Uncovering Helena (2 page)
Authors: Kamilla Murphy
I opened my laptop, sent the signal to activate the cam, and
sat back in anticipation. I knew it was a great cam but the picture quality was
even better than I’d expected. I patted myself on the back for its
placement in the tree since I had a fantastic view of the pool and the lounge
chairs surrounding it. Ginnie and my wife emerged from the house with tumblers
in their hands. Iced tea, or would they be drinking liquor so early, I
wondered?
Before they each settled into a lounge chair, I watched them
kiss and didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t exactly lascivious yet the
kiss looked to be more than just a friendship buss. The women talked but
the audio wasn’t up to the quality of the video and I only picked up a word or
two every so often. I heard a few words to indicate they talked about
me. I heard the word jealous and what was either limp or wimp, neither
option pleased me.
I expected to see Lionel hanging around my wife like the
proverbial fly on shit, but he didn’t make an appearance until about an hour
later. He joked with the women that nobody was around and that they
should be at least topless (his voice carried better than theirs). Ginnie
looked at my wife, and Helena answered “Why not” and proceeded to remove her
top. Ginnie did the same, but it wasn’t bare tits that caught my
eye. Lionel dropped his shorts at the same time while making a comment
about “sexy women.” Whether I wanted to or not I got my first clear look at his
cock, and at least he wasn’t larger than me. Adding envy to jealousy
would’ve made things worse, I thought. Ginnie made a joke about something
and Lionel knelt between the lounge chairs, and thus between the women.
I saw everything.
He said, “Hot damn, Helena! You need to free those tits more
often!” And that’s when he cupped one of them and squeezed.
With Lionel implying that he wasn’t accustomed to seeing my
wife’s naked breasts I should have been relieved, and yet he brazenly grabbed
one and she didn’t stop him. Ginnie pulled him to her and they
kissed. Long and hard, to the point I knew there was a lot of tongue action
going on. Lionel’s hand though was still on my wife, roaming over her
from breast to navel and back again. The picture was sharp enough for me
to see that Helena’s nipples were puckered and stiff and that she’d raised her
hips from the lounger as if to meet an imaginary body.
I focused on my wife and her body language. I rarely
saw her that aroused, and it hurt. Lionel separated from his wife’s lips,
arose and let out a “Whew!” sound. He was very erect.
And admittedly I was too.
Was this where Lionel would fuck my wife, or would they be
more circumspect and go 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 shifted into position between Maria’s youthful
legs. I found myself stroking faster.
Dark Maria surprisingly (at least to me) had a full bush,
which was a big turn on for me. Even though Helena shaved like all women
nowadays I guessed, I was old-fashioned in that regard and preferred pubic hair
to the little-girl bald look. It just seemed more natural. The camera
angle was perfect as I had a great view of Helena’s magnificent ass, and beyond
that the wonderful view of Maria’s pussy, her dark hair glistening in the sun
from all her juices mixed with saliva. Ginnie lay beside them and fingered
herself furiously.
Bethany’s high-pitched sounds drew my eyes back to her and
Lionel. Her slow undulations were over with. She was bouncing up
and down like an automobile piston at high RPMs, and Lionel was yelling that he
was cumming. All the noise around that pool had me wondering about
neighbors; the Healys weren’t home but what about the others? If my
camera’s microphone were picking up all the sex sounds then someone in the
neighborhood was hearing it all too. With my attention back to the female
trio and my hand busily stroking, I saw Ginnie and Maria go to work on my wife,
and in short order they had her cumming like I’d never seen her cum with
me. I ejaculated so forcefully I ended up spraying some on my
laptop.
It was a hell of a job to clean up, but not anywhere near the
mess I’d made of my marriage.
I watched a while longer although the action was mostly
over. The female participants lounged together with some light touching
still going on, while Lionel watched them and stroked himself. The
stroking was to no avail, as he apparently didn’t have another erection in him
even though Maria teased him about her being next. Bethany was definitely
bisexual as she began making love to my wife so soon after getting fucked by
Lionel. Ginnie looked much more jealous of Bethany now than before, so
the “friendship” between Helena and Ginnie Wade came into sharper focus.
My opinion of Lionel grudgingly softened like his cock
had. He had a harem that was more interested in sex with each other than
with him. His wife was in love with another woman, and his consolation it
seemed was occasional impersonal sex with a young woman, albeit a slim eighteen
year old.
So, I’d played the cuckold and now the masturbating voyeur,
and I wasn’t very proud of myself. What would I have said if Helena told
me it was Ginnie instead of Lionel she was fooling around with? Would
that have altered the level of my jealousy? When the ‘party’ broke up, I
remotely shut down the camera, stowed the laptop and got dressed. Helena
was very chipper when she got home, and who could blame her? I tried to
be as casual as I might have been if I hadn’t seen everything. That’s
when I realized it would have been a mistake, since my suspicions had been
around Lionel and the jealousy would still remain. I gave my wife a cold
shoulder and left her to wonder what I was thinking.
In the intervening week, I snuck over and got the camera to
recharge its battery. I wanted it to be ready for the following weekend, and my
wife’s next pool adventure. During the week we didn’t have sex; she
claimed she was too tired and I didn’t push it. Ginnie Wade stopped over
one evening to speak with Helena, basically ignoring me the whole time, a
poorly concealed smirk of contempt on her face. And maybe it was a sneer
of victory. After all she’d stolen my sexy, gorgeous wife.
The pool get-together was scheduled for Saturday
afternoon. Saturday morning I ran into Lionel Wade at our local Home
Depot. With an unctuous smile, he said “How are things with you and that
hot wife of yours? Those legs and that ass of hers… man!”
“Keep it in your pants, Lionel,” I answered. “She knows how
to handle that ass… and who gets to handle it.” I wanted him to brag, to
confess to something, anything that 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.
sat back in anticipation. I knew it was a great cam but the picture quality was
even better than I’d expected. I patted myself on the back for its
placement in the tree since I had a fantastic view of the pool and the lounge
chairs surrounding it. Ginnie and my wife emerged from the house with tumblers
in their hands. Iced tea, or would they be drinking liquor so early, I
wondered?
Before they each settled into a lounge chair, I watched them
kiss and didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t exactly lascivious yet the
kiss looked to be more than just a friendship buss. The women talked but
the audio wasn’t up to the quality of the video and I only picked up a word or
two every so often. I heard a few words to indicate they talked about
me. I heard the word jealous and what was either limp or wimp, neither
option pleased me.
I expected to see Lionel hanging around my wife like the
proverbial fly on shit, but he didn’t make an appearance until about an hour
later. He joked with the women that nobody was around and that they
should be at least topless (his voice carried better than theirs). Ginnie
looked at my wife, and Helena answered “Why not” and proceeded to remove her
top. Ginnie did the same, but it wasn’t bare tits that caught my
eye. Lionel dropped his shorts at the same time while making a comment
about “sexy women.” Whether I wanted to or not I got my first clear look at his
cock, and at least he wasn’t larger than me. Adding envy to jealousy
would’ve made things worse, I thought. Ginnie made a joke about something
and Lionel knelt between the lounge chairs, and thus between the women.
I saw everything.
He said, “Hot damn, Helena! You need to free those tits more
often!” And that’s when he cupped one of them and squeezed.
With Lionel implying that he wasn’t accustomed to seeing my
wife’s naked breasts I should have been relieved, and yet he brazenly grabbed
one and she didn’t stop him. Ginnie pulled him to her and they
kissed. Long and hard, to the point I knew there was a lot of tongue action
going on. Lionel’s hand though was still on my wife, roaming over her
from breast to navel and back again. The picture was sharp enough for me
to see that Helena’s nipples were puckered and stiff and that she’d raised her
hips from the lounger as if to meet an imaginary body.
I focused on my wife and her body language. I rarely
saw her that aroused, and it hurt. Lionel separated from his wife’s lips,
arose and let out a “Whew!” sound. He was very erect.
And admittedly I was too.
Was this where Lionel would fuck my wife, or would they be
more circumspect and go 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 shifted into position between Maria’s youthful
legs. I found myself stroking faster.
Dark Maria surprisingly (at least to me) had a full bush,
which was a big turn on for me. Even though Helena shaved like all women
nowadays I guessed, I was old-fashioned in that regard and preferred pubic hair
to the little-girl bald look. It just seemed more natural. The camera
angle was perfect as I had a great view of Helena’s magnificent ass, and beyond
that the wonderful view of Maria’s pussy, her dark hair glistening in the sun
from all her juices mixed with saliva. Ginnie lay beside them and fingered
herself furiously.
Bethany’s high-pitched sounds drew my eyes back to her and
Lionel. Her slow undulations were over with. She was bouncing up
and down like an automobile piston at high RPMs, and Lionel was yelling that he
was cumming. All the noise around that pool had me wondering about
neighbors; the Healys weren’t home but what about the others? If my
camera’s microphone were picking up all the sex sounds then someone in the
neighborhood was hearing it all too. With my attention back to the female
trio and my hand busily stroking, I saw Ginnie and Maria go to work on my wife,
and in short order they had her cumming like I’d never seen her cum with
me. I ejaculated so forcefully I ended up spraying some on my
laptop.
It was a hell of a job to clean up, but not anywhere near the
mess I’d made of my marriage.
I watched a while longer although the action was mostly
over. The female participants lounged together with some light touching
still going on, while Lionel watched them and stroked himself. The
stroking was to no avail, as he apparently didn’t have another erection in him
even though Maria teased him about her being next. Bethany was definitely
bisexual as she began making love to my wife so soon after getting fucked by
Lionel. Ginnie looked much more jealous of Bethany now than before, so
the “friendship” between Helena and Ginnie Wade came into sharper focus.
My opinion of Lionel grudgingly softened like his cock
had. He had a harem that was more interested in sex with each other than
with him. His wife was in love with another woman, and his consolation it
seemed was occasional impersonal sex with a young woman, albeit a slim eighteen
year old.
So, I’d played the cuckold and now the masturbating voyeur,
and I wasn’t very proud of myself. What would I have said if Helena told
me it was Ginnie instead of Lionel she was fooling around with? Would
that have altered the level of my jealousy? When the ‘party’ broke up, I
remotely shut down the camera, stowed the laptop and got dressed. Helena
was very chipper when she got home, and who could blame her? I tried to
be as casual as I might have been if I hadn’t seen everything. That’s
when I realized it would have been a mistake, since my suspicions had been
around Lionel and the jealousy would still remain. I gave my wife a cold
shoulder and left her to wonder what I was thinking.
In the intervening week, I snuck over and got the camera to
recharge its battery. I wanted it to be ready for the following weekend, and my
wife’s next pool adventure. During the week we didn’t have sex; she
claimed she was too tired and I didn’t push it. Ginnie Wade stopped over
one evening to speak with Helena, basically ignoring me the whole time, a
poorly concealed smirk of contempt on her face. And maybe it was a sneer
of victory. After all she’d stolen my sexy, gorgeous wife.
The pool get-together was scheduled for Saturday
afternoon. Saturday morning I ran into Lionel Wade at our local Home
Depot. With an unctuous smile, he said “How are things with you and that
hot wife of yours? Those legs and that ass of hers… man!”
“Keep it in your pants, Lionel,” I answered. “She knows how
to handle that ass… and who gets to handle it.” I wanted him to brag, to
confess to something, anything that 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.
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