Uncovering Helena
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With a little more control she nonetheless rode me hard and I loved watching her bounce as much as I enjoyed her tight vagina.
Groans and moans echoed around the high patio walls; first Helena, and then Bethany and Brad climaxed. Maria let the whole neighborhood know that she was cumming and that it was her “BEST EVER!”
Maria eventually climbed off and looked at my still-hard cock, confused. “You didn’t cum?” she asked.
“It’s not you, Maria. You’re a hot young lady but I guess my cock still favors my wife over there. I bet that sounds corny.”
“I, like, think it’s sweet,” she declared just as she was looking around for Lionel or Brad to finish the job. I shook my head and thought that she was much too shallow to understand what “sweet” truly was.
As Maria walked away from me, Ginnie and Helena approached. Helena looked at my still-rigid cock and asked the same question that Maria did. I said, “Like I told her, she isn’t the same as you,” while shrugging my shoulders in a ‘who-really-knows’ gesture.
Ginnie patted my wife on her lovely ass and said, “I take back everything I ever said,” before bending down to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.
I only guessed at what she thanked me for, and assumed it was for the ‘loan’ of my wife to her. Honestly until this very moment I worried it was more than a loan. Helena straddled me in the lounger and said, “I owe it to you, my love, to take care of that,” palming my erection (how could it go limp looking at the babe in front of me that I would be forever grateful chose me as a husband?) I think I worried for nothing.
Helena slid over my cock like Maria had though more sensually and with better eye contact. I knew I was in for a good fucking. I heard Bethany make a comment about wanting my “big cock,” and as she said it Helena slowly shook her head. I heard Maria climax and wondered who brought her there, for some reason secretly hoping it was Ginnie instead of one of the men.
Helena muttered “I want to be taken hard,” so I obliged my wife by shifting her onto her back and mounting her missionary. I held nothing back as I did her fast and furious, all while she clamped her strong legs around me and spurred me on.
“Yes…yes…yes…YES…!” she cried until she convulsed so violently the lounge chair collapsed under us.
As the others rushed over to see if we were okay, Helena asked “Did you cum?”
I answered, “This time I did,” as rivulets of semen dribbled from her in confirmation after I pulled out.
Helena and I turned out to be the main event, since that was the end of sexual play for the day. While the last drinks were consumed, Ginnie and Helena went to one corner of the pool and talked while Lionel corralled me at another corner.
“Man, you’re one lucky dick, I’ll tell you,” Lionel said, unable to keep what sounded like awe from his voice. “I think you know I’d give anything to fuck your wife.”
I took no offense. “A lot of men think like you do,” I told him. “Besides me, I think Ginnie’s the lucky one too.” I turned slightly to face Lionel head on. “Like at your party, don’t push it, okay? You can’t have her so have fun any way you can,” I said, gesturing toward Bethany, Maria and Brad as they dressed to leave.
He raised his hands in a conciliatory motion, saying “I read you, buddy. I figured you both for pushovers, and boy was I wrong.” We actually shook hands on it.
As Helena and I walked home, she told me how happy she was that I saw how things were and understood it all. I wasn’t about to tell her of my jealous voyeurism that allowed me to understand, and be as nonchalant as I was entering today’s get-together.
I asked her if she loved Ginnie and she replied that she wasn’t sure. “There is something there between us, and I can’t ignore how much she arouses me, but I don’t want to hurt you because I love you.” Her hand reached out and took mine while we walked. I told her that I loved her too and that no matter what happened she should follow her heart, and that if she loved Ginnie I would understand and not get in their way as long as there was room for me in her heart. “There always will be, sweetheart,” she said, “and room in my bed too.”
When we got home we showered and then got onto said bed. Unlike the frantic sex by the Wades’ pool, our lovemaking was slow and unselfish. I wasn’t sure how we got into the pretzel-like tangle we were in when we both orgasmed.
When we finally untangled Helena was aglow, and that’s when I knew in my heart that no matter the extent of her attraction to Ginnie or any other woman, I was her man ’til death do us part.
Then she asked me, “Do you know Lisa Dinsmore?”
“The little blond gal that lives down the street? Why?”
“Oh, she kind of sensed some vibes from me and I think she’s looking for a hook-up. Do you think she’s cute?”
“Is this like a trap?” I asked with a smile. “Are you asking whether it would be alright for you to seek that hook-up?”
“Well?”
I said, “Yes, she’s a cute pixie. If I didn’t know better I’d swear she flirted with me a few times, so I don’t know about those vibes. But I guess if you want to go for it…”
“I’d like to.”
“Then it’s settled,” I said. “How about inviting her over? I can make myself scarce if you want.”
What I really wanted was to plant a camera in our bedroom if something ever happened. Lisa was indeed a delicious looking spinner. I wondered if this new interest told me anything about my wife’s relationship with Ginnie Wade. Helena kissed me and told me how much she loved me, and then went off to make a phone call. “While the iron is hot…” she said, and I knew exactly what she meant.
The web-cam would come through again.
Kamilla Murphy, author of “Sailing to Ecstasy,” “She’s Got the Itch” and the novels “Watching January” and “The Missionary Position” among other works of erotica for the Amazon Kindle, is a professional, wife, and mother of two great teens, living in northeastern Massachusetts.
kamillamurph@yahoo.com