Helping Hand

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