The Day Of The Pigeon

"Business is business, I keep my private life separate. I don't mix money and sex."

"Mmmmm, very wise words."

Claire placed her head on his shoulder and rode him slowly; she enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin on hers. Her fingers explored his hard chest and arms. He was a powerful man, but she sensed the gentle softness in his nature and knew he was a good man. After a short time, her widely parted thighs began to suffer, she wasn't used to having them spread so far.

"We're gonna have to change positions." Claire whispered. "It's getting a little uncomfortable like this."

"What do you suggest?"

"How about from behind?"

Claire rolled off and positioned herself on all fours on the bed. Mark moved around behind her, but his cock was too high for good penetration. Moving backwards, he placed his feet on the floor and stood beside the bed. Taking her buttocks in his hands, he gently guided her backwards towards him. The position was perfect, and Mark guided his cock between her pussy lips, and with a gentle push eased himself inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh." Claire moaned as his cock slipped inside her to the hilt in a single stroke.

Mark began to move inside her with long strokes, his hands on her buttocks pushing and pulling her body. Claire grimaced under the onslaught, it felt good but her pussy wasn't used to so much torment. His strokes began to get faster and faster, their skin slapping noisily together with each stroke. Claire pulled the pillows under her and lay over them as Mark neared his crescendo.

"Geeeeez, I'm gonna cum again." he muttered.

Mark slowed his pace as began to cum, and Claire grinned contently as she felt his warm cum flooding into her pussy for the second time that night. She could feel him trembling with pleasure behind her, his cock up inside her fully to the hilt. After his orgasm had waned, he moved back and forth with long slow strokes.

"Ohhhhhh, that's soooo nice." he whispered several times over.

Claire could soon feel his erection begin to subside and she placed her head on the bed and waited for him to withdraw from her.

A short time later, they lay beside each other arm in arm on the bed. Claire had placed a towel strategically under her buttocks with a corner between her thighs to catch Marks cum.

"So, how was it?" she asked. "Did it match your fantasy?"

Mark laughed and gave her a squeeze, "Surpassed it. There's nothing better in life than good sex."

"Amen to that."

"What about you?" he asked. "Was it okay for you?"

Claire smiled, "Yep, my old pussy's sure had a work out. It was good fun."

"Did you cum?" he inquired.

"Nah, I don't cum when I'm fucking. It's gotta be by hand or vibrator. A good licking's nice too, but it doesn't make me cum either."

"Do you want me to try and get you to cum."

"Nah, you don't have to. I'm quite content with being fucked. I don't need to cum every time I do it."

"But you've made me cum twice; I'd like to see you cum."

"You don't have to." she reassured him.

"But I want to. I want our first time together to be special; I really want to see you do it."

Claire grinned; most men she'd been with would be quite happy to roll over and go to sleep at this stage of proceedings, her ex-husband included. She appreciated Mark's consideration for her own pleasure.

"Okay then." she replied.

Claire reached over to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a tube of lube she used for masturbation from the top drawer. She then moved to the centre of the bed and spread her legs wide. There was no guilt or embarrassment as Mark moved between her thighs and gazed down at her most private part. She squeezed some lube onto her fingers and gently rubbed it between her already tender pussy lips.

"You've got a lovely pussy." Mark commented.

Claire laughed, "I think they're ugly looking things, mine included. At least I don't have to look at it."

"It looks real nice to me."

"Well, thank you. Now here's the deal. I like it with a finger inside me and my clit being played with. You need to start off real slow and then work with me."

Mark reached forward and slipped a long thick finger inside her, placing the thumb of his other hand on her clitoris; he began to slowly work her pussy. Claire placed her hand over his and helped to get his technique right.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice, just like that." she soon whispered.

Claire looked between her thighs and noticed that Mark was getting another erection; she looked up into his eyes and grinned. She then closed her eyes and moved her fingers to her nipples and caressed them as her mind slipped into pre-orgasmic concentration mode. Mark gazed down at Claire's pussy; the dark curls above her lips were glistening with her wetness. Her lips were stretched wide as he worked her; he gazed at her long shapely thighs, his eyes moved upwards and watched as she played with her nipples. Mark grinned; he was in a real good place and was enjoying himself immensely.

It didn't take long for Claire to sense the beginnings of an orgasm, and soon her buttocks were gyrating under Mark's skilful hands. For their first time in bed together, he was certainly in tune with her body which was no easy feat. His finger inside her had found the so called G spot. For Claire, not especially pleasurable unless worked in conjunction with her clitoris, but together they were a formidable combination.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, that's it, just like that." Claire urged. "Just like that and I'll cum real quick."

As she felt her orgasm nearing, Claire raised her buttocks from the bed and pushed back at Mark's hands. She moaned loudly as he changed momentum on her clitoris by tweaking it faster, and it's all it took to take her to the brink of heavenly bliss.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuccccccccccccck ." she moaned as her body shuddered with pleasure, wave after wave of sweet pleasure flowed through her. It was long and exquisite pleasure and Claire didn't want it to end. Her hands seized his and pushed his finger deep inside her.

"Ohhhhhh, that's soooo nice. Thank you, thank you for making me cum." she groaned as her body began to slowly relax.

She then reached forward and dragged Mark on top of her locking her legs around his buttocks. His hard cock just slipped into without assistance causing her to moan and push hard back at him. Her tongue was soon in his mouth searching and probing; she eventually broke the kiss and looked lovingly up at him.

"That was real good." she whispered. "And for that you get to stay the night."

He grinned down at her, "Well I suppose I can manage that. Do you do breakfasts?"

"Nope, I may be good in bed, but I'm a lousy cook." she lied while rolling him onto his side and cuddling into him.

"I'm glad we did this." she whispered a short time later.

"Me too, I like you a lot."

"I like you too." she replied and gave him a squeeze.

They lay quietly knowing that nothing more had to be said.

The next morning, Claire woke to his gentle snoring beside her. She thought about waking him, but he seemed blissfully asleep. Being a work day, she climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. Her pussy was more than a little tender from the workout and was washed with careful consideration; hopefully she would get the opportunity to get used to regular workouts with Mark. After the shower, she dried herself and wandered back into the bedroom wearing only bra and panties. She found Mark lying awake with his hands behind his head, her eyes zeroed in on his erection standing straight up. He grinned mischievously and made it dance in the air.

"How about coming back to bed?" he asked hopefully.

Claire stood provocatively in front of the bed, legs slightly open and hands on hips, "Not a chance, I'm too tender down below, and I've got to go to work."

"Aw, c'mon. You can't leave me like this. How about a little handjob?"

Claire smiled and climbed on the bed, "Well a handjob we can probably manage."

"Panties off?" Mark inquired.

"Oh no, panties stay on. You can't be trusted."

Claire squeezed some lube onto the head of his cock and rubbed it down his shaft. She then began to work him with long strokes, one hand concentrating on the head, the other his shaft. She had always like giving handjobs to her boyfriends, there was something powerful in making a cock hard and playing with it until spat. In her late teens before she gave up her virginity, she kept her boyfriends happy with her proficient handjobs. She became skilful and learned the technique of teasing, then she liked to see how far they could squirt their cum. Sometimes she managed to get it to land on their faces and she would laugh at their untoward reaction. It was okay for the girls to get it on their faces, or even swallow it, but it obviously wasn't meant to land on their face. She studied his shaft in the morning light, it was straight and rock hard with thick veins running up its length, the large head slightly lighter in colour than the shaft below. His balls below were large and tight, as if ready to explode. She could place one hand on top of the other, and the head still protruded above. It sure was big.

Claire had began to quicken her pace when Mark reached down and picked her up effortlessly from the bed and turned her around into the 69 position. She could only grin when she felt his lips on her inner thighs; she pumped his cock faster hoping to make him cum before he could seduce her. But when she felt his warm lips on her panty covered pussy, she knew all was lost, and slowly lowered her pussy onto his face. Maybe she could be late for just one day she thought to herself, just this once. Having missed out for so long, she had a bit of catching up to do, and opportunities like this shouldn't be avoided.

For the next few days, Claire was blissfully happy. She looked forward to arriving home to find Mark on the finishing part of the work on her house. The second day after they'd consummated their relationship; she arrived home and asked if he wanted to stay for a meal? When he said yes, she asked when he would like the meal before or after sex, naturally it was after. They never talked about the longevity of the relationship; it was just assumed by both parties that it was a done deal and come what may.

As the weeks drifted by, Claire watched Mark with some trepidation; she was waiting for the first signs of loss of interest. But he seemed just as besotted with her as she with he. Even though he was a big strong and confident male, he liked to hold her hand in public or put his arm around her at the movies. The weeks soon turned into months and they spent most of their spare time and nights together. After careful consideration, Claire one night suggested that he might like to move in with her. She was initially dumfounded when he declined, but then he explained that he was an old fashioned sort of guy and he couldn't just live with someone, and he would prefer to be married. So, he asked if she would care to marry him. A shocked Claire took just a few seconds before agreeing to his proposal. At first, Claire thought he might have overcommitted himself, but then asked if she would like to pick her own engagement ring, or would she like him to do it? Having quite an interest in retail therapy, Claire replied that they should maybe do it together. Later that afternoon, Claire was sporting the ring of her choice, and became the happiest woman in the whole wide world.

Mark grinned when a few days later, Claire brought up the idea of a pre-nuptial agreement to protect her assets. It would later turn out that he himself had substantial land investments and his financial worth easily outweighed hers. While being very much in love, both having been through rocky divorces decided that it would be prudent to go through the process anyway. Not wanting to waste valuable time, theirs was a short engagement, and they were soon married which was witnessed by a few close friends.

Now, Claire found being married to Mark wasn't easy, but for all the right reasons. Her husband turned out to be a workaholic, in the first year; he renovated the kitchen and bathrooms, installed a walk-in wardrobe and then found time to landscape the grounds. Even when she took him to a secluded hotel for a dirty weekend, he got into an in-depth discussion with the owner on how to best renovate the bar area. Claire put her foot down and threatened Mark with her withdrawal of all sexual favours, and the owner with non-payment of accommodation. It sure got the desired results.

Mark also seemed a little uncomfortable around Claire's friends who were mainly academic types from her work. He was in awe of their intellect and considered himself below them. To remedy the situation, Claire invited them to a BBQ on a hot Sunday afternoon. She then showed her friends around the house pointing out all the fine work that Mark done since they'd been together. Now, it would be fair to say that most academics don't know the difference between a hammer and a screwdriver, much to their spouse's disgust. The wives commented on how lucky she was to have such a useful man about the house. While in the kitchen, one of the wives inquired if he was a perfect husband; and good in bed also? Claire smiled and replied that he was hung like a horse; the resulting laughter turned all the male heads that were standing outside socialising. Another wife asked if Claire would be prepared to rent him out by the week end or even by the hour, causing even more laughter. Mark was on the receiving end of a fair amount of attention after that, and he slowly warmed to Claire's circle of friends.

The last bastion of Mark's empire to be conquered was his vehicle in which Claire refused to travel in. The old Toyota Land Cruiser was well past its day, the large four wheel drive belched smoke, the worn out springs and shocks made the bone shaking ride unbearable. Every time it rained, there was more water inside than out, and to make things even worse, the radio didn't work. But as Mark often explained, it was a work vehicle that carried tools and timber; it wasn't supposed to be flashy.

But, Claire waited patiently for the inevitable breakdown, and then set her little plan into action. When Mark went to pick up his supposedly repaired vehicle at the Toyota dealership, all he found was a brand new shiny black Toyota Land Cruiser where his should be. Mark looked around at his wife and pretended to be angry, but all he could do was laugh. He picked her up and held her close, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. Claire just wrapped her long legs around his and gazed into his eyes.

"I don't deserve you." he whispered.

She gave him a little peck on the lips, "Sure you do."