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Bird Brained by L K Baxter
I got this idea from a story in a recent New Yorker about a jealous
husband
who comes back from the dead as a parrot and is purchased by his wife.
I took
it in a slightly different path. Essentially, it's a wife-watching
story with
a twist.
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I admit it was a little stupid of me, checking up on her like I did,
but she
had been going on about this new guy where she works even though she
doesn't
work with him. Okay, she only mentioned him three times, things like,
"Oh that
car in the commercial, the new guy in accounting has one just like it."
Stuff
like that.
He wasn't the first. I was sure of that. I never was able to find any
real
proof, just little things like ever so often an odor that, to me,
smelled like
someone else, the way she would talk about some new guy at work. I
looked for
black hairs in the bed: my hair was brown, going grey, and I knew her
eyes
were drawn to darker, more macho guys. I mean, I wasn't a wimp, but I
wasn't
Italian, either.
So, one Saturday when she was out shopping, I drove by his place, the
one with
the car just like in the commercial in the driveway. I didn't see her
car, but
I did see an open window on the second floor. I could hear sounds from
that
window. A large limb from a tree ended just outside the window, so I
climbed
up. The limb wasn't as large or as strong as it looked from the ground.
I
guess I should be grateful that I landed on my head when it broke. I
died
instantly and didn't have to explain what I was doing there.
I'm not sure how long it was, but to me, the next thing I knew, I was
parrot
just hatched from the egg. Time didn't mean much to me, and I don't
remember
much until I was in the pet shop next to a blue-front Amazon who I knew
would
break my heart, so I didn't let her.
And in walked my wife ... with some muscle-chested, blacked haired guy
I
instantly hated. I called him Mario. As she walked past my cage, I
said,
"Hello," and moved near the bars. She stopped and said, "Pretty bird,"
reaching through the cage to ruffle my feathers. The owner opened the
cage and
let her ruffle my feathers some more. I was finally able to repeat
"Pretty
bird" to her. Mario came by, and I took a little snap at him. Nothing
serious,
but enough to let him know who I liked and that he better not fuck with
me.
Gwen just laughed it off, turned to the owner and said, "I want him."
Mario
wasn't too crazy about it, but Gwen wanted me and that was that.
It was strange being back in my home, but Gwen sprang for the big cage
and a
lot of toys, so I was content. I was even more content when Mario left.
Gwen
paid attention only to me, and he didn't like it.
For a few days, everything was fine. Gwen would come home and ruffle my
feathers or play with me, at least as much as you can play with a
parrot. I
was learning more words.
After about a week, Gwen came home, made a half hearted ruffle, and
headed
straight for the bedroom. "Not tonight, Pretty Boy," that's what she
called
me, "Mommy's got a date." I knew that technically she was single and
she
didn't know it was me, but I really didn't like the idea, especially
when I
saw what she was wearing. The bedroom was just down the hallway from
the
living room, where my cage was. The dresser was positioned so that I
could see
the bed -- hell I could see almost all of the room -- reflected in the
mirror.
She was wearing her black lace bra and panties with the matching garter
and
hose, the ones I got her from Victoria's Secret, the ones I got her for
our
anniversary! She was also wearing a short, low-cut blue dress ... blue
was
always her color ... that really showed off her tits, which I must
admit are
very nice.
Gwen was always, well, cute. I guess most would not have said she was
beautiful, at least not if Claudia Schiffer is your standard, but she
was, is,
very attractive: petite -- barely 5'3", soft green eyes, slightly pug
nose,
high cheekbones. Usually, she kept her blonde hair rather short and I
liked it
that way; it wouldn't hide her face. I know some may think she could
stand to
lose five pounds, but where I couldn't imagine. Like I said, she has
very nice
tits and also has a nice ass.
She wasn't gone long ... a few hours maybe ... and she didn't come back
alone.
It wasn't Mario. This guy was a little taller at least 6', maybe 6'2"
with
brown hair. He was a little thiner, that is not so broad in the
shoulders. Not
an adonis, but not bad looking.
I hated him, too. She went to make coffee while he looked around the
living
room. He made a few hesitant pokes at the cage, which I ignored, until
he gave
up and sat on the couch.
She came in with the coffee and sat next to him on the couch. "I had a
good
time, Dave," she started. "I really needed this, especially now."
He suddenly sat forward, almost spilling his coffee. "Omigod, that's
right!
It's been almost a year since your husband fell from my tree!"
I didn't which I more surprised at: that I'd been dead for a year or
that this
was the accountant with the car from the commercial.
"Did you ever find out what he was doing there?"
"No, but I know he got jealous sometimes, though why I don't know. I
never
cheated on him."
"Never."
"Never. I know I mentioned you a few times, but hell, I mentioned a lot
of
people from work." Dammit, she was right, she did mention other people.
I
never said I was smart. Intelligent maybe, but not smart. "I guess he
decided
to checkout the 'competition.'"
"I was competition?"
"No, no. I would never have cheated on Tim ..." Now she tells me. "but
I
always had the feeling he thought you were. That's one of the reasons I
always
turned you down. Besides, you reminded me of how Tim died."
"You haven't dated since then?"
"Oh, I've gone out a few times, but I just wasn't ready. This last guy
was
just a muscle bound jerk. One of the reasons I bought Pretty Boy was
because
he took a snap at the bozo. He knew instantly what it took me a while
to
realize."
"I wonder what that says about me," Dave said as he shook his head. "He
just
ignored me."
"I guess that leaves it open," Gwen said as she smiled at him. I
should've
bitten the bastard's fingers off.
"So why'd you decide to go out with me?"
"I don't know. I guess it was just the right time. I guess I was tired
of not
trying. Why'd you ask me, especially after Tim died outside your
house?"
"Why? I don't know. You're attractive, intelligent... I remember you
standing
there, trying to understand what was happening, and all I wanted to do
was put
my arms around you and comfort you, but I knew I couldn't."
She looked at him and said, "Like this?" and hugged him. He was
surprised for
a few seconds, then hugged her back. They stayed that way for a few
minutes
before she lifted her face and kissed him. He pulled back and said,
"Are, are
you sure?"
"Hush and kiss me." And he did.
At first it was just a simple kiss, but then I saw tongues. She pushed
him
down on the couch; her dress started riding up -- and it didn't have
far to
go. His hands started caressing her, reaching under what little of her
dress
covered her to cup her ass. She sat up, unzipped her dress, and took it
off.
Without stopping, she took off her bra. He pulled her to him, his mouth
licking, sucking her tits. While he suckled, she undid his shirt. He
wasn't
super muscular, but I could see that he worked out. So did Gwen. She
scooted
back, leaned forward, and started licking his nipples; as she worked
down his
chest, her hands were busy unbuckling his pants. He pushed and she
stood up as
he removed the rest of his clothes; she pushed him back. He was already
almost
fully erect as she took him in her mouth. He was average, maybe a
little
bigger, 6-7" tops. From my perch, I could see Gwen was using her usual
technique: after wetting the shaft she was licking the head, paying
attention
to the hole then moving her mouth up and down the sides of the shaft
before
taking as much as she could in her mouth. Like I said, she's petite, so
she
couldn't take the while thing, her hand stroking up and down, her
tongue
wrapping around the head. After a few minutes, she suddenly moved up,
wrapping
his cock with her tits, fucking him, taking the head into her mouth
with each
stroke. She moved back down and -- I don't know how, she never could
with me
and I was the same size he was -- she took the entire cock into her
mouth. He
started cumming; still, she kept him in her mouth. As much as she
seemed to
try, she wasn't able to swallow it all; some dribbled out of the
corners of
her mouth.
He lay back, breathing heavily as she slipped his phallus from her
mouth, the
most wicked smile I had ever seen on her slowly appearing. She slowly
lay back
and scooted forward until her still panty-clad pussy brushed his
wilting cock.
He leaned over her, pulling the panties down, her hands reaching for
the
garter.
"No, leave 'em on," he told her as he started kissing down her abdomen,
then
to her thighs. He seemed to be avoiding her pussy, kissing, licking
everywhere
but there, and I realized it was getting her hot with anticipation when
she
yelled, "Lick my pussy, lick my clit!" with more passion than I had
ever heard
from her. Finally, he did a few tentative licks to the slit before he
rolled
his tongue until it was almost a small dick and started fucking her
with it.
He stuck one finger in her, pulled it out and slowly pushed it into her
ass.
She shuddered, and I knew she was close to cumming. I guess he did to,
because
that was when he took her clit into his mouth, sucking on it as she
came.
As she lay back, trying to catch her breath, she asked him, "Where'd
you learn
to eat pussy like that?"
"I've an older brother who LOVES girl-girl porn."
"Very funny. Be back in a moment."
She walked to the bedroom. In the mirror, I could see her rummaging
through
the nightstand drawer. She returned carrying some condoms.
"Were you expecting this?" he asked.
She shrugged and said, "These were my husband's."
He was getting hard again. I guess she decided to help him along,
because she
bent over and took him into her mouth. In no time he was hard, and she
reached
over for one of the rubbers and put it on him. Straddling him, she
lowered
herself until he was all the way in her. She seemed to be savoring the
feeling
for a few moments before she started slowly fucking him, his hands
caressing
her tits. He moved his hand to cup her ass as she started bucking
harder. The
went on this way for a few minutes before he suddenly sat up, still
holding
her, still in her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as rolled her
over
onto her back, her ass at the edge of the couch; now he was able to
control
the tempo, alternating between long, slow, deep strokes and fast, hard
thrusts; bending over, he alternated between her tits, taking one
nipple into
his mouth and then the next.
Gwen was never very vocal (soft, low moans were more her style, though
she did
have her moments), but after 10, 15 minutes of this, she started
moaning
louder and louder, "Fuck me! I'm cuuummmmmiiinnngg!"
>From the look on his face, he wasn't very far behind. No cum shot, and
the
rubber captured all, so it was only when he slowed down and slipped out
of her
did I realize it was over. They lay there, holding each other, kissing.
After a few minutes, I heard Gwen say, "Stay the night?"
"Gladly," was his only reply.
Slowly, they gathered their clothes and went into the bedroom, but not
for
long before they came out and went into the bathroom together. I
couldn't see
a thing, but I heard one of them turn on the shower as they both got
in. They
were there for a long time, the unmistakable sounds of fucking wafting
just
over the sound of the shower. (If they were going to fuck there, what
the hell
did they need the goddam condoms for?)
They left the bathroom and headed to bed. The lights went off, and I
guessed
they were done for the night, but some time during the night, I was
awoken by
the sound her yelling, "Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Yes! Yes! Yeess!" The
only light
came from the small reading lamp Gwen always kept by the bed, but it
was so
dim I couldn't see a thing. Finally they ended, and all I heard from
then on
was the slow, stead breaths of two people fast asleep. I don't think I
got
another wink that night.
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