From barak@ozemail.com.au Sat Feb 22 14:44:05 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Helen 1 (Infidelity)
From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
Date: 22 Feb 1997 19:44:05 GMT

Helen

My girlfriend and I had been talking - well, actually I had been talking
about either introducing ourselves to swinging or even just her opening
herself up to the attention of other men. She had always knocked the idea
on the head pretty quickly but I just couldn't shake my desire to see her
getting fucked silly by a stranger with a large cock. The only time she
used to even talk about it was when we were making love or having sex and
then it was only to titillate me. She'd make up stories of other men that
she'd enjoyed but for the most part the stories had holes big enough to
drive a truck through. Once she almost admitted that she might enjoy a cock
bigger than my average one. She said that she couldn't take a thicker cock
than mine but she might enjoy one about an inch longer. As I said I am only
average in the endowment stakes yet she has always said that mine was the
biggest of the four different men (including her ex-husband) that she had
been with. I'd always thought that she was trying to protect my pride. We
had a common joke that when she got home from the gym where she regularly
attended aerobics that she'd leave the garage light on if she was not alone
but the joke quickly became stale as she denied even seeing anyone at the
gym that attracted her attention - let alone actually picking someone up.

I play competition tennis two nights a week and usually get home about
10:30 - 11:00 pm. On this particular night the match was postponed as the
Satellite Circuit was in town and they were playing later than scheduled
because of rain delays earlier in the day. So after sitting there for half
an hour or so I headed home thinking about a hot drink and some veging in
front of the TV.

The lights were on, indicating that Helen was home and I put the car away
for the night in the garage. Her car was in the driveway and I thought the
better of putting it away until I'd ensured that no last minute trips to
the shop were scheduled.

I walked in to the foyer and heard the TV on. Helen was probably either
catching up on shows that her parents had taped for her so I didn't bother
calling out as I put my racquet in the spare room.

Looking down the hall I saw a light coming from under our bedroom door and
so I headed toward it thinking that the hot drink and relaxation could wait
until I'd had my wicked way with Helen. As I got closer I heard a muffled
noise and then I heard her say: "Be gentle, I'm not used to this sort of
size". I nearly laughed out loud. So the little minx had heard me put the
car away and decided to tease me did she?

All thoughts of laughter died as I heard a male voice say "By the time I'm
finished with you you won't have any problems. Now relax and trust me".

That was all the intelligible sounds that came from the bedroom as I stood
in stunned silence for the next 10-15 minutes. I heard Helen gasp several
times and a growl of some description from her once. I could even hear the
heaviness of their breathing and the bed rhythmically announcing their
fucking. Eventually my brain kicked into gear and I quietly made my way out
the back door and around to the bedroom window. I was thwarted in my hope
to find the blinds open but the window was open a couple of inches. A small
slit where the blinds were not sitting properly afforded me a little bit of
a view. I could see Helen on her back with a large guy between her spread
legs. He was pumping what looked like a baseball bat into her and she was
hanging onto him for dear life as he forced a grunt out of her with every
thrust. She was more turned on than I'd ever seen her and came at least
four times while I watched. I came once as I gave my aching cock a squeeze
and I was hard again in record time. Eventually he tensed up and flooded
her previously tight pussy with sperm as she babbled to him how he was the
best fuck ever and how she loved his size. I tell you, if this guy had an
inferiority complex before he got onto my girlfriend he certainly wouldn't
have had one after hearing her talk like that.

They kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before she leaned down to lick,
kiss and suck that dick (which looked bigger than me even though he was
flaccid by this point). She looked at the bedside clock and told him he'd
better get going. They both got up and dressed and as it became apparent
that they were both leaving the house I panicked - realising that if Helen
was about to put her car away she'd realise that I was home. I managed to
get into the garage via the side entrance but no way known was I going to
get my car out undetected. I needn't have worried as they both got into her
car and drove off. I figure she was either taking him home or back to the
gym where he might have left his car.

I took my car out of the garage and drove around until it was about the
time that I normally got home. By the time I'd put the car away and
strolled into the lounge room Helen was watching the TV - hair still damp
from the shower she'd obviously had.

I didn't want to let on what I'd seen (although my mind was racing and I
couldn't think of anything else) so I asked her casually asked her how her
night was as we kissed. She smiled and said it had been "pretty good" but
didn't elaborate. That night in bed I devoured my unfaithful girlfriend as
she related a "story" about getting screwed by someone else. Having seen
this event taking place and knowing that what she was telling me had
actually happened sent me over the edge in no time. It felt weird knowing
that someone else had stretched those cunt lips only hours earlier. What a
stretch it must have been - I'd never felt her so loose.

Even the following morning she said not a word of her private party to me -
not a thing! I don't know if she thought I couldn't have handled it and
wanted to stop her from doing it again or that she wanted the "forbidden
fruit" sensation. Whatever the reason I know I just couldn't get the images
out of my head.

Since then I have gone to some fairly extreme measures to discover the
level of her infidelity. This has included having hidden cameras in the
house, specifically the bedroom, bathroom and lounge room. These have
recorded some pretty wild experiences let me tell you. If there is interest
I will post some of her adventures. She has also been seduced at a party we
attended (she thought I was preoccupied and drunk enough not to notice),
played up to strange men and indulged in some groping at a nightclub, got
fucked by a co-worker on both her desk and that of her manager and she has
even been gangbanged.

Needless to say her whispered stories have improved in quality. My little
cum-hungry girlfriend may be enjoying her wild sex romps and the thrill of
cheating on me but I am on a permanent "high" from having my voyeuristic
tendencies so well (albeit unwittingly) catered for. 


From barak@ozemail.com.au Sat Feb 22 14:45:51 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Helen 2 (Infidelity)
From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
Date: 22 Feb 1997 19:45:51 GMT

Helen

After my first posting where I accidentally discover that my girlfriend had
taken another man to our bed I received many messages asking for more of
her adventures (at least the ones I know of).

I play tennis twice a week and the episode I witnessed took place on the
second time of the week so I had to wait for the following week to see if
she'd do it again. I phoned a guy from the team and asked if he'd mind
playing in my place. He's always keen for a game and doesn't look forward
to being rostered out so that was never going to be a problem.

Helen was heading off to the gym as I was supposedly getting ready for
tennis. We kissed and wished each other a good time and then she was gone.
I put my racquet etc in the car (it wouldn't do for them to be sitting in
the house when she got home if I was supposed to be out playing) and I went
around and locked the windows to the bedroom, ensuite, lounge room, kitchen
open about an inch (it wouldn't be too obvious that way and if there was
going to be a repeat performance I'd be able to hear). I also arranged the
blinds in the lounge and bedroom so that visibility wouldn't be a problem.
I took the car to a side street nearby so that she'd not drive by it and
cotton on to what was happening. Then I waited. And waited......and waited.


About an hour and a half later her car pulled into the driveway and she got
out - alone. The back yard was in darkness so I was in no danger of being
seen and I wandered, puzzled, to the kitchen window where I watched her
have a cold drink and go for a shower. She sat in the loungeroom after the
shower in just a robe and worked on drying her hair.

When the phone rang she answered and said after a moment: "No, he's not
here." I worried momentarily that it was someone from tennis but that fear
was soon allayed as she continued the conversation. Comments like "I nearly
choked when you did that to me in the storeroom" and "be careful with that
bluff or you just might find me calling it" convinced me that not only was
she talking to a male but probably someone from work. We work for the same
employer but on different floors and I figure it could have been one of 3
or 4 guys in her area of the office. 

To cut a long story short nothing happened that night apart from the phone
call which convinced me that someone from work had either hit on her or
copped a feel of her in the storeroom. She didn't seem to mind what had
happened (judging by her responses) and even teased a bit about what had
happened. Not enough detail was provided to enable me to piece it together
unfortunately.

I went through the same preparations later in the week when I was again
playing tennis. Only this time it was less than half an hour from when I
was scheduled to leave before she returned. 

This time she had the same fellow as before with her and I must admit to a
pang of jealousy as they entered the house quickly. I went to the bedroom
window but found nothing here so I continued to the kitchen and finally the
lounge room before I found them. They were standing kissing. Man were they
kissing! It looked more like they were devouring each other as they stood
there. My stomach lurched. There was my girlfriend running her hands over
another mans shoulders, back and butt as they deeply kissed. He broke from
her mouth and started working on her neck but she pulled away telling him
he cannot leave any marks on her.

With my mind spinning and my stomach lurching the way it was I'm afraid I
cannot supply a sequence of events - it's all a blur. I have images of her
head bobbing over that big dick as the guy sat in my favourite chair and
tousled her dark hair. I remember (vividly) her straddling him on the couch
and fucking right there before announcing that she wasn't comfortable
enough. Her naked form in the light still managed take my breath even
though this time she wasn't naked for me but for another man who seemed to
have unlocked something in my girlfriend that I'd never managed to tap
into. Maybe I hadn't gone deep enough - actually seeing this guy stand up
with my girlfriends juices glistening on that trunk convinced me that I
hadn't been able to look deeply enough - by at least 4 inches!

Anyway, I do remember them kissing again while they fondled each others
slippery genitalia and he whispered in her ear. Biting her lip in that
nervous way she has she nodded. He went to the phone and spoke briefly to
someone and gave out the address.

I stumbled to the bedroom window and soon they were in there and picking up
where they left off. As it did last time the bed creaked out an
accompaniment to them fucking. 

It's weird, even though I've seen all this I still cannot believe it. Helen
is the sweetest, most considerate girl I've ever known. There is not a
trace of malice in her and up until recently I'd have thought there was no
guile either.

I watched through the crack as he humped against her while actually chewing
her nipples. Normally Helen likes her nipples to be nibbled or toyed with
gently but this guy was being really rough with them. Either she was too
far gone to realise or this guy was really good at what he did. He stopped
fucking her long enough to slide down the bed and start licking her gaping
wink (her terminology). She moaned and pushed her mound against his face as
his dick smeared her juices on the doona cover.

A knock at the front door had me duck for cover unnecessarily (a reflex
action) and the guy went and answered it. Helen lay there looking dazed for
a moment before checking the bedside clock for the time. The guy led
another man into the bedroom and introduced him as Liam. Liam grinned
lecherously as he began shedding clothes and joined the two of them on the
bed. Helen returned his kisses tentatively at first before becoming more
aggressive. His hands roamed over her naked form and she muttered something
to him about how cold they were. Eventually she was on her knees with
Liam's cock in her mouth as the other guy pumped into her from behind. Liam
was about my size but that didn't bother her as the guys swapped places.
Laim grumbled something like "Jonno, you've stretched her ya bastard!". The
other guy just grinned as he held Helen's head in place and came down her
throat. I could hear her swallowing from my vantage point. After Jonno came
she again looked at the clock and told Liam to hurry as I was due home in
less than an hour. He didn't need to be told twice. He held her hips and
slammed into her as Jonno pinched her nipples. She just rocked back against
Liam with her eyes closed before having another orgasm.

As the guys quickly dressed they asked was she interested in going to their
place the following night but she declined, saying that she was going to
work late. When Jonno asked if that guy she'd told him about had anything
to do with it she just grinned - confirming it.

At the front door they said their goodbyes before Helen raced back and
changed the bedding before going for a shower. I strolled back to the car
and prepared to "come home" from tennis for the night. 

Again nothing was said about her activities but this time I didn't get to
have a naughty with her. Having spent the night watching her getting fucked
by 2 guys I'm surprised she could walk straight. Three times that night I
had to use my hand to relieve myself. I just couldn't get the image of the
the night out of my head.

This is the second infidelity (that I'm aware of) on Helen's part. For
those of you who didn't catch the original posting I had been talking about
Helen showing others her talents but she always declined. Things have
changed.


From barak@ozemail.com.au Sat Feb 22 14:47:22 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Helen 3 (Infidelity)Helen
From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
Date: 22 Feb 1997 19:47:22 GMT

Helen

Helen is my beautiful girlfriend who has begun to cheat on me on what seems
to be approaching a regular basis. I have written of how I first
accidentally discovered her infidelity, how I arranged to put myself in a
position where I could witness another encounter between her and her
lover(s). Here is the third part (that I know of) of my girlfriend's new
lifestyle. I hope you enjoy reading about her cheating as much as she seems
to enjoy doing it!

*       *       *       *       *

Following Helen's comment that she'd be working back the following evening
I tried everything I could think of to stay late at work without avail.
There simply wasn't enough work on hand to justify my presence. Helen's
section, however, was another story altogether so she had no problems. All
I could do was go home and wait.

It was 8:30 before she came in. I had dinner ready but she opted for a
shower before it was served up. As she showered I stood there and talked a
little with her. Given that she had cheated twice on me (as far as I knew)
and had possibly added to that tally earlier in the evening I can perhaps
be forgiven for reading innuendo in everything she said. She commented that
she had eaten earlier but her appetite was as strong as ever; she mentioned
that she'd been flat out at work but still hadn't managed to get enough
done and so on. I think it was Ronnie Barker who said "The marvellous thing
about a joke with a double meaning is that it can only mean one thing" and
I was imagining this to be true in her words as she showered.

We ate and spent the next hour or so snuggling on the couch while listening
to some music. That night we made love very gently. It was one of those
nights.

The next day Jeff, a friend I work with came to me excitedly saying that
he'd heard a rumour that Hank had nailed one of the girls from the section
that Helen works. Hank is a self proclaimed "stud-muffin" and believes he
can get any woman/girl he wants. He is also one of these guys that seems to
get his rocks off more by bragging about conquests than the actual deed. My
stomach did that lurch thing again while Jeff asked if I could get Helen to
find out who it was that Hank was talking about. I said I'd ask.

That night at dinner I mentioned it in passing to Helen. She looked up in
ill-concealed alarm and seemed somewhat flustered for a moment. She tried
to cover by getting a drink out of the fridge and when she denied any
knowledge I could tell she was lying (I know her that well at least). We
touched on the topic a few more times during the evening and it seemed that
she was warming to the idea of discussing it.

The kiss that night in bed became a lingering one and held a promise of
more to come. We kissed and fondled awhile and both of us let our hands do
some roaming. He skin was soft beneath my questing fingers and as I cupped
one of her largish tits I felt a very hard nipple. Her breathing deepened
as I gently rubbed the palm of my hand over her pubic mound and slipped a
finger into her wetness - she was sopping! I kissed my way across her
cheeks, down her neck (biting gently) before continuing toward her breasts
where I lingered for some time. I then kissed and licked my way across her
flat stomach before inhaling her aroma. I played with her nipples as I ate
my beautiful (if unfaithful) girlfriend to orgasm. After she had collected
herself she whispered that she wanted to feel me inside her and I believe
that it's impolite to keep a lady waiting. As I first slid into her I again
marvelled at the sensation. Her warmth, her wetness and the way she manages
to grip me (she has amazing muscle control) always makes me wonder anew.

Now I can fuck for hours (literally) and have enough control to hold back
until I'm sure my partner is totally fucked-out before I allow myself to
come (I don't know if this is common but from some of the other things I've
read not every guy has this ability). Helen often tells me fantasies as we
fuck, partly because I love to hear them and partly as it amuses her to
watch me fight to hold my load back. 

This night as we moved together she started her talk with: "It was me Hank
fucked".

I froze in my movements and she guessed (rightly) that it was so I don't
get too close to the edge.

"Yes it was me. Your little girlfriend was fucked silly on both her desk
and Jacks and loved every gut-wrenching moment of it". (Jack is the manager
of her section).

As I started moving slowly within her she started telling me this "fantasy"
of how Hank had been rubbing her shoulders as they talked. How his hands
stopped concentrating just on her shoulders and how aware she was that he
was edging nearer her breasts. She spoke of him feeling her firm tits
though the blouse and bra and how he became much more bold/agressive when
he realised he wasn't getting "no" for an answer. She spoke of standing up
and getting into a long, passionate clinch with him before they undressed
each other. She admitted surprise as to how hairless his body was but told
me that his lines were hard and his dick was about the same length as mine
- only thicker. Helen had once told me that she couldn't handle a cock
thicker than mine - flush that assertion down the toilet.

She said how they were confident that no-one else was around but that there
was no point taking any chances. He lifted her bare ass onto her desk and
proceeded to fuck her with an intensity she didn't think he was capable of.
They came together and ignored the puddle that formed on the desktop. She
spoke of how she could feel Hank's dick shrinking inside her as they kissed
in the afterglow. They both stood and at Hank's request she dropped to her
knees on the carpet and licked their combined juices of his uncircumcised
cock. She got more into it and started fondling his balls and even ran a
finger through to his butt-hole and pushed gently. This did the trick and
she spoke of the satisfaction of feeling a spent prick mustered energy to
be of use again.

On a lark they ran naked to Jack's office. Jack is a firm believer of "a
place for everything and everything in it's place" and so his desk was
nearly bare. Helen said she bent over the edge of the desk and felt Hank
push himself in her for the second time. They fucked her through two
orgasms. Hank tried (with her blessing) to deflower her butt but he was too
thick to enable this to be a success. She teased me by suggesting that she
start off with a thinner cock in her back passage - like mine. Following
this unsuccessful attempt he came inside her mouth.

This was pretty much where I lost the rest of my self control and load. I
had let a little of my cum go when she was telling me about the shoulder
massage that was going to be so much more but managed to hang onto most of
it until that point. She had cum twice while telling me and seemed
exhausted.

We lay in each other's arms afterwards, recovering. I casually asked if
this story was true but she laughed saying how I know she could never do
anything like that with anyone but me and that it was just a story for my
benefit. If she only knew what I know about her promiscuous behaviour!


From barak@ozemail.com.au Sat Feb 22 14:51:27 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Helen 4 (Infidelity)
From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
Date: 22 Feb 1997 19:51:27 GMT


It was a new years eve. Helen and I had gone to a local club with several
other couples to listen to the band and generally have a good time. As the
night wore on we became more and more ripped. It was far too crowded to
even think of dancing and "standing room only" applied as everyone
struggled to talk over the music and tried not to let the smoke sting their
eyes too much. 

A few of the girls had complained good-naturedly about getting their
bottoms pinched or guys copping "cheap feels" as they make their way
laboriously to the ladies room or to the bar. Helen didn't comment but
turned away with the shadow of a smile on her lips. She'd been on one of
these trips and had undoubtedly been one of the recipients of these
touch-ups. Given the way she dressed I'm not surprised. Australia
experiences Summer when the Northern hemisphere is busy freezing so Helen
really dressed for the whether conditions and the expected heat of a
crowded club. A tight black dress hugged her to not even mid-thigh and her
braless 38' breasts were bulging over the top. Apart from heels (she's only
5"2') the only other article she wore was a thong - sure she was bordering
on the obscene but no one was stupid enough to complain. Given her dark
hair, sultry looks, petite frame and choice of outfits she was guaranteed
to appeal to any man still with a heartbeat.

As the night wore on and midnight approached our group stayed fairly close
for the traditional
"grab-someone-from-the-opposite-sex-and-kiss-in-the-new-year". A few of the
guys have major league babe girlfriends/wives so this is always a good
time. With only a few minutes or so to go Helen shouted in my ear (a
whisper would have been nice but it was way too noisy for that) that she
was going to the ladies and before I could remind her of the time she had
disappeared into the crowd. With less than a minute left I thought I'd go
find her. Negotiating my way through the crowd without spilling peoples
drinks was a slow process and I still hadn't found her by the time they
started the 10 second count down. I stopped where I was and counted along
with everyone else and the noise that erupted on the stroke of midnight was
deafening. A cute, freckle faced redhead jumped into my arms and kissed me
soundly as her boyfriend did the same with a brunette next to us.

Looking up I could see Helen locked in a deep kiss with one of the guys
that the other girls had been talking about. He seemed to be doing better
than a "cheap feel" now as I watched his friends egg him on. They kissed
deeply and I could see her mouth moving as their tongues undoubtably
fenced. His hands cupped her tight buns as her firm tits mashed into his
chest. Her arms had snaked their way around his neck and her eyes were
closed. The kiss lasted close to a minute before they finally broke. Helen
looked flushed and her nipples were very erect and he had a huge grin on
his face and a tent in his pants. As he adjusted himself they spoke before
Helen took a pen and paper from her shoulder bag and wrote on a piece of
paper. She put it away with a smile, gave his hard-on a quick squeeze and
went to the ladies room.

I went back to the group and enjoyed a few belated kisses and cuddles from
my friend's partners. Upon Helen's return I asked her what had taken so
long and she advised me that she'd not quite made it to the ladies before
midnight struck. She'd been swept along in the spirit of the occasion and
been kissed by a couple of revellers. She saw my interest pick up but
pouted her lips and squeezed my dick the way she had done to that other
fellow a few minutes earlier and told me it was nothing to get excited
about and that my fantasy was not going to be fulfilled tonight, "Although
I don't imagine there'd be too many problems finding a willing guy come to
think of it" she added with a grin.

I could have told her all I've seen and heard but I figured that since I
enjoyed being an occasional witness to her exploits and she obviously loved
getting it on with the stable of men she seemed to be accumulating I'd hold
my tongue.

*       *       *       *       *

Helen and I were at a friends birthday party and we'd got to the point by
about 11:00pm where there were two distinct groups. The first group had
clustered around the pergola/pool area where the BBQ was seldom unattended
and the drink flowed free and the second group had gathered inside near the
music centre where four of my mates, Helen and I debated the relative
merits of various guitarists including Hendrix, Clapton, Santana versus the
younger crop of axe-weilders doing the rounds at the moment. The host, Jeff
(the birthday boy) was able to demonstrate various points by playing
classics from the aforementioned legends while Darren (another guest) was
enjoying the conversation as he always enjoys baiting Jeff about music.
Anyway, to get back to the point we had been sinking ale for quite some
time and the larger crowd was undoubtably outside so after a while I
wandered outside to join the other group.

Forty minutes or so later I went to the toilet (the alcohol was having an
effect) and while negotiating my way back up the hallway I heard Helen's
voice. I quietly went to investigate.

Looking from the darkened corridor down into the well lit kitchen I could
see Helen and Jeff stop talking to kiss. It was deep and there appeared to
be no holding back on either side and it looked like they'd been there for
some minutes. When Jeff tried to hike her skirt up though she stopped him.
With a kiss to stop his protests she just said: "later".

An hour later many couples had drifted home for the night and all that were
left were Jeff, Darren, Tim and James (the four from the music debate) as
well as Ian and Suzanne (who had wandered to their room for the night) and
Geoff and Toni who were trying to hide the fact that they were having a
quiet argument by the pool.

I was obviously under the weather and finally announced that I was overdue
for some "zzz's" before heading upstairs. I didn't dare lay down for fear
that I really would go to sleep to so I quietly paced the darkened room
while waiting to see what (if anything) was going to happen between Helen
and Jeff. 

Looking through the uprights on the stair railing I could see the
conversation among the four guys and Helen had again turned to music. Geoff
came wandering in and, when asked where Toni was, smiled ruefully and
replied that he just watched her drive off in their car. He was in trouble
big time (totally justified by the way).

Helen and Jeff had gone to the kitchen to get more drink and Tim followed
shortly after for something to cure his salt craving. He appeared a few
moments later looking excited and motioned for the others to keep quiet and
follow him. I don't know what was happening at this point and I had no way
of sneaking to the kitchen vantage point unobserved so I did all I could do
- wait.

A few minutes later they all trouped back into view and a tousled looking
Helen started up the stairs. I padded back into the bedroom assigned to us
quietly and threw myself upon the bed and feigned sleep. I felt more than
heard Helen slip into the room and stand by the bed looking at me for maybe
thirty seconds. I kept my breathing deep and steady although I was laying
uncomfortably upon my arm. When she again left the room I gave her a few
minutes before creeping out to my vantage point overlooking the room the
others were in.

Helen and Jeff were engaged in a deep kiss on the couch. The others were
for the most part just watching at this stage but Tim was busily removing
her skirt while Jeff fondled her tits. Helen rubbed the bulge in Jeffs
pants as he started kissing her neck and there came a collective gasp from
all the guys as her near naked bottom came into view. The black thong
underwear did absolutely nothing to protect her modesty but modesty was
something she had no interest in.

She broke the kiss and stood to remove the rest of her clothes with a quick
warning that if any of them opened their mouths to anyone that there'd be
no repeat sessions. Looking at her naked body with hardened nipples on
those magnificent tits and that tight butt flowing into well toned legs she
could have demanded any conditions and they'd have happily complied.

She knelt in front of Jeff and took his cock out of his pants with some
difficulty. He was hard and even from my vantage point I could see the
pre-cum glistening on the head of his monster tool. Helen didn't hesitate -
she licked the head once and then engulfed as much of him as she could
manage. His fingers dug into the cushions as he thrust upward into her
mouth with a groan. Helen gasped as Geoff got down behind her and slipped
two fingers into her from behind. He commented that he'd never felt Toni
this wet ever and the guys chuckled. 

Clothes were everywhere as the guys all got naked and Geoff got on his
knees behind Helen and prepared to slip his dick into her but she stopped
him. Pointing out that it was Jeff's birthday she climbed onto his lap and
guided his glistening member to her entrance before sinking down onto it
with a sigh.

"Oh that feels so good. You've no idea how often I've wondered how you'd
feel inside me" she said before she started working herself toward an
orgasm. My dick was raging hot (as you can imagine) and as I watched
Helen's tits being sucked as she rotated that hot, tight little butt I
couldn't resist slipping my dick out of my pants to stroke it.

Jeff was approaching his peak fast and Helen made no attempt to help him
hold off. He groaned something that sounded through his clenched teeth like
"fuck fuck fuck fuck me dead!!!" as he thrust upward into my girlfriend.
After he finished coming he collapsed back like a marionette with cut
strings. Helen slipped off him and recommenced her oral attentions on his
slick, cum covered flaccid member. This time she didn't protest as Geoff
again tried to fuck her from behind and he soon established a steady
rhythm. The other guys looked on in an apparent state of shock. I bet even
in their wildest dreams they could not have imagined a scene so hot.

It's hard to describe my feelings at this point. I'd seen Helen in action
with one and two guys before as well of hearing of some of her adventures
(including a gang bang) but this was just way beyond anything I'd ever
experienced. I had always been glad that she'd kept her infidelities
outside our circle of friends (that I was aware of anyway) but now that was
well and truly over. But to see your best mates caressing your girlfriends
hardened nipples, slipping fingers into her wetness as she parts her legs
to allow better access or to listen to her tell your friend that she's
wondered about how he'd feel fucking her is just off the planet.

For the next hour I watched my friends fuck my girl in numerous positions.
She took them from behind, sat astride them, missionary position, bent over
the couch and others. I couldn't believe her stamina and that of the guys
as well as she always managed to coax another hard-on from them. Cum
trickled down her firm tits, across her flat tummy and globs of it ran down
her legs.

She took great delight in Tims cock which was the largest of all she had
that night. The veined monster was rubbed across her face, sandwiched
between her heaving breasts, sucked into her mouth, spent quite a bit of
time inside her wink (sorry but her terminology rubs of after a while) and
even made an unsuccessful attempt to penetrate her virgin bottom.

I had come 3 times by this point and the endorphin's, alcohol and fact that
it was bloody late were taking their toll. When I realised that I was
beginning to nod off I thought it better to crash in bed rather than risk
getting caught watching her in action. Once I hit the pillow I don't
remember a thing until mid morning. 

I could hear someone moving around the house when I awoke. Sunlight
filtered through the blinds to reveal the beauty asleep beside me. Helen
had obviously showered last night before joining me and as I lifted the
blanket away from her naked form she stirred slightly but didn't wake.
Looking at her reddened pussy made my manhood come to life and I decided to
see if she was up to more fun.

I gently ran my tongue up her belly to her nipples which hardened quickly.
I felt her fingers run through my hair and looked up into her sleepy but
smiling face. Our kiss was long and deep - taking me to heights of passion
that only Helen has ever been able to stir me to and soon we were making
love. As we rolled around on the bed, one of her legs wrapped around my
butt and my dick inside her as far as it could go I couldn't help but think
about less than 12 hours ago my girlfriend had been this intimate with a
number of our friends. I wondered what was passing through her mind as she
bit into my shoulder to stifle the sound of her reaching orgasm.

We caressed and drifted in and out of sleep for another hour before rousing
ourselves for brunch with our friends. Another strange experience that:
sitting, eating, and laughing with friends that have fucked your partner
silly just the night before - no one aware that I knew what happened. I
read meaning in half smiles and innuendo but one question kept rising to
the surface: Helen said that unless they kept their mouths shut they'd be
no repeat performances - well they were silent. That being the case when
was round 2 going to happen?


From barak@ozemail.com.au Sat Feb 22 14:56:09 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Helen 5 (Infidelity)
From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
Date: 22 Feb 1997 19:56:09 GMT

Helen's Gangbang

About 2 weeks after Helen had told me the "fantasy" story about her and
Hank from work fucking on her desk and that of the boss I again had
occasion to catch her again. I must admit that it was not pure co-incidence
that led me to be there again but here we go....

I had begged off the last two sets as my partner had damaged his knee
during an earlier set and had been baggage for the remainder of the
evening. We had tried playing with him just serving (or returning as the
case may be) and then moving out of the way so I could play "singles"
against the opposition but it had not worked to any real degree. We
abandoned play about an hour early so it was with caution that I approached
the house.

I tried my old trick of parking away from the house and I made my way
through the darkness to the lit bedroom window. Looking though the split I
saw Helen and Jonno laying there. Helen's pubes were wet and matted with
their cum and she lay there in his arms with a satisfied glow about her.
Jonno for his part had one arm around her and lazily caressed her large
tits with the other hand as the talked softly.

It was perhaps not the most opportune time to arrive at my vantage point as
Helen was just answering his question about what she thought with her
new-found sexual freedom. She waxed enthusiastic and told him how being
with him had opened something inside her that she didn't want closed -
ever! She went on to say that she just couldn't seem to get enough and I
nodded to myself at that - our sex life had taken flight since she started
sharing herself with other men.

Jonno suggested that if she felt that way maybe they could do something
about it.

She looked at him quizzically. "Recovering that quickly lover?" she asked.

"I wish" he said. He then went on to suggest that he set up a situation
where she could take on a few guys.

When pressed for details he told her that he could arrange for any number
of guys she wanted and all he'd need was a day or so notice. She was
hesitant and expressed a combination of desire to try a gang bang but
concern that she couldn't handle it or that word would get back to me. With
a wave he dismissed her worries with the explanation that he'd watched her
when she'd taken on both him and Liam and he'd never seen a woman so hot.
He explained that his friends were not likely to know me as we come from
different social circles but if she wanted he could screen them for any
known links to my activities such as tennis, squash, touch football etc. At
this last she bit her lip nervously and nodded.

Jonno was ready to go again by this point but Helen looked with apparent
regret at the time and told him he'd better be going. She said that
although she'd love to feel him inside her again that time had gotten away
from them. As he dressed they made arrangements for her to go to his place
straight from work when I was next to play. The cover story was that she
was going to a girlfriends place and he'd line up five guys (including
Liam) for her.

Later that night we made love and she was especially hot and two days later
she told me over breakfast that she'd see me after tennis as she was going
to Andrea's house after work. I tried to act nonchalant as my heart beat
faster at the thought that the next time I saw my beautiful girlfriend in
our home that six guys (including Jonno) will have feasted on her
considerable charms.

I had no way of following her to Jonno's unobserved or (even if I did
manage it) getting to view the action so I had to content myself with my
imagination and hand until I left for tennis that night. I was able to
focus on my game enough to scrape in a win against sub-standard opposition
and I raced home hoping for a naughty and a "fantasy" story from Helen. To
my dismay she barely let me touch her but in hindsight she was probably
sore from all the attention. She was quiet for a couple of days actually so
I could only imagine the paces they had put her through.

When she did tell me the story about how she'd taken on not six but eight
guys I went wild. We had been making love at the time but when she
described taking on one guy after another at "this guy's place" I just went
off and fucked her as furiously as I've ever done. She spoke of being in a
darkened bedroom as eight guys entered one at a time and took their turn
with her. She said none of them wore condoms and she could feel their cum
inside her, tricking down the crack of her bottom and wetting the sheets.
She described how each of them felt as their cocks twitched inside her, she
spoke of licking each of them clean afterwards and how two of them were
uncircumcised. She told me of their varying styles, from roughly pinching
her nipples to gently caressing her naked body and licking her from top to
toe. She enthused over her description of how she thought of me as she lay
with her legs wrapped around one of the men, feeling his enormous cock
touching parts of her I could never reach and knowing that she would want
him again. She lost track of how many times she came but said that at one
point it felt like she was just having one continuous orgasm.

As we lay in the afterglow I commented about the realism of her stories of
late and commented that it's almost like they really happened. With a
nervous sounding laugh all she said was; "You wish".


From barak@ozemail.com.au Sat Feb 22 14:59:18 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Helen 6 (Infidelity)
From: "Noel" <barak@ozemail.com.au>
Date: 22 Feb 1997 19:59:18 GMT


It had been a bad nights sleep due to the heat. This hasn't been much of a
Summer (yet) but the weather really had managed to turn it on for a couple
of days. Laying naked and half covered by just a sheet I resolved to get up
and maybe take a run along the beach. Helen lay peacefully beside - one
nipple exposed. I could feel my manhood stir but decided against seeing if
she was interested in a dawnbuster. We had fucked like rabbits the night
before and in spite of my ability to hold off cumming indefinitely she had
coaxed a couple of loads of sperm out of me and in return she had had
(seemingly) one massive, continuous orgasm.

I got out of bed and slipped shorts and sandals on and with a final
backward glance at Helen bathed in the moonlight that splashed across her I
left the house. It was still dark but the full moon made for high
visibility as I slowly jogged along the cold sand with only the crashing of
waves for company. I finished my run by having a quick swim before heading
home.

Helen was still asleep so I pottered around until 7:00. When she did
surface she was wearing just a bikini and a smile. We had arranged to go to
the beach with a heap of our friends this day and we had planned to meet
about 8:00. We had breakfast and I grabbed my surfboard as I'd noticed that
the waves weren't too had and should improve once the tide changed.

Down the beach we met up with the group and this included Jeff, Darren,
James and Geoff (from the party gang bang). All the guys had their eyes all
over Helen and while they didn't lick their lips or leap on her you
wouldn't need to be Einstein to figure out what was on their minds. Her
bikini consisted of a g-string or thong type and a skimpy top that barely
held her beautiful breasts in place and she "innocently" was giving them
good shots of her. After a full day down the beach the group finally
dissipated leaving just Jeff, Darren and James with Helen and I as we
prepared to leave. Many of the others had further to travel than Helen and
I so we could afford to linger at the beach longer. Geoff had gone home
with Toni. We went back to the house and after a light easy meal of chicken
and salad we put on a video. We were all having a drink and I suppose that
with the poor sleep of the night before, the day in the sun and ocean and
the Bailies sloshing around in me I was pretty well zonked. I made my
apologies and went to bed.

I had no intention of going to sleep as I had a good idea what the guys
would be hoping for and Helen had not shown anything to make me think she
was settling down. They had been sniffing around Helen and she had been
lapping up the attention and even engaged in some flirting laced with
sexual innuendo.

Well with "the best laid plans..." and all that the next thing I knew was
that I was awoken by a yell. I was pretty groggy and very tired as I had
just started to get into a deep sleep. After collecting my wits I quietly
padded out into the hallway to see what had woken me. Helen had not been
beside me so it was with growing excitement that I quietly made my way to
the loungeroom. Looking from the darkness the scene that greeted me washed
away the last traces of sleep and started my blood racing.

Helen was on her knees with Jeff thrusting into her from behind. I could
see tears trickling down that angelic face as she almost growled at him to
fuck her. He obviously didn't have a problem with that as they both thrust
at each other with only grunts and the slapping of naked skin to accompany
them. I wondered at the tears and the shout that had roused me until the
penny dropped - he wasn't in her wink but her ass (or arse)!

James sat naked on the couch with his flaccid but glistening cock bearing
mute evidence that he'd already been with my girl. Darren knelt beside her
with a raging hard-on as his hands were all over her hanging tits and hard
nipples while Jeff worked towards spraying his first load ever in Helen's
butt. Once he had driven his cock as deep in her as he could and with a
grunt released his load he withdrew to have Darren take his place as Helen
took her second ever man with her ass.

James was ready again and after some shifting of positions he ended up in a
69 position with her while Darren still pumped into her nether-region. It
was awkward so James settled for a birds-eye view and used a finger on her
clit while Helen worked his cock with her mouth as best she could while
meeting the thrusts of Darren. They continued with occasional changes in
routine until Helen stopped them to announce that she wanted to try
something.

She had Jeff lay down and she straddled him, his cock easily slipping into
her sopping wink. Next she urged Darren to work himself into her butt as
she  lay forward on Jeff. While this was happening her and Jeff shared a
deep, lingering kiss. Then she had James bring his hardness to her mouth.
There before me was the love of my life having her first tripple-fuck! They
were disjointed at first and had trouble with rhythm but eventually they
established a pattern.

Eventually they were all fucked out and they downed a few wine coolers.
Helen raved about the night and said how she'd never been stuffed with so
much "man-meat". James was soon hard again but she said she couldn't go
again. She told them of our frenzied fuck-fest of the night before and said
she was still tender from me. That was nice and I'm glad she remembered!
She did, however, kiss with him while getting him off with her hand. It was
interesting watching her delicate hand working up and down that cock that
had so recently been inside her. He had cum a couple of times already so
the load he produced wasn't big. Helen licked it off her hand and cleaned
him with her mouth as Jeff tongued more than his own load out of her wink.

She told the guys they could stay the night but she was off to bed. I
quietly made my way back to feign sleep. I think they were all kissing her
goodnight as it was another 10 minutes or so before my well creamed love
joined me.

Another interesting morning followed. I returned from the beach where I had
taken a run. Darren wasn't there yet when I'd left all the guys were fast
asleep. The bathroom was occupied and Helen wasn't in bed. I lay down
across the bed and almost drifted off until Helen's lips met mine. There
was the unmistakable scent and taste of sperm on her lips and tongue and we
ended up fucking on the bed. We didn't even bother closing the door. I know
that Darren had been in the bathroom with Helen sucking him to release so I
knew that he could hear us. If any of the others had been awake by this
time they'd have heard us too. To me this seemed fitting (and arousing) but
no more so than watching my girlfriend take three of my friends at once.