The Sexy Little Hot-Wife

THE SEXY LITTLE HOT-WIFE by Andrew1968

This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. Please be aware of that. Please move on, if you don’t like these sorts of stories. All of the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

The 3 characters in this story are:

Helen: a sexy little hot-wife

Jake: Helen’s cuckolded husband

Michael: Helen’s young boyfriend — the kid next door

As per normal, I will remove any rude comments and delete any nasty email on a routine basis. I’m not interested in what score I get.

I hope fans of cuckolding/hot-wife themed stories enjoy this.

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Helen was curled up in Jake’s arms. The two of them were drinking a glass of red wine together, on the outdoor lounge. The dark night had closed in around them. A fire burnt before them in a pit.

Helen and Jake had eaten dinner, opened a bottle of wine and got the fire going. It was a good night for a blaze and a glass of red — it was cold and the sky was filled with stars.

Helen and Jake were making small talk. It was a soft and intimate conversation. The words didn’t really matter. The loving tone of voice they used and the way they held each other, while they exchanged their small talk, was what was important. But then a moment later that changed.

Jake was drunk when he said it. He was tipsy. He was happy and his guard was down. He was feeling fearless. He was feeling honest. He was sipping his wine. His beautiful Helen was against him. Jake just blurted it out.

“I’ve always wanted to see you with another guy Helen. I think that would be so hot. I would love to share you. Helen, you could have a boyfriend, if you really wanted to and I wouldn’t mind.”

There was a long silent pause. Jake drank his wine and looked up at the stars. Helen said nothing for a moment.

“Are you serious,” Helen finally asked her husband Jake, looking at him with a surprised expression on her face. “Is that what you really want or are you just drunk and talking bullshit?”

Jake didn’t answer his wife straight away. He reached out and ran his fingers through her long brown hair. He leant in and kissed his wife’s lightly tanned cheek. He stared at her face. She was such a cute woman. She was so petite and so beautiful. He cupped her little foot in his hand. He stroked her tiny toes.

“Jake,” Helen prompted him, her brown eyes lively and filled with firelight, and a smile playing on her features. “Say that again and just be honest. Is that really what you want?”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” Jake said, after a moment.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Helen baby,” Jake admitted.

Helen suddenly broke free from Jake’s warm comfortable grasp. She stood up. She looked down at her husband. For a moment she felt unreal and wasn’t sure where she stood. She looked at Jake as if he was a stranger.

“I’m sorry Helen,” Jake said, sitting up abruptly, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Helen shook her head. She was suddenly feeling drunk. She had run through a few glasses of wine. She was unsteady on her feet. Jake prepared himself to stand up. Helen held up her hand. She drained her glass of red.

“Helen?”

“No, just stay there,” Helen whispered, still holding her hand up, “just…”

“I guess I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, you should always be completely honest with me. I just can’t believe you want me to…,” Helen said, before Jake cut her off.

“I love you so much Helen,” Jake whispered, nodding his head, as if that would affirm just how much he adored his beautiful petite wife.

Helen sighed. She swayed on the spot from too much wine.

“I just want you to be happy,” Jake continued.

“Happy?”

“Well, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t stand in the way or say no, if there was someone you were attracted to, and wanted to spend some time with. That’s all I’m saying…”

Helen looked at her empty glass. She didn’t say anything. She picked up the bottle of wine they were drinking and filled her glass. She laughed as some of the wine missed her glass. She picked up her drink and sipped her red. She suddenly began to dance on the spot. Their conversation seemed to be momentarily forgotten.

“God, I need to hear some damned good music,” Helen said, before drinking, while she swung her delicious hips.

“But there would be a condition,” Jake continued, starting their conversation again.

“Conditions,” Helen muttered, “you are imposing conditions Jake? How can you impose conditions?”

“Yes, Helen,” Jake said. “There is just one condition: I love you and would never want you to leave me. That’s the condition.”

Helen picked up a long, thin metal rod, which they used to stoke the fire. She dug the tip of the rod into the blaze and stirred and scratched at the burning wooden logs and embers. Sparks exploded into the air and a plume of dark grey smoke curled upwards. She dropped the metal rod and it clattered on the tiled patio floor.

“Oh shit,” Helen exclaimed and then started laughing.

“Helen?”

Helen continued dancing. She closed her eyes and gently turned on the spot. She hummed to herself. Jake thought she looked so silly and pretty.

“Helen?”

“Look baby,” Helen said, “I don’t think I could date another man, or sleep with another man while I’m married to you. I mean I’m not sure. I mean I could, but maybe not. I mean I’m a complete flirt, but I’m not sure I could do a boyfriend and a husband at the same time, Jake baby – capiche?”

Helen suddenly burst out laughing. Jake grinned.

“Does that make any sense,” Helen asked Jake, before breaking into more laugher.

“Ummm no,” Jake said, scratching his head.

“Oh my God Jake, just go with the flow.”

“But Helen…”

“I’m not sure baby,” Helen loudly sang, her eyes glowing bright and a smile curling at the corners of her lips.

“Helen, the kids,” Jake cautioned.

“Yeah, yeah,” Helen whispered, holding a finger to her lips and starting to dance again. “Will you please get some fucking music Jake and put it on please — God, how many more hints can I drop baby? Please get with it baby or else I will run off with another man, conditions or not.”

Jake sighed and stood up. He drained his glass of red wine. He was definitely feeling drunk as well. He put his empty glass down on the table, turned and walked inside the house.

Their CDs were in a cabinet, but they ended up all over the floor as Jake searched for the right one. Jake found something, which he hoped wouldn’t wake the kids and would entertain Helen. He popped it in the CD player. He pressed play.

“So, old school,” Jake whispered as the first song started. “We really need to get into the 21^st century.”

Jake heard Helen whoop as the music filled the back patio area. He broke into a grin. He ambled back out to the back door and stepped through.

Helen was bouncing around the back patio, pretending her glass of red wine was a microphone. She was singing or rather bellowing into it, while red wine was splashing and staining the tiled patio floor. She suddenly began to shake her hips again.

Jake laughed at his beautiful little wife. She was very sexy. He picked up the bottle of red and poured the rest of the wine into his glass. He picked up the glass and sat down. He toasted his gorgeous wife. He drank. His head spun. He felt good.

Helen opened her eyes. She knew Jake was watching her and she was performing for him. She wriggled her delicious body in front of him. She turned and shoved her behind at him. He tried to grab her, but she evaded him with a laugh. She turned back to him, closed her eyes and danced to the old school 1990s music they liked to listen to.

“What would your kids say, if they could see you now — all drunk and dancing and singing into a wine glass.”

“Don’t use my children against me asshole,” Helen said, before she began singing the song, which was playing on the CD player. She sang it loud. Her face went red and her dark hair flashed about.

Jake shook his head and grinned. Helen stopped singing as the song came to an end. She studied Jake.

“Do you really want to watch me do another guy?”

“Oh yeah Helen,” Jake said, “God yes.”

Helen laughed. She gulped her wine. Another song started.

“You know you’re fucking crazy bud,” Helen said, and then she began to sing and dance. “You’re playing with fire baby. You’re gonna get burnt — oh, so burnt!”

“Maybe,” Jake said, standing up, walking to the pit, picking up the thin metal rod from the ground and actually starting to play with the blaze, “then again, maybe not…”

Helen suddenly stopped dancing. She stared at her husband.

“You really could handle something like that,” Helen asked him, amazed. “You really wouldn’t get jealous or intimidated by something like that? Are you fucking crazy baby?”

Jake grinned. He dropped the rod on the tiled patio floor. It rang out noisily.

“Oh fuck,” Jake exclaimed.

Helen burst into laughter. The red wine in her glass sloshed and ran down her fingers. Jake laughed as well.

“Shoosh, shoosh, the kids,” Jake hissed, holding his finger to his lips, before laughing again.

“You would never be able to handle seeing me in another man’s arms Jake,” Helen said, after the laughter died down.

Jake grinned and sat back down. She wasn’t dancing. She was waiting.

“I would love to see that,” Jake said, watching his grinning wife, “that would be so hot to watch.”

“And what if I kissed someone else in front of you?”

“Oh boy Helen,” Jake said.

Helen grinned. She began to slowly dance around. She liked having his eyes on her.

“You’re crazy, Jake baby,” she sang after a moment.

“God, I would love that,” Jake said enthusiastically. “You’re so beautiful Helen and I adore you so much. Watching you with someone else would be so amazing.”

Helen laughed. She drained her glass of red. She plopped down besides Jake. He turned to her and took her into his arms. He softly kissed her scalp.

“I think you’re so drunk, Jake honey,” Helen whispered, her voice barely heard over the noise of the old school music they liked to listen to.

“Maybe, but I would still love to see it,” Jake whispered.

Helen turned her head and kissed her husband on the mouth. It was wet and passionate. Helen then slowly tried to stand up. Jake reached out and supported her as she got to her feet. She put her empty glass down on the table.

“I’m going to bed, Jake baby,” Helen said, stumbling into the house, through the back door. “I’m so drunk. Turn off the music Jake. Thanks for the dance.”

Jake sat there for a moment and stared blurrily into the fire. He drank his wine. His mind was annihilated. He set his empty glass down on the table. Finally he stood up. He filled a bucket with water and poured the water on the fire. The blaze abruptly died with a loud hiss and a cloud of smoke and steam. He dropped the bucket. Jake went inside. He locked the back door. He turned off the CD player and then he went to bed.

***

“Oh my God, don’t talk to me,” Helen muttered at Jake the next morning, terribly hung over, wandering around the house in her dressing gown, a cup of coffee in her hand.

Jake nodded at his wife. He looked and felt terrible. He felt like death warmed up. He groaned and stumbled back into the master bedroom, closed the door and crawled into bed.

Helen went out to the back porch. The empty bottles of wine were still out there, along with the two empty glasses from last night’s misadventure. She just wasn’t ready to clean up yet. It was a Sunday morning — there was no rush.

“I’m too old for this shit,” Helen said, before drinking the scolding coffee and burning her tongue. “Damn!”

Helen and Jake’s two 18 year old twin children crept towards the back door. She heard them.

“No,” Helen stated, without turning around to look at her two teenagers, “go back to bed — today is cancelled – forever.”

There was some laughter.

“Cruel brats,” Helen muttered.

“Told you they were up all night, drinking and carrying on,” Helen’s 18 year old son, Jon said to his twin sister Kerrie. “They’re both so hung over.”

“Yep,” Kerrie said, before bursting into laughter.

“Away,” Helen said, “I’m trying to die here in peace. Love you by the way.”

The two teenagers laughed again and vanished. Helen finally was able to drink some coffee and felt the rejuvenating and miraculous properties of caffeine begin to bring her back to life. She suddenly felt like getting up and moving. She was about to turn around and walk back inside the house, but on the spur of the moment, she strolled down the stairs at the edge of the back patio and then wandered across the backyard.

Helen ended up at the garden beds near the back fence. She pretended to study the bulbs and the shrubs, but she was very hung over. She groaned, rubbed her head, squinted against the feeble morning sun, cursed life and drank her coffee. For a second, Helen wondered – why had she bothered coming here to look at the back garden, when she felt so terrible? The answer came just moments later.

“Mrs. Poole,” a male voice called out, just as Helen was turning to go.

Helen froze. She whirled about. A young male was looking at her from over the fence. It was Michael, her next door neighbor’s 19 year old boy.

“Damn,” Helen hissed under her breath, aware she looked a mess.

Michael grinned at her.

“Oh, hi Michael,” Helen said awkwardly, trying to smooth her hair down and neaten herself up.

Helen and Michael looked at each other. He grinned at her and she smiled, despite her hangover. She ambled over. She liked talking to Michael. He was such a good looking kid. He was tall and well built. He was all dark and handsome. Michael was an intelligent young man and entirely harmless. Helen had known Michael and his parents for nearly ten years.

And further Michael had a crush on Helen. He had been crushing on her for years. Helen had expected him to get over it, but he never let it go. It left Helen feeling very flattered and Jake feeling somewhat intimidated. Helen just couldn’t help herself — she loved the attention.

“When are you going to start calling me Helen,” she asked Michael, after she reached the fence line, where he was, “Mrs. Poole is far too formal.”

Michael grinned. His eyes lit up. Helen laughed at him.

“Sure Helen,” Michael said, trying the name out. “I heard you and Mr. Poole at it last night. You sounded like you were partying all night.”

“Don’t remind me Michael,” Helen said, “the two of us are so hung over this morning. I’m far too old for that sort of thing.”

“You’re not that old Helen,” Michael said, before breaking into a grin and dropping his eyes to check her out.

Helen grinned and then drank more coffee. She liked this kid – he had the hots for her and it didn’t feel inappropriate or uncomfortable at all. It felt natural, normal and fun. He was 19 and she was 41, so sure there was an age difference, but it was entirely okay with her. He made her feel young.

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” Helen said with a twinkle in her eye. “I hope my shenanigans didn’t keep you up all night and make it so you couldn’t sleep Michael.”

Helen noticed his cheeky grin — so sexy.

“No, it was fine,” he said. “You’re so much fun Helen. You have a wild singing voice and you dance around a lot when you’re drunk.”

Helen laughed. Michael grinned.

“You’re so sweet to say so, but don’t remind me Michael.”

“It was good – you didn’t keep me up that much.”

I didn’t keep you up, that’s a shame! I think it would be fun to keep you up and going all night Michael.”

“It wouldn’t be very hard, if you did it Helen.”

Helen gasped. She feigned surprise and pretended to be offended. He laughed.

“Really, are you sure about that Michael? I thought it would end up being very hard?”

Michael grinned and then burst out laughing again.

“I’m just playing with you honey,” Helen said and then winked.

Michael smiled. Helen drank coffee. She wondered what else he would do to flirt with her. He was smiling and checking her out.

“I must look like such a mess Michael,” Helen said, preening herself in front of him.

“No, you look really good Helen,” he said softly, appraising her slowly.

“Yeah, you like what you see, do you honey,” Helen asked him with a gentle inviting smile.

Michael grinned. He was still so young and inexperienced. He had a couple of girlfriends, but they were young and inexperienced like he was. Michael wasn’t a virgin, but he needed an older woman to initiate him properly, Helen thought.

“Sure Helen,” Michael said, “you always look so beautiful.”

“I do – don’t I,” Helen said, “though, maybe not as much this morning.”

“You’re such a gorgeous looker Mrs. Poole, I mean Helen.”

“Wow, you’re such a charmer Michael,” Helen said, smiling, “charm the pants right off me, if I wasn’t careful, wouldn’t you?”

Michael laughed. Helen grinned.

“Sure would Helen,” Michael stated softly.

Jake’s wife winked at him and laughed. He joined in. She stepped in a bit closer. His eyes grew wide. She hadn’t taken a flirty conversation, with this young male, so far before. It felt good.

“Would you take my underwear as a trophy, Michael?”

“Hell yeah Helen,” Michael said, stepping in closer as well.

Helen grinned. She was about to say something further to escalate this encounter, but she stopped herself. She was married to Jake after all. She always flirted with men, but she always drew a limit to it, before it went too far. Again, she was married to Jake. She decided to back off.

Helen sighed. Michael stopped grinning.

“Are you okay Helen?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thanks Michael,” Helen said, “I don’t feel so hung over and old now. You’re good for my ego. I better get back inside and make those two rat-bags some breakfast.”

“I should come over and cook for you one morning,” Michael quickly offered.

Helen smiled. He was persistent and sweet. She liked that.

“Yes, that would be real nice Michael,” Helen said, watching him and refusing to rule it out. “I would like that.”

“Maybe one morning, when Mr. Poole is at work,” Michael added.

“And when the kids are out as well,” Helen said, with a grin.

“Sure,” Michael said, checking her out again, “how about tomorrow Helen?”

“Well, that may be a bit too soon Michael,” Helen said, surprised that her heart was starting to pound in her chest.

Michael scratched his head. He suddenly looked awkward. Helen came to his rescue. She wanted to leave him feeling positive and not just flat out reject him, then and there, on the spot. She didn’t want to be nasty. She really did want him to cook breakfast for her.

“Look, let me have a think about it Michael,” Helen said with a smile, “I’m not saying no. I promise I’ll get back to you soon honey.”

“Sure Helen,” Michael said, a smile growing on his handsome features.

Michael laughed and so did Helen. They gazed at each other for a moment. Helen softly bit her bottom lip and Michael ran his fingers through his hair. She finally said bye, turned and started walking back to the house. She heard Michael say bye. She was sure his eyes were lingering on her as she crossed the backyard, walked up the stairs, passed through the porch and entered her house.

“Damn, I should have said yes. I could have arranged a date with that kid,” Helen whispered.

Helen stopped herself — she was married to Jake. She gently slapped her forehead and then shook her head.

“What the…,” Helen whispered.

Helen turned and looked out into the backyard towards the fence line. Sure enough, Michael was still out there. Helen could easily imagine her next door neighbor’s kid without his shirt on — she had seen him shirtless before — he was lean and muscular and brown.

For a moment Helen imagined running her hands over his chest and abdomen. She suddenly had a flash of images in her mind. She saw herself kissing Michael on the mouth. It was a deep and passionate kiss. Then she imagined herself taking the rest of his clothes off. She aggressively shook her head as if to clear it. She was married to Jake after all.

“Damn kid, you make me so horny,” Helen whispered as she closed the back door behind her. “Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I wasn’t married. I would be after you in a second if I wasn’t…”

Helen stopped dead in her tracks. She gasped. She looked across at the stovetop, where her two teenagers were actually making their own breakfast. Helen suddenly remembered what Jake had said to her last night, while they were both drunk. It had almost slipped her mind, but then the memory of it came racing back into her consciousness all at once.

“Oh my God Michael,” Helen slowly hissed. “I can have you if I want. I can have you!”

“What mom,” Helen’s daughter Kerrie asked, turning to look at her distracted mother.

Helen shook her head again. She came back to planet Earth.

“Oh my God — what are you doing my loves — you’re actually cooking breakfast,” Helen exclaimed, racing forward, ready to take over.

***

Helen thought about it. In fact the idea of dating Michael occupied all her waking hours. She really did want to take Jake up on his offer, but she wanted to wait for the right time to discuss it with her husband. That right time arrived on the Wednesday, just a few days after that fateful Saturday night, when Jake blurted out his desire to see Helen with another male.

Helen and Jake were lying in bed together when she raised it. They had just finished having sex and they were both feeling good. It seemed to be a perfect time.

Helen lay her head on her husband’s chest. She slowly ran her index finger around and around his hairy belly. She was thinking about hot young Michael next door. She was thinking about the words, Jake had used last weekend, when he said he wanted to see her with another man. Now seemed like a good time to raise it with her husband.

“Hey baby,” Helen said, turning her head and looking up at Jake.

“Yeah Helen, honey,” Jake responded.

“Oh, never mind,” Helen said.

“What? What were you going to say?”

Helen paused for a moment for some dramatic effect, knowing it would cause her husband to become more interested in knowing what she had to say and then agreeing to what she wanted. Helen knew how to corner and play with her husband.

“What? Tell me Helen.”

Helen carefully reached out and gently took her husband’s cock in her fingers. She stroked the underside of his knob with her thumb. Jake kissed his wife’s scalp and then sighed.

“I love your dick Jake.”

The two of them laughed. They kissed and then Helen lay her head back down on Jake’s chest and waited.

“Go on, tell me Helen,” Jake whispered in her hair, a moment later.

Helen grinned. She carefully thought and then spoke.

“Well, you know how we were talking last weekend and you said you wanted me to find a boyfriend or date some guys I’m attracted to?”

Jake suddenly gasped. Helen could feel his body grow tense underneath her. She grinned at him. She stroked his cock and noticed it starting to thicken and straighten in her hand.

“Do you remember? Do you remember what you said Jake?”

“Oh yes,” Jake spluttered, “oh yeah, okay, ummm yeah, okay…”

“Well anyway,” Helen softly said, realizing that Jake’s invitation last weekend was influenced by alcohol and that further he may have changed his mind, now he was completely sober. “I think your suggestion might be a good idea.”

There was a long silent pause. Helen’s intuition explored her husband. Helen noticed Jake’s cock was growing and growing. It was soon fully erect. He was in two minds, she reasoned correctly. Helen rubbed her nose in his chest and exhaled warmly on his nipple. He sighed again and ran his fingers through her dark hair. Her hand curled around her husband’s cock.

“Would that be okay,” Helen softly asked, looking up at him, continuing to press her husband for agreement.

Jake looked at her quietly. He scratched his head. She kissed his nipple. She softly stroked his dick. Helen looked up at him again and spoke.

“You did say I could Jake, if I wanted to – if I had someone in mind.”

“Why, do you have someone in mind,” Jake asked as Helen dropped her head and kissed his other nipple.

“Well yeah, Jake honey,” Helen said, looking back up at him, stretching her body and laying over him.

Jake sighed and closed his eyes as his sexy little wife began exhaling into his ear and rubbing the point of his cock with her body.

“Do I know them? Who is it?”

Helen thought quickly. Jake and Michael had a tense sort of relationship. Michael was the good looking younger guy and Jake was twice Michael’s age and certainly not as good looking. Jake also knew Michael had the hots for his wife. Jake didn’t exactly dislike Michael — it was just a competitive thing, it was a territorial thing.

“Well…,” Helen said, before breaking off, hoping that Jake would press her to find out.

Jake whispered in his wife’s ear. Helen stroked his side with her free hand.

“C’mon, out with it woman.”

“Well, it’s Michael…”

There was another pause. Helen waited for her husband to respond. She exhaled in his ear. She kissed his neck.

“Michael? Michael? Michael! You mean the kid next door!”

Helen gently laughed. She breathed out, filling Jake’s ear with her soft hot words.

“Yes, that’s the Michael I mean Jake.”

“Oh my God Helen,” Jake exclaimed, the spell she had placed him under was suddenly broken, at least for the moment, “you know that kid and I don’t get on that well.”

Helen sighed. Jake sat up. Helen looked at him. She approached him from behind. She took him in her arms from behind.

“I’m sorry Jake baby,” Helen said, whispering in his ear and running her fingers through his hair. “I’m just trying to be honest and you did say last weekend…”

“Really, with Michael next door,” Jake asked, “the kid next door? He’s half your age Helen?”

Helen calculated again. How could she get him to agree? She thought holding him to his word would be a good place to start, since her seduction routine wasn’t currently working with him.

“Well, Jake honey, you did say I could be with someone else, if I was attracted to them,” Helen softly explained.

She waited to see how that would work and how Jake would respond.

Jake scratched his head.

“Yes, well I guess I had too much to drink,” he muttered.

“You weren’t that drunk, baby,” Helen continued, pushing. “I mean you were so insistent and you just went on and on about it. I mean I was so shocked and I didn’t think it was a good idea – remember, but you just kept going on about it. Are you saying that you were just drunk and didn’t really mean it?”

Jake scratched his head and sighed. Helen calculated. This approach seemed to be working. It was a better place to be in tactically, she thought.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jake said, shaking his head, “I thought I was just drunk when I said it.”

“You really weren’t that drunk, Jake. You came across as quite sober and sincere to be honest.”

“Oh God, I can’t really remember very well.”

Helen grinned. She pressed her face into his back while she held him in her arms. She made her next move after quickly calculating.

“You know I do love you Jake baby,” Helen whispered in his ear, “you’re my one and only. Always remember that. You did say there was a condition. I respect that. I’m certainly not looking to run off into the wide blue yonder with the kid from next door and leave you all alone Jake.”

Jake smiled. She kissed his ear and neck and then continued talking.

“But you did say I could baby, if I really wanted to…”

Helen sensed Jake was close to agreeing. She had softened him up by holding him to his word; then she had re-affirmed her love for him by respecting his condition; now she just had to turn him on. The battle would be won, once that was done.

Deep down Helen was sure her husband wanted to share her with Michael. For one thing, he hadn’t exploded and threatened her with divorce when she mentioned it – Jake, after all, was the one who had raised the possibility of her being with others.

Helen adjusted herself. She came around. She was now facing her husband. She wanted to overwhelm Jake with pleasure and her presence.

“You can watch me Jake. You can watch Michael and I at it,” Helen whispered into his ear, her hand sliding across his thigh and then around his hard cock. “I know you want to. You told me you wanted to watch me with someone, last weekend.”

Jake sighed. She made him feel so good.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind that much,” Jake whispered, “but does it have to be the kid next door?”

“Yes, Jake baby,” Helen whispered into his ear, her hand rolling and plunging and rising in his lap. “You can watch the good looking smart Alec next door take me. I know that would turn you on Jake. I know this whole thing turns you on. Michael has a crush on me. I know you’re all jealous and besides yourself honey. I know you’re turned on by it all.”

“I don’t…,” Jake said, before Helen cut him off by sealing his mouth with her own. The kiss shut off his words.

Helen was close to getting him to agree. Helen broke the hot passionate kiss. Jake grinned. His head spun. His beautiful little wife turned him on so much. His beautiful little wife had him well and truly back under her spell.

“C’mon Jake baby,” Helen whispered, still stroking him. “C’mon Jake, say yes and you can watch.”

“You promise you won’t leave me Helen?”

“No chance Jake,” Helen whispered, her slimy fist flying. “You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid baby.”

“You just want to play around with a hot young boyfriend?”

“That’s exactly what I want to do Jake.”

“Oh my God Helen — oh boy!”

Jake softly groaned. Helen felt a tremble ripple through his big body. He was close to coming in her hand. Helen was pleased. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Here, lay back honey,” Helen whispered, compelling her husband to stretch out with her soft hypnotizing words.

Jake lay back down on the bed and Helen stretched out on her side. Helen kissed his lips again and pushed her tongue inside Jake’s mouth. He clutched her body to his. Her hand squelched and squeaked. His cock was hard and throbbing and red.

“C’mon, Jake honey,” Helen softly moaned in his ear, filling him up with warm air, “just say yes darling.”

Jake suddenly came. Helen worked his hot exploding cock in her slippery fist. She stroked him firmly, really working the upper part of his cock as his semen flew. He shook really hard again and again.

“AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW HHHHEEEELLLLEEEENNNN! AAAAWWWW!”

“Say yes, darling,” Helen moaned in Jake’s ear, while she wrung him dry, causing him to flinch and rock and groan uncontrollably. “Say yes Jake baby — let me have Michael. Let me have him! Let me have him!”

“YES! YES! YES OKAY, HELEN, OKAY!”

“Good — it’s done then,” Helen said with satisfaction.

“YES! YES! YES OKAY, HELEN, OKAY!”

“Good, Jake honey,” Helen continued. “You won’t ever regret this, I promise.”

Helen grinned in her husband’s ear. She had made him agree. She kissed his cheek noisily and worked his cock well past the point of orgasm. He was shaking and bellowing and begging her to stop. Helen was happy. She had a yes from him. She could hold Jake to that. She refused to stop stroking him. She laughed happily in his ear as he pulled his wife’s flying hand out of his lap. He put Helen on her back. He stretched out over her. The two of them kissed deeply and passionately on the bed.

“I love you Helen,” Jake whispered, breathing hard, after breaking the kiss. “You’re my sexy little hot-wife.”

“I love you too baby,” Helen returned, “thank you for letting me have a boyfriend.”

Jake grinned. He was red faced.

“I really do want to see you with that annoying asshole of a kid Helen.”

“I know you do Jake,” Helen whispered back at him. “You’re just aching and dying for it.”

Jake sighed and kissed Helen’s mouth again. She purred and closed her eyes. Her mind calculated and raced on and on.

********

Jake paced backwards and forwards across the bedroom, as he watched his wife, as she got ready for her dinner date with Michael. Jake’s heart was pounding. He was trembling.

“Why don’t you go and get yourself a drink, Jake honey,” Helen said, as she carefully applied her mascara. “It might help you relax more.”

Jake grinned at his wife and she grinned back.

“Suit yourself Jake,” Helen said, “at the very least, can you sit down, so you don’t make me nervous as well.”

“Sure,” Jake said, sitting down on the edge of their bed. “Maybe I should call Jon and Kerrie to see if they’re okay?”

“Shoosh bud,” Helen said, putting her mascara brush down, looking up at the mirror and blinking, “Jon and Kerrie are perfectly fine. They’re out with their friends. They are both 18, after all.”

Jake grinned and nodded his head.

Jake gazed at his beautiful little wife. Helen stood before her mirror and applied her makeup. She had gone out earlier that day – her gleaming brown hair had been cut by her hairdresser. She had approached her beautician – her eyebrows were done and then she had a facial, a manicure and a pedicure.

Helen had come home with a sexy new dress. Then she had bathed, showered and perfumed her exquisite petite body. Then she had dressed. The preparation for this first date with the young man from next door had taken hours and cost a tidy sum of money.

Jake thought it was all worth it. Helen really did look gorgeous and so sexy. Her new dress really was provocative. It was white and tight and it plunged in the front, down to Helen’s upper abdomen. It showed off her tanned skin and the shape of her beautiful breasts. It ended at her feet. But further, the dress was translucent and showed everything, apart from the tips of Helen’s boobs and her crotch region, which the folds of the material, obscured to some extent. All the rest of Helen’s curves were clearly visible through the soft filmy glittering silk.

“You’re not wearing any underwear tonight,” Jake asked his wife with a grin.

“Oh no babe,” Helen said, “it would spoil the look.”

Helen went back to getting ready. She picked up her lipstick, adjusted it and applied it carefully to her lips. At that moment, there was a knock at the front door.

“Either he’s running early or I’m running late, as usual,” Helen announced, putting her lipstick down on the vanity for a moment.

“I’ll get the door and see him in Helen.”

“Thanks Jake,” Helen said, before picking up her lipstick again. “Maybe you should check on dinner as well.”

“For sure Helen,” Jake said quickly, bustling.

“Jake honey, please try and relax. Have a drink or two.”

Jake grinned and stepped out of the bedroom. He walked down the corridor, passed his children’s bedrooms and then through the lounge room. He paused at the front door for a moment. On the other side of that door stood a 19 year old male, who was there to date Jake’s wife.

Jake licked his lips. His heart really was pounding now. The woman he loved, the mother of his children had invited this 19 year old male to dinner. She had invited him over for a home cooked meal. She had arranged for her children to make themselves scarce. She had asked Jake if he could cook for the three of them.

The young man on the other side of that door craved Helen and he wanted to kiss Helen on the mouth and go to bed with Helen. He didn’t really care how Jake felt about the whole strange scenario unfolding before them all. That young male just wanted Helen. He hungered after Helen.

And there was no denying it: Jake’s wife, the mother of Jake’s children, Jake’s beloved Helen really wanted this 19 year old male from next door as well. Helen really desired this kid. There was no way Helen was going to say no to this kid. She was going to give him everything he wanted from her. As far as Jake was concerned it was a done deal — the only way it wouldn’t happen was if Michael fucked up and angered Helen. Jake was sure a smart kid like Michael wouldn’t make a mistake like that, he wouldn’t fuck up.

“How bizarre,” Jake whispered as he reached out and took the door handle in his fingertips.

Jake licked his bottom lip. He did need a drink. Suddenly Jake was shaken out of his thoughts — Michael knocked on the front door again. Jake gasped. He jumped with surprise.

“Jake,” Helen called out to him.

“I’ve got it,” Jake called back towards the bedroom where his wife was.

Jake grabbed the front door handle and turned it. He pulled the door back and sure enough Michael was standing there on the front porch. He was dressed in a suit. He held a bouquet of roses in his hand. He really was a handsome looking guy.

“Come in Mike,” Jake said.

“Thanks Mr. Poole,” Michael said, stepping past Helen’s husband and looking around for Jake’s wife.

“She’s almost ready Mike,” Jake said. “She’s just putting the final touches on her makeup. Do you want a drink? I think I need one.”

“Sure Mr. Poole,” Michael said, following Jake into the kitchen.

“You better call me Jake. I think it’s going to make all this a little less weird.”

Michael smiled. Jake quickly checked dinner. He picked up a wooden spoon and gave the pasta sauce a gentle stir.

“Smells good Jake — thanks for cooking.”

“My pleasure Mike,” Jake said, putting the spoon back down.

Jake pulled a bottle of good single malt scotch whiskey from the cupboard. He took down two glasses and placed them on the kitchen counter. He dropped a few ice cubes in each glass. He poured a double for each of them. The two males picked up their glass.

“Cheers,” Michael said, raising his glass and toasting Jake.

“Like-wise.”

They drank. The delicious burn ran across their tongues and then down their throats. Jake sighed. He instantly felt more comfortable.

“I hope you don’t mind me being here for your date with my wife, Mike,” Jake said, running a finger around the edge of his glass.

“No, I don’t mind,” Michael said, “Helen spoke to me about it. She explained everything.”

Michael drank his scotch.

“I guess this is all a bit weird, but I want you to know that I don’t object to this. Helen and I spoke about all this as well. I’m not standing in the way. I’m okay with you dating my wife. It’s what she wants…”

Michael nodded. There was a pause.

“It’s what I want as well,” Jake continued, nodding his head.

“Thanks Jake,” Michael said. “I really care about Helen. I’m attracted to her. I want her to be my girlfriend.”

“I know you do,” Jake said, “that’s why I’m happy to have you here. If things work out, and I’m sure they will, then Helen and I can talk to the kids and the rest of the family…”

“Yes, I can talk to my parents as well,” Michael said, interrupting.

Jake was about to say something more, but he and Michael heard Helen’s sharp footsteps on the tiled floor. Michael broke into a grin. He turned.

“You wait to you see her,” Jake said, his cock getting even harder in his pants, “oh boy, she looks hot.”

Michael felt his temperature rise. He clutched his bouquet of roses and waited.

A second later Helen walked into the kitchen. Helen and Michael’s eyes locked together. There was a silent moment. Michael dropped his eyes — his gaze slowly wandered all over Helen. Jake was silent. He gulped his scotch. The ice clinked in Jake’s glass.

“Like what you see Michael,” Helen softly asked her date, after a moment, with a smile on her face.

“Yes, you look so beautiful Helen,” Michael whispered.

“Yeah Michael — am I sexy enough for you? I’m no spring chicken honey.”

Helen turned from side to side showing off her body. Michael grinned and nodded. Helen looked delicious and Michael’s cock was already hard. Helen’s eyes dropped and she smiled. She could see the shape of his dick through his pants. She lingered on it. Jake noticed his wife do it and so did Michael.

“Hmmm good,” Helen whispered.

“You look so hot. You look amazing Helen.”

Jake finished his drink. He quickly poured himself another. He went back to stirring the sauce.

“Thank you Mike,” Helen said, “are those flowers for me?

“Sure are, they’re nowhere near as beautiful as you are though,” Michael said, as Helen came forward and took the bouquet from him, studied the roses, dropped her head and inhaled their scent.

“They’re lovely,” Helen whispered.

“Do you want me to put them in water for you Helen,” Jake asked.

“Sure Jake,” Helen said, handing the bouquet to her husband. Jake took the flowers. Helen leant in and placed her hand on Michael’s arm, got up on her toes and kissed Michael’s cheek softly. She left an imprint of her lips, in red lipstick, on his tanned cheek.

“You’ve marked him,” Jake said, looking at the shape of his wife’s lips on Michael’s cheek.

“I sure have,” Helen whispered with a grin, “he’s my territory.”

“I want to kiss you right now,” Michael whispered.

Helen burst into laughter.

“Patience babe,” Helen said with a smile, “all good things to those who wait.”

Jake popped the flowers in a vase of water as they spoke. He turned back to the meal he was making. Michael and Helen made eyes at each other.

“How long until dinner Jake,” Helen asked, looking up into Michaels’ eyes, her hand still caressing his arm.

“About half an hour Helen.”

“Uh huh,” Helen whispered, her eyes locked on Michael’s mouth. “Maybe you and I should get drinks and talk on the back porch Michael. You’ll be pretty occupied in here, won’t you Jake?”

Jake grinned. Michael laughed.

“More or less Helen,” Jake replied.

“Good, I’ll keep young Michael here occupied. Can you pour me a scotch darling and top up Michael as well?”

Jake prepared a scotch on the rocks for Helen. He added more whiskey to Michael’s drink.

“Why don’t you take that off,” Helen suggested, reaching out and helping her date take off his jacket.

Michael’s jacket came off.

“Well, I’ve taken off your first piece of clothing Mike,” Helen softly announced, his jacket in her hands, “I wonder how long it will be before I have all your clothing off?”

“Not too long, I think,” Jake said with a grin.

“Damn right Jake,” Helen added, looking up into Michael’s eyes.

Michael smiled. The young man was almost licking his lips. He gazed down at Jake’s wife. Helen put Michael’s jacket down on a chair. They picked up their drinks.

“C’mon baby,” Helen said, reaching out and taking her young date’s hand, “let’s go out the back and talk.”

Jake turned his head and watched his wife and the kid next door vanish. He could hear his wife’s high heels tapping on the tiled floor as they walked towards the back of the house. He also heard them talking and laughing.

“Jesus Christ,” Jake hissed.

Jake stirred his sauce. Then he prepared the pasta, the salads and the bread. He got the table all set. He had no idea what his wife and her date were doing or talking about, while they drank together out on the back porch.

***

The three of them had eaten dinner. It had been a good meal. Jake had watched his wife and Michael together. The two of them drank some wine while they ate and made small talk, while Jake remained silent and unseen.

It was the most exhilarating, excruciating and unusual experience for Jake. He sat there and watched his own wife flirt with another guy at the family dinner table. Jake watched Helen carefully feed Michael his own dinner, in front of her husband, off her own fork. There was much laughter and crude banter. Jake watched them talk intimately together. Jake noticed the way they looked at each other and noted the long silences when Helen and Michael just gazed into each other’s eyes, their hands linked as they ate.

“Are you enjoying this Jake,” Helen asked her husband, when Michael excused himself to go to the toilet, once dinner was finished.

Jake went red. He was almost drunk. He looked at his beautiful little wife as he set the dirty dishes down on the kitchen counter.

“Yes Helen,” Jake whispered, “I love it. He’s completely under your spell. I love the way you seduce him.”

“And you don’t mind sleeping on the couch tonight,” Helen asked him.

“No, I don’t mind Helen,” Jake replied.

“Good Jake — because he’s going to be staying the night. I’ve decided that. I’m pretty determined. He’s spending the night in our bed, with me honey.”

Jake gasped. Helen stepped up to her husband. She was up on her toes. She whispered in Jake’s ear.

“And you can clean up the wet spot, tomorrow Jake.”

Jake gasped again, Helen grinned.

“Do you like that idea Jake?”

“Yes Helen, I do,” Jake whispered, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Jake baby,” Helen softly said, “this date is just as much about you, as it is about Michael and I.”

“I know my love.”

“Of course, Michael and I are going to end up enjoying this night far more than you will babe. Don’t you forget that Jake honey. He’s going to get to touch me and penetrate me tonight — not you.”

“I won’t, I won’t forget. Oh my God – I love you so much Helen.”

“I know you do Jake.”

A moment later Michael returned. Helen grabbed his hand. The three of them went out onto the back porch, bearing wine and glasses.

“Jake, can you put on some music, while Michael and I get the fire going?”

“Sure Helen,” Jake said, putting the bottle and the wine glasses down on the outdoor table.

“Make it something slow and sexy Jake. I want to dance with Mike.”

Jake grinned and nodded. He went inside and ended up pulling out all the family CDs, looking for that special one. He held it up when he found it. He put the CD in the player and pressed play. A soft and sensual music began to spread out across the back of the house.

“Nice one Jake,” Helen called out.

Jake stepped through the back door and onto the porch. The fire was roaring. The two lovebirds had poured a glass of wine for themselves. They were standing together, talking by the glowing crackling pit. Jake sat down on the outdoor lounge, poured himself a glass of red and drank as he watched his wife and her young date. They talked, smiled and laughed together.

Helen drained her glass of wine. She took Michael’s glass from him and set the glasses down on the outdoor table. She turned back to her date. She stepped right into his arms. She sighed and closed her eyes. She pressed her body right up against his. She placed her arms around his neck.

Jake watched Michael. He noticed just how excited and overwhelmed this 19 year old guy was. Clearly Michael was infatuated with Helen. Michael held Helen close and tight. The two of them began to slow dance. The two of them moved gently, turning around and around on the spot to the sound of the music as it softly poured forth from the speakers.

“Do I feel good all pressed up against you, Mike honey,” Helen asked him.

“Yeah Helen,” Michael whispered, his nose in her soft fragrant hair. “You feel so good against me.”

Helen laughed softly. She looked up at Michael. She caressed the side of his face with her warm palm and gently rubbed the tip and underside of his cock with her body. He beamed at her.

“You’re so hard Michael darling,” Helen said, “I think you’ll tear right out of your good pants any moment now.”

“Maybe,” Michael whispered down into her ear, “I think you would make a dead man hard.”

Helen laughed.

“Do I turn you on, do I Mike?”

“You sure do.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you got hidden inside your good pants.”

“Maybe, I should show you now,” Michael whispered. “I think you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will,” Helen said, “but I want to dance with you a bit more first and keep stirring you up.”

Michael laughed. He ran his hands over Helen possessively. Jake watched the young male from next door do it. Jake could hear his wife’s words, over the music, as she wound Michael up. She was drawing this seduction out. The teasing and crude flirting went on and on.

“I bet you’re just dying to show me what you’ve got,” Helen continued speaking, “I bet you’re dying for me to see it, to kiss it softly.”

“God yes Helen,” Michael whispered, getting more and more excited.

“You really want to use it on me, don’t you Mike?

Michael clutched Helen. His hands roved over her back and her behind. She was up on her toes and was exhaling in his ear. Their close flirty dance continued.

“I sure do,” Michael said.

Jake watched them play their game under the starry sky, their features glowing from the fiery pit. Their fingers moved slowly. Helen was tickling the tip of Michael’s cock and he was stroking her spine and behind.

“I really want to kiss you Helen,” Michael said.

“Are you looking to get permission?”

Michael laughed.

“Maybe,” Michael whispered.

“Well, why don’t you ask my husband then,” Helen said, stroking his hair, “or, maybe you could just take what you want instead.”

Jake drained his wine and reached for the bottle. He was all set to give this kid permission to kiss Helen if he was asked. He poured a fresh glass of wine for himself and drank.

There was no need for Jake to grant his approval though. Michael took what he wanted. Michael took what he wanted in front of Helen’s husband. Jake almost came in his pants. His cock twitched and rubbed and leaked.

Michael reached out and placed his hand on the side of Helen’s face. She closed her eyes and parted her glossy red lips as the young male leant in. A second later their mouths had met. She drowned in his arms and his head spun.

Jake gasped softly. He was so close to ejaculating in his underwear. He heard Helen and then Michael sigh with pleasure as they kissed under the stars. Jake just couldn’t turn away. He watched the two of them, endlessly fascinated by this drama they were creating together.

“Did you get all that Jake,” Helen asked a moment later, after breaking the first kiss she had ever shared with Michael.

“Yeah Helen,” Jake whispered. “It was beautiful to watch.”

“Good Jake,” Helen continued.

Helen and Michael kissed again. He held her snugly in his arms. Their lips smacked and rolled softly together. Helen opened her mouth and invited Michael to push his tongue inside. Helen cupped the sides of his handsome young face in the palms of her hands and sighed again as he accepted the invitation and pressed his tongue inside and began to explore the interior of Helen’s mouth.

Then Jake watched with bated breath as Michael ran his palms over Helen’s breasts and began touching and tickling and pinching her nipples with his fingertips. Helen then dropped one of her own hands. She ran it straight down the kid’s belly and over the prominent bulge in his pants. Helen slowly began squeezing Michael’s crotch and scratching the underside of his cock with her fingernails.

The two of them were getting noisier and more distracted. Jake had been forgotten. Helen broke the deep kiss with a soft gasp. Michael saw her neck and went for it. She sighed and slowly ran her fingers through his hair as he leant down and in and began to kiss Helen’s neck. She opened her eyes for a moment and gazed at her husband with a glassy eyed distracted look. Another moment later her jaw slowly dropped and her eyes closed as Michael began kissing a sensitive spot at the nape of Helen’s neck.

“That feels so good Michael,” Helen whispered. “Yes, kiss me there darling. I like that so much.”

Jake just couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much to watch. He put his wine glass down and reached into his pocket and began rubbing his cock with his fingertips. He groaned and his legs began to shake. He began shooting his hot semen into his underwear. He watched through half closed eyes as the kid from next door kissed and groped his wife in front of him. Jake shuddered. He gasped and moaned softly.

“C’mon, let’s take this to the bedroom Michael,” Helen said.

Michael broke contact with Helen’s neck. They kissed on the lips for another long hot moment. Helen rubbed Michael’s cock through his pants and Michael was stroking Helen’s pussy through her sheer sexy dress.

“C’mon let’s go,” Helen said, after breaking the kiss.

“For sure Helen,” Michael hissed, breathing hard.

Jake meanwhile had finished his orgasm. He had shuddered to a stop. Helen looked in her husband’s direction with a grin and a flushed face.

“Did you enjoy that Jake darling,” Helen asked, well aware that her husband had shot his load in his pants.

Jake grinned. He was red faced. Michael looked down at Jake triumphantly. The young 19 year old neighbor boy couldn’t help but gloat — he had Helen. He had a woman. He had the real thing. Helen’s husband had his hand only.

“Jake?”

“Yes, Helen honey,” Jake said, his face burning, not able to look at the smarmy and arrogant looking kid, who was about to screw his sexy hot-wife in Jake’s own marital bed. “It felt so good.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it Jake,” Michael said, grinning. “It’s good to use your hand sometimes.”

“Thanks Mike,” Jake said, still not able to look in Michael’s direction.

Helen watched her husband for a moment. She studied him. A smile played at the edges of her mouth.

“C’mon Michael,” Helen whispered, taking the boy’s hand in hers and leading him across the porch, through the back door and into the house, “kid, I’m going to give it to you tonight. I’m going to let you have it in the worst way.”

“I can’t wait,” Michael said.

There was some laughter from inside the house. Then it abruptly ended as the door to the master bedroom was slammed shut.

Jake sat there for another moment. He slowly drained his glass of red wine. He felt drunk. He stood up and swayed on the spot. He inhaled the cool night air. He put his glass down on the table. Their time outside had come to an end. Jake picked up his bucket, filled it with water at the outdoor tap and then drenched the fire. He walked into the house through the back door. He locked the back door and then he went to find Helen and Michael. They were of course in the master bedroom.

The house inside was dark. Jake stumbled down the corridor. He stopped outside the master bedroom. The door was closed. Jake reached out and took the door handle in his fingertips. His palm closed around the knob. He turned it. The door handle would not budge — Helen had locked him out of his own bedroom. For a moment Jake thought of knocking on the door. He was all set. Then he decided against it.

Jake grinned. He scratched his head. Should he just stand there outside the bedroom door and listen to them at it, he wondered.

Jake could hear the two of them inside the master bedroom. He could hear them laughing and talking together. He could even hear their hot deep kisses, their long sighs and their groans. Jake was tempted to knock on the door, but he did not.

“I love you Helen,” Jake said softly, reaching out and slowly running his fingertips down the bedroom door.

Jake then turned and slowly walked down the corridor to the lounge room. He sat down on the couch. He stretched out and lay his head back and down on a cushion. He could still hear the soft muffled laugher of his wife and her young lover as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

***

Helen unbuttoned Michael’s shirt. He reached behind Helen, ran his hands up her back and found the clasp which kept her silken translucent dress together. The two of them were kissing passionately and deeply, as their fingers fumbled and worked.

Michael unsnapped Helen’s dress. The white glittering fabric seemed to just fall apart. The flimsy garment fell from her shoulders. It slipped over her skin and dropped to the floor in a beautiful pile at her feet. Helen meanwhile undid the last button on Michael’s shirt and tore it off him.

“Oh my God,” Michael said, after breaking the kiss, Helen’s hand racing over his bare tanned chest, down his hard stomach and into the buckle and zipper on his pants.

Michael stared at Helen’s beautiful little body. He ran his eyes quickly over her pear shaped breasts. He gazed at the curve of her hips and at the neat dark triangle of public hair.

“Like what you see Michael baby?”

“God yes Helen,” Michael said, reaching out and placing his hands on her breasts and tweaking the points of her nipples with his thumbs.

Helen sighed. She closed her eyes as Michael handled her. Suddenly she gasped and then broke into laughter. Michael had run his hand down her warm body and into her pussy.

“Oh, stroke me Mike,” Helen whispered.

Michael pulled Helen closer. He smoothed Helen’s dark hair back and buried his lips in the place where her shoulder met her neck. He was still caressing her pussy. She undid him and unzipped Michael in an instant. His long pants fell into their footprint on the bedroom floor.

Helen sighed and then she started laughing as Michael softly ate her slender neckline and then munched on and invaded her delicate ear with the tip of his tongue. Her beautiful earring fell off.

“C’mon, step out of your pants and your shoes,” Helen said, kicking off her high heels.

Michael broke his kiss. He stepped out of his pants. He kicked off his own shoes. Helen reached down and took his underwear in her fingertips. She abruptly pulled his underwear down. Michael’s cock bounced in front of Helen’s delighted eyes. She gasped. She squealed and then she laughed.

“Ah, nice one Michael,” Helen purred, staring at the large cock.

“You like it Helen?”

“I love it Mike!”

“I’m going to use it on you,” Michael threatened, so excited.

“I know! I know!”

Michael pulled Helen to her feet. They kissed deeply in front of the bed. She broke it. Removed her other earring and dropped it. She then took Michael’s hand in hers.

“C’mon, come with me,” Helen whispered, taking Michael’s hand and leading him to her marriage bed.

They both climbed onto the marriage bed. Michael put Helen on her back. She laughed and sighed underneath him as he buried his lips in her neck and squeezed and crushed her breasts with his hands. Michael then slid his hand down Helen’s body and between her legs.

“Oh kid,” Helen whispered fiercely, closing her eyes as Michael ravaged her body with his lips and hands.

Michael withdrew his hand from Helen’s pussy. He licked and sucked on his fingers. He made them wet and shiny with his saliva. He placed his hand back between Helen’s legs. His slippery fingers wriggled around in Helen’s folds. Then he pressed when he found the entrance to her hot body.

“Oh God Mike,” Helen hissed, throwing her head back, clutching his wrist, closing her eyes and breathing deeply as his fingers broke into her body and disappeared inside.

“You like that Helen,” Michael asked with a grin, looking down into her face.

“I’m going to make you cum like this baby,” Michael said.

“Oh yeah baby,” Helen whispered, before pulling him down on top of her and sealing his lips with her own.

Michael fingered Helen with long deep twisting strokes. He rubbed her clitoris and she arched her back and broke their kiss abruptly.

“Oh Mike, that’s nice,” Helen declared loudly, before laughing.

“God I want to fuck you,” Michael announced, the volume in his voice rising.

“Oh yeah, c’mon baby,” Helen rushed out, her heart pounding and her need for Michael becoming even more urgent.

Michael was between her thighs. Helen opened her legs even wider. The two of them were playing with his hard cock. They were fumbling it. They were so ready. Michael slapped Helen’s hand away. She gasped and laughed.

“Okay, you do it mister, but just do it…,” Helen hissed, before she broke into a long drawn out wail, threw her head back and closed her eyes.

Michael gasped. His jaw slowly dropped. He had found the spot. His large, engorged and leaking knob had found the place between Helen’s puffy hot lips. He had pushed hard and she had given him very little in the way of resistance.

“Oh my God, Helen,” Michael whined as he felt his knob enter Helen’s body, her slick wet lips sliding over his head and then closing around the first inch and then slipping along his hard tingling shaft as he pushed his cock deep inside her.

“Oh, you bastard of a kid,” Helen whispered, grabbing hold of his shoulders and running them down his arms.

Michael looked down at Helen’s face in the dark. She wore a mask of pleasure. He could feel Helen’s pussy accept him. He could feel her engulf him in a hot slippery grasp. He pushed deeper and deeper until he could go on further.

“I love it. I love you,” Michael hissed in her hair.

“Yeah, you love it,” Helen whispered into his ear, “You love me do you baby?”

“Oh yeah Helen,” Michael said, “It’s so good.”

Michael’s cock was so hard and it was so deep. He could feel Helen clutching him in her soft molten velvet pussy. His head rubbed so gently. The underside of his shaft swam with sensation. He pushed just a touch more. He felt like an orgasm would erupt from his body at any second.

“It’s okay if you can’t hold on Mike baby,” Helen whispered. “You and I have a lot of sexual tension to work through.”

“No, no I’m okay,” Michael hissed into her ear.

Michael sought out Helen’s lips. They kissed deeply and desperately. He suddenly drew back his hips. His thick cock withdrew from Helen’s hot grasp. He pushed forward and sighed in Helen’s open mouth as his hard dick slipped back inside Helen’s body.

Michael did it again and then again. They broke their kiss. Helen grabbed him. She gasped and then groaned into his ear. She buried her fingernails in him. His hips collided with hers with a soft slap.

“Oh God,” Helen whined, her voice rising in volume.

“Helen!”

“It’s good, isn’t baby,” Helen exclaimed, her voice rising even more.

Their bodies moved together as they built a rhythm. Helen rolled upwards and he drove in. Their bodies collided with a sharper and sharper thud as their sex grew even more intense and aggressive. Michael forced her to hyperventilate, he caused her to wheeze and gasp as he thrust inside her.

“God I’m so glad we did this Mike,” Helen hissed.

“Yes me too!”

“Oh my God baby!”

“Awww Helen!”

“Let’s change positions Mike honey,” Helen suddenly urged.

“Okay, okay — I want to do it doggy style,” he whispered out of breath.

Helen laughed at him. They kissed.

“C’mon, then doggy,” Helen said to him, after they had broken their kiss, Michael withdrew his hard cock from Helen’s body and climbed off her.

Michael laughed.

Helen got up onto her hands and knees. She was facing the bed head. Her behind was facing Michael. She stretched out on her hands and elbows, lowering her upper body, until her face was in the pillow, while she swung her bum at Michael.

Michael laughed. He took his dick in his hand and moved forward. He placed the tip of his cock against Helen’s wet looking pussy. He thrust forward with little warning and no patience. The point just drove in.

“Oh my God Mike,” Helen screamed as his cock plunged back inside her, up to the balls, in one long slippery stroke.

“Oh shit Helen,” Michael whined.

“Oh God Mike!”

He held Helen’s hips in the palm of his hands and thrust forward as she swung back hard. Their bodies crashed into each other with one strong slap after another.

Helen lifted her head off the pillow. Her long dark hair flashed about. Her beautiful pear shaped breasts swung and her body trembled as she was struck again and again by Michael’s powerful movements.

“Awww honey,” Helen said, “Not long now! Oh my God!”

Michael closed and opened his eyes over and over. He looked down at Helen’s moving behind. It was so cute and tanned. He watched his long thick cock vanish and reappear from Helen’s hair lined pussy as he fucked her. He released a long drawn out groan. He moved his dick in and out. Sex had never felt this good before with a woman. He watched his cock vanish and reappear. That simple instinctive motion caused a whole sea of pleasure to course through him. The sensation washed through him and pooled in places all over his skin.

“Ohhhh Helen, beautiful!”

“Michael, come on. Now…!”

Helen!”

“Love you kid!”

“Helen, love you!”

“Awwwwww!”

Perspiration broke from their skin. Their moving bodies glowed. They had become one. The pleasure surged back and forth between them and then they were just one — a moving form consumed and held together by pleasure.

Helen lost it first, instantly followed by Michael. A moment was reached, when the pleasure temporarily plateaued, then over the edge they went like they were on a rollercoaster and the pleasure just exploded.

AAAAWWWW MMMMIIIIKKKKEEEE!”

FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK HHHHEEEELLLLEEEENNNN!”

Their rhythm abruptly broke down. Michael was holding Helen’s hips nice and tight. Their bodies raced back and forth, and then they were just wildly rubbing against each other, Michael’s shooting dick completely inside Helen’s hot wet body. She was trembling and he was trembling. They were both going crazy and both of them were blasting each other with words and groans in the dark.

“OOOOHHHH MMMMIIIIKKKKEEEE! OOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH!”

“HHHHEEEELLLLEEEENNNN AAAAWWWW! AAAAWWWW!”

Michael shot his load hard. He shuddered and shook as he delivered each hot spurt. Helen was squirting. Both of them were flinching, their jaws agape and their eyes closed tight. Suddenly they burst out laughing and they just couldn’t stop laughing. Then Michael stopped ejaculating. Helen shivered to a conclusion, but her body was still tingling.

Helen and Michael lay forward. She stretched out on her belly and he lay down over her, his sweaty body on top of hers. They stopped laughing. He exhaled hotly in her ear.

“Oh my God Mike,” Helen whispered, catching her breath, “that was good. You really know how to take care of a girl.”

Michael softly laughed in Helen’s ear. She laughed as well. A moment later he had rolled off her. She had turned towards him and the two of them were kissing each other’s lips.

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It was two months later. It was late at night. They were lazing around, watching television together, in Helen and Jake’s lounge room. Jake was sitting in his favorite easy chair, trying to focus on the celebrity chef program blaring from the television set, but he was only half watching. His attention was really elsewhere. His attention was always elsewhere.

Helen and Michael were huddled together, under a blanket, on the couch. The two of them were in each other’s arms. Helen and her boyfriend were kissing deeply and passionately.

“God, can you two just go get a room,” Jake said, joking.

Helen abruptly broke their kiss. She and Michael looked at Jake with a grin.

“Go back to your TV watching, stop being so jealous, and mind your own bees wax buddy,” Helen told Jake, while Michael slowly brushed Helen’s hair to one side with his fingers and began to kiss her neck.

Jake grinned and watched the television for a moment.

“You two lovebirds never stop, do you,” Jake said with a grin, from his easy chair.

“No way,” Michael replied, “I love kissing your wife, Jake. I love fucking her and making her purr.”

“You love making me cum, don’t you Mike,” Helen whispered.

There was some silence for a second and then a moment later, the three of them began laughing and then a moment after that Michael and Helen kissed each other again.

Jake couldn’t help but watch the two lovebirds together on the couch. He had to hand it to Helen — she really was getting what she wanted. Jake marveled at his hot-wife. It was just as he expected. Helen and Michael were in love and they were inseparable.

Jake and his wife had sat the kids down and explained what was happening just one week after Helen and Michael’s first eventful date. At the beginning Jon and Kerrie didn’t really understand why their mother needed to have a boyfriend when she was married to their father. Jake and Helen, however, spent a lot of time explaining and giving their kids an opportunity to have their say. It helped that their mother’s boyfriend was Michael from next door, whom the two kids had always liked. It didn’t take long for Jon and Kerrie to accept that there were two men in their lives from now on — one was their dad and the other was mom’s boyfriend.

Michael had more of a problem explaining his actions to his own parents. They were confused and continued to be confused. It didn’t matter what Helen, Jake and Michael said — the 19 year olds parents just couldn’t understand why their son would enter into a romantic relationship with a woman twice his age, who was married, and with her husband’s full and unqualified support.

It wasn’t long before Michael moved into Helen and Jake’s house with them. Helen’s good looking young boyfriend took Jake’s place in the master bedroom, just a month after Helen and Michael’s first date. Michael’s parents tried to talk their determined son out of it, but the 19 year old moved in next door anyway. Jake had to convert the garage into a bedroom for himself. The last two months really had been eventful, Jake thought.

Helen looked at Jake as Michael worked on her ear and neck with his lips and tongue. Helen didn’t say anything. She sighed and closed her eyes as her boyfriend kissed her sensitive spots. Michael exhaled hotly in her ear and moved his hand around her breast and gently crushed it and rubbed the tip through her top. His hand slowly moved under the blanket. Jake enjoyed the distracted and excited look on Helen’s face.

“Oh God Mike,” Helen hissed as Michael wormed his hand underneath his girlfriend’s top, slid his fingers over Helen’s warm skin and closed his hand around her breast again.

Jake loved watching his wife and the 19 year old together. It was true that Helen was now denying her husband sex, but at least Jake was allowed to watch the two lovebirds and just watching wasn’t too bad. Jake loved seeing his wife getting pleasured. Jake enjoyed seeing the relationship between his wife and her boyfriend develop; get deeper, more loving and all consuming.

This relationship between Helen and Michael occupied so much of Jake’s thoughts. It tended to dominate Jake’s mind when he should have been running his business. It certainly was the main factor and concern in his life when he was at home.

It was more or less agreed that Michael would postpone his entry to college, against his parent’s advice and wishes, so he could spend all his time with Helen. And Jake thought it was a good idea that Helen let her part-time job go, so she could devote all her time to Michael.

Basically the two lovers just dropped everything to explore their relationship full-time, without any distractions, or any of the mundane responsibilities which plagued the lives of average people. Jake took care of everything — he cleaned, cooked, worked, paid the bills and looked after the children when needed. Helen was so pleased with her husband. He was being truly supportive.

“Come here and kiss me,” Helen whispered at Michael.

Helen took the sides of Michael’s face in the palms of her hands. She looked into his lively eyes. She leant in, closing her eyes, turning her head and their lips met. Jake saw the soft jolt of pleasure that ran through them. Jake never grew tired of watching Helen and Michael. It made Jake constantly hard.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed Michael,” Helen whispered in his face, while she ran her fingers through his hair, after breaking their kiss, “I really feel like spoiling you tonight baby.”

“Oh wow, that sounds promising,” Michael said, gazing into Helen’s eyes.

“It will be darling,” Helen whispered, “c’mon.”

The two lovers pulled themselves apart from their tight embrace. The blanket slipped to the lounge room floor. They stood up.

“C’mon, Jake honey, come and watch me spoil this guy,” Helen said as Michael took her hand, led her out of the lounge room and down the corridor.

Jake quickly turned off the television set. He double checked everything in his mind. The doors were all locked, the washing up was all done, and then the lights were all out. He turned and followed his wife and her boyfriend down the corridor and into the master bedroom. A grin was spreading across Jake’s face as he closed and locked the bedroom door behind him.

Helen and Michael were already undressed as Jake turned to face his wife and her boyfriend. Jake sat down in the chair he always used when he watched the two lovebirds get hot and intimate together.

Jake grinned. Michael was fully erect and was flexing his cock for Jake’s wife. Helen laughed as Michael flexed.

“Get down on that bed kid and get ready,” Helen stated, with a grin.

Jake laughed.

Michael lay back on the large bed. He dropped the back of his head on the pillow and stretched his body out. He was smiling. He was gazing at Helen’s body.

“Watch this Jake,” Helen whispered, “and imagine it’s you, instead of Michael, copping it.”

“For sure Helen,” Jake whispered. “I can dream.”

“You sure can Jake,” Helen said.

Jake’s wife climbed onto the bed. She approached her lover, on her hands and knees, in the dark. She dropped her head and softly exhaled warm air on Michael’s toes as she passed by. She gently kissed both his feet as she progressed. She reached out with her hands and ran her fingertips and her lips along his thighs.

Jake watched Michael. The young male was trembling slightly. Jake was sure Michael’s hair was standing up on end. Jake’s cock was so hard. He loved watching Helen stir Michael up.

“You like that Mike honey,” Helen whispered up at him as her palms curled around his hips and then slowly slid along his sides and over his chest.

“Yeah Helen,” Michael whispered back, his words dissolving into a sigh as Helen dropped her head in Michael’s belly and began to breathe all over Michael’s hard tingling abdomen.

Jake gasped. He watched his wife slowly run her hand down Michael’s side, turn left and then cruise over Michael’s hip, across his lower belly and then curl around his hard cock. Jake leaned to his side and could just see his wife’s fingers slipping and touching the underside of Michael’s dick.

“Oh boy,” Michael whispered, closing his eyes, as Helen lay over him, her hand disconnecting from his cock as she began eating his neck and ear.

The young male wrapped Jake’s wife up in his strong arms and buried his face in her hair as she softly devoured him. Jake could see him. Jake could see how desperate he was. His hands were running up and down Helen’s spine. She was rubbing his cock. She was grinding her lower body against him. Jake grinned.

“You drive him crazy Helen,” Jake whispered at his sexy little hot-wife.

“I sure do Jake,” Helen whispered back, looking up from Michael’s wet neck.

It was an exquisite journey in the dark. The beautiful petite female slowly ravished the large muscular male underneath her with infinite care and attention to all of his most vulnerable erogenous zones. Helen could read Michael as if she were reading her favorite book. Jake watched the small dark creature, who was his wife, move slowly over the larger dark creature, who lay prostrate underneath her. Jake couldn’t help but stroke his cock through his pants.

The bedroom was filled with sighs and the smacks of kisses. Limbs slowly roved in the darkened master bedroom. Brown hair swished and toes curled. Soon Michael was twisting, turning and gasping as Helen struck each sensitive spot on his body with her lips, fingers, tongue and teeth. He grabbed her and was about to put her on her back.

“Don’t you dare mister,” Helen warned him. “You just lay there and take it like a man.”

Jake laughed. He reached into his pants and underwear and squeezed his dick.

“Oh my God Helen,” Michael hissed, falling back down onto the bed.

Helen giggled.

“No more teasing Mike?”

“No more Helen,” Michael hissed in reply, “I’m so wired and on edge already.”

“Good baby, good,” Helen said.

Helen adjusted herself. She lay on her belly, between her boyfriend’s legs. She looked up at Michael’s balls and long thick cock. She took the base in her hand. She moved over it. Michael was watching her through half closed eyes. Jake was sitting on the edge of his seat, his hand working his dick with short sharp strokes.

“Oh, that tastes nice baby,” Helen whispered, after slowly dragging her flat tongue over the tip, and collecting all of the clear fluid welling and running from the point.

“Awww Helen,” Michael whispered, “I’m so glad you’re my girlfriend.”

“Me too baby,” Helen said.

Helen licked the point again and then again as she loosely held the base of Michael’s shaft in her hand and stroked her boyfriend’s balls with the fingers of her other hand. She could taste his pre-cum on the tip of her tongue and smell his aroma. It was intoxicating. She felt so horny.

“Ohhh yeah,” Michael said, quickly joined by Helen who repeated it after her boyfriend. “Ohhh yeah baby.”

Helen grinned at him. She dropped her head and slurped on the knob. She just held the knob in her mouth. She sucked him firmly.

Michael reached out and placed his hand on the back of her head. He really wanted to feel her take him deeper inside her mouth. He was impatient and desperate. She had already spent so long teasing and stimulating him and bringing him to this tense point.

“Suck it Helen,” Michael instructed her softly, raising his hips as if doing that would force his cock further into her mouth and down her throat.

Helen merely laughed and his cock slipped free from between her lips. She stroked it with firm slippery strokes as she watched her boyfriend with a grin.

“God, you’re such a cock tease tonight Helen,” Jake whispered.

“I sure am, Jake,” Helen said, looking at her husband out of the corner of her eye, “bet you wish you were in Mike’s place.”

“Stirrer,” Jake whispered.

Helen grinned at Michael. She licked the underside of his shaft with butter soft tongue strokes while her fingernails tickled the bottom of his balls.

“Oh my God Helen,” Michael hissed, “C’mon baby.”

Michael raised his hips. Helen dissolved in a fit of laughter. Fine strings of clear pre-cum glinted in the dark, caught in the moonlight.

It was the most torturous edging, Jake thought. He had never seen Helen do anything like this to Michael before. Certainly Helen had never played with her husband like that before, when they were having sex. Jake was more than a bit envious.

It was so compelling. It was so hypnotizing. Helen’s head moved so slowly and her fingers moved so gently. Michael’s knob became bloated and a dark color in that dark bedroom. His shaft looked so strong and hard. Jake thought his wife’s boyfriend could have driven his cock through a brick wall, if he really wanted to.

Michael watched as his woman slowly licked and curled her soft hot tongue all over his knob and the underside of his shaft while her warm palm slowly and deliberately pumped up and down. She peppered his tip with rapid soft kisses.

“Oh Helen,” Michael muttered and then he groaned.

Helen laughed in the dark.

“I can’t take that anymore baby,” Michael whispered.

“Is that a threat Mike baby,” Helen asked, exhaling hot air right onto the point while her slippery palm and fingers swept up and down relentlessly.

“God baby — I need you. I need more,” Michael urged her.

Jake realized what his wife was up to. He broke into a grin. Michael briefly looked in Jake’s direction.

“Tell her to get on with it Jake,” Michael said. “She listens to you.”

Helen and Jake both burst into laughter.

“I never listen to him.”

Jake realized what his wife was up to. She was trying to provoke Michael into doing something. She wanted him to just grab her and impale her on his cock. Jake watched Helen with wide eyes as he stroked himself. She just kept licking him again and again. She just exhaled on him. Then Michael did it.