Uncovering Helena (3 page)
Authors: Kamilla Murphy
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, and 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.
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.
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, and 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.
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.
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