Clarissa slept in my bed up until the following Friday. I hadn’t had this much sex since my twenties. We actually took Thursday night off to give her a chance to heal her well-used vagina. But, this would be our first real test. James would be home Friday evening, and we couldn’t tell him anything per his instruction. We had to go about things like nothing had changed. I couldn’t simply avoid them while he was there, which made it difficult, at best.
Clarissa and I talked about every aspect of our situation and decided that nothing should change in his presence. We also agreed not to leave the other hanging if we had insecurities about being alone with him. If anything, we would spend more time together with him, not less.
Friday night came, and Clarissa texted me, “James has arrived.”
I replied back, “On my way, be there in five minutes.”
After pulling into the driveway, I went straight to their house. Walking in, I offered, “Any chickens in this roost?”
James came rolling out with two beers and gave me a quick hug. For a second, I felt a pang of regret, which I would tell Clarissa about later. However, the evening went along like they always did before. We all enjoyed the meal that Clarissa made. We helped her clean up, and then all of us headed outside for a few drinks and conversation. James told us about his recent setbacks and his hope that things were once again headed forward.
We ended the night around eleven, and I headed home to an empty bed. It was a fitful night’s sleep without Clarissa to hold, so I went out to the pool for a quick swim. The best part of owning a pool with a privacy fence is skinny dipping at any time. And there was something about a late-night swim that always invigorated the senses. Walking out with a towel around my waist, just in case, I tossed it aside as I reached the steps.
Wading through the cool water brought back memories of Clarissa and our first time together. Floating on my back and envisioning her amazing body brought my periscope to full height. I moved slowly around the pool with thoughts of all the sex we’d had in the last week. After about twenty minutes of retrospection, I couldn’t keep my hands off my rigid pole. Starting a slow stroke, I knew that I wouldn’t last long, but I needed the release.
“Don’t waste that good stuff in the pool,” Clarissa said quietly.
Startled, I opened my eyes as I slipped under the water. Coming back up slowly, I saw Clarissa climbing down the ladder into the deep end next to me. She swam out to where she could stand and curled her finger in a come-hither motion. I moved stealthily through the water, trying to keep the splashing sounds to a minimum. Upon reaching her, Clarissa pulled me in for an immersive kiss.
With one arm around my neck, she slipped the other down to her suit and pushed aside her bottoms. Pulling herself closer, Clarissa then raised herself, placing her pussy onto my cock. She eased down slowly and whispered, “This one is all for you. Don’t worry about making me cum. I simply want to feel your juices flood my insides. Clarissa then moved her other arm to my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. She controlled the pace as she plunged up and down furtively.
Given my already rigid disposition, it didn’t take long before I was filling her womb. Holding her hips in place, I kissed her passionately for some time. Then, as my shrinking phallus slipped from her, she murmured, “It’s time for me to go, lover, but I knew that you’d need this, as did I.”
“I’ll pay you back in triplicate Sunday night,” I promised as I released her to head back home.
Clarissa sauntered up the steps. I watched as my lover went back to her husband with a feeling of heartache. After she disappeared through the gate, I stayed in the water for several minutes before sleep came calling. With heavy eyes, I climbed the steps and wrapped my towel around my waist. I slept like a baby and realized in the morning that that was Clarissa’s intent. She wanted me rested and content for the whole day since I’d be unable to touch her.
It had been a slow day at work this past Friday, so I could stay home for the day. Since Clarissa had risked being caught to satisfy me last night, I wanted to be around all day for her. Hopping in the shower early, I got dressed and texted James, “Feel like hitting some balls at the batting cage?”
His reply came swiftly as if he was waiting on it. “Sure, let me get a shower first. Why don’t you come over for an egg sandwich? Clarissa is making some now.”
“On my way,” I posted as I ran toward their kitchen. Sure enough, my lovely Clarissa was hard at work frying bacon and making coffee. I snuck in like a thief and listened for the shower upstairs. Then, when I was sure that I heard it running, I slipped in behind her and hugged her close. She was startled at first but quickly turned to kiss me unashamedly.
When the kiss broke, I uttered, “Wowww.”
“Yes, I missed you, and I can’t wait for Sunday morning.” Pausing for a moment of introspection, she added, “Does that make me a bad person?”
“Not in my eyes, it doesn’t!” I stated firmly.
Standing there in a quiet stare for a moment, we heard the shower cut off. Suddenly I wished it was Sunday morning too. Clarissa turned back to the breakfast as I took over pouring the coffee and making the toast. We were instantly back to our well-oiled friend machine once again.
“Did James tell you that I’m taking him to the batting cages this morning?” I asked in my regular conversational voice.
“No. I must have been down here already.”
“I figured he could smack the balls to let off some steam,” then added in a whisper, “I also wanted to give you a break from being alone with him.”
As James thundered down the stairs, Clarissa mouthed, “Thank you.”
We all had some coffee as we assembled breakfast and then headed out to their patio to eat. When breakfast was complete, James and I grabbed his gear and brought it to my house. We added to the trunk of my car, where mine was perpetually stored, and headed out. We took turns whacking balls, and I kept him there as long as possible without making it look suspicious.
In fact, it was me that suggested that we head home to see what Clarissa had in mind for lunch. However, James had other ideas and insisted on taking me for a beer at the pub just down the street. So he texted Clarissa, “We’re going for a beer and will be home a little later.”
“Okay, I’ll be in Sam’s pool relaxing and getting some sun. Have fun!” was Clarissa’s reply.
James and I found a table, and he ordered a pitcher of beer. I added some wings to the order since hunger was creeping up. We talked about the local sports teams for a while and watched a little of some game while we worked on the beer and wings. It was a typical few beers between friends, and the longer I was with him, the worse I felt for and about Clarissa. This was precisely why Clarissa and I suggested staying together when James was home. We knew the guilt would eat at us even though we had no intention of stopping.
With the beer and wings gone, I suggested a swim. James thought that sounded good, and we were on our way. Once home, I shot upstairs to don my suit and a t-shirt. James did the same as I once again cannonballed Clarissa. Of course, this time, it didn’t lead to sex since James was close behind. We swam and goofed around for about an hour before we were all napping on a lounge chair.
My unusual fifteen-minute power naps worked to my advantage as I got up and started the grill while they slept. Clarissa and I had purchased some steaks earlier in the week just for tonight. I also had some baking potatoes and nuked them for a few minutes before wrapping them in foil and putting them on the grill. I knew that Clarissa had already made a salad, so I headed to their place to retrieve it while they continued to snooze.
When I put the steaks on the grill, the smell brought the two sleepyheads around. Clarissa rose first and came to my side as James started to stir. Making sure that he couldn’t see us, I stole a hungry kiss. Clarissa fell right into it with no objections. Between that and the late-night pool sex, I knew that we were a real couple. We broke apart casually as she headed inside, and I monitored the steaks and potatoes.
Clarissa brought the plates and silverware outside while shouting, “Hey sleepyhead, are you getting up for dinner,”
James mumbled a half-hearted, “Yeah, I’m coming,” as he sat up in the chair.
It was an early dinner, but I brought out some good sipping whiskey for dessert in my continually unfolding plan to keep him occupied. With dinner consumed and the dishes handled, we all moved back to the lounge chairs. Clarissa was never one for whiskey, but she liked to watch us turn into idiots as we consumed too much. To keep myself from saying something while inebriated, I occasionally watered the lawn with mine. Clarissa caught on to my trickery early on and aided me with it going forward.
I didn’t want him to get too loaded, or he’d feel like hell in the morning. But, on the other hand, he needed just enough to let him sleep soundly until morning. With that in mind, I cut us off after half of the bottle was gone. James argued a little at first, but as his eyes began to get heavy, he thanked me for cutting us off. It was only about nine o’clock, but James started to doze off during the lulls in conversation.
Clarissa said to both of us, “I think it’s time for bed, boys.”
James perked us a little and mumbled something before dozing again. I got up and helped Clarissa get James to his feet. She got him moving in the right direction, and I followed in case he stumbled. Once she got him upstairs, I said, “Goodnight, guys,” and headed back to the pool. Stripping off my clothes, I waded into the water, hoping to see Clarissa again.
At some point, I hopped onto a floating chair and fell asleep. Waking to a cool breeze, I quickly paddled to the shallow end and headed to bed. The whiskey had done its trick on me too, and I realized that Clarissa must have been unable to leave. It was three a.m. as I fell into bed and drifted off again.
The alarm rudely woke me at seven, and I stumbled to the kitchen for some coffee. As the coffee brewed, I saw my phone and clothes out on the patio and went to retrieve them. Back inside, I noticed a text from Clarissa that read, “I can’t get away tonight. Every time I get up, James half wakes up and asks me, ‘Where are you going.’ After the second time telling him I had to pee, I just quit. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She’d sent it around eleven p.m.
I gulped down the first cup and poured a second before heading to the shower. As the hot water washed over me and I relaxed, a hand gripped my flaccid penis. Whipping the shower curtain open, there stood Clarissa in nothing but a smile. Without a word, I pulled her in and kissed her energetically as our hands roamed. Breaking the kiss suddenly, she turned away and assumed the position.
With my cock now at complete rigidity, I eased it into her welcoming puss. As I slid in and out of her calmly, my hands moved to a nipple and her clit. I gave them both considerable attention as she quickly approached her first orgasm. As her legs trembled, Clarissa pleaded, “Bed, now!”
I pulled her into my chest and carried her to my bed while still skewered on my stiff prick. On my knees, I continued to hold her tight to me as my hands went back to work on her magnificent body. Still pumping her sopping hole as my fingers teased brought on another climax for my betrothed sex toy. We each twisted our necks as our lips met at a difficult angle as she shook.
The second one robbed her of her strength, and our lips parted as she panted. I lowered her to the bed face down and continued to pump her inviting box. Between ragged breaths, Clarissa managed, “Cum… cum in me… make me… yours.” I pushed her legs up and underneath her torso before increasing my pace. Dabbing my thumb in her juices, I rimmed her little star as I closed in on my own mammoth peak. Then, wanting her to climax with me, I moved my thumb inside her rectum. We both began to scream as our orgasms crashed over us like a tidal wave.
As the aftershocks washed over us, I gradually lay down on top of her and pulled her onto her side. We stayed in that position, cuddling and touching for most of the morning. Then, as I would harden again from her touch, she would insist on having it inside her even if we didn’t move. There was no talking for the longest time until our bellies began to growl.
We laughed at our predicament and even talked about creating a new food delivery service. It would be for people who don’t want to leave the bed for whatever reason. But, of course, the delivery people would have to tolerate nudity. They may even have to stay to spoon-feed us if our hands were busy elsewhere. In the end, we finally got out of bed. Once we were both standing, Clarissa jumped into me with her hands around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I slipped myself back into her, and we walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I took the steps slowly, just trying to be careful, but Clarissa whimpered a little with each one. By the fourth, I dropped a little more animatedly, and she groaned hard. I repeated that for the remaining eight, and she was near orgasm. “More, more, please more,” she muttered as I felt her juices running across my scrotum.
Turning around, I did the same thing going back up the stairs. About halfway up, she convulsed from a mind-blowing climax. I stopped there and held her and the railing as her body slowly quit shaking. As she recovered, she said matter of factly, “I love you and have for some time. I want to be with you always. We’ve been friends for a few years now, and I know all of your secrets. I only want to be with you. No more hiding.”
“I love you too,” I replied as I walked us back down the stairs and sat on the couch. I kissed her softly as my mind whirled. Then, upon pulling back, I added, “You have to know that I feel the same about it all, but how do we tell James?”
“It’s really his fault. Him and that damn job. Even when he gets that promotion, he’ll never slow down. I’m not a friend and lover to him. I’m simply a trophy to bring out and display. I think that he’s really getting off on putting us together, knowing how close we’d become. In his mind, I’d never leave him because of the money. It just shows that he doesn’t know me at all.”
With her rant complete, I began kissing Clarissa again. She calmed down, and we made out for a few minutes before hunger called again. We both stood and moved to the kitchen, where I made more coffee while she perused the fridge. Looking back at me, Clarissa asked, “Steak and eggs?”
“Or?” I questioned as my hand moved over her yummy ass. Then, laughing at myself, I added, “I mean, sounds great.”
Clarissa closed the fridge with a sly look and turned to me, asking, “You want that do ya? Did I tell you that no one has ever had that?”
“You mean… anal?” I whispered as if someone might hear us.
Whispering back mockingly, Clarissa responded, “Yes, anal. Would you like to stuff your big, hard cock into my tight little ass?” As the thought ran wild through my overloaded brain, she turned and pressed her ass against me. Moving up and down like a stripper giving a lap dance, not that I’d know, as she kept me off balance. “What’s the matter, nothing to say?” she teased.
Knowing that I was close to blowing, I grabbed her hips and held them still as I nibbled her neck and ears. She quickly pulled away and turned to stare at my still pulsing member. “How close were you, or are you, should I say?”
“Very,” I stammered.
“Well, if you’re a very good boy today… ahh, who am I kidding? You already have been. So, tonight I’ll give you my anal cherry. But, if you take it, then that cock is mine until the end of time. Deal?”
“It’s already yours without that, but yes, it’s a deal.”
“You’re not very good at bargaining, are you?”
“Not with you, no. But do I really have to be? You’ve already given me everything I’ve ever wanted. So anyway, I’m pretty sure that you’ll still give it to me since you want it as bad as I do.”
“Oh, I do, huh? What makes you think that?” Clarissa replied sassily.
“This,” I said as I slipped my middle finger into her mouth for lubrication. She understood and slobbered on it generously. When Clarissa opened her mouth, I moved both of my hands behind her, pried apart her buttocks, and lubed her little star. Upon coating it, I slipped my finger inside her pucker as she cooed softly. “That’s why, my sexy little married sex toy.”
While continuing to finger her ass, Clarissa held me tight and continued to moan softly. As I began to kiss her too, she mumbled, “Okay… after breakfast.” My cock began to harden at the thought as it was trapped between our hungry bellies. Clarissa felt its growth and commanded, “Go. Get some lube, and we’ll do it now. Hurry!”
I pulled Clarissa back up the stairs and led her to bed. As she lay there on her belly, I ransacked my nightstand for a bottle of lube. Her lewd display on the bed did nothing to help my search. Clarissa’s legs were spread like she was doing the splits as she fingered her pussy from underneath. Her other hand had her buttocks wide open as she teased, “Come and get some, lover. My ass is waiting!”
Once I found it, I moved Clarissa onto all fours and coated her bum and my two fingers. I moved one in easily and after a few strokes, added the second. Her anal ring stretched willingly as the noises began. Clarissa was groaning like a rutting hog as I repeatedly speared her wanton ass.
“Fuck, yes! Oh, God, why did I wait so long? That’s enough of the fingers, fuck me, dammit!”
I knew that she was excited, but I didn’t want to hurt her on her first try. So with that in mind, I lubed her up some more and pressed a third finger in gradually. “Ohhh fuccckkk!” she growled. “How does this feel so fucking good, and I’ve never tried it?”
As her resistance to the three fingers waned, I coated my cock and moved in for the switch. It was pretty seamless, and I was pretty proud of myself as the bulb of my prick passed into her. I kept moving with about a one-inch stroke as her groans grew in volume.
“That’s your cock… right!” Clarissa panted. “God… it feels so… fuckinnnggg big!” she screamed as her body shook and her arms gave out. My hands on her hips held them up as she face-planted in slow motion. I still was only about halfway inside her and kept up my gentle pumping as her high slowly passed.
“Oh God, you’re going to make me cum again. You’re so good at ass-fucking. How… oh fuck! Arrrggghhh!” she screamed as another climax ripped through her body. She was a panting, sweaty mess, so I smoothly lowered her to the bed and pulled out of her slippery sphincter. Then, as she trembled in my arms, I moved to my side and pulled her in tight as she dozed off.
Clarissa wasn’t out more than twenty minutes before she stirred. “I love you, Sam,” were her first words.
“I love you too,” I answered while kissing her neck and shoulder.
“You know that you’re the problem here, right?” Clarissa said almost tearfully.
“How?” I inquired quietly.
“You’re too good to me. You always have been from the day we first met. You never treated me like a sex object. You were always just a friend and quickly became my best friend. Did you know that I’d rather spend the evening watching television with you than do anything else? And now you’ve become my lover and easily the best I’ve ever had. So if I do nothing else, I’m going to become your wife and make you as happy as you’ve made me.”
Clarissa slowly turned to face me, and we kissed deeply and longingly. Parting lips, I suggested, “Why don’t we get a quick shower before making breakfast? Or maybe, brunch. Some kind of food, dammit!”
Clarissa laughed her girly little laugh as I stood up and whisked her into my arms, heading for the shower. We made short work of cleaning each other up and drying off. Then, I grabbed some shorts for myself and handed her a t-shirt and a pair of my boxers. As we dressed, I said, “I’d love nothing more than to have you wander my house naked, but I fear we’d never eat if you did.”
“I could say the same about you, Sam. But, now that I’ve been with you and know how well you can please me, I would be distracted too.”
“Linner?” I suggested, given that it was now after one-thirty.”
Walking down the steps, Clarissa stated, “I don’t know about you, but I still want breakfast food. Eggs and pancakes?” she questioned.
“Sound excellent,” I returned as I got the coffee going once again.
Clarissa was mixing the pancake batter as I got the pan out and the eggs. As a team, we made quick work of the cooking and were soon gorging ourselves. Now that we were well fed, we had to tackle the lawns. Clarissa headed back to her house and put on some shorts before grabbing the weed wacker. We mowed, and whenever we crossed paths, there was always some sort of physical interaction. About an hour later, we were finished and put everything away.
We met back at the pool and stripped down before diving in and feeling up. The cool water did not deter my amorous penis, and soon we were making love in the shallow end. After an orgasm or two, we retired to the floating chair, where we snuggled and kissed. As the chair floated about the pool, we talked about our future, which included how to handle James.
“You know him better than me, Clarissa. How do you think we should tell him about us?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve been mulling it over in my head for a while now, even before we got together physically. I almost think that the cold hard truth would be the best way, but I’m still unsure. Any ideas?”
“What do you want from the marriage? I mean, are you a co-owner of the house, and do you want half of the things?”
“No, I was never added to the house, and it was James’ money that bought it, so nothing really. I’d like to have my clothes and a few odds and ends, but nothing else.”
“Okay. Someone like James will be worried right off the bat that you want half of everything. So, if you truly want out of the marriage easily, have an attorney write up a contract for divorce like you just said and present it to him. I think if you make it easy and non-confrontational that he’ll sign without too much hesitation.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Listen, I know that he cares for you in his own weird way. But in talking to him recently, I got the feeling that money was definitely his top priority. We talked about his sexual problems, and he laid it all out, and my response was ‘lose the job.’ And rather than even considering that, he posed that I should take care of you until he could. Who acts that way about someone that they love?”
“So what happens after that?” Clarissa asked meekly.
“You move in with me, we get married, your name goes on the house, and we have a family.”
“I love that answer,” Clarissa replied while starting to cry.
And they lived happily ever after!
