." Another light went on for David…

They sat quietly as the movie wound on, and thankfully, Tim didn't offer any more commentaries. It became repetitive and a bit boring after a while, and only Tim had watched it with any interest.

David felt like he needed to escape; He wasn't enjoying himself, Claire wasn't enjoying herself, and Tim, - well he didn't seem to worry whether they did or not. 

I'd better get out of here," he said, "I have a long drive tomorrow, both ways in one day! Good fun, and great food Claire, and I love the robe (grin). That was a fun night, and I guess I'll see you Monday, right, Tim?" He felt so fake with all the bonhomie, but he didn't know how else to get out of it without making a scene. He just wanted to go home and think. 

* * * *

Claire called his mobile phone at 8 am. "We need to talk, David." It wasn't the haughty, 'listen to me or else' tone she had used the first time she said it. She sounded unhappy and sincere. "I am having trouble with this whole thing, something isn't going right." 

"I agree. This isn't working out the way I had imagined it. Can you get away and come over today?"

"I thought you were going to be gone all day, - a long drive, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, well…what other excuse could I have come up with on a Saturday night?"

"I'll just make up a story for Tim and be over at what, - 10:30?" 

"No Claire, - don't tell Tim any lies. He actually suggested I talk to you to find out what YOU thought was wrong with the marriage, so just tell him that's what we're doing. It's the truth after all."

"He did? Really? I am amazed that he would do that, but relieved, too. I would like that very much. It hasn't been much of a discussion up to now. As far as I can remember, it has been all Claire do this and Claire do that."

* * * *

David was anxiously waiting for Claire to arrive, his mind running in circles. As soon as she walked in he jumped on her. "What happen that day in the restaurant, Claire? Here is Tim, unhappy that you don't want sex, and you were busy cheating on him, plus you were actually doing it in public, and with that douche-bag! What the hell got into you?" David was getting angry again, reliving it in his mind.

Claire's eyes went dark with emotion. "I tried to tell you before, David, but you shut me down in no uncertain terms, remember. Plus, you wouldn't understand anyway. You think Tim is this misunderstood, mistreated 'nice guy' that used to be your best buddy. Didn't you ever wonder about him in college, specially when he got drunk?" 

"This isn't about Tim, Claire, it's your disgusting performance we're talking about!"

"NO, David, this time you will hear me out! It IS Tim we're talking about as well. I went through that disgusting, yes disgusting performance for him, and God knows he doesn't deserve it!"

Davis suddenly has to sit down. "What the hell are you talking about? Don't give me a sob story about he drove you to have an affair because he wasn't 'nice enough' to you?" He kept pushing Claire, but in the back of his mind, David couldn't quite get past Claire's question about Tim during the college days.




Making Tim Happy: Expanded



"What do you mean did I wonder about Tim in college?"

"He must have been getting drunk then too, and you must have seen how he gets, not very nice at best, and a real asshole at worst. Don't tell me that doesn't ring a bell?" The answer must have shown on David's face, because Claire got more confidence. "And how about how he was with girls when he got drunk?"

David grimaced, it was starting to hit home. "Well, it wasn't always so successful, - he could be a handful at times, but hell, lots of people get a bit out of hand when the have too much to drink. He was my buddy, so you deal with it and clean up after him, - no big deal, no one got hurt, anyway, - …not physically anyway"

"Well, he hurt me badly, not so much physically, but what he made me do sure changed our relationship, and then he gets mad at ME for doing it!" 

"Doing what?" 

"Well, I guess the blow-job was what he really had a problem with afterwards," Claire said with a wry smile. 

"You mean Tim knows about the blowjob?! Why were you so worried that I'd tell him then?""

"No, not that one, he doesn't know about that one, thank God!"

"Christ, Claire, another one, - how many times a week do you hand out blowjobs to strangers?" David was totally bewildered by now. Nothing was what it seemed. He had begun to respect Claire, despite her behavior that one time, as he watched her obviously work hard to recovering their marriage. 

"There was just the other one, and I didn't want to do that one either, but Tim made me!"

"No one can 'make you' give anyone a blow job unless you tell me he physically held you down and opened your mouth by force, - don't give me that." 

No, you're right, it was my decision in the end, but I really didn't want to do it, you know."

"I think you had better tell me the whole story, I need to understand this, and I guess I don't now."

"Good, that's what I want to do, the whole sordid story about the first time AND the last time. You may not like me afterwards, but at least you'll understand.

"After we got married, Tim changed somehow. He was very attentive and caring when we started going together. We had fun, he would try to do things we both enjoyed and he respected my opinions. I fell for him so hard, it seemed so right to marry him after only three weeks."

"Yes, I remember how in love you both were, said David with a sigh, "but it was still much too quick! I told Tim that at the time, but he wouldn't listen."

"Everyone told both of us that, but we knew better, of course. Anyway, - he started changing almost the day after the wedding. It was like he had purchased a possession, and now he could relax and be himself again. I won't bore you with the details, but it went downhill slowly and steadily.

" I learned some things about myself, too. Tim wanted to show me off all the time, and I discovered that I actually liked it. First it was telling his friends to look at me, how beautiful I was, how 'hot' I was, as he put it. You must remember that, right? You were there a few times before you went off the scene for some reason."

"I remember", mumbled David, suddenly feeling a bit guilty about the thoughts he had all that time ago. 

"Then he started having me wear more revealing clothes. He bought me bikinis, tiny things, short skirts, deep cut blouses and dresses. I thought they were a bit sluttish, but it was exciting, too. I enjoyed having the men look at me and lust after me, but I was uncomfortable at the same time, and we constantly argued about every new step, until I told Tim that it had gone too far, and he made me feel like his trophy slut, not a wife he cared for and loved. That was our biggest argument up to then. 

"I had going along with him on just about everything, but it was too much, I didn't know where he was going to draw the line in the end. The strange thing was that he was jealous at the same time. He wanted me to show off, but he was mad at me for doing it afterwards. I tried to explain the inconsistency, but it was like some kind of mental block, - he never got it."

"Then came the day of the pool party, the infamous pool party, that triple-dammed pool party that broke my marriage! Tim had too much to drink – again, and so did I that day. We were actually having fun, and the party was loud and raucous. We had a good time, but as with all good things, eventually the party started running down, with people leaving. 

"The last people there were Tim and I plus the host and a friend of his. I was sitting in a lounge chair with Tim and we were sort of cuddling and teasing each other a bit, I guess. The host, Jeremy, decided he wanted to go in the pool, so he stripped down to his underwear and jumped in. His friend looked at us, then shrugged. Then he did the same, leaving Tim and I sitting there. Tim immediately put on the full court press to join them. 

"I only had brief panties on, and no bra, so I didn't want to do it, even though I was feeling mellow and intrigued about it at the same time. But Tim would not be denied, so in the end I did, - baring my breasts for everyone to see. I got a big applause, and got a big kick out of it. It was so naughty and sexy, and Tim was grinning from ear to ear. 

"In the pool Tim and I were kissing and fondling, and I was getting turned on. The other two guys kept an eye on us the whole time, and that made me feel very sexy. Always one to take it a step further, Tim pulled off my panties and with a loud whoop, tossed them up on the deck. More applause, the guys were openly staring at us now."

Claire took a deep breath and looked at David, who was listening with rapt attention. "I see you like the story so far," she said, looking at his growing erection. "Well I was horny, too and wanted to get Tim home so we could go to bed and have sex. But I figured I shouldn't be the only one naked, so I pulled down his underwear as well and tossed them to the deck. There must be some sort of male signal that I didn't catch, but in no time at all we were all naked. 

"It was suddenly too much for me. Even though I wasn't sober, I realized I was naked in a pool with three equally naked men, even if one of them was my husband, and the other two were just having fun in another end of the pool. I wanted to get out of there and go home, and told Tim so. I started dragging him to the shallow end, but when we got there, Tim sat down on the edge of the pool and pulled my head to his hard dick. He wouldn't take no for an answer. I was worried, but I knew that Tim would be furious if I turned him down in front of his friends, so I bent over and did it, - I gave him a blow job right there and then. Tim was in ecstasy." 

David had to adjust his now unmanageable dick, it was getting painfully hard. Claire raised her eyebrows, but didn't comment.

"He couldn't possible get mad at you for that!" David interjected incredulously. 

"You'd be surprised what Tim gets mad about," she replied, - "but no, it wasn't just that. Tim had obviously given them some kind of signal, because suddenly the other two were right behind me. I couldn't believe it when Tim told them to go ahead and feel me up."

"Go ahead, she loves it!" were the exact words he used. 

"When I felt their hands on my naked ass and on my pussy I jumped and pulled off Tim. I was serious, and Tim knew it, so he made them back off. He wanted them to see him getting the blowjob, though, so he told them to sit down one on each side of us, then bent me down to finish the job. 

"I still don't know why I did it, - it was crazy and embarrassing, and I absolutely didn't want anything to do with the other two, but deep down I was enjoying the experience of someone watching me blow Tim. I was watching the two hard dicks on either side of me, and that was turning me on as well. Tim put his hand on my head, pushing me down deeper. It wasn't comfortable for me, but I knew Tim loves it that way. 

"Then he took one of my hands and put it on Jeremy's dick. I froze, a mixture of terror and excitement, revulsion and eroticism surged through me. Tim's hand pushed my head again and almost mechanically, I went back to working on his dick. When he was sure I wasn't going to take my hand of Jeremy, he put my other hand on his friend's equally hard shaft. To this day, I don't know what his name was. So there I was, bobbing on my husband's dick and with another in each hand. Both the other two had placed their hand over mine and started moving it up and down, jacking them off. 

"I wanted it to end, and I didn't want it to end, so I turned my brain off and just did it. It didn't take Tim long to come, filling me with his cum. I dutifully swallowed it, then pulled my hands away and said I wanted to go home, NOW! 

"You can't leave them like this," Tim said He pushed my head down on Jeremy's dick. I resisted, but he is pretty strong. I also knew how mad he would get if I refused him. And honestly, I was pretty turned on by then and had just a little curiosity about what another man's dick would be like. I told myself it wasn't as if I was fucking him or anything, put my hand on Tim's dick and got on with it. I could feel Tim get hard in record time, but Jeremy took forever to come. So I jacked off Tim while I was blowing Jeremy."

Claire was blushing now, but determined to tell the story. "Eventually they both came. I was resigned to a third blowjob by then, but Tim suddenly grabbed me and pulled me out of the pool." 

"Get dressed, slut! We'll finish this at home." 

"I was shocked, He was mad at me anyway, even after he had practically forced me to do it! And what was with the 'Slut' business? He must have known I didn't want to do it in the first place. We had an unholy row when we came home. I was in tears, and couldn't understand what had happened. I accused him of pimping me out, he accused me of being a slut and having fun blowing another guy while I jacked him off, and how often had I been doing this anyway, - since I seemed to take to it pretty easily. I think my memory of my feelings made me feel a bit guilty, because he certainly 'won the argument'.

The next few days were unbearable. We didn't talk; Tim left the house first thing and came home late and drunk. After a while he wanted sex again, but I couldn't deal with it, I just knew he would start up accusing me of being a slut again, no matter what I did or said. I must finally have got through to him, or maybe it was Jeremy that talked some sense into him, but he did admit that he shouldn't have made me do it and actually apologized. I know he never got the slut thing out of his mind, though, so I resolved never to give him any cause for thinking that ever again.

"So our sex life has been pretty ordinary since then, no unusual sex, no revealing clothes, no looking at anyone else for more than 2 seconds. That's why I wasn't really fighting you when you wanted me to 'be nice' to Tim again. I thought maybe we could make another attempt at a real marriage. Funny that I could still love him after all that time, but he's not a bad guy when he's sober, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen for him in the first place." 

"But Claire, I just saw you give head to yet another guy, and someone you couldn't possible have been turned on by. That doesn't fit with anything you've told me so far! What happened?" David was genuinely confused now. Many things had become clear to him, and he felt uncomfortable about having forced her.

Claire got very unhappy, - there were tears in her eyes. "That was so stupid, and unforgivable. My intentions were good, but I still don't understand how I could do it. But it wasn't what you think; I certainly didn't do it because I enjoyed it. Even you must have seen that."

"Yes I did see you were uncomfortable, but I assumed that was because it was in public."

"That too, but he was such a – what did you call him – a douche-bag! And I didn't want the sex in the first place; even if it hasn't been good in our marriage for a long time I have been faithful to Tim. No it was all business. You remember Tim said he had made the big deal that saved his bacon? Well, he didn't tell you how desperate he was. We stood to lose everything. I still don't know how he got in so deep, but he came him one day and told me the bad news. I was shattered. He had always seemed so successful and confident, and here he was, crying and desperate. 

"I told him we would get through this, that going bankrupt had happened to lots of people, and that we could rebuild, he still has his skill, and I could get a job… Nothing made any impression on him, all her talked about was this one big deal that would save him, but that this character always wanted his 'fringe benefits' meaning sex, to seal the deal. He looked at me speculatively a few times, but he couldn't bring himself to actually ask I guess the first time was still a strong enough memory. After all it damned near cost us our marriage!

"After two weeks of this, I Finally realized that could actually do it. I could go and give sex to a complete stranger, to save my husband's career and self-esteem. I didn't know how far I would go, or what he would want of me, but I was prepared to give it a try. Well, you know the rest, he actually didn't want that much, just what you saw, and it did seal the deal, but you understand why I was so scared when you threatened to tell Tim?"

"Oh Claire, I had no idea, how could I? But you're right, - it was stupid and unforgivable, - you would both have been much better off if you had never gone to that restaurant, - now you have to live with this guilt, and always worrying that Tim will find out. You know how he will react! How could you put yourself and him in this situation?"

"It was stupid, OK! Stupid! But I really thought it would help Tim, - he was so miserable, I even thought he would hurt himself! Oh David, what can I do?"

"There's not much you can do about what's past, but you paid a big price to keep Tim happy. Still, it worked, and it seems he is even much happier with the two of you as well now. Just keep working at it. How is it going anyway? I do want to talk about what you would like to see changed in Tim."

Claire sighed and dried her tears. "Yes, well, what's done is done, and I have to look forward. I do want this marriage to work. So, you asked how it was going? Well, - good and bad, I guess. I am enjoying the physical part of it, except he actually isn't a very considerate lover. He gets his pleasure, and doesn't seem to feel it matters if I get mine. I thing he is just annoyed that I don't get off as quickly as he does. But I play with myself, as you suggested, so that works. He has started getting his possessive side back, - he has wanted to show me off a few times, - you saw that, right. The troubling thing is that I do enjoy it still, I like having people look at me and – well – lust for me, I guess, I just don't want it to go any further. 

"When you asked me to take my clothes off that first time, I got so hot, but I tried hard to not let it show. And when you saw Tim and I making love that time when you left, I really attacked Tim afterwards, all the time wishing you had stayed to see it. But he would have been furious afterwards if you had stayed, - good thing you left. He even gave me snide comments after he made me put on that transparent robe. If you had done anything other that make it look like fun and a joke, he would have taken it out on me, I just know it. 

"That's a fine line to walk, Claire. You need to be very careful with it. If in doubt, don't do it, even if you would enjoy it. If that's how Tim reacts, better he get mad at you for not exhibiting yourself that to think you're a slut. It's sad that you don't have a relationship that let's you both enjoy it, because I know how exciting it can be."

Claire smiled slyly. "Yes, well, I have noticed your enjoyment, particularly when I did my 'sexy act', and you didn't seem to shy about exhibiting yourself either…"

"So you found me out, already, laughed David, the atmosphere getting more relaxed and frivolous. "I do like watching sexy women. I have a neighbor that suntans in the nude practically every day, and that is a great joy to me."

"Really? You bad boy! Does she know you are watching her?" Claire leant forward, her eyes lit up with interest.

"I am pretty sure she does, She keeps looking over at my window, and then just keeps at it. It's getting pretty hot. She has even started masturbating for me. I am tempted to treat her back with my own masturbation show, but I want to make sure she does it on purpose first, I am going to leave the blinds wide open next time, so she can't help seeing me, - maybe give her a wave or blow her a thank-you kiss."

"I bet she would love it if you were naked, too," said Claire breathlessly; the story obviously appealing to her. "Oh why can't I have you as a neighbor, I do like it when you watch me, I get so turned on by teasing you. We could have our own mutual peep show." 

"Sorry, Claire, it wouldn't work. Tim would be sure to find out somehow, and he definitely wouldn't understand. I'm his friend, even if I don't like what I hear about him, he's still my friend. You wouldn't want that to happen either!"

"Can we do it one last time, David? I've been naked every time I've been here, and I guess it won't keep happening now that everything is out in the open between us. And I care for you, David, - I wish… 

"Can we do it right now? No touching, OK. I would just get naked and tease you, and you could sit there or whatever you want. Please, just one last time. That would keep me satisfied for a long time, I know it!"

David was torn between desire and caution. Desire screamed at him "Yes, yes, yes!" Caution whispered "What if Tim found out?" It was no contest! He smiled and gestured for Claire to go ahead, settling himself comfortably in the chair. 

Her face lit up and her whole body language changed. Her movements became slow languid as she stretched her hands in the air. Making her top pull tight across her breasts. No bra, David noticed, as her nipples were suddenly hard under the thin fabric. She leaned forward and pulled her skirt up slightly. "Isn't it hot in here, David? I'm feeling hot, anyway."

She pulled her skirt up a bit more showing her thighs. "Can I borrow that shirt of yours, again David, that would be much more comfortable." David made to get up, but Claire stopped him, - no, never mind – I'll just unbutton this top." She slowly pulled the top from her skirt and started unbuttoning it. Each button revealed more of her chest and the sides of her firm breasts until it was hanging loose, still covering her nipples, but not much else. "That feels better, but I'm still hot. Is it ok if I take off the skirt, - I have panties on underneath, so that'll be ok, won't it, David?" 

Licking his lips, David nodded.

Claire stood up, slowly and seductively slid her skirt down. She turned her back to David, looking over her shoulder at him. "No peeking now, David, - There isn't much to these panties back there" She slid the skirt over the hips, showing her magnificent ass, with a transparent grey thong the only thing hiding her most intimate area. The skirt dropped to the floor and she kicked it aside like a stripper. 

She faced him again, looking at his face intently, before sliding her glance to his crotch David decided to give her some encouragement. He separated his legs and pushed his hips forward, giving her a good look at his straining dick. 

She smiled a happy smile, confident in her actions and happy that they were enjoying it together. She shrugged the top over her shoulders, giving him a brief glimpse of her naked breasts before she covered then with her hands. Her fingers were slightly spread, letting the nipples poke through. She gave them a gentle squeeze and a lift. "I know you have seen these before, David, but have you really had a good look?" With a sway in her hips, she walked over and stood right in front of him, slowly lowering her arms and letting her breasts pop free. She bent over slightly, letting the hand down 6 inches from his upturned face and swung them gently from side to side.




Making Tim Happy: Expanded



"Do you like them, they're not too small, are they?" David's hands rose of their own accord, but she stepped away with a happy little laugh. "Naughty, naughty! No touching, remember?"

She slid her hands down to her pussy, bringing his eyes with them. The thong was not much cover, her think black bush showing clearly through the transparent material. She slid the material to the side. "The hair is a bit long, here, I think. I was going to trim it, but I didn't get around to it. I thought it would be easier to go down on me if it was shorter, - or maybe shaved, - what do you think?"

She didn't wait for an answer, but kept her hands working in her luxurious bush. "It's easy to find my pussy, though, she said, - it's right here." She spread her plump lips, revealing her coral interior. Her fingers dipped into the opening and she pushed them in and out for him. I don't have a very big clit, though. I know where it is, but no one else seems to find it. Isn't that strange, - it's right here." A small fiery nubbin came into view and she stroked it gently. 

"It's very sensitive you know, even if it isn't very big." She proved her point by rubbing it some more. Her knees shook and her skin flushed as she pleased herself. 

"You look like you're hot, too, David," she gasped. Don't you want to get more comfortable?"

David shed his clothes quickly as she stepped back out of his way, still touching herself. He sat back down in the chair, his steel hard dick bobbing with every furious beat of his heart. He took it in his hand and spread the copious pre-cum over the head.

"Oh David, that's so hot! Please cum for me, - please… I'll cum for you…" 

Together they masturbated openly, their eyes roving over the other's body, catching the eyes for an intense look before going back to where the action was. David was close before he started, so it didn't last long. With a hoarse shout he came, in a great spurt that shot across the gap and landed on Claire's left breast. The second went in his hand as he clasped himself to intercept the eruption. 

"I want to see it!" cried Claire, almost in desperation. He took his hand away and let the rest go on the floor. It was enough to bring Claire over the top. She gave a deep gasp and held her breath as she shook all over. Her knees became wobbly and her face was read as a beet as she came. After what seemed as an orgasmic eternity, she fell back in the sofa, with a happy, tired look.

"That's the second time you have made me mess this carpet," said David with a rueful smile. "I had to get myself off after you left the last time."

"Claire's face lit up. Did you really?" she said happily. That's so hot! God, I loved this! I was more excited than I can ever remember." She drew a deep breath and looked down on herself, noticing his cum on her breast for the first time. Slyly she reached out and scooped it up. "Just a souvenir of the last time together," she said and brought it to her lips. "I knew you would taste delicious", she said regretfully. "To bad we…"

"You must NEVER tell Tim about this", they both said at exactly the same time, and laughed. 

"I guess we agree on that, said Claire. They looked at each other, as if to burn the memory in their brains. Then, with a sigh, they started to dress, in an odd hast, as if already regretting what they had done. 

"Are you sorry we did this?" said Claire when they were once again fully clothed. "I know I should be, but I don't regret it. It was unbelievable, and I don't expect anything like this to happen to me again, ever. Lucky you, you can enjoy this sort of thing whenever you want. Why couldn't it be you I married?" She stopped suddenly, holding her hand over her mouth as if to stop the words. It was too late, - they hung in the air as a physical presence.

"No I don't regret it, Claire," said David gently, even if I too know we shouldn't have done it. This was something I will always treasure. It's hard to think of you going back to your problems and Tim, but we can't do this. You took your marriage vow, and I was best man, - and even if it sucks, it has to be.

They parted gravely, still not touching. Claire walked out the door, turned once to look at David, then walked off without a goodbye.

* * * * 

Next day's phone call from Tim was different, to say the least. He was shouting into the phone, incoherent with anger. "Shit," thought David, "how could he have found out? Why the hell did she tell him after all?" 

"Calm down, Tim! I can't understand a word you're saying. Let's talk about this calmly."

"Calm?! You want me to be calm?! I'll give you calm. You don't understand what she has done to me! 

"David felt as if he might be getting off the hook. "What don't I understand? Can't we just talk about this?" 

"That – SLUT! - She has done it to me again, and I wasn't even there this time. I thought she had changed, but it's all the same all over again. I'll kill her, Dave, I swear I will!"

"Are you going to tell me what this is about, or just rant and rave over the phone. It can't be all that bad!"

"Bad? Bad?" Tim sputtered. "She has been giving blowjobs in public, that's what she has been doing. I hate her, the slut!"

"Don't call her a slut, Tim, She did it for you, for Christ's sake!" David couldn't pretend any more.

"The sudden silence on the phone was deafening. "You knew?" Tim's voice was strangely muted. "Why didn't you tell me, for fuck's sake Dave? You are supposed to be my friend! How could you know this and not tell me. Don't you think that's what a friend would do?" He was working himself into a rage again.

David held the phone at arms length while Tim ran on. Every now and then he would say "Tim!" into the mouthpiece, but nothing could stop the tirade. Finally Tim petered out. After a long pause, he said "Dave, are you there? David? Talk to me, man! I need to talk to you! Christ, what am I going to do? She is a slut, man, what am I going to do?"

"Can we talk now, Tim? Are you going to listen this time?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll listen, although I don't know if I want to listen to you, you traitor. How could you not tell me something like this?"

What I did, Tim, was what a real friend should do; I tried to fix the problem, rather than make things worse." Tim made sputtering noises, but David didn't want to let him get started again. I blackmailed her, Tim, that's what I did, - pure and simple. Didn't you wonder how easy it was to get her to change and be nice to you? Well that was her price to pay for my silence! I did it for you, do you understand that, or are you too stubborn to get it?"

There was a long silence as Tim digested this information. David decided to hit him with the whole story. "She never wanted to do it, and she hated it, but she got you the contract you were so desperate to get. She saved your precious business and reputation, didn't she? You should thank her, for Christ's sake, not hate her!" 

"I didn't ask her to go have sex with that creep, did I. I could have found a way; I had some other things going on, too. And don't tell me she didn't enjoy it. It's not the first time, you know, you didn't know that, did you? I tell you she'd a slut, and she disgusts me. How do you know she didn't enjoy it?"

"I was there, Tim, and I saw the whole thing. She didn't want to do it, I tell you, but that asshole wouldn't take no for an answer."

The shocks were getting too much for Tim. There was nothing but pain left in his voice. Why didn't you stop it, Dave? How could you just sit there and let her do it? Did she blow you too, maybe?" he said with a faint flare-up of anger.

"I didn't know it was her until it was all over, and then she ran out of the place like the devil was after her. But I know she didn't want to do it, just like she didn't the first time."

Tim hung up. David called his number at the office. "No he's just left. I think he was going out for a drink; he looked like he needed one. I guess he had a tough day, or something…"

David called Claire.

"Claire, - Tim knows! No, not about yesterday, he knows about the blowjob and Jim Evans! – Claire! - Claire, calm down! - Stop crying, Claire, and listen to me. I want you to get out of the house. I just talked to Tim and I don't think he is rational right now. He went out to get a drink, and I am worried about what will happen when he gets home. Grab some things and go check into a hotel somewhere, - not too close, OK. - Claire, you can do it, just give him some time, - I will talk to him tonight and get him to understand somehow. Just get out of his way for a while, OK? Leave a message on my answering service when you have checked in so I know where to find you. I'll contact you after I talk to him, OK? - Claire, - don't argue with me. – Yes, you will have to face the music sooner or later, just not right now, OK, just do it! 

David waited in his car outside Tim's house for six hours, before Tim finally stumbled out of a taxi. When he saw David, he first tried to take a swing at him, and then collapsed in his arms. "God Dave, I'm drunk and I'm miserable, and I'm mad at you, you bastard"

Untold cups of coffee made no difference to Tim's state of mind or body and in the end David put him to bed and got ready to crash on the sofa. He didn't want Tim on his own the next day, hung over and probably mad again. He hadn't had a very nice day, but then again, neither had Tim, - or Claire. Oh shit, Claire. He called his answering service, then Claire's hotel. She answered on the first ring.

"David? - what happened, David? Are you OK? Is Tim OK?" Keeping his voice low, he brought her up to date, and told her that he would stay there and talk to Tim in the morning.

The next day started every bit as bad as David expected. Tim was a raging bull, but he didn't go beyond verbal abuse. Everyone involved got his ire in generous measure, - except himself. He was the innocent, injured party in his mind, and it took David hours to get a reluctant admission that Claire had done it to save his business, not because she was naturally promiscuous and was out for 'another fling'.

"Tim, don't talk to me about her 'doing it AGAIN', David said when his patience had run out. Claire told me what happened the first time. You can't blame her for doing what you clearly wanted. You started it, you pushed her to do it, and it's totally hypocritical of you to get mad at her afterwards." That slowed Tim down for a while, and he even had the grace to look abashed.

"How much has she told you about us, anyway? It's probably all lies anyway. She lies to me all the time, but she is what she is. I thought I loved her, but she has just blown it. I can't go through this again, I just can't!" 

"Tim, don't you get it. This is all in your fucking head, you idiot. Claire has tried to do what you wanted all along, balancing your pushing to expose her and getting to 'loosen up' with your reaction when she actually went along with it. No wonder you had trouble in the sack with her. She didn't know which way to go with you, don't you see that? She was cold, you were unhappy, she was hot, you were mad, - Cold was safer in the end, I guess. I'm surprised she stuck it for so long, I really am."

It was a very difficult time, but it did do some good, after a fashion. Tim had reluctantly agreed to 'give her another chance', as he put it. David felt in no uncertain terms that it was Tim that was getting another chance, but that would be tomorrow's discussion. David finally left, but he didn't have much hope. Tim had clearly not understood, or admitted to himself that he was part of the problem, and his anger at Claire was till simmering. "Oh, well, one day at a time," he thought to himself. 

The discussion with Claire was a little better, but not much. She was scared of going back, but David in the end talked her into it as well. He made her call Tim and talk to him, which made her feel a little better. Tim wasn't ready to forgive and forget, but at least he wasn't abusive. Maybe it could work….

The next day, Tim called again, sounding tired. We'd like you over for a drink tonight, Dave, he said. "We're just bickering when we're on our own. Maybe we can relax a little and start working this thing out. You know everything anyway, so don't have to pretend and hide things from you.

Against his better judgment, David went. He was uneasy the moment he came in the door. Tim was up to something, he just knew it. He was also not sober. Claire was standing by the window again, stiffly and apprehensively, with a surprisingly clingy dress on, considering the problems they had had. 

They talked about nothing for a while, but it didn't take Tim long to get started. 

She's pretty hot, my wife, isn't she? Do you want to see her tits?" 

"Tim, don't do this!" pleaded Claire Claire. 

"Come on, Honey, - Dave is like family, he knows everything. Take off your top and give him a show. You love it!" Tim was leering at David and winking. "Are you ready for this, man?

David was becoming more and more uncomfortable. Had Mr. Hyde been unleashed for good? 

"Only if you would like me to," he said, with fake gaiety in his voice, trying desperately to keep everything superficial and joking and not make Tim mad. He held his breath as Claire slowly opened her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor behind her. Her bra was inadequate to the task of containing her, and totally superfluous. Her nipples were completely on display through the flimsy fabric.

David looked at Tim, - he was staring at Claire, then glanced at David and grinned cynically. "How about them apples, huh, Dave?" 

David kept looking at Claire, who held his eyes as she reached undid the front clasp and let her breast spring free. Somehow they seemed even more erotic and seductive that the other times he had seen them. Her nipples hardened under his steady gaze and she flushed.

"Give him a feel, Claire," said Tim hoarsely, he was beginning to be affected by the show. He had something to prove, and he was clearly getting off on Claire showing herself to David, Claire saw it, too and glanced at David. 

David didn't know what to say or do. His grand plan for making Tim happy had blown up in his face. Seeing Tim's dark side in person for the first time he realized that this Tim was a real asshole, David was ashamed of the way he was treating Claire. He tried to stop the disturbing performance, but Tim got support from a totally unexpected source.

Claire stepped up to David and shook her breasts in his face. "Go on, David, - have a feel, I bet you will like it."

His hands went out automatically and took hold of her firm globes; they were warm to his touch and sooo soft and smooth. He clasped them gently and hefted them enough to feel their weight and firmness. He knew he was stepping over the line, but he suddenly understood how Claire could have behaved as she did. He also understood that this was Claire giving up at last. She was going to let this take its course and damn the consequences.

Tim was mesmerized. His face was glowing with excitement and yet there was something cruel there that David had never seen. Claire challenged David with her eyes and body language to go further, but he suddenly couldn't do it.

He dropped his hands to his side and pretended it was still all a big joke to him. "Very nice, Claire! You must really enjoy these, Tim?" He made himself turn and look at his 'friend' with a smile. He knew it looked artificial and forced, but this was now a battle between Tim and Claire. 

"Yeah, she's a hot one all right," he said with a funny little laugh. He reached out and grabbed Claire's breasts as well, much more roughly that David had done, pulling her to him. Then, spinning her around, he reached down and raised her skirt to her waist, displaying her thin panties. "More goodies here, don't you think? I wish she would shave down there, though, she can't wear a really sexy bikini with all that hair". He grabbed hold of the front of Claire's panties and pulled them up in a narrow wedge, pulling the material in between her pussy lips and baring her curls on both sides of the fabric. 

"See what I mean, Dave?" He was flushed with possessive pride once again, showing that he was the man in control and Claire was his slut to command and display as he pleased. "Don't you think she needs to get a shave down there? Why don't we do it now, Claire baby, - then we can see how good it looks afterwards?"

This was getting over the top for Claire. "Come on, Tim, - this is going too far, - I told you I'm not your toy for you to show off!" 

Tim was not to be stopped. "Come on, Dave, let's go shave Claire's pussy."

"Tim, NO, - I won't have it!" Claire shouted 

Tim ignored her protest, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her physically into the bathroom. David realized that Tim was actually very drunk, and was suddenly worried about what might happen to Claire. "Tim, - let's just…."

"Come on, Dave, - you can help, - I'm not too sure how to do this." 

"Please, Tim, no! David doesn't want to do this, maybe the two of us can do it tomorrow or something."

Tim pulled off her skirt and panties, leaving her naked and shaking. David knew she was scared, and so was he. Tim had become a madman. But there was something in Claire's eyes that stopped him from leaving, a plea for help and also a simmering sexuality. He wanted to leave, but he didn't want to annoy Tim further by going. 

Claire was now resigned to what was happening. She leaned against the bathroom sink and pushed her hips forward. "Have you done this before, David?" she asked, rising excitement in her voice and body language. 

"A couple of times," David replied, now understanding that this was actually going to happen. His heart was beating faster and his chest felt constricted. 

"Well, get on with it then," said Tim drunkenly. Neither Claire nor David was paying him any attention any more. 

David looked in to her eyes, meeting her pleading gaze steadily. "Is this what you want, Claire?" he asked softly.

"Yes, David, I want this, please…."

The process was straightforward at first, - clipping short the hair to be removed, leaving a small tuft of short curls above her slit, the rest soon reduced to a short stubble. David worked as in a trance, totally focused on carefully snipping each bit of hair without pain and without cutting the skin. Touching Claire's pussy lips was almost incidental to him as he was concentrating on the clipping. Not so with Tim, and not so with Claire!

Tim was breathing hard, watching every move with rapt attention. His erection was very obvious, tenting his pants as he surreptitiously held onto his stiff dick.

Claire was also breathing hard; the procedure had not been on autopilot for her! Her pussy was secreting liberally and she was as turned on as she could ever remember. Her skin shivered with every touch. 

David stopped and took a deep breath. "It gets trickier from here on. We should have you lie down somewhere comfortable, and we need to get some hot water and some shaving cream. Tim, - shaving cream!"

Tim came out of his trance. "Yeah, yeah, got it – here…" 

In the bedroom, David put a warm, moist towel over Claire's pussy as she lay with her hips at the edge of the bed. He held it between her spread legs, letting the heat soak in, and changed it a few times to let the skin soften and warm up. Then he spread shaving cream on one area and started shaving. The 3-bladed razor minimized the chance of cuts. Methodically he moved his fingers across the skin, slick under his touch with the mixture of shaving cream and sexual secretions. Claire was flowing freely now. He held the skin taut with the fingers of one hand while he shaved carefully. The areas on each side of her mound were easy. When he came to her pussy lips it became more difficult in every way. Between the sheer mechanics of stretching her lips and his rising excitement he was getting less and less sure-handed. 




Making Tim Happy: Expanded



"You have to bend your knees and put your legs up on the bed," he said and Claire automatically obeyed. Now she was totally exposed. Her lips had separated long ago and her beautiful pussy was there in all its glory. As David went from area to area, his fingers were coated with her juices. He looked over at Tim, and was shocked to see him with his pants around his ankles, masturbating furiously, with a glazed look on his face. 

The last of her lips was done, only the fine hairs on her perineum and around her pinky brown asshole were left. David took a deep breath and spread her cheeks. Claire was holding her knees tight against her chest now, her hips raised towards David, straining to give him access to her innermost secrets. As he cleared the last of the hair he could not help but stroke her pucker gently. Claire started bucking under his hands, and her arms suddenly reached out and pulled his head towards her. His mouth opened to taste her juices as he sucked on her stiff clitoris. Tim was totally forgotten, it was just the two of them now. David stood up and leaned over Claire, his lips seeking hers. Their first kiss seemed to last an eternity as her hands reached for his zipper to set him free. She held his prick in her hands and gently placed him at her wide-open entrance. 

"Oh David, - please fuck me David!" 

He slid in to the hilt in one smooth movement and lost himself in her. Somewhere far off David could hear a faint voice. 

"Fuck her good, man, - I told you she's a slut. Do it, do it, fuck my slut wife!" 

They moved together as if they had always been lovers, each seemingly knowing what the other wanted. Slowly first, then with increasing intensity they coupled, faster, deeper with every stroke, until they came, together, like a sudden avalanche, sweeping every sensation before it. They didn't care that their joyous noise rang through the house, they were unaware that Tim had also come several minutes before and was sitting there with a dazed look and his wilted prick in his hand. The only knew that this was the most incredible thing to ever happen in the history of the universe, and they had been the ones to experience it!

Slowly, the world became a reality once more. Claire and David looked at each other and kissed once more, a deep loving kiss, carrying more meaning than any words could have expressed. 

"That was something else, man! I told you she was a pistol. Tomorrow I'll get the rest of the guys together and we can have a gangbang! My beautiful slut wife will take us all on, just wait and see." 

Claire cringed and tears began to roll down her cheeks. David's temper flared up and he fought to retain his self-control, on the brink of beating the crap out of the asshole that he thought was his friend. 

"You are such a shit, Tim," he said finally, his anger replaced by disgust. We are leaving now, and don't bother contacting Claire or me again. We no longer have a relationship with you!"

Claire got off the bed and grabbed David's hand. "Let's go!'

"Like that? But you're…"

"Naked, - yeah, I know, but so what? I'm not taking anything from this house, and if someone sees me, I suspect you wouldn't be too mad?" 

David smiled. "As long as I get to put out your fire…"

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Epilogue

"David, honey, - Paula is there already, - she's looking over here. She's got someone else with her this time."

"OK, Claire, - keep your knickers on – no, hold that, - just take them off. I'll be right there."