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I’d not seen Helen for sometime we passed whilst driving and waved but we’d not spoken for weeks.. The wife had seen Helen out and about and once or twice popped over the street to see her. On this occasion she was in the local pub with her friend Tracy who she regularly, and I mean regularly went on holiday with. This was half the reason we’d not seen Helen as she was always off with Tracey to some sunny destination.
It should have been odd, even awkward socializing in the pub with my wife and Helen who we’d had a threesome with. But somehow it didn't. In fact it felt quite grown up that we could be friends, as they say with benefits. I was even surprised with my wife she seemed so relaxed in Helen’s company. I sat there talking having subliminal flash backs of Helen and my wife naked. I thought if anyone in this pub knew what we’d done - I must have had a smug look on my face. I also wondered if Tracey knew about our threeesome as her and Helen must be close, they spend so much time on holiday together?
My attention was taken as Helen spoke about her latest holiday to Marrakech attending the wedding of two gay guys she and Tracey had met whilst on holiday two years ago. I knew about these guys as Helen had spoken about them before. They got on so well Helen and Tracy were invited to their wedding. We talked about the resort and the wedding and soon after Tracey said she had to go and left us alone with Helen. This is when things got interesting?
Helen explained she had met someone at the wedding and struck up a relationship with a man called Joe. Helen was short on detail about Joe other than to say he was a straight friend of the gay couple, lived in Brighton and she’d seen him a few times since.
Helen recalled a scene from the wedding when She and Joe slipped away to his room in the afternoon and had what she described as “great sex”. Helen then asked a favour she was planning to meet Joe in a few weeks in London as she had before and hoped we might join them. The wife agreed instantly, without any consultation with me. She knew I was mildly annoyed but justified the trip as we’d not had a city / mini break for ages. Over the next two week the plans were made. Helen was going down to London on the Friday night by train. We would stay at the same hotel, meet Joe on the Saturday night then the three of us would travel back together on Sunday.
We left home at nine planning to be at the Copthorne hotel in Kensington by lunch time. Helen called us in the car after breakfast having planned a session in the gym, sauna and beauty parlour, alright for some I thought. We arrive unpacked and met Helen at 1pm in the reception to go to lunch. I know the area well and had booked a lunchtime pub, typical London booser from the outside, but boutique decor, guinness, nice lunches and TV to watch the Rugby. The girls had salad as I tucked into a burger and found myself more at the bar talking to fellow rugby watches. I have to admit the girls looked good and got a lot of admiring looks from the guys I was talking to and other males in the bar. The guys asked me what our relationship was? I thought about saying they were Hookers, but this might have backfired so I said just friends. After a long lunch we all went back the the Hotel to rest and get ready to meet Joe in another local but more authentic London pub later.
As the wife showered I was tempted to jump in and ravish her, but she was having none of it. She was keen to wash her hair and spend time on her make-up. I noticed she’d waxed or shaved her pussy more than usual. Her pubic hair was tailored into a V shaped design a little thicker than a pencil line, almost pointing as like an arrow to her pussy. The sight of this and the wait was worth it as she began to give me a show putting on new lingerie. I purposely left the curtains open and lights on hoping someone in the hotel, which overlooked us could see her. Basically she sexily put on black stockings & suspenders, no knicker and a superb self bra. I love the shelf bra, it cups and up-lifts up her breasts making them so “perky” whilst the open faced nature of the bra exposes her long hard nipples. I get off asking her to wear this bra out and about with a T-shirt or close fitting blouse. This means her nipples are visable for all men to see and lust over.
She says she doesn't like the look, as other women can see her nipples too but I know she likes the men looking. To help you visualise what the wife looks like. She has the exact same shaped breasts, body and figure as Melissa Monet. No disrespect to Melissa, but the wife is much prettier, she’s a brunette wide eyed with a smile that lights up any room. When she’s on it, she is just as lustful and passionate for cock as Melissa is. As I stood their naked, zipping up her Sexy Ballet Lace Party dress, I thought this is shorter than her usual style and new but wow, she does look hot. I got a quick blow job for my compliments and patient and I said I can’t wait to get you back here later.
We met Helen in the lobby, she looked equally sexy, another cocktail dress, which enhanced her figure and especially those marvelous breast of hers. A short walk to the Pub to meet Joe who I was still unsure about. Helen had given no more information about Joe, so I visualized a charming, middle aged, greying well dressed man. Well as we struggled into a packed bar then to our amazement Helen went over to a thirtysomething guy and kissed him. This chap was my height (short and stocky) casually dressed in designer jeans, white shirt and a jacket. He had the look of a young Tom Cruise, no k**ding, the wife and I stood there with open mouths. The pub was buzzing so it was hard to talk and listen as Helen introduced us. Joe offered to get the drinks and Helen went with him no doubt to give me and the wife time to digest this. I said to the wife what about that, wow she said no wonder Helen has been so mysterious, what a looker, in unison we said “Tom Cruise” lookalike, she added what a tight butt he’s got on him. The conversation was polite and mainly about our journeys into London and the weather. I was keen to know more about Joe and Helen, but the noise in the pub meant it was hard to talk. I’d book a local restaurant and suggested as time was marching on we went there.
As we settled into the restaurant we ordered food and wine and finally got the story. Joe was thirty two in a relationship with a girl sharing a flat and life in Brighton. She was an air hostess and part time model. But, Joe’s passion was older women and he’d had many liaisons with single, or widowed Ladies for sex. At the wedding he could not resist Helen and off and on they’d been seeing each other in London. He accepted he was cheating, but one day soon he would marry his girlfriend and give this lifestyle up. I like Joe he’d been around a bit, traveled and was charming, but not “smarmy” as the wife later put it. The plan was to go to a local Cuban bar which had a night club below where you could salsa dance.
Fed and watered we made our way to the Cuban bar. Again it was a busy place, but with a great atmosphere. We all danced and made fools of ourselves, drank, talked and had some boozy conversations amongst ourselves. I could see the wife was a little tipsy she danced with Joe and I noticed he’d taken a shine to her, and her to him, especially his butt. The wife had always been a Tom Cruise fan so full of drink and lust, I guess she imagined Joe was the real thing? The theme of the nightclub was South American salsa, which meant there were some sexy moves and cheeky groping of bodies and private parts, which began a sexual tension amongst us. I could tell Joe fancied the wife, ten years plus younger than Helen he must fancy her and his chances. I learned later that Joe had lifted up the short Sexy Ballet Lace Party dress and finger fucked the wife in the club, up against a wall as two young guys looked on.
The Hotel was five minutes walk back, Joe was staying over with Helen and having brought a bottle of champagne they invited us back to Helen’s room. I say room, it was more like a suite, being at least three times the size of our room with a king size bed. The bathroom had a bath, wet room and was very well decorated. The room still looked out onto the hotel opposite and with the curtain open you could see people walking about in their rooms. We laughed and looked to see if anyone was having sex. As I turned away from the window I noticed Helen had took her dress off. She stood there in black stockings, suspenders, pants and bra, just as I last remembered her.
Oh those breasts I though is it likely I will see them unleased? I’ve got a surprise for you all Helen said as she quaffed a glass of champagne. She then put the empty glass down and took her frilly panties off to reveal a waxed hairless pussy and bottom.
I had it done today she said, at the beauty salon a most liberating feeling during and after. As mentioned before Helen has a huge clitores, so hairless it stood out glistening with moisture. I could not take my eyes off her, neither could Joe her very large labia and lips looked like an exotic flower waiting for the warm sun to open up the petals. I’ve not finished yet she said as she turned around with her back to us she unclipped her bra, Then turning back to face us all she revealed her bare breast, which were now pierced and had two rings through them. I can’t speak for Joe but, I nearly creamed my pants there and then. Even the wife seemed impressed plus anyone else looking in from the hotel opposite? What do we do now I thought, as Helen paraded past the open curtained window and around the room.
Jo knew exactly what to do as he took Helen by the hand and lay her on the bed. She lifted her legs up onto the mattress as Joe knelt on the floor. She opened her legs wide as Joe began licking her pumped up clitores for all he was worth. Without speaking the wife and I sat on the sofa in the corner watching them. Helen turned her head towards us and panting from pleasure she said “take your clothes off so I can see you both naked again”. The wife leant over and asked me to unhook and zip her dress down which I did so far. She then stood up and let the dress drop to the floor revealing her underwear and body to Helen and Joe.
I could see Joe’s interest as he continued to lick Helen out, but his focus and eyes were completely on the wife. The wife confidently eyes fixed on Joe sat down on the sofa and parted her legs exposing her swollen and red pussy dripping with passion and desire.
Joe stopped licking Helen and came over and in a very matter of fact way said “May I”. Be my guest I said as Joe buried his head between the wife’s thighs. It was so horny sitting as close as I was to them as I could hear Joe’s tongue lapping against her pussy lips.
The wife took my hand and squeezed it hard as waves of pent up orgasums wash over her. I could see her breasts heaving they were rock hard and her nipples were like bullets as she wriggled and squirmed on Joe’s tongue. Her face looked as if she was in pain. Half of her wanting Joe to stop, the other half loving his skill and cunilingous technique. Jo was good and a lot better at pussy licking than me.
He seemed to be able to breath through his ears, rarely did he come up for air his lips seemed hermetically sealed to the wife’s pussy.
I took advantage of the moment and worked my way over to Helen who was still lying on the bed naked. Strangely I thought earlier in the evening would I get a piece of Helen tonight as it felt like she was Joe’s date and off limits. Then I looked back watching him devour my wife’s pussy so I thought no I’m going to have some of Helen’s lush body. On the bed Helen and I got into the sixty nine position. I enjoyed licking her BIG cliterous I also realised Helens Bj technique had come on no end since the last time. This time she was giving my dick a really good blowjob. I want to fuck her so I began to maneuver her either into the missionary or doggy position.
Then without notice Helen said STOP as she looked over at the wife and Joe.
Joe was still fully clothed so the wife had stood him up and was looking to take this clothes off and no doubt get his cock out. However Helen had other ideas.
To be continued...............
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It should have been odd, even awkward socializing in the pub with my wife and Helen who we’d had a threesome with. But somehow it didn't. In fact it felt quite grown up that we could be friends, as they say with benefits. I was even surprised with my wife she seemed so relaxed in Helen’s company. I sat there talking having subliminal flash backs of Helen and my wife naked. I thought if anyone in this pub knew what we’d done - I must have had a smug look on my face. I also wondered if Tracey knew about our threeesome as her and Helen must be close, they spend so much time on holiday together?
My attention was taken as Helen spoke about her latest holiday to Marrakech attending the wedding of two gay guys she and Tracey had met whilst on holiday two years ago. I knew about these guys as Helen had spoken about them before. They got on so well Helen and Tracy were invited to their wedding. We talked about the resort and the wedding and soon after Tracey said she had to go and left us alone with Helen. This is when things got interesting?
Helen explained she had met someone at the wedding and struck up a relationship with a man called Joe. Helen was short on detail about Joe other than to say he was a straight friend of the gay couple, lived in Brighton and she’d seen him a few times since.
Helen recalled a scene from the wedding when She and Joe slipped away to his room in the afternoon and had what she described as “great sex”. Helen then asked a favour she was planning to meet Joe in a few weeks in London as she had before and hoped we might join them. The wife agreed instantly, without any consultation with me. She knew I was mildly annoyed but justified the trip as we’d not had a city / mini break for ages. Over the next two week the plans were made. Helen was going down to London on the Friday night by train. We would stay at the same hotel, meet Joe on the Saturday night then the three of us would travel back together on Sunday.
We left home at nine planning to be at the Copthorne hotel in Kensington by lunch time. Helen called us in the car after breakfast having planned a session in the gym, sauna and beauty parlour, alright for some I thought. We arrive unpacked and met Helen at 1pm in the reception to go to lunch. I know the area well and had booked a lunchtime pub, typical London booser from the outside, but boutique decor, guinness, nice lunches and TV to watch the Rugby. The girls had salad as I tucked into a burger and found myself more at the bar talking to fellow rugby watches. I have to admit the girls looked good and got a lot of admiring looks from the guys I was talking to and other males in the bar. The guys asked me what our relationship was? I thought about saying they were Hookers, but this might have backfired so I said just friends. After a long lunch we all went back the the Hotel to rest and get ready to meet Joe in another local but more authentic London pub later.
As the wife showered I was tempted to jump in and ravish her, but she was having none of it. She was keen to wash her hair and spend time on her make-up. I noticed she’d waxed or shaved her pussy more than usual. Her pubic hair was tailored into a V shaped design a little thicker than a pencil line, almost pointing as like an arrow to her pussy. The sight of this and the wait was worth it as she began to give me a show putting on new lingerie. I purposely left the curtains open and lights on hoping someone in the hotel, which overlooked us could see her. Basically she sexily put on black stockings & suspenders, no knicker and a superb self bra. I love the shelf bra, it cups and up-lifts up her breasts making them so “perky” whilst the open faced nature of the bra exposes her long hard nipples. I get off asking her to wear this bra out and about with a T-shirt or close fitting blouse. This means her nipples are visable for all men to see and lust over.
She says she doesn't like the look, as other women can see her nipples too but I know she likes the men looking. To help you visualise what the wife looks like. She has the exact same shaped breasts, body and figure as Melissa Monet. No disrespect to Melissa, but the wife is much prettier, she’s a brunette wide eyed with a smile that lights up any room. When she’s on it, she is just as lustful and passionate for cock as Melissa is. As I stood their naked, zipping up her Sexy Ballet Lace Party dress, I thought this is shorter than her usual style and new but wow, she does look hot. I got a quick blow job for my compliments and patient and I said I can’t wait to get you back here later.
We met Helen in the lobby, she looked equally sexy, another cocktail dress, which enhanced her figure and especially those marvelous breast of hers. A short walk to the Pub to meet Joe who I was still unsure about. Helen had given no more information about Joe, so I visualized a charming, middle aged, greying well dressed man. Well as we struggled into a packed bar then to our amazement Helen went over to a thirtysomething guy and kissed him. This chap was my height (short and stocky) casually dressed in designer jeans, white shirt and a jacket. He had the look of a young Tom Cruise, no k**ding, the wife and I stood there with open mouths. The pub was buzzing so it was hard to talk and listen as Helen introduced us. Joe offered to get the drinks and Helen went with him no doubt to give me and the wife time to digest this. I said to the wife what about that, wow she said no wonder Helen has been so mysterious, what a looker, in unison we said “Tom Cruise” lookalike, she added what a tight butt he’s got on him. The conversation was polite and mainly about our journeys into London and the weather. I was keen to know more about Joe and Helen, but the noise in the pub meant it was hard to talk. I’d book a local restaurant and suggested as time was marching on we went there.
As we settled into the restaurant we ordered food and wine and finally got the story. Joe was thirty two in a relationship with a girl sharing a flat and life in Brighton. She was an air hostess and part time model. But, Joe’s passion was older women and he’d had many liaisons with single, or widowed Ladies for sex. At the wedding he could not resist Helen and off and on they’d been seeing each other in London. He accepted he was cheating, but one day soon he would marry his girlfriend and give this lifestyle up. I like Joe he’d been around a bit, traveled and was charming, but not “smarmy” as the wife later put it. The plan was to go to a local Cuban bar which had a night club below where you could salsa dance.
Fed and watered we made our way to the Cuban bar. Again it was a busy place, but with a great atmosphere. We all danced and made fools of ourselves, drank, talked and had some boozy conversations amongst ourselves. I could see the wife was a little tipsy she danced with Joe and I noticed he’d taken a shine to her, and her to him, especially his butt. The wife had always been a Tom Cruise fan so full of drink and lust, I guess she imagined Joe was the real thing? The theme of the nightclub was South American salsa, which meant there were some sexy moves and cheeky groping of bodies and private parts, which began a sexual tension amongst us. I could tell Joe fancied the wife, ten years plus younger than Helen he must fancy her and his chances. I learned later that Joe had lifted up the short Sexy Ballet Lace Party dress and finger fucked the wife in the club, up against a wall as two young guys looked on.
The Hotel was five minutes walk back, Joe was staying over with Helen and having brought a bottle of champagne they invited us back to Helen’s room. I say room, it was more like a suite, being at least three times the size of our room with a king size bed. The bathroom had a bath, wet room and was very well decorated. The room still looked out onto the hotel opposite and with the curtain open you could see people walking about in their rooms. We laughed and looked to see if anyone was having sex. As I turned away from the window I noticed Helen had took her dress off. She stood there in black stockings, suspenders, pants and bra, just as I last remembered her.
Oh those breasts I though is it likely I will see them unleased? I’ve got a surprise for you all Helen said as she quaffed a glass of champagne. She then put the empty glass down and took her frilly panties off to reveal a waxed hairless pussy and bottom.
I had it done today she said, at the beauty salon a most liberating feeling during and after. As mentioned before Helen has a huge clitores, so hairless it stood out glistening with moisture. I could not take my eyes off her, neither could Joe her very large labia and lips looked like an exotic flower waiting for the warm sun to open up the petals. I’ve not finished yet she said as she turned around with her back to us she unclipped her bra, Then turning back to face us all she revealed her bare breast, which were now pierced and had two rings through them. I can’t speak for Joe but, I nearly creamed my pants there and then. Even the wife seemed impressed plus anyone else looking in from the hotel opposite? What do we do now I thought, as Helen paraded past the open curtained window and around the room.
Jo knew exactly what to do as he took Helen by the hand and lay her on the bed. She lifted her legs up onto the mattress as Joe knelt on the floor. She opened her legs wide as Joe began licking her pumped up clitores for all he was worth. Without speaking the wife and I sat on the sofa in the corner watching them. Helen turned her head towards us and panting from pleasure she said “take your clothes off so I can see you both naked again”. The wife leant over and asked me to unhook and zip her dress down which I did so far. She then stood up and let the dress drop to the floor revealing her underwear and body to Helen and Joe.
I could see Joe’s interest as he continued to lick Helen out, but his focus and eyes were completely on the wife. The wife confidently eyes fixed on Joe sat down on the sofa and parted her legs exposing her swollen and red pussy dripping with passion and desire.
Joe stopped licking Helen and came over and in a very matter of fact way said “May I”. Be my guest I said as Joe buried his head between the wife’s thighs. It was so horny sitting as close as I was to them as I could hear Joe’s tongue lapping against her pussy lips.
The wife took my hand and squeezed it hard as waves of pent up orgasums wash over her. I could see her breasts heaving they were rock hard and her nipples were like bullets as she wriggled and squirmed on Joe’s tongue. Her face looked as if she was in pain. Half of her wanting Joe to stop, the other half loving his skill and cunilingous technique. Jo was good and a lot better at pussy licking than me.
He seemed to be able to breath through his ears, rarely did he come up for air his lips seemed hermetically sealed to the wife’s pussy.
I took advantage of the moment and worked my way over to Helen who was still lying on the bed naked. Strangely I thought earlier in the evening would I get a piece of Helen tonight as it felt like she was Joe’s date and off limits. Then I looked back watching him devour my wife’s pussy so I thought no I’m going to have some of Helen’s lush body. On the bed Helen and I got into the sixty nine position. I enjoyed licking her BIG cliterous I also realised Helens Bj technique had come on no end since the last time. This time she was giving my dick a really good blowjob. I want to fuck her so I began to maneuver her either into the missionary or doggy position.
Then without notice Helen said STOP as she looked over at the wife and Joe.
Joe was still fully clothed so the wife had stood him up and was looking to take this clothes off and no doubt get his cock out. However Helen had other ideas.
To be continued...............
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