Uncovering Helena Read Free Page B

could be contradicted by what I saw and
what I might see that afternoon.
“That she does, my friend.  That she does.”
Your wife, not you , I thought, trying not to contemptuously sneer back at him.
The afternoon performance at the Wade’s pool was all the
Ginnie and Helena show.  “Christ I’m so horny!” my wife declared as Ginnie
pulled her bikini bottoms off and went down on her.  Helena massaged her
own bare, heaving breasts as Ginnie attacked her clit with her tongue and
lips.  Helena’s moans became steadily more strident until she whimpered,
“I’mmmmmm cummminggggggg” loud enough for the camera’s microphone to pick
up.  I watched her quake from what must have been an incredible orgasm,
and instantly grew hard.
Naked Lionel exited the house as Helena began servicing his
wife.  Nestled between Ginnie’s spread legs and with her glorious ass on
display like the fine art it was, she was the magnet drawing Lionel’s immediate
‘iron.’  He muttered “Oh God” and nearly ran up behind Helena, his
erection like a jousting knight’s lance.  When he placed the head of his
cock at her obviously wet labia, she hollered “No!” and then said what sounded
like “Not now.”  Saying no is not the same as saying not now.  Did
that mean she would fuck him later?
Lionel stood behind Helena and jerked off while staring at
the place he wished he could go.  Ginnie writhed as she approached orgasm,
and Helena wiggled along with her, obviously as excited about giving her lover
an orgasm as in receiving one.  Lionel stroked energetically with one hand
as the other snaked its way to my wife’s exposed pussy.  Unlike with his
cock, she didn’t stop his fingertips. He moaned so loudly I heard it.  He
said something, but “wet” was the only word I heard clearly.  Ginnie’s
noisy orgasm pushed her husband over the edge, as he ejaculated in four long
arcs all over Helena’s writhing butt and back.
With one hand reaching behind her to play with Lionel’s spunk
trail, my wife said as she stood upright, “I’m flattered you came so much just
for me… and so hot too!  Too bad Paul couldn’t see it.  I like it
when he’s jealous.”
Ginnie snorted, “He’s a prude.  I bet if he was here and
saw us getting it on he wouldn’t even get a hard-on.”
“Don’t be so sure,” I whispered to myself, holding my
still-hard cock that had spewed about the same time Lionel had.
After that they had to cool off, so into the pool the three
of them went.  Lionel was still in a groping mood and Helena seemed to
tolerate it although her attention was on Ginnie.  Lionel’s resignation
was plain to see in his demeanor.  He would always be the odd player in
this tableau, and I supposed I would be left out too from now on.
After they exited the pool and dried off, Ginnie asked Helena
when she was going to tell me.  “I do love him, you know, and the last
thing I want to do is hurt him,” Helena said after a sigh.  Whether the
sigh was in response to her concern for me or from Ginnie fondling a breast was
left to my interpretation.
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