Claire: Part II

A month had passed. I expected to hear from Ethan, but he hadn’t called, messaged, or even touched the bank accounts. Time had chiseled at my anger, and the break in communication had me worried. What if this Claire was a complete psychopath and had chopped him up into pieces?

I’d also given up on feelings of revenge. I’d had a few trysts. Certainly, one I’d allowed to come over more than once. I’d enjoyed the way he took charge and didn’t mind the soreness the following day, but as soon as he grunted into me he always picked up his things and made his way off. I didn’t feel great about doing to another woman what Claire had done to me.

I picked up my phone and shot a quick text. “Are you okay? I would like to discuss what we do next.”

I wasn’t expecting a response so quickly. I definitely wasn’t expecting him to respond so unkindly. “Fuck you, cunt. This is your fault. All of this. I see that now. Don’t you dare contact me again.”

I took a moment to allow my initial shock to subside, took a few slow deep breaths, and then tried to call him. He didn’t pick up. So I called her. She picked up on the third buzz.

“This is Claire…” She sounded fresh and bright.

“Claire, this is Marlena.” There was a long pause.

“Oh…hi.” Another pause.

“I just tried to reach out to Ethan. We have a lot to discuss. He messaged me something really intense and won’t answer my calls. Are you able to reach him? I need to speak with him.”

“I… I don’t think that will be possible, Marlena. Ethan… well Ethan and I have been doing a lot of work and a lot has come out about your relationship. I think he needs some time.”

I was aghast. “What do you mean a lot has come out about our relationship? What work?” If the bitch was in the room, I would have reached for her throat.

“We can talk but not now. Not like this. Look, come to my place. Ethan is away.”

“Away?” I was stunned. Everything was insane.

“Yes, he needed a break to get his mental frame back. He’s at a…retreat. He’ll be back next Sunday. Anyway, there’s a lot that’s been said and I think it would help all of us if we worked together rather than… this. Look, I’m in the middle of something, so can you please just come by tonight? You remember my place?”

I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was going through a whirlwind of emotions. I’d spent much of the month roller-coasting from feelings of empowerment and strength to lulls of loneliness and self-pity. For some reason, I felt that I had to look my best for my meeting with Claire. I’m not sure why, but I even went to my stylist to get a blowout.

As I walked up the stairs to her apartment, I wondered why I’d made the choice. I was wearing heels. I never wore heels. I had a skin-tight sleeveless dress that hugged my hips and ass. My hair was down and my makeup was perfect. I thought I could pass for my thirties again. All this, for what?

I rang the bell feeling butterflies. Claire called for me to come in. I opened the door to the familiar living room area. She wasn’t there. I heard her call from another room. I didn’t realize there was another room. The living area had a bed, the bed where I saw Ethan and Claire doing the things they were doing. I heard very heavy shoes on the floor coming from the other room, and saw Claire appear from a doorway that would have gone unnoticed if she hadn’t opened the door. The room behind her was dark.

“Pour yourself a drink, Marlena. Me one too.” She wasn’t asking politely. Claire had a demanding tone. I did as I was told. “What is this all about, Claire?” I asked as I found two tumblers on the little rolling bar table and started to pour.

“This is education. You see, Marlena. You are a woman who has everything. You are attractive, have wealth, are popular, and have a husband who loves you. After spending this time with Ethan, I’ve come to learn certain things about him, and in doing so, about you. You are a very competitive and petty bitch, Marlena. And I’m going to offer you a way to change. I am offering you help, but it isn’t out of the kindness of my heart. If I can make it all better for your Marlena, what would it be worth to you?”

I didn’t understand anything of what Claire was saying. I took a seat and sipped at my drink. A bitch? I thought. “You have some nerve, Claire. I have a mind to smack you right in the face.”

Claire interrupted me, “Oh, we will get to that and more, dear. Believe me. But first, let me ask you why you got so dressed up.”

I was silent. I didn’t have an answer. “Let me tell you why, Marlena. In the past month, you’ve not spent any time in self-reflection. You’ve only mired in your own hurt and embarrassment. After all that time married, how could Ethan be with someone so vile as me? Am I right?”

“You don’t know anything about me. Who the fuck do you think you are.”

Claire walked over to me and towered over me. She was wearing knee-high boots and a leather skirt. Her top was a torn-up t-shirt like the punk rockers wore in the 80s in the villagem and her nipples beamed obscenely from the stretch of the fabric. I thought she was going to strike me and braced for her attack. Instead, she reached down and put a gentle hand on my cheek.

“You always insisted on being the one in control. Ethan told me what you did to him on the night I revealed his secret. Do you know what Ethan is? He’s a trained monkey. He does what he is told. He did what you told him to do for so long. And what what that? Vanilla, mild, nothing. Stick it in, pump a few times till you get off, and push him off of you.” Claire’s hand moved to my chin, guiding me to stand up. She stood close enough that I would fall back into the chair if she came closer. Our breasts were against each other. I could feel her hard nipples. She moved her hands to my hips pulling me in. I could feel it. It was pressed against me.

“But marriage is about giving and taking. Ethan spent too much time giving. He is getting untrained. He is learning how to be a man again. And do you know what you’re here for Claire?”

I was flush and breathing heavily. All I could think was Claire’s erection pushing against my skirt. Suddenly, Claire pushed me back into the leather chair and moved away.

“You are here to learn tonight, Marlena. And you are free to go if you choose to. However, if you choose to stay, you will do as I say. You will shut the fuck up, listen and do what I say. Or you can leave. However, if you stay, there is something in it for you. A new way. Enlightenment. But enlightenment does not come for free. Task number one, pull up your dress and remove your panties. Throw them over here.”

I have no idea why I did it. Was I hypnotized? Whatever it was, I found myself pulling up my dress and removing my black lace thong. Claire picked them up off the floor and sniffed them. She proceeded to remove her leather skirt pulling the skirt off right over her boots. She then stepped into my panties. I watched as she stood with her cock pointing at me. I was spellbound. What was she up to? She pulled my panties up to her boner and then tucked her cock into them.

“Show me how you attend to yourself.” Claire demanded. She took a seat on the couch across from me and crossed her boot-adorned legs sitting back with her drink staring.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do it. Get yourself off, with your fingers.” She demanded.

The scotch was burning in my chest. I dipped a finger in my glass and licked the liquor from my finger before I reached under my skirt and felt the top of my cunt. The whisky tickled just where I touched my clit. I was already aroused, so it didn’t take much more than my fingers spreading me apart for me to feel the wetness that was aching to leak out. Holding my lips open, I started to move my other hand softly and slowly up and down, daring to reach inside at intervals. What the fuck was I doing, I thought. I started to lose myself in the obscenity of it all. I felt wild.

Claire was mimicking me with her hand reaching down to grab her own crotch. She was rubbing herself and my little panties could no longer contain her erection. Watching her turned me on more. My fingers were soaked and slick. I tasted them. “Good. Now, come here. But crawl. Hands and knees.” Clare commanded.

I felt the hard floor against my knees. My tits were falling out of my dress as I awkwardly made my way across the floor. My dress was far too tight and I felt it might tear, but I did what I was told. When I arrived at my destination, I was staring up at Claire’s cock looming over me.

“Kiss the boot. Lick it you fucking cunt.”

I did as I was told. Claire grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me up to my knees. She smacked my face with her cock. “Do you know how degrading Ethan felt all those times you emasculated him at dinner parties only to go home and make him your bitch? You might not have a cock, but you treated him as if you did. I know you, Marlena. And I know you’ve never truly been fucked. Even with other men. You were always in control. You command how hard you take it, when you take it, when they cum, where they cum. But not tonight. I’m going to teach you things. And if you learn them well enough, I think you will welcome our newly changed Ethan back into your home.”

She put her cock in my mouth. I tasted the saltiness and let it run to the back of my throat. It choked me. It wasn’t huge, smaller than Ethan’s but I’d never taken Ethan’s cock like this. Claire held my hair as she moved her hips in and out causing me to drool down my chin and onto my tits like a dog. I stared up at her large breasts as they bounced with the motion.

Reaching down, Claire pulled the top of my dress off causing my tits to flop out. My bra was a shoulderless strapless type so that pulled down with my dress. I could taste leakage from Claire’s cock. She was about to cum. I wanted it in my mouth and felt the initial spurts on my tongue, but Claire pushed my head off and directed her spray purposely toward my face and tits as she released wave after wave at me.

“Don’t wipe it off. Rub it in. You’ll wear my mark while you are in my presence.” I rubbed the sticky white beads into my breast and took the liberty to wipe some of what was glistening on my cheeks toward my tongue. Claire didn’t seem to mind.

“Good, that was your primary lesson. Now, let’s get on to something more advanced. Take off all your clothing and leave them on the couch.”

I did as I was told. All I could think about was getting fucked at this point. Although Claire was limp and satisfied. I didn’t know what to expect. As I stripped, Claire made her way to a drawer and brought back a collar. A fucking dog collar. She put the studded collar around my neck, rather fitted, and yanked at the chain. “Come, cunt.”

Claire yanked on the chain and I had an impulse to resist. She yanked harder and I grabbed the chain to pull back. “Wait.” It came out softly. Like a whimper. It wasn’t fear or resistance to Claire. It was a feeling of shame for… well for liking it. I felt soiled and dirty and ashamed, but the thing that was holding me back was that if I went along for any more of it, I might have to come to terms with who I really was.

Claire let go of the tension on the chain. “You can leave anytime. Do you remember Ethan’s middle name?” I nodded. “That’s your safe word. If you say that name, I will make sure it all stops. Is that what you want, Marlena? Do you want this to stop?”

Claire stared at me as I waffled. “Can you please just tell me what happens next?”

She smiled softly, looking at me as if I were a lost child. “Well, there’s a room back there which I have spent a long time preparing just for you. This feeling you have right now? Well, it’s you discovering all that shit that you buried deep down in your gut. Actually further. You buried and repressed so much shit that it is clogged up in your pussy. And in that room, we unclog you, Marlena. And when you become unclogged, you will be reborn. Now, shall we proceed.”

I got down on my knees as Claire held the leash. She yanked and I crawled.

The room was lit with red light. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I was shocked to see Ethan sitting on a chair that looked like a throne. In the middle of the room, there was a round bed with pillows of different shapes. On the far side of the room, there were three men standing naked with black masks covering their faces.

Ethan being part of this wasn’t what I was expecting or wanting. For him to see me humiliated and soiled. I started to stand but Claire pulled the leash and I stayed on all fours. I looked down at the ground, hiding my face with my hair. Claire leaned down to me pulling my hair leaving me no choice but to look at him.

Ethan was dressed in a long red robe like I imagined members of the occult might wear. He looked at me and smiled. “Marlena. I’ve been watching.” He held up his phone and I could see the video of the adjacent room. “Quite stunning. I didn’t think you had it in you, but perhaps there’s hope. Let’s see.” He nodded to Claire who walked over and handed Ethan the leash.

“Marlena, for years, I’ve tried to open up to you and let you know of things I needed from you. When I turned to Claire, it was all about her tenderness and willingness to be vulnerable. She opened up completely to me and I wanted nothing more than to please her. When you found out, did you ask why? No, you just wanted to punish me. You wanted to feel better by making me feel worse. This is what I’ve come to expect. And I was done with you. But Claire, she is a miracle worker and she thinks we can help you here today.”

There was movement in the room. The three men started to make their way toward me. Ethan sat back down and through the leash on the bed. “Marlena, do you want these men to fuck you right now, here in front of me? Should I ask them to do that?”

The men were standing behind me as I knelt before Ethan. I didn’t dare turn to look at them. I looked at Ethan as I found myself standing and moving back to fall onto the bed. No sooner than my back hit the bed did I feel hands on my legs and shoulders pulling me onto a cushion so that my hips were lifted in the air. A cock pressed against my cunt and another was positioned at my lips. I grabbed the cock between my legs and shifted my hips to allow it to enter my already wet pussy. The second cock tempted my lips until my mouth opened to take in the musky flesh. A third body sat on my belly with firm hands on my tits as he moved his member up and down, fucking my breasts, allowing me to feel his scrotum moving up and down my abdomen.

I sucked and fucked and felt every bit of cock all over me. I looked over at Ethan who watched with Claire on her knees sucking him off. I was elated seeing Ethan so turned on by all of this. I realigned my attention to the men at hand.

The cock in my mouth started to move faster and faster. Spit escaped my lips and I could feel the cock grow ever slightly harder as it pushed further into my mouth. My jaw was locked around the member and I could only take short breaths through my nose. A hand held my head in place and the suddenly with a short thrust, I felt the warm ooze start to fill my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed again but it kept coming. Finally, I felt the beast soften and as he pulled out, dribbles of cum following the slick member as he wiped his cock with my chin and cheeks. “Good girl.” I hear him grunt as he cleaned his member on my face.

He moved away and the three men navigated only so far as to sit me up. The man fucking my pussy pulled out and laid on his back for me pulling me on top of him. I didn’t wait for him to ask, I grabbed his cock and pushed it back inside me. The other man positioned himself behind me and started pushing a lubricated finger into my ass. At first, I tensed, puckering my hole, but as he made his way deeper, I felt into the motion and found myself synchronizing my breath in acceptance. I came hard, shooting a squirting orgasm from my pussy. The tension of my ass loosened as something eminated from inside me pushing his finger out long enough to feel the full thickness of his cock make its way back in..

As the two men moved in and out of me, I watched Ethan stand up and walk across the room toward me. He was now standing directly in front of me, his cock hard and glistening. Claire took a place behind him and held his cock to my face. Ethan bent down over me presenting his cock to my mouth. What I was not expecting was to feel his cock inside my mouth as he was entered by Claire. As she started fucking him, and his cock moved back and forth in my mouth, with the two men inside me, I felt a rhythmic jubilation come over me. I wasn’t moving, I was being moved. I was just a machine, all the movement was pushing me in and out and in and out and I was just lying enjoying it. I came again, and then again. I heard Claire cum and then felt Ethan’s cock release in my mouth. I sucked it all up and swallowed every last bit. And then, in a sudden hurry, the two cocks pulled out of me. I turned toward them as they stood before me and jerked their loads all over my face and chest and stomach. I rubbed it in, as Claire had instructed me to do so. I spread it all over. I felt it in every pore of my tits and kneaded it into my nipples.

And then, it was over and I fell back onto the bed. I had never felt so light and unburdened. That was it. That was everything I could ever have given. I had never felt so connected and outside of my mind. My body was still shaking but from energy rushing through me. I had a sense of clarity. I was no longer afraid of anything. If something like that could make me feel so good and I’d hidden from it for so long, what else?

The men left. I laid there wondering what would happen next. Claire was the first to speak. “Enlightenment isn’t free, Marlena. There’s a price.” Then, abruptly, the two of them left the room. I waited for a few moments, rising to peak into the other room. There was no sign of either of them. I saw my dress on the couch where Claire had left it. I made my way towards it hearing only the running of a shower.

I dressed quickly. In the mirror in the foyer, I checked myself. I was a mess. I looked like I’d been crying with makeup running from my eyes. My hair was disheveled and I could do nothing more than try to wipe my lipstick from its clownlike shape around my face with my arm. My chest and neck were red and my dress was stained with darkened splotches. It was dark and late. I could make it home without too much fanfare.

The dark summer night was steamy and putrid. I could smell the urine and cheap perfume as I walked, wondering if it was me or the street. I did not dare make eye contact and rushed when I heard whistles and catcalls.

I made it to the sanctity of my living room. I walked in and fell onto my couch ready to pass out. Then I heard something. I sat up. There he was. Ethan. “What are you doing here?” He looked at me and smiled. No, he leered. I remembered what I looked like and became flush.

Ethan smiled at this. He moved toward me and picked me up off the couch. I was crying. I felt disgusting. I thought he would laugh at me and ridicule me. Instead, he held my gaze and pushed his tongue into my dry mouth, allowing me to taste the whisky from his breath. He took me to our bedroom and laid me down gently. He made love to me, kissing me from head to toe, cleaning me with his soft kisses all over my body. He licked my soiled breasts, feasted on my crusted pussy, and even allowed himself to run his tongue inside my rear, tasting the bitterness.

After he fucked me, inspiring some of the most intimate orgasms I might ever know, we lay there in each other’s arms. I was about to speak, when my phone buzzed. A text from Claire. “Enlightenment isn’t free. Ethan will provide details. Please have the money in cash for me tomorrow.”

I looked at Ethan and he smiled knowingly. “It’s not much. Twenty thousand. It’s not even a dent in your purse for what we’ve done for you.”