Vacation In Yorkshire

VACATION IN YORKSHIRE The fireplace in the old English country house was warm and cozy, as my wife and I sat on a fine leather couch near by, drinking port. Other people were sitting in the room, talking quietly, drinking or playing cards. I looked around at the others, some old, some young, most middle- aged. Some, like us, were Americans, others were English or Scottish or from the continent. It had been seven years since our last vacation, actually our honeymoon. So my wife and I were making the most of it, spending almost a month in the British Isles. We had arrived in the old converted mansion in Yorkshire from London this morning. London was fun, but like most big cities and after a week there we were glad to be out. The first week in Ireland had been a blast and we were glad to back in the country. We laughed, thinking what our two children were doing back home, we'd left them with Helen's parents, how they were probably driving their grandparents nuts. We would stay three nights at the old country house before going up to Scotland for a week and then home. The trip had been Helen's idea mostly. She was getting sick of staying home with the kids, picking them up from grade school and going to PTA meetings. She had demanded we get away for at least a week or I would be left with a basket-case for a wife so I made arrangements and surprised her with this bonanza. It had been so worthwhile. She laughed and smiled more, had more energy, was back to her old self, the woman I had fallen in love with and married. She was eight years younger than I, twenty-nine, but during the last couple of years she said she felt like she was in her forties. I had laughed, telling her she was crazy, but her tears made it obvious she was being serious. I looked at her now, her face aglow from the fire. My wife was stunning. Tall, about five-seven, dark blond hair and a long, lean narrow body that made her look, when she had her hair up, like a teenager. When people saw us together, they would smile knowingly thinking that I was a dirty old-man with a woman half my age. I was going gray and my face was getting wrinkled from my pack a day habit over twenty years. Some couples at the old house had also looked at us that way and I had smiled, laughing inside. When I told Helen what they were thinking she giggled like a school girl. She was wearing a long dress, cut low around her chest, with pearls on. Her hair was up and she could have been a princess of the realm. Several of the men would glance her way occasionally, discreetly, but I would notice them and I could see the lust they felt, and I laughed because Helen seemed so oblivious to all the attention. I was in bed an hour later, naked, reading some material about the castles we would be sightseeing at in the morning. Helen was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. I was hard thinking about how beautiful my wife was. The sex during the trip had been fabulous, every night and often in the morning as well. We could not get enough of each other, it was like a second honeymoon. Helen was ravenous, and although she denied it repeatedly, never seemed satisfied. It had gotten so I would let her climb on top of me and ride away until she came. I felt a little bad that I wasn't able to quite keep up with her appetite, but I was having so much fun trying. I heard her opening the bath room door and waited, holding my breath. During the trip, she had made it her practice to wear a different sexy outfit to bed every night. She knew how good she looked in lingerie and panties and, just as important, how turned on I would get seeing her all primped up. She did not disappoint. She had on a black, sheer camisole top without bra and lacy black panties on. Her hair was down and she had no make up on. She was breathtaking. My cock twitched in anticipation under the bed sheets. She walked slowly toward the bed and I quietly whistled my appreciation. Part of her show was to turn around slowly to let me see everything. Her softball sized breasts jutted out proudly, her beautiful nipples erect. She knew her most incredible features were her long legs and ass and I watched her prance about, her ass tightly snuggled by the lace fabric. I applauded my approval and she laughed, blushing. I extended my hand to her and she reached out and I gently pulled her into bed. She lay on her back. I opened the sheer camisole and gently suckled on her nipples. She closed her eyes and I could hear her breathing. As I continued kissing and massaging her tits, she bit her lower lip and then I licked her between her breasts and slowly trailed my tongue along the rigid muscles of her stomach to her pelvic area, covered in the dainty lace. She opened her eyes and looked down at me, kneeling over her. "Turn off the light," she cooed. Helen was a virgin when I met her, eight years ago. She was a student in a class I was teaching before I'd started my own computer company. She had always been a good girl. I had taken her virginity on our wedding night, almost a year after we met. It had taken a long time for her to let me kiss and lick her between the legs or to get her to suck on me. She did those things now, more I think to make me happy than because she enjoyed them, but she would not have sex with the lights on or without sheets covering us. She knew she was beautiful and her body was fabulous, but there was always a hint of embarrassment about her when it came to sex even though she seemed to be enjoying it so much on the trip. I marveled, congratulating myself, at the progress she had made, getting to the point where she now modeled beautiful lingerie for me, but I knew I could only go so far. I dutifully got up, my cock obscenely swinging in the air, standing up, and jumped back into bed on top of her. She moaned when I opened up her thighs with my legs and began grinding against her. I could feel her tightness and heat through the fabric of her panties and tried to tear my way through to bury myself inside. I sucked on her neck and ears and face and I could hear her moaning, twisting underneath me, her smooth, warm thighs opening wider. I found her mouth and greedily grabbed her tongue with my teeth, sucking on her and she tried to pull back, moaning. I let go of her tongue and she laughed, kissing my neck. I reached down between us and pulled aside the narrow fabric covering her cunt and quickly positioned my cock against her. Part of the ritual was that I could "deflower" her by fucking her while she still had her new panties on, staining them in the process. She was extremely wet and hot, the soft hair covering her labia soaked and I heard her moan as I pushed myself, slowly, inside her heavenly body. Even after seven years and two kids, Helen's tightness never ceased to amaze me. She exercised regularly and her insides were like her outside, tight and tout, yet when fully aroused sumptuous and luscious. Her head was resting on my shoulder, our bodies clinging to each other, sweaty afterwards. I was stroking her head and kissed her. "You're so beautiful," I whispered. She responded by snuggling closer to me, wrapping her leg against my thigh, pressing her hot vulva against me. She was leaking with our combined juices. We were silent for a couple minutes and I began to tell her about the schedule for tomorrow, the places we'd go and sites we'd see. She interrupted me, "May I ask you a question?" "Of course, my love." "Do you get turned on by other woman?" I was surprised at her question, so unlike her. "I'm not sure I understand." "I don't know. I saw this younger girl, a brunette, staring at you downstairs and I was just wondering whether you'd noticed." For a moment I was confused and then I was glad the lights were off because I was sure I was blushing. I knew exactly the girl Helen had in mind. She was a fabulous brunette, probably in her late teens or early twenties, I guessed, with olive skin. She was pert and small, barely five feet tall. We had smiled when I bumped into her while getting drinks for Helen and me. I had put her out of my mind, until Helen had mentioned her. "I don't remember anyone looking at me," I laughed, honestly, because I didn't remember seeing the girl after our encounter at the bar. "You, on the other hand, every guy there was undressing you." "What?" she asked, almost shocked. "You heard me. Every man I saw downstairs was ogling over your body. You can't tell me you didn't notice." "I swear. Other men were looking at me, here?" "Of course. You're beautiful," I said, kissing her on the forehead. "Wow," she marveled, "that's very weird. Hmm." I laughed, "Hmmmmm? What are you thinking?" "Nothing." "Does it turn you on?" "Get out of here," she replied, sharply, "are you crazy?" "Baby, it would be nothing to be embarrassed about. Think of it as a compliment. I do." "You do?" "Of course. I love to see the look of envy on other guys' faces when they see me with you." She laughed a little and was then silent. The discussion was intriguing me. I interpreted Helen's silence as time she was spending imagining the stares of the strange men and probably, hopefully, a lot worse. Her tighter grip on my thigh between her legs confirmed what I had been thinking. And then I was imagining the men grabbing at my wife, kissing her, although I couldn't bring myself to visualizing Helen being fucked by another man. I became excited at the thought of it, but I just couldn't picture my wife in that situation. I smiled at her, although she couldn't see me. I whispered to her, in a really bad English accent, "My name is Nigel. What's yours?" I felt my wife stiffen next to me, slowly releasing her grip on my thigh. "What?" she said weakly. I suddenly rolled over on top of her naked body, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head, my hard cock pressed between her open thighs and nudging against her wet opening. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you by the fire place," I groaned in her ear, entering her, swiftly, buried to the hilt with ease from all the lubrication of our joined juices from half an hour ago. I heard Helen muffle a scream underneath me, and then, involuntarily it almost seemed, opening her thighs wider. She would play along and my excitement multiplied, as I began slowly to pull myself out, leaving just the head lodged between the swollen lips of her cunt. "God, you're beautiful, so tight. Your husband doesn't give you enough, I'll wager," I said, shoving myself back inside her again, with one sharp thrust. I could not believe it. Helen was coming already. I could feel the muscles of her vagina clamping down on my cock, and her body shake. I began driving myself in and out of her more quickly, with harder, deeper strokes at each thrust. She was twisting underneath me, trying to shake loose, losing her mind, babbling incoherently. "Baby, Oh my God." I breathed into her ear. "I'll give you a baby, sweetheart, just wait," and I let myself go, forgetting that it was my wife I was fucking, thinking it was some nameless, strange woman underneath me I would come into. The thought of coming inside a strange woman drove me over the top and I came, hard, holding myself still, buried as deep as possible. Helen was screaming in another orgasm when she felt my cock spasm, and pulse, releasing itself inside her. I lay on top of her for a minute or two, catching my breath, and I could hear her doing the same, taking in great gulps of air, our bodies sticking together in a hot sweat. I kissed Helen on the forehead and grinned down at her. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Did you like that?" I asked, my voice normal. She looked away, a little embarrassed, and then, after a moment of hesitation, nodded. I rolled off of her and got off the bed to light a cigarette, sitting down naked in a chair next to the bed. "Don't be embarrassed love. It's perfectly natural to feel aroused with those kinds of thoughts." She was silent, rolled over, not facing me. I waited a couple of minutes and put out the cigarette and went to brush my teeth before getting into bed with my wife. The next morning we were up early to get on the tour bus. During breakfast earlier and during the drive, neither of us mentioned our little fantasy fuck the night before. I was a little disappointed, but said nothing, not wanting to make Helen so uncomfortable that she wouldn't enjoy herself sightseeing. After all, the whole purpose of the trip was to get away, to let Helen have fun, not to engage in my sick nonsense. We had a wonderful time visiting the medieval castles and sites of famous battles. It was a brisk late September day so I was full of energy, enjoying everything. The guides were funny, the other couples and people good company and we were pretty exhausted when we got back to the old mansion. We were having a wonderful dinner in the dining room, talking about what we'd seen during the day and about driving down to the city of York to catch some music and dancing when the little brunette who had caught my attention the day before walked by, smiling at us. She sat down a few tables from ours with, from what I could gather, were her parents and siblings and I laughed at Helen. "Is that the girl you were talking about?" She nodded. "Helen, she's probably in high school. You thought she was staring at me?" "Well, she just smiled at you, didn't she?" "Baby, she smiled at us. She's obviously not English. She's a tourist, like us, so she smiled." "Maybe." I laughed again, "Maybe? You're wonderful." I kissed her hand. She smiled. "I suppose you're right, but I know you've always had an eye for younger girls." "Younger girls? What are you talking about?" She could hardly suppress her grin, knowing she was going to score a nice one off me. "Tell me, what younger girl has caught my eye?" I asked, and I should have seen it coming. "Me," she giggled, and we both laughed. When we got back to the old mansion from the city, it was almost midnight. We had no early plans for the next day so we decided to have a drink by the roaring fire place. Again, several heads turned in our direction when we sat down. Helen was wearing a T-shirt under one of my tweed sport-coats and tight jeans on. "See?" I said to her as we settled down in our seats. "Well, a couple of guys did look, but so what? That's what people do when new people enter a room. They look." "Baby, they weren't glancing in our direction. They were staring at you." I laughed. The same thing happened at the pub and dance place tonight." Helen took a deep breath. "Let's change the subject," she said, somewhat flushed. We talked a little about the music we'd heard and the city of York and whether we wanted to drive up to Durham to see the cathedral the next day, when the little brunette walked up to us. I had looked for her briefly in the place earlier, almost afraid she'd be there, hoping to avoid another discussion about my propensities for younger women with my wife, but she hadn't so her presence now took me a little off guard and I choked a little on my cigarette. She smiled down at us. "Hi," she said. She was American. "My name's Kathie." Helen answered. "Hello, I'm Helen and this is John." Kathie turned to me. "Could I borrow a couple of smokes?" Helen responded, "What would your parent say?" She was wearing a tight very miniskirt and T-shirt. Her long dark hair was down and shined against the glow of the fire from the fire place. She laughed, sitting down at our table, nearer to me than to Helen. Go away little girl, I thought. "They're asleep so they probably wouldn't think much about it all." I stifled a laugh, but Helen continued. "How old are you?" "Why do you want to know?" "My husband and I have a bet." "About how old I am?" "Yes." "Why?" I stared at Helen in disbelief as she continued. "Because he's attracted to you, but he thinks you're too young to be interested in him." Kathie laughed. "How old are you?" "Twenty-nine." "Wow, you look a lot younger. No, see, I was smiling at your husband because I thought, you know, look at this old guy with this young chick, probably my age." I laughed now. Good answer, I thought. Helen couldn't help smiling. "John's only thirty-seven," she said softly. "Yeah, I figured he was about that, but I thought you were only twenty or so." I interrupted them. "Are you two through?" Kathie smiled at me. She had terrific smile, beautiful white teeth and full, dark red lips. She had a pug-little nose and up close she looked very young. "Where's my cigarette?" she asked, holding out her hand. I looked at Helen and she was smiling. She liked Kathie, I thought, she likes her wise-ass attitude. I took out my pack and handed one to her. "I could get arrested, you know," I said, exaggerating the sullen tone of my voice. "Chill, mister," she said and Helen laughed. She put the cigarette to her mouth and, to my surprise, Helen took the lighter from off the table and lit it for her. They smiled at each other, almost ignoring me. "So do you have any kids?" Kathie asked Helen. "Two, two little boys, six and four." "Any pictures?" "No, they're upstairs in our room." "Oh too bad. I love kids' pictures." They continued their prattle, talking about this and that. Kathie was from Chicago, from a big Greek family and they were on their way to Athens, but had stopped in England for a couple of days to visit a relative nearby. They would be leaving tomorrow for London. I looked down and saw that Helen's drink, an Irish coffee was almost empty. "Do you want another?" I asked her, standing up. She nodded, not looking at me. "Bring something for Kathie, too, okay?" Kathie smiled up at me. "A white wine would be nice." I walked to the bar, smiling, shaking my head. Terrific, I thought, we'll get arrested for adding to the delinquency of a minor. And then another thought struck me. Helen was usually a wonderful talker with close friends, but not with strangers. Why would she be so comfortable talking with Kathie? Kathie was certainly pleasant, but they were hardly alike. Could my wife attracted to her, I wondered? I discounted the idea immediately, telling myself I had a sick problem I should attend to when we got back home. These sexual fantasies were getting out of control. When I got back to the table the two were still talking. Helen had had a fair amount to drink over the course of the evening, I thought. That explains everything. My poor wife was bombed. They smiled up at me as I brought them their drinks and I sat down. Kathie was staring at me and I looked at her puzzled. "Are you really attracted to me?" I laughed, looking at Helen. She was getting even with me for all my nonsense about other men over the last couple of days. I would play her game. I took out a cigarette and lit it and looked back at the young vamp, almost whispering. "Very." She smiled. I looked at Helen, and she looked stricken. "Baby, I'm just joking," I said, and then I knew she had me again, as they both laughed loud, drawing several onlookers to our table. I smiled at them both, debating whether to go up to bed and leave the two ladies to talk or to try to get even with them. Get even, I thought, for a moment. Cut your losses, fool, came my response to myself. I smiled at my wife. I looked over at Kathie. I stood up. "Time for the old man to call it a night. Goodnight, ladies." Helen looked disappointed. "You're going to sleep?" I nodded. "Oh," she said, sad, "well, I suppose it's time." "Baby, stay as long as you want. I'm just tired." "No," Helen replied, "it's getting kind of late." Helen stood up and smiled down at little Kathie. "It was wonderful meeting you." Kathie smiled at us both, "I've got to see your kids," she said. Helen laughed, "Oh, there just kids' pictures, nothing special." Kathie stood, "No, I'd really like to see them." I was a little surprised at her insistence, but didn't think much of it. She was probably bored, I thought, not wanting to go to bed yet and wanted an excuse to hang out a little longer. Helen looked toward me to see whether I thought it would be okay. She was always careful, and we really only met this kid half an hour ago. I smiled at her. "Come on," I sighed, "let's look at baby pictures." In the room, Kathie was quiet as she looked at the pictures in my wife's wallet of our two little boys. Helen was standing over her, telling her little stories and I was sitting down, watching the TV. The two of them were laughing. "Come here," Helen called to me, giggling. I walked over and saw that they were looking at a picture of Helen in a wet T-shirt walking out of water on some beach. I remembered the picture well. I had convinced Helen to wear a bikini for the first time and she had vowed never to do it again. Helen's athletic and went in the water for a swim, but lost her top. It was very embarrassing, because I had to get an old woman to watch the kids while I went in the ocean with her to try to find it. Finally, giving up, I gave her my white T-shirt to cover herself so we could go home. Of course the T-shirt got soaked and Helen's breasts were plain to the world and I had taken a picture of her getting out of the water. She didn't speak to me for three days, and I was surprised she still kept the picture. Kathie was laughing as I relayed the story and Helen was blushing, but I could see that she was getting more and more excited. I wanted the kid to leave, thinking how hot Helen would be. Instead, Helen asked me to open a bottle of wine we had chilled in the mini-fridge in the room. Again, she caught me by surprise. Helen's not a big drinker. Kathie very much wanted something to drink. I opened the bottle and poured three glasses. At this point, I really was tired and pretty drunk so I lay down in the bed while the two of them continued talking. I thought I'd fallen asleep, but their laughter startled me somewhat. Kathie was looking over at me, smiling. "Is it true?" she asked. "What?" "Helen says you've been making her dress in kinky stuff during your vacation." I looked at my wife, not knowing what to say, but Helen was laughing with Kathie, enjoying my discomfort. "All right" I said, looking at the bottle of wine, which was almost finished, "I think you two have had enough tonight."I got up and off the bed and walked over to Kathie, and stared at her. "And you, young lady, have got to be up bright and early tomorrow for your trip to London." They thought I was hilarious and bent over, holding each other, laughing. They were clearly drunk. I shook my head. "Do you two want to be alone?" I teased. They stopped laughing for a moment, looked at each other and then at me and then at each other again and roared. I stood there thinking my wife had lost her mind. After a moment or two, Helen looked over toward me, wiping her eyes, "Answer the question John." I replied matter of factly, "Yes, I like sexy lingerie. Shoot me." They laughed again and I gave up and went back to the bed to lie down. Kathie stopped laughing, "Aw, don't be like that John. Aw, look at him Helen, we've hurt his feelings." They continued giggling. "I know what's wrong," Helen said, "he hasn't gotten his lingerie fix today." She took Kathie's hand. "Come on," she motioned and the two of them walked into the bathroom, laughing, stumbling, shutting the door. At this point, my head was spinning. I heard them laughing and giggling. I refused to believe that Helen was going to . . . I didn't know what she was going to do, but as I waited, my apprehension grew. My wife was drunk, I thought, but not that drunk. I tried to clear my head, thinking perhaps the best thing would be to knock on the door and kindly ask Kathie to leave and never talk about any of this again. And then I thought, smiling, laughing at myself, I was blowing all of this out of proportion. I was falling into Helen's little trap again. She wanted to have fun, innocent fun, I should play along. No doubt, she would walk out and then announce Kathie's entrance or something and Kathie would walk in wearing a heavy jacket, and they would laugh. Helen was probably hoping I was taking off my clothes and getting naked under the sheets, like I usually would. This is okay, I thought, your wife is drunk and she's having a good time. Leave her to it. Play along. I lay on the bed, relaxed (fully clothed) and I saw the door open. Helen called out. "Ready?" "Yes," I replied. Helen walked out wearing a red lace matching panties and bra outfit with garters. She had worn it the first night we were in Ireland and it had driven me crazy. I could see she was nervous and excited and looking at me for approval. I looked at her tenderly, thinking only of her and tried to think of something to say to her, to let her know everything was okay. "You're beautiful," I said, softly. "I love you." She smiled at me. I understood what was happening now. Throughout our marriage and before I'd been the one to dictate the terms of our relationship. She wanted to take control for a night. I was certain she did not know what the outcome would be, and that it was all besides the point. I wanted to tell her, that she had proven her point and that it wasn't necessary to take it any further, but I didn't want to ruin her moment so I kept quiet. She walked toward me and smiled and then turned around, her back to me and called out, "Okay Kathie." I had forgotten about Kathie during Helen's performance, my eyes had been transfixed on my wife's beautiful body, but when I saw her I thought I was dreaming. She was wearing a white, silk bra and panties. I had not seen them before and I imagined Helen had been saving them. Kathie was standing poised, heavenly, her olive-colored skin contrasting with the bright, almost sheer, body-fitting whiteness of her garments, her long black hair draped over her bare shoulders and her small breasts pressed tightly against her. She was perfectly proportioned, like a little doll dressed up. Her dark eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation. I looked toward Helen and saw that she was looking at me, smiling, as I watched Kathie walk toward us. "Turn around," Helen told Kathie and she giggled, but did as she was told, her round ass tightly entrapped in beautiful whiteness. It was almost anticlimactic, for a moment, the three of staring at each other, not knowing what to do next. I smiled at Helen and took her hand and brought her into the bed, laying her down and kissed her. Kathie was watching. I had decided I would not touch Kathie unless she joined or Helen asked me to, I would not appear too eager although my erection in my pants was straining and uncomfortable and demanded release. Helen looked up at me, nervous, almost trembling and I gently massaged her breasts. Her nipples quickly grew erect at my slight touch and I could hear her breathing quicken. I looked up and saw Kathie watching us still and motioned her to come onto the bed. She hesitated for a moment, but when Helen reached her hand out she joined us, sitting on Helen's other side, her hands in her lap. If she was twenty, I thought, she had probably never seen or done anything like this so I didn't want to rush her. I took one of her hands and placed it on Helen's other breast and Helen moaned at the touch. I bent forward and took Helen's covered breast in my mouth and sucked on her. Helen twisted, but Kathie did the same on the other side and our head almost bumped into each other. Helen was watching the two of us sucking on her breasts and reached up and began massaging Kathie's breast, bringing moans from her. They looked at each other and to my delight began kissing, at first slowly and then harder with more urgency. I doubted Helen had ever kissed a woman before and I thought I would come just watching her. As they kissed and tongued each other, I pulled off my shirt and pushed down my pants and underwear, getting naked with them, my hard cock, plopping up against my stomach. I moved myself down to the foot of the bed and opened Helen's thighs. She gracefully complied and kneeled down between her legs and touched her covered cunt. She was soaked and hot and released herself from Kathie's kiss to see what I was doing. I could see Kathie's eyes looking at my direction and then widen as she looked down at my hard cock. I peeled off Helen's panties and knelt closer to her. She was an incredible sight. Her cunt lips were puffy, swollen and slightly open, revealing a pink, glistening wetness between them. I reached down and gently massaged her, finding her clit and she squirmed underneath me. I moved closer to her and opened her thighs wider and pressed the head of my cock between her swollen cunt lips. Kathie had moved close to watch and I took one of her hands and told her to touch Helen's clit while I stroked her opening with the head of my cock. Helen's nearly jumped off the bed at the strange touch of Kathie's small hand and fingers and I had to hold her in place. I placed my swollen cock up against her vaginal opening, feeling an incredible wetness and heat emanating from her and pushed in. I heard Helen groan and Kathie gasp as the head slowly disappeared inside her. Kathie's fingers were rubbing Helen's entire mound now and she reached over and touched my cock as it entered, joined, in my wife. Her slight touch made me tremble and I reached forward and kissed her. Her lips were wet and I bent forward shoving my tongue deep in her throat while shoving my cock deep inside Helen's tightness. I heard Helen scream with pleasure and I felt Kathie struggle to release herself from my surprise attack. I let her go and she gasped trying to catch her breath. I was supporting myself on my hands, my upper body off Helen and began slowly fucking my wife. Her eyes were closed and I could see her straining each time I pushed myself into the hilt. Kathie was kneeling over us watching, touching here and there, not knowing what to do. Her round ass caught my eye and I took Helen's hand and brought it underneath Kathie to stroke her. Kathie squirmed as my wife cupped her pubic mound from underneath with her hand and then I could see her grinding against Kathie's hand. I pulled myself out of Helen's tight cunt and moved myself to her face, pushing my slick cock into her mouth. She greedily accepted and began sucking and stroking me. I looked at Kathie and I could see all thought had escaped from her eyes. "Eat her," I told her. Kathie's eyes widened, and Helen tried to pull her mouth off me, but I held it in place almost gagging her. "Go ahead," I said, "get between those lovely thighs and eat her. You can't imagine how hot and wet she is." Kathie hesitated for a moment and then awkwardly moved herself between Helen's long legs. I nodded my approval and she knelt down and placed her face on Helen's open cunt. Helen's eyes grew wide and then I saw them roll back as Kathie's began tonguing her. I pulled my cock out of Helen's mouth and she let out a long moan. She began twisting and convulsing against Kathie's face and I knew she would be coming soon. I lay on my side next to Helen and gently, but firmly pushed her over slightly so that I could have just a little room underneath her, my cock pressing against her sweaty ass cheeks. I lowered myself slightly and my cock became free and I felt it bounce against Kathie's soaked chin. I could not see what she was doing, but I felt her lips open and then she lowered her mouth and began sucking on it. I let her suck for a minute or so and called down to her. "Put it inside Helen, but keep sucking on her, okay?" I could feel her open Helen's cunt lips and my cock being positioned against them and inside my wife. Helen moaned again, trying to push me deeper inside. Kathie continued sucking and licking at our joined cock and cunt and I knew Helen wouldn't last long. She twisted and moaned, and then started screaming in orgasm. I felt the insides of her cunt throbbing, pulsing around my cock as she came and came. I lay perfectly still at her side, letting her waves of orgasm rush over me. Kathie continued her licking and I thought Helen would lose her mind as another orgasm came and her voice, now hoarse, begging us to stop, that we would kill her any minute. I pulled my still hard cock out of Helen and I could feel her taking deep breaths, slow breaths, trying to calm her body down. Kathie raised her head from Helen's thighs and I almost laughed at the sight of her, her face completely covered in saliva and Helen's juices. "Come kiss Helen," I called to her softly and she moved her body up and on top of Helen and kissed her. Helen lovingly licked the young girl's mouth and they held each other for a long moment. I watched them kissing and caressing each other, thinking it the most amazing sight of my life, their beautiful, glistening bodies pressed together breast to breast. As they kissed I softly massaged Kathie's sweat-covered back. Her beautiful ass was ever so slightly pushing down against Helen and I knew she was trying to get some satisfaction and release for herself. I lowered my hand and gently rubbed her round ass, the feel of the silk panties marvelous. I pushed my hand between her ass cheeks and was astonished when I cupped her cunt at how wet and hot she was. She responded by pushing her ass against my hand and I dug into her covered cunt with my fingers, squishing her thick lips against each other and she moaned. I pushed my hand inside her panties and I touched her naked. Her cunt lips were swollen and sticky and covered in her course wet pubic hair. I opened up her hairy lips with my hand and pressed my middle finger against her slick, tight opening and she almost jumped off Helen at the slight penetration. I pushed the finger into the knuckle and she began bucking as I finger fucked her. The two of them had stopped kissing as Kathie began undulating her ass against my hand, twisting and turning. Helen looked over the girl's shoulder, saw what I was doing and smiled at me. I kissed her and as Helen and I drew closer, I could feel Kathie move her body off of Helen and on top of me. She felt tiny and compact on top of me, as my cock was lodged, pressed between her hard stomach and my thigh and her breasts were smothered against my chest. My hand was still wrapped around her in her panties stroking her. I looked up at her and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on what I was doing to her. I looked over at Helen and saw her watching us, resting on her side. I began kissing Kathie's face, tasting my wife on her lips and I tugged on the elastic of Kathie's silky panties. She raised her ass and helped me peel them off her. I could feel the course hair and wetness of her pubic mound against my stomach and the heat radiating from her. I unclasped the bra from behind and she raised herself letting her small breasts bounce against my chest. Helen reached over and put the bra away. I leaned forward and began sucking and kneading her beautiful round breasts. Her nipples were dark brown and erect as I swirled my tongue around them. I could hear her moaning increase. Helen got up and moved down to my feet and I could feel her kneeling against Kathie, massaging her ass and cunt. "You should see her John, all swollen and wet. She's beautiful." I heard Helen call toward me. Helen's lewd talk, and knowing that she was there made my cock throb with anticipation. I continued sucking and kissing Kathie's neck, mouth and breast, as I felt Helen reach between us to grab my cock and pull it down so that it was dislodged and free between the little girl's thighs. Helen grabbed her thighs and spread them open, getting Kathie to straddle my cock and I felt for the first time her beautiful, wet cunt lips brushing against the swollen head of my cock. I felt Helen grab my cock and stroke the head between Kathie's cunt lips and then I felt Kathie tense a little at the touch. I could feel Helen's hand gently stroking my cock and placing the head against Kathie's slick little opening and I pushed up and the head popped in. Kathie moaned, and tried to struggle to free herself. Helen grabbed her narrow hips and pushed them down. I moaned as I entered her, tight, hot steamy cunt. I pushed down a little and pushed up again and thrust up to the hilt. The girl wasn't a virgin it was obvious, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd been inside anything so small and tight. She made Helen's tightness, which was marvelous, feel normal. Kathie screamed, and twisted. She released herself from my mouth. "I'm not on the pill," she gasped, "put a rubber on . . . I've got one in my purse," she moaned, grinding herself against me. The little slut, I thought and laughed inside. Helen got off the bed and walked to the girl's purse. Kathie and I lay pressed against each other kissing, my cock standing buried tightly up to the balls inside her, not moving. Helen returned and I heard her tear open the rubber. Kathie raised herself off my cock and I felt it plop out, the air cooling over it. I felt Helen roll the rubber onto my hard cock and then down. Helen took my cock and put it back into Kathie and I could feel her more relaxed as she stroked herself up and down on the muscle. I could sense Helen was watching, in awe, for several long minutes as the little girl and I fucked, sometimes slowly, gently, other times, violently, pounding each other. I could feel Helen massaging Kathie's ass cheeks and then I felt Kathie tense up and my cock felt a probing pressure against it and I realized Helen and shoved a finger inside the little girl's asshole. The thought of my wife doing something so out of character drove me into Kathie harder and deeper. Kathie was going nuts on top of me, her young lean body, moving like lightening up and down, harder and harder. "Take the rubber off," she was screaming, "take it off. I want to feel him come inside me." Helen reached down with her free hand and stopped our movement. I could feel her quickly pull my cock out of the little girl and twist the rubber off. She sucked on my cock for a few seconds and shoved it back inside Kathie who moaned as I buried myself inside again, skin against beautiful skin, some of her tightness of earlier replaced with a heavenly full, sticky grip. She was riding me harder now, her long hair soaked with sweat, swaying and twisting around her face, her finger nails digging into my chest. Her strong muscles in her stomach and thighs were rippling with each thrust. "Oh God, fuck me," she was moaning, "fuck me." I held onto her hips and began to feel my body losing control. I was thrusting up so hard that she would have been thrown off me had my hands not held her in place. We were straining against each other and then I heard her yell, incoherently, her cunt clasping down, tight, on my cock, and I could feel her come in a monster orgasm. I heard Helen scream in appreciation behind us and I started coming, my cock bursting with spurt after spurt of juices emptying inside her in what seemed like a non ending orgasm. Kathie felt my spurts and collapsed on top of me, gasping for air and I passed out, exhausted, with her sweaty body heaving on top of me. I heard movements and talk here and there, but was too tired to do anything, but close my eyes. The only thing I remember distinctly was the slurp release of my cock from inside her. I woke up late the next morning. My wife was lying on her side next to me, watching me I thought I had been dreaming, but realized differently when I saw the strewn panties and bras around the room. My head throbbed. "Good morning," Helen cooed. I smiled, weakly at her. "How are you feeling?" she asked, stroking my forehead. "Completely out of it," I groaned, looking down over my naked body, my cock rising slightly from a morning erection, but my pubic hair, matted and twisted. Helen laughed, reached down and squeezed me. "Relax, big boy. Nothing to see here. Kathie left a few hours ago." I closed my eyes and turned from my wife, ashamed and embarrassed. She laughed again. "What's wrong? Didn't you enjoy yourself?" I stood on my elbows and reached over and lit a cigarette, letting the nicotine rush into my boy, relaxing me somewhat. I didn't want to be coy with Helen nor act like nothing had happened, but I didn't know how to respond to her. I looked up at her. "Do you think we made a mistake?" She shook her head. "It was incredible. No one got hurt." "How do you feel about it?" "You mean that you fucked a nineteen-year-old last night?" "Yeah, that." "Baby, it happened. We both wanted it to happen and it did. I have no regrets." I shook my head. "Never again." She laughed. "Agreed. Did you enjoy it?" I laughed. "Did you?" "I don't remember a lot of it," she said, and I knew she was lying. "You remember everything. You remember that girl's kiss, her licks, her body, everything." "I remember you fucking her." "I remember you fucking her, too." "Well, I didn't want to be left out." "Baby, you brought her?" Helen smiled, "Shhhh," she said, placing her forefinger over my lips. "Let's take a shower." We showered and made love and had breakfast, as if nothing had happened. But Helen was different a lot more talkative and giddy. I was happy for her. Myself, I knew it was a huge mistake. I knew my wife could always say I had manipulated her with all my talk about her and other men in order to get her to seduce Kathie so I could fuck her. She would always have that against me, that I had fulfilled my fantasy of being with two women and I had done it so well that my wife had enjoyed herself in the process. We didn't do much traveling or sightseeing during the day. We would be leaving for Scotland in the morning and we wanted to just relax. In the evening after dinner we went to a couple of pubs and caught a couple of local bands and danced a little, but we were very tired and when we got back to the old mansion at about eleven. All I wanted to do was get some sleep and rest for the journey in the morning. Helen wanted to have a drink by the fireplace. I was tired, but agreed because she had been so good about everything during the course of the day. In fact, outside a crack about going out to a Greek place for dinner, we had not mentioned the previous night's events once. We walked into the fireplace room and I was surprised it was empty, except for a couple seated in a corner. I walked to the bar area and he said they were closing early. It seemed most of the guests had left during the day (as was customary for Sundays) and they weren't expecting their next wave until tomorrow. He told us we were welcome to stay in the fireplace room all we wanted, but that he was calling it a night. I ordered four glasses of port for Helen and me and walked back in and explained to her why the place was so empty. She nodded, and we sat together by the warm fire, quiet. Across from us at the other end of the room another guy had joined the couple I'd seen earlier. I looked more closely, studying the only other guests. An older guy, very distinguished looking, a younger guy in his twenties and a younger woman were talking. Even by looking at them I could tell they were English, locals and not tourists. I didn't recognize them from previous nights. No doubt, they came on Sundays to get away from the tourists Out of nowhere, Helen grabbed my crotch as we sat on our favorite leather couch. I turned to her surprised. "Do you want to go to our room?" I laughed. "No, no," she whispered, "before you came in, the older guy asked me to join him for a drink. He thought I was alone." I laughed. "What did I tell you? Helen had on a light, summer dress (the day had been unseasonably warm) and her hair was down. No doubt, in seeing the beautiful creature when he walked in the guy had thought she was alone and hit on her. They saw us looking at them and the older guy raised his glass in our direction. I nodded. I studied him more closely. He was a big man, over six feet, with broad shoulders and graying mustache. I looked at my wife and she was fixed on him as well. I laughed inside. Helen, I knew, was attracted to him, and I almost felt bad that I was there, ruining her fun. I turned to her and kissed her, softly. She returned my kiss hungrily and squeezed my crotch again. So she wanted to play exhibitionist, I thought. Wonderful. I would see how far she would go. I released my mouth from hers and placed one of my hands on her breast. She gasped and quickly raised a hand to mine, trying to cover my touch from view, but not pushing my hand away. I continued staring at her and massaging her breast. I could feel her nipple harden, and I unbuttoned two buttons of her dress in front and slipped a hand inside. Her bra was easily visible and she quickly raised her hand to push mine away and button herself dress up. I stopped her holding her hand in place. I continued massaging her breast underneath her bra and I looked at the other guests. The younger couple quickly looked away, but the older guy continued staring in our direction and I smiled at him. He smiled back. I began kissing Helen's neck and I could feel her skin grow goose-bumps even though I knew the room was quite warm as my hand continued massaging her breasts. I unbuttoned a couple of more buttons until her dress was open down to her stomach in front and began massaging her hard, flat stomach and then gently pushed my hand underneath the elastic of her panties, lowering my hand to her bush. She was soaking wet and I could hear breathing, heightened and quick almost raspy, as I stroked her swollen labia, sticky to the touch and hot. I continued stroking her for a couple of more minutes and when I stared at our friends they stared back, the younger couple a little dumbfounded, but the older guy enjoying himself greatly. I thought I could see him tugging and stroking himself or the girl, who was sitting between him and the other guy, under the table. I motioned with my head for them to come closer and I felt Helen tense when the older guy got up and began walking toward us, his erection visible in his pants. He sat down at a table nearby and took out a cigarette and smoked, watching us. I looked at Helen and smiled at her. "I love you," I whispered in her ear, and I could see her eyes mist over, afraid, "It'll be okay, I promise," I told her softly. I kissed her neck and looked up at her. She was staring at the older guy, smoking across from her. I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her dress and gently pushed it off her shoulders. I unclasped the front of her bra, releasing her firm, round breasts and she moaned as I suckled on one of her nipples. I heard her moan again, almost in fear, struggling against me and I looked up. The old guy had his cock out in his hand, slowly stroking it. It looked massive, probably eight or nine inches long and very thick, certainly larger than my own seven inches. I looked into my wife's eyes and I could see she was staring at the monster and I smiled, watching her. The younger couple were nearby as well, watching us at another table near the old man. I was surprised they were not making out or touching each other and then I noticed how much a like they looked and guessed that they were probably related, maybe even siblings. I had a decision to make. I could get the old guy to join us or make out with Helen for a few minutes more and walk out. I looked at my wife, as I massaged her cunt, which seemed to be getting wetter and hotter with each touch. I kissed her ear. "Do you want him?" I breathed. She was silent. "Do you want to touch him?" She looked at me and I could see in her eyes she wasn't sure, and I knew that it would have to be my decision. My wife had never touched or been touched by another man intimately except me. "Let's see what happens," I said to her and she nodded. I got off from where I was seated and motioned the old guy to take my place next to Helen. He smiled, put out his cigarette and stood up, his hard thick cock sticking obscenely out of his pants, bouncing as he walked to Helen and sat down. Helen stared at me, afraid and excited. I knelt down and smiled up at her, trying to reassure her. I saw her take a deep breath and close her eyes. I pushed her dress to the side of her thighs, revealing them to our company and reached up and gently peeled her soft cotton panties off. Her legs trembled and she shivered, naked in front of me and I gently caressed her thighs with my warm hands, reaching up and spreading them. Her cunt lips were swollen and slightly apart, glistening. I heard her moan and saw that the old guy was gently rubbing her breasts. The sight of another man touching my wife, comforted me, I felt at peace. It would be okay, he seemed to know what he was doing, kind of taking over and directing things. He kissed her full on the mouth and I could see her try to avert her lips from his. He persisted, however, and after a little struggle she responded. She opened her mouth and I could see them kissing each other deeply. I sat back and looked at the younger guy. He had his cock out now, stroking it, watching, in awe the sight in front of him. His cock was much smaller than the old man's. I smiled and motioned for him to sit on the other side of Helen. I could see him trembling to get on his feet and he walked over to her, sitting down, and then stroked himself. He touched Helen's free breast and she released herself from her kiss and looked at him. He kissed her softly and I could see them both tremble, trying to catch their breaths. The old guy began massaging Helen's thighs and gently stroked her until his large hand reached between her legs. The sight was incredible, my heart was pounding as I watched Helen quickly close her knees, trapping the old guy's hand. He kissed her neck softly, and then slowly pried her open and she moaned, releasing herself from the younger guy, as the old fondled her wet cunt. Her eyes opened and she bit her lip as he pushed a finger inside. I could see very little, but knew it was happening from the way Helen's hips flinched. The three of them continued kissing and stroking for a few minutes, holding each other and I could see that Helen's thighs were opening wider and wider and that she was sinking on the couch lower and lower, almost on her back. Both of the guys' hands were now fondling and prodding Helen's beautiful cunt. The old guy stood up perspiring and breathing heavy and undid his belt and pushed down his pants. Fully revealed, his cock looked larger than I had first thought, standing straight out, pulsing, a thick vein curving its way along his full length. He walked around and faced Helen and I thought he would shove the monster in her mouth, but he knelt between her legs instead, opening them up wide. I didn't know whether I wanted to see what would happen next, but I sat fixed in my chair. He reached down with his hand and touched Helen's open cunt lips, slicking his fingers with her juices and then I saw him bend his cock down aiming it at my wife's open vulva. Helen's eyes opened wide and she tried to shimmy away, but he held her in place, continuing to stroke her with his hand. I was ready to get up and push him off if Helen resisted or said no, but the other guy was now kneeling in front of Helen's face on the couch and pushed his dick in her mouth. I looked into her eyes to make sure she was okay and smiled at her to reassure her and she seemed to be relaxing somewhat. And then, to my horror, the older guy slowly turned his head around to look at me, as if to ask for permission to fuck my wife. He was a gentleman, at least, I thought. I would not have done that with his wife. Tears almost came to my eyes, but I nodded. And then he penetrated her. Helen let go of the other guy's cock and groaned in a way I'd never imagined and would never hear again. "Jesus," he hissed, continuing to push himself inside. Helen's eyes were like a terrified animal's and her mouth was open, but she made no sound except for a gurgling sound, like she was choking. I was worried for a second and then she bit her lower lip and I heard her voice. "Ohhhh," she gasped and she closed her eyes and he continued. He was now fully in her, holding himself in place, and I imagined the pleasure he was feeling at the tight grasp of Helen's vagina, the warmth and slickness of her grasp. I tried to imagine what Helen was feeling, being touched deeper and wider than ever in her life, but beyond that I couldn't quite picture her thoughts or feelings. I wanted to believe she was experiencing something knew, unforgettable, but realized my wish was more to make myself feel right than her. I could see his ass slowly pull away from her and then he shoved himself, violently, in again, and I heard Helen scream and I thought I would pass out, the room spinning in front of me. I lit a cigarette with my shaking hands and took a deep drag to calm down. I could see more clearly, but did not want to. He was fucking her now in earnest, grunting, deep hard strokes, and Helen was moaning and twisting underneath and I didn't know whether she was trying to pry herself free from his invasion or whether she was trying to open herself wider to his massive organ. The younger guy was stroking himself, watching, in disbelief. I strained forward trying to see the actual penetration of the old guy inside Helen, but his large, athletic back and his clenched ass blocked my view. I thought about getting up so that I could see more clearly from Helen vantage, but decided not to, thinking she might freak out if I was right next to her while she was getting fucked. I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned around. It was the companion of the younger guy. She was blond and a little plumb, but cute. She said nothing to me as she sat beside me, watching with me my wife getting fucked. She held my hand and squeezed it and I could see in her eyes that she was incredibly aroused. I did not want to start anything with her. I wanted to make sure nothing happened to Helen that she did not want to happen with the two guys. Besides, I thought it would be unfair to not watch Helen. She had watched, participated in my fucking Kathie so I simply held the girl's hand. I could see that the older guy was sweating as his strokes continued, more slowly and deeper. I could see and hear Helen's face twisting, almost in agony, her hair soaked trying to match his movements, but the old guy was getting tired and that made me mad. Give it to her, you asshole, I thought. Make her come, at least. He lay fully on top of her for a moment to catch his breath, kissing Helen. I thought she would be smothered. I could see his balls dangling between her, pressed against her ass and then his hips began moving slowly in and out as she wrapped her long, lean legs, quivering, around his waist. The younger guy was still standing over her, slowly stroking himself. The girl reached over and grabbed my crotch and I realized for the first time that evening that I wasn't hard, my cock numb. I let her try to stroke some life into me, but did not stop watching Helen. I looked at the girl and could see she was almost desperate for my touch, anything, but I didn't care and continued to ignore her. She gave up her efforts and pressed her hands between her legs. The older guy seemed to have caught his second breath and his strokes were becoming faster and harder. I could hear Helen moan, almost crying, each time he slammed down into her and I could hear his body slapping against her. His hips were moving faster and Helen's legs were jerking violently against him and I knew he was nearing his climax. Helen began yelling, scratching her nails into the old guy's back and the young guy next to her moaned and groaned and I could see him point his cock at Helen's face, wanting her to take it into her mouth. She was too far gone to pay attention to him and I saw him strain and pull and white creamy splashes of his cum spurted onto Helen's hair and face. She screamed, realizing what was happening, and the older guy increased his tempo and began moaning louder. Helen was coming. I could see it in her red, straining face, all emotion gone, pure nerves. The old guy pulled out and slammed into her once more, harder than ever, burying himself into her as deep as possible and his body began jerking, and he grunted, incoherently, and I knew he was emptying that massive cock inside Helen. Helen was screaming, "Oh my God, yes, oh yes, please, please, please, God, no, please" as he continued his orgasm. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably against him and the old man continued holding her down, pinning her hips tightly against him and then finally he collapsed on top of her, sweat streaming down his back, trying to catch his breath. They lay against each other perfectly still for thirty seconds or so and the old guy pulled himself out and even standing as far back as I was I could hear the squishy release of Helen's cunt against his cock. He stood up and his cock, now half-hard, but still magnificently thick, was coated with their joined juices, almost dripping, the head purple and engorged. He plopped himself down next to Helen, heaving. Helen's legs slowly lowered to the ground and the sight was incredibly vulgar. Her cunt was wide open, the lips swollen and red, distended, almost as if she'd given birth. She was leaking, gobs of his cum dripping out of her, and she slowly brought her shaking legs together, almost pressing them so that she could get some feeling back. The younger guy stood up and put his pants back on. He walked over to where the young girl and I were sitting. He tried not to look at me and motioned for the girl to get up and I payed little attention to them as they left the room. The old guy was stroking Helen's head, but she wasn't looking at him. He kissed her sweating forehead and stood up, his cock dangling, still heavy and slick with wetness, between his legs, and put on his pants. He looked at me for a moment, sort of shrugged, apologetically, as if to ask why. I gave him no response and he lit a cigarette and slowly walked out of the room. As soon I heard the door close behind him, I walked over to my naked wife. Her eyes were closed, as if she was sleeping. I sat down next to her where the old guy had been seated. The leather couch was damp from his sweat. I looked down at Helen and touched her face. She was on fire, her face, puffy and soaking, like she'd been in a marathon. She looked up at me and I thought she would cry. "Shhhhh," I said. "I love you." I wiped a tear from her eye. "Are you okay?" She nodded. I held her warm, sweaty body for a long couple of minutes and kissed her wet hair. "Let's go to our room." She nodded and I helped her get dressed, silently bringing her crushed bra to her and sighing as handed her the scrunched panties from the ground. Some of the old guy's cum must have dribbled down on them and Helen shook her head and handed them back to me. I threw them in the garbage. The rest of our vacation in Scotland was wonderful, although the first couple of days we did nothing but sleep in and rest in the hotel room. When we got home, finally, we both felt ready to take on the world again, we were so refreshed and relaxed. We never talked about the two nights in Yorkshire. The memories were too bizarre, too painful, too vulnerable. The people who had done those things were not my wife and me, they were two different people that neither of us could recognize, that neither of us liked very much. In a sense we were glad we had confronted them and, ultimately, rejected them. We never did anything like that again, and I was a little surprised that I rarely thought about it, although one time, six months later, Kathie called me at work, telling me she had almost given up trying to find my telephone number, but remembered I owned a computer company with an odd name. She and I talked for a bit. She asked how Helen was and I told her fine, but declined her invitation to the two of us to visit her and her boyfriend at college. I never mentioned the invitation to Helen, who was in her third month of pregnancy with our third child, a girl we hoped. 5925 1.33/512345