A Helping Hand Ch. 04 (Official) (Patreon)

Claire arrived at Vick’s house one morning with a small overnight bag and a smile, already prepared for Diane.

Diane met her at the door and helped carry the bag down the hall to the guest room. Claire set it on the bed and unpacked a few things into the dresser. She made sure to hide the skimpy clothes she had already stored there in the corner where Diane couldn’t see them. It all looked in order. Toothbrush by the sink. Phone charger on the nightstand. A folded set of sleep clothes by the chair. Anyone walking through would think she planned to sleep right there. 

Diane lingered in the doorway, glancing around the room to make sure everything was settled. “This should work. If you need extra blankets or anything, I’m sure you know where to find them. Make yourself at home.”

“Of course,” Claire replied. “Thank you.”

They talked for a little while in the kitchen after that. Claire nodded along politely as Diane went over things she already knew, while Vick sat in his recliner and let his daughter drone on. 

When Diane finally picked up her purse, she kissed her father on the cheek and gave Claire’s arm a grateful squeeze. “Thank you again. We really appreciate you, Claire. Call if you need anything. I mean anything. We’ll take care of it.”

Claire hummed and nodded sweetly. “I will.”

The front door closed, leaving the house quiet.

Claire stood there for a second, listening for Diane’s car to pull away. Sensing she was in the clear, she walked into the living room and looked at Vick. “You are a very sly man for doing this.”

Vick chuckled, not even bothered to hide it. “You could have declined.”

Claire crossed her arms, but there was no real heat behind it. “Your kids were standing right there. What was I supposed to say? Ugh, why did they have to be so nice about it? It made it impossible for me to say no.”

“Hehe, you could say I raised them well.”

She shook her head and let out a short breath. “You’re impossible.”

Vick’s eyes moved over her the way they always did when they were alone. “Guest room’s all set up, though. Nice and official. Diane saw it with her own eyes. Heh, you really look like the part now.”

“For show,” Claire added. “You and I both know I’m not spending a night in there.”

His crooked smile widened. “Didn’t figure you would, darling.”

Claire went down the hall to the guest room and changed out of her scrubs. The cotton shorts and loose top were already waiting in the drawer. She pulled them on the way she always did now, no bra, the thin fabric settling over her as soon as she left the work clothes on the chair. When she came back out, Vick’s beady eyes went straight to her. 

“That’s more like it, baby,” he murmured while licking his lips greedily. 

Claire rolled her pretty hazel eyes and kept moving. “You’ve got pills to take first. Then we’re going for a walk later.”

Vick stared at her, confused and mildly offended at the suggestion. “A walk.”

“Mhm.”

“I can think of something better we could be doing.”

“I know you can.” She set his medication in front of him and waited until he took it. “We’re still going.”

He complained through lunch. Complained while she wiped the counter. Complained again when she brought his shoes over and set them by the recliner. When she finally stood in front of him and told him to get up, he reached for her hip instead. 

“Augh, can we just go to bed? We got the house to ourselves.”

Claire caught his chin and tipped his face up towards hers. “We have all night to do that now. Get your shoes on, old man.”

She went back to the guest room once he'd tied his shoes properly and changed again. This time she pulled on a pair of tight workout shorts and a fitted shirt she had packed in her overnight bag. The shorts clung to her hips and ass. The shirt stretched over her chest. When she came out in those clothes, Vick’s expression changed all over again, his cock growing hard against his shorts. 

“Hmm… You know what you’re doing with that outfit,” he said, eyes glued to her body.

Claire grabbed her shoes and flashed a faint, knowing smile. “I’m taking you outside.”

“In those. That ass is painted on. You put those on knowing the kind of man I am. This is a form of torture.”

“They’re for walking,” she shot back calmly, tying the laces firmly.

“They’re a menace.”

He reached for her hip when she walked back over to help him up. “Do we really have to do this? I'd much rather work up a good sweat in bed with you. I’m pretty sure that’s better for my health.”

Claire tied her wavy blonde hair back into a loose ponytail and grabbed his wrists, tugging him to his feet without much effort. “Patience, Vick. You have me to yourself for three days a week. You can wait just a little longer.”

The old man grumbled under his breath and slowly walked past her toward the front door. 

The sidewalk outside was quiet and warm. Claire kept her pace slow so he could keep up, one hand near his arm in case he needed it. Vick walked like the whole thing was an inconvenience he had been tricked into. That lasted about half a block. Then his eyes dropped right back to look at the way her shorts stretched over her ass with every step. 

“Why do I have to do this walk again?” he asked, covering his eyes from the warm, pestering light of the sun.

“Exercise,” she answered simply. 

He let out a short chuckle. “I get enough of that, sweetheart.”

Claire glanced at him with an amused smile. “Sunlight, then. When’s the last time you even left the house?”

Vick thought about it longer than he should have. “Uh… I don’t keep a calendar for that.”

“That’s what I thought.”

They went around the block once. He complained about his fake back pain, about the heat, about how this was a waste of a perfectly good afternoon. Every time she got a little ahead of him, his eyes went right back to her shorts. By the time they made it up the porch steps, he was flushed and irritated, already looking at her as if the walk had only delayed what he wanted. 

“There,” she said, unlocking the door. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

Vick dropped into the recliner and pointed toward the kitchen. “Yeah, yeah, could you be a dear and get me water? I’m dying here. This might have ruined my day. Now I’m too tired for the fun.”

Claire pulled the spare key from the lock and shut the door. “Stop being so dramatic, Vick. You’ll be up and running in no time.”

She brought the water and stood there until he drank most of it. Vick made a show of being wiped out, dropping his head back against the recliner as if the walk had taken years off him. 

“You’re fine,” she said, chuckling as she took the glass from him. “Come on. We’re washing up first. I’m not getting in bed with you smelling like that.”

He grumbled but couldn’t help but smirk. “We end up smelling like this anyway.”

They headed upstairs to his bedroom and stepped into the shower together. Claire turned the water warm and pulled him under it with her. She worked the washcloth over his chest and shoulders while he stood there and let her. She washed herself next, quick and easy, then rinsed them both off. Vick’s bony hands found her ass more than once under the spray, but she swatted them away and shut the water off before he could turn it into something else. 

“Bed,” she ordered, handing him a towel. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

He was already on the mattress when she followed him into the bedroom. Naked, stretched out on his back with one arm over his head, he watched her dry off in the doorway. His cock was up and hard against his stomach, thick and throbbing from how long she had made him wait. 

Claire dropped the towel after finishing drying her hair and let him look. Then she climbed up over him. 

She kissed him as soon as she was close enough. It started slow and turned messy fast, his hands sliding up her still-damp back, her mouth opening over his. She could feel him twitch against her stomach while they made out. He also began to frantically push his tongue into her mouth, like he had been holding off on doing it ever since she arrived that morning. 

When she finally pulled back, she turned and swung a leg over him, settling into a sixty-nine without asking. Her smooth, already wet pussy hovered over his face. His cock stood right in front of her mouth. 

Claire wrapped her hand around the base and took him in without a word. Vick groaned the second her soft lips closed around him, the sound raspy and utterly relieved. 

“Ohhhh. Fuck, me.”

“Hmm, better?” she asked after she pulled off, stroking him wet.

He only hummed in response and pulled her hips down. His mouth latched onto her pussy, and he started eating her like that was the only reply she was going to get. His tongue dragged through her wetness while she sank back down on his cock and sucked him with smooth, twisting bobs that made his toes curl. 

Claire moaned the second his tongue pushed through her folds. Vick licked her open with slow, greedy passes, then found her clit and worked it until her thighs tightened around his head. She tried to keep sucking him, but the next stroke of his tongue made her hips twitch with intense pleasure. 

He then slipped his tongue inside her and curled it. 

Claire gasped and lost her rhythm completely. His cock slipped from her mouth with a wet sound as she dropped her forehead against his body, panting heavily, still holding him in her fist. 

“Ah… Vick… Fuck!”

He hummed into her and did it again, curling his tongue inside her while his hands spread her ass so he could get deeper. She was dripping her sweet nectar onto his face from how good he made her feel. The wet sounds of him eating her filled the room. 

Claire forced herself back down onto his cock and started sucking again, sloppier this time. Spit ran down his throbbing, veiny shaft, dribbling down his heavy sack. She moaned around him every time he pushed his tongue inside her, the vibration making his hips jerk up into her mouth. They stayed like that for a while, trading the pleasure of their mouths back and forth. She would take him deep, then break off with a wet gasp when he hit the right spot. He would groan into her pussy and eagerly pull her hips down harder. 

When she finally had enough of being on edge, she pulled off his cock and slid forward with practiced ease. 

Claire moved up his body and settled over him in reverse, tucking his skinny legs between hers as she straddled him. His thighs were trapped between her own, pinned together under her weight. She reached down behind her, lined him up against her slick entrance, and sank down onto his cock in one slow drop until her ass rested flush against his hips. 

“Fuuuuuckkk…” Vick groaned roughly behind her, his hands already finding the curves of her waist, legs stuck between hers with nowhere to go. 

Claire looked back over her shoulder and bit her lip, her alluring hazel eyes half-lidded with pure desire. Vick was flushed and staring at her ass like he had been waiting all day for this. 

“You’re such a horny old man,” she purred, voice low and sultry. “Couldn’t even make it through a thirty-minute walk without staring.”

Vick didn’t argue. He just gripped her hips and watched.

Claire then started to move. She rolled her hips, then lifted and dropped, using the hold she had on his legs to keep him pinned under her. The filthy slap of skin on skin filled the room. 

Vick groaned behind her, his eyes rolling back from the tantalizing wet squeeze of her walls around him. “Augh… fuck… which days… which days are you staying?”

Claire moaned as she came down on him again. “Ah… Ouhhh… Tuesday to Thursday.”

He thrust up into her as much as he could with his legs trapped. “Augh. T-three days, huh? Fuck me… oh! That’s good to hear.”

“Mhm… Technically four,” she added, her voice breathy from his cock sinking to the hilt inside her. “I don’t go home until Friday. I still have to stay through the day on Friday.”

Vick let out an even more pleased, broken sound and pulled her down harder. “Fuck yes… Four days… Perfect… Fuuuckk.”

Claire looked back at him again, lip still caught between her teeth, and kept riding him steadily. “Don’t get greedy. That’s what I agreed to, nothing more.”

They kept going like that, Claire lifting and dropping on him while he remained trapped beneath her bigger, curvier form. Vick’s eyes were locked on the place where they were joined. Her tight pussy was already creamy around his cock, slick and shiny every time she rose and left him glistening before she sank back down. 

He lifted a hand and gave her ass a firm spank. The sound cracked through the quiet room. 

Claire moaned and clenched around his cock tighter. “Ah! Mhmm, Vick!”

“Look at that,” he muttered, watching her take him again. “Creaming all over this old cock. You were talking like you were doing me a favor staying the extra nights. That pussy says otherwise, darling.”

Claire glanced back over her shoulder, mouth parted in breathy moans as she bounced on him. “S-shut up. You planned this. You had your kids ask me so you could keep me here and fuck me.”

Vick spanked her other cheek and groaned when her hot, pulsing walls gripped him tighter. “And you said yes. Stop pretending you didn’t want this… Four days, sweetheart. Four days of this married pussy whenever I want.”

“Ah! Uh uh uh… hah… Ouhhhh! Don’t stop…” She sank harder, her perfect ass slapping against his hips. “You’re so fucking deep like this… Fuck… I love how you feel inside me, baby.”

“That’s it. Ride it. Let me see you make a mess on me.”

It didn’t take long for Claire's rhythm to break. Her thighs shook around his trapped legs, and a sharp cry tore out of her as she finally came. “OOUUHHHH! VICK!” Her pussy fluttered and squeezed his cock in mind-melting wet pulses. She kept grinding through it, creamy and dripping down him, moaning his name while he held her ass and watched every last shudder. 

Claire dropped her hands forward and wrapped them around his ankles for support. Her hair hung loosely down her back as she picked up the pace, riding him faster now. Every time she took his entire length, she added a tight twist of her hips, grinding her creamy pussy around the thick base of his cock until Vick’s toes curled. 

“Augh… Claire… holy… fuck… just like that… keep going…”

She kept at it. Lift, twist, grind. The filthy slap of her ass against his hips mixed with the steady creak of the bed. Her pussy was already a mess around him, clinging to his shaft when she rose and swallowing him whole when she came back down. Vick’s gaze remained at the place where they joined like he could not look away, watching her stretch around him, watching the cream gather around his base like he was utterly entranced. 

Claire moaned and squeezed him on purpose. “Ah… I can feel you throbbing. You’re getting close, huh?”

He was. She felt him swell inside her with that heavy pulse she knew all too well by now. 

“That’s it, baby,” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust as she eagerly nibbled on her bottom lip. “Do it. Fill me up.”

He was already on the brink; her last words were the straw that broke the camel’s back. Vick came hard. “EEYYYYYAAAAGHHHH FUUUUUCCKKKKK!” 

His whole wiry body locked under her as his cock twitched and his seed spilled into her in thick, hot ropes. Claire sank all the way to the hilt and held him there for the first few spurts, letting him pump her full, then started riding him again before he had even finished. His cum sloshed inside her. Some of it squeezed out around his shaft and ran down over his contracting balls. 

Vick thrashed from the overstimulation, his legs firmly trapped between her thighs, rendering him helpless. “Augh! Fuck! Augh… Claire, stop… I just came… Fuck! It’s too much!”

She only gave him a devious look over her shoulder and kept going as if this were her plan all along. His cock was oversensitive and still buried deep in her, twitching with every grind. Where they were joined turned frothy and even creamier, his load churned into her wetness until it coated him in a pale, filthy mess. Each bounce made a wet and obscenely slick sound. Claire’s pussy kept milking him greedily like she was trying to pull another load from him on purpose. 

She indeed was.

Vick let go of her ass and grabbed the sheets instead to hold on for dear life. His arms had no leverage. He could not shove her off. Claire kept his ankles pinned and used her grip to bounce on him through the overstimulation, her full ass slapping down against him, her cream and his cum dripping onto the sheets between his trapped legs. 

“Hmm… Give it to me again, Vick. Cum for me again,” she murmured, her voice dripping with lust. 

“Claire… I can’t… It’s too much… I’m… fuckkkkkk… I’m!”

He came again with a raw, wrecked moan. His cock pulsed weakly at first, then harder, a second load spilling into her already full pussy. His head tipped back into the pillow. His hands twisted desperately in the sheets. Then he went limp against the mattress, chest heaving, spent cock still twitching inside her. 

Claire finally slowed and stopped, sitting fully on him with his softening length still buried balls deep inside of her. She could feel the mess leaking out around him. She looked back at his wrecked face. A small grin pulled at her lips, her cheeks flushed with satisfaction as she gave his ankles a soft squeeze.

“Hmm… That’s it… Now you can rest.”

The next morning, Vick rested in his recliner wearing nothing but his underwear, his wiry old body stretched out lazily as a mug of coffee went cold on the table beside him.

Claire was in the kitchen. She had put on an apron because he had asked for it earlier that morning, half-joking, half not. She wore no top under it. Just a thin tie at her waist and a pair of skimpy panties that barely covered anything. Every time she reached for a pan or bent toward the fridge, the apron shifted, leaving the rest of her body for his lecherous eyes to see. 

Vick licked his lips and watched. 

He still could not quite believe this was his life now. A married woman in his kitchen, humming over the stove, cooking his breakfast like it was the most normal thing in the world. From where he sat, her legs looked even longer. The panties cut high across her ass. When she leaned over the counter to grab a spatula, the apron rode up, and he got a clear view of the curve of her cheeks. 

Claire hummed a light tune to herself while she scrambled the eggs, pretending she didn’t notice. She noticed. 

“Vick, you’re staring again,” she said without turning around. 

“Hehe, sorry, darling. It’s hard not to.” He shifted in his chair as his cock thickened against the thin fabric of his underwear. “How the hell did I get this lucky?”

Claire glanced back over her shoulder with a small smile. “You asked your kids to trap me here for four days. That’s how.”

“And you said yes.”

She plated the eggs and toast, still humming and letting him look. The apron was loose enough that he could see the side of her breast when she moved. Her ass stayed pointed toward him the whole time she stood at the stove. 

Vick adjusted his already hard cock beneath his underwear, licking his lips again, watching her sexy legs and the way those panties clung to her while she cooked. She was his, and she knew it.

After breakfast, once Claire put the dishes away, she found herself in the living room, kneeling between Vick’s legs. 

The recliner creaked as he settled in. Both of them were naked now. The apron was on the kitchen floor. Her panties were somewhere near it. Claire had her feet folded under her and leaned in, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock. She let a thick string of spit fall from her tongue onto the head of his cock, then smeared it down his shaft with her fist until he was fully slick. 

She stuck her tongue out and slapped his cock against it. Once. Twice. The wet sound of it filled the quiet living room. Then she kissed the tip, slow and filthy, her soft lips parting around the head just enough to taste the precum already leaking out of him. 

“Hmm, good morning,” she murmured against it, then took him into her mouth. 

“Ohhh… fuck, he groaned with pleasure, his head falling back as she took him all the way down her throat in one smooth motion. “That’s it, baby… suck my cock.”

She sucked him slowly at first, her cheeks hollowing, spit running down to his balls. She then dropped lower and licked them, warm and heavy against her tongue, sucking one into her mouth while her hand kept stroking his veiny shaft. When she came back up, she slapped his cock on her tongue again with a low, teasing giggle as a thin thread of spit stretched from her lips to the tip of the head. Vick couldn’t keep his eyes away. The sight of this stunning woman doing something so lewd had him utterly entranced. 

Claire was already soaking wet. Kneeling there, thighs pressed together, she could feel her spit dripping down onto her skin. “Hmm… Mhmmm… Hmmm.” Her moans vibrated against him, making his toes curl and his hips involuntarily twitch. 

She pulled off with a wet pop and kissed the tip again. “So… After this, we’re going on another walk,” she announced, her voice breathy as she gave his cock a few wet pumps, her palm twisting at the head. 

Vick groaned, both with pleasure and displeasure. “Augh, come on. We did that yesterday.”

“And we’ll do it today.” She licked a thick strip up the underside of his shaft, spit stretching between her mouth and his cock, then swallowed him down again. Talking around him made it sloppier. “You need sunlight, old man.”

He grumbled something filthy and put a hand in her hair. Claire hummed and kept sucking, bobbing her head in an easy rhythm, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth and sliding down his balls. His cock thickened on her tongue. She cupped them with her free hand, rolling his sack in her palm, then pulled off just to slap him against her tongue and kiss the leaking tip like she had all morning. 

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Vick muttered behind a sharp breath. 

Claire smiled around him and took him deeper, twisting her head on every upstroke. 

They continued like that for a bit, talking about the rest of the day when her phone suddenly rang on the side table.

Claire glanced at the screen and froze for a second, seeing who it was. Daniel.

She answered it anyway, calmly wiping her slick hand on her thigh and picking up the phone while Vick’s cock stayed against her lips. 

“Hey, honey. Good morning.”

Vick’s smirk came immediately. He watched her from above while she kissed his tip and stroked him through the first few words, spit shining on her chin. 

Claire pulled off just enough to speak clearly, a string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to his head. “Yeah, I’m here… Mhm… He’s fine… Mm.. Just finished breakfast.” She leaned back in and sucked his head while Daniel talked, hazel eyes flicking up to Vick’s face. “No, I slept okay. The guest room is comfortable”

Vick mouthed the word “liar” and pushed his hips up a little. Claire glared at him and slapped his cock once, then took him deeper anyway. Her throat worked around him while her husband kept talking. 

“Glck… I’ll be home Friday night,” she said just as she pulled off. “Love you too.”

Claire hung up, set her phone down, and went back to sucking him eagerly, spit-slick and messy. The wet, filthy sounds of glucking and slurping filled the room. Vick chuckled, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her there while she bobbed. 

“That’s it,” he muttered, watching her work. “Look at you, darling. On your knees in my living room, sucking my cock after you just told your husband good morning. You dirty little slut. You love this shit.”

Claire moaned around him and took him deeper. Her nose brushed his stomach. Her hand twisted at the base. Her tongue dragged along the underside every time she pulled up, leaving him slathered. 

“Fuuuuckk… I love your mouth.” Vick’s hips twitched. “You keep sucking like that, and I’m gonna lose it. Augh… just like that, darling… hah… Use that tongue.”

She did. Her mouth moved over him with wet, sloppy strokes that made his eyes roll back. Her other hand kept fondling his heavy balls, squeezing them whenever she took him to the back of her throat. Vick’s breathing grew heavy and ragged. His toes curled against the carpet from how good she made him feel. He could feel his soul leaving his body.

“Argh… Ohhh… I’m close, Claire. I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum. Don’t you dare stop now.”

She pulled off just enough to rest his swollen, leaking head on her tongue and stroke him hard and fast, looking up at him with her mouth open. Spit dribbled down her chin and onto the tops of her thighs in long, thick strings while she kept pumping him. 

“Cum for me,” Claire moaned, her voice low and sultry. “Give it to me. All of it.”

That was all he needed. Vick came with a raw groan. “AUUUGHHHHH! FUUUCKKK!” His toes curled tight as the first thick rope hit her tongue and pooled there. The next pulse splashed over her lip and striped her cheek. Another landed across the bridge of her nose and ran down her mouth. Claire kept stroking him through it, holding him right there on her tongue so he could watch every spurt leave him. His balls tightened in her palm with each pulse. More cum filled her mouth until it sat heavy and warm, some of it overflowing at the corners and dripping down her chin onto her breasts.

He was left wrecked and panting as he finally sagged back. She remained on her knees and opened her mouth wider for him. 

His virile load sat on her tongue, mixed with spit, white and messy. It coated her teeth. It streaked her face. A slow drop slid from her cheek toward her jaw while she held still and let him look. 

She showed him everything. 

Then, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Vick watched with wide eyes as her throat worked once, twice, until it was gone. She opened again to prove it, then leaned in and kissed the sensitive tip of his spent cock.

Claire gave him a few last strokes before slowly getting up to her feet, still tasting him. 

Cum was streaked across her cheek and down her chin, a thick line cooling against her skin. More of it had slipped down onto her chest. She stood there between his knees for a second and let him look at the mess he made of her. Then, she dragged two fingers through the stripe on her cheek, gathering it, and sucked her fingers clean. The taste was still warm, salty, and heavy. 

She found another smear along her jaw and scooped that up too, licking it off with a slow pass of her tongue. A drop had run toward her breast. She caught that on her fingertip as well and put it in her mouth, watching Vick the whole time. 

He stayed sunk in the recliner, his spent cock still wet against his thigh. His eyes followed every movement of her hands. 

“God damn… you’re amazing,” he said, captivated. “Christ, Claire. The way you just… Fuck… Look at you.”

Claire smiled, wiping the last bit from the corner of her mouth with her thumb and sucking it off. 

She stepped closer between his knees, grabbed his face with both still-slicked hands, and tipped his chin up so he had to look at her. His cheeks were warm under her palms. She was still naked, still marked with him, standing over the old man she had just swallowed. 

“Now get up,” she said firmly. “Walk first. You can sit there looking pleased with yourself after we get back.”

Vick let out a tired laugh. “You’re actually serious?”

“I’m always serious about the walk.” She gave his face a little squeeze and let go. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and dressed. You already got what you wanted this morning.”

He grumbled, but he started to push himself up from where he sat. His eyes remained stuck on the faint shine left on her mouth. As he walked past her, he couldn’t help but think: This woman is going to be the death of me.

Their affair went on like that.

Claire and Vick could not get enough of each other. The four days a week stopped feeling like extra work and started feeling like the part of her life she looked forward to most. She would pull into his driveway on Tuesday mornings, already wet and ready between her legs. By Wednesday, she stopped bothering with the cotton shorts, but she kept her work scrubs close at hand just in case someone dropped by. Thursday nights, they barely slept. Friday, she left late, sore, and in no hurry to put her ring back on until she arrived back home. 

They fucked all over the house. In the recliner after breakfast. On the kitchen table with a plate still sitting there. In the guest room she still pretended to sleep in, just so the bed would look used if Diane ever checked in. On the hallway floor when they did not make it to his room. Once against the washing machine while a load was running, her hands braced on the lid while his skinny hips slapped into her from behind. A lot in the shower until the water ran cold and her knees ached on the tile. The couch was another favorite spot. The garage was also a hot and fun place to fool around. But they did it in his bed more than anywhere else. The sheets were always wrecked and reeking of sex by the time she stripped them for the wash. 

At home, life with Daniel was still good. Well, as good as one could be while having a secret affair with an old man she was supposed to be taking care of. She still kissed Daniel when she walked in. Still asked about his day. Still sat across from him at dinner and laughed at the same stories. When he reached for her at night to make love, she let him. She was present enough that he never felt a difference, moaning just enough to let him know she liked it. She just did not need it the way she was used to. Vick had taken that hunger and fed it until there was nothing left to bring home but a pleasant mood. 

The guilt had faded so quietly she almost missed it leaving. There was no knot in her stomach anymore when she took the ring off in Vick’s driveway. No spiraling thoughts at night while she stared up at the ceiling. She had made her choice and stopped fighting it. The lies came easily now. Guest room. Fine night. Long day managing a grumpy old man. All of it smooth. 

Claire maintained an innocent demeanor. Very careful. Very clean. Never a mark Daniel would question, albeit some of the bite marks and hickies Vick would leave made it hard sometimes. Showers and perfume before she left. Hair brushed. Overnight bag packed with things needed for a job, not an affair. 

Daniel noticed the change. 

She was in a good mood all the time now. Everything felt lighter when she came back home on Friday nights. She hummed in the kitchen while she put groceries away. She was easier to please. Quicker to smile. One evening, he told her that the extra work must be agreeing with her. That she seemed happier than she had in months. 

Claire just smiled and said the schedule was better, the pay was better, and that it was a pleasure helping an old man in need. No pun intended. 

He believed her. He had no reason to. He kissed the side of her head and went back to his phone, proud of her for being such a kind soul, completely unaware that the reason she came home glowing was the grumpy, unassuming man she spent half the week in bed with. The best part of her week started the moment she shut Vick’s front door, and the rest of the world stayed outside. 

One night, the bedroom was dim, lit only by a lamp on the bedside table. 

Claire and Vick had been at it for a while already since finishing dinner. The sheets were already kicked down towards the foot of the bed. They were sweaty, their skin sliding as they moved. Claire was on her back with her long legs wrapped around Vick’s skinny waist, moaning every time he thrust into her. He was deeper than usual like this, his weight settled over her as his hips rolled in a steady, wet rhythm that filled the quiet room. 

He gave her neck greedy, open-mouthed kisses, tasting the salt on her skin. Claire tipped her head to the side to give him better access and let out another broken gasp as he pushed in to the hilt. 

“Ah ah ah… Fuck… Vick, you feel so good… more— Harder…”

She glanced toward the closet mirror as her moans spilled freely.

The sight pulled a fresh wave of heat through her. His smaller, wiry body between her spread thighs. Her fuller figure under him, breasts pressed flush against his chest and sliding with every deep thrust, legs firmly locked around him. The contrast was so obscenely arousing in the low light. She watched his ass flex as he fucked her steadily. Watched herself take him. Watched her own mouth fall open when he hit that spot again. It felt almost unnatural seeing an old man like Vick move the way he did. It amazed her that he faked the whole arthritis gimmick. 

“Fuck… Augh… Ohhh! Take it… You’re so fucking tight, darling… Ohhhh, so good!” Vick grunted huskily against her throat without lifting his head. 

Claire moaned and kept watching them in the mirror, holding him tighter and using her legs to pull him even deeper with every stroke. She couldn’t help but bite her lip, watching him kiss her neck and thrust into her like he had no plan on stopping. 

The sounds of slapping flesh, broken moans, and the steady creak of the bed remained constant. Vick started to bury himself to the hilt and grind his hips against her for a few beats, allowing his cock to press against her cervix and nudge all her weak spots. Claire’s glazed, hazel eyes rolled back as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed over her. 

“Oouuuhhhh… Vick… Mhmmmm!” she gasped, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist as she felt herself reaching the edge. “You’re going to make me lose it… Ah… Hah.”

Vick kept thrusting into her, kissing her neck and adding those mind-melting grinds that made her see stars. His hands found her waist, and he pounded her tight married pussy, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix with every stroke. 

“Fuckkk… Harder! Vick, please! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck in a desperate hold. 

Her legs wrapped around him in a death grip and she came hard, her pussy clenching on his cock in wet, shaking pulses. She watched it in the mirror too, her own face going slack, her body arching under his. Her walls milked his shaft greedily, desperately trying to pull the cum right out of his balls. 

Vick tried to hold on, but the feel of her pussy pulsing and creaming around him, her arms and legs pulling him ever deeper, and their sweaty bodies pressed flush finished him. His cock throbbed impossibly to its limit. He could feel his balls contracting and his shaft swelling with their release. 

“Fuck! I can’t hold it, baby! Here it comes! EEEAUUUGGHHHHHHHH!” 

He drove in deep and held there, groaning against her throat as he came inside her. Thick, hot pulses filled her while her orgasm was still going. Claire gasped and held him through it, feeling every spurt, watching in the glass as their slick bodies shuddered together in a filthy embrace. 

Once their climaxes finally began to fade, they met faces and began to kiss slowly and messily, still joined. Their tongues lazily twirled as they caught their breath. Claire eventually let her legs fall open, and Vick rolled off her into his back, breathing hard. 

His bony hand already found her thigh and squeezed it. He glanced over and eyed her beautiful, sweaty body on full display beside him. His old eyes then drifted down to her toned navel, and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Heh, I’m surprised you’re not knocked up yet,” he said rather brazenly. “I was sure I would have done that by now.”

Claire arched a brow and chuckled, still catching her breath. “I’m on the pill, silly. I thought it was obvious by now.”

Vick went quiet for a second. His thumb kept moving over her damp skin; his expression changed. Disappointed. Like he was being denied his final victory. 

“Hmph.” He turned his attention to the ceiling, finally realizing. “That’s a damn shame.”

Claire turned her head on the pillow, amused and intrigued. 

“Hm? It would be crazy if I let you do something like that, Vick,” she finally replied, her voice still breathy but firmer. “Can you imagine? Me going home to my husband, pregnant with your brat.”

Vick’s hand stayed on her thigh. “You’re a young, beautiful woman. You deserve a kid. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. I’m sure you’re planning to start a family eventually.”

Claire sat up, still smiling, and swung her legs off the bed. His cum leaked out of her as soon as she stood, a warm line running down her inner thigh. “Yes. Of course I’ve thought about having kids. Just not right now. And don’t take it the wrong way, especially not with you.”

“Hm? Why especially not with me?”

She walked toward the dresser and poured water from the pitcher. “Because you’re my patient. Because I’m married. Because this is already insane enough without adding a baby to it. I don’t even want to think about how that would go.”

Vick watched her ass while she stood there drinking. Then his eyes dropped lower, to the mess leaking out of her pussy and sliding down her thigh. Fresh. Virile. His.

“You already spend half of every week here,” he continued. “You already let me have you and fill you every time. You’re happier than you’ve been in months. You said so. What’s so different about letting me give you something you already want? I’m more than capable, Claire.”

Claire glanced back over her shoulder, strands of her damp blonde hair sticking to her neck and flushed cheeks. “A baby is not the same as a good fuck, Vick.”

“I’m saying you’d be a good mother, no doubt about that. And I wouldn’t be in the way. You’d go home. I’d still be here. Nobody would have to know whose it was.”

She took another long sip, her eyes half-glaring at him before shaking her head. “You really sat there and thought this whole thing out. Your greed has no bounds.”

“I’m just talking.” His eyes stayed on the slow drip running down her leg. “You said not right now. Not never. But… would it help if I said granting this old man’s wish would make him overjoyed?”

Claire leaned a hip against the table, naked in the dim light, still dripping onto the floor. “Keep talking. I’m enjoying how far you’re willing to take this.”

To be continued…