My mate Ron had handed me a DVD in the pub the previous night.   As I jumped into my van for the start of my day, I quickly inserted it into my laptop and took a very quick look.  It started with nice looking woman being spit-roasted.  Just what I didn’t need.  My wife was close to having our baby and she had a tough time along the way.  It had been three months since we last made love and I was hoping that once the baby had come and she had a period to revive things might go back to normal, and I get sex again.

With a semi hard cock, I started my drive to todays customer.  I had been designing and installing high end burglar alarms for several years.  I had never been so busy as there appeared to be several outbreaks of robberies in a couple of posh areas.  Todays was no exception, they had been robbed some three weeks back.  I was three quarters of the way through the installation and hoped to get finished that day.

My day started off well.  Around ten o’clock I got a call from Ian.  After a discussion with him he asked for a quote for a system as both his two immediate neighbors had now been robbed and he was getting nervous.  I explained how busy I was and told him I would get to him just as quickly as I could.  He told me his wife, Clara, was there all day so there was no need to call ahead.

I finished todays job and was talking to the lady of the house and demonstrating the alarm panel and the camera system.  Although she smelt good, she wasn’t my type, but not having any for so long I think I would have shagged anything that offered.  Then I was telling her about the call from this morning and she said virtually every house in that road had been robbed.  She also pointed out that it was just two roads away.  I decided that having finished earlier than I had expected I would go and do the survey while in the area.  I asked the woman if she minded me using her bathroom to change.  I don’t like attending the first contact with customers in my overalls, and to that end carry some smart clothes in my van.

I saw the woman watching me go upstairs into her bathroom with my change of clothes.  I almost invited her to come with me, but in the end went alone and was soon changed.  The woman was right the house was just a stones throw away.  It had a huge sweeping driveway and garages (4) of to the left-hand side and two other cars parked beside them.  I parked on the end as it looked like the customer didn’t like cars immediately outside the front door.  The house itself was massive and I guessed that it was probably between eight and ten bedrooms and being in an affluent area was probably around the seven-to-eight-million-pound price range.

I rang the front doorbell and it felt like ages before anyone arrived at the door.  It was a tall thin man with a thin goatee beard on his chin.  He looked rater elderly and I guessed mid-sixties in age.   Come in Jim, he told me.  I followed him in and was about to correct him that I was Brendon and not Jim, when he again called me Jim with instructions to follow him upstairs.  I had come across eccentric types like him before that give people silly names, so I decided that Jim wasn’t so bad.  He kept saying that Clara was waiting for us.  I was beginning to realize that he had me confused with someone else.  Especially when we entered a large bedroom.

There on the bed lay Clara.  She was probably in her early thirties.  She was a fairly pretty blond woman with a curvy figure that was fairly visible through the almost transparent pink nighty.  “Told you I’d find you a nice one,” he told Clara and then turned to me and said, “Get on with it Jim, she’s waiting for your stiff cock.”  He was right about the stiff cock, but clearly, he had his wires crossed.  I was about to say something, but Clara was off the bed, tearing at my trousers to get my cock out.  The moment the head of my cock poked through my trousers her mouth clamped onto it.  God, it felt so good.

In the five years that we had been married, I had never strayed, not even once.  But here was a complete stranger, sucking my cock in front of a man that was twice her age.  Even before my wife was pregnant, she had never enjoyed sucking my cock, something else to blame the catholic church for.  I stood there trying to work out the last time that I had my cock sucked.

I was brought back to the present by what I presumed was Ian telling me it was time to fuck his wife.  Clara groaned as she released my cock from her mouth and got back on the bed and lay on her back and raised her nighty for me to see a glistening pussy that was ready and waiting for my stiff cock.  I was treated to the view of a real hairy pussy, unlike my wife’s that is kept bald as she shaves it very regularly saying it is dirty if not kept bald.  More Catholic crap.

“Hurry up and fuck her,” Ian was urging me.  I was torn, was a cock sucking breaking my vows, fucking her certainly would be.  The recent dry spell and the fact that my cock was pulsing with blood and pointing skyward made the decision for me.  I was tearing my clothes off just as quick as I could.  I remember thinking that we could sort out the confusion as to why I was there later.  Then I was on the bed with Clara.  Her arms welcomed me between her legs and tits.  I stopped very briefly to kiss her titty flesh that she had released from her nighty, before settling between her legs and giving a gentle thrust that penetrated her pussy with ease.

Clara groaned and then told Ian that I was in.  His response was to tell me that I was a good man and go for it.  I started to give more small thrusts until I was balls deep in her pussy.  Then I started long slow deep thrusts where my cock almost fell out each time I withdrew.  Clara was shaking and groaning, and Ian looked pleased and even excited.  Then a large bell sounded off and I stopped dead in my rhythm with my cock buried deep in Clara’s pussy.  Clara complained that she wasn’t expecting any other visitors and Ian complained and went off, mumbling, to answer the door.

Clara told me to go on, and I resumed pumping at her pussy.  Clara was now shaking violently as my cock plumbed her depths and she was groaning very loudly.  Then the door burst open and there stood Ian looking confused.  Clara was now well into her orgasm as I continued to pump her pussy.  “Who the fuck are you,” Ian was asking me as he told me that the man stood next to him was Jim.  Brendon, I gasped as I let go and flooded his wife’s pussy with what felt like gallons of cum.  As I got my breath back, I told him that I was Brendon and was there to look at an alarm system for him. 

The real Jim was getting undressed, completely unphased that he had just watched me cum I Clara’s pussy and as I rolled away, he was quick to replace me and within the blink of an eye he was pounding hard and fast at Clara’s pussy.  Clara had recovered from her orgasm enough to tell Ian that she didn’t care and that she was loving it.  I could see Ian moving to get a better view of the cock that was now pounding his wife’s pussy. 

I had no idea what or who Jim was, but he was no better blessed than I was with my seven inches and was glad that Clara had enjoyed it and come so much.  Jim lasted much longer than I did and took Clara through two more orgasms before he shot his load in Clara to join with mine.  After he had recovered and dressed Ian handed Jim an envelope and walked him from the room.

My cock was semi stiff again having watched Clara taking such a good pounding.  Clara asked that if she sucked me, could I fuck her some more.  I told her yes and moved next to her head.  Ian returned to see his wife sucking me again.  He mumbled under his breath but didn’t stop what was happening.  Clara soon had me good and hard again.  I told her to get onto all fours and I was quickly behind her and slamming hard and fast in her rather sloppy pussy.

Again, Ian moved so he could see as much as he could of what was happening to his wife’s pussy.  I lasted much longer as did Clara, but she did come just before me.  Then I was spilling more seed deep in her pussy.  I was shattered as I rolled away, but completely satisfied having come twice in Clara’s pussy. 

As I finally got dressed, it was almost as exciting to see Clara dress.  I asked Ian about alarms and what he was looking for.  Clara said she would leave us boys to play toys and left the room.  The survey took over an hour and a half as Ian wanted cameras even in the garages and some up the driveway with a sensor to trip as cars, people and animals entered the driveway.  I told Ian that I would email him a quote.  Clara had joined us and gave me a loving kiss as I was about to leave, saying she would look forward to seeing me again. 

My wife wondered why I was so late getting home as I had told her that I should be finished reasonably early.  I told her that I had just surveyed a very large house that was very close to where I had been working and hoped to get the job.  I quickly went for a shower to wash any smell of Clara off me, and later cuddled up to my wife in bed.  She was threatening that when the baby was born that I would never get near her pussy again as she didn’t want to go through this again.  I lay remembering fucking Clara a few hours earlier.

I was up early and put together the quote for Ian and Clara, before going off to my next customer.  All day my thoughts kept returning to Clara and what I had done with her.  The day seemed to drag, and the job seemed harder than I remembered when I had surveyed it. 

When I finally got home My wife had dinner ready.  Afterwards we cuddled on the sofa watching some rubbish on the TV.  Later in bed she asked if I was missing sex and I told her that I was.  To my amazement she offered me a blow job.  I wasn’t about to turn her down.  When I came in her mouth she reached for some tissues and spat my cum into it.  Then she said she didn’t want me running off with other women.  I assured her that wouldn’t happen.  She said she didn’t mean that I wouldn’t get access to her pussy again.  Only things were not easy at the moment.  I felt guilty about shagging Clara as we cuddled together.

The next day I had a message from Ian to call him.  He had an addition to his original quote, and I told him verbally how much it would cost, and he said for me to do it.  I told him I could send him a contract to sign and return, but there was an eight week wait for me to get and do their work.  He said if it cost more, he was happy to pay if he could move up the queue.  I told him that was unlikely to happen and gave him my earliest date, which he accepted.

I was happy at the thought of seeing Clara again and that made the day go easy.  I even got to my next job and made a start on it.  My wife seemed happy when I got home and was told that if she hadn’t had the baby, she would be started on Wednesday week.  I was glad as that was my birthday and I had planned to have the day off anyway. 

Two days later I had a cancellation.  The customer had someone else that could fit his alarm quicker and had decided to go with them.  I decided instead of what I usually do and move everyone’s dates forward I would move just Ian and Clara’s forward.  It would mean that I would have to make up two extra days as their job was extra-large and two days longer than the one that cancelled.  I made up one day by the end of that week by working longer days.  I also had estimated for four days on the next job although it should have been three and a half and guessed that I might be able to make up the extra half day.

Up until Wednesday I worked hard even putting in a Saturday, something I rarely do.  On the Wednesday I took my wife into hospital, and she told me that she thought she had already started without their help.  It took all day and at nine p.m. I became a dad for the first time.  My wife’s mother was soon there fussing around telling me what she wanted done before my wife came home and that she would be staying for a week or so.  I think both I and my father-in-law had gloomy faces about her staying.  Nevertheless, I went out with mates celebrating. 

They decided to keep my wife and baby in for a few days and that stretched to five days and then they were home in time for the weekend.  With my Mother-in-law (MIL) there I worked the Saturday which meant that I could start On Ian and Clara’s job on Monday.  It felt so good having my wife back in bed to cuddle up to, even if the baby was waking us two or three times every night.

Monday I was straight around to Ian’s and Clara’s house.  Ian was out at work and Clara was flirting with me and flaunting her body.  I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t easy seeing her sexy arse and tits flaunted in front of me.  The job was going reasonably well.  Come lunch time Clara called me and told me there was a cup of tea in the kitchen for me.  When I entered the kitchen there was a cup of tea on the work surface, but there was also Clara on the work surface, and I had a clear view of her bush of pubic hair, legs stretched apart and no panties.  The choice was tea or pussy.  No contest my overalls were undone, and my cock was penetrating Clara’s pussy in seconds.  I was able to kiss her at the same time as humping her.  It didn’t last long before she was groaning that she was coming, and I was doing the same.  That over with I was sat with a cold cup of tea and my sandwiches.

I asked Clara about Jim.  She told me that Ian had been unable to penetrate her for quite a long time and to keep her happy every now and again he would supply her with a male prostitute to do the business for her.  On the evening I had arrived he had assumed that I was Jim.  I joked that it must have been my lucky day and I should have bought a lottery ticket.  In the afternoon, Clara now being happy left me to get on with things and it went well.  Ian got home just as I was packing up for the night.  Clara was again flaunting herself in front of me, and Ian suggested that I fucked her. 

I didn’t have the heart to tell him I already had.  He watched as Clara dropped to her knees and had my cock out my overalls and in her mouth.  We were in the kitchen, so when I was hard enough, I bent Clara over a kitchen chair and fucked her hard from behind.  I wasn’t sure if Clara or Ian was enjoying it the most.  That set a pattern that was repeat each and every evening when Ian got home.

I was also fucking Clara most lunchtimes and the job was slipping behind.  To make up I worked a Saturday, not that much work was done as Ian had me fuck Clara twice.  The whole job was meant to take three weeks, but the way things were going I would fail that date and the start of my next job.  I had a man coming in and digging a trench outside for the two cameras.  He normally only dug holes and trenches, but I paid him to drop the cables in and bury them at the same time.  He even mounted the two poles for the cameras and the box for the sensors.

He almost caught me shagging Clara when he came to the kitchen door.  As I discussed what he had done and paid him he joked that Clara was a good-looking bit of pussy, and he wouldn’t mind a stab at it.  It told him to go ahead and try his luck.  He did and Clara shut him straight down asking him what sort of woman did he think she was.  He skulked away as I grinned knowing exactly what she was like.

By the end of the three weeks, by working or should I say fucking my way through much of another Saturday, I just scraped in on time.  Ian was pleased with the work and suggested that I take Clara out to the garages so he could see us on the monitors.  It is the one and only time that I have fucked someone on an E type Jag bonnet.  I don’t know which was sexier the car or Clara.  Ian watched us on the monitor.   Having demonstrated all the features and that it was connected to a central alarm service I started to pack up.  Having just fucked Clara an hour or so before hand I thought that she would have been satisfied.  But as I went to get out my van, after stowing my tools, she was at me again freeing my cock and sucking me to another hard erection.  I’m pretty sure that Ian was watching on one of the cameras as I bent her leaning into the back of my van as I shagged her long and hard.  

Afterwards Clara said if I was ever in the area to drop in.  My next two jobs were quite some distance away.  Then I was back in her area.  Although my wife was back giving me sex, she had me being very gentle as she said it still felt a little sore down there.  I was getting quite frustrated having had weeks of fucking Clara silly and then weeks of nothing and now just gentle fucking.  I needed a damn good fuck.  The next lunch time I made and excuse to leave my customer and drive the short distance to Ian and Clara’s house. 

I rang the doorbell and Clara opened the door completely naked, saying she had wondered how long it would be before I was back.  We didn’t make it to a bedroom, I fucked her hard on the stairs.  Clara loved it shouting at me to go harder and faster.  Eventually having cum deep in her pussy, I was getting dressed.  I asked Clara how come she was naked on my arrival, and she said hearing the sensor getting tripped by my van she watched my van driving up her driveway and stripped ready for me.

Two days later, on checking my accounts I see a payment from Ian.  He had already paid for his home security system and rang him to see what the payment was for.  He just laughed and told me that it was in lieu of paying for a male prostitute.  I told him I couldn’t accept it as I had instigated the session.  Ian was insistent and told me that whenever I was close by if I could drop in shag his wife, he would make payment to me.  I told him it wasn’t necessary as I enjoyed fucking his wife.

Over the years I put every payment he made to me into a fund for our daughter should she want to go to university.  She was talking with her mother about which one and what courses she wants to do.  I was surprised when I looked that the fund just how much was in it.  Neither my wife or daughter had any idea that the fund exists and when the time came, I would use it to help our daughter into Uni life.

I continued to see Clara right up until the first lockdown.  Sadly, poor Ian was taken from us in the first wave.  By then he wasn’t a well man anyway and was not long retired.  He left Clara well provided for.  Having no children, she ended up pretty lonely and I included her in one of my bubbles and visited just as often as I could.  The payments into the fund continued each and every time I managed to get over to her.  I told her it wasn’t necessary as I enjoyed her company as well as the sex.  Clara insisted that I was worth every penny.

As we came out of the second lockdown, I found myself in Clara’s area and decided to make a visit.  I was surprised to see the gates closed and a padlock and chain around the gates.  I had never seen the gates closed.  As I stood there ringing the house on the gate intercom a woman walking past told me that I was wasting my time as she too had passed due to covid.  I was sad that I hadn’t known or been able to help or do anything for her.  The woman also told me that her food delivery man had passed it to her, and he had also died from it.  I was heartbroken.

That night I told my wife that a good customer of mine had died and told her it was the couple in the big house whose husband had died.  She was quite sympathetic as it was the first time anyone we knew had been touched by the virus.  Then she was telling me that our daughter had been accepted for a university course, but due to covid it would be home schooled with just two day visits each year during the course at uni.  She was staying home.  In many ways I was happy but wondered what I could do with the cash in the fund.

It was three weeks later when I received a letter from a solicitor telling me that I had inherited some property and money.  I needed to go and see him and sign some paperwork.  It had no other details.  My wife and I wracked our heads trying to think who could have left us property and money.  The next day I rang the solicitors to be told that he was out that day by his assistant.  She arranged for my wife and I to go in two days later.   My job timings were shot to hell by covid, so I just told the customer not to expect seeing me that day.  My wife and I were very nervous as we waited for the solicitor.

We were sent into a big room where a rather fat, old balding man sat behind a huge desk.  After greetings he said he would get right down to it.  He told us that Mrs C B…… had died.  It took me several seconds to work out that it was Clara.  My wife was totally confused, and I reminded her of the customers that I had talked about to her who had died in the big house.  It turned out that she had no other relatives and after expenses and other small donations to charity she had left everything else to me.  I was stunned and at first couldn’t believe it.  I asked about death duty and the solicitor said that what was left was after all death duties were paid on both Ian and Clara’s estates.

The solicitor presented me with a mass of paperwork to sign, he asked my wife to step out while he called in a colleague to sign as witness.  Having signed it all his colleague also stepped out.  The solicitor then handed me a thick letter advising me to open it whilst on my own.  I tucked it into my pocket before my wife returned.

I was still shocked and stunned as the solicitor handed me house and vehicle keys telling me other paperwork would follow in time and if I needed anything to feel free to call him.  Still reeling from the shock my wife had me drive her to the house we had just inherited.  She immediately fell in love with it and asked could we move in.  That night after consideration we decided to have a cleaning company clean it from top to bottom and then leave it standing for fifteen days before visiting. 

On day ten after the deep clean, I took the letter from the solicitors and the keys for the house.  I was working close by, and during the lunch break went and let myself in through the gates and up the driveway.  On entering the house, I barely had time to reset the alarm in time.  The house looked pretty much as I remembered everything I sat on the bed where I had shagged Clara the first time and watched her being fucked by the male prostitute.  I took out the letter which was from Clara.  It had me in floods of tears.  It was so sad to read how lonely she had been and that she longed for my next visits to her.  She told me that after meeting me I was the only man to fuck her ever again after that night.

After I stopped crying, I went around the house looking for any evidence of what we had been up to.  Good job I did.  There were diaries going back before our first meeting.  They had accounts of every time we had fucked and detailed where we had shagged and what position along with how good it felt.  She had even put a scale on it.  After a thorough search and finding nothing else I went to the garages.  The four cars were still in their garages in all their glory, including the Jag that I had shagged Clara over. The other two cars were still parked along side.  I ended up crying again.  I was just about to lock the house when two police officers arrived and wanted to know who I was and what was I doing there.  After telling them I was the new owner, they wanted proof and I had them call the solicitor who confirmed my story.  I hid the diaries in the Jag before locking up. 

When I arrived home later that evening, I told my wife that I had visited the house and there was quite a lot of personal stuff to get rid of before we would want to move in.  I told her about the incident with the police officers and we had a good laugh about it.  I bought, off eBay, a time capsule big enough for Clara’s diaries I could bury in the ground.  The next day I again visited, and this time dug a deep hole and buried the diaries beside the garages.

A week later I had men from an auction house come and take some items away.  They wanted several other items because clearly, they were worth money.  I restricted them to what I had decided to let go at that time telling them there may be more later.  At the weekend my wife and daughter went with me to the house.  We stuck labels on everything we intended to let go.  My wife couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to let the one bed go.  The one I had first fucked Clara in.  My daughter had piled up lots of correspondence and other stuff for burning in the hallway. 

When we went to look at the cars my wife took a shine to the Jag.  I had to tell her it would only be used on rare occasions.  I was having to fight back tears thinking about Clara over that bonnet.  Two weeks later the extra items had gone for auction, and I had burnt the stuff from the hallway.  We were moving in.   I again had tears trying to fall as we watched the removals men put our stuff in various rooms. 

That night in bed my wife did something she hadn’t done since our daughter was born.  She gave me a long slow blow job.  I wondered if somehow Clara was controlling my wife.  Eventually we fucked long and hard, just how I like it from behind.  Again, not my wife’s favorite position.  It took some getting used to coming home to my wife in the house and not Clara, but the pain moved more to joy as time went on.

I still get the odd twinge of guilt when I take my wife out in the Jag knowing what we did over the bonnet.  My wife has slowly improved in the bedroom and now I get the occasional blow job and she has even started to swallow.  I think that all the time we live here I will be living with two women Clara and my wife, although it has got easier.  One good point, when the (MIL) comes we stick her in the furthest bedroom, and I don’t have to see that much of her.

It is both a bitter and sweet ending to the much-loved times I spent with Ian and Clara.  I will never forget them.