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By (user no longer on site) OP
14 weeks ago
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I have to say I was quite surprised, I’d never heard Helen swear as she’s quite plummy so to hear her speak like that, wow.
The video told me everything I need to know about her - she looked perfectly at home being filthy, and she wanted a bigger cock than the one she’d married.
Now I’d seen their photos, and Chris didn’t exactly have a micro penis but he was probably more suited to giving taster sessions of anal sex than he was to satisfying anyone with a size requirement.
I’m not as blessed as many authors on here, who all appear to have 14” penises, as thick as a 2x4, but if you’ve looked at my photos you’ll see I’m not totally lacking. It certainly does the job. I just had to work out how we were going to get to do the job in the first place - at least Chris was clearly on board.
We chatted on WhatsApp, he wasn’t a cuck but loved to watch her with other men, and with his bi tendencies he was happy to join in and go in whichever direction the session turned. I was happy with this, I didn’t fancy acting as any sort of bull in this scenario and he’s an alright guy, didn’t fancy humiliating him at all.
Anyway, it transpired that rhey have every Tuesday night free, their daughter stays with he grandparents on a Tuesday so they normally arrange sessions for those days, not every Tuesday because life gets in the way but I’d need to be aiming for a mid week rendezvous if I was ever going to sample the delights that I’d seen on their profile and that video.
Tuesday isn’t the worst day for me, couldn’t swear to be free every time but I had enough reasons and excuses to get out for a few hours.
Why I was popping out was made even easier the next week, when Chris asked me to go around and measure up for a new side extension for them - he had heard about my planning practise and thought maybe this would be a good cover.
1. They actually did want an extension and
2. It gave me a solid reason to be there for a few hours.
I had all sorts of thoughts running through my mind, but eventually realised she wasn’t going to be opening the door to me in a satin robe with holdups and heels like they do in the movies, noting she thinks I’m just popping around to be helpful.
As the day arrived I was pretty excited, no guarantee of any horny adventures but a few hours in Helen and Chris’ home would at least help me charm her a little more than I can pitchside, plus you never know how people are in their own home so I was excited to find out.
And find out I did…
I turned up with my iPad and tape in hand, the joys of modern technology are manyfold, one minute a mutual sports latent contact is sending you videos of his wife with a solid right up her, the next you’re about to survey their rooms with the AI function of an iPad. Magic.
Where was I? Ah yes, I was about to find out how they really were at home. They drink, not excessively I guess but at 7.30pm on a Tuesday there was definitely more wine consumed than my wife or I had done on any school night recently. I was welcomed with a hug.
She smelled amazing, no idea what perfume but I can still smell it, there’s something so sexy about a woman who has the perfect scent, one that has melowed across the day since she sprayed it on that morning. And this was truly perfect, I could have held her for hours, she was stunning up close too, beautiful pale skin with her strawberry blonde hair framing her lovely face, and some subtle but very much there lipstick rounding off a stunning sight.
As expected she wasn’t in a satin night gown and heels, but she was wearing a fairly tight skirt, knee length above some fairly high sheen tights. Probably 20 denier but nice and glossy, and she didn’t have any shoes on - I could see she had red painted toe nails though - she had a fine attention to detail about herself - looked like her toes matched her fingers. Wonder if the curtains matched the carpet… was there carpet?
The Fab photos hadn’t shown her pussy, I had no idea what I should be expecting but I think I’d be happy either way.
I was shown through to the kitchen where Chris was waiting for me with a drink which I happily accepted. Wouldn’t normally but I don’t see why I should be the only one missing out.
When Helen was distracted by the tv, he slipped me a little blue pill. Not something I’d needed before but he encouraged me to ”trust me, you’ll enjoy it even more on the 3rd or 3th go around, take this” he’d already taken his, so was planning for a good night whether I joined in or not.
I sipped my wine and moved into the sitting room to start measuring up, not knowing what I had in store, as the pill started to take effect.
As the blood rushed to my cock, I could feel a presence around me. Helen and Chris had come in to see how I was getting on - me stood on a step ladder, Helen’s face level with my groin, and my very hard cock quite visible though my chinos. |
