Uncovering Helena Read Free

into the house to do it?  Frankly I wasn’t sure
which one would bother me the most; seeing them fuck or having my imagination
fill in the blanks just as I have been doing since the New Year’s Eve party.
During these troubling ruminations Lionel suddenly asked his
wife if he could call “Maria.”  The only Maria I knew was Bethany Moore’s
best friend Maria Mendoza.  As Lionel went into the house to ostensibly
make the call my puzzled brain tried to figure out what was going on.  I
sat there in front of my laptop and watched the two women gazing at each other
strangely, wondering what kind of silent communication was going on between
them.  My cock wilted but not before wetting my briefs with what felt like
a lot of pre-cum.
After a minute or two of silence, Helena sat up on the edge
of her lounge chair and commented to Ginnie how lucky she was to have such a
unique marriage of “love and trust.”  Love and trust?  Lucky? 
The guy openly touched other men’s wives (in the least he touched mine) and
screwed a teenage girl when his wife was away, and Helena thought their
marriage was built on love and trust?  She had to be joking.
Ginnie sat up too and said, “I am lucky,” emphasizing
the word am, as she reached out to take Helena’s hand in hers.  That’s
when they leaned toward each other and kissed, no less passionately than the
preceding kiss between husband and wife.  When their lips parted, one of
them whispered something and they stood and walked toward the pool. 
Seeing the two topless women holding hands and so close together really
accentuated their physical differences.  Ginnie was at least a foot taller
than Helena and with her A-cup breasts and non-existent hips, not nearly as
sensually appealing, at least to me.
Together they jumped into the pool and then came together for
another long kiss.  Some below the waterline fumbling went on and I knew
their bikini bottoms were coming off long before they threw them toward the
lounge chairs they’d just vacated.
I thought I was prepared to witness everything but I hadn’t
expected this.  Now I understood the previous scene with Lionel; it wasn’t
him I’d lost my wife to after all.  Some serious fondling went on for a
while until Ginnie pulled Helena toward the pool’s ladder.  She urged my
wife up the ladder until she sat her down on the top step, spread her legs and
went down on her.  Helena’s head was back, her eyes closed and her mouth
open.  It didn’t take long for my wife to climax loudly.
Ginnie was still licking and Helena was still cumming when a
cheer arose from the patio door.  The aforementioned Maria was indeed
Maria Mendoza, as she, Lionel and Bethany Moore came outside to the pool, each
without a stitch on.  In that instance all the rest of my suppositions were
proved wrong.  Bethany called out, “I want an orgasm like that! Attagirl,
Helena! Ginnie, you rock!”
Lionel said, “Don’t worry girl. I’ll take care of your
orgasmic needs.”
“Mine too?” Maria said with a laugh.
I was shocked again when Helena hollered, “Not if I get you
first!”
“Ooooo, sounds good to me!” Maria said as she touched
herself.  “God, I’m wet already!”
Lionel was rock hard as he fell into one of the lounge chairs
and rolled on a condom.  Bethany let out a ‘whoop” as she straddled Lionel
and immediately took all of him deep.  Ginnie could care less her husband
was being fucked by a girl half his age.  Still wet from the pool, she was
now lying on a large mattress-like pad at the far corner of the patio and being
devoured by Maria and my wife.  My gaze alternated between the two
arenas.  While watching Bethany’s sinuous, serpentine up-and-down motion,
I kicked my shorts off and absently stroked my stiff cock. I then looked at the
three ladies in time to see and hear Ginnie cum.  But the focus was still
Helena. I doubted she ever looked more beautiful, more sensual than she did
then as she grinned and