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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Helping Hand (MMF, wife, bi, cuck, intr, bd, cd) by Fred Madison (mvronsky@altavista.co.uk) *** A husband suspects his wife of cheating on him, only to find that his fears are justified. *** Helen worked for a small firm of accountants in town. She'd been there around six years and was well liked and respected within the organization. Her role was Administration Manager and she looked after a modest department of secretaries and administrative staff. Normally, she worked 9 to 5. She returned home punctually at 5:40 pm or perhaps 5:50 pm on a busy day. I myself usually got home earlier and so was always there to greet Helen when she arrived home. Recently though, she'd been getting in later and later. No explanations were forthcoming and I felt unable to ask because she would get irritable if I sought a reason for her lateness. At this point I need to briefly explain an episode that occurred some months ago that had changed things somewhat for us. When on holiday in Hamburg, Helen had partaken of two young German studs in a sex club. She had really enjoyed herself and experienced things with them that had only previously been dreams and fantasies for her. Ever since, she'd adopted a rather dominant bearing with me. Though at the time, her indulgence with the two men had tremendously excited me, I now wished it had never happened because I would often feel somehow edgy in my own house. Especially as regards Helen's social and work arrangements. That information was now off-limits to me. Since then, sex for me had been limited to the occasional hand-job from Helen (when she was in a particularly good mood) and sometimes I was allowed to give her oral sex or watch her with her vibrators and dildos. We had not actually had intercourse for months. Most nights I slept in the spare bedroom as Helen complained she could not sleep properly with me in the same bed as her. Now she was regularly getting in late, I was worried. Although I had insane, secret wanking sessions with the thought of what she might possibly be doing, the reality of her actually having some form of extra-marital activity was too much to accept. This particular night, Helen got in just before 9pm. She walked through the door and went straight upstairs without saying hello or announcing her arrival at all. I heard her go into her room and shut the door. Time passed incredibly slowly as I waited patiently for her to come down. She did not. Half an hour later I crept up the stairs and listened at her door. Silence. I opened the door with great care making no sound. I poked my head through the door and in the dim light, I saw that Helen was fast asleep on the bed. She lay on her back, fully dressed on top of the covers. I stepped inside the dark room, listening carefully for her soft breathing pattern to change and alert me that she was waking up. She continued her soft breathing, deep in sleep. As I moved to the side of the bed, I suddenly noticed that she was not wearing the clothes she wore for work in the morning. She was wearing a tight white blouse and a short white skirt with a split down the back. It was some sort of shiny material like PVC. She was also wearing stockings. On the floor, lay some high-heeled shoes that she'd kicked off. I recalled that morning, I had seen her with a small suitcase, which I'd presumed was full of documents. Obviously not. My whole body was trembling from the suspicion of her apparent disloyalty. I remained as calm as possible so as not to wake her. I'd have a lot of explaining to do if she caught me sneaking around in her room - she would not speak to me for days. Just before I went to leave the room, she moved her position in the bed. I froze. She'd turned on her side a little towards me. Her skirt had ridden up slightly. I bent down to look at her black stocking tops. As I stretched my eyes to see in the dark, I noticed that she wasn't wearing any knickers! I looked closer still to see her dark pubic hair. Suddenly, a globule of white liquid slowly dribbled out of her vagina and ran down between her thighs. I sniffed gently and caught the unmistakable smell of sperm. She moved again and more oozed out of her. She gave a gentle sigh and went on sleeping. I left the room. Nothing was said the next morning other than 'hello darling' and 'did you sleep well.' I was pleasant and polite and did not bring up the incident, even though I had spent a sleepless night of resentment and apprehension. As she walked out the door to go to work, I noticed that she did not have her little suitcase. The day passed without significant event and when I arrived home I felt I may have made a mistake last night and there was probably some rational explanation for my wife's seemingly strange behaviour. When she arrived home at 5.40pm we had dinner together and watched TV. Things were quite agreeable and we even shared a few stories about our day. Later on, when we were getting ready for bed, Helen was in the bathroom and I realized I needed a new duvet cover, which was in a drawer in her bed. I went into her room and got the cover out the drawer. Just before I closed the drawer, I noticed a folded slip of paper down the side. I opened it up and recognized Helen's handwriting. The note said: Paul - (his phone number). I folded it back up and kept it in my hand. I returned to the spare room and made my bed. When I heard Helen finish in the bathroom and go to her room I followed her in. She looked at me as if to say 'what the hell are you doing?' I held the note in front of her. "What is this?" I said in a low voice. "Oh it's nothing, a guy from work. I needed to call him about something." "I don't believe you." "You don't have to!" she shouted. "Look Helen, I've been as mature as I can about things here lately, but you coming in late and me finding notes like this. What am I supposed to think?" She looked directly into my eyes and smiled. "I thought we had a little understanding." "Yes... I know but - this is real Helen. I'd at least like to know where you're going and who with!" "I'm afraid that's none of your business," she said calmly. Already Helen was completely in control of this situation and I felt I was in the wrong and I should just shut up. But I remembered my bitterness in bed the other night and could not face another night like that without at least saying something. "Well I'm not happy at all. I'd like to know what's going on," I said weakly. "Would you. Would you like to know?" she said smiling. "Yes," I said. She paused for a minute and just stared at me. She looked me up and down and kept a subtle but spiteful smirk on her face. "OK. I've been seeing this guy called Paul for a couple of weeks. I met him at a club out with Judith. I've been seeing him at his house." My hands started shaking and she snatched the note out of my hands. "What? I don't believe I'm hearing this." "I told you in Hamburg that I'd have my own boyfriends occasionally. This is one of them." "I didn't think you really meant it." "Well I did." I felt utterly pathetic that my wife was getting her sex elsewhere now. No wonder she didn't want intercourse with me anymore. "Have you been sleeping together?" I asked mindlessly. "If you mean have we been fucking together - then yes we have," she growled. I bowed my head. "If it's any consolation," she said, "I won't be seeing him anymore. He's only a young lad about twenty-five or something. He's nice, but not anything to write home about. It was just a bit of excitement having a fit young lad lusting over me. But his cock's nothing special - a hell of a lot bigger than yours of course - but nothing of any use to me. Not compared to those lovely Germans boys. Anyway I finished with Paul last night. I won't be seeing him anymore." A tear escaped down my cheek and I felt completely feeble in front of my beautiful wife who was now calling all the shots. I couldn't look her in the eye. "Shall I pack my bags and leave?" I said. "Don't be silly. That's ridiculous! You knew this was going to happen sooner of later. It doesn't mean the end of us though. I'm not going to leave you. We have a good thing here. Keep each other company, respectable jobs, nice house - it's very convenient. And I still care about you." I burst into tears not knowing what to think anymore. She put her arms around me and hugged me to her. She kissed my forehead and stroked the back of my head like a baby. "Sleep in here with me tonight," she said gesturing to the bed. "Come on, get your things off and let's get you into bed." I took my clothes off and got into bed without a word. She put her white silk nightie on and snuggled in next to me. I was in a strange limbo land somewhere between anguish and bliss. I felt totally blank, as if I could not even think without her. She cradled me in her arms and kissed my cheek. Then she did something she'd done once before just after Hamburg, without saying a word. She produced a tube of KY jelly and still cradling me with one arm, applied some tenderly to my ass hole. She then produced a little rubber butt plug and gently but purposefully inserted it into me. "There we are now. You're all mine. Go to sleep for me now." I squirmed a little and she put her hand across both my buttocks to still me. The palm of her hand rested between my buttocks and she gently patted my ass, ensuring the plug was firmly in place. Which it was. Eventually I did fall into a deep blissful sleep with the intrusion in me all night. But I was safe with Helen next to me. It was her will and not to be questioned after all. In the morning, I brought Helen tea and toast in bed. She sat up and smiled broadly at me, stroking my hand as I placed the tray on her lap. We sat together and talked for a short while. She looked as bright and young as I had seen her for ages. I felt confused but happy that my Helen was allowing me into her life again. She finished her breakfast and put the tray on the floor. "I have a proposition for you darling," she said. "It's rather strange but you just might like it." I frowned slightly but then smiled at her. "Go on, tell me." Helen lowered herself down the bed and started stroking my chest and nipples. She whispered into my ear. "You know I have a liking for large men. Well, large cocks to be more specific. Well there's a black guy at the club Judith and I go to. His name's Ray. He's something of a ladies man by all accounts. I was talking to a girl called Katie at the club last week who used to go out with him. We got chatting. She told me that he uses women purely for his pleasure and is very arrogant, but has the biggest cock she's ever seen and he knows how to use it." Helen kissed me on the cheek. She reached down and felt my penis was erect. She smiled at me and kissed me again. She started gently wanking me. "He was a bastard with her from day one, and she knew it. But she went out with him for five solid months because she loved getting fucked silly by his monster dick. She'd never had anything like it. The first time they screwed, it took him ten minutes to get it in she told me, inch by inch. From that moment on, she'd orgasm three or four times every time they fucked. She worshipped him and did exactly as she was told - slave to the pleasures of his giant cock." Helen was furiously wanking my little dick now and I summoned up all my powers to refrain for coming. "Katie's never been the same since, " Helen laughed, "she actually warned me off him because 'once you've tried black, you never go back'. I told her to put a word in for me anyway. I'm going to the club tonight darling is that OK? I want to meet him. Can I go darling?" At that moment I could hold back no longer. I ejaculated all over the place as Helen continued to wank me. "Can I go then? I want to meet Ray. Can I go tonight?" I moaned and shuddered with ecstasy. Helen smiled tenderly at me as she milked the last dribbles of cum from me. She let my cock go soft in her hand and then patted it gently before whispering into my ear, "I'll take that as a Yes." Helen got up from the bed and got her work things together. She also packed a little case with some other clothes. Just before she left she came back into the room and again whispered into my ear: "Don't wait up for me. And clean my room up before you go to work. And don't let me catch you in here again." She swirled out of the room. My heart sank as I listened to her go down the stairs and out through the front door. She left me in the bed sprawled over the duvet, the fresh cum over my thighs and stomach. That day was a blur of anxiety and tremendous nervous tension. I just about held it together at work and dashed home with the feint hope that she might have changed her mind and would be sat in front of the TV drinking coffee. When I arrived home, the house was in darkness. There was no one there. I made myself some dinner and read a book for a little while. I was so tired from the strain of worry that I simply had to go to bed. Before I went up stairs I poured myself an extra large brandy and downed the lot. That would at least guarantee sleep. I crept up to the spare room, undressed and climbed under the soft covers. I drifted into a strange, bottomless sleep. After an unknown time, I was awoken suddenly by the creak of the bedroom door opening. It was Helen. Light streamed in through the door and blinded me for a moment. She tottered into the room, under the influence of alcohol and wearing the sluttiest clothes I had ever seen her wear - a tight black rubber mini skirt, seamed stockings, white patent stilettos, and a white silk blouse under which she was wearing her white see-thru bra. She was also heavily made up with thick eyeliner, blusher and glossy, red, cock-sucking lipstick. "Hello darling. How've you been tonight? Sleep well?" "I had an early night. What time is it?" "That's so like you darling," she laughed. "It's half past three. I've had a wonderful night. But there's someone downstairs I want you to meet." "What! At this time... is Judith staying over again?" She shook her head. "Well who then?" I exclaimed. I looked at her and she smiled at me. "It's Ray. He's downstairs. I've told him all about you. And your little problems." I froze in the bed. She tilted her head back and laughed softly. Suddenly, a serious look came over her face. "Listen, this is what I want. Do you want to please me? Do you want to stay with me?" "Yes Helen. Don't say that. You know I want to stay with you." "Well do as I say then," she snarled. "I've brought Ray round to meet you. Just so we all understand each other." I looked at her closely. By now, I had totally woken up. All traces of lethargy had left me entirely. I looked into Helen's eyes. She was not joking. She wanted me to get dressed and come downstairs to meet Ray. "I'd better get dressed and come down then," I remarked humbly. "Yes. But I think it would be nice if you put these on." She gave me a neatly folded pile of her clothes. Little white panties, her white silk nightie and some white heels, like she had on. I looked at her with my mouth open. "Oh yes and let's get some lipstick on you. We can't have Ray seeing you like that." She took hold of my chin, shut my mouth and applied some of her red lipstick to my lips and then proceeded to line my eyes with black liner and apply a little pink blush to my cheeks. "There we are - now come on and get these clothes on right now." I stood from the bed and slipped into the little panties and nightie. I felt ridiculous and pathetic. I stepped into the heels and stood in front of my wife. She looked at me and smiled. She nodded her approval and then took my hand and led me downstairs. I had no time to think. In a blur, I was marched straight into the front room and toward the sofa, on which, was sat a very large black gentleman. "I've heard a lot about you my friend," said Ray in a deep, thick voice. "Come over here and sit next to me for a minute." I looked at Helen and she just nodded, her eyes suggesting that I'd better do as I was told. I walked slowly over in my heels and nightie and sat down next to Ray. He was a huge man. Though he was sitting I estimated that he must stand six foot six at least. He was wearing soft black cotton trousers and a black shirt. His leather jacket was on the side of the arm. There was a very masculine smell about him and I felt almost as meek in front of him as I did my wife. "You know what I've got in here?" he asked touching his cock through his trousers." I shook my head foolishly, incapable of any sort of speech whatsoever. "In here is a very large, thick cock. The sort of cock that most women only ever see on porno films. But this is very real. Your wife wants it inside her. I've fucked a lot of women with it. Housewives, college girls, sluts, business women, cleaning ladies, widows, fat chicks - pretty much most kinds of women. But they all do the same thing. They worship it," he said pointing to the bulge in his trousers. "Every woman wants a really big cock inside her at least once. When they get it, they want more. Word spreads. Some women dream about it day after day. That's why I'm here now. Your wife wants a big black cock to show her whose boss. I'm going to go upstairs and squeeze this into her tight pussy. She tells me that she wants you to watch. Is that what you want too?" A powerful desire to simply run in the opposite direction came over me. But I could not. I stood still. Ray lifted himself in the seat slightly and pulled his trousers down. He was not wearing any underwear. I stared at the enormous penis lying languid but noble against my sofa. Though he was not erect or excited in any way. But even so, it was a thick, dark, magnificent black cock. I feared what it would look like when aroused and how undisciplined my wife would probably become. "Yes I... I'd like to watch," I said in a trance. Helen walked slowly over to me, kissed me on the cheek and told me to go into the kitchen and make herself and Ray a drink. I was told to put it on a tray and leave it outside Helen's bedroom door, where I would then wait to be admitted into the room. Without further ado, Helen and Ray, hand in hand, went upstairs and disappeared into her room. I listened for a moment from downstairs and heard gentle laughter and much rustling about. I made the drinks - a brandy for Ray and a vodka and orange for Helen. When I arrived outside the bedroom door with tray I knocked lightly on the door and said 'your drinks are here when you're ready - I can bring them in or leave them outside.' I heard Helen laugh. "Why thank you," said Ray from inside the room, "come on in, and serve our drinks." I did not know what to expect. What scene would meet me behind that door. What would they be doing? I turned the handle and walked slowly inside. Helen was lay spread-eagled on the bed face down. Her hands were cuffed to the iron head stead and her feet were similarly tied to the posts at the base of the bed. She was still wearing her heels. I halted on the spot and just stared. Ray stood beside her completely naked and massaging his growing penis. "Your wife has expressed an interest in bondage," he affirmed. "Also an attraction to a little corrective punishment - bottom spanking. I'm going to make her lovely white ass red raw before I go inside." Helen moaned approval from the bed. "Put Helen's drink on the bedside table and bring mine to me," he said. I did as I was instructed. "From now on, this is a fantasy room only and I'm in charge," said Ray. "You go and sit on that chair in the corner while I punish this slut. I'm going to let you watch me belt her and then fuck her. Then you will leave us in peace. OK?" "Yes Ray," I said. I sat in the corner, still wearing the nightie, panties and heels and was as quiet as a mouse while Ray stood looking at my wife, wanking his cock which had now grown to an incredible size stuck out in front of him. He walked over to his trousers folder over a chair and slipped the belt from between the hoops. "Now, you little slut. You want a big black cock in you?" "Oh yes please Ray. I'll do anything. I am yours." "You want a proper fucking with a big black dick. Want your cunt widened?" he stroked the cock in front of her eyes. Helen's eyes bulged. It was her first good look at it. She could not hide her excitement and trembled at the sight of it. "Oh yes please I do." "Then I'm going to give you a belting. It's just something I like to do to instill a sense of respect. When it's finished, your ass is mine all night OK?" Helen let out a little whimper. This seemed to be an episode that had been discussed between the two of them to some extent. But it did not detract from the drama of what was about to happen. My cock got hard instantly and I was afraid I would shoot before anything occurred. Without a word, Ray brought the belt down hard across Helen's protruding white buttocks. Crack. Before she could cry out - another swift blow on her ass. Helen wailed with pain and joy. "This is my ass Helen. All mine. I want it red before I go into you." She could not speak through the red-hot pain that seared through her buttocks. Ray needed no further encouragement. He gave six more hard blows with the broad leather belt - her buttocks now glowing red. She cried into the pillow and hot tears muffled her whimpering and howling. A few more strikes and she was lost in a flood of throbbing rapture. "That's a good girl," said Ray. "Now all we need is a little cream to soothe your pink buttocks and maybe even juice you up so I can fit inside you. Come over here young man," he boomed pointing to me without looking at me. I hurried over in my heels being mindful not to fall and stood beside him looking down at my wife's stinging crimson ass. My cock was hard in the little panties and I was extremely near the point of no return. "I want you to jack off over her ass and rub it in. Be sure to rub some over her cunt too so I can ease myself in." I stood immobile. Unsure whether this was some teasing game. My fingers went to my stiff little dick and played around it lightly. "If you don't hurry up and squirt over her, I'll have to force this in her," he gripped his cock, "and without and lube she may get ripped open. It's happened before." With that, Ray took hold of the side of my panties and tore them off. My cock sprang up and I immediately took hold of it. I moved closer to Helen's ass and started wanking furiously over it. "My, my, that certainly is a little thing you have there. It's like a young boys. You guys shouldn't marry horny ladies like this slut. She'll never treat you right if you can't keep her satisfied." Ray placed his hand over my buttocks and rubbed them with his palm very gently. "Come on boy, do it for Helen." Within seconds, I shot my load all across her buttocks and up the small of her back. With my penis still spasming I quickly rubbed the sperm into her buttocks. She screamed out with pain. Ray smacked my bottom and told me to be more careful with her freshly beaten ass. I gently massaged the sperm into her buttocks and slightly inside her vagina opening. It was very, very wet already and I doubted she needed lubricating at all. I dared not say a thing however. "Good now go over and sit in your chair," said Ray finally. I positioned myself back in the chair and sat fatigued but nevertheless thrilled at the prospect of what was now going to happen. "Have I been a good girl," came the tiny voice from Helen. "Yes. And now you're going to get what you deserve," said Ray kneeling onto the bed behind her. He positioned himself over her and rubbed his mighty penis over her buttocks. She quivered with delight and arched her back to press her buttocks harder against his erection. He continued rubbing himself between her buttocks. The sight of this huge ebony cock nestling between my wife's plush, white cheeks was too much. I almost shot my load there and then. "That's a beautiful ass you've got. And a gorgeous little asshole too. But I don't think I'll ever get in there," he laughed. "Maybe next time I'll bring my friend along to help out. He's got nice long one. With that rooted right up you I think you'll go frantic you little tart. You'll love it. But we'll save that for next time." Ray moved back a little on the bed and positioned the crown of his cock at her entrance. He pushed it slowly into her. She groaned deeply. The head schlupped inside. He pushed more and let another few inches into her. Her fingers grasped at the bed. She wriggled about as if suddenly trying to escape her fate in a panic. Ray brushed his hand through her hair. "There, there. There's nowhere to go. Just relax and let me fill you up. And then, when I'm all the way in, you'll be mine." He pushed more and with each careful thrust, more of her cunt was filled with glistening black meat. Helen emitted a bizarre pattern of whines and moans as the process of filling her up continued. My cock was beginning to get hard again. With a final push Ray got his entire cock inside my wife. She squirmed on the bed, unable to avoid the sensation of total possession. "There we are. Now be a good girl while I enjoy myself." Ray then withdrew the thick cock from her - her lips stretching to capacity and sucking tight around his huge shaft. He withdrew nearly the whole ten inches and then smoothly, ever so smoothly, drove it back inside her. Again. Again he withdrew and then thrust back inside. Helen's vagina sucking desperately at the intruder inside her but with no control over the might of Ray's massive organ. Helen began wriggling desperately on the bed. Ray clutched her arms with his and held her in place. He shouted at her to keep still. He picked up his tempo and began fucking her harder. She screamed and shook violently as he persistently probed her. "I'm cumming!! I'm cumming!!" she wailed. "Already baby? OK let it all go, it'll make things better." She quaked all over and let out another shriek of euphoria as an orgasm rushed through her body. Ray released his hold on her arms a little, now her vagina was getting hungry for more. She did not resist. She forced her wanton white ass back onto him with his every thrust until she was in complete harmony with his majestic strokes. He started to lightly spank her bottom as he fucked her. This seemed to increase her excitement. "Don't stop Ray. Fuck me forever. I want this I want you in me. Stretch me!" "I'm going to have you all night. Fill you with cream. Fuck you again. I want you to drink me all up too. I want this pussy wide open for me for next time." "Cream me baby. Come in me. It's all yours." Ray started grunting and battered his giant cock into Helen's overwhelmed cunt viciously. This went on and on. It was mesmerizing. Helen simply abandoned herself to him and cried rhythmically while he banged and banged into her. Eventually, finally, victoriously, Ray roared out as he fucked brutally into her and ejaculated deeply into her pulsing vagina. Helen shook again racked with a massive orgasm as the pulsing black cock twitched and throbbed inside her, filling her with prime masculine seed. He lay over her. Her beautiful white body crushed by Ray's huge black bulk, his softening cock still possessing her. She wept into her pillow and stroked Ray's thigh with her nails. "Don't leave me Ray. I'll be your special fuck. I'll do anything... anything for you." I couldn't believe my wife was talking in this way. She'd only met him hours before at the club. Now he seemed to own her. And she wanted to be owned by him. "I'll rest up for half an hour," he sighed. "Then I want you again. Hands and knees next time. Really get it all up you that way." "Oh yes.. yes.. anything Ray. I'm so happy. I feel like a real woman. Do you like me Ray? Do I please you?" "Just lie back down," he said gently removing his cock from her. Sperm oozed out of her and dribbled between her thighs. Helen obediently lay back down. Ray released her from her bondage and deftly turned her over to lay her drowsy form on her back. He whispered something into Helen's ear. She said 'yes.' Then Ray walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "I need you to lend a helping hand. I want you to get over there and lick your wife's pussy clean for me. She's full of my cum. It needs cleaning out." I'd dreamt about moments like this, but now it was happening I was uncertain whether I would like it or not. Ray's hand remained on my shoulder, gripping it ever so slightly. I got up and walked over to Helen. I knelt on the bed between her legs and took a good look at her pussy. It was red and swollen. A miniature waterfall of fresh, buttery sperm leaked out of her but no doubt there was still gallons left inside. I leant down between her legs and lapped my tongue over her lips. The tang of sperm hit the back of my throat and for an instant I was overwhelmed with the strong aroma of Ray's cum. I continued licking. Helen moaned gently and as she moved slightly, a pool of sperm trickled out of her and onto my lips. I opened my mouth and drank it down. It was a strange taste, though it did not make me wretch. I gulped it right down and felt it settle in the pit of my stomach. I moved my hands to Helen's vaginal lips and opened them wider. I lapped at her cunt like a hungry dog and began working my way around to clean the sperm from her. I poked my tongue inside and teased more from inside her. She clenched her buttocks and shoved her mound to my mouth. Another glob of spunk passed into my mouth and I readily drank it down. "Good boy," said Ray, "you're doing a fine job. Now finish up and get yourself into the spare room while I go and freshen up in the bathroom. Make sure you're gone by the time I get back." Then he left the room. For the first time in a while, I was alone with Helen. Her hand moved down the bed and stroked my head as I continued licking her clean. She played with my hair and moaned contentedly. No words were exchanged. It was unnecessary. I got her as clean as I could and then slowly moved to get up from the bed. But before I could get up, Helen grasped my arm to stop me. She then reached down to her side of the bed and produced the butt plug she had used on me before. I turned around and offered my ass to her. She lifted up the nightie and pulled my little knickers down. With her other hand she put her fingers into her vagina and got them good and wet with her own juices and the remnants of Ray's cum. She then smeared them around my asshole and poked one or two inside me. Finally, she squeezed the plug into my ass, all the way in until the wide plastic base was all that could be seen flush against my ass. She pulled the panties back up, adjusted my nightie and gave me a gentle pat on the bottom. I got up and left the room. I shut the door behind me and went into the spare room and got into bed, not daring to remove my new clothes. For the next hour or so, I listened to Helen and Ray's ferocious fucking sessions before I could take no more and succumbed to a sweaty, troubled sleep. Mercifully, by the time I woke up, Ray had already left, and I later heard Helen showering and then leave for work as normal. I was not in work that day and spent the entire morning in bed dozing. When I finally did get up I cleaned Helen's room, then my own, undressed from the heels, nightie and panties and had a good soak in the bath. When I went downstairs to make myself something to eat, there was a little note on the kitchen table. It read as follows: "Darling, thank you for last night. You were a good boy. I hope you enjoyed yourself half as much as I did. Ray thought you were a good sort too and said I was lucky to have such an understanding husband. I'm seeing him again tonight at his place. He said his friend might come along too. So I won't be back until tomorrow night. He's really not as bad as people make out. And he does have the most magnificent cock doesn't he! I'm already under his spell. Take care. Lots of love, Helen." END Feel free to drop me an email if you'd like to comment on my stories, or if like me, you have a wife who needs more than you can give: mvronsky@altavista.co.uk * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 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