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Claire and Roger, Part Two
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Claire pointed Roger to the couch in the den.
"I'm going to change my clothes. What do you want me to wear?"
Roger was a bit surprised by the question.
"Really, what should I wear. It's been too long, I'm not sure, tell me
what I should put on."
"Anything?"
"Anything." Claire was becoming excited at the idea of letting this man
run a little piece of her life.
"Do you mean if I ask you to put on a black brassiere that hooks in the
front, black bikini panties, a black garter with black stockings and
heels you'd have those things and actually do it?"
Claire did have those things. She wore them under her much more
conservative dresses at those business dinners Thomas took her to when
he needed a wife there. Dressing like a slut underneath was Claire's
only rebellion up to that point. Or at least it was what she thought a
slut would wear. And that wearing those things was rebellious.
"Sure." Claire turned to go.
"No, wait."
Claire turned back.
"Do you have a long dress that fits your lovely body very tight and will
cling everywhere that's made of very filmy, dark, soft material and that
buttons all the way down the front?"
"Yes, I'll get that, too."
"No, wait."
Claire turned back, again.
"I bet you think I want the black underwear under that dress, right?"
"Well, yes." Claire was becoming curious. What had she started?
"Actually we can save the black stuff for another time, unless you
really want to put it on. I'd like you to wear the long, soft, tight,
filmy dress with nothing under it. Really nothing. I want to see your
curves through it. I want to see your nipples through it. You have a
beautiful body, I want to see you show it off."
Claire was very happy when she turned one more time to go.
"No, wait."
Claire spun around a bit too fast. Roger hesitated and then smiled.
"The dress you have on now is lovely, too. I want to see you in it
before you leave. Please take off the jacket."
Claire smiled again. No one had treated her this adoringly in a long
time. She took off the jacket and turned around as if she were
modeling.
"Beautiful. You are very sexy. I knew the instant I saw you at
Lansdowne you are very sexy."
Claire liked being genuinely complimented, not the perfunctory
compliments that Thomas mouthed when he was supposed to. Beside, Thomas
may have said "beautiful," but he never said "sexy."
Roger stood up and moved toward Claire.
"Very sexy." Roger laughed a little, in a gently way, as if laughing at
himself. "I confess an urge to look down your dress. I'll have to try
harder to get to do that without being so transparent. I confess that
is what I was doing back there. You have that effect on men, you know.
You have very nice cleavage."
Claire had had men look down her dress before, or try, but she never had
one tell her outright that's what he wanted to do.
"Then take your look . . . " Claire paused, Roger did, then she turned
her back " . . . and zip me down."
Roger moved in very close to Claire. He raised his hands and with his
fingertips beginning at the nape of Claire's neck, gently caressed her
bare shoulders and down her arms. Claire shivered with delight. Roger
ran his fingers back up Claire's arms, over her shoulders and down her
chest, drawing a little circle with his fingers in her cleavage, across
the tops of her breasts and up again around her neck before he kissed
the back of her neck and reached for and glided down her zipper. When
the back of her dress was completely open, Roger ran his fingers up
Claire's spine sending another tingle of excitement through her body.
She turned and stepped away backward, smiling warmly at Roger.
Realizing that her dress was beginning to fall away, Claire smiled
girlishly, covered her not yet really bare breasts with her hands and
turned and to run to her bedroom.
"No, wait. Just one more time."
Claire turned back toward Roger.
"Who zipped you up?"
Claire laughed hard enough that her hands and the front of her dress did
slip and almost did bare her breasts.
"My granddaughter. My granddaughter is big enough to zip me up."
Claire laughed again and this time did run to the bedroom.
When Claire returned to the den she found Roger had removed his shoes
and socks and his sweater. His shirt was unbuttoned three buttons down
the front. He wore no undershirt. The difference in their ages was not
forgotten, but didn't matter. Roger looked very sexy to Claire.
When Roger saw Claire enter the den she was wearing exactly what he had
asked for, a long, soft, tight, filmy dress which when she moved very
clearly nothing under it. Claire had a very good looking body under
that dress. The attention Roger had given her had Claire already
physically aroused. Her nipples were visibly erect through the dark,
filmy material. The mere physical appearance of Claire and more
importantly the passion she showed had Roger already physically aroused.
. The difference in their ages was not forgotten, but didn't matter.
Claire looked very sexy to Roger.
Roger rose from the couch and moved toward Claire. Claire paused where
she was and let Roger come to her. He pressed his body up against hers
and put his hands on her back, pulling her tight to him. Her body
pressed against his felt very warm and inviting. Her breasts pressed
against his chest through the filmy material. He ran his hands down her
back and over her bottom. No panties. And a very nice feel. He
continued to move his hands over her body. Claire began to respond with
small moves and wiggles and tiny mewing noises and her own hands moving
over Roger's body.
"I did the right thing by going out tonight. I'm doing the right thing
now." Claire knew the Sixth Commandment. It didn't matter. She
repeated softly, almost to herself "I'm doing the right thing now."
"I did the right thing by not letting you leave without me."
They kissed. Mouths closed at first, but then gradually opening, their
tongues probing, taking each other's lips one at a time between their
own, gently biting then pressing together again each trying to take the
other's soul into themselves, their hands moving faster and more
furiously over the other's body until they broke and stared at each
other in unrestrained lust.
Roger began to unbutton Claire's dress. The buttons were about an inch
apart. Claire was breathing very hard. When he had undone the twenty
or so buttons from her neck to her waist he reached inside her dress,
put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him again. They kissed
again, long and hard, before Roger pushed her gently back and ran his
hands inside Claire's dress over her body, over her breasts and up over
her shoulders, spreading the dress, baring her body, and moving his
hands down her arms, Claire's dress fell to the floor. Claire stood
naked before a man who was not her husband for the first time in her
adult life. The man who stood before her was still nearly fully
dressed. Claire felt wonderfully decadent, marvelously sensual,
splendidly sexual.
"Beautiful. Ravishing. Alluring. Fascinating. Enchanting. Captivating.
Bewitching. Enticing. Entrancing. Seductive." The words fell from
Roger's mouth with an innocence and sincerity that made Claire believe
he meant every one of them which he did for the quite straightforward
reason that those are qualities that age does not diminish when they are
genuine to begin with and Claire very much was beautiful, ravishing,
alluring, fascinating, enchanting, captivating, bewitching, enticing,
entrancing and seductive.
Claire stepped out of the dress that circled her feet, wrapped herself
around Roger and kissed him again.
"Get undressed. I want to see what you look like nude."
Roger stepped back and took off his clothes. He did not try to look
especially sexy or move particularly provocatively when he did it. He
did not try to imitate a male for girls stripper. He couldn't if he had
tried. Claire didn't care. All he did as he took his clothes off was
never take his eyes off of her. He stood nude in front of her looking
at her with desire in his eyes and the desire his body had for her fully
on display. Claire stepped toward Roger, took his hands and spoke
softly.
"Take me to bed. Do things that have never been done to me before. I'm
ready for anything. Lay me down and show me fire."
Claire led Roger to the bedroom. Claire led Roger to the master
bedroom, not to one of the childrens' former bedrooms now converted into
guest rooms or to the room that had always been the guest room. Claire
led Roger to the master bedroom, the one she normally shared with her
husband. Claire was certain that through all his affairs Thomas had
never done that here. Claire was feeling very sexually wicked. To her
surprise Roger rather carefully began to turn down the bed covers.
Claire did not think most men would think of that and would certainly
not do it quite so neatly as Roger did. Maybe he was showing some kind
of respect for the place where she had chosen to lay down with him. She
liked the idea, the ceremonial violation of the marital bed. Claire met
Roger in the middle of the bed and lay down next to him. Roger propped
himself up on one elbow, placed the hand of the other arm directly on
Claire's womanhood and began a strong, firm, slow circular motion that
very quickly began to spread semi-orgasmic quivers through Claire's
already excited body.
"Ooooooooooo" the sounds that rose from within Claire continued to grow.
Roger continued his erotic massage of Claire's mount enchanted by the
sensuous sounds rising from her throat.
"That's wuuuuundeeeerrrrfulllllllll . . . "
Roger moved his body around and positioned himself between Claire's
legs. He pressed him mouth against her furrow and continued with his
closed mouth the erotic massage.
"Ooooooo Moooooore."
Roger opened his mouth, spreading Claire's lips with his, and then
pressed his mouth against her soft, wet flower. Claire launched her
first orgasm in much, much too long a time. The scream of delight that
Claire let out filled the room and so startled Roger with the intensity
of her pleasure that he jerked a little, pressing suddenly harder
against Claire's entrance making her come even harder. Roger was amazed
at how easily this woman came and, he thought, how hot she must be.
Roger extended his tongue and began lapping up and down the length of
Claire's sex. Claire responded with an intensity of sound and movement
that nearly had Roger come on the mattress just from the proximity to
the passion of it. Roger could not believe one woman could possess such
a store of sexual energy, let alone one Claire's age. Roger decided he
had a lot to learn.
He remembered she had said "Do things that have never been done to me
before." His only mistake was that he did not know he already had. It
was a mistake that if she had understood it Claire would easily have
forgiven. Roger placed three pillows next to Claire's hips on the bed,
rolled Claire onto the pillows so they were under her hips with her ass
in the air. Claire happily expected and eagerly welcomed the idea that
Roger was about to enter her from behind. When with his fervent mouth
he attacked Claire's most nether regions from behind, licking and
kissing and sucking on her vagina and clitoris with his face pressed
between her cheeks Claire took off on another orgasm, but when his
tongue probed into her anus her orgasm roared up like a rocket. Licking
and kissing up and down from Claire's anus to her clitoris and back
Roger was enthralled by Claire's moaning, wailing song of orgasm.
Claire heard the voice of female sexual release filling the room but did
not recognize it as her own. It was incredibly intense, but from where
she was it was too far away. Gradually the screams of orgasm eased into
a struggle to regain the ability to breathe. Gradually the moans of
intense pleasure abated and transformed into the heavy breath and
finally recognizable sound of her own voice, Claire's own voice, and the
wonderment that she was ever capable of what had come to her after so,
so long.
Both Roger and Claire were regaining their breath. Claire was too hot
to stop. She wanted everything tonight. She moved Roger on his back in
the middle of the bed. She took his cock in her hand and breathlessly
moaned "I want to suck your cock." Claire knew the words. She had read
them in magazines she had found in her son's room before he had moved
out. She had heard them in videos she had rented. She had seen it
happen in those videos. She had tried it long ago with Thomas, but he
would have none of it. Sex like that was not for his wife. Sex like
that was for dirty women, whores. That's why he had girlfriends.
That's when Claire finally knew he had girlfriends. Claire knew the
words. She had thought she would never, ever actually say them out loud
to a man, but she did. "I want to suck your cock." She had seen the
videos. "Tell me how you want it."
"Get on top of me. In a soisante-neuf."
Claire liked the idea that Roger said it in French. She climbed on top
of him. She perched her pussy over Roger's mouth. She opened her mouth
as wide as she could and slowly moved it over his pointing rod. It was
in her mouth, but still not touching. Then she slowly closed her mouth
on Roger's erection. And even more slowly began to move her mouth up
and down its length, feeling deliciously sexual, delightfully wanton,
wonderfully decadent and totally intent on having Roger come in her
mouth.
Roger could not have not begun at that moment to lick and kiss and suck
on Claire's cunt. It was no longer her "womanhood" or her "sex" or any
such euphemism. It was her cunt now. Her hot cunt. Roger for the
first time let the thought enter his mind that it does not matter how
old a cunt gets, it still is hot cunt. Roger's cock began to feel good.
God this woman was hot. No matter how old she was, she was incredibly
beautiful and incredibly sexy and incredibly hot. And his cock was
beginning to feel very, very good.
Claire could tell that Roger was excited. His hips were moving in
circles, he was beginning to thrust slowly up and down, his tongue was
moving over and around her love button. She knew she was in control of
him. She owned him for those moments. Maybe that's why Thomas wouldn't
let her ever do that. The feeling in her cunt, now Claire was thinking
with words like "cunt", too, was swelling into another orgasm. Claire
moved her mouth and tongue over Roger's cock harder and faster. She
could feel it swell and grow harder and tremble and as the wave of
pleasure radiated from between her legs under Roger's tongue the milky
white fluid shot from Roger's cock into her mouth and Roger grunted and
shot again and again and Claire felt gloriously, fabulously like the
hottest slut in the world.
Claire swallowed Roger's cum. She knew she had to do that. She wanted
to be able to look at her husband and know what he did not that she had
had a man come in her mouth, that she had swallowed his come and that it
was not him.
The dark, sexual thoughts began to go away. Claire wanted to be
lovingly held.
"Hold me. Please."
"Turn around and face me. Here, get up. Put your middle over me."
Roger held his still stiff erection against Claire's sex. He was back
to thinking of it in terms of wonder and respect. "Slide onto me, then
lay down." Claire did, she eased herself onto Roger, thinking that
having his smooth, slippery manhood slide into her wet femininity was
the best thing that could possibly happen. Then she lay down on Roger's
chest. He wrapped his arms around her. Held tightly in the much
younger man's arms, his strength inside her, Claire felt completely
satisfied. They kissed, long and soft and tender. Then Claire put her
head down next to Roger's and nuzzled into his neck to lose herself in
her thoughts.
Roger, Claire knew, would never be a financially successful as Thomas.
A man like Roger would never have been able to give her a house like
this or the clothes and jewels she had or take, or send, her on the
trips she had taken. But he would have been there. And there would
have been so much more love, and sex. Claire decided that thinking now
about how her life might have been different would only ruin the
wonderful night she was having now. Would she see Roger again? Should
she see Roger again? She'd decide that tomorrow. She knew she wanted
to, she wanted to see him again, this young man holding her so tenderly
with his wonderful magic wand still in her love muscle when she knew
most men would by now having had their pleasure would have run away.
But she'd decide it tomorrow.
Claire, Roger knew, had a deep need for love and passion he could not
provide. Oh, he could tonight, and maybe again, but not the way she
needed it. Not for long enough. Would he see her again? He wanted to.
He liked the way she looked. She liked the way she sounded, the sounds
she made when she came were better than any video he had ever seen, or
heard. He liked the fact that she held nothing back. The other women
he had fucked all seemed like they didn't want to lose control. He
liked the fact that she was so much older and so different from the
other women he has spent his time with. He wondered how long it could
last.
Roger finally shrank from Claire's box.
"It was very good, but you wanted to fuck me, didn't you?"
Claire was no longer amazed at her own language. She had never called
the sex she had with her husband "fucking." Now she just used the word.
"Yes, I did and I still do."
Claire reached between her legs and found Roger's now limp penis.
"I want you to fuck me. How long do I have to wait?"
"Not too long. You know that black underwear we talked about before?
Putting that on would help. But let's wait a bit. I like the feel of
your breasts against me."
"Tits. Call them my tits. Talk dirty to me."
"Okay. I like the feel of your hooters against me."
"I want to dress up like a slut and have you fuck my cunt! Talk dirty."
"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck my cock hard into your twat.
I'm going to shove my rod into your beaver and shoot my jiz deep into
your cunt. . . . . I don't like talking to you like that. I'm sorry.
But you are incredibly hot and incredibly sexy and I do want very much
to do those things with you."
Claire pushed off of Roger and got up off the bed. She went to her
dresser and opened a drawer. She took out a black four strap garter
belt and pulled it on. Then she got a pair of black stockings and
rolled them up over her legs, putting her feet in turn on the dresser
drawer so she could pose for Roger. Claire strutted around in a small
circle in only the garter and stockings and then posed with her hands
behind her head.
"I like the way you like showing off. It's very sexy. Don't stop."
Claire took out a black brassiere that hooked in front. It was a very
small bikini bra. She danced swaying her shoulders and hips when she
put it on and then posed again, this time with her hips thrust forward
and her hands behind her back.
"You're making he hard again, lady."
"Good. Let's go to the bar in the den and get a drink. Stay nude. I
like you that way. You're pretty sexy too. And try to talk just a
little dirty to me, okay?"
"Okay . . . slut."
Claire giggled, which wasn't particularly erotic, but Roger liked it.
She led the way to the den.
"You forgot your panties."
"Old sluts like me don't need panties."
"You're not old."
"I don't feel old. Do I look old?"
They stopped in the door to the den, facing each other.
"Not to me. You look a lot better now than you did when I picked you
up, and not because you're prancing around with no pants on. It's
because I know now how hot you are. That's all that really matters."
"But look close. Look at my skin."
"It doesn't matter. Sure I see you're not twenty any more. But I see a
very beautiful, very sexy woman . . . "
Roger put his hands on Claire's shoulders and caressed her chest down to
her breasts. Claire trembled.
"This is very nice . . . very nice . . . "
Roger opened the front hook of Claire's bra. Claire started breathing
harder.
"Very, very nice . . . "
Roger put his hands on Claire's breasts. Claire moaned.
"I love the sexual noises you make. There's nothing old about that.
And I have a hard-on again that's hot for you. Do you really want that
drink?"
"Yes, because I want to tease you."
Claire stepped sideways away from Roger and smiled. Leaving her bra
open in front she moved to the bar.
"I'm willing to be teased."
Claire took a bottle of scotch and two classes off the shelf and ice
from the refrigerator behind the bar.
"I think I said that I sometimes wear underwear like this when Thomas
makes me go to his business parties. I think next time I'll go like
this, without panties I mean. That will be good, talking to all the
people who know about all of Thomas's girlfriends who are being so cool
about not letting on to me that they know all while I'm standing there
with no panties on and my cunt bare. What do you think?"
"Slut."
Claire laughed.
"But remember to hook up the bra. It would show. I'd love to be there,
but I'd have an outrageous hard-on in my pants just knowing your pussy
was naked. And I'd spend most of the evening trying to look down your
dress."
Claire poured the whiskey into their glasses.
"You make me feel very good, Roger. And I like the look of that hard-on
you've got there now. I hope my bare pussy now has something to do with
it. Tell me what you want to do with it."
"I want to slip it into that honey pot you've got staring at me between
your legs."
"Is my 'honey pot' staring at you? Really? Or are you staring at it?"
Claire and Roger sipped their drinks.
"I am utterly focused on your body. I want to take you."
"How? It what position?"
"From behind. With your face in the pillow and your tits on the
mattress and your ass in the air and my cock jammed in your hot, wet
cunt as fast and as hard as I can pump it."
Claire drained her drink.
"God let's do it. Now."
Roger left his drink on the bar and chased Claire back to the bedroom.
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