Being homeless only to be saved

I felt a stream of warm fluids soak my balls going between my legs like ten years of orgasms had suddenly been let loose.

I was 22, married and my wife was three months pregnant, Since my early teens, my parents were very emotionally detached from me, never gave me any sort of support in that realm, they seemed more concerned about what was in their bank accounts, my wife's parents always seemed to be fighting so escaping our parents seemed to be the logical step, when we got married my parents never attended saying it won’t last and she was from the wrong side of the tracks, I’ll never forgive them for that so we used a few of her friends.
Even getting the house we lived in was difficult, the landlord was a complete twat, refused to do any repairs and was always saying a three bed roomed house should really be for a family, then one day I get a knock on the door everyone dreads, the police, my wife had been hit by a speeding car and died on the way to hospital, this is when the landlord decided to strike, he served me with an eviction notice giving me four weeks.

I was a working musician and managed to store away all my gear in a band mates house for safe keeping and stayed for a while in each of there houses while trying to find another place which certainly wasn’t easy and with options drying up everywhere I couldn’t keep staying with them, I would keep hearing them talk saying when is he going to leave even though I was paying my way, they were arrogant and piss taking and had no idea what I felt or was going through, I guess you find out who they really are when something like this happens so I left without saying a word, then there was just me and my car and clothes, I left a note saying I would be back when I had somewhere to live to pick up my gear, at that time there was a four year waiting list for a council house, I lived in my car for a while but that broke down and sold it to a breakers yard, then I started walking, emotionally and psychologically destroyed I was a mess whereas before life was pretty good.

I started living off crap, looking in supermarket bins for out of date food when all the money ran out, all this crap, I mean I didn't even have time to bury her when all this crap kicked off, over the next few months I just walked and walked finding myself in a park, there was this long path with benches with an embankment on one side with houses overlooking, I got a chill, I was freezing cold and hungry and did not smell good, on top of that it started to really piss down, I took out a waterproof cover laid down on one of the benches as far as I was concerned that was it, I reached the end of my tether, I stopped caring and started thinking about my wife telling her how sorry I was, I was actually preparing to meet her in my mind, at least all this would end.

I’ve been told I was there for three days and I barely moved, I was completely out of it, no money and no food but I had water, people passed me and no one had the decency to ask if I was at least okay but the third night there was someone, a woman, god I must have looked and smelt awful but she still shook me and said “Are you alright honey, do you need help?” I could hardly answer her but I do remember saying to her please go away “Come on sit up lets have a look at you” she said “You have been here for three days on this bench son and not moved” please I don’t want any trouble go away, “You need help very badly, don’t move I’ll be back soon” I laid back down and closed my eyes again, Hearing a car door open she approached me again and I think there were two of them, “Hello it’s me again, can you get up and into the car, I’m not leaving you another night, if I do they will be taking you away in a bag” they man handled me into the back of her car putting what little I had in the boot, , I don’t remember much after that but from what she said I had a bite to eat, with being ill and not eating I was weak and had a pounding headache, I woke up in a bed.

“Good evening” she said how do you feel, I was lightheaded to say the least, Who are you and how did I get here, “You mean you don’t remember” Sorry I said but not really what’s happening, “Well I had been watching you for three days from here and you looked in a pretty poor state so I decided to help” how long have I been here, I don’t even know what day it is, “Saturday night I came down and got you, you had something to eat and a shower and I put you in here, and you looked so poorly I called my doctor and he came out and gave you some antibiotics, I said you were my cousin” Had a shower I said, “Sort of, I put a patio chair in the shower and sat you in it and got you clean, you didn’t look strong enough to stand in there and do it yourself” You showered me I said, “I know what a man looks like but it’s the first time I have done that, I couldn’t put you to bed all dirty now could I, but to answer your question it’s Monday evening, you’ve been asleep all this time, how are you feeling” I was still feeling somewhat weird but okay, “If you feel strong enough I’ll get you a dressing gown and you can tell me all about it young man and I bet your hungry”.
She wasn’t wrong there I was starving, I just talked and talked and she listened, at one point I broke down in tears thinking about my wife saying I wanted to join her, she gave me a huge hug while all that emotion spilled out of me, I never had a chance to grieve her passing it all happened so fast, emotionally it totally crippled me.
“I’m Clair” she said, “Your clothes were in such state I got the sizes and ordered you some new ones but
the stuff in your bag I washed and dried for you so at least you have something to wear for the time being and may I suggest a shave, I’ll call my hairdresser to come round and cut your hair too” The food and warmth had me feeling much better, Clair was soft spoken and well dressed, finding out I was a musician and my stuff was in storage she said we’ll have to try get it back for you if we can, it had been about a year since I saw any of it, but when she took me there none of it was there, they blamed me for splitting up the band and said my gear had been stolen, yea more like sold I thought.

How can I describe Clair as she was then, 43 years old, long brown hair really nice slim figure and nice expensive clothes always smelled wonderful, worked as a photo journalist back then, nothing much about her has changed so I’m still with her, she’s Canadian with duel nationality as she was born here but lived mostly in Canada, I adore her accent, her parents owned the house so she lived rent free but she had to keep it in good order with repairs.

So I had been at hers for four months sleeping separate of course, then I get a call out of the blue, “Simon can you meet in town this afternoon” I said yes and wondered what it was all about and though she's found me somewhere else to live, I got the surprise of my life when she walked into sound control and told me to pick a guitar! After looking at some lower priced ones she was looking up at this Gibson ES335, “Oh I really like this is it any good Simon” I said it was but it was very expensive and I wouldn’t have dared picked it, I tried it and she bought it for me with a amplifier.
I started to practise again although my fingers were stiff at first but it soon came back, she was such a generous wonderful person and often wondered why she lived alone, then one night, you know when you can tell something is on somebody's mind, something they want to ask or say but keep backing off, to be honest I thought she wanted to say I’ll have to find somewhere else to live but couldn’t bring herself to say it, I couldn’t have been more wrong, we were going to bed one night, “Simon” and she just stood there looking at me and I thought oh oh here it comes brace yourself, “Simon, you know you’ve been here a while now do you like sleeping alone” I don’t know what you mean Clair, “I mean I know I’m probably old enough to be your mother but I thought you might like it if we in the same bed” I was floored, bowled over I had no idea how to answer her, she wasn’t unattractive far from it, I’ve never thought about it Clair which was a lie and I think she knew it, “If you think you may like it you know where my bedroom is don’t you” and she got closer and kissed me, then went upstairs.

I lay there in bed not knowing what to do, eventually I got up and went upstairs knocking on her door “Come in Simon” it was actually the first time I had been in her bedroom, the bed was pretty big and made my way to the vacant side and got in, we lay there for what seemed ages but was probably only a few minutes, “Are you scared Simon, I know I am” and she turned to face me, “It’s been ten years since I’ve been with anyone and I’m a little nervous myself” and she took my hand, Yes I am a little I said, I’m worried about spoiling everything.
Taking my hand she put it on her firm breast, “There I’ve made the first move” my cock was extremely hard and impossible to ignore, I began kissing her face and her neck and then down to her medium size breasts. I found her nipple, it was hard and began sucking, making it wet with my saliva. Then I kissed down across her stomach and then ducked my head under the sheet, she spread open her legs for me, her pubic hair did not extend to cover her pussy.
I began lightly licking up and down the slit between her legs, she twitched a bit as I did so, then I pushed my tongue inside her, parting her love lips and fully licking her. I found her plump clit and began flicking and twirling it in my mouth. I could hear her softly moaning as I pleasured her, then I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked as I sucked on her, she smelt like a woman should, wonderful.

Not having sex for so long she started coming almost straight away but she wasn’t a squirter, a slow realise of cum flowed into my mouth, the sex was incredible. She had the sweetest pussy I have ever ate. She would have multiple orgasms one right after another. I have never been with a woman that could cum so many times, not only did she have an extremely tasty pussy. It was incredibly wet and tight.

After that I lay on my back and she climbed on top of me, she and slid down onto my stiff cock taking all of my seven and a half inches, her warm wet pussy gripped my staff and I was amazed at how tight she felt as she rode my cock, I sat up so she was sort of sitting in my lap with my cock inside her, she gently rocked back and forth, I loved the look of her slim naked body and firm breasts which gently bounced up and down as Clair fucked me, her moans of pleasure became quicker and I felt every ripple and quiver as her muscles tightened around my cock, we held onto each other as I felt a stream of warm fluids soak my balls going between my legs like ten years of orgasms had suddenly been let loose, I couldn’t take it anymore, after only a minute or so my cock stiffened, the tension gave why to a sudden realise of cum deep inside her while at the same time she climaxed again, a few seconds later she climbed off me but we were in no way finished.

She put her arms around me pulling me towards her, going on top of her, I could see her exhale sharply as the helmet shaped head found its mark. “Simon that is so good, my pussy is hot for you, yes honey put your cock into me, I want your cum.” I did not pound her, I took my time with long strokes this time, she pulled me down kissing me as she reached another climax, her body quivered and quaked  below me as her pussy tightened around me realising her cum, I prepared for the final thrusts. Her hand cupped my balls as I reached the point of no return my cock started to pulse, I felt the pleasurable ecstasy of ejaculation again, I lasted much longer the second time, I’m coming Clair I said, an enormous stream of cum filled her pussy as she rocked in motion around my cock.

I gave her my throbbing manhood over and over again that night and we had multiple orgasms each.
My final recollection was pulling out of her and watching my cum dripping from her pussy. We didn’t clean up till morning. We were so tired that we slept in each other’s arms. We never slept alone again after that night.

A short time after that she came in from work and said a local band were looking for a guitar player, they were quite famous locally and had arranged for me to see them and after auditioning for them I got the job, I was back playing live again, me and Clair never worried about our age differences in fact quite the opposite, we got married, her family came over from Canada and long with my new friends we had a wonderful day, the band played at our reception.

But it could have been very different, I think we found each other when we both needed someone in our life, plus one more surprise, because of her age she was sure the chances of getting pregnant were slim to non existent so we never used anything, but she did against all the odds, we now have daughter who is eighteen now the mirror image of her mum and she’s at university, we called her Celine after her mum, when Celine was 10 her parents transferred ownership of the house to us and all of our names are on the deeds, I took a degree myself in music and now teach it.

My old band mates, if ever I could call them that have not faired very well, the last time I saw one of them was at a gig I was playing, it was him who recognised me, I just did not want to know, he didn’t care then and it’s to late now, my family come first and foremost, and they always will, oh and me and Clair still fuck like rabbits, love to take walks and picnics and very often have sex in the open whenever we want even on holidays if there is no one around.
I have not seen or spoke to my parents either, The pic I posted in one was our first real holiday together, and the other is our last holiday, they are twenty years apart but which is which? I bet you can’t tell, she saved my life in every way possible and gave me a second chance, and boy have we made the most of it.

I have never forgot what I lost the first time around, every year on her birthday, and Clair doesn’t mind, I go to her grave and put roses on it for and the child I lost, I never really fully accepted it, even to this day, but I did learn how to live with it.