Claire: Part I

I wonder now why it mattered. I mean, other than this one thing that came between us, we seemed to have had a perfect marriage. I suppose there was trauma with how it all came out. The immediate bluntness of finding out he cheated.

But there was something else to it, wasn’t there? It took me a long time to consider these things. And that’s why I’ve come here. I’ve worked it out a million ways, and this seems to be the only way I could ever really achieve closure.

When Claire came into my life, it was so abrupt. The way she was so insistent had put me off so much, but I never considered that it wasn’t about the money. I never considered that even if Evan had paid her off, she might still have come forward.

She asked to meet me at some obscure bar on the lower east end. It was all very strange, but something compelled me to meet with her. When I arrived, I was stricken by this young, petite, twenty-something with perfectly manicured white nails, long black hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a chiseled unusual face that was incredibly attractive.

Claire had a voice that was somewhat gruff. I assumed that was a symptom of the whiskey she had been guzzling before and during my visit. She was wearing a long black coat covering herself quite carefully. The belt was tied tight and the buttons were fixed right up to the collar. She was tall and I noticed her fingers were quite long. I’m not sure why I noticed.

When she told me about her affair with Ethan, I was stunned. I didn’t believe it. Ethan? Ethan was a buttoned-up architect who never ventured away from missionary except for the occasional cowgirl I would insist upon from time to time. But Claire was insistent. She could prove it all, and I needed to learn the whole story. She compelled me to finish my drink and walk with her back to her studio at the end of the block.

The building Claire lived in was understated from the outside. It looked like a factory refurbished from 70s. When we got to Claire’s studio, I was impressed with how nicely it was done. Claire certainly had a touch. I found out later, she was a much sought after home decorator. This led me to two important facts, I figured out how Ethan had met her, and I realized that she didn’t need the blackmail money.

She took off her jacket and directed me to sit on the couch. She was petit, dressed casually in a sweater and jeans. She was very fit. Fitter than me, I measured, and I worked out a lot.

She didn’t beat around the bush. Ethan had been sleeping with her and when he broke it off, she wanted him to pay her to keep things under wraps. He didn’t and that’s why Claire invited me. The fucker had to pay one way or the other, was how she put it. Ethan had chosen the other.

Then without a word, she pointed the remote at the television and started playing a video. I recognized the apartment we were in with the camera focused on the bed that was across the room from where I was sitting. Claire got up as I waited for something to happen on the screen. “This was the first time. I have plenty others. I saved them all. Sometimes, I like to watch.”

As she poured us each a whiskey, something I felt I needed and was thankful she considered, the screen started to come to life. There was Claire, pulling Ethan to the bed. She was wearing a red skintight mini dress that was already pushed down off her shoulders revealing perfect C cups. And there was my Ethan, standing there in a button down I’d purchased for him and khakis.

Claire sat on the bed and unzipped Ethan’s pants. She took his cock out and started to jerk it insisting that it rose to its full mass before she engulfed it. The camera angle could not have been better. I sat there watching her suck long strokes up and down his rod. Ethan’s face was to the side, but his head was tilted back and I could tell his eyes were closed as he grabbed Claire by the back of her head and moved his hips back and forth ever so slightly. She took all of him in, even to the point of gagging.

“I’ve seen enough!” I cried after just a few minutes. I stood up to leave. “Whatever you thought he was going to pay you, he isn’t. I love my husband and he probably fucked you as some kind of mid-life crises thing.” I was angry.

Claire stood up. “Please, you need to keep watching.”

I started to make my way to the door, but Claire moved in front of me to impede my efforts. “Stop! Look, there’s more to this. You need to know.” Claire’s eyes were watering. Ever so quickly, she unbuckled the black belt holding up her boyfriend black jeans and let his pants drop. I am not sure what I was thinking at the time. I stared at her face in wonderment for what she was doing, but then I saw the bulge.

She had on black lace panties. They were the expensive kind. It could have been a hairy bush. But no. I knew. I sat back down, wondering, had he? Claire remained silent as she pulled her pants up and sat back down.

Things had progressed on the video. Claire had managed to remove all of Ethan’s clothes and was now standing up to exchange a deep long exchange of tongues as she slipped her dress to the floor.

She pressed against him. Ethan pulled back, and looked at her with the same confused look I’d seen him give me when I told him we had dinner plans and he’s had it on his calendar for months.

I was expecting him to turn away, but he didn’t. Claire kept her eyes on him standing as if she were prepared for a slap or a push. But Ethan, my Ethan didn’t do that. Instead, he reached down into Claire’s panties and pulled it out. Instead of doing any of the 1000 things I thought he might do, he slowly came down to his knees and delicately kissed the tip of Claire’s erect cock.

He sniffed it and held it. And then, he did it. He put her cock in his mouth. He looked as though he was enjoying it. Claire fell back on the bed with her legs hanging off the side and Ethan followed her attached to Claire’s cock. I watched as Claire grabbed at the sheets, and then Ethan’s head. Her hips started to convulse as she became rough in her approach into my husband’s mouth. Ethan showed no signs of objection.

Claire was crying out. Ethan took her cock out of his mouth and started jerking it up and down profusely. And then, just as Claire started to shoot streams of ejaculate, Ethan swallowed the tip of Claire’s cock, making the most offensive gulping noises as he inhaled her orgasm.

I’d seen enough. I walked out without a word, slamming the door behind me. This time, Claire offered no resistance. I walked home angry. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when I got home, but I knew it was going to be punishing. I was going to hurt Ethan. I was going to hurt him to make him feel as badly as I was feeling.

The universe sent me a message. I crossed St. Marks and walked right toward a window of a sex shop. The windows were darkened, but as I walked by the front door, I caught a glimpse of something big and red. I stopped and turned to see a dildo. I looked up at the shop sign and went inside.

Almost as if it had magically summoned me, I came to a wall of rubber cocks, dildos, and strap-ons. Is saw a 10-inch monster of a device. I picked it up. It had heavy straps to secure it to a waist and a long-red, very enormous cock-molded rod. It wasn’t light, but it was firm and didn’t have much give. It felt soft. The package advertised that it had ribbing. I presumed the vein-like raised lines running the length of it served to provide that extra friction. Again, I’m not sure that I was thinking clearly, but I had a feeling of purpose as I made my purchase and went straight home.

It was a Tuesday evening. Tuesdays were normally quiet. Ethan would have worked from his home office and would have ended his day with a scotch. Predictably, I found him in his chair looking at his phone with a tumbler on the stand within arm’s length.

Apparently, Claire had texted him. She didn’t even leave me the satisfaction. Ethan stood up, “Claire, I…”. I returned his stutter with a look so hard that it knocked him back into his leather chair. He put his face in his hands.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know how or why, or what. It just. It just happened. I got swept up in it. The novelty maybe, I don’t know.” Ethan mumbled.

I poured myself a drink, throwing my bag on the couch, not realizing my new purchase was in full view if anyone looked in the direction of the large purse. “It doesn’t feel good. You know, Ethan. It doesn’t feel good. The whole thing. Are you gay?” I was not making sense or trying to. I was bleeding emotion.

“No!” Ethan wailed. “No, I don’t think so, I don’t know what I am. But look, Jess, I can’t explain this thing. All I can tell you is that it was a mistake, I got caught up. It was this crazy connection. And then when I found out, it somehow didn’t matter. I wasn’t thinking clearly. The whole time.”

I looked at him there, crying like a little sad boy, hunched and looking small and weak. Something came over me. “Stop crying!” I shouted. The next slew of requests sounded like a Marine boot camp commander.

“Take your cock out!” Ethan looked at me and put his hands up.

“Wait, Jess. Look, let’s not do anything that could hurt ourselves.” Ethan pleaded.

“You fucking little shit.” I moved toward him in a hurry and stopped an inch from his face. I grabbed his crotch and squeezed just enough. “When I tell you to take your cock out, fucking take your cock out!”

Ethan quickly unbuckled his pants. I let go of his crotch only so he could drop his pants. “The boxers too.” Ethan did as he was told this time. I looked at his flaccid penis and laughed. I took it in my hands. “Look at this thing. It’s pathetic, like you! I know why you did it. You couldn’t get a proper woman to notice you so you picked up… that!” Ethan remained silent.

“Make it hard.” I said letting his cock fall from my hands. I sounded more reserved now. “Stroke it until it’s hard. Think about whatever you need to, or pull up your phone, but make that pathetic dick of yours hard.”

I grabbed Ethan’s tumbler. “Jerk off. Jerk yourself off into this.”

Ethan did as he was told. It took the time it took me to finish my first drink and pour my second. Ethan came into the glass mixing an impressive load with the few sips of whiskey that remained. I watched while thinking about him and Claire together, as I sat on the couch, opening the buttons of my blouse slowly.

“Now what?” Ethan asked. He started for his pants.

“Don’t you dare. Take your shirt off, leave your socks on so you look completely foolish and do it again.”

“Again?” Ethan asked dumbfounded.

“Yes.” I was blunt.

“I don’t think I can, Claire. I’m not eighteen.” Ethan contested.

“Well, we can either do it this way, or I can have my lawyer call you and see you next in a courtroom. Look, Ethan, I haven’t figured out the next few things, but until I do, I want to make sure you do everything exactly as I say, when I say, and how I say. That only guarantees that I will remain in the conversation. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Ethan thought for a few minutes and then started jerking his cock again. After a few minutes, he looked up with a pathetic look. “I don’t think I can…. Without help.”

I laughed hard. “Help? You won’t get any help from me. Pick up that phone of yours and pull up a favorite. In fact, put it up on the screen. I’d love to know what you jerk off to!” I must admit, this was the point it started to feel more fun.

Ethan clicked around on his phone and streamed a video, sitting back in his chair, cock in fist, aggressively working. The video was some type of porno compilation video. It was everything I find revolting. Gang bangs, bukaki, threesomes. Every time a new video played, I admonished Ethan for being a sick fuck. At the cum swap scene in the third video, I heard Etan make his giggling orgasm sounds and saw him shooting his load into the whiskey glass.

“Okay. Great. One more time.” Ethan looked at me with a look of horror that I found comforting. We carried on with the same routine. The next few videos were tamer. More my speed. Conventional threesomes. I started to get into the guy, guy, girl ones a bit. Could a girl take it in the ass and pussy at the same time? It didn’t seem possible to me. But I’m not a professional. As I snickered at my own funny thoughts, I heard Ethan blow off into the glass again. I looked over to see a pathetic dribble spurt from the head of his cock and knew he was done.

I stood up. “Good. It’s time.” I walked over, turned him around and bent him down so his face was where his ass usually sat in the chair and his ass was facing me with his balls hanging down to the floor.

“So, here’s what’s happening, Ethan. I need to know what you are. You see, you could have been lying to me all these years.” As I spoke, I stripped down to my undergarments. Ethan kept his face turned away. I suppose he was afraid to look back.

I took the new toy I had out of the bag. I ran my hand up and down it and then patted it on my hand like a billy club. From the corner of my eye, I caught Evan looking back and then burying his face. I smiled at the thought of him knowing what was coming. I also found myself in such a place of anticipation and arousal I was breathing hard.

I took the lubricant bottle, poured a good amount on my hand and stroked the attached cock, ensuring I slathered every bit of it. By now, the drinks were getting to me and I snickered at the thought of how nice it felt to have a dick.

I made my way to Ethan and stood beside him. He looked up at me and then the 10-inch beast of a cock hanging from my waist. He put his head down and started breathing heavier.

“Okay, Ethan. I need to know what you’ve been holding out on. Consider this a grand experiment. I’m going to make you feel all 10 inches of this thing. After you’ve jerked yourself off three times, if you still get hard, then I will know what you like. This is me giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

I positioned myself behind Ethan and got down on my knees. The angle was all off. I stood back up and grabbed Ethan by the hair. “Get up.”

I led Ethan to the back of the couch and shoved him down. Standing and positioned this way, I had a much better angle. The television was still streaming clips from Ethan’s phone and, although I paid no attention to the screen, the moans and groans that filled the room seemed to do the trick for me. I felt like a senator in a Roman orgy.

I put the head against his anus. Then, slowly I pierced the pucker point of his anus. Ethan groaned, not in objection I noticed. I stayed there allowing the lubricant to do its job, but I felt Ethan shifting his hips. He wanted me deeper!

“You fucking sissy! You fucking like this!” I reached around his waist and grabbed his shaft. It was hard as a rock. Holding his hard cock, I jammed in another inch, then another, and then all at once, but slowly. Ethan wrenched his back and let out a half howl as I invaded him as deep as possible. I started to jerk him off as I moved my hips back and forth and around in circles, slowly.

By this time, I felt this surge of power. I felt like I had transformed into this other person. I wasn’t me anymore, but was this wonder woman-looking amazonian princess taking the the spoils of having vanquished my enemies and taking their prisoners as slaves.

I started moving harder and smacking Ethan’s ass. “You fucking slut. You like this. Tell me how much you like this. I see that hard cock. You fucking love this.”

Ethan gasped in between thrusts. “Yes. Oh Yes…”

Then, suddenly and urgently he started to heave, “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck.” He grabbed his cock indicating he was going to finish. That couldn’t happen. I quickly grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed down hard enough that he would get the message.

I pulled out of his ass, surprised to find my plastic penis unsoiled except for a glistening of lubricant or some type of ass cum, if there were such a thing. “Go cum in your glass.”

Ethan walked across the room squeezing his dick and when he reached the whiskey glass, he barely made it. At this point, I noticed the tumbler was at least halfway full with the tarnished semen. Mixed with the whiskey it looked like a tarnished bile.

“Drink it.” I commanded.

“What?” Ethan asked. Then bluntly, “I can’t. I won’t drink that.”

A man relieved thinks that he needs nothing in this world for only as long as it takes for the world to remind him that orgasms are temporary. “Ethan, love. If you don’t, I will know you’d rather swallow the cock of every young floozy with a dick in this city, than do what I say. And what happens is that I go away. Now. I will be honest. I don’t hate this. I am quite aroused. You, now, like this, as my bitch, is nice. But it’s not doing it completely for me. So I am going to watch you drink that. Then I am going to let you call your girlfriend and go stay there tonight. After which, I am going to straighten this place up, take a long hot shower and at 12 AM I am going to go down to the bar and find the burliest man, with the biggest cock I can find, and I am going to bring him back here. I don’t care if he’s married, or if he’s a serial killer, or if he’s a fucking republican. I am going to put his naked ass in that chair you love so much and I am going to sit on his lap and let him fuck me in all the ways I wish you ever did.

And. If you decide the other way, then I will leave you here. I will still accomplish my plan, and then I will simply call my lawyers and we will proceed to owning you. Do you think you can afford the lawyers I can, Ethan?”

There he stood. Naked, pathetic, and limp dicked. He looked at the glass and then at me. Sip by sip, I watched as he took the whole mess down. I let him dress packed him up and sent him to Claire without a shower or a brush of his teeth. Fuck them.