In the two weeks following my second encounter with Claire I'd estimate that we had sex seven or eight times at my house. Each time was amazing as we got more and more comfortable with each other, and it always retained the heart-pulsing thrill of the fact that Claire was in fact my married next door neighbor. What we were doing was risky and we both knew it. At the same time there were some interesting developments between Claire and Scott that (at least in my mind) slightly altered the situation.
For starters, Claire informed me that Scott was becoming a heavier drinker in the months following their move. His late night returns were almost always in a intoxicated state in which he had no business driving himself home. When Claire tried to bring his drinking up out of concern, he'd often yell, storm out of the house, load up into his truck, and head off into the night. Obviously, this was wrecking hell on their relationship and putting a load of stress onto Claire's shoulders. At the same time, she had growing suspicions (With some evidence) that he was also sleeping around with a receptionist from his law firm. Finally, in a general sort of way, he was acting increasingly rude to and belligerent towards Claire and even sometimes their son. All of that is to say, both Claire and I began to feel less and less guilty about our hookups.
To Claire's credit, she has remained a steadfast mother and a functional wife in the face of such chaos. She and I have only ever 'met up' when Jeremy is at daycare, and she has turned me down on numerous occasions because she needs to be present for her family. She really does care about Scott, but is seriously weighing divorce as an option unless he pulls it together. I know that there are any number of ethical and moral opinions that one can take on such a situation, but having seen firsthand what she's going through I really cannot blame her for seeking out a sexual outlet, and I guess I'm lucky to be just that.
So rewind back to the middle/end of January...
It was early afternoon, I'd rushed home as soon as class ended after Claire texted me that she'd be 'free' for a couple hours. Now she was naked, resting against my chest. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail. I could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly against my own as she caught her breath. My semi-hard cock was still occasionally twitching inside of her pussy which was filled with my cum. She took a last deep breath and then pushed herself up onto her knees, straddling me. She sat up a little higher and my cock slid out, glistening wet, followed by a long string of pearly cum. She smiled, but didn't say a word as she reached between her legs with one finger, scooped up some of the semen, and then put it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it before sliding it out again, this time clean.
Moments like this are hard to distinguish between dream and reality. "No," I had told myself, "This is really happening."
"Mmmmm I love the way we taste." Claire said as she sat down on the bed beside me.
I couldn't help myself from taking her looks in again as she sat next to me. Her pale, but freckled skin, her perfect breasts, swollen nipples. Her auburn hair, up in a ponytail, was a little messy, but perfect in every way. She smiled as I looked at her.
"We look good too." I replied jokingly.
Claire looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Don't let it go to your head." She said and then started to stand up before lowering herself back down again and looking back at me in a rather serious way. "So I've been thinking..."
"Yes...?" I said hesitantly after giving her a second to finish her sentence. I was half expecting her to say that we needed to break things off.
"Well, it's just that what we have here...it's great. I mean it's amazing. But I was wondering if we could experiment." She said, sounding trapped somewhere between uncertainty and embarrassment.
"Experiment?" I answered.
"Yeah," She put her hand on my chest and looked into my eyes with a hesitant smile, "Experiment, like our sex is great, but I've... Well, I've just always had a kinkier side to me and I've never had anyone who I felt comfortable enough with to try and express that side of myself."
"Oh..." Was about all that stammered out of my mouth on account of being completely stunned and also slightly worried. "Well I'm open to try new things, but...uh ... what do you have in mind?"
"I probably shouldn't have said anything," She said with a sigh and obvious disappointment, moving her hand lower to my abdomen before pulling it away, "Look, just pretend I never said any..."
"Hold up," I interrupted her and sat up, "Now I'm curious, there's no way you get off that easy. I want to experiment too."
Claire looked at me for a few seconds in silence, as if trying to see if I was being honest with her. "Do you mean it?" she let out a glimpse of a smile.
"Are you kidding? I am all in for some experiments, but I just wanted to know what kind of experiments you were thinking of."
Claire's smile had grown considerably. She reached down into the pocket of her jeans on the floor and pulled out her phone to check the time.
"I've got to go get Jeremy in twenty minutes. I'll text you about it. Okay?" She stood, found her lacy red thong, put it on, and started getting dressed.
"If you say so." I said, making sure she could see me rolling my eyes. My cock was slightly hard again seeing her get dressed.
"A little waiting will be good for you." She said, before putting on her shoes, giving me a kiss, and gliding out of my bedroom looking sexy as hell in a tight pair of jeans and cute sweater that showed off just the tip of her cleavage. A few seconds later I heard the back door open and then close.
After she left, I sat on my bed (As I so often did and still do) in a state of general disbelief. It wasn't that I was fucking my next door neighbor who was literally one of the most incredible women I'd ever met, but now she wanted to 'experiment' with me. What the hell did it mean? What had I gotten myself into now?
I set myself to some school work for the rest of the afternoon and found myself constantly checking my phone. There was a nervous excitement hanging in my chest that consumed my thoughts and was quite distracting. I heard Claire come back from picking up Jeremy, but of course, no text came. I made some good progress on cardiology pharmacology and decided to head to the climbing gym for a break.
I somehow managed to not look at my phone while I was at the gym, but when I got into my car to head home I saw that I had a new text from Claire. My pulse quickened and that same feeling of excitement crept back into my gut. I unlocked my phone and read the message.
'Hey you, sorry to make you wait so long, typical family stuff tonight (Sadface). Just so you know, you can always change your mind about what we talked about earlier today if you're not interested. I promise I won't be upset. If you actually are interested, then here's what you need to do: After class on Friday (my program often has half days on Friday) I want you to head straight home and send me a text when you're ready for the rest of your instructions.'
It was either Tuesday or Wednesday, but either way, Friday seemed a whole lot farther away than I would have liked it to. 'Sounds like a plan. You're one heck of a tease you know.' I typed back to her.
A few seconds later, I saw that she was typing back. 'That's the whole point. You'll just have to be patient. Goodnight.'
Not surprisingly, the rest of the week passed at a snail's pace. At last Friday arrived in the form of an incredibly cold (-15 F) morning and an absolutely tortuous pulmonology antibiotics review. Never in my life have I been so aloof in class. My mind was on Claire. Her perfect body, her cinnamon hair, the way she so often smelled of lavender. I did my best to hide my erection during class, but all I wanted was her.
We got out a half hour early thanks to some unseen miracle. I packed up my laptop, threw on my jacket, and b-lined it straight out of class. Funnily enough, a couple of classmates texted me later that day to make sure everything was okay as I just seemed a bit 'off' during class. I reassured them that everything was just fine.
I pulled into my driveway just a few minutes before noon (Thanks to some icy roads), went inside, set down my bag, and pulled out my phone.
