Claire And Jonathan Book 2

This is my second erotic story. It was released elsewhere back in 2022. I've since taken it down, fixed the grammar, and now I'm sharing it here. I hope you enjoy it. Be kind, I was a virgin writer back then!

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The Chronicles of Claire and Jonathan

By Lumiére Amie

Book 2: Jonathan Consumed

Prologue:

If you read Book 1: Two cocks for Claire, you've met my main characters. In Book 1 Claire and Jonathan brought their primary sexual fantasy to life, having a third in their bed. They took another man away for a long weekend and he and Jonathan pleasured Claire for a day and a half. The end count was twenty orgasms for Claire over three days, many positions including spit roasting, fucklicking, oral sex, and double penetration. In the end, she and Jonathan spent the last day of their long weekend together reconnecting, and Jonathan reclaimed every one of her entrances. In Book 2 Claire sees to it that Jonathan experiences a threesome where he is the focus by inviting another woman to join them.

Chapter 1: The choice

Since our long weekend threesome, we have been watching the 'game film' as we call it. Jonathan had taken all the photos and video footage from the weekend and stitched it together into two versions; the first was raw footage, nearly 10 hours of sex when you removed meal breaks, sleep periods, and other rest periods, and the second version was a 'highlights' real that was a compilation of all the most erotic or sensual scenes. Even the condensed version was over an hour long, and every time we tried to watch it all the way through, we ended up having sex before reaching 30 minutes into it.

The threesome had added spice to our sex life. I had started sucking Jon's cock nearly every time we had sex and sometimes in the middle of the day I would suck him and swallow his cum without him returning any sexual attention, I just wanted to feel his cum in my mouth. Jon enjoyed this immensely and returned the attention by becoming a fantastic pussy-eater, routinely causing me to cum with his lips and tongue, and sometimes eating his cum from my pussy, an act we both described as 'filthy but hot as hell.'

I was continuing to press Jonathan on a choice for his threesome with two females. One Saturday morning after a particularly energetic sexual romp we were lying in bed cuddling.

"Babe, have you given any more thought to whom we should invite to our bed next," I asked Jon. "It has been months since we first discussed this, I can't believe that you're stalling."

"I just don't have someone like you had Steve. You two were flirting for a year before we had our threesome," he said.

"What about Lenore, she handles your cock and balls once a month, and I've seen you two together, the sexual tension is there."

"For my once-in-a-lifetime threesome I don't want a woman who's had two kids; I doubt she's tight," Jon explained.

"What about that tramp in Madison who delivered our room service and nearly threw herself at you while I was in the next room?"

He laughed, "Shannon? The only things we know about her are her first name, that she's a tramp, and that she has a sweet ass. Besides, she's lacking in the titty department."

"Monique? She has that yummy-looking brown skin tone. Hell, I'd like to suck on her titties myself!"

"As much as I'm intrigued by the thought of seeing my white cock pumping a black woman's pussy I am not interested in feeding her inflated ego and I don't trust her to keep her mouth shut. Before long we'd be hearing about how you couldn't satisfy me and asked her for help."

"You're probably right," I admitted. I crawled between his legs and took hold of his cock. "I'm going to suck your cock," I told him, as I took the head between my lips then released it, "and you're going to describe to me the woman that you want. We've fantasized many times together about having another woman in our bed, describe her, describe your fantasy woman. If you stop, I'll stop."

"That's blackmail."

"Yes, it is, I hope you notice that your cock is not in my mouth."

"Why are you so set on me fucking another woman."

"Answered months ago, still not sucking on your cock. Let's make this simple, I'll ask you for a trait and you answer. Body type?"

"Petite, no taller than five foot six."

"There, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"I thought you were going to suck me."

"I'll ask the next question and then I'll suck you for two minutes, you have that long to consider your answer. Hair and eye color?" I wrapped my lips around him and gave him two minutes of some of the best oral sex I'd ever performed. He was either going to describe his fantasy woman or cry with a case of blue balls when I stopped short of letting him cum. I figured he'd just have to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

"Do you have an answer?"

"Brunette."

"If you describe me I will cut off your balls and hang them from my rearview mirror. "

"Ok, ok, um, blonde and blue."

"What a cliché, I thought you'd be more creative than that, and your hesitation tells me that you didn't use your time wisely." I licked the head.

"I couldn't concentrate while you were sucking me like that!"

"I'm ready to stop sucking your cock."

"Ok! Red hair and green or blue eyes, flaming red. Not clown red, more a copper red, like Gates McFadden as Dr. Crusher."

I giggled, "Excellent! And you get an extra minute in my mouth for the Star Trek reference! Next question, cup size, and skin tone." I engulfed him again.

When I stopped he answered, "C-cup and fair skin. Natural redheads have fair skin. Freckles are ok."

"Very good! You know you don't have to wait until I stop to answer the question."

"What's my incentive to answer more quickly?"

"You could cum sooner."

"What you're doing feels so good I'm in no hurry to cum."

What a liar I thought to myself. "Describe her hips, ass, and pussy, two minutes starting now."

Two minutes later he was moaning and I stopped.

"Geez, woman! I was nearly cumming!"

"I know, no cumming until we have a full picture of your fantasy woman."

"Not hippy, I don't like my women too wide down there. Great ass, like you or Lenore, not a bubble butt like Monique. Hairless, like us. A neatly trimmed landing strip or another small patch of hair would be ok."

"Labia?" I asked. "Average like mine or larger, meatier?"

"Larger but not overly meaty"

"Last question--"

"What about the sucking!" he interrupted.

"Last question, describe her legs and feet." I did not move to suck him.

"No sucking?"

"No sucking, you're ready to cum. Answer this question and I'll drain you," I said with a grin.

He thought for a bit. "An appropriate length for her height not too short, longer is better. Well toned but not too muscular. Size six feet, pretty feet, no gnarly toes or toenails."

I laughed at that last part then I took him back into my mouth. About 30 seconds later he started moaning.

"Oh yes, suck it, baby, ah, ah, yes, I'm cumming, ugh, uuuaaaahhhgghh."

And just like that, I had cum in my mouth again. This was becoming a habit.

I cleaned him well and then crawled from between his legs and cuddled up next to him.

"Do you realize whom you described? She's one of my friends."

He had a quizzical look on his face. "I - I don't know, there are a few redheads that run in our circle but none I'd say you are friends with."

"She doesn't run in the same circles as us but when we host parties we usually invite her. I see her more than you do, girl's lunches and stuff, but she's a nurse so her hours are crazy."

He thought for a while, then I saw the recognition on his face. "Sophia? Miss won't give me the time of day Sophia? Like I could ever get in her pants," he laughed.

"Yes that Sophia," I said, "and you don't know her story so don't be so quick to judge. The reason she won't give you the time of day as you put it is because she's attracted to you but you're married. She tries to be cool about it but she's hot for you."

"Ok, mind blown. She pushes herself away from me because she's attracted to me?"

"It all makes sense to us women. Don't try to understand, it will drive you insane."

"Wait, how do you know this?"

"I know because we're friends and we talk. A year ago she was going through a rough patch with a man she was dating, a real piece of work that stopped caring about her feelings and her needs. She ended up kicking him to the curb. During our talks, she told me how lucky she thinks I am to have you love me. Then she said something that revealed her attraction to you. She said, 'Tell me he's also a fantastic lover, you deserve that, he's such a sexy man, and that bulge in his pants, sorry yes I've noticed, I would love to have me some of that, surely he is a fantastic lover too'.

"Mind blown again, checking out the package is she?" Jon responded, "Do you think we could get her into bed with us? I mean wow, she's very attractive and you're right that she fits my fantasy description pretty closely, even down to the petite feet, but I don't see any series of events that gets her moaning my name."

"You let me worry about that." The choice had been made.

I knew Sophia didn't usually work on Saturdays so I called her after lunch. She answered on the second ring, "Claire! I was just thinking about you. We need a get-together for a girl's lunch!"

I laughed, "I was just thinking the same thing but listen, instead of lunch at a restaurant why don't you come with Jon and me next Saturday, we're going to take the boat out and you know what we say, what happens on the Vegas stays on the Vegas!"

The boat, named Vegas, was a yacht, nearly 50 feet long, Jon would tell you all the details if you asked. To me, it was luxuriously cool. It belongs to Jon's parents. Jon and I use it more often than they do and he has taught me how to handle the boat, from entering and leaving the docks to cruising around the lake to being a deckhand. It would be a great pussy magnet for a single guy and hopefully a great pussy magnet for this couple.

"Oh wow, you've talked about the Vegas before but to be a guest on it sounds like an opportunity I can't pass up. Are you sure Jon won't mind a third wheel?"

"Are you kidding? He loves to show off the boat and we have couples join us all the time. Plus I'll convince him to show off his culinary skills too. We'll not miss restaurant food and the bartender will be liberal with the drinks knowing him."

"Sounds wonderful," she sighed, "I could use this, it's been extra crazy at work lately. So what is appropriate attire for guests on the Vegas?"

"It's going to be a very warm day so something light and airy, a wide brim hat and dark sunglasses if you have them, and sunscreen, lots of sunscreen. There's plenty of room for sunbathing so bring a bikini. Of course, when I sunbathe on the foredeck it becomes a clothing-optional area."

"That sounds deliciously naughty but I don't know if I'm comfortable getting naked since Jon will be there," she demurred.

"Suit, or un-suit, yourself but I'm telling you now that you're probably going to see my pussy Saturday."

"Well it won't be the first pussy I've seen, but I do hope yours is prettier than the unkempt old lady pussies I tend to see at work." she laughed.

"Can we pick you up at eight on Saturday? We'll stop for a light breakfast on the way. We should be underway before noon, just in time for cocktails and then some lunch."

"Sounds wonderful, see you Saturday at eight!"

We ended the call and I went to inform Jon. "I have some work for you to do, but hopefully it lays the groundwork for getting you laid by Sophia. Wanna hear the plan?

Chapter 2: Popping the question

Saturday morning at eight we stopped at Sophia's. She had been watching for us and as we pulled into her drive she stepped out of the house. "Oh my," said Jon, "she's more beautiful than I remembered."

Beautiful, ravishing, different people would use different words. I say she was a vision. She had her long red hair done in a French braid with bangs and wisps of hair framing her face. She wore no makeup on her skin and her faint freckles we visible, running under her eyes and across the bridge of her nose. She wore a small nose cuff on her right nostril, it was a tiny golden snake. The only makeup she wore was bright red lipstick. Her blouse was a green jewel tone with a boat neck and cap sleeves, white slacks covered her legs. Her breasts bounced gently as she walked toward us. A pair of white canvas slip-on shoes completed her outfit.

She was carrying a wide-brim hat and a large tote bag. Jon popped the rear hatch and stepped out to greet her.

"Good morning Sophia, it's been a while," he said as he opened the door for her. "Let me take these for you and put them in the back," and he took the tote bag and hat.

"Good morning Jon," she said as she kissed him on the cheek, "thank you, and thank you for letting me come along today."

"It's always a pleasure to have a beautiful woman on the Vegas, usually my fiancé is the most beautiful on board but I believe that she has some competition for that title today."

Sophia blushed. "Jonathan that sounds like you're flirting with me."

"Simply stating my point of view," he said with a big grin.

My presence was enough to cause her to relax around Jon and be friendly and even a bit flirtatious. She stepped into the back seat and he closed her door then placed her belongings in the back and closed the hatch. Soon we were on our way. Sophia and I were chattering about girl stuff, ignoring poor Jon. We made a stop at IHOP for breakfast.

"So how long has it been since we've seen each other Jon, nearly a year?" asked Sophia about midway through breakfast.

"I think I was last Memorial Day so yes, almost a year," he replied, "too long."

"I agree, but my hours--," and she rolled her eyes. "I was asked to cover a shift today but told them I had out-of-town plans."

"Well we're happy to have you as our guest today, and as Captain, if there is anything I can do to make your time with us more enjoyable please ask," he leaned towards Sophia and whispered," Anything."

I smacked him on the arm, "Captain, as the First Mate of the Vegas I'm warning you, if you make our guest uncomfortable there will be a mutiny, and keel hauling is not out of the question." The three of us all laughed. We engaged in small talk as we finished our breakfast. Soon we were back on the road. We arrived at the marina around 11.

Jon and I got to work loading things onto the folding wagons we brought and Jon wheeled the coolers of food and drink to the boat and placed them on the swim platform. Sophia and I followed up with the few remaining items. I stepped onto the boat but Sophia hesitated. The gap between the dock and the swim platform and the gentle motion of the boat when I stepped aboard apparently spooked her. Jon was standing there and noticed, he offered his hand.

"Welcome to the Vegas m'lady, where secrets are kept, all the men are handsome and all the women are beautiful, watch your step." Instead of taking a step, Sophia took a short hop across the gap, landed off balance, and ended up in Jon's arms. "Well now, usually guests aren't so affectionate towards the Captain immediately upon boarding! This may be a very enjoyable cruise."

Sophia giggled, "And to think I've not even had a cocktail yet!"

I got Sophia seated in the salon and then helped Jon transfer the coolers below to the galley. "I'm going to put this food and drink away before I go below to do my pre-check," said Jon, "Why don't you give Sophia the grand tour."

I returned to the salon. "Ready for the grand tour?" I asked Sophia, "We'll start back on the sun deck, Jon needs to go into the engine room and the easier way is through the garage so I'll show you that first."

Sophia crossed her arms and gave me an incredulous look, your boat has a garage, a garage." We started towards the stern and the swim platform.

"It does, and we could store another boat in it if needed, but we don't need one here on the lake so we store our swim toys in it," I told her.

I pushed the button to open the garage. Sophia stood in awe.

"I don't believe this, am I on a boat or a yacht?"

"Technically it's both," responded Jon as he joined us, he opened the hatch to the engine room, "a yacht is a boat of a certain size, designed as a luxury pleasure craft."

"What the actual fuck," said Sophia as she peeked into the engine room.

Returning to the cockpit I explained to Sophia how the seats could be turned into a sun pad when the garage is closed. We walked through the salon, which she'd already seen, and down the steps to the lower cabin.

"Here's another lounge and dining area, and the galley or kitchen," I explained.

"Whoa."

"And here's the bathroom, or head as it's called "

She peeked inside. "That's a full bath, it's small but it's a full bath!"

"Mmhmm, and here is a bedroom."

"So you can spend the night on this boat, even live on it?"

"We can, but this is not where we sleep," I explained and I led her back to the galley and the right of the steps into the owner's quarters.

"Wow, just wow. I'm speechless. You have a two-bedroom floating house."

"Well, actually it belongs to Jon's parents."

"Girl, if Jon was my fiancé I'd be on my knees every day sucking his cock in hopes that he'd never leave me!"

"What makes you think I'm not doing that," I giggled.

I heard the generator start. "Sounds like Jon is finishing up in the engine room. Let's finish this tour so we can get underway soon."

Back in the salon, we passed Jon on his way to the galley, "Hey babe, I'm going to pour some cocktails and then start the engines. I'll be ready to cast off in about 10 minutes. Are you almost done with the tour?"

"We're going to the foredeck and then we're done and I'll be able to help."

Jon went to the galley. He brought three cocktail glasses and a pitcher of Rosé Lemonade that he had made at home and put them in the salon fridge. He returned to the galley for plates and the appetizers he had made and stowed them in the salon as well. Then he went to the helm and started the engines.

Sophia and I went forward to the bow sun pad.

"This is the clothing optional area, my favorite place to sun. We're going to have a beautiful day to lounge in the nude if you want. See this?" I raised the cabana cover. "If this is up, our guests, and Jon of course, know that someone is either topless or nude. Jon knows not to come forward without announcing himself and getting a response. I guess what I'm saying is if you want to try nude sunbathing you can and you are safe here aboard the Vegas."

"Thank you, Claire, I'm intrigued, I guess we'll wait and see." I lowered the cabana cover.

Back in the salon Jon had set out the appetizers and poured Sophia and me each a rosé lemonade.

Jon came to the port bow cleat on the dock. "Help me cast off the bowlines babe."

"Aye aye Captain," I said and I blew him a kiss.

He went around the boat to the starboard cleat and I took in that line as well.

Sophia followed me back to the cockpit and I helped Jon cast off the stern lines.

"Appetizers and a cocktail are available in the salon ladies. Enjoy yourselves and I'll get us underway," Jon announced.

Sophia and I went to the salon as Jon secured the engine room and garage.

"I have no idea what he prepared for us but he's fantastic in the kitchen, almost as fantastic as he is in bed," I said with a wink.

"Oh my! This looks delicious! What did you make here Jon," Sophia asked as Jon entered the salon.

"Caprese bites, a pear prosciutto appetizer, and rosé lemonade. I hope you enjoy it!"

Jon began slowly moving the boat out of the dock while we ladies sampled the food. Sophia turned to me and whispered, "If you ever go insane and decide to leave this man you need to tell me first!" For a woman who normally shied away from my fiancé, she was not being bashful today.