Steve apologized once again, but Helen told him not to be silly. Looking over at me in my black satin dressing gown, she said in a thoroughly business-like tone, “I came here today for a reason. I’m guessing that Steve likes whatever it is that you do, so I want you to teach me how to do it. I’ll pay you, if that’s what Steve does.”
My mouth went dry. She thought I was a hooker? I was taken aback at the thought of being paid for sex…and also a little titillated by it. My skin tingled. With a burst of energy, I agreed to take Helen on as my student. Of course, I had no idea how to teach someone to be good in bed. Should I begin with theory or technique?
Pacing the living room, I wondered how to begin. What qualities made for a good lover? What did I give Steve that made him feel so damned awesome? Eureka! “The only way to have really incredible sex is to be a truly desirous partner. Steve and I have great sex because we’re so hot for each other. Half the fun of it, for me, is watching Steve get off on me getting off on him. Do you know what I mean?”
Helen stared at me with a blank expression across her face. She had no idea what I was talking about. Steve understood. He told his wife, “I would never want to make love with you if you didn’t want it as well. There’s nothing sexy about that. The best part of it is in knowing your partner is really aroused by what you’re doing.”
When I asked Helen what turned her on, she seemed perplexed. She’d been focusing on other aspects of her life for so many years she’d pushed sex into some hidden corner of her consciousness. The solution was obvious. Helen didn’t need to figure out how to give Steve pleasure, she needed to remember how to receive it.
I whispered in Steve’s ear. He whispered back. She looked on. We conspired to help Helen remember how good sex can feel. When we shared our plan with her, she 94
was only too happy to go along. We were going to stimulate her so generously she’d beg Steve for more.
I ran to the bedroom to grab a vibrator and some lube. By the time I got back to the living room, Steve had already stripped his wife of her silk scarf and used it to cover her eyes. With Helen standing in front of my sofa, Steve and I removed her suit jacket and her pants. Her clothing held the aroma of cigarettes, but her hair and her skin smelled of elegant perfume. Getting in behind her, I ran my hands along her arms. I touched her breasts and her stomach overtop of her silky blouse. Steve grabbed her legs. He squeezed her ass. I watched as he rubbed his fingers against his wife’s mound, stimulating her clit over her sensible underwear.
Slowly, I unbuttoned her blouse, touching the skin underneath with my fingertips.
No easy task, considering I was standing behind her. Her matronly bra would be easier.
As I unclasped it, Steve removed her underwear. The heat from her back warmed my front. She was naked now, except for the gold chain around her neck. I knew exactly where to start. Women love nuzzled necks. When I leaned in and kissed the chain around hers, her knees buckled. She fell backwards onto the sofa, with me to cushion her fall.
As she landed in my lap, I thought I’d be crushed. I was wrong. She was heavy, but not too heavy. In fact, there was something pleasing about her weight on my body.
Her ass pressed on my thighs. She was hot. She was buck bare. What else could I do?
I ran my hands around her full, naked breasts. Her body seized in response. She needed to relax, and what could relax a girl better than some good vibrations? I told Steve to rev up my favourite toy. A good vibe is a good investment.
I cupped Helen’s breasts while Steve slathered her pussy lips in lube. He massaged his wife’s mound with the wet stuff on his fingers until she started moaning a little bit. Time to squeeze her big boobs together. I glanced over her shoulder as she slid a touch toward Steve. The sight of her full cleavage was really turning me on, and I could feel my own nipples harden against her back.
Steve fired up the large cock-shaped vibe as he sat up on the sofa beside us.
When he set the bad boy length-wise against his wife’s pussy lips she reacted positively, to say the least. Helen wriggled as I played with her huge tits. She pushed her whole body up against the raging vibrator, which gave me a chance to get my legs into a more comfortable position. Steve rubbed the vibe against Helen’s clit. She moaned louder. As she writhed against it, her nice butt inadvertently massaged my drooling pussy. I pinched the woman’s nipples. I twisted them and she cried out. I told Steve to rub harder with the vibe. The harder he rubbed, the more Helen thrust against it. The more she thrust, the greater the sensation of her fleshy ass against my clit.
“I want you, Steve!” Helen cried.
We hadn’t expected our plan to work so fast. I smiled at Steve. Leaning back against my deep sofa with Helen still on top of me, I motioned for him to position himself in front of his wife. When I removed the silk scarf veiling her eyes, Helen growled. She grabbed her husband and kissed him wildly. I admit, my heart sank a little bit when she seized his hard cock. It had become delightfully familiar over the past few months. His body had been mine to play with, but it wasn’t mine to keep.
Helen pulled on her husband’s cock as he crept closer and closer to her. I couldn’t watch when he rammed it in her wet pussy. Bad enough I had to hear their 96
contented sighs. I thought this might be a good time to duck out, but when I tried to escape from under the couple, I found myself stuck. A pang of claustrophobic jealousy hit, but it didn’t last long. Really, how could I be unhappy? I was getting absolutely trampled by the fornicating duo on top of me but, boy, did it feel good! Every time Steve lunged forward into his wife, the motion of her ass thrilled my clit. I rubbed myself against her bare butt. Between she and me, my satin dressing gown massaged my pussy lips. I was getting more out of this than I ever would have imagined.
With one hand on Helen’s breast, I stroked the woman’s clit. I could feel Steve’s slippery cock diving between my greedy little fingers as he penetrated his wife. They both gasped. Steve thrust with renewed intensity. The pressure on my clit was indescribable as our combined efforts brought the revitalized woman to a loud and frenzied climax. As she bounced on my body, I wrapped my feet around her open legs.
Her butt really gave it to my juicy pussy. I grabbed her boobs to keep her going. I never imagined I could get off on a man’s curvy wife’s ass, but the proof is in the orgasm. I came like crazy, rubbing my clit on her bouncing body.
When Helen and I had both quieted down, Steve pulled out of his exhausted wife. I figured he must have come too, but I was wrong. He placed his wet cock in my hand. Getting a tight grip, I tugged until it shot hot cum. Steve’s healthy white jism landed across Helen’s breasts. It dripped down her curvaceous belly as she laughed riotously.
“Ah, my husband!” she said, leaning forward to kiss his lips. I couldn’t watch.
Helen was crushing me. I had to get out from under her.
They dressed in front of me. I wrapped my robe tighter around my little body as I watched. Helen told me I was a great teacher, but I refused to take her money. I’d taught a woman to find pleasure in her body. I ought to feel great about myself. Why was I so apprehensive? What did I think would happen after they left? Well, I wouldn’t continue seeing Steve. That went without saying. Now that our affair was out in the open, it wasn’t even that appealing an idea anyway. Putting on a false smile, I proclaimed Helen cured of her affliction and sent her home in her husband’s care.
I watched as they walked out to the driveway and loaded his bicycle into the trunk of her car. There was something about the interactions of married people that made me feel uneasy. Maybe it was the knowledge that they would never be a single entity. Even during sex, which ought to be the ultimate joining of man and wife into one being, there were always external factors at play. They would never know each other fully and completely. Helen had discovered one of Steve’s secrets that day, but there would always be more beneath the surface. She had her share too, no doubt.