Chapter 6: Fallout
Usually Sarah texted Claire to set up their trysts, so Claire thought it was unusual to get a message from David asking her to come over. When Claire arrived, she noticed Sarah's car was not there. She was suddenly very nervous.
She felt butterflies in her stomach as she entered the house, she found the kitchen empty.
"Hello?" she called. "Sarah?"
"She's not here," David said, entering from the living room. "I thought maybe it could be just you and I today." His voice was soft, yet heavy with intent. He leaned against the kitchen counter, his dark eyes gazing at her hungrily.
A knot formed in Claire's stomach. "Just us?" she echoed.
David nodded, taking a step closer to her. "Just you and me."
Claire's heart pounded in her chest. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, David," she stammered, taking a step back.
But she knew it was already too late.
"We won't do anything you don't want to do. And nothing we haven't already done, right?" David said.
"I don't know. I just don't think we should do anything without Sarah here. It feels wrong." Claire said, trying to stand her ground.
"Ok, so no sex. Is that a fair compromise?" he said, bargaining.
Claire still didn't like it, but he made a decent point. And she had certainly come over expecting something to happen. She bit her lip and looked at him. She looked so sexy, he loved this little game.
"Ok, but no kissing. And we're not going into the bedroom," she said sternly.
"Agreed. Living room?" he said, gesturing toward the couch.
Claire walked past him, David peeked at her cleavage, then watched her from behind as she made her way to the couch. She looked so good in leggings. He couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not. The thought made his cock twitch in anticipation.
Claire hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
She perched on the edge of the couch, keeping as much distance between them as possible. David sat down next to her, leaving a respectable amount of space between them. He took a deep breath and began to speak.
"You're so beautiful, Claire," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've always thought so."
Claire blushed at the compliment. She had never thought of herself as beautiful, always seeing herself as plain compared to Sarah.
But ever since she hit her forties, she had come into her own and blossomed in a way she had never expected.
Her curves filled out and became more pronounced than ever before. Her soft, porcelain skin constantly glowed with an ethereal light, drawing the eye to her lush figure.
But it was her perfect breasts that were her best feature. They were full, ripe, and perfect. They ever so gently bounced up and down as she nervously fidgeted on the couch.
Claire tried to focus on anything else except for the large bulge expanding in the front of David's pants.
"So," he said, "How was you week?"
"Maybe we could just get started and skip the small-talk?" she said.
"Yeah, of course. Sorry."
Still uneasy, she slid over closer to him. She tentatively reached out and ran her hand over the bulge in his pants. David groaned softly as she gently squeezed him through the fabric.
"Fuck, Claire. You're killing me," he breathed huskily.
She looked up at him, her brown eyes full of uncertainty. Not wanting to lose the moment, David slid his pants and boxers down. His hard cock sprang free. Claire couldn't help but gasp at the size of it. She had felt it inside her before, but seeing it in all its glory was something else entirely.
Without a word, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. David let out a low moan as she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum.
David reveled at the site of her tits hanging down as she crouched over him. He debated asked her to take her shirt off, but didn't want to push his luck. The view was still pretty good. The loose, flowy top she was wearing allowed him glimpses of her ample cleavage with the occasional thrust of her breasts. Her brown wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face and highlighting her sharp cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes.
Claire was all business though, she wanted to get this over with. She paused long enough to take her glasses off, setting them carefully on the table before wrapping her lips tightly around his shaft. She took as much of him in as she could, moving her mouth up and down in a that left David breathless. She tightened her grip on his shaft, moving her hand in tandem with her mouth. She could feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his breathing growing labored. She let her other hand drift down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
Just when she thought he was about to blow, Sarah appeared in the doorway, a look of hurt and anger in her eyes Claire's eyes widened, but she didn't stop bobbing her head up and down, the slurping sound of her lips on his cock grew louder as she sucked him closer to orgasm.
Sarah looked on, stunned, as David stiffened, his hand now cupping Claire's breast. He cried out as he came, the first spurt of his hot load hitting the back of Claire's throat with the force of a pressure washer. She gagged slightly, but valiantly continued to swallow, not wanting to waste a drop.
Sarah stood there, rooted to the spot, as the couple in front of her came down from their lust-driven high, her mind awhirl with a million conflicting emotions. Betrayal, anger, hurt, and the overwhelming sting of being excluded.