My Wife Clair Part 1 an Alex Grant story as told to Lady Grey
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LadyGrey

My Wife Clair. A new Alex Grant story as told to Lady Grey.

When Alex comes home and discovers his wife in bed with the handyman. He plans a sweet revenge and lands his company a large contract.

As I pulled to a stop in front of my house, I could not help but notice that the bedroom curtains were closed. Strange I thought, but maybe Clare was taking a rest. I was a lot earlier than usual as I had just called in to tell Clair that we would be entertaining visitors tonight.

Usually I would have rung her, but the battery on my mobile was flat. I had tried to use a phone box, but found it vandalized. Rather than search around for another one, I decided to call in myself.

I glanced at my watch. It was now four thirty and I had to pick up two Chinese clients from the airport at six. It would take me an hour to get there so I had to be away by five at the latest. It left me enough time to arrange things with Clair for tonight.

Clair had always been a very capable hostess, and I was sure she could come up with something at short notice. I didn't like to drop things on her at the last minute, but it was Craig, my MD's, idea. "Might be nice to give then a sample of home cooking," he had said at the meeting that morning, "in stead of hotel food. I'm sure you can get Clair to put something on for them." Craig had been over to our place several times for meals, and he knew Clair was more than capable.

I turned the door handle and was surprised to find the door locked. I shrugged. Maybe she was resting so I fished out my key and let myself in. I was just about to call her when I heard a sound coming from upstairs: a long moan. My heart sank; I knew instantly what it was. I had heard the sound too often before. With dread in my heart, I silently made my way up the stairs. As I mounted the stairs, more moans came from the bedroom, and then the urgent voice of a man grunting huskily, "Cum for me, you wonderful little whore."

The bedroom door wasn't completely closed, and looking through the narrow gap, I saw the naked form of my wife lying on her back with her legs wrapped around the sun bronzed body of Joe, the young guy I had hired only a couple of weeks ago to do some gardening and odd jobs around the house for me. But fucking my wife wasn't one of them. I eased the door open and neither of them noticed for a moment or two as they were far too engrossed in what they were doing, Joe, resting on his hands looking down on my wife Clair's face, was dripping with sweat. Her eyes were closed and she was gasping for breath as he pumped into her relentlessly. My eyes were drawn to the view between Clair's splayed open legs where Joe's thick cock was sliding wetly in and out of her. It was like a bad scene from a porno movie.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw me standing in the doorway. She screamed, pushing Joe away from her and trying to scramble from under his body. His cock popped out spraying its wetness over her stomach and flapped around. I could see it glistening wetly with their combined juices. He turned, startled by her pushing and sudden movement, and in doing so, fell off the bed landing with a crash on the floor.

I ran over and landed a kick in the ribs and a second in the stomach before he had time to scramble to his feet. When he stood up, I lashed out with my fist at his face and felt some satisfaction when he howled as I felt the bone crunch in his nose. Blood spurted out and began to pour down his face and splash down on to his bare chest. He did not offer any resistance, but ran still naked for the door and down the stairs. I had to smile as I wondered how he would explain himself, bloody and naked in the street. Then I turned to Clair who was hunched at the top of the bed clutching the bedclothes up to her chin. Her eyes were wide and she was beginning to sob.

"Nice little surprise to come home to," I said menacingly.

She didn't speak.

"How long's this been going on?"

She still didn't speak.

"Well?" I asked.

"It was the first time," she mumbled quietly.

"Am I supposed to believe that?"

"It was, honestly. I didn't expect you"

"Obviously! And I suppose you are going to say it was all Joe's fault. He dragged you up here and raped you."

She looked sullen and didn't speak.

"Get yourself cleaned up and come downstairs. We need to talk and I need a drink." I turned and walked out of the room and made my way down to the lounge where I poured myself a large whisky.

I sat in my favorite arm chair, sipped on the whisky, and looked out over the garden. Upstairs, I could hear the hiss of the shower. My mind was in a whirl. What was I going to do now? I had my marriage to think about--if I still had a marriage--, and there was also the Chinese. What ever was going too happened? I couldn't let Craig down; these clients were too important.

It was strange, but I also had another feeling. I might have been distraught when I caught them at it, to say the least. I knew I had wanted to kill Joe for violating my wife, but now, looking back on it, I realised that it had actually excited me seeing Clair being fucked by another man. I shook my head. You mixed up bastard, I thought to myself.

I looked up as Clair appeared in the doorway wrapped in a white toweling bath robe. She still looked shocked, her eyes were red from crying, and in some way I felt sorry for her.

"You want a drink?" I asked.

She nodded and I got up from the chair, dropped some ice cubes into a glass, and poured her a vodka and lime. She mumbled her thanks as she took it from me.

"Well, what are we going to do about things?"

She shook her head, sipping from the glass.

"I ought to kick you out on the street with that randy bastard."

She looked at me, biting her lip, and I saw a tear run down her face before she brushed it away.

"I know it doesn't help a lot at this moment, Alex, but I want to say I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking about."

I smirked. "I know fucking well what you were thinking about. I saw it sticking up your cunt. I had seen the way you looked at him days ago, but I didn't think for a minute you would ever allow a thing like that to happen."

She took a long drink of the vodka and bit her lip again.

"The question is, what am I going to do with you? Pack your bags and kick you out? You could see if your lover would take care of you, but I'm not sure he could afford you."

"Please don't, Alex," she pleaded. "I'll never do it again." She rushed over, and dropping down on her knees and clutching my arm, she pleaded, "Honestly, Alex; I swear to you; please don't kick me out."

I gulped down the rest of my whisky. "I'm going to have to think about it, but to start with, the reason I came home is because we're entertaining two Chinese clients tonight and Craig's joining us, so you have some work to do and maybe you can earn a few brownie points. I'm going to pick them up at the airport. I'll be about three hours. I'm also picking Craig up on the way back. So get your pretty arse into gear, put on a good English spread, then make yourself presentable and we'll talk later." I placed the empty glass on the bar and made my way out to the car.

As I drove, I suddenly saw again the picture in my mind of Clair naked on the bed being fucked by Joe, and I couldn't believe I was beginning to get the first signs of a stiffy. Had it really turned me on so much? I had read once in a magazine that in a survey it was found that the number one fantasy of a majority of men was to see their wife being screwed by a stranger. I rubbed my hand over my ever hardening cock; maybe they were right.

I also realised that maybe some blame could be placed on me. Maybe I hadn't been the attentive husband I should have been of late, but we were going through big changes at work. I had been spending far too much time away from her. I guess Clair had needs, like any woman, but she should have said something instead of taking things into her own hands. I smiled at the pun.

But when all was said and done, whose ever fault it was, she had to be taught a lesson. I really didn't want to lose her, but things couldn't go on like this. I had to be the master in my own house, and Clair had to be taught to be obedient.

During the rest of the drive, I formulated a plan, and by the time I arrived at the airport and found my visitors, I had everything in place in my mind. Now, at least, I thought with a wry grin, a disastrous day might turn out to be an interesting evening.

The two Chinese, Ho Ling and Sam won Lee, were in their mid forties, both successful businessmen in the IT field. They were looking for a European distributor for a revolutionary new computer and multi media system, and we as a company were in the running to secure the very lucrative contract.

After introductions, I explained that I had booked them into a hotel for their stay, but tonight we were entertaining them traditionally in my own home. They seemed very pleased. They spoke very good English and they were very interested in all that I told them as I pointed out points of interest as we drove back.

"One thing we would like to do while we are here is visit a real country pub. Is that what you call it?" Ho Lang asked with a grin.

I nodded. "No problem; we have time on the way home if you would like to try one straight away. I know a very good one."

They both looked at each other and smiled. "Yes, we would be very happy to do that. It's been a long flight."

A few miles further I pulled into the car park of a white washed timber pub called The Swan. "This is a real old traditional English public house," I told them. "It's over 400 years old."

They were entranced by the place and quickly took out cameras and started taking pictures. Inside, the place was timbered and a large log fire burnt on an ancient dog grate. "Wonderful, wonderful," enthused Sam, taking more pictures.

At the bar, a smiling buxom barmaid in a low cut top asked what we would like. "You want to try a traditional beer?" I inquired.

They both nodded and I noticed their eyes were glued to the revealing sight of the barmaid's cleavage as she bent to pull the pints of beer.

"Your European women are very attractive," Ho said as we sat down, and he glanced again in the direction of the smiling barmaid. "Chinese women are usually so small," he said cupping his hands to his chest. "I like women with big breasts like the lady behind the bar."

I smiled to myself. Maybe the plan I had thought out for later was going to be a winner.

We finished our drinks, and with some reluctance, we left, but not before persuading the barmaid to allow them to be photographed with her. She was very obliging and allowed them to place their arms around her in a quite intimate way. She was even more appreciative when Ho pressed a large denomination note into her hand after which she kissed him wetly on the lips much to Sam's amusement.

We drove back to town and stopped to pick Craig up from the hotel where the two Chinese were staying. They checked in, dropped their bags off in their rooms, and freshened up. Meanwhile I sat in the bar with Craig, and as we waited, I told him about the events earlier in the day.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked. "I thought you two were good together."

I nodded. "So did I, but I guess it's partly my fault, I've been too involved with work over the last few months. Maybe I've ignored her too much."

Craig shrugged his shoulders. "That's no excuse; she wants for nothing." I smiled ruefully. "Apart from sex, apparently."

He smiled. "Well, you know I'm always available," he said with a wide grin.

I shook my head and smiled. "You've always fancied her, haven't you?"

"You bet," He grinned. "She's an attractive woman. I've seen the way men look at her."

Then I looked at him more seriously. "You may have your chance tonight. I've a plan to teach her a lesson; humble her a little; show her who the boss is."

Craig looked a little startled. "I was only joking. Now don't go and do anything silly."

I smiled. "Don't worry I won't, we will have to see how things go."

Sam and Ho joined us and we made our way out to the car and drove towards my home. I pulled the car into the drive and the three got out and followed me to the door. As we entered, Clair came to the door and I introduced her. I saw the way the two men looked at her as they bowed slightly. She leaned forward and kissed them on each cheek, then took their coats. I led them through to the lounge.

She looked a lot better now then when I left her. She had done her make up and hair and was wearing a crisp white lace blouse, the outline of her bra clearly showing. She also had on a pencil slim skirt with a slash showing up the back of the dark stockings, and heels.

"You have a very attractive wife," Sam said as he took a drink from me. Clair joined us and said that dinner would be in fifteen minutes. "I hope you like English food." she said to the two Chinese.

They nodded and smiled. "We don't get it very often, but we enjoy trying new dishes and new food."

We stood talking for a while, and then Clair excused herself saying she needed to check on the dinner. She left the room and I followed her, leaving Craig to entertain the two clients.

"You look a lot better than you did earlier."

She nodded still looking a little shamefaced. "I've tried," she said. "Have you decided on anything?" she asked.

"Maybe," I said, "But that depends on you."

She looked puzzled. "On me?"

I nodded. "If you want to be a whore it's up to you, but I might as well get something out of it as well. So I've decided that we can have some fun together. You have the choice; you can do as you are told and follow my instructions, or tomorrow you can pack your bags and go back to your mother or anyone else who will have you."

She looked shocked, but her eyes went down to the floor. "I don't want to leave you, Alex. I can't go back to my old life. Surely we can work things out; we are grown ups."

I nodded. "Yes, we can, Clair, but you will have to do everything I ask of you without question. You do that for me tonight and I will finally decide what I want to do about you tomorrow."

She nodded. "Yes, okay, I will Alex." She pleaded, "You know you have only to ask. I will do anything."

I smiled to myself. Maybe she hadn't thought this through.

"What is it you want me to do?" she asked.

I waited a moment wondering what her reaction would be when I made my first request.

She was standing leaning with one hand on the central island. She looked very attractive. I wondered for an instant if I wanted things to go down this route, but I shrugged. Why not? She had had her fun. Now it was time for me to have mine.

"The first thing I'd like you to do is to remove your bra."

Her eyes widened, alarmed, seemingly not believing what she had heard. "My bra?" she asked with her eyes wide.

I nodded. "Yes, your bra."

"But, Alex," she started saying, looking down at the sheer lace of the blouse, but then she stopped, realizing I was serious.

I looked at her. "You were happy enough to show everything to Joe earlier. Now I want you to entertain my guests."

I saw a look of resignation on her face. She knew this was the moment she had to put up or shut up; the ball was in her court. "Do as I ask or suffer the consequences." For a moment I thought she might walk out leaving me in a mess, but then she shook her head slowly and began to unbutton the blouse. I felt excitement and relief in equal numbers.

I watched as she unfastened the blouse and shrugged it off, laying it on the island. Then with a look at me and seeing no reprieve, she reached up her back and released the clasp of her bra. It fell forward and her breasts were released from their confinement. The bra slid down her arms leaving her breasts revealed. She dropped the discarded bra on the island. As she picked up the blouse and slipped her arms into it, I noticed that her nipples were already showing signs of becoming erect. As she began to refasten the blouse, I instructed her to leave the top three buttons open revealing the deep shaded valley between her breasts.

With the dressing completed, she looked at me. "Alright?" she asked.

I nodded. "You'll do for now." She certainly looked exciting and sexy as her breasts were almost completely revealed under the sheer lace blouse, and the darker areas around her prominent nipples were clearly defined. "Okay, you can continue to serve the dinner now." I left her to it and went back to join the others.

I invited them all to take a seat around the table as dinner was about to be served. Ho joined me on one side while Sam sat on the other with Craig leaving the seat at the head of the table free for Clair.

I guess the moment she entered the room everyone saw the difference in her. I saw her face was slightly flushed. Craig's eyes widened and I winked at him. Ho and Sam seemed to be puzzled as to what was going on, but they didn't say anything. I noticed that their eyes were constantly drawn back to Clair's interesting display.

I decided to leave things as they were throughout dinner. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and after a while even Clair became more relaxed and even chatted amicably with her guests.

She had done a good job with the dinner and it was enjoyed by everyone. Afterwards she served us with Brandy and coffee. She then started carrying dishes through to the kitchen. Ho looked at the closed kitchen door. "Your wife is a very beautiful woman," he said, smiling. "She is also a very good cook; the food was excellent." Sam and Craig agreed, nodding in unison.

Sam suddenly looked at me a showing a little concern on his face as he spoke. "You don't mind her dressing the way she does?" he asked. I smiled and shook my head. "No, not at all. I have a beautiful wife, and it's like having a beautiful painting, I like people to admire her. What's the point of having something so beautiful if you hide it away and can't show it off?"

The two Chinese men nodded. "Very true, so very true," Ho said.

We finished our Brandies and I suggested that we move back to the lounge. I gave out the drinks and waited with mounting excitement for Clair to join us. At last she came in. "Would you like a drink, darling," I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Yes Vodka and tonic, please."

I made her one, a very large one. She looked at me questionably as I passed it to her. I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I think you might need that," I said in a soft whisper in her ear. "I'd drink it down quickly." I smiled as I felt her body stiffen. "Our guests were just saying what a beautiful woman you are."

She reddened slightly and smiled at the guests.

"I was telling them that beautiful things should be admired and not hidden away."

I saw the three of them nod in agreement, not realizing where this conversation was leading.

But I suspect Clair was already following my train of thought, knowing I had something in mind. And I saw her take a large swig of her drink. I smiled at her. "I think it would be rather nice if you were to remove your clothes for us and show our friends just how beautiful you really are."

I saw Clair's eyes widen in fear, and as I glanced around at the others, they seemed not to believe what I had just suggested. Ho and Sam looked at each other, and Craig's face was a picture of incredulity. "Don't be shy, darling. I know how you enjoy people looking at you."

Clair glared at me angrily. She looked at the three guests who were now all looking at her expectantly; she took another large drink of her vodka and placed the glass on a table. Then resignedly, she slowly unhooked the clasp on her skirt and unzipped it. The pencil slim skirt was then eased over her hips revealing a skimpy white lace throng that matched the bra she had worn earlier. As it slipped down her long shapely legs, I was pleased to see she was wearing dark lacy topped hold ups. She carefully stepped out of the skirt and placed it over a chair arm. She looked delightful in her skimpy undie's, and Ho and Sam nodded approvingly, while Craig looked on in stunned amazement not really believing what was happening.

She stood there looking down at the floor not wanting to look anyone in the face. Then she looked across at me; her eyes were pleading with me to put an end to her ordeal, but I was not going to give her the pleasure, not now. Not when it was just getting to the exciting bit.

"Don't stop now, darling," I said smiling. "I'm sure our guests would like to see everything." I looked at Ho and Sam; they both grinned and nodded eagerly. They were really beginning to enjoy their evening.

I watched Clair as I eased my growing erection into a more comfortable position. I could see she was deciding which thing to remove next.

Whatever came off, it was going to be a revelation. She decided on the blouse. Well, I guess that was less of a show. She had been showing off her breasts all evening as they were hardly concealed by the sheer lace of the blouse. She undid the few buttons that still held it together and slipped it off. Her breasts were magnificent, even though I say so myself, and I noticed with interest that she was so horny that her nipples stood out rigidly a good half inch from the dark circles of her puckered areoles. Now she was really embarrassed as she stood there with only one brief item between her and total nudity. I saw Craig was consciously rubbing down a growing erection that was beginning to tent his pants, and the two other guests were watching her closely and chatting excitedly in Chinese.

Clair looked around at me, her face flushed. I took a sip of my whisky. She knew there was going to be no last minute reprieve from her torment. She knew she had to go all the way. Resignedly, she gripped the side straps of her brief thong and began to ease it down. For one moment I thought she was going to stop, to run from the room to end the torment, but thankfully she didn't. Finally peeling the thong away, it dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it, now standing totally naked apart from her stockings and heels which only went to emphasize her total nakedness. Craig looked at her for a moment, then turned and left the room in a rush. The two Chinese were on a high and moved in closer for a better look. Clair's hand drifted across to try and conceal her pussy which was totally bare apart from a small landing strip that led the eyes down to the start of her shaded cleft, but I shook my head, and she let it fall back at her side.

Ho produced a small digital camera from his pocket. "May I?" he asked, holding it up to me.

I nodded. "Sure, go ahead; I'm sure Clair won't mind."

Ho nodded eagerly and began flashing off pictures. Clair just stood there, her embarrassment total.

Then the two guys took turns in posing with her, and I suggested that I take a picture of them all together. Ho nodded. "Sure, that will be wonderful to show our friends back home as they will never believe us," he said, handing the small camera to me.

"Why don't the three of you sit on the sofa," I suggested. Sam took Clair's hand and led her to the large sofa, and the pair of them sat on either side of her. I flashed off a couple of pictures, and I wondered just how far I could take things. I noticed that Craig had returned to the room and was standing behind me watching the proceedings.

"Why don't you both put an arm around her," I said. "It would look friendlier." They eagerly complied, pressing themselves up against Clair's naked body.

I smiled. "That's looks very good." The two men smiled back. I could see they were enjoying the experience of touching Clair's naked body.

Then I stood back and looked at the three of them for a moment, glancing at the set up of the picture through the view finder. "Tell you what," I said finally; "place your other hands on her leg just above her knee." Again they did as I requested without question.

Again I checked the view finder. "That looks nice," I nodded. "Now just one more thing; spread your legs a little, Clair. Let's make this one a really good one." I saw the look of hate on Clair's face, but she went ahead until she was totally exposed, her most intimate parts on display to everyone. I took several more pictures, even moving in for a close up, before releasing her from her now total embarrassment.

I handed the camera back to Ho, and they eagerly checked the result, nodding excitedly. Clair pushed herself up off the sofa and went over to where her discarded clothes were draped over the chair, but before she could retrieve them, I walked over and picked them up. "You won't need these anymore tonight, my dear. I'm sure our guests would prefer to see you just as you are."

So Clair had to spend the rest of the evening tending to the needs of our guests naked, and I'm sure it was with some reluctance that everyone left early in the morning. Ho and Sam thanked us both for a most interesting evening, and looked longingly at Clair's nakedness as they left. Craig smiled at me. "I guess I have to thank you. I think you have already swung the deal. I hope to hell you know what you are doing."

I put my arm around Clair, feeling the soft touch of her smooth skin under my hand. I ran my hand down her back and clutched the firm flesh of her bottom. I nodded. "Yes, I do. Clair and I have come to an understanding. I think we have things sorted out." I pushed her forward. "Say good night to Craig, nicely," I said. She pressed her naked body against my MD, and he couldn't resist touching her as she lifted her face to be kissed.

"See you tomorrow," he said huskily as he turned to leave. I watched them all go and turned to Clair as I closed the door. "You were a very good girl tonight. I guess you have accepted my terms."

She nodded. "Yes, Alex, I have, but you will have to do something for me in return." She smiled as she took my hand and drew it to her pussy. Instantly I felt the wetness against my fingers. She groaned. "I'm so fucking hot; you can't leave me like this."

I smiled. "I've no intention to. Do you want it here or upstairs?"

"I don't care. I just want to feel you inside me, you bastard. After what you have put me through tonight, you owe me."

I took her hand and led her towards the stairs. "That was only the start, my darling, only the start."

Our love making that night was nothing short of incredible; never have I felt like that. I was always a tender and thoughtful lover, but now I wanted to dominate, to show her who was the master, and to give her her due. She took everything I had to offer and seemed to enjoy it. Our love making lasted long into the night, and when we finally slept, it was the sleep of the dead.

I woke with the insistent ringing of the telephone. Groggily, I picked up the receiver. It was Craig, "You thinking of coming in today?" I glanced at my watch and I was amazed to see it was 9:45.

"My God, I'm sorry. We had quite a session after you left last night. I forgot to set the alarm."

"Be in as quick as you can. We have the meeting with the Chinese at eleven, although after last night I think it's more of a formality. Is Clair okay"

I looked down on her sleeping form and smiled. "She's still dead to the world."

I managed to get in by ten thirty, and we met up with Ho and Sam in the board room. After the usual greetings, Ho said that they had enjoyed the evening at my place very much indeed and I was to thank Clair for her part in it.

The meeting was a formality, and before noon the contract was signed. We took the pair of them out to lunch before we saw them off at the airport. As we left them at the gate, Sam shook my hand and thanked me for everything. "We would like to get together with you again soon. You and your lovely wife must come over to Hong Kong and enjoy our hospitality." I assured him that we would do our very best to get over to meet them.

On the way back into town, Craig quizzed me about Clair. I told him that I had agreed to forget about the incident with Joe, our gardener and odd job man, as long as she agreed to do whatever I asked of her.

"You mean things like last night?"

I nodded. "That was a test to see if she would comply with my wishes." "It was fucking incredible. You know I've always envied you, and seeing her strip naked like that was beyond belief. I got such a stiffy I had to leave the room and relieve myself."

I laughed. "I can believe it. She has the same effect on me, and I think you owe her a bonus. It was she who sealed the contract. Well, her body anyway."

Craig grinned. "I think I ought to put her on the pay roll. She could be a very useful asset to the company."

I smiled. "I was thinking the same thing, and I don't intend to let her off the hook. Well, not in the foreseeable future."

"Just how far are you willing to let her go?"

"Meaning what?" I asked.

"Well, stripping naked is one thing, but if things were to go further.......?"

"You mean would I allow someone to fuck her?"

Craig nodded.

I thought for a minute. "I don't see why not. That's how this all got started, her getting screwed, but next time I want to be in there from the start."

On Friday after dinner, Clair and I sat together in the lounge with a glass of wine and talked. I told her that she was not forgiven for her actions last week, but because she had gone along with things, I had decided to put things on hold.

She leaned over and brushed her lips across my cheek. "I have to admit that after the initial shock, it wasn't too bad, and in some ways I actually found it quite exciting; well, once I'd got used to the idea. Although when you made me spread my legs for the photograph, I was a little shocked, making me show myself off to Craig like that."

I grinned. "Ho and Sam certainly liked it, and they have the pictures to prove it." I saw her face go a slight shade of red as she though about her picture being distributed around the Orient. "Oh, and by the way, we have been invited over to Hong Kong. I think they want a repeat performance."

I took her glass from her, went over to the bar, and topped it up. As I handed it back, I smiled at her. "Oh, and another thing; I think Craig wants to screw you."

"Screw me," she gasped.

"He was hinting at it this afternoon as we returned from the airport, asking if I were willing to let things go that far."

"And are you?" she asked. "Willing to let things go that far?"

I shrugged. "I might be, but I would have to be there."

"Alex," she wailed, "I don't think I could go that far even for you."

"You went that far with Joe. What's the difference?"

She looked sullen. "Nothing, I suppose."

"You have to look on the plus side, darling. It could be good for my career, letting my MD shag my wife. And he certainly has the hots for you." I looked at her; there was a slight smile on her face. I shook my head and grinned at her. "I bet you would really fancy Craig slipping you a stiff one, wouldn't you?" I saw the look on her face as she thought it over. "You are turning out to be a little bit of a slut, aren't you Clair?" she smiled but didn't speak

This is the first part of a three part saga about Claire, hope you liked it and do tell me what you think and get my name on your favorite author list. Have a great 2011 and lets have lots more fun together on ES.