46 comments/ 105300 views/ 4 favorites The Day Of The Pigeon By: Bazzza The worst day of Claire Oram's life started out just like any other work day. The forty one year old got out of bed and after having a shower, sat down to breakfast with her husband Steve. They chatted while they ate and watched the early morning news on TV. After breakfast, they returned to their bedroom and began to dress; Claire could feel Steve's lustful eyes on her as she removed her dressing gown and slipped on her panties and bra. She smiled across at him, not a big smile, but just a small one to discourage him from attempting any mischief. She knew him well enough that the sight of her in her underwear was not without danger. Claire wasn't particularly pretty, but her voluptuous figure still had all the right curves in the right places. Her full breasts were resisting gravity and still stood proud without support. Her waist was narrow and her buttocks round and shapely. Her thighs were maybe on the large side, but they nicely filled out jeans or a tight skirt. Below, her calves were shapely and her ankles narrow and looked good in high heels. Her husband Steve liked to trim her thick dark curly bush into different styles; it was currently in the shape of a heart. Claire would agree that she'd never make a cat walk model, but she was the type of girl that most men would like to take to bed and snuggle up to after a good ravishing. Her personality leaned towards a Jeckle and Hyde style, at work she was friendly but professional; at home she was calm and gentle with a little mischievousness thrown in for good measure. She was also a good homebody and made sure that their large house was clean and tidy. The house, in which she'd lived for most of her life had been inherited from her parents, but now held in a trust to prevent anything untoward happening. Even though Claire had a full time career, she still loved to cook and bake and do some of the things her mother had taught her. Claire knew that Steve was watching her, and teased him a little when getting her clothes and shoes from the walk-in wardrobe. She dressed slowly and asked him if she should wear hose, or did her bare legs still look okay? With autumn approaching, her tan was already starting to fade. She knew she was being a little naughty, but maybe she would let him have his evil way with her that night. Half an hour later, Claire pointed her new Ford company car towards her office for the start of another busy day. As an environmental scientist, her days were as long as they were tiring. She was currently managing a large team of scientists working on various projects and was fast becoming a people manager rather than a scientist, but she didn't care because she simply loved what she was doing. The first hand that fate played that day; was that her two hour flight north for a meeting had been cancelled. She was supposed to have delivered a presentation to a chemicals company, but they had pulled the plug at the last minute. It suited Claire down to the ground as she had plenty of other things to do. Wasting the day flying all over the country to deliver a message that people weren't particularly interested in listening to wasn't high on her agenda. She busily re-planned her day and brought a few meetings forward. Late in the morning, Claire made her way to the local council buildings to talk to a friendly health and safety liaison officer with whom she had ongoing dealings with. It was around midday when she walked out of the building and into the large sunny courtyard to where fate would play its second card. The large pigeon was in its twilight years and had to compete harder with other birds to scavenge enough food on which to survive. It waited patiently near a seated couple who were each feasting on a carton of French fries. Instinctively, the old pigeon waited for the odd morsel that he knew would eventually come his way; he strutted close to them and cooed to ensure that he wasn't forgotten, and soon felt their eyes upon him. Success arrived with two fries being tossed his way, he pounced eagerly upon them devouring one instantly and picking up the other to fly to a safer place as other birds began to gather before the couple for their share. The old pigeon settled on the edge of a garden and began to devour the remaining fry just as Claire walked close by; the startled bird gulped down the fry and quickly took to the air. It was unfortunately over Claire's head when it let go a long stream of excrement; and with that simple act; the pigeon unwittingly set off a sequence of events that would change five people's lives forever. Claire felt the splatter on her neck and left shoulder and cursed loudly, looking down she found a green and white mess all over her suit jacket and blouse. She ignored the odd snigger from those who'd witnessed the attack, turning back into the building she made her way to a restroom to clean herself up. Only in front of the mirror did she realise the extent of mess, it must have been a bird the size of an eagle she thought glumly to herself. The more she tried to remove the mess from her clothes, the worse it became, it didn't take long for her to realise she would have to go home and change. The winding road from town towards their house was elevated and gave a clear view of their property before dropping downwards into a valley. Claire was surprised to see two vehicles in their drive; one was clearly Steve's red Nissan, the other a large blue SUV. Steve worked in real estate and it wasn't unusual for him to drop home during the day. As Claire got closer she realised that the SUV belonged to Alison Bishop, her and husband John were family friends. But what was it doing parked in their driveway at this time of the day? Claire's heart gave a gentle thud at one obvious reason; maybe there was something going on she intuitively considered. Alison Bishop was married with two children, but the vivacious blonde was a bit of a flirt and loved the attention of the opposite sex. She knew that she and Steve got on well together, but how well? Steve would be under the impression that Claire was out of town and the chance of them getting caught in a little extramarital activity was slim. Claire steered her car past their drive and pulled quietly to the kerb, getting out of the car she made her way to the front lawn and removed her shoes. With a heavy heart she noticed the bedroom curtains pulled closed, she remembered opening them before leaving the house not too many hours before. Moving quietly around to the rear of the house, she slipped her key into the door and entered the house, the sound of a female giggling soon caught her attention. In the lounge, her eyes fell on a pair of women's shoes and a jacket, then a dress and a pair of panties in the hallway leading to the bedroom. Claire muffled a sob as she crept down the hallway of her own house, and there in her own bed she took in the sight of large white buttocks sliding up and down, beneath the buttocks lay the unmistakeable shape of her husband. For many seconds, Claire watched as those white buttocks slipped up and down, the slapping of flesh on flesh reached her ears, as well did the scent of sex permeate her nose. "It's too hot for this, maybe we should've gone to an air conditioned hotel like we normally do." Alison commented loud enough to Claire to hear. Claire watched as Alison sat up and Steve's hands appeared around her waist. Claire backed out into the lounge to gather her thoughts, her knees gave way and she sunk in despair to the couch. Luckily there wasn't a gun in the house, but her thoughts turned to the large carving knife in the kitchen. She contemplated murder for a short time but soon came to her senses. They'd obviously been at it for a while if they'd used motels, and if so maybe they deserved each other. Maybe another approach was needed. Claire grinned cynically as she wiped away her tears, moving quietly to the kitchen, she removed three bottles of beer and placed them onto a tray. She opened them and made her way towards the bedroom. "Hi you two." she commented walking to the bed and placing the tray on beside cabinet. "It's bloody hot for that sort of thing, thought you might need a cold drink." The reaction of Steve and Alison was almost laughable, the frozen shock of terror on their faces as Alison rolled off onto the bed beside him and pulled the sheet high enough to cover her breasts. "Shit Claire, it's not what it looks like." Steve managed to unconvincingly stutter. "It's okay." Claire lied casually as she handed over a bottle to each of them. They both accepted the bottles but both were too shocked to take a drink. Claire smiled as she slipped her soiled jacket off and tossed it onto the floor before starting to undo her blouse, "You guys should've told me what was going on so I could join in, Steve and I often fantasise about doing a threesome." Claire slipped off her blouse and kicked her shoes off; she unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the carpet before stepping out of it. While Alison's face still looked in deep shock and horror, Steve's was starting to smile; maybe this was going to turn out okay he was beginning to think to himself. Claire unsnapped her bra and wriggled it down her arms and let it drop, then stepped out of her panties. "Move over." Claire said while lifting the sheet and tossing it aside leaving them both bare to the eye. Claire's eyes dropped to her husband's condom encased cock as she slid into her bed; it'd already began to shrink leaving the plastic sheath baggy and loose. "Oh dear, what's happened here?" Claire asked as she gingerly rolled the condom off and disposed of it. "Let's see what we can do with it." Claire lowered her lips to her husbands cock and began to suckle on it; she ignored the latex taste in her mouth as she had bigger fish to fry. She felt him grow hard as her hand slid around the shaft and began working him. Her eyes swivelled to Alison who was sitting beside Steve nervously watching the events unfold around her. Claire took some pleasure in Alison's small droopy breasts and the map stretch marks on her stomach, child birth hadn't been all that kind to her. She certainly didn't look too good without all those flashy clothes. Claire removed her husbands cock from her mouth and pointed it towards Alison and waved it at her. "Here, come and help me with this." she suggested. Alison looked questioningly down at Steve; he just smiled lustfully up at her and nodded. Almost reluctantly, Alison lowered her mouth over Steve's cock and began to suck him. Claire watched her technique critically and decided that her own blowjobs were far better than what Steve was receiving now. She reached over and eased his cock from Alison's mouth and lowered her own onto it, for a good thirty seconds she sucked and pumped his cock before offering it again to Alison. "Ohhhhhhh, this is fantastic." whispered Steve. Claire slid upwards and kissed her husband, her tongue sliding into his mouth and playing with his. She then broke the kiss and turned to the bedside cabinet, reaching into the top draw she removed a plastic bottle of lube and handed it to Steve. "Put some of this on me; then we can fuck a little." "Sure." he replied. Claire swung her legs around and opened them; Steve squeezed a little lube onto his fingers and slipped his hand between her thighs. Her lips were soon well lubricated and Claire got to her knees ready to straddle her husband. She looked over at Alison, "You don't mind if I fuck my husband do you? Do you like my pubes; Steve likes to make different shapes with them." Alison removed her mouth from Steve's cock and made way for Claire who lifted a leg over his torso and manoeuvred herself to the right position. Claire turned and grinned at Alison. "Do you want to put it in for us?" she asked. Alison tried to smile but it didn't quite come off, "Nah, I'll let you guys sort it out. Do you want me to leave?" Claire smiled sweetly, "Shit no, let's share him and have some fun. How about you watch for a while and then we can swap. You don't mind do you Steve?" "No, please don't go Alison, we both want you to stay." "Okay." she reluctantly replied. As Claire began to slowly move up and down, Steve eased Alison up the bed so that he could reach her good bits. They soon lay face to face allowing Steve to fondle her breasts and the thin triangle of light brown curls between her thighs. Claire took some satisfaction that Alison couldn't or wouldn't look her in the eye. Her attention shifted to her husband who was obliviously blind in his lust. She could feel his cock rock hard inside her, his hands and mouth busy with Alison. "So, how long have you been doing this?" Claire asked. "Just a few times." mumbled Steve as he suckled on Alison's nipples. "Is it a relationship or just a sex thing?" Claire asked as she rotated her buttocks on his cock. "Just sex." he replied. His comment brought him a dirty look from Alison; obviously she was looking for or promised something more than a few bedroom romps. Claire thought she'd like to be a fly on the wall the next time they were alone, but she had no intention of being around long enough to find out. Claire rode her husband for a few more minutes; she wasn't enjoying the sex, and was more interested in the interaction between Steve and Alison. He was obviously in heaven, but Alison was uncomfortable and clearly wanted to be somewhere else. Eventually Claire lifted herself from Steve's hard cock and slipped backwards down his thighs. "How about I watch you two doing it?" Alison looked down at the erect cock in front of her; it was wet and shiny with Claire's juices. "Sorry about that." Claire offered. "Let me clean it up for you." Claire leaned forward and took him in her mouth like she'd done a hundred times before. She didn't mind the taste of her own juices; after all they were the same juices that Steve put up with when he went down on her. It took little time for her to lick his cock and balls clean, and for good measure she reached over and pulled a couple of tissues from a box and patted his cock dry. "Here you go Alison, just like new." Claire said. Alison looked over at Claire, "I don't know about this, it doesn't seem right." Claire laughed as she slid off onto the bed, "C'mon, its fine, really it is, isn't it Steve?" "Yeah, it's okay Alison. It'll be fun." Alison sighed, then reached up under the pillows and picked up a packet of condoms. After removing one; she knelt above Steve's cock, opened the square sachet and removed a cream coloured condom. After checking which way round it was, she placed it over Steve's large circumcised head and gently rolled it downwards. For Claire, the shiny tightness of the condom transformed her husbands cock from one of familiarity to one that looked different. It was kind of strange, as they'd never had to use condoms. Taking the base of his cock in hand, Alison straddled Steve and guided his cock into her. Claire watched it slowly slide in between Alison's pale pussy lips. "Shame about the condom." Claire commented. "Do you have to use them?" Alison nodded, "Don't wanna get pregnant, John's had a vasectomy." Claire smiled knowingly, for she was on the pill and pregnancy wasn't a problem. However, it'd be dangerous for Alison to go on the pill in case John found them, and then asked to explain. Claire eased herself up towards the pillows; from there she had a good view of proceedings. She watched Steve's condom covered cock disappear slowly in and out of Alison's pussy, even through the curls she could see her large lips stretching outwards each time his cock entered. Steve's hands were soon wandering, one caressing her breasts and his other hand Alison's. "Is she a good fuck?" Claire asked her husband. "Mmmm, she sure is." he replied. "Better than me?" Claire continued. Steve had trouble answering that question. "Well, is Alison a better fuck than me?" I don't know about better, its just good because it's different?" he muttered. "Okay, I can understand that." Claire lied. "Anyhow, if I let you do this, can I fuck someone too? It'd only be fair." "Maybe, we could talk about it later." he replied. Claire smiled; she knew full well that this little arrangement wouldn't be reciprocal. She decided to push the issue for a little fun. "Who do you reckon I should do it with Alison? I don't fancy your John. How about Elliot Mills, he's quite scrummy? Or what about that guy Brian down at the gas station, I'd quite like to fuck him too. Which do you fancy?" '"Dunno, the both okay. You can make up your own mind." "Hard decision really." Claire replied. "Maybe I should do both at the same time, a threesome sounds like fun." Alison smiled for the first time, "Yeah; that's certainly got merit." Claire turned and smiled at her husband, "How about you darling, would you want to watch me do it with Elliott and Brian? Or do you just want me to tell you all about it afterwards?" Steve grinned meekly; he was extremely uncomfortable about Claire's proposition. "We'll talk about it later, okay?" Claire turned her attention back to Alison and Steve. While her husband was obviously enjoying himself, Claire sensed that Alison was just going through the motions. She was still riding Steve's cock with long slow strokes which seemed devoid of any emotion, her eyes closed more out embarrassment than out of enjoyment. Claire lowered her eyes to Alison's breasts; she took some pleasure in how they hung low and bounced around as she moved. She glanced down at her own and ran a critical eye over them, even without support they stood proudly upright. She then compared her flat stomach to Alison's which incorporated a bulge and stretch marks. Further down, Claire compared their pussies, her thick dark heart shaped mass compared with the wispy thin curls of Alison's. Maybe she was being a bitch, but Alison was fucking her husband, and a little bitchiness could be justified. In consolation, Claire had to admit that Alison was much prettier than she, but was that enough to tempt her husband to commit adultery? Suddenly, Claire wanted this to finish, she had enough of the farce and it was nearly time to put everything into perspective. "I've got to get back to work." Claire commented. "But I wanna see Steve cum, can we finish him now?" "Sure." Alison replied, also thankful that the situation was coming to some sort of conclusion. "How?" "How about you both, blowing me together?" Steve suggested hopefully. Both ladies nodded in agreement, and Alison lifted her buttocks from Steve's torso releasing his cock to swing in the air. Alison swung a leg over and knelt beside Steve as her hand rolled the condom from his cock. Claire nudged him into the middle of the bed before settling down on the other side. For the next minute or so, they took turns sucking on Steve's cock. Claire put her all into it for she wanted to make this blowjob memorable, she took him deep in her mouth and sucked for all she was worth, then withdrawing her mouth she would suckle on his head just how he liked it. Her tongue tantalised the eye and the sensitive glands below making Steve squirm, then she would offer his cock to Alison who demonstrated a different technique, she stroked him by hand while her mouth concentrated on the head. Claire looked up at Steve's face and found him smiling gleefully down at them. She decided to take control and began to pick up speed to quicken his orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." Steve moaned as his big moment neared and he began to buck under them. Claire took the first line of cum over her mouth, but quickly redirected Steve's cock towards Alison who flinched as the second and third shots layered her cheeks and nose. Claire kept pumping until his orgasm began to wane and could not decorate Alison's face any further. She then redirected his cock to her own mouth and licked the cum from the head and around the glans below. It wasn't something she usually did, but after all, this was a special occasion. She offered his cock back to Alison, but she pulled away and made a face as she wiped the mess from her cheek on the sheet below her. The Day Of The Pigeon "Wowwwwwwwwww, that was fucking fantastic." Steve groaned. Claire smiled and also wiped her messy face on the sheet; reaching for her beer she guzzled it to rid herself of the lingering and bitter taste of her husbands cum. She then looked down at her husbands triumphant face, and decided it was time put him in his place. I'm glad you liked it darling, I wanted our last time to be something special." Claire said. She watched as the smile slipped from her husbands face and the uncertainty set in. "Yes, that's right, the last time." Claire said with all the conviction she could muster. "When I come home from work, I want you gone with all your belongings. Take it all, because you're not stepping back inside this house." "Jesus Claire, I thought you were alright with this. You joined us for fucks sake." Claire scowled down at her husband, "I just wanted to understand why you did this. You had all the sex on tap right here, but you bring this slut into my house and my bed and fuck her." Claire shifted her eyes to Alison who sat with a startled look on her face. "And as for you. You were supposed to be a friend; you've got a husband and children. You've no right to fuck my husband and be unfaithful to yours, what sort of woman are you? You should be fucking ashamed of yourself." Alison's eyes hardened, "There's no need for my husband to know about this." Claire met her gaze with venom, "Oh, wouldn't that be convenient? My marriage is fucked, but you want me to preserve yours. What a fucking cheek." She turned her attention to her husband, "Let me get cleaned up and dressed, then how about getting this saggy-titted, pot-bellied whore out of my bed and house." "Fuck Claire, can't we talk about this later? Please, please don't do this." her husband pleaded. "Sure, much later. Preferably through your new lawyer, he'd better be a good divorce lawyer because he's gonna need to be." Claire turned and walked to her wardrobe, picking out a replacement dress and accessories, she walked from the bedroom towards the second bathroom at the other end of the house; she had no intention of setting eyes on the adulterous couple again anytime soon. Walking back into the lounge, Claire eyes found Alison's brown leather handbag beside the couch. She bent down and opened it; there in a side pocket was Alison's Nokia cell phone. Removing it from the bag, she turned it on and waited for the display to pop up, scrolling through the contacts she found 'John Office', the entry she was looking for. She selected it and pushed the green call button. Now it was here that fate played another hand. Alison's husband John was an executive with a large power company. At that precise moment in time, he was chairing a business meeting in the boardroom. In the centre of the boardroom table sat a sophisticated Polycom speaker phone, and it was to that speaker phone that John unwittingly diverted his office phone to. In his defence, he was expecting an incoming conference call, and wasn't exactly expecting the call he was now about to get. When the speaker phone rang, he just signalled to the closest person to answer it, and with that simple act would go his marriage. His stricken face would later be remembered by all else in that room. "Hello is that John?" came a familiar voice via the speaker. "Err yes. This is John Bishop." he answered wondering who it was. "John, this is Claire Oram." "Oh hi Claire. Look, I'm sorry but I'm in the middle of a meeting. Can I call you back a bit later?" "Oh, there's no need really. I just thought I'd let you know that I've just found your wife and my husband in bed fucking each others brains out. Apparently they've been at it awhile." A shocked John looked around at the mix of embarrassment and sniggers of those around the table. "What's this about Claire; is this some type of joke or something?" "No John, it's not. If you don't believe me, I'll get Alison for you; she's still in bed with Steve. Just hang on a sec." Claire walked back into the room to find Alison and Steve still sitting on the bed where she'd left them. She handed the cell phone to Alison, "Your husband doesn't believe me; he wants to talk to you." A now desperate Alison took the phone and placed it to her ear, "Hello." Claire watched her face crumble as her husband's voice echoed through the cell phone. With a smug look she turned to her husband and mouthed the word OUT. Claire quickly showered and dressed; she then stumbled out to her car and drove sedately down a block before stopping. It was only then did she lower her face to the steering wheel and begin to sob. She allowed herself suitable time to cry for a supposedly good marriage that was over, for she could never forgive Steve for what he'd done, never in a million years. Then with all the calmness of a professional, she opened her business diary and called her lawyer with instructions to commence divorce proceedings on the basis of adultery. It would also turn out to be the worse day in the lives of John and Alison Bishop, but all for different reasons. John Bishop was successful business man; he controlled people and made important things happen. He was a man to be looked up to with awe and maybe a little fear. But, as he had looked around at the people sitting around the boardroom table; he saw their mirth and ridicule, and rushed from the room. For nearly two hours, he walked round his large office tormenting himself with the images of his wife spread-legged under another man. In the end he could take it no longer and he headed for his car. The rage boiled in him as drove into his driveway, and within seconds he confronted his wife as he'd not done before. The neighbours concerned at the screaming called the police; they in turn called the ambulance when they arrived minutes later. Alison went to hospital with substantial injuries, and John went to jail for her assault. That day, John lost his wife and his career, for his employer didn't take well to wife-beating husbands for whatever the reason. As for Claire and Steve, well he was gone on her return from work that day, and the divorce went swimmingly well as far as Claire was concerned. Her house was safe in trust and out of reach of Steve, he managed to get half of the contents and their savings, but that was about it. Funny thing was that Steve's real estate sales suffered after the word got out, as it seems like a lot women don't want to deal with an adulterous male for some reason, something to do with a lack of trust and family values. Claire settled down to the lonely life of a divorcee, the only other living thing that managed to crawl into her bed was a small dog named Shaggy that she procured from an animal rescue organisation. The two seemed to understand each others sadness and loneliness, and a formidable bond was formed. Some of Claire's good friends remained close, but others drifted away, married friends were sometimes split sympathy wise between her and Steve. It would be another two long years before another man entered Claire's life, and like most relationships, it was born by chance. When Claire wanted to extend her wooden deck and install larger windows and doors to capture more sun, she went through the classified work wanted advertisements in a local newspaper. She picked four and contacted them, and on a sunny summer evening, builder Mark Speedy entered her driveway and her life. At first Claire didn't know what to make of him; he was a big powerful man with large arms and legs, and a thick barrel chest. But he was quiet and polite which somehow belied how he looked. He watched and listened to what Claire wanted and then made a few very good suggestions. After some in-depth discussions, Claire asked for references from any previous jobs. Mark went to his vehicle and returned with a photo album of work he had completed. He upfront told her that his work was expensive but of excellent workmanship, he then gave her a list of people whom she may wish to talk to if she was interested in his quote. True to Mark's word, his quote was received a few days later and it was more than the other quotes. But Claire had a good feeling about Mark and made a few phone calls, his references were glowing, she was bombarded with words such as hardworking, honest, polite, excellent workmanship. In the end, her decision was easy. To be truthful, Claire was a little uneasy about having a strange male around the house when she wasn't there. She snuck home a few times only to find Mark busy working and content with her dog for company. Shaggy stuck close to Mark even when using his noisy power tools, and they seemed good friends. As the weeks went by, Claire would arrive home from work and spend a little time talking to Mark before he packed up his tools and headed home. She withdrew him bit by bit from his shyness to find that he was also divorced, but many years ago. He was eventually asked to stay for a meal and the relationship slowly developed; a few restaurant meals and a movie or two. Claire really liked Mark, for there was an easy and gentle manner about him that she enjoyed. He was honest and warm, and even though he towered over her, she felt safe with nothing but reassurance in his presence. For the first time, she felt a longing to be held and comforted, and maybe even taken to bed for a little loving. She waited patiently for him to make the first move, but alas he seemed the perfect gentleman. One brave night while at the movies, she reached over and placed her hand on his, his big paw opened and took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. At least it was a small beginning she thought to herself. That night they sat in her lounge and sipped whisky laced coffee as they chatted. Eventually Mark stood and carried their empty cups to the kitchen, then returned to the lounge for his car keys. Claire picked them up for him, but instead of handing them over, she slipped them down the front of her jeans. She grinned at his surprised face and stood her ground. "If you want them, you'd best come and get them." she whispered before turning towards the bedroom. She stood waiting beside the bed as he gingerly entered her bedroom for the first time. "Claire, do really want to do this?" "You wouldn't be in here if I didn't. I want you right here and right now, but you'd best hurry in case I change my mind." He stood with uncertainty a few steps away and Claire made her move. Her arms were soon around his neck and her lips seeking his. Their fist kiss was tentative, little pecks and the meeting of tongues, but it quickly grew with intensity. Claire stood on tip-toes to reach, but Mark placed his big hands under her buttocks and lifted her effortlessly to the correct height. Claire chuckled and kicked her shoes off before wrapping her legs around his thighs to support herself. There they stayed kissing and nibbling at each other until Claire suggested the bed would be more comfortable. They were soon laying in each others arms, contently kissing and cuddling. Again Claire had to take the lead by manoeuvring Mark's hand to her breasts where he gently fondled them but went no further. "You can take my clothes off, I won't bite." she whispered after awhile. She sat up while he removed her top, and then turned her back to him so her bra could be released. Holding it in place, she turned and nodded at him to complete the task. She grinned as his shaking hands slipped the material from her shoulders and arms. "You like?" she asked placing his hands onto her breasts and jiggling them. "Mmmmm, I do." "That's good, now if you must know I really like my nipples sucked. Can you do that?" she asked lowering herself to the pillow. Claire closed her eyes in pleasure as Mark's warm inquisitive tongue explored her breasts; it had been along time since that had happened. She felt his hand sliding up the outside of her thigh and waited patiently for him to get more confident. Eventually his hand moved between her thighs, and Claire signalled her approval by opening them a little. He caressed her pussy through her jeans for a short time before his hand found her belt buckle which was quickly undone. The top button was soon released as the zip below, and his car keys rescued from their hiding place. Mark lifted his lips from her breasts and jingled the keys in his hand. "I've got them now, maybe I should go home." he said with jest. Claire grinned, "Well that's one option. But if you wanna be paid for all your hammer work around here, you just might wanna consider the second option." "Oh yes, what's that?" She raised her hips from the bed and looked down at her jeans, "You just take these off and I'll show you." Mark slipped his fingers in the waist of her jeans and eased them downwards exposing her lovely long thighs. Claire held her panties in place as she had no intention of making it too easy for him. Mark gazed down at the beauty below him, large full breasts, a narrow waist and a pair of skimpy black panties below. Her thighs were full and shapely tapering down to her knees. His hand wandered up between her thighs and he could feel her warm arousal and dampness through the thin material. Claire sighed with pleasure as his hand slipped down the front of panties and through her triangle of curls to her lips below. His finger slipped over her clitoris and gave it a gentle tweak before seeking her opening below, and when it found the right spot, Claire eagerly pushed her buttocks upwards to engulf it. "Ohhhhhhh." she moaned as her pussy was assaulted by another person for the first time in countless months. Claire managed a smile, for it didn't matter how much she had masturbated in those long lonely months alone, there was nothing like having one's pussy tormented at the hands of someone else. She turned towards Mark and quickly removed his shirt before slipping her hand downwards to the front of his trousers. She was greeted with a rigid pole which was straining against its confines; her hand caressed the bulge briefly through the material before moving upwards to his belt. With one hand, she deftly undid the belt, button and zip; she then ventured inside and grasped his manhood. Oh dear, she thought to herself as her hand encircled his shaft and measured his girth with fingers and thumb, this was going to be somewhat challenging. She released him and eased his trousers down to further release his discomfort. She watched in silent amusement as his substantial erection swung back and forth, it was long and thick but Mark was a big man and therefore it was in proportion. She placed her hand around it again and looked at the gap between her thumb and finger, her pussy was indeed going to be stretched like never before. She had experienced a few lovers before she had met her ex-husband; she couldn't count them on one hand, but could easily on two. Not one of them would measure up to the one now in her hand, she leaned forward and rubbed her cheek over the elongated circumcised head before slipping it into her mouth. He sighed with pleasure as her tongue caressed the head as she gently sucked him. Claire felt her panties being eased downwards and shifted her body weight to make it easier, once down to her knees, she lifted her ankles so that they could be dispensed with. She then eased herself upwards so that they could kiss, they soon adjusted themselves so that they were lying facing each other. Claire parted her legs a little to allow his erection to slide between her thighs, she could feel the welcoming warm hardness on her pussy lips. Closing her thighs tight, she rocked back and forth enabling his cock to slide up and down her the length of her lips which only aroused her further. "I've got condoms." Mark stated. "Thanks for asking, but I'm on the pill, so do we need really them?" "I don't think so." "Let's do without them; I want to feel you inside me." Claire replied as she rolled onto her back and offered herself to him. Mark rolled over between her open thighs taking his body weight on his powerful arms. Claire reached downwards and took his erection in her hand, waiting for him to correctly position himself she directed his large head between her pussy lips and moved it up and down for a little lubrication. With a little trepidation, she then directed it to her opening and lifted her pussy upwards. The large head slipped inside her after the briefest of resistance, with her hand remaining around the shaft to control its entry, she allowed Mark to slowly and gently ease himself inside her. She felt her insides being stretched as never before, but it wasn't unpleasant, maybe just a little strange. It'd been a long time since a cock had been in her private little place, and it was good that the wait was finally over. "You okay? Mark whispered. "I'm not hurting you?" "Nah, just take it easy and I'll be fine. It's been a while since I've done this. A bit out of practice I reckon." Claire released her hold on his shaft and bent her knees a little to make the angle easier on her. It took but a short time for uncertainty and discomfort to wane, and the pleasure to come to the fore. She had accepted his length with ease and his strokes were full but gentle. She began to move with him, her hands wandering over his wide back. Their faces were close and little kisses, licks and nibbles went with it. Mark began to build up a little speed and Claire matched every stroke, and then with little warning, he gave a deep sigh as he ejaculated deep inside her. Oh great, Claire thought to herself. My first fuck in over two years and I get a premature ejaculator. Just my luck. "Sorry." Mark exclaimed. "I just couldn't help myself." Claire gave him a kiss, "Its okay." "Can I keep going?" "Sure, you go for it and I'll tag along for the ride." she replied. Claire was pleasantly surprised when Mark began to ride her once more. Each stroke was met by a noisy sloshing from her cum lubricated pussy. She hooked her legs around his buttocks as he rode her, their bodies were soon glistening with sweat but ignored in the heat of passion. "How about letting me have a turn on top?" she asked after a while. Mark rolled sideways onto his back and waited to be mounted; Claire raised her body to a sitting position and reached to the bedside cabinet for a tissue which was placed between her thighs to catch his leaking cum. After a quick wipe, she lifted a thigh over his torso and sat on his thighs. Her hand slipped around his erection and gave it a loving squeeze before sliding it up against her navel; she smiled when the head stood well higher than her belly button. "It's a big fella ain't it?" she commented. "I haven't had too many complaints about it being too small." "I bet you haven't." she replied while lifting her buttocks and moving forward over his cock. With a little wriggle to get it in the right place, she eased herself down on it. When it was in to the hilt, she sat upright and rotated her pussy to get a good feel for it. "Look ma, no hands." she commented flippantly. Mark laughed heartily, "I'm sure your ma would be real pleased to see you now." "Nope, she'd be horrified. She'd still want me to be her innocent little girl, you know, happily married but still a virgin." Claire lowered herself onto Mark's chest and gave a quick kiss, "You're the first man I've ever met who can cum and then keep it up for a second shot. You do this sort of thing often?" "Only when I'm really excited." "Oh, so I excite you just a little do I?" "Well, I've been fantasising about this ever since I first laid eyes on you. I was kinda hoping my dream would come true." "Really?" she asked with interest. "If you were so interested, why was your quote so high?" The Day Of The Pigeon "Business is business, I keep my private life separate. I don't mix money and sex." "Mmmmm, very wise words." Claire placed her head on his shoulder and rode him slowly; she enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin on hers. Her fingers explored his hard chest and arms. He was a powerful man, but she sensed the gentle softness in his nature and knew he was a good man. After a short time, her widely parted thighs began to suffer, she wasn't used to having them spread so far. "We're gonna have to change positions." Claire whispered. "It's getting a little uncomfortable like this." "What do you suggest?" "How about from behind?" Claire rolled off and positioned herself on all fours on the bed. Mark moved around behind her, but his cock was too high for good penetration. Moving backwards, he placed his feet on the floor and stood beside the bed. Taking her buttocks in his hands, he gently guided her backwards towards him. The position was perfect, and Mark guided his cock between her pussy lips, and with a gentle push eased himself inside her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." Claire moaned as his cock slipped inside her to the hilt in a single stroke. Mark began to move inside her with long strokes, his hands on her buttocks pushing and pulling her body. Claire grimaced under the onslaught, it felt good but her pussy wasn't used to so much torment. His strokes began to get faster and faster, their skin slapping noisily together with each stroke. Claire pulled the pillows under her and lay over them as Mark neared his crescendo. "Geeeeez, I'm gonna cum again." he muttered. Mark slowed his pace as began to cum, and Claire grinned contently as she felt his warm cum flooding into her pussy for the second time that night. She could feel him trembling with pleasure behind her, his cock up inside her fully to the hilt. After his orgasm had waned, he moved back and forth with long slow strokes. "Ohhhhhh, that's soooo nice." he whispered several times over. Claire could soon feel his erection begin to subside and she placed her head on the bed and waited for him to withdraw from her. A short time later, they lay beside each other arm in arm on the bed. Claire had placed a towel strategically under her buttocks with a corner between her thighs to catch Marks cum. "So, how was it?" she asked. "Did it match your fantasy?" Mark laughed and gave her a squeeze, "Surpassed it. There's nothing better in life than good sex." "Amen to that." "What about you?" he asked. "Was it okay for you?" Claire smiled, "Yep, my old pussy's sure had a work out. It was good fun." "Did you cum?" he inquired. "Nah, I don't cum when I'm fucking. It's gotta be by hand or vibrator. A good licking's nice too, but it doesn't make me cum either." "Do you want me to try and get you to cum." "Nah, you don't have to. I'm quite content with being fucked. I don't need to cum every time I do it." "But you've made me cum twice; I'd like to see you cum." "You don't have to." she reassured him. "But I want to. I want our first time together to be special; I really want to see you do it." Claire grinned; most men she'd been with would be quite happy to roll over and go to sleep at this stage of proceedings, her ex-husband included. She appreciated Mark's consideration for her own pleasure. "Okay then." she replied. Claire reached over to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a tube of lube she used for masturbation from the top drawer. She then moved to the centre of the bed and spread her legs wide. There was no guilt or embarrassment as Mark moved between her thighs and gazed down at her most private part. She squeezed some lube onto her fingers and gently rubbed it between her already tender pussy lips. "You've got a lovely pussy." Mark commented. Claire laughed, "I think they're ugly looking things, mine included. At least I don't have to look at it." "It looks real nice to me." "Well, thank you. Now here's the deal. I like it with a finger inside me and my clit being played with. You need to start off real slow and then work with me." Mark reached forward and slipped a long thick finger inside her, placing the thumb of his other hand on her clitoris; he began to slowly work her pussy. Claire placed her hand over his and helped to get his technique right. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice, just like that." she soon whispered. Claire looked between her thighs and noticed that Mark was getting another erection; she looked up into his eyes and grinned. She then closed her eyes and moved her fingers to her nipples and caressed them as her mind slipped into pre-orgasmic concentration mode. Mark gazed down at Claire's pussy; the dark curls above her lips were glistening with her wetness. Her lips were stretched wide as he worked her; he gazed at her long shapely thighs, his eyes moved upwards and watched as she played with her nipples. Mark grinned; he was in a real good place and was enjoying himself immensely. It didn't take long for Claire to sense the beginnings of an orgasm, and soon her buttocks were gyrating under Mark's skilful hands. For their first time in bed together, he was certainly in tune with her body which was no easy feat. His finger inside her had found the so called G spot. For Claire, not especially pleasurable unless worked in conjunction with her clitoris, but together they were a formidable combination. "Ohhhhhhhhh, that's it, just like that." Claire urged. "Just like that and I'll cum real quick." As she felt her orgasm nearing, Claire raised her buttocks from the bed and pushed back at Mark's hands. She moaned loudly as he changed momentum on her clitoris by tweaking it faster, and it's all it took to take her to the brink of heavenly bliss. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuccccccccccccck ." she moaned as her body shuddered with pleasure, wave after wave of sweet pleasure flowed through her. It was long and exquisite pleasure and Claire didn't want it to end. Her hands seized his and pushed his finger deep inside her. "Ohhhhhh, that's soooo nice. Thank you, thank you for making me cum." she groaned as her body began to slowly relax. She then reached forward and dragged Mark on top of her locking her legs around his buttocks. His hard cock just slipped into without assistance causing her to moan and push hard back at him. Her tongue was soon in his mouth searching and probing; she eventually broke the kiss and looked lovingly up at him. "That was real good." she whispered. "And for that you get to stay the night." He grinned down at her, "Well I suppose I can manage that. Do you do breakfasts?" "Nope, I may be good in bed, but I'm a lousy cook." she lied while rolling him onto his side and cuddling into him. "I'm glad we did this." she whispered a short time later. "Me too, I like you a lot." "I like you too." she replied and gave him a squeeze. They lay quietly knowing that nothing more had to be said. The next morning, Claire woke to his gentle snoring beside her. She thought about waking him, but he seemed blissfully asleep. Being a work day, she climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. Her pussy was more than a little tender from the workout and was washed with careful consideration; hopefully she would get the opportunity to get used to regular workouts with Mark. After the shower, she dried herself and wandered back into the bedroom wearing only bra and panties. She found Mark lying awake with his hands behind his head, her eyes zeroed in on his erection standing straight up. He grinned mischievously and made it dance in the air. "How about coming back to bed?" he asked hopefully. Claire stood provocatively in front of the bed, legs slightly open and hands on hips, "Not a chance, I'm too tender down below, and I've got to go to work." "Aw, c'mon. You can't leave me like this. How about a little handjob?" Claire smiled and climbed on the bed, "Well a handjob we can probably manage." "Panties off?" Mark inquired. "Oh no, panties stay on. You can't be trusted." Claire squeezed some lube onto the head of his cock and rubbed it down his shaft. She then began to work him with long strokes, one hand concentrating on the head, the other his shaft. She had always like giving handjobs to her boyfriends, there was something powerful in making a cock hard and playing with it until spat. In her late teens before she gave up her virginity, she kept her boyfriends happy with her proficient handjobs. She became skilful and learned the technique of teasing, then she liked to see how far they could squirt their cum. Sometimes she managed to get it to land on their faces and she would laugh at their untoward reaction. It was okay for the girls to get it on their faces, or even swallow it, but it obviously wasn't meant to land on their face. She studied his shaft in the morning light, it was straight and rock hard with thick veins running up its length, the large head slightly lighter in colour than the shaft below. His balls below were large and tight, as if ready to explode. She could place one hand on top of the other, and the head still protruded above. It sure was big. Claire had began to quicken her pace when Mark reached down and picked her up effortlessly from the bed and turned her around into the 69 position. She could only grin when she felt his lips on her inner thighs; she pumped his cock faster hoping to make him cum before he could seduce her. But when she felt his warm lips on her panty covered pussy, she knew all was lost, and slowly lowered her pussy onto his face. Maybe she could be late for just one day she thought to herself, just this once. Having missed out for so long, she had a bit of catching up to do, and opportunities like this shouldn't be avoided. For the next few days, Claire was blissfully happy. She looked forward to arriving home to find Mark on the finishing part of the work on her house. The second day after they'd consummated their relationship; she arrived home and asked if he wanted to stay for a meal? When he said yes, she asked when he would like the meal before or after sex, naturally it was after. They never talked about the longevity of the relationship; it was just assumed by both parties that it was a done deal and come what may. As the weeks drifted by, Claire watched Mark with some trepidation; she was waiting for the first signs of loss of interest. But he seemed just as besotted with her as she with he. Even though he was a big strong and confident male, he liked to hold her hand in public or put his arm around her at the movies. The weeks soon turned into months and they spent most of their spare time and nights together. After careful consideration, Claire one night suggested that he might like to move in with her. She was initially dumfounded when he declined, but then he explained that he was an old fashioned sort of guy and he couldn't just live with someone, and he would prefer to be married. So, he asked if she would care to marry him. A shocked Claire took just a few seconds before agreeing to his proposal. At first, Claire thought he might have overcommitted himself, but then asked if she would like to pick her own engagement ring, or would she like him to do it? Having quite an interest in retail therapy, Claire replied that they should maybe do it together. Later that afternoon, Claire was sporting the ring of her choice, and became the happiest woman in the whole wide world. Mark grinned when a few days later, Claire brought up the idea of a pre-nuptial agreement to protect her assets. It would later turn out that he himself had substantial land investments and his financial worth easily outweighed hers. While being very much in love, both having been through rocky divorces decided that it would be prudent to go through the process anyway. Not wanting to waste valuable time, theirs was a short engagement, and they were soon married which was witnessed by a few close friends. Now, Claire found being married to Mark wasn't easy, but for all the right reasons. Her husband turned out to be a workaholic, in the first year; he renovated the kitchen and bathrooms, installed a walk-in wardrobe and then found time to landscape the grounds. Even when she took him to a secluded hotel for a dirty weekend, he got into an in-depth discussion with the owner on how to best renovate the bar area. Claire put her foot down and threatened Mark with her withdrawal of all sexual favours, and the owner with non-payment of accommodation. It sure got the desired results. Mark also seemed a little uncomfortable around Claire's friends who were mainly academic types from her work. He was in awe of their intellect and considered himself below them. To remedy the situation, Claire invited them to a BBQ on a hot Sunday afternoon. She then showed her friends around the house pointing out all the fine work that Mark done since they'd been together. Now, it would be fair to say that most academics don't know the difference between a hammer and a screwdriver, much to their spouse's disgust. The wives commented on how lucky she was to have such a useful man about the house. While in the kitchen, one of the wives inquired if he was a perfect husband; and good in bed also? Claire smiled and replied that he was hung like a horse; the resulting laughter turned all the male heads that were standing outside socialising. Another wife asked if Claire would be prepared to rent him out by the week end or even by the hour, causing even more laughter. Mark was on the receiving end of a fair amount of attention after that, and he slowly warmed to Claire's circle of friends. The last bastion of Mark's empire to be conquered was his vehicle in which Claire refused to travel in. The old Toyota Land Cruiser was well past its day, the large four wheel drive belched smoke, the worn out springs and shocks made the bone shaking ride unbearable. Every time it rained, there was more water inside than out, and to make things even worse, the radio didn't work. But as Mark often explained, it was a work vehicle that carried tools and timber; it wasn't supposed to be flashy. But, Claire waited patiently for the inevitable breakdown, and then set her little plan into action. When Mark went to pick up his supposedly repaired vehicle at the Toyota dealership, all he found was a brand new shiny black Toyota Land Cruiser where his should be. Mark looked around at his wife and pretended to be angry, but all he could do was laugh. He picked her up and held her close, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. Claire just wrapped her long legs around his and gazed into his eyes. "I don't deserve you." he whispered. She gave him a little peck on the lips, "Sure you do."