Uncovering Helena

by Kamilla Murphy

  Ginnie was still licking and Helena was still cumming when a cheer arose from the patio door. The aforementioned Maria was indeed Maria Mendoza, as she, Lionel and Bethany Moore came outside to the pool, each without a stitch on. In that instance all the rest of my suppositions were proved wrong. Bethany called out, “I want an orgasm like that! Attagirl, Helena! Ginnie, you rock!”

  Lionel said, “Don’t worry girl. I’ll take care of your orgasmic needs.”

  “Mine too?” Maria said with a laugh.

  I was shocked again when Helena hollered, “Not if I get you first!”

  “Ooooo, sounds good to me!” Maria said as she touched herself. “God, I’m wet already!”

  Lionel was rock hard as he fell into one of the lounge chairs and rolled on a condom. Bethany let out a ‘whoop” as she straddled Lionel and immediately took all of him deep. Ginnie could care less her husband was being fucked by a girl half his age. Still wet from the pool, she was now lying on a large mattress-like pad at the far corner of the patio and being devoured by Maria and my wife. My gaze alternated between the two arenas. While watching Bethany’s sinuous, serpentine up-and-down motion, I kicked my shorts off and absently stroked my stiff cock. I then looked at the three ladies in time to see and hear Ginnie cum. But the focus was still Helena. I doubted she ever looked more beautiful, more sensual than she did then as she grinned and shifted into position between Maria’s youthful legs. I found myself stroking faster.

  Dark Maria surprisingly (at least to me) had a full bush, which was a big turn on for me. Even though Helena shaved like all women nowadays I guessed, I was old-fashioned in that regard and preferred pubic hair to the little-girl bald look. It just seemed more natural. The camera angle was perfect as I had a great view of Helena’s magnificent ass, and beyond that the wonderful view of Maria’s pussy, her dark hair glistening in the sun from all her juices mixed with saliva. Ginnie lay beside them and fingered herself furiously.

  Bethany’s high-pitched sounds drew my eyes back to her and Lionel. Her slow undulations were over with. She was bouncing up and down like an automobile piston at high RPMs, and Lionel was yelling that he was cumming. All the noise around that pool had me wondering about neighbors; the Healys weren’t home but what about the others? If my camera’s microphone were picking up all the sex sounds then someone in the neighborhood was hearing it all too. With my attention back to the female trio and my hand busily stroking, I saw Ginnie and Maria go to work on my wife, and in short order they had her cumming like I’d never seen her cum with me. I ejaculated so forcefully I ended up spraying some on my laptop.

  It was a hell of a job to clean up, but not anywhere near the mess I’d made of my marriage.

  I watched a while longer although the action was mostly over. The female participants lounged together with some light touching still going on, while Lionel watched them and stroked himself. The stroking was to no avail, as he apparently didn’t have another erection in him even though Maria teased him about her being next. Bethany was definitely bisexual as she began making love to my wife so soon after getting fucked by Lionel. Ginnie looked much more jealous of Bethany now than before, so the “friendship” between Helena and Ginnie Wade came into sharper focus.

  My opinion of Lionel grudgingly softened like his cock had. He had a harem that was more interested in sex with each other than with him. His wife was in love with another woman, and his consolation it seemed was occasional impersonal sex with a young woman, albeit a slim eighteen year old.

  So, I’d played the cuckold and now the masturbating voyeur, and I wasn’t very proud of myself. What would I have said if Helena told me it was Ginnie instead of Lionel she was fooling around with? Would that have altered the level of my jealousy? When the ‘party’ broke up, I remotely shut down the camera, stowed the laptop and got dressed. Helena was very chipper when she got home, and who could blame her? I tried to be as casual as I might have been if I hadn’t seen everything. That’s when I realized it would have been a mistake, since my suspicions had been around Lionel and the jealousy would still remain. I gave my wife a cold shoulder and left her to wonder what I was thinking.

  In the intervening week, I snuck over and got the camera to recharge its battery. I wanted it to be ready for the following weekend, and my wife’s next pool adventure. During the week we didn’t have sex; she claimed she was too tired and I didn’t push it. Ginnie Wade stopped over one evening to speak with Helena, basically ignoring me the whole time, a poorly concealed smirk of contempt on her face. And maybe it was a sneer of victory. After all she’d stolen my sexy, gorgeous wife.

  The pool get-together was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. Saturday morning I ran into Lionel Wade at our local Home Depot. With an unctuous smile, he said “How are things with you and that hot wife of yours? Those legs and that ass of hers… man!”

  “Keep it in your pants, Lionel,” I answered. “She knows how to handle that ass… and who gets to handle it.” I wanted him to brag, to confess to something, anything that could be contradicted by what I saw and what I might see that afternoon.

  “That she does, my friend. That she does.”

  Your wife, not you, I thought, trying not to contemptuously sneer back at him.

  The afternoon performance at the Wade’s pool was all the Ginnie and Helena show. “Christ I’m so horny!” my wife declared as Ginnie pulled her bikini bottoms off and went down on her. Helena massaged her own bare, heaving breasts as Ginnie attacked her clit with her tongue and lips. Helena’s moans became steadily more strident until she whimpered, “I’mmmmmm cummminggggggg” loud enough for the camera’s microphone to pick up. I watched her quake from what must have been an incredible orgasm, and instantly grew hard.

  Naked Lionel exited the house as Helena began servicing his wife. Nestled between Ginnie’s spread legs and with her glorious ass on display like the fine art it was, she was the magnet drawing Lionel’s immediate ‘iron.’ He muttered “Oh God” and nearly ran up behind Helena, his erection like a jousting knight’s lance. When he placed the head of his cock at her obviously wet labia, she hollered “No!” and then said what sounded like “Not now.” Saying no is not the same as saying not now. Did that mean she would fuck him later?

  Lionel stood behind Helena and jerked off while staring at the place he wished he could go. Ginnie writhed as she approached orgasm, and Helena wiggled along with her, obviously as excited about giving her lover an orgasm as in receiving one. Lionel stroked energetically with one hand as the other snaked its way to my wife’s exposed pussy. Unlike with his cock, she didn’t stop his fingertips. He moaned so loudly I heard it. He said something, but “wet” was the only word I heard clearly. Ginnie’s noisy orgasm pushed her husband over the edge, as he ejaculated in four long arcs all over Helena’s writhing butt and back.

  With one hand reaching behind her to play with Lionel’s spunk trail, my wife said as she stood upright, “I’m flattered you came so much just for me… and so hot too! Too bad Paul couldn’t see it. I like it when he’s jealous.”

  Ginnie snorted, “He’s a prude. I bet if he was here and saw us getting it on he wouldn’t even get a hard-on.”

  “Don’t be so sure,” I whispered to myself, holding my still-hard cock that had spewed about the same time Lionel had.

  After that they had to cool off, so into the pool the three of them went. Lionel was still in a groping mood and Helena seemed to tolerate it although her attention was on Ginnie. Lionel’s resignation was plain to see in his demeanor. He would always be the odd player in this tableau, and I supposed I would be left out too from now on.

  After they exited the pool and dried off, Ginnie asked Helena when she was going to tell me. “I do love him, you know, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him,” Helena said after a sigh. Whether the sigh was in response to her concern for me or from Ginnie fondling a breast was left to my interpretation.

  Lionel suddenly laughed and said, “Why don’t you invite Paul over
next weekend? Let him see what’s going on instead of having his jealous imagination run wild. That’s if he HAS an imagination.” Lionel laughed again and said something about inviting others.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea… yet,” Helena feebly said.

  Oh, but I did, especially if ‘others’ meant Bethany and Maria!

  When Helena got home I asked her if she had fun. She replied yes, she had fun but said no more. I pried. “Was Lionel there?” She again said yes but nothing else, so I pried some more. “Do you guys get naked and fool around?”

  “Do you know how childish that sounds—fooling around—?”

  “I disagree, since finger-fucking and cock-sucking are much more vulgar terms and I wouldn’t use them. However, I hope you realize that I’m teasing you. I’m sure everything happening at the Wades’ place is rated-PG and quite tame. I’d actually like to go next time. Bury the hatchet, so to speak. I shouldn’t be holding onto my animosity of the Wades from the party. I’m sure there’s no reason for me to be jealous.”

  Helena had this pained expression that stayed with her for hours. She didn’t say anything about the next pool get-together, though I knew she was agonizing over it. After all, an invitation would be her coming-out party.

  I surmised that during the week Ginnie (and maybe Lionel too) must have pressured her for a commitment, for wasn’t that what her decision really was? By midweek I was invited, and only then did I remove the camera from the tree.

  When Saturday unfolded bright and sunny, the pool party was on. I’d picked up two expensive bottles of wine as peace offerings. I was determined to be ‘anti-prude’ since I now knew what to expect. Helena was nervous on the way over since she had no idea that by the end of the day I expected to give her my blessing to pursue any bisexual desires, Ginnie Wade or otherwise, as long as I was her number one man. I loved my wife and I didn’t want to lose her. If that made me a cuckold, then so be it.

  Lionel and Ginnie both greeted us, wearing bathing suits of course, and then I had the biggest surprise. Bethany and Maria were already in the pool, fooling around with a young man who looked to be a couple of years older than the girls. Lionel offered to open one of the wine bottles we brought, and Ginnie suggested alternatives if we wanted them. Helena and I both opted for the wine. I dutifully checked out the two girls, who were by now topless, waved to them, and turned to Helena to ask if she’d be taking hers off.

  “You don’t mind?” she said, “I mean, you must know by now that we usually do.”

  I cupped one of her breasts and winking, said “Your tan sort of gave you away.” She blushed, which I thought was sweet. I asked, “Can I also assume that the young guests”—I motioning toward the pool—“are often here too?”

  “You know who they are, don’t you?” she asked.

  “Yeah, Bethany Moore and Maria Mendoza, but I don’t know the guy.”

  Ginnie heard me and said, “That’s Brad Abel. His parents live down the street. He’s back from college and used to date Bethany when she was younger.”

  “How much younger?” I said but immediately smiled and added, “No prude here. She’s a doll and all the power to the dude for having a piece of that whenever he could.” I wasn’t being disingenuous. Considering I classified both girls as nymphomaniacs, thinking of them having sex as early teens didn’t seem much like pedophilia to me.

  Lionel didn’t either. He joined us and said, “I bet you wouldn’t mind a go at either one of those babes.”

  I put my arm around Helena and pulled her closer. “Not really. I happen to think I’m married to the sexiest babe around. Don’t you agree?” Helena seemed uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation.

  Lionel hesitated for a second, unsure if I was setting a trap. I was sure he remembered me seeing him fingering Helena at their party. Finally he said, “Yes, I agree. In fact, we’re both lucky men.”

  Maybe that was a trap for me. Ginnie certainly wasn’t my type but perhaps Lionel was being sincere and meaning that he was lucky in the sense of their open marriage, of sorts, allowing Ginnie to play with other women while he played guilt-free too.

  “Lionel,” I said, “When any man has a good woman to occupy his bed, he’s lucky.”

  Helena and Ginnie shared a look. Some signal must have been transmitted for that’s when both women removed their tops. I enjoyed one more moment in my life admiring my wife’s breasts. Lionel was looking too; he wasn’t looking at his wife’s though as the pool trio had climbed out one by one. No one commented that all three were naked and that Brad was semi-erect. He had youth going for him but not much of a cock.

  More wine was poured as we lounged around the pool talking about nothing much. Brad appeared a little embarrassed about being naked in front of us but the girls didn’t care. In fact, they were purposely flaunting themselves to Lionel and me. Especially me. I’d seen them naked before although they didn’t know it. I realized that as long as I didn’t focus on Maria’s lush bush I wouldn’t have an erection. My wife had the best tits by far and they all knew it, so the girls’ flaunting fizzled out quickly. I sipped my wine and wondered how things would progress now that I was here.

  Ginnie invited Helena to swim with her. As they walked to the pool’s edge, Ginnie slid her bottoms down and off, and while looking directly at me, said “You guys can do like Brad here and lose the swim suits.”

  They dove in, so Ginnie didn’t see Lionel look at me as if to gauge my reaction before pulling his swim shorts off. I grinned, shrugged and took mine off too. I was sure the women wanted to be alone so they could figure out how to break the news to me. They needn’t worry.

  I heard whispers from the girls and glanced over at them to find Maria staring at my newly uncovered manhood and nudging Bethany. “Look at him, he’s hung!” Maria muttered.

  Well, I wasn’t hung. I knew I was above average in size and girth but never thought I was in the realm of porn stars. Their attention began to work, though. My cock twitched and began to stiffen. They noticed. Being the biggest of the three males present I guessed was good enough for nymphomaniacs.

  When I glanced toward the pool, I caught Helena and Ginnie kissing. I left the others and dove in to the cool water. I swam to them and before they could react, I said “Yes, I’m jealous, but I’m also practical. Seeing that you two have something going I won’t make a scene.” I turned to Helena and embraced her, pulling her away from Ginnie momentarily. “Always remember that I love you body and soul, and always will.”

  “Why haven’t you ever said it like that before?” Helena said sweetly, with no hint of recrimination to match the words.

  “Words can be cheap. Remember the old Extreme song we both loved—“More Than Words”? If I failed to show you how much I love you with more than words, then I apologize.” I turned back to Ginnie and said, “Love her well, she deserves it.”

  Helena kissed me on the cheek and said, “You can, you know, play with the girls. It’s only fair.”

  It was my turn to kiss her on the cheek. I then whispered in her ear, “Whatever I do, realize that they’re nothing compared to making love to you.” Without another word I swam away from them and climbed out of the pool. Maria was waiting for me by the ladder with a towel and a smile.

  “If she doesn’t want you,” she said, “then I’ll be glad to have you.”

  Her dark skin and even darker pubic bush were things to behold, and behold her I did. Ignoring the towel and my being wet from the pool, Maria wrapped her arms around my neck and slipped her tongue between my parted lips. She may not be the prettiest, but her sexual heat could draw any man or boy.

  When our lips separated I said, “It’s not that she doesn’t want me, she’s just loaning me for a while.” Maria was perplexed by my reply, but she regrouped quickly and pulled me toward one of the vacant lounge chairs.

  I chuckled when I saw Brad fucking Bethany doggie style while Lionel looked on in melancholy gloominess. He was the odd man out this time, an
d perhaps he always had been.

  Maria gave me a big grin as she said, “You’re nice and big, but not too big to suck. I like big.” And suck was what she did. She didn’t suck at it either if you pardon the pun, giving me some fantastic, wet throat.

  My wife was now sitting on the berm of the pool with her legs viselike around Ginnie’s head. Helena’s vocalizations told me exactly what Ginnie was doing to her. Before they rolled back into her head, Helena’s eyes met mine. She blew me a kiss before her orgasm struck.

  “Ooooooooh Godddddddddddddddd!” she screamed as her body shook, noticeable even from this distance.

  Maria commented on how she liked how hard I got and couldn’t wait to get me inside her. I chuckled and said “Why wait?”

  She immediately straddled me and lowered herself onto my rigid cock. She was extremely wet and had no second thoughts about taking my full length into her in one motion. Somehow I figured these girls were always wet. Her mouth silently formed an ‘O’ on her second descent as I felt it too. Did my cockhead really hit her cervix? I thought that was impossible but what did I know about female anatomy anyway? Or maybe I was bigger than I thought.