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Bird Brained
Chapter 1
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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