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Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 01

By: SteveLee1146



My name is James MacAndrew, know familiarly as Mack. For those who have read my chronicle of my wife's year and one-half affair with Frank Jackson [Sandy and Frank, Chapters 1 – 21], you know my biographical information, but for those who have not, I will repeat it here. I'm about 6 feet or a little less, depending on who's measuring. I'm about 180 pounds and of regular, reasonably good looks. My wife is Sandra MacAndrew, addressed by most as Sandy. She's about 5' 2" or 5' 3" and I'll estimate somewhere between 110 and 115 pounds. She is quite pretty with very nice features, not beautiful but very nice. She has a very good but not spectacular body. Her breasts are, her bra says, 34B. Not large but on her small frame they are more than adequate and they are very firm with very little need for that bra. When dressed professionally, she usually wears one, but not in the evening. 

In the same manner, she wears pantyhose when working, garter belt and hose when dressed up. Actually, she is quite modest in her behavior, although with Frank and her six fellow grad students, her innate shyness gave way to a considerable amount of exhibitionism. While attractive, Sandy's biggest virtue is not her body or her face, nice as they are, but her personality. She often is described as "bubbly" and has a real talent for making friends. It's been said that when she visits a doctor's office, she comes out knowing not only the receptionist's name, but also her family, her background, her children, etc. And, she remembers it. That's a quality I admire because I'm the opposite.

She and I met in high school, went to college together, graduated, married and went to grad school together. The only time that we were separated was her junior year when she spent a full year in Spain. We both received our M.A.'s, but there our academic lives separated. I went on to get my PhD in Political Science while she taught school to support us. I joined a large northeastern university and began my professional career while she enrolled in the grad school to start her own PhD program and to work as a teaching assistant. We both had always loved school and education, so our path, while unusual, suited us perfectly. All of this takes time, of course, so we were each about 31 when the circumstances in this story began.

After getting my degree, we moved to the small town where the university was located. With a substantial mortgage we had been able buy a nicely remodeled four bedroom, two-story house with a walk-out basement. It really was three stories because the basement's floor was ground level on three sides. It was considerably larger than we needed, but the price was right and we anticipated adding to the family. In addition to the regular living space, the house also included a "mother suite" which we had intended to rent out to a student, but we never did. The only change that we had made in the house was to turn one bedroom into a combination office-study-library which was necessary for people in our fields. That bedroom was over the two-car garage and had several large windows overlooking a long driveway and front door and giving a very pleasant view of an expansive, treed front lawn. Our own bedroom was in the back of the house, well away from our "working" area. The backyard opened onto an alley which were common in earlier times for a rear entrance and contained a small building which originally was a carriage house. As I said, it was far more than we needed, but it was very nice.

As detailed in the previous story, Sandy successfully completed work on her own PhD in Spanish language and literature and, fortuitously, was able to join the faculty at a small state university only eight miles from our house. So we now had two Dr. MacAndrews in the house as well as two salaries. We had planned on putting in a swimming pool once she was gainfully employed, but we had settled for installing a Jacuzzi to celebrate her graduation, with the pool postponed till later. Her affair with Frank was over – although there would be occasional times to get together, e.g. professional conferences – but she had her new career as a professor to make up for the loss. However, something new had occurred that created an unexpectedly interesting situation. 

I was sitting at my desk in our study-library when Sandy hurried in, announcing: "Hi, honey. I just got the most wonderful news! Helen Evans just called and they're moving to Connecticut and have rented a condo in the Candlewood Lake area. Apparently a lot of pilots live there because they can catch the train and get to New York airports in a short time. Oh, that's so wonderful! I haven't seen her in five years and now she will be only an hour or so away! I can't believe it!"

Helen Evans had been Sandy's roommate for a year while they were in Spain and they had been as close as sisters, but Helen's husband had been a pilot in the air force and had been stationed in Okinawa. As a result, they had been limited to letters and a few phone calls. The use of email and cell phones had improved things, but the thousands of miles between had been a barrier, psychologically as well as distance. Her husband had been considering retirement from the service and, obviously, finally had done so. He was now going to be a pilot for American Airlines and had already had completed most of his training. As a bomber pilot, he had flown multi-engine jets, so the transition had been easy. She had waited to tell Sandy until she was certain of where he would fly from and where they would live.

"That's really good news, dear! Now I'll be able to see those amazing boobs you talk about!"

"Oh, sure! I figured that that's what you would remember! I've talked about classes, things we did, places we went, how intelligent she is – everything – and you remember the times I mentioned her breasts!"

"Come on now. I hardly would say that you 'mentioned' them! The way you described her figure, particularly her tits, was bound to stick in my mind more that all that stuff. I can't wait to see if they measure up to your description!"

"Oh, they will, but you had better not embarrass me by ogling her with your mouth hanging open. They really are spectacular though."

Grinning, I replied, "You hurt me! I'll only admire her as I would any dear friend of yours that moves in nearby! On the other hand, you've been very mean, denying me that very voluptuous young woman master's candidate as well as numerous promiscuous coeds who wanted good grades! From the way you describe her, Helen might make up for all of that! Seeing those tits might make up for all this denial!"

That last comment about "promiscuous coeds" and a "voluptuous woman master's candidate" probably requires an explanation. During the eighteen (or a bit more) month affair Sandy had with Frank, I continually teased her by saying that in return for her freedom to indulge in an adulterous adventure, I should have the privilege of exploring outside opportunities such as grade-seeking coeds.

Her inevitable answer was, firmly, "There will be no voluptuous exam taker, there will be no promiscuous coed." She always said it with a smile, knowing that I was teasing, but one time, before going to spend spring break in Virginia, she went further and continued, "We will have no adulterous activity here. One of us may be generous and beyond jealousy, but the other is a selfish and jealous shrew who, as I threatened before, would castrate you and kill her! Life isn't fair for you – but it's very nice for me." It was fun teasing her, particularly since I had no desire for other women, but I knew that she would be devastated if I were serious. As she said, it wasn't fair, but I knew what didn't bother me would crush her.

That's why her reply when I said that Helen might make up for it absolutely astounded me. "Ha! Fat chance. She's happily married to a glamorous airline pilot!" She paused, looked at me with an inscrutable expression, and shocked me with, "We'll see." 

She turned and left the room and I'm sure that I had a stunned look on my face as I just sat there. Was she teasing and playing with my head? Did she actually mean something? If so, what? She certainly got my attention, but pure logic and my knowledge of her told me that I was being teased.

Later that evening, my curiosity overwhelmed me and I finally commented, "I'm puzzled. Every time I tease you about finding a nice promiscuous coed or vulnerable exam taker for some extracurricular physical exercise, you promptly respond, 'There will be no promiscuous coed,' or whatever. I proposed having your friend Helen taking the coed's place and you said, 'We'll see.' Now, I know that you're teasing back and I'm waiting for your punch line. I know that you have a dig of some kind to get in, so go ahead!

Sandy started laughing, almost out of control before finally gasping out, "Oh, this is funny! We tease back and forth all the time and, frankly, you're better at it than I, but this time I win. The silly thing is that I wasn't teasing at all, but, without trying, I've kept you wondering all day! Apparently, I was talking about one thing while you were going on about something else. First, let me make one thing clear and give you the response you expected – just as there will be no promiscuous coed, there will be no Helen in that context! As I told you, she is happily married to an ex-hot shot bomber pilot and now he's a high-profile airline pilot. Add to that, she always avoided men – actually, I don't know how Richard, her husband, got close enough to her to marry her. In the sense that you mean it about your coed, there will be no Helen!

"Now, back to the original question. When I said 'we'll see,' I was thinking about your comment that seeing her breasts might make up for my negative reaction to your teasing speculations about those available coeds and master's exam takers. I suddenly thought of how wonderful you've been with me and my affair with Frank and realized that maybe I could give a little something back. I don't know how it could happen or what I can do, if anything, but if an opportunity comes along in which I can arrange for you to see her tits, I'll do it!"

That was a very pleasant shock to me, for having Sandy even suggesting such a thing was totally unexpected. Actually, it may not seem to be much, but it was a lot for Sandy. Until the night when she had been seduced by Frank, I was the only man who had even seen her breasts bare and, if anything, Helen was even more modest. I was, of course, intrigued by this unexpected offer. The mind is a weird thing – I had heard of Helen's breasts years ago and my comment about them when Sandy announced her news about seeing her was more of an automatic reflex than anything else. I really had no lascivious thoughts. 

Truthfully, I had taken Sandy's description of those breasts with the usual grain of salt, but now my curiosity was roused and, I'll admit, I suddenly took more interest in Helen. Consequently, when it was arranged for Helen and Richard to visit us a week later, my questions led Sandy to comment, with a grin, "I don't think that you remember anything I told you about her except her tits. That was exactly her feeling of what men are like! Frankly, I'm surprised that she ever got married. Ok, I'll start from scratch rather than having to answer your questions one by one. You've heard all of this before but it's the proverbial 'in one ear and out the other.' Just listen and I'll run through the whole story.

"A group of us from Penn State arrived in New York for an orientation session the night before our flight to Spain for our junior year abroad program. After a general session, we went to separate meetings based on the schools which we would be attending – in my case, the University of Seville. There were about ten of us and we were standing around talking when one of the guys looked at me and then at another girl near me and asked, 'Is she your sister?'

"I replied, 'No. I don't have a sister,' but my eyes followed his to a girl standing by herself on the edge of the group and realized why he had asked the question. It was a startling resemblance – on a quick glance, we could have been twins. Not identical twins, of course, but our facial features were amazingly alike. However, while we were about the same height, the similarity ended below the neck. I thought, at the time, that that is what I would look like with large breasts! Understand, they were not outsized, just considerably larger than mine – as it turned out, they were 34-D compared to my 34-B. I had seen many bigger than that, so I really didn't focus on them. In any case, she certainly wasn't flaunting them as she met the group.

"I, of course, being me, immediately went over and introduced myself and learned that she was Helen Knowlton from Northwestern and that she already had noticed our surprising alikeness, but was hesitant to approach me. She was very shy, but we were soon chatting like old friends and, as others were drawn into the conversation about our physical appearance, she came out of her shell and happily joined in. We roomed together that night and for the rest of the entire year. We, obviously, never became real sisters, but we became closer than most sisters born to the same parents. We quit correcting people who assumed that we were sisters and several times I actually referred to her that way and she did the same thing with me. We exchanged confidences and personal feelings and I learned things about her that she had never divulged to anyone else. 

"However, the most important thing in her background that had shaped her character and behavior was still a secret and would continue for the first few days of our time in Seville. We had two weeks to acclimate ourselves to Spain and Seville and we went everywhere together, talked continuously. We quickly discovered that neither of us was sexually experienced, my only activity having been thoroughly explored by you. You were the only male (not counting doctors) who had seen any normally hidden part of my body, but I had seen and been seen completely nude in the girls locker room with the tennis team and, of course, by Judy, my regular roommate at Penn State. When in our room, we would just wear panties or a tee shirt and panties. Therefore, I didn't think twice about undressing when preparing to shower or get ready for bed in front of Helen.

"She, on the other hand, had never had a roommate because she had never lived in a dorm. Her parent's house was in Evanston, near the Northwestern campus, so she just lived at home. Her parents were quite conservative in such matters and it was just assumed that she would be fully dressed at home as well as elsewhere. By the second day, I was becoming a bit self-conscious about my casual semi-nudity because she stayed fully dressed until changing for bed – and she did that in the bathroom! I finally asked her about it and she replied that she had no problem with my informal dress, but she was just more comfortable as she was.

"That finally changed on our third day when we had a walking tour of the city and it was as hot as hell – well, maybe not literally, but close. We had finished with a hike up the ramp to the top of the Cathedral of Seville (no steps so that horses could be ridden up!) to see a spectacular view of the city. We got back to the room, dripping wet, and, since she was worse off than I, I let her get in the shower first. She came out wrapped in a towel and I went in and just stood under the cool water. After recovering, I hurried out of the bathroom, still drying off before reaching for my panties and shirt. As I put them on, I was aware of her looking at me with a sort of longing expression on her face. Then, to my utter shock, she said, 'Oh, I wish I had a figure like yours!

"I'm sure that my mouth hung open in shock as I heard those words. I've always been pretty satisfied with my breasts, but like, I think, most women in our society, I had the belief that, within limits, bigger is better. To have someone with 34D boobs envying me was a real shock. I was standing there, bare breasted, with my tee shirt in my hands, with, I'm sure, a stunned expression on my face. I finally gasped out, 'You've got to be kidding! Why on earth would you prefer my figure to yours?" She stood there wearing a pair of dark-colored panties and a matching tee, making her comment even more baffling.

"'No, I'm not kidding. Look at you! You have lovely, firm breasts of a nice size. You can get a normal 34B bra and wear it comfortably all day and look good in it. I can't get a bra that either fits or is comfortable and they certainly don't look good. You can get a two piece bathing suit and the top will fit and be attractive. I can't get a bra or bikini top that fits and is comfortable. If you want, you can go without a bra and no one will notice. I certainly can't do that! You can meet a man and not have his eyes focusing on your chest rather than your face!'

"I didn't really know how to reply to all of that, but I concentrated on the thing that bugs most women – getting a bra to really fit properly. 'Is there a problem getting a 34D bra? There should be a brand that fits and is comfortable.'

"'Oh, I can get a 34D, but I need a combination 34C and a 34D, and they don't make those! When I get out of school and get a job, the first thing I'm going to buy is a custom made bra! Look!' With that, she pulled her shirt off and stood there in her panties and bra – and the bra was hardly attractive. The tips of the cups were firmly filled with what obviously were her nipples, but the material of the rest of the cups was loose and sloppy looking. 'See, there's my problem! If I wear a 34C, it fits pretty well around the base of my tits, but my nipples are squashed flat and they hurt. So I have to get a 34D and the nipples are fine but the rest – well, you can see!' She paused for a moment and the blurted out, 'Oh, what the hell!'

"Reaching behind her, she unfastened the bra, dropped it off of her shoulders, straightened up and, for the first time, I saw her breasts bare. Breasts start out at the chest and form a curving cone, culminating at the nipple. Bras are constructed to a standard size – a certain diameter base at the chest will curve outward to a certain average point. Hers were different. They started at a C-cup base, but where a C-cup breast would curve inward to the nipple, hers went past that point, ending where a D-cup would reach. And then, even more astounding, they didn't sag any more than mine did. Her nipples were hard and my immediate thought was that she looked like one of those fanciful figureheads on early sailing ships. I still have that picture in my mind. 

"I know that I stared at her for 30 seconds or more before I was able to say a word. 'God's, Helen, I would change with you any day! Those are beautiful! Damn, you don't need a bra any more than I do. They don't sag a bit! Why do you hide your figure under those loose blouses and shirts you wear? You would drive the fellows crazy if they even suspected that you had breasts like that!

"'Oh, you're right about that! First, their eyes would be fixed on my chest instead of my face. Then, if they got me alone, I would have to fend off their groping hands! I've been through that ever since the ninth grade in school.'

"Helen went on to say that she had really developed quite early and that she had a very bad time of it. She told me of how she went from a flat-chested eighth grader to an almost B-cup ninth grader over one summer. At the time, she was the only girl in her class with noticeable boobs. Needless to say, every boy in that class was fascinated by the transformation and, without exception, wanted to feel those two new things. As she said, she already was a shy girl and she just wasn't ready for that kind of attention. She admitted that she just didn't know how to handle the pressure and, as a result, shunned almost all male company assuming, correctly by and large, that all they wanted were her breasts. Even worse, in a way, girls tended to be jealous and shunned her. By the time that she was a senior in high school, she was well past the C-cup bra size and very self-conscious. No boyfriends and few girlfriends. While in college she developed her boob-hiding techniques as well as the ability to fend off groping hands. By the time that I met her, the habit of veiling her 'charms' had become automatic.


Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 01



"The truth is that she was quite correct in her evaluation of the circumstances if she let down her defenses. The few times we went out with her wearing less camouflaging tops, the eyes of most men, and women for that matter, were drawn to her chest as if pulled there by a magnet. Some women undoubtedly would enjoy that attention, but she hated it. However, there was one nice situation that developed that really helped her and it was mostly me making friends for both of us that caused it. I was twenty years old, reasonably pretty, a decent figure, well, an outgoing personality."

"You were very pretty, had – have, actually – a very nice figure and were very outgoing and here I was, back in the U.S., wondering just what might be happening over there in Spain!"

"Yeah! You pictured me carousing around, being seduced before you could get into me! In any case, I did have about six close male friends and, as you know, we, with Helen, of course, travelled around on breaks, sleeping in cheap paradores or hostels, often in the same room, and the idea of anything romantic or amorous just never arose. Oh, I imagine salacious thoughts were in the fellows' minds on occasion, particularly toward Helen, but they knew that I was committed to you and that Helen just wasn't interested. She began to come less self-concious as she realized that the guys were just going to be friends without ulterior motives. She finally relaxed to the point that the fellows could tease her, giving her the nick name 'Tetas' which, surprisingly, she laughed at and accepted. They were quite protective of us. One time when we were at a party and Helen was being hassled by a couple of Spanish men who obviously were ready to make a pass at her, three of the fellows just shouldered their way in, rescuing her.

"Really, at least up to then, that time in Spain was the happiest time of her life – six fellows who treated her with respect and friendship. When the school year was over and people were heading home, she actually hugged and kissed each of them, something that would have been impossible when we got to Spain. We, of course, stayed for the advanced Spanish courses during the summer before I finally got home to you. By that time, she was walking about our room completely naked or in panties or tee shirt and not even thinking about it. Inevitably, she did have passes made at her at parties and get-togethers, but rather than freaking out, she just brushed them off with a belittling look. When we split up and returned to the U.S. for our senior years, we had every expectation of getting together frequently, but one thing after another made it impossible. She was supposed to be in our wedding but her father had died, her mother had moved to San Diego and she had to go out to care for her. We were in grad school, and – well, you know all of that! The only time we actually met was almost five years ago at the M.L.A. meeting.

"She was teaching at a community college in San Diego at the time and hadn't even met Richard. As I told you, he was an air force pilot and, apparently something clicked. They were married in a hurry-up ceremony three years ago when he was transferred to Okinawa. It certainly was a whirlwind romance and it really surprised me. Somehow he got past her ingrained phobia about physical intimacy with a man – or with a woman, for that matter. Frankly, I thought of her as asexual – just not interested. The truth is, I was afraid that she would die an old maid and a virgin."

"O.k. I did remember most of that, although I don't think you ever gave me her full background. She certainly was a prime example of being careful what you wish for. Women think that big tits are wonderful – even getting 'boob jobs' when what they have are really just right. How many times have I said that yours are perfect and you come back with, 'Well, I wish that they were just a bit bigger!'"

"I still wouldn't mind being a 34C!"

"See! I say that they're just right and," grinning, "you had an unbiased fellow grad student who said the same thing!"

"Oh, yeah! Frank was unbiased, all right. My tits could have been A-cup and he wouldn't have cared as long as he could play with them! It's funny. Helen always called them tits. She was always very proper in her language, nothing the least bit questionable except 'tits.' I, on the other hand, never used the word 'tits' until Frank used it. Still, I know what you mean. I quit dreaming about having big breasts – tits – after hearing Helen talk about her history and seeing her have to evade groping hands where I never had that problem." She paused and continued, "My god, I just got an image in my mind of Shirley Carmichael and her 38E's – what that must have been like!"

"Yeah, but she loved having the fellows falling all over her. I have to admit that it would be an interesting experience, wallowing in those things – being careful not to be asphyxiated by being caught between them! I don't know how she can walk without falling over."

"Well, obviously, Helen's are nothing like that. It's not the size which is so unusual – it's the shape and the lack of sag. Don't take this the wrong way, but I really hope to see her undressed to find out if the years have caused some of that firmness to vanish. Enough years have gone by so that gravity may have taken a hold. That's another advantage of smaller tits – they may get softer and less firm, but they never droop."

"Well, I hope that you get a chance to see her because I know that you would enjoy renewing the closeness you had in Spain."

Sandy looked at me with a grin on her face. "You're so transparent! All you really care about is getting a look at her yourself! Lewd and lecherous!"

I laughed at that, admitting that she was right, but adding, "It's possible to be lewd and lecherous and supportive at the same time. You enjoy the prospect of seeing her for your reason and I'll have mine!"

In any case, the two women were...well 'eager' is hardly enough to describe the urgency they seem to feel about getting together. So, a week after they rented a condo near the lake, they made their first visit to our house. My first reaction was to be startled when I saw Sandy and Helen together. I would have sworn that no two women could be so similar and yet be unrelated! They had been together at 20 and now they were 30+, but they had evidently aged in exactly the same way. It really was astounding and I was determined to try and trace their genealogy because I was sure that there must be a relationship somewhere. If they hadn't been born so far apart I might have suspected that both of their mothers had been impregnated by the same man!

However, I was both very pleased and quite disappointed in other ways. Helen and her husband Richard came to our house and stayed overnight. The visit was pleasant and, as Sandy had said, Helen was a delightful person, very friendly and intelligent and we quickly became friends. Unfortunately, Sandy's description of her clothes was also accurate. She wore a very feminine, silky blouse with a matching scarf that fell over her breasts, concealing their size and shape. I'm afraid that my disappointment was palpable, because I saw Sandy grinning at me after the introductions.

Richard Evans was innocuous – reasonably good looking, of average size and friendly enough. We had a decent conversation and exchange of information about our backgrounds while the women worked incessantly to bring each other up to date. However, he and I had relatively little in common and, I think, we both recognized that our relationship would largely be that of enabling our wives to be together. However, he was affable and we got on fine together and I guess you could say that we became friends if not buddies.

With Sandy and Helen, it was if no time had passed as far as their relationship was concerned. The only thing that slowed their flood of remembrances and bringing each other up to date was that they had to bring Richard and me into the conversation. As Sandy admitted later, she would have preferred being alone as they had been in Spain so they really could talk. There were questions that couldn't be asked, experiences they couldn't share in a group environment. 

It was a pleasant evening and one which was repeated a number of times in the next couple of months while Sandy and I had no classes during the summer break. We met either at our home or theirs and the four of us got on well together. When at our place, we frequently used our new Jacuzzi, which Helen particularly enjoyed. Unfortunately, she always wore a two-piece bathing suit with an ill-fitting top which removed any better look at her breasts. When visiting them, we often drove around the lake admiring the scenery. These joint activities were fun, but did inhibit Sandy and Helen from talking as freely as they would have liked. However, there were occasions during which they could be alone. For example, one night after we had separated for bed, the two women stayed up and their conversation was more intimate and personal. Sandy was finally able to ask the question that had piqued her curiosity right from the beginning – how did Richard manage to get past her mental, and physical, blocks about being touched. It turned out that he did so by not touching her or, even, for that matter, showing any particular desire to do so. 

As Helen said, "We met at a charity fund raiser and were at the same table and just started talking. For the first time that I could recall, a man didn't even look down at my tits. Even when I wear something concealing them, they're large enough that the men check them out, but he didn't. That put me at ease with him. He seemed nice and when he asked me out, I surprised myself by accepting. We started dating and it was pleasant, if, I'll admit, not particularly exciting. It was some time later that he finally kissed me. It was slow developing with little physical intimacy. That came, of course, but it was not a significant part of our relationship. It turned into a real friendship and then love and, when he received orders to move to Okinawa, he asked me to marry him. I accepted, we had a quick wedding and moved to Kadena Air Base in on-base officers' housing. It's not a particularly romantic story, but it has worked out."

Obviously, it was not a "hot" marriage, but it seemed stable and, probably, giving Helen's past, it was what she needed. Oddly enough, while they seemed happy and comfortable with each other, I somehow was aware of what seemed to be an underlying tension between them on occasion which, when I asked her about it, Sandy had detected too. Still, everything seemed to be ok and we put it down to the normal ebb and flow of all marriages.

Overall, it was a pleasant summer and, while I continued wishing that Helen would be less conservative in her dress, I was pretty resigned to just enjoying her company and forgetting my more basic urges. Actually, that was quite pleasant in itself, but, finally, I was able, because of Sandy, to get a more intimate picture of her. It was after a day of cruising and taking pictures on Candlewood Lake and Richard and I went out to get pizza while the girls "freshened up." It was at that point that they had a conversation of great interest to me. Here is how Sandy reprised it for me.

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She was in their bedroom while I was downstairs getting out some paper napkins and utensils when I heard her call out, "Sandy, could you come here for a moment? I want to show you something." As I came into the room, she was standing with her shirt unbuttoned but closed. "Remember, I told you that the first thing I would do after getting a job was to get a custom made bra. Well, look at this!" She pulled her shirt open and shrugged it off, revealing her tits encased in a flawlessly fitting bra! 

I'm sure that my reaction was all that she could have hoped for. "My god, Helen, that's perfect! A nice smooth fit with no extra material on the sides. It must feel wonderful as well as being lovely!"

"It does. I hated that sloppy feeling. I had a hard time finding a place that actually made bras. A lot of places sound as if they do, but I found that they meant 'custom fitting,' which is not the same. I finally found a place that actually measures, cuts and sews the material and literally makes the bra. As you can see, it really fits! It's about a C- at the base and a D+ at the tip."

"Good heavens, it's no wonder that you couldn't find a regular bra to fit! Anyway, as I said, it, and you, are lovely." She reached down for her shirt, but, shocking myself, I hesitantly asked her, "Would you mind letting me take a picture of you?" Not surprisingly, she looked startled and I went on, "I shouldn't have asked that, but – damn this is hard to explain – when I got back from Spain I described your breasts to Mack. Needless to say, he was intrigued. Then, when we heard that you were moving here, he, naturally, remembered. We were teasing back and forth and – I'll tell you about that when we have more time – but I promised him that if an opportunity came along for him to see your tits, I would arrange it. That's sounds awful, but it was a teasing promise and I really never thought that it would occur! Now, though, you look absolutely wonderful in that bra and...gods, I don't know...damn, this is awkward...but I did promise."

"Sandy, honey, I'm not offended – and I'm not immune to flattery! To be honest, since I got these bras – I have three of them – I don't hate my tits, anymore. Well, I guess I never hated them, just the problems they caused. Actually, I'm quite comfortable with them now...I even like the way they look! However, I never thought of having a picture of me like this. You talking with Mack about me really is nice and his interest certainly doesn't upset me. The thought of you two teasing about me is touching. You know how sometimes you meet someone and you just know that this is a person that you're really going to like? Well, when I met Mack for the first time, I just knew that he was someone I would enjoy being with. I have been totally comfortable with him right from the first moment we met and that certainly is not common for me. He has been a complete gentleman about not staring at my tits which relaxes me. As I told you, that was one of Richard's attractive features; although I've come to believe that in his case it was actually lack of interest more than being considerate. Anyway, if I can reward Mack for his forbearance and you can keep your promise – in a way, at least – with a picture of me in my bra, get your camera!"

I hurried and got my camera and took several shots – straight on and profile with one real close-up of just the tits. As I finished and she put her shirt back on, grinned and said, "I never did anything like that before, and, you know what? I really felt sexy, and I don't remember really feeling that way before! One thing, though, be absolutely certain the Richard doesn't see those pictures. He certainly wouldn't understand or approve!"

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I knew nothing about that conversation, of course, and Sandy said nothing about it then or on our drive home. In fact, it wasn't until that evening that she sprang her surprise on me. We were in the bedroom lying in bed reading when she casually suggested that we should look at the lake pictures she had taken. She connected the cable from her camera to the TV and we lay back, me in my pajamas, she in her nightgown, enjoying the scenes, particularly of several large homes right on the water. We looked at a couple which I knew were toward the end and I started to comment about what a nice day it had been. The words were hardly out of my mouth until suddenly the screen – on a 55 inch TV – was filled with an astounding picture of Helen wearing only a bra above the waist.

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement. Seeing her dressed like that was startling, but that took second place to how stunning her breasts looked. I immediately saw what it was that caused Sandy to see her as a ship figurehead. Large breasts normally start out from a relatively massive base and taper out cone-like to the nipple, frequently almost touching in the center, creating cleavage. Small breasts, on the other hand, most often, are separate with space between them on the chest, so no cleavage. Helen's were a combination of the two: they started out like a C- or, maybe a B++, leaving space in the center, but then projecting out to a D+. They were, as Sandy had said, like torpedoes coming out from her chest

"My god, Sandy, how did you get that picture? You said that she looked sloppy in a bra – that's not sloppy! Wow!"

"Well, I'm glad that you are properly impressed! That is a custom-made bra that, obviously, fits perfectly. I was surprised when she showed it to me and I did you a great favor. I was very hesitant, but I finally asked if I could take her picture. I told her about having promised you to let you see her if I could – that was hard to do – and that a picture would make you happy. She thought about it for a minute or so and finally said, 'I really like Mack and he's been a real gentleman. His interest certainly doesn't upset me, so if having my picture would make him happy and let you keep your promise, get your camera.' I did that, of course, and there she is!"

We looked at the other two pictures, profile and close-up. I was mesmerized as I looked at them, really fascinated, and aroused, a fact that was apparent by my hard cock. Heaven knows, I had seen many pictures of women with lovely breasts, large and small, in bras or bare, but these really appealed to me. However, those were just anonymous pictures and these were of someone I knew and liked. Sandy reached over and grabbed my hard cock and said, "It appears that you like those pictures!" As I continued staring at the close-up that was on the screen, she added, "We'd better take care of this right away!"

I quickly mounted and entered her while we, for a short time, continued talking. "So, you like those tits, huh? They're just like I said, aren't they!"

"They're amazing! Did you see them bare? Do they sag without the bra?"

"No, she didn't take it off."

"Damn, they're amazing. God's, I'd love to see her naked!"

"I expected to hear you say that! I can't believe this! You're fucking me and we're talking about another woman's tits! You're hot from thinking about her while you're in me! Fucking me! I should be jealous, but it makes me hot instead!"

That was about the end of the "conversation" as we both lost ourselves in our own mounting arousal. I know that my own mind was focused on Helen and, I'll admit, a number of lewd fantasies, as I worked toward climax. We both erupted into a very satisfying orgasms and I suspect that Sandy might have had some questionable fantasies of her own. 

As you can well imagine, we looked at those pictures quite a few times and they were a frequent topic of conversation over the next several weeks. Sandy insisted that there was very little chance to see her in her bra, much less see her bare tits, but it was fun talking about it. She had been hesitant about even taking a picture and continued wearing clothes that gave no hint of what lay beneath. That, happily, was due to change.

At first, Richard's flights were basically there and back – out in the morning, back for dinner. With more experience in commercial jets, that soon changed and he was away from home over night. Still, we saw them frequently and all four of us enjoyed the visits. However, by mid-summer, he became copilot on regular flights to Asian cities with which he was familiar from his service. Distance and pilot rest requirements meant that with longer flights layovers became routine, leaving Helen alone for several days at a time. 




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 01



Helen had been used to him being gone overnight and longer when he was in the air force, but then she lived in base housing with other wives nearby. It was Richard who suggested that it would be a good idea to plan on us visiting her or she visiting us while he was gone to keep her company. The one real difference between Sandy and Helen was that Sandy was gregarious and loved meeting people and Helen was just the opposite and would be lonely. So, with the "girls" immediate and enthusiastic approval, we agreed that we would schedule our visits to give her company when he was gone. It goes without saying that the idea of seeing Helen in a more informal setting (and without her husband around) added to my own enthusiasm about the more frequent visits! As a result, we saw Richard only on those occasions when we had some specific group activity in mind.

So, a week and a half later we were at their house to "baby-sit" Helen over the weekend when Richard would be in Hong Kong. I was looking forward to the visit and had injudiciously commented to Sandy that I, finally, in a less formal situation, might see more of Helen's actual shape

"While we're alone with her like that, I'm sure that she will wear regular clothes and her boobs will be more obvious than before. I know that you really won't leer at her or anything stupid like that, but she's just hyper-sensitive. Remember, she gets very tired of seeing men's eyes leave her face and drop to her chest – and stay there! The reason she agreed to let me take those pictures was that you had not reacted the way so many men had. That always seems to happen if she wears anything light weight. It's funny, if I had never described her tits to you, you probably wouldn't be particularly concerned about them. You would look at her the way you look at other women with large breasts – interesting but of no great significance. With her usual clothing, she looks no different from a lot of women you see every day. However, you know what is under her shirt, sweater or whatever, so it fascinates you. Anyway, once we're alone and she's more used to you, she may just forget and not worry about it as much."

I quickly discovered that Sandy had not exaggerated. Helen came out wearing a light sweater with nothing hiding the breasts protruding from her chest. The difference was that her more typical tops were heavy enough or hidden enough under scarves, etc., that all you saw was a single unit. Oh, I obviously knew that there were two breasts there, but they didn't show separately. Now, with the lighter material and no disguising scarves, two individual mounds were clearly visible as the lighter material followed her shape. 

I managed to focus on her face, smiling and saying "Hi," as I turned to get our suitcase. The whole evening was a contest between my desire to really focus on her boobs and my need to be circumspect. I managed to do so, however, and on the way home, Sandy commended me on my good behavior. However, by the third time we were alone with her, things got more difficult as she became more comfortable with me.

This was shown one evening when I was sitting in their living room, watching the news. The three of us had gone out to dinner and, when we returned, they decided to get out of their dressy clothes. I had assumed that they would just put on their regular tops and pants, but, instead, they changed into their nightgowns. They casually came into the living room and sat there chatting as I tried to watch the TV. Actually, the gowns were pretty, and they certainly weren't revealing, not thin or sexy. However, the fleece material draped over Helen's breasts, outlining their conical shape and made obvious tents over her pointed nipples. 

I was instantly hard and it was all I could do to keep from embarrassing Sandy by my teenage-like tendency to stare and gape. Fortunately, I didn't have to get up until I was finally able to get my cock under some sort of control. When we got into our room, my arousal was still obvious. "My god, Sandy, I can't believe it! Damn, I would love to see and feel those boobs – no, those really are tits! I've never seen anything like that. Maybe Dolly Parton, but even hers are not as pointed and separate! Gods, I'm still hard and all I did was seeing them through her gown!"

Sandy grinned at me. "I told you so! I thought that that would be your reaction when we decided to put on our nightgowns! Now you can really understand her problem – that's the reaction she faces all the time. I saw them every day at school and they still amaze me. I've never touched them, but, to tell you the truth, there were many times when she walked by wearing nothing but her panties that I would have loved to have reached up and felt them. They quiver as she moves rather than bobbing up and down. I wish that there was some way that you could feel them, but you don't dare make a pass at her. She and I, as well as you, would be embarrassed."

"Oh, I know that, but, boy, would I love to. I really was surprised tonight when I saw her in her nightgown – I just wasn't prepared for that. That's what got me so hard. I could see her tits and nipples pushing out through it!"

"Yeah, we talked about being comfortable. Richard is very conscious of her figure – as you can imagine – and he is really unhappy when she shows anything. Actually, he gets jealous and gets in a bad mood. So, when he's around she's very careful. Now, you're going to like this! She and I have no physical secrets from each other after sharing a room for a full year and she asked me this evening if I would be bothered if she were freer when it's just the three of us. I told her that she should wear whatever she wants when we're together and just not worry about it. See, I already did you a big favor – at least you may see quite a bit even if you can't touch! Of course, your cock may be hard a lot until you're used to it. Speaking of that, maybe we should do something now to release the pressure in it right now!"

As the summer ended and our classes began, our schedule limited our visits to weekends and even those frequently were busy. As a result, increasingly, we saw Helen at our house. Whenever Richard had a flight where layover would be required, she just drove over and stayed with us. We designated one bedroom as "Helen's room" and she gradually filled the drawers and closet with her clothes as if she lived there. It was very comfortable having her there, actually surprisingly so. We had that "mother suite" which we had thought of renting out when we had moved in, but we never did so because we wanted our privacy. Now, Helen was with us fairly regularly, and we were, as I said, very comfortable and we never were even conscious of the loss of privacy. 

There was an interesting development in Sandy's and Helen's relationship during that time. With her visiting us without Richard, the two of them shopped together, had lunch out, etc., normal things for women to enjoy. It was at lunch one day when one of Sandy's friends came over to their table, saw Helen and exclaimed, "Oh, this must be your twin sister! You look just alike." Instead of making her regular denial, Sandy just introduced them.

"Helen, this is my friend, Janet Knoblich. Janet, this is my sister, Helen Evans. Her husband is an airline pilot and she visits us when he is away." Helen didn't bat an eye at the introduction and they had a pleasant chat with Janet. Afterwards, Sandy looked at Helen with a grin, saying, laughingly, "I've just adopted you as my sister – my twin sister! I hope you like your new relative!"

Helen joined in the laughter, "Why not! Everyone see us that way, so why fight it." Then, more seriously, "Anyway, I've felt as if you were my sister from the time we met and having you as a sister publicly will be a privilege!" 

As Sandy said later, that brought tears to her eyes and they embraced each other right there in front of the restaurant. Actually, she said that they both were teary eyed and both were shocked at how emotional they were. It was a spur of the moment act but very touching and probably contributed to an even closer relationship that they developed later. In any case, from that time onward, they publicly, and privately, for that matter, referred to themselves as sisters – twin sisters!

With summer over, we pretty much returned to our regular home life and the normal university faculty activities – research, course preparation, exam grading, etc. Our schedules meant that either or neither of us would be home during the day, but we gave Helen a key and it never was a surprise to find her sitting in the house when we returned. Her academic training was in Spanish, of course, so she was sometimes able to help Sandy in grading and they loved practicing their conversational skills in the language. As time passed, we actually came to miss her when, for whatever reason, Richard's flights did not require layovers. However, there certainly was a negative side to having Helen virtually living part time with us – I saw a lot of her and that played the devil with my libido! 

With variations, of course, our evenings fell into a regular pattern. In general, we would sit in the living room talking or watching TV until bed time at which point they would change into their nightgowns, giving me a brief look at Helen's charms through the fabric. I ended up with a hard cock each time and the desire to feel those tits did not decrease. I had a tremendous urge to make a pass at her, which I believe she knew. Any time at which I might be alone with her and I might have been carried away, she carefully avoided the situation. For example, when watching TV, I would sit on the couch and she would sit at the far end or in a chair, never beside me where I might be tempted. I knew that I would never do anything unless the conditions were such that could be, or appear to be, accidental, but that situation was unlikely to occur. I certainly wasn't just going to just grab her tit! Fortunately, we still had privacy in our bedroom and our level of sexual activity definitely went up at those times. Of course, that was no problem and both Sandy and I reaped the benefits.

Sandy, obviously, knew of my continuing desire but just said, "Look but don't do anything out of character! We'll all be embarrassed if you get carried away. One of the things that made her really like you was that, as she said, you acted like a gentleman. Look, she is very sensitive so I'm sure that she is well aware of your interest, but she hates being lusted over, much less having to fend off lecherous males."

However, while she was repeating that warning, I found out later that, at the same time, she was prepared to begin a conversation to sound out Helen on her feelings about me. I'll recount that conversation as Sandy described it to me later.

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Helen and I had been talking about a whole range of subjects as we usually did when I moved the conversation what I had planned all along. "Are you still having your usual problem with avoiding passes from all the men you meet?"

"Well, not all of them! Actually, since we've moved here I've had no problem since we haven't met many people. I'll tell you, though; most of the pilots we met seemed to be all hands if I didn't head them off before they started. Really it wasn't too bad because I've developed an instinct which seems to warn me when men are seriously ready to make a pass at me. I don't know what it is or what the signs are, but I just seem to know. So, when the signs are there, I evade the danger by getting up or moving away or some other way of defusing the situation. I'm almost always able to avoid those uncomfortable confrontations. Once in a while I had to slap someone down, figuratively, at least. Particularly drunk air force pilots! I'll tell you, it would be nice to go into a party and not worry about protecting my tits if I wore something that wasn't concealing!"

"Well, as you know, I've never had that problem. Average size certainly is more comfortable. Now that you're married, what do you do when someone you like gets carried away and tries to feel you? That was no problem in school, but it must be different now."

"Yeah, that has happened, particularly with some of Richard's squadron friends. Usually, I let him get a little feel and then pull away and say something like 'We can't do that,' smiling, maybe a bit sorrowfully, at him. That way his masculine pride is not hurt and no one is embarrassed. It actually seems to make them feel good since I seem to regret stopping them! That almost always works, and if it doesn't, I don't like him anymore, anyway." 

"Well, that's why I brought up the subject. We've been friends too long to be afraid to say something, but this is awkward. I'm afraid that Mack may get carried away and make a pass at you one of these times and I don't want for it to cause a problem. It wouldn't be like him – I don't think that he has made a pass at a woman in his life – but you're here a lot and he really likes you, so he's bounded to be tempted."

To my surprise, after forcing myself to say that, Helen began laughing. "Good lord, honey, I'm very aware of Mack's interest in my tits, and I know that he really wants to feel them! I haven't known if he would do anything, but I've been avoiding the issue because I didn't know how you would react if he did. This is funny! We've both been dancing around the problem."

"That is silly isn't it? Ok, if it doesn't bother you too much, I think that it would be best if he got it out of his system so we can stop worrying about it."

"All right, if that's really the way you feel, I'll quit avoiding the issue and leave it up to him. If he does try a pass at me, I'll let him get a good feel and then do my "We can't do that" line and defuse the issue with no one hurt. I'll even wear my thinner bra so he'll enjoy it!"

I started laughing. "Boy, this is a weird conversation – telling my best friend to let my husband feel her boob! Actually, I think that it's fun, planning it with you! I can't wait to see his reaction!"

She giggled in reply. "Now he probably won't do anything and we'll both be disappointed!"

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I, of course, wasn't aware of any of this devious planning and I got a real surprise as we settled down to watch the TV. I was leaning back with my right arm on the back of the couch with Sandy right beside me and Helen in a chair. We watched until about 10:00 when a rerun of a documentary that I like came on. Suddenly Sandy stood up saying, "I've seen that and I don't want to watch it again." Now, normally we would change channels for something else, but she continued, "I've had a long day and I'm going in and take a shower and get out of these clothes. Helen, why don't you move over here beside Mack? The couch is more comfortable."

I couldn't believe what was happening – it was like some fantasy. Without saying a word, Helen just got up and moved over to the couch, taking Sandy's place next to me, not at the other end. As the program started, she asked me what it was about and leaned against me, almost, it seemed, to invite a pass from me. Just thinking about it made me nervous and my cock twitched and hardened and I just, more or less coherently, tried to answer her question. She was right there where I wanted her to be, but all I could think about was all the possible – even likely – bad reverberations. Actually, it had been many years since I had even been tempted to make a pass at another woman and, in this case I just couldn't bring myself to take that dangerous step.

We sat there like that for some time, and I have no idea as to what was happening in that program. Then, to my shocked surprise, she moved even closer and actually rested her head against my shoulder. That was too much and, without any conscious decision, my arm fell off of the back of the couch over her shoulder and, with perfect aim, my hand rested right on her breast.

Then, as if it had a mind of its own, that hand cupped and fondled her left tit. I anticipated that she would pull away immediately, but to my happy surprise, she did not. It appeared that, at first, that was her intention, but suddenly she seemed to relax and let me explore at will. It was large, of course, but it was also very firm. It was soft enough to give between my fingers as I squeezed it, but it was a resilient softness. It was not a great deal larger than Sandy's tit in diameter, but much longer. Her nipple was erect and very hard showing, I hoped, that the pleasure was mutual.

What had begun as an almost involuntary pass to get a momentary feel of her tit before she would reject me turned into a fifteen minutes of sexual enjoyment. As would be assumed, my cock was so hard that it was uncomfortable in my pants. It was a weird situation – obviously this was now more than just an accidental contact that could be overlooked and that you could pretend never happened. This was now a relationship of some sort for I was feeling her and she was permitting it. Neither of us said anything and it seemed that neither of us knew what to do next. Finally, with my hand underneath the breast, she put her hand on mine and lightly squeezed and without saying anything, got up and left the room.



Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 02



I sat there in a daze, my mind too much in turmoil to have any cohesive thoughts. I had feared her reaction if I made a pass at her, but now I had the question as to what her acquiescence meant. I had gotten far more than I had ever anticipated - or even conceived of! How far could it go? What would Sandy's reaction be? One question after another, but one thing was clear - I had felt and thoroughly explored a fabulous tit! What, of course, I didn't know about was the conversation that had gone on before and the new one that had just started and was going on upstairs. This is how Sandy later described it.

*****

I had just left the shower and was putting on my nightgown when the bedroom door opened. I assumed, without looking, that it was you coming to tell me of your experience with feeling Helen's breast. I looked up and saw Helen, herself, with the most lugubrious expression on her face as she came in. My heart sank because I just knew that you had made a pass at her and hadn't stopped when Helen pulled away. I had visions of a serious problem as I hesitantly asked, "Helen, dear, what's wrong?" Her reply was totally unexpected.

"Oh, Sandy, I feel awful. I sat next to Mack as we planned and nothing happened. I could tell that he wanted very, very badly to make a pass at me and feel my tit, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Finally, I moved even closer and rested my head on his shoulder, almost inviting him to do something. Finally his desire overcame his conscience and he felt me. He was very gentle, unlike most men who just grab and squeeze. He ran his hand all over my tit, cupping and fondling it. I let him get a really good feel and started to reach up and do my 'We can't do this' thing - and I just didn't. I just relaxed and let him feel me. Honey, I let him play with my tit for at least fifteen minutes before I finally pulled away and came in here. On, I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad at me!"

"Good heavens, I'm surprised at myself in a way, but I'm not bothered at all and I definitely am not mad at you! If it feels good, and you want him to, as far as I am concerned, he can feel anything you have! He was so obsessed with your breasts that I wanted him to get something that would satisfy his desire and I was very happy with our plan. We certainly accomplished that, but, if you want to do more, I think that it's wonderful!"

"God, I'm so relieved! I don't know what happened, but I was so comfortable and it felt so good that I just didn't want to stop it. I've never felt that way before when a man touched me. It just felt right, but, all the time I was worried about how you would feel about it. So you wouldn't mind if I let him do it again?"

"Look, I certainly won't mind and, obviously, he'll love it. Start gradually and progress as you want. He felt you through your blouse and bra, so there's a lot more that you can do with just your tits." Laughing, I continued, "I'm sure that we will enjoy planning your erotic moves! For now, though, I'll let Mack know that neither of us objects if he takes advantage of nearness on occasion and continues what you started tonight. He won't believe that I'm not the least bit jealous and, to tell the truth, I hardly can believe it myself!"

"As I said, you're wonderful! One thing. I know Mack pretty well by now and I know that he is a careful and thoughtful person and will be quite discreet, but we need to be very careful if Richard is home. He tends to be very observant with me and other men. It's partly being protective and partly possessiveness. My heavens, I sound like we're planning an affair!"

"Well, in a way I guess we are - even if it is just tit feeling! Still, you're right. I don't know how far you (or we, actually) will take this, but all three of us will have to be quite circumspect. Does thinking like that make you feel guilty as far as Richard is concerned?"

"Gods, no! Richard has been screwing other women since a year or so after we were married. I found a package of rubbers - well, condoms to be politically correct - in one of his uniforms. He finally confessed that his friends met air force 'groupies' after some training missions and talked him into joining in. He implied that it was a onetime thing, but it became obvious that it wasn't. Frankly, it really didn't bother me too much since it clearly was nothing but sex - he hardly knew their names. My real surprise was that he was involved in sex with them when he never had shown any interest, or ability, with me at home. Of course, it was in different circumstances doing something illicit, so, I guess, that atmosphere was more arousing. However, I blew up at one point and said that he damn sure had better wear rubbers if he was going to play around after those flights for if he caught any STD's I was leaving! We had been talking about starting a family and the idea of catching some disease from some bimbo really turned me off, as you can imagine!"

"He must be crazy! Someone at home like you and he screws around with groupies!"

"Peer pressure is a potent thing, particularly in a macho atmosphere like the military. I doubt that the airline culture is as permissive and stewardesses aren't as beautiful as they used to be - but they still have tits and cunts and pilots are power figures. In any case, we are fine in virtually all other ways and, as Dear Abby always said, "Are you better with him or without him" and I'm much better with him. I love him, but I have no guilt whatever I do. However, back to the point, I think his extramarital activities make him extra possessive and, I guess, wary of other men. Frankly, he is well aware of how I appeal to 'boob lovers,' and I think that applies to most men." 

"Look, Mack will be going to a political science conference in Boston the week after next. It runs for three days. Why don't you plan to come here and we'll have plenty of time to talk about this. It would be nice to have you here while Mack is gone, anyway. There's something else that I want to tell you about. Oh, but will Richard be home?"

"I don't know yet, but he seems to be able to schedule his flights to be here - or not to be here - if he has enough warning. In any case, what now?"

"I think that you should put on your nightgown and we'll go out and give Mack a pleasant surprise!"

*****

I really was surprised - shocked might be a better word. I had been sitting there staring at the TV, not watching the program, just staring. I still hadn't fully absorbed what had happened between Helen and me. Those questions I was mulling over had no answer. I knew that she had gone upstairs and presumably was with Sandy, but I had absolutely no conception as to what was going on. I really was in a stupor.

Suddenly I was faced with another surprise as Sandy and Helen came down and walked into the living room, both dressed in their nightgowns, and sat down as if nothing had happened. Sandy sat by me and Helen in a chair and asked how far along the documentary was. Needless to say, I had no coherent answer since I really hadn't seen anything. It was weird: a quite significant event had taken place and they were proceeding as if it never happened! Hadn't Helen told Sandy? I was still all aflutter from it and they were talking about a television program! It got weirder.

I was in much the same position as I had been before with my arm on the back of the couch. Sandy swung her legs up onto the couch and leaned against me with her head against my shoulder. She reached up and pulled my arm down onto her shoulder and upper arm. That, of course, is where my hand had been with Helen before. As we talked, I stroked up and down her arm and, inevitably, I brushed the side of her breast. I don't know what possessed me, but somehow it felt right to simply move my hand directly onto that breast and to gently fondle it. It was a nice breast and, while not the size and shape of Helen's, it was very pleasant to hold. 

Obviously, I had held it hundreds if not thousands of times before, but to do it in front of Helen, after what had just happened, was unquestionably something I never would have dreamed of doing. If nothing else, Sandy would have been extremely embarrassed. However, in this case she ignored my actions and she began giving a synopsis of the documentary to Helen's seemingly rapt attention.

We watched (they watched, I stewed) the TV for ten or fifteen minutes when Sandy, at a commercial break said, as she had before, that she had seen the program and added that she thought that she would turn in for the night. As she got up, she looked over at Sandy and asked, "Helen, dear, why don't you move over here and take my place on the couch? It's more comfortable," Then, as she got up, leaned close and whispered, "Don't be shy!"

At the time I had no ideas to what she meant and I was completely absorbed in Helen's movements. She got up from the chair, came over to the couch and got into exactly the same position as Sandy had, right against me with her legs up on the couch. Without thinking, I had put my arm on the back of the couch again and she just naturally placed her head on my shoulders just as she had before. I can't possibly describe the thoughts and emotions whirling though my mind at that moment. 

Actually, my mind just wasn't working - it was frozen by an inexplicable series of events. I, unbelievably, had felt Helen's tit, Helen and Sandy had talked but had come in and acted as if nothing had occurred and, now, Sandy had left me alone with Helen after giving me a cryptic message seemingly encouraging me to do something! In retrospect, the situation seems pretty clear, but at the time, despite what had happened earlier, I had a hard time believing what afterwards seemed obvious. What broke the chains that were restraining me was Helen literally snuggling against me in what was unquestionably a suggestive manner. Even I, with my complete lack of self-confidence, couldn't help but recognize what was being offered.

Obviously, something was going on with Sandy and Helen that I didn't understand at the moment, but I pushed all of that aside and let my instincts take over. I let my hand slide down onto her arm and, then, onto an almost naked tit. This time there was no bra covering her, only that thin nightgown material. Except for the texture of her skin, I might as well be holding her bare boob. What had been just a rigid protrusion inside a bra was now a firm, rubbery nipple that I could hold it between my fingers and lightly tweak. I cupped, stroked, caressed and squeezed that very firm and resilient breast as Helen just rested against me.

Nothing was said as I continued to fondle her until she turned slightly so that her back was more flat against me. Then she quietly, almost in a whisper, said, "I have two of them." That obviously was an invitation to feel both tits rather than just the one. I quickly took advantage of the offer and ran my left hand over her other shoulder and played with the other breast. So, for the next ten or fifteen minutes I had one hand on each side of her head, reaching down and feeling her as she leaned back against me.

Finally, she pulled away, saying quietly, "I think that I should go in." Getting up, she looked at me and very affectionately said, "That was very nice. I liked it." Then she reached down and lightly kissed me and left the room. I sat there once again somewhat dazed by the startling developments of the last hour or so. What had been an unlikely fantasy, making a pass at Helen, had not only been realized, it had gone unbelievably beyond anything I had thought possible. Instead of a brief touching in an unlikely pass, I had been permitted to play with both tits. To top it off, she had clearly indicated that the pleasure was mutual, seeming to open the door for future intimate activity. In addition, it was obvious that something had gone on between Helen and Sandy - and I wanted to know what!

I forced myself to my feet and went upstairs and found Sandy on the bed, waiting for my appearance. "Ok, what's going on? You and Helen obviously had something arranged and, while I appreciate what I got out of it, I want to know just what happened!"

Sandy started laughing, saying, "What do you mean, honey? Did something happen after I left and came upstairs? When I left and you and Helen were watching the program!"

"Quit being cute! What happened between you and Helen? You set it up so that I could feel her tits - but how did you get her to go along?"

Still obviously amused, Sandy gave up and said, "All right, I'll talk! You've been going on for weeks about Helen's breasts and speculating about what they would feel like - saying that you would love to make a pass at her and see what they feel like. She knew perfectly well what you were thinking and she and I decided to let you make a pass and feel her just enough to satisfy your curiosity. She was supposed to end it quickly, but it turned out, to her surprise, that she liked you feeling her and that she wanted to keep going. She came up afterwards, told me what she had done and was worried about my reaction, sure that I would be upset. Once she was certain that I didn't mind, even was pleased the way things had gone, we decided to surprise you!"

"Well, you damn sure did that! I couldn't believe that she would let me feel her so much the first time, and, then, when you two came down in your nightgowns and you left me alone with her - I don't know word to use - maybe flabbergasted is close. My god, her tits are amazing! They are unbelievably firm and her nipples are like little fingers sticking up. I can't believe that I sat there with those two tits in my hands! Obviously, I've never felt anything like them. Did you two say anything about doing anymore? After this, I'd love to get more from her. At least I want to see her naked and maybe more!"

"Hold on! We've already done more than we had ever even thought about doing. We'd better take it easy and not try to do too much. She obviously likes you and the way she talks and acted, she likes you in a sexual way as well as a friend. Other than Richard, that's the first time she let anyone feel her, and she said that it was the first time she really enjoyed it - including Richard, apparently! She and I will talk and I'll do what I can. I'd like to see her naked again myself and, I'll admit, I would love to feel her like you did tonight. Gods, I'm not a lesbian, but her body in certainly attractive. I don't have any idea how far she would go, and I'm sure that she doesn't either - she's already done more than she ever thought of doing. Right now I obviously have no reason to think that you could get into her, but who knows. We'll just have to take it as it goes, but we're already miles ahead of anything you dreamed of."

She paused and then began laughing again as she continued, "Isn't this something? Here I am speculating as to whether my husband can get into my best friend while earlier I was planning with her about her letting him play with her tit! I have no way of knowing how this will turn out but it certainly is off to a good start!"

"Now, what's going on with you? Even a teasing suggestion about me playing with another woman - coed, master's exam taker or whatever - brought a definitive rejection. You said, half-joking that you would castrate me and kill her! I was shocked that you even proposed letting me see her tits if you could. Now, for god's sake, you arrange for me to feel those tits and, when I speculated about doing something more with her, you casually say that you don't think that I could get into her! Are you the same...well, jealous woman I've been married to or has a golem replaced her?"

"Well, I'm sure that I'm the same woman, but I'm as surprised as you are. For some inexplicable reason, I have no feeling of jealousy with Helen. I had a very hard time believing that you were not the least bit jealous about Frank fucking me, but I feel the same way about Helen. Admittedly, feeling her tits is a long way from fucking her, but, at least right now, I have no qualms. It still seems pretty far-fetched, but, who knows. As I just told you, she said that this is the first time in her life that she really enjoyed being felt. Something about you appeals to her."

She paused for thirty seconds or so, obviously thinking deeply, before going on. "You know, we really are like sisters, maybe closer, and as you've seen, we tend to think alike. Maybe we have the same taste in men. Maybe what there is in you that makes you right for me, attracts her, too." 

As you might expect, our conversation went on for some time during which I learned a great deal about Richard and their relationship. Helen's obvious lack of concern about her "cheating," even if only it amounted to petting or "making out," made me hope that it might extend to far greater indiscretions. It's amazing how the desires expand - getting more than you had ever hoped for merely whets the appetite for even more!

In any case, me feeling Helen's tits and the hope for more was enough to fire up both my and Sandy's erotic fantasies and the sex was very good that night. When Helen left for home the next day, our goodbye kiss no longer was pro forma, and her tit was squeezed.

As these events have demonstrated, bond between Sandy and Helen had deepened even more when they were in much more frequent contact. When they had been in Spain they were almost like the married couple which completed each other's sentences. The more they were together after their reunion in this country, the more they recovered the links that made them so close there. They agreed on so many things that sometimes it was as if there were two bodies, but one mind! Obviously, this bonding made it easier for Sandy to accept the growing connection between Helen and me.

Needless to say, I was looking forward to see how things would develop, but, the next time we saw Helen was one of the increasingly rare times when Richard was home and coming to visit us with her. That, of course, precluded any extramarital experimentation and Helen was fully dressed the entire weekend. It was an evening of friendly talk with no overtones of a sexual or personal nature. It was quite limiting. There was one occasion, however, that showed promise for the future. We were standing by the car as they readied to go home, Sandy and Richard on the right side and Helen and I on the other. Richard and I each kissed the other's wife goodbye and, concealed by the car, I was able to quickly squeeze Helen's tit. As I did so, she whispered, "I'm sorry about the bra. I'll leave it off next time!" It made us part of a conspiracy with promise for the future.

That promised future came sooner that I had anticipated. A week later Richard had a flight to Japan which meant that he would be gone at least four days, possibly longer with the hour-limitations for air line pilots. As result, Helen planned to spend three nights with us. As would be expected, my hopes were high for further exploration of Helen's tits and, I hoped, her body. I'm sure that Sandy's hopes matched mine!

Almost immediately things looked hopeful. Helen arrived in the afternoon and greeted Sandy with a big hug and kiss as I got out her suitcase. Then, she turned to me and gave me a big kiss. As she did so, I put my hand on her tit and knew at once that there was nothing under her blouse but Helen! "See, I promised no bra next time!" Any questions I might have had about her interest vanished.

It was a very pleasant afternoon with the anticipation of a very pleasant evening in prospect. It was now obvious that something of a sexual nature was forthcoming - with the only question being just how far it would go. We had dinner and, I'm sure, all of us were wondering how we could get started. It was awkward in that, while, obviously, all of us knew what had happened between Helen and me, there had been no general acknowledgement among us of that intimacy. Some more experienced or adventurous types probably would have had no problem - just jumped into it - but that was not our style. Sandy was the only one of us with extramarital experience and she never had initiated anything. Actually, in retrospect, the ice-breaker was pretty obvious. Sandy just asked Helen if she would like to go into the Jacuzzi and Helen immediately said yes. 




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 02



Shortly afterwards, I was seated in the hot, bubbling water as two women prepared to enter. Helen was dressed in her usual concealing two-piece suit while Sandy was wearing her regular bikini. There were four sections with two seats in each, and I pulled Helen into the seat beside me on my left while Sandy sat in the next section. I lowered the lights and we relaxed in the swirling water. There was a brief, banal, conversation about how wonderful the water felt, how relaxing it was, etc. That was followed by an anticipatory silence during which I put my left arm around Helen's shoulders and pulled her over to me. As I held her tight, she looked up at me and I kissed her lightly, a kiss she responded to with more fervor than I had anticipated. 

That removed any hesitation that I had, and I began gently fondling her tits through her suit top. She welcomed my move by pushing her tit out and putting her hand over mine I looked up and saw Sandy watching intently in the dim light and received a wide, encouraging smile as I felt Helen. Unfortunately, Helen's cumbersome top prevented me from getting any real sensation as I felt her. I pulled my left arm from around her and slid my hand down her back until I encountered the fastening. Obviously, she realized my intention as she leaned forward, permitting me to open it. Immediately, her back was bare and the straps slid down her arms and off, taking her concealing bra with them. For the first time, my hand caressed, fondled and squeezed those lovely breasts!

Helen's reaction was amazing. Instead of shyly and timidly sitting there, letting her tits be worked on, she pushed forward, frankly welcoming and enjoying something she had never done before - letting a man feel and grope her tits, her bare tits! This was no shy little maiden, no timorous little housewife just letting something happen - she was involved! I looked over at Sandy again and saw that she had also removed her bra and was staring intently at the action. The water concealed Helen's tits, but even in the dim light, she could see what was going on. If I had had any question about her acceptance and approval of my intimacy with Helen, it would have been dispelled by the look on her face and the grin she gave me.

I looked back at Helen and saw a very happy, excited face and began a series of intense, even loving kisses. I don't know if she actually had an orgasm during that time, but, if not, she was close to it. That may sound like a bit of overreaction - it was only having her tits felt - but, with her background, having and enjoying that overturned a lifetime of self-imposed restraint. That wild passion finally wore off a bit and we just sat back and regained our composure. And, then, I did something totally unexpected!

Reaching over to Sandy, I took her hand and placed it on Helen's tit, saying, "You need to be a part of this too!" I squeezed her hand and the tit together and then ran the hand over the nipple so she touched everything. "There, doesn't that feel good?" 

Sandy was startled, of course, but, keeping her fingers gripping the tit, gasped out, "Wow, I guess that does feel good! No wonder men are always after you. I always wanted to know what they felt like, but I never had the nerve to do anything about it and now I know."

"Oh, honey, you could have felt them anytime! I would have loved it! I guess we were both too shy. Well, I have a feeling that my tits are going thoroughly explored before I go home! My god, I can't believe it, but I love both your hands on me! You're fantastic! I guess that I should feel some guilt about this, but I don't!"

By that time, we had had enough of the Jacuzzi and my cock, which, needless to say, was totally erect throughout all of this, received another infusion of heat as, for the first time I saw Helen nude on top. For the first time I saw those breasts bare and, as she bent somewhat to touch the rim of the Jacuzzi, it was easy to see why she could be seen as the figurehead on a ship. These really were tits! Firm cones with no sag, nipples turgid and poking out like fat pencil erasers - they looked artificial, too perfect. I had felt them through the thin fabric of her nightgown and, now, in the water, but seeing them naked brought a whole new perspective. It's the kind of thing you have to see to understand, for words simply can't convey something so out or the ordinary.

She was still a bit shy, wrapping a towel around herself as we went upstairs while Sandy stayed topless. I had no idea as to what was going to happen next as she went into her room while Sandy and I went into our bedroom. My first act was to look closely at Sandy's face as I asked, "Are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine! Actually, more than fine. I wasn't absolutely certain of how I would react to you feeling and kissing her, but I loved it! Seeing her tits out and you playing with them was a real turn-on. Not even the slightest hint of jealousy - except that I felt a real desire to feel them myself! And then you put my hand on them and I did it!" As I reached over and hugged her, my hard cock nudged into her stomach and she continued, "And something poking at me down there tells me how you feel about it!"

"Needless to say, I'm relieved that you're not upset. Reality, and your reaction to it, is often very different than how you picture it. I remember how unsure I was about how I would react when I pictured seeing you with Frank. Anyway, those tits are unreal! I can't believe that they could stick out like that with absolutely no sag! I can't wait to see them closer and more clearly. She hid them under the towel pretty quickly. Anyway, what now? Do you think we'll do anything more tonight?"

"I sort of doubt it. This has been a thoroughly traumatic evening for her, and we really don't want to push it. Why don't you dress and go back down to the living room and I'll go over and see how she's doing. Look, I'll just put on a pair of panties and a robe and take a robe to her. We'll come down when she's ready, but I have a feeling that it would be best to just act as natural as possible."

As she suggested, I went down and sat on the couch and watched TV and waited impatiently for the two women to join me. I'll admit to being a bit nervous because you never can be sure how people will react. In addition, this was all new to me as well as them. Sandy had had her affair with Frank - and, to some degree I had been a part of it - but now I was personally involved. My mind was in turmoil as I thought of what had happened and what I hoped would happen. What would Sandy's role be? Would she actually not mind if I fucked Helen? Question after question, but the reality was that I had never even fantasied about an affair - or whatever this would be!

Finally, after over a half hour, I heard them talking on the stairs as they came down. I suddenly realized how tense I was and forced myself to relax as they came into the room. They both were smiling - although Helen's looked a bit unnatural - so I knew that things had worked out favorably. They both were wearing robes and I couldn't help but wonder if Helen, like Sandy, only had panties on under hers. Sandy asked what I was watching and I was forced to say just some nature show since I really didn't know. She settled down beside me with her legs curled under her while Helen sat in a chair half facing us and half facing the TV. Fortunately, it was, in fact, a nature show and we sat there, making innocuous comments, while watching herds of wildebeests crossing the African plains. 

When the show ended, Sandy stood up and said, with no explanation, "Move over here beside Mack, Helen." Helen did so and Sandy continued, "We have classes tomorrow and I'm going up and get ready for bed and leave you two alone for awhile." As she said that, Helen got up from her chair and I saw something I hadn't noticed when they had come into the room - Helen had no sash holding her robe closed. She had held it closed with her hand and, now, as she straightened up and shifted from the chair to the couch, the robe flared open. It was immediately evident that she, like Sandy, was wearing only panties under it! As she sat down beside me, Sandy leaned down and kissed her 'good night,' winked at me and went upstairs. 

I found myself sitting next to a virtually nude woman who cuddled up to me, obviously waiting for me to take advantage of the situation. It didn't take long for me to do so as my hand slipped under the edge of her robe and began fondling and squeezing a fabulous tit. Neither of us said anything at first, but, finally, Helen spoke timidly and said, "We planned this because I couldn't do any more tonight. Richard is the only man who had seen my tits bare until now and, of course, the only one who had touched them. I really enjoyed it when you felt me through my nightgown and I really wanted you to feel my tits bare in the Jacuzzi. I've never been excited by having them touched before, but it was wonderful - I loved it! Maybe I'm over reacting, but I think it's because I had such a phobia against them being touched. I even liked having Sandy feel them! She said that I should tell you myself how I felt about it rather than have her tell you."

"They're wonderful tits and I love holding them and it makes me happy that you told me how you feel. I'm sure that both Sandy and I will pay a lot of attention to them. Frankly, I'm still shocked about the whole situation. As I'm sure Sandy told you, I've been fascinated by your breasts since she described them to me, but I was really only hoping to get a chance to see them."

"Here, let me take my robe off and you can really see them - and the rest of me too. Sandy and I talked about what I should do, but I just couldn't bring myself to be naked, but my panties don't hide much. Maybe I'll break down later - I guess I probably will - but this is as far as I'm comfortable with right now. Heavens, a month ago showing my bra to Sandy and letting her take a picture was a big deal!"

"It wasn't long ago that Sandy could have said the same thing, but conditions and circumstances cause us to do things that we thought were inconceivable."

"She said that something had happened and that she would tell me about it while we're alone. She said that you will be at a conference in November and we could talk about it then. Anyway, my situation had nothing to do with morality - my personal phobia, going back to junior high school kept me from wanting to be touched. Even being married isn't holding me back - Richard removed that limitation by his behavior."

While all of this talking was going on, I was fondling and massaging her tits. I started kissing her and letting my hand wander over her upper body. Oddly enough, despite the sexual arousal inevitable in that situation, the kissing and fondling had more of a loving feel. I felt no urge to push her further, but, somehow, I was confident that we would do more. She lay back against the couch and I proceeded to kiss and suck her nipples while my hand made its way down onto her panties, but I made no effort to go beneath them. 

After almost thirty minutes of this intimate talking and exploring, we got up to go upstairs, but I had one final request. "Helen, please walk around the room and let me watch you." She did so, a bit embarrassed, and I saw what Sandy had meant when she said that Helen's tits just quivered as she walked - no bouncing or jiggling! It was fascinating to watch a pretty woman dressed only in a pair of thin panties parade around the room for my pleasure. She walked upstairs like that while I carried her robe. We stood at the door of her room and shared a long, very affectionate, good night kiss. Then I went in to see my wife who, I knew, was waiting for an accounting of what we had done.

The following morning it was hard to get going because sleep had come late. When I had joined her last night, Sandy had to hear, in detail, about my time alone with Helen. We had to review the experiences in the Jacuzzi and we speculated about what might happen next. Helen apparently had been exhausted by what was, obviously, the most sexually fraught night of her life for she was still asleep - or, maybe, she was just shy about facing us after that night. Sandy said that when she took the robe to her last night, she was standing, completely nude in the middle of the room, actually shaking from an emotional overload. They stood there hugging each other for almost five minutes before she calmed down. They sat on the bed and talking about what we has done in the Jacuzzi and how she felt. Finally, surprising herself, Sandy cupped and squeezed Helen's tit and asked, "Would you like to have Mack do this again tonight?" Convinced that Sandy had no reservations about it, Helen's answer was an emphatic yes.  

Sandy promised to go up to get ready for bed after a short time and it was she who had suggested that Helen not fasten her robe. "I really thought that it would be good for the two of you to be alone so that she could really be comfortable with you - and, of course, you with her. It's one thing to be part of the excitement in a bubbling Jacuzzi, but another to deliberately lie back and let your robe come open to show your tits! You know, I think I know now how you felt when you knew that I was alone with Frank - wondering what I was doing, waiting eagerly to hear what I had done! It's nerve wracking!" The discussion went on for too long on a school night and, as would be expected, ended with a vigorous and satisfying fucking. 

It was all very exciting, but, as I said before, it all added up to a slow start to the day. In addition, as would be expected, my mind tended to wander away from academic matters. As it happened, I had a large section of introductory political science having a multiple choice exam and my mind was elsewhere - I hope no one cheated for I was a poor proctor that day! I finally left the office about 3:00 and headed home.

As I walked into the house, I found Helen sitting on the couch reading. It was just a bit awkward since I hadn't seen her since last night on that couch, but, fortunately that self-consciousness didn't last long. However, the events of last night weren't mentioned. Finally, after talking for fifteen minutes or so, I said, "I'm going up and put on some more comfortable clothes and start in on grading these exams." I did just that and settled down at my desk in the study.

A few minutes later, Helen came into the room and offered, "Can I help you with those? I don't know much about political science, but I've graded hundreds of multiple choice exams over the years."

"Damn, Helen, that sounds wonderful. My grad assistant normally does them, but she's sick. Grading them is as boring as hell. Sit over at Sandy's desk and we'll split them up." I gave her the key to the answers and we started to work. Not only was it nice to have the help, it was very companionable to have her there, quietly working with me. Sometime later, Sandy came in downstairs and called out, "Where is everybody?" She admitted later that the thought that something wicked might be going on upstairs!

I called down, "We're in the study." and she soon joined us.

She came into the room, and in mock anger, said, "Well, look at this! I've been replaced. I come home and another woman has taken over my desk! A fine thing!" Her tone of voice was accusatory and she had a stern look on her face.

Responding in kind, I said, emphatically, "Well, I may just keep her. Unlike you, she is quiet, doesn't yell at me and is willing to grade my exams."

"Yeah, and she has bigger tits than I do!"

"Well, that certainly is a factor, but I wasn't going to mention it. They are really nice! Yeah, that's a good reason to keep her!"

Helen sat there completely nonplused. She had never been there when we began teasing like that and didn't know what to make of it. When Sandy said that about her tits, her face turned crimson and her mouth hung open in shock. Sandy, fortunately, saw her reaction immediately and reached down and hugged her, saying, "I'm sorry, honey, we tease like that all the time when we're alone! We say mean things because we know it's just fun. I just included you without thinking. I guess that means that you are part of the family."

Helen recover quickly, gasping out, "Well that's a relief! I didn't know what on earth was going on. Anyway, I don't think that Mack is going to replace you with me - but I do have bigger tits!"

"Yeah, that's why, when I came in, I half expected to find the two of you up here in bed after last night!"

That was the first time that our rather licentious activities of last night had been referred to - the traditional elephant in the room - and my eyes went immediately to Helen's face to see her reaction. It turned red as she again blushed in embarrassment, but surprising Sandy and me, and probably herself, she responded with, "We were too busy with these exams. Maybe later!"

Sandy and I were startled, not expecting her to join the teasing so promptly, but we broke out laughing and Sandy leaned over Helen's chair, hugged her again and kissed her, simply saying, "Yeah, maybe later."



Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 03



It's amazing how something so simple can have such a big impact. When some big relational change occurs – like going far beyond simple petting, as we had – it is bound to create tension. In our case, the issue was how Helen would come to terms with behavior at odds with what she had done and believed her whole adult life. We had assumed that she enjoyed this new intimacy, but demons enter people's minds overnight and "how did I do that" or "I've got to stop this before it goes too far" creep in. Her obvious acceptance, and embracing, of this new relationship, shown by that brief comment, was like a pin puncturing a balloon and the tension, like air, gushing out. From that time on, it was just a question of marking time until evening came.

The activities began with a seemingly innocuous statement from Sandy that, as usual, she would like to go into the Jacuzzi. That, of course was the signal that I was waiting for. I quickly put on my suit and went down to turn on the pump and remove the cover, leaving Sandy and Helen to join me when they were ready. I had almost come to the conclusion that they had changed their minds and weren't coming before they finally showed up. Sandy said that she was sorry that they took so long, but they had things to talk about. I left that alone, figuring that I would hear about it later if it mattered. Besides, they were wearing their robes and I was curious about whether Helen had worn her bra or, as I hoped, was she ready to be topless from the beginning. To my complete surprise, they removed their robes and stood there completely nude!

When the robes started to come off, my eyes went directly to Helen's tits, seeing my question answered as I saw them bare. Almost instantly, however, I realized that everything was bare! Looking at her nude body, as I said, my eyes went directly to those tits. I had seen them before, obviously, but seeing them now as part of her whole body, without even panties limiting the view, was very different. I didn't even get the feeling that they were out of proportion – Sandy's smaller breasts always had seemed to be perfect for the size of her body, but the considerably larger ones were equally fitting. That possibly was true because of the shape of Helen's tits – torpedoes sticking out from her chest rather than massive globes.

It was not only her tits, however, that grabbed the eye. She had a slim waist from which feminine hips flared out curved like a cello. Even with the attraction of her tits, the eye was drawn inexorably to the neat triangle of hair at the base of her stomach. I, of course, like most men, had focused almost solely on her breasts, but, suddenly, that curly mound of hair changed my thought patterns. Sandy and I had talked about me "getting into her," but that was probably mostly fantasy because it was so unlikely. Now, however, she was naked before me and her cunt was right there under the hair and between her legs. My hopes were high and my cock was hard!

Nothing was said about their nudity except that Sandy commented that I was overdressed compared to them. I, of course, promptly removed my pants although I was careful to keep my cock under the water for some reason. This time, rather than sitting beside me, Sandy and Helen sat facing me with, unfortunately, their tits, as well as their cunts, obviously, below the surface of the water. We sat close, but apart, with our feet and legs frequently in contact but there was no sexual contact at first. After about fifteen minutes of inconsequential conversation, Sandy, acting as mistress of ceremonies, got out, saying, "I'm going to get us some drinks. Mack, why don't you move over here with Helen? You're too far apart and it's hard to hear over the water." Laughing, "You'll both like it better anyway!" Clearly, that was planned because we certainly didn't need drinks right then, but, obviously, I was more than willing to obey her instructions. 

I moved over beside Helen and without hesitation, put my hand in her bare tit and began gently fondling it. I turned her sideways and, putting my other arm around her shoulders, drew her toward me and kissed her. She responded immediately, returning the kiss with real enthusiasm while pushing her tit toward my hand as I caressed and squeezed it.

I don't know how long that kissing and fondling went on, but I was so lost in it that I didn't even realize that Sandy had come back until I felt her arm cross mine from the other side as we both embraced Helen. Her hand joined mine as we began exploring Helen's body. I slid my hand down into her pussy hair and between her legs. She spread her legs, giving me plenty of room to feel her cunt. I ran my finger between the lips, penetrating her slightly. Before I could do more, I was shocked to feel Sandy's fingers joining mine. Even more shocking was to realize that she had replaced me in kissing Helen and that, obviously, Helen was responding to her as she had to me.

I pulled back a way and could see that Helen was massaging Sandy's breast while Sandy continued stroking Helen's cunt. It was quite apparent that two women who had never touched each other were well into it and what I had hoped, if I was lucky, to be a twosome had definitely become a threesome.

The kissing and mutual exploring continued, with both women fondling and being fondled. Suddenly something new was added – Sandy reached down and grasped my very hard cock and began stroking it. It goes without saying that I enjoyed the attention and I was disappointed when her hand withdrew. Suddenly, however, it was almost too much when I felt two hands on my cock at the same time. If it hadn't been for the buffeting of the bubbling water, I probably would have gone off when I realized that Helen had her hand on me. Fortunately, I managed to calm down enough to prevent a premature explosion and we continued the exploration of, now, all three of us.

Finally, Sandy pulled back and announced, "I getting waterlogged. Why don't we get out and move upstairs where we can be more comfortable?" Helen and I stood up and began to leave the Jacuzzi when Sandy continued, "Before we get out, there's something we need to take care of. Sit on the rim, Mack." I did so with my cock sticking out like a horn on a bull. I suddenly knew what she intended as she drew closer and took my cock in her hand. I realized that she intended to suck me off right in front of Helen!

Once again, I was barely able to restrain myself as her mouth enveloped my cock. Actually, I don't know how I did so: I sat there completely naked, my cock as rigid as a rod of steel with another woman who was extraordinarily sexy watching intently. Fortunately, Sandy had become an expert cock-sucker with her practice on me, as well as Frank, and she knew better than to begin too actively. She began to slowly work on me and I was able to dampen down my natural reaction. However, I was well aware of Helen and I watched her face as she, in turn, watched Sandy. She was staring intensely as Sandy's head bobbed up and down, her mouth partly open, her face blank, but it was not clear as to what was her reaction. It could have been shock, startlement, aversion, curiosity, desire – any or all or something else.

Abruptly, Sandy backed off, taking my cock out of her mouth. Instead of letting it drop, however, she held it in her hand and pointed it invitingly toward Helen. This time, Helen certainly was startled for, as we discovered later, she had never touched a cock with her lips, much less having one in her mouth. Placing her hand behind Helen's head and lightly pulling her forward, Sandy brought her mouth to my cock. Nothing happened for twenty or thirty seconds and, suddenly, Helen's mouth opened and my cock slid in.

She was awkward at first but, very quickly, she emulated what she and seen Sandy do and actually was sucking my cock – taking it in and, then, slowly pulling back out with light suction. Sandy took Helen's hand and put her fingers on my balls and instinctively she matched the rhythm of her sucking with her fondling of the balls. That was almost too much and Sandy recognized that I was about to come. Not wanting to risk me shooting into Helen's mouth, she gently pulled her away and began the more vigorous sucking and ball manipulation that quickly led me to explode in her own mouth.

With the remnants that remained in her mouth and some on her lips after swallowing, Sandy turned to Helen and kissed her, inevitably transferring some of the cum to her. Far from showing revulsion, Helen not only kissed back, but increased the intensity level. Briefly sated, I looked at the two women who had sucked my cock and now, to some degree, were sharing the cum. Immediately, my depleted cock began to revive and get ready for whatever came next! 

As we dried off and they put their robes on again, I was fascinated as I stared at their nude bodies, particularly from the rear. From that angle, I would have hard-pressed to tell them apart. They were the same height and virtually the same weight. More important, that cello shape I mentioned, applied to both of them. The same shoulder width, the same swell of the hips and the same shapely legs. From the front, of course, the tit-size immediately separated them, but other than that, they were the same. Helen had more pubic hair because she hadn't trimmed it to fit into a bikini as Sandy had, but the hair itself had the same color and the same curls.

I didn't have time to carefully study them closely, of course, but I doubt that many twin sisters were closer in their physical assets. Their differences were in personality with Sandy outgoing and sociable while Helen was shy with people and almost reclusive. They made a nice matched set!

In any case, with the two of them dressed in their robes and me with a towel around my middle – it seemed to be the right thing to do although modesty hardly seemed necessary after their work on my cock – and we went up to our bedroom. There was some not surprising nervousness and self-consciousness on Helen's part, hesitancy in removing her robe. Actually, we all felt that tentativeness for neither Sandy nor I had ever participated in what clearly now was a threesome. Still, shortly later, the three of us lay side by side on the bed with Helen in the middle. We were nude, of course, and Sandy and I began stroking and fondling Helen as we took turns kissing her and, occasionally reaching across to touch one another. Those amazing tits received a great deal of attention and the nipples were continually being kissed and sucked. 

Soon, however, my hands made their way down over Helen's stomach and into the triangle of curly hair and into the cunt that it guarded. Without prompting, her legs parted, permitting entrance to the cunt, itself. My fingers slid between the lips, finding that they already were well lubricated. My finger went into her to the second knuckle and I finger-fucked her, and she began undulating gently. I pulled back and concentrated on stroking and caressing her clit, getting a more vigorous response. At that point, I pulled back and moved down between her legs and, lifting them, I began licking between the lips, all the way from her clit to the perineum, while occasionally flicking my tongue over her asshole. As she began to move more rhythmically and powerfully, I concentrated on the clit.

From my position between her legs, I could see, over her pubic mound that she and Sandy were wrapped up in a deep, almost frantic kiss while their hands were almost mauling each other's tits. Suddenly, Helen almost went wild as her hips thrashed up and down and her crotch surged against my face, almost dislodging me as I licked her. That was the beginning of a monumental orgasm during which I could do nothing but push hard against her, giving the pressure she needed. All I could hear was "oh...oh...oh..." as she was completely lost in the throes of that orgasm. Finally, she just collapsed legs spraddled open, sated and exhausted.

She finally recovered enough to gasp out, "My god, I never felt anything like that! I...I've never had anything like that done to me!" It turned out that she had read about oral sex, and even knew the word cunnilingus, but had never experienced it – she and Richard never did anything like that. As we found out later, they rarely did anything! Regardless, in a very short time, she had committed felatio – at least the cock had been in her mouth – and she had had enjoyed cunnilingus.

While she continued her recovery, getting her breath and heartbeat under control, I moved to the other side of Sandy and began working on her more familiar body. It hardly needs to be said that she was already fired up and it took little time before she began those pre-orgasmic movements. However, there was one surprising thing as I was playing with her. Whatever hesitancy Helen had had about joining in was gone, for she was activity kissing and sucking Sandy's nipples and, most surprising, her fingers joined mine in working between Sandy's legs. As I licked Sandy's cunt and the climax came, Helen's hand gripped and pulled on her mound and clit, adding more pressure as she arched up and went off. She was totally inexperienced, but she learned fast. 

I lay there, satisfied and happy. Actually, I don't mean sexually satisfied because, while I had gone off when they sucked me at the Jacuzzi, my cock was hard and I anticipated sinking it into my wife as soon as Helen went to bed. However, I was really happy with the way the evening had gone. I has seen Helen naked, felt every part of her as well as working her to orgasm, even licking her cunt. She and Sandy had been very loving and intimate with each other, which was surprising and very interesting. Sandy had never expressed any real interest in other women and, from what she had said, neither had Helen. Everything pointed toward future threesomes with the clear possibility of fucking Helen sometime in the future.

So, as I said, I lay there, quite pleased with the situation. Then, I got the biggest surprise I had had since Sandy had walked into the house and confessed that she had been screwed in Frank's big old Roadmaster. We were lying side by side, one woman on each side of me, when she raised up and looked over my chest and quietly asked Helen, "Are you ready?"

Helen hesitantly answered, "I...I think so." She paused for a moment and continued, more assertively, "Yes... yes I am!"

I very quickly discovered that the discussion the two of them had had before coming down was far more than a simple conversation. Sandy had casually mentioned the idea of my "getting into" Helen, and our recent activities had made me assume that it was a real possibility, maybe even likely, that it might happen someday. However, I suddenly realized that "someday" had turned into right now.

I was totally shocked, for the idea had never occurred to me until Sandy whispered in my ear, "Fuck her, sweetheart, she's ready!"

Even with that message, I still couldn't believe what was happening until I heard Helen say, quietly, "Take me Mack! I love you and want you to have me."

As you would expect, that galvanized me and, without further hesitation, I moved between her open and spread legs which she had drawn up in welcome. As my cock approached her cunt, I was surprised that instead of waiting for me to find her hole, she reached down, grasped it and put right at the opening. I pushed in, finding her well lubricated, but unexpectedly tight. She had been married for three years and was willing and receptive, but very tight. Actually, this was the first cunt other than Sandy's that I was going into since high school, so I was not a real expert, but I quickly realized that I would have to work in slowly so as not to cause it to hurt as I stretched her. My cock is of average size, not one of those monsters men like to claim, but I had to think that Richard must be very small not to have widened her passageway.

I tried to be extra gentle and it was several minutes until I felt our pubic bones touch and my balls were against her ass. I was deep inside another woman and it felt wonderful as I began the actual fucking. I slid in and out of her, bottoming out with each plunge inward, moving more rapidly and harder as I felt her relax and respond. I never had had any great desire to fuck another woman, but this was something special since Helen already had become something more than just another woman.

As my excitement mounted, I was very aware that while, at first, she had really been accepting, not really participating, she was now fully engaged and was surging up at me as I pounded down into her. I was driving into her, twisting a bit to get the fullest contact. At the same time, she was writhing against me, seemingly trying to take me deeper into herself. Behind me, I was aware that Sandy was fondling and, as I moved faster, squeezing my balls. I felt my climax approaching and I suddenly erupted inside of her, grinding myself tight against her crotch as I ejaculated. At the same time, or maybe a little before, I felt her jerking up at me, welding herself against me as she reached orgasm. I flooded her with my cum, and she welcomed every drop.

We held together for what seemed a long time, but probably wasn't, and we slumped down, her legs splayed open and loose as I collapsed on her. As we recovered, I managed to slide off of her and found myself between the two women again. Sandy looked at me with a grin, "That seemed to work well! You apparently enjoyed having another woman. Maybe I should be jealous, after all!"

"Yeah, that was very good – and you set me up! If you're jealous, it's your own fault, so don't blame me. I can't believe this! What on earth happened?"

Before Sandy could respond, Helen recovered enough to say, "I have never felt anything like that! I thought what you did to me earlier was wonderful, but this was so much better! I guess I just never had a real orgasm before – I think that's what I just had. I was completely out of control and I just blew up! Oh, Mack, you're amazing. Sandy said that I would love it, but I had no idea! Sandy, darling, thank you so much!"

"I knew that you would like it if you could convince yourself to let go. Of course, I never doubted that my accomplished husband would be eager to...well as we talked about some time ago, 'get into you'!"

"He got into me all right, and, obviously, I loved it! You're generous and he's wonderful! My god, this is quite a night...I've done things I never had dreamed of doing and, most of all, I've been screwed! Ooh, I love you both!"

We continued talking for some time, all of us completely comfortable lying naked together. Finally, Helen said, "I think that I should go to bed. I'm tired and I think that you two wore me out. This has been an unbelievable night. Mack, Sandy and I talked about doing something, but I had no idea that we would go so far – actually, that I could go so far. For my entire adult life I have been fearful of becoming sexually intimate with a man – or a woman, for that matter. I've never done anything like this with Richard, but I loved it with you. It was a wonderful experience and...and...well I hope we do it again. Gods, I can't believe I said that – I do want to do it again. With Sandy's permission, of course!"

I, of course, assured her that I would be delighted to do it again – boy, is that a gross understatement – and Sandy emphatically said that she approved whatever we did. So, with several long, intimate kisses, the astounding evening was over. Well, not quite over, for I wanted to know just what caused these unbelievable developments. 

"Ok, tell me, how did we go from me hoping to see Helen braless in the Jacuzzi to complete sexual intimacy in a few hours. Last night I saw her naked except for her panties, but she said that that was as far as she was comfortable in going. Suddenly you're both naked in the Jacuzzi, you suck my cock and, even, she has it in her mouth. We go upstairs and I work on her. Even more surprising, you work on her! Then you tell me to fuck her! What the hell happened?" Here is how Sandy described the lead in to that incredible development.




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 03



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We were talking earlier today about last night and Helen seemed somewhat subdued. I finally asked her if something was wrong, for I was afraid the she was regretting going as far as she had. It turned out that her problem was just the opposite.

"I feel funny about something, dear. Somehow I'm afraid that I'm getting in too deep, and I don't want to cause problems. I've only known Mack for a relatively short time... and...and I find myself really attracted to him. He's the only man that I've ever met that I actually have let feel me – and, as you know, I really enjoyed it. I was supposed to stop him after a quick feel and I just didn't do it. Then, last night, as we planned, all I had on under my robe was a pair of panties. I expected to let my robe come open and just let him play with my tits. I told him I just wasn't comfortable being nude so I had to keep the panties on.

"As usual, he was a real gentleman and made no effort to change my mind. As he felt my tits, he ran his over my panties, but made no effort to go under them. I really enjoyed having his hands on me."

"Well. What's wrong, honey? That's exactly what we planned for you to do."

"Yes, but when he was feeling me, I think I liked it too much! He asked me to take off my robe and walk around with nothing but my panties and I did it. I suppose it's silly to talk about modesty in a circumstance like that, but I walked around like a model, sticking my tits out on display. I flaunted them, wanting to excite him. If he had asked me I would have removed the panties in an instance. I almost did it because I wanted to! I actually thought of him feeling my cunt – and the idea excited me! I honestly don't know how far I would have gone, but it scared me when I woke up this morning."

"For heaven's sake, Helen, what on earth scared you?"

"I've never felt that way about a man before. I'm afraid that I may...gods, this is hard to say...I may care too much for him and...and I'm married and he's your husband!"

"Look dear, I have no concern about you loving him unless it would cause you problems. Yes, he's my husband and, if you were anyone else, I would be upset. The truth is, there is no way that you could have done the things you've already done with Mack if you didn't love him right now! I know how that works from my own experience! Yes, of course you are married, and if being involved with Mack worries you, that is a different concern. No one is going to tell Richard anything and we've already been very discreet so that's not a real problem. On the other hand, if the problem is an issue of morality, that's a question that only you can answer. You think about it."

"No, I'm not concerned about Richard and I don't know how I feel about morality. Damn it, the problem really is that I'm on the way to committing adultery with your husband and I'm afraid of what it will do to our relationship. I may love Mack – I probably do – but I know that I love you and all I could think about when I woke up was problems I could cause!"

I looked at her with a real smile, saying, "I love you too, and I have absolutely no negative feeling about any of this. As soon as you let him feel your tit and just didn't stop him, I knew that you were on the road to being fucked! It was really a matter of time. Now, yesterday you said, 'Maybe later.' The only issue is whether or not 'later' is now – or tonight!"

"Oh, honey, you're amazing! You're so good to me! About tonight, I just don't know...maybe. If you really are ok with it, I may be ready."

We left it at that until we were getting ready to go into the Jacuzzi tonight. While you were waiting for us down there, we were discussing the whole issue again. She wanted to be absolutely sure that I was ok with it and I had a peculiar feeling of deja vu, because I remember agonizing as to whether or not you really didn't mind me having sex with Frank. It took a while to convince her that whatever she wanted was fine with me.

I knew that you were waiting and wondering what was going on, so I made a decision. "Ok, you wanted your panties off last night, so, we'll go down to the Jacuzzi without them. We'll both be naked under our robes, we'll take the robes off and be naked with Mack, and you can decide if the question of being fucked arises. Is that ok?"

"Yes. I think that this may be 'later!' We'll see!"

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"So, when we came downstairs I had no idea as to how she was going to react. I was pretty sure that you were going to get her, but I wasn't certain that it would be tonight. Actually, I was surprised at how she reacted when you started to work on her once we got upstairs. She really hasn't said much, but I'm convinced that she and Richard have done nothing beyond the basics. Obviously, he has never done the things that you did to her, particularly using your tongue. I'm going to invite her to come down and stay with me when you're in Boston and I'll try to find out more."

Sandy was referring to the annual Northeast Political Science Association Conference, which normally runs three days in the middle of November, and was in Boston that year, and I planned to attend. "I think that you're right about her lack of experience. There's something else, too. Did you notice how slowly I started fucking her? She actually took my cock and placed it at her cunt hole – which surprised me a bit – and I was prepared to slide right into her. When we're screwing you're always wet and open and I plunge right in, and I expected to do the same with her. She was plenty wet, but she was as tight as a virgin. Now, I haven't been in a virgin for many, many years, and..."

"Hold it! It wasn't that long ago, wise guy!"

"Long enough! Anyway, I had to slowly work into her to open her up. She's been married for over three years, and it was work to get into her! All I can think is that Richard must have a very thin cock! Whatever, once I was in, everything was fine. I was able to speed up and she certainly matched me. She was hot! Damn, that felt good!"

"I could tell! She might have been hesitant at first, but she really went wild. Of course, I haven't watched a whole lot of fucking – just what I saw that week on the beach which wasn't much. I've seen the videos of Frank and me, but I don't think that I ever blew up like she did tonight. You too, for that matter!"

"Well, I've never fucked 'another' woman before, a married woman at that, and, obviously, there is something about human nature that makes doing something illicit more exciting than normal behavior. Anyway, don't underestimate the way you and Frank behaved. Those first times on that car seat were pretty violent!"

"I guess you're right. It's different doing it or watching a recording as compared to lying beside two people who are fucking for the first time. I imagine you'll be less fired up the next time! She said that she wants more! I'm not surprised that she feels that way, but I didn't expect her to say it."

"That brings up something else, Sandy. How are you with all of this? This is so far beyond anything we've even thought of doing and what you would be able to accept. I know we talked a little bit about you not being upset about Helen – not being as jealous – as opposed to anyone else, but, now, I've actually fucked her. Are you ok with all of this and more in the future? If you have any qualms, we had better slow this down till you really know how you feel."

"I know what you mean, honey, and I'm shocked at myself. I have absolutely no qualms. I really enjoyed being there and watching you two last night. I really felt that I was a part of it and I liked it. Actually, I really was a part of it, a small part. When you were in her, I loved playing with your balls and I deliberately let my fingers go underneath and feel her cunt and your cock as you were going in and out of her. No qualms at all! But, there's something else too, but it really has nothing to do with Helen – or maybe it does.

"I know that this is silly, but every now and then I've felt a pang of guilt about being jealous about you and another woman, any woman. Helen said that you were generous and she was more right than she knew. You had no hesitancy in permitting, even helping me have a real affair with Frank. I did just about everything that a person could do sexually with another person, even having what amounted to a honeymoon with him. Yet, every time you teasingly suggested you having sex with anyone, I teased back saying that there would be no coed, etc. I said it in a teasing manner, but we both knew that I meant it.

"Unfortunately, I still feel that way with anyone but Helen! I've told you this before, and I don't understand it, but I'm really happy that you have her. I don't feel threatened by her in any way. So, in addition to the pleasure you're, actually we're, having with her, that little bit of guilt is gone. It was silly all along, but once in a while I would wonder how I would handle it if, sometime, another woman actually appealed to you enough to want to do something with her. Now I know – as long as it is Helen."

"Well, feeling guilty certainly was silly, but it's what I would expect from someone who tends to find something totally unlikely to occur and worry about it. Helen, for some reason I don't understand either, is different. I have young and older women, married and unmarried, around me all the time, but aside from a normal appreciation of the female anatomy, I've never even thought of doing anything. With Helen, it started with her tits. Of course, I wanted to see and, maybe, feel them, but that was mostly curiosity. Now it's a great deal more than that – like a diluted feeling of what have I have for you. I don't know where this is going, but I like it – and I love you!"

We continued talking for some time and woke up very tired and we both had classes which I'm certain didn't get the attention they deserved. Sandy got home ahead of me and she and Helen discussed the previous night's activities. Helen, briefly, expressed her fears (which reappeared during the night hours, that they might have gone too far, but that concern vanished very quickly. Helen, evidently, enjoyed everything we had done, even admitting, shyly, what they had done to each other. Her only hang up seemed to be the word "adultery." She had had a rather conservative upbringing with her mother, seemingly, more concerned with that sin more than any other. Early training leaves its mark, but Sandy tried to alleviate her slight feeling of guilt – which were not going to inhibit her actions when we were together that night.

Trying to make her point, she said, "Look, honey, Mack and I had this discussion about adultery two years ago and he made me feel better when he insisted that if you were doing something that both parties wanted and no one was being hurt, it couldn't be too serious a sin – if it was one at all. Oh, of course, that can be considered nothing more than a rationalization, but it worked for us. I haven't felt any guilt since then."

Apparently, at that point Helen realized what Sandy was implying – that she had committed adultery herself. She looked at Sandy, her eyes wide, clearly startled with that admission. "Do you mean that...that...you committed adultery? That Mack didn't mind?"

Sandy replied with a sly grin, "Let's not go into that now! If you come here next week, we'll have three days to talk about everything!"

"Well, I'm damn sure going to be here! Talk about a tease!"

When I came in later that afternoon, I was greeted by two women with kisses and one of then, Helen, whispered, "I love you," as she pulled away. I could get used to coming home to that!

I slumped down on the couch and commented, "I'm pooped! That was a long day after a busy night without a whole lot of sleep!"

Sandy responded, "Well, you had better go up and take a nap. You're going to have another busy night. You have two women to satisfy tonight and that's going to require a lot of satisfying."

"Yeah, Mack, you ravished me last night – I've never been ravished before, but I love the word – but I'll be prepared for you tonight! I need more of that!"

"See what you've done? You've got the poor woman all fired up and you left her alone here all day! She needed the 'hair of the dog,' or whatever the equivalent phrase would be for a sexual hangover, and you weren't here to do your duty."

"Damn, I was happy with one cunt to take care of. Now I have two and I'm not sure that I'm up to it. I'm going up and take that nap you mentioned!" 

There was a funny atmosphere as we had dinner and, afterwards, relaxed in the living room. It was a time of anticipation, a time before something good was going to happen. We all knew that we were going to have sex, but there was no need to hurry. We all knew what we were going to do, but nobody mentioned it. It was a very pleasant time. We were eager to start, but we enjoyed sitting there, savoring the moment and postponing gratification. In many situations, that time of anticipation is better than the event itself. You can't wait for a game to start – you sit there eagerly waiting for the kickoff – and the game stinks. For a week you look at an intriguing package under the tree, happily speculating and hoping – and it's a big letdown when it's opened. We had no fear of that in this situation.

There was no doubt that the most significant part of our evening would be sex between Helen and me, with, to some degree, Sandy playing a lesser role, so we waited for her to start the show. As she told me in our late night conversation, she actually enjoyed being the director, putting Helen and me together, and, while joining in herself, making us the center of the action. "This is something you two have never done before. You fucking another woman and she having another man! I've had that delightful, wicked experience and I want you both to have it and enjoy it and each other. I can't believe how she has changed in such a short time – actually saying that she wants to do it again!"

So, in her role of facilitator, she ended our tantalizing period of anticipation by asking, "Do you want to go in the water?" That, of course, is what we were waiting for and, shortly, the three of us were in the Jacuzzi, sans suits, of course, and our hands were roving over each of the other two. My biggest surprise was that when I slid my hand down to Sandy's cunt, Helen's fingers were already there! Also, when we had enough of the preliminary action and I was getting out with a projecting cock, Sandy declared, "No sucking right now! You have two cunts that need to be filled! Our mouths can come later!" Helen vigorously nodded her head, obviously agreeing without speaking!

It's surprising, in a way, how things can change so swiftly. Just yesterday, I had been completely surprised at the nudity in the Jacuzzi and, of course, the sucking. I honestly had expected no more than playing around in bed with Helen. I never even thought that fucking her was a possibility, and I was pleased and excited about having her naked with Sandy and me. Obviously, I wasn't aware of the pact that Sandy and Helen had made. Actually, neither of them was certain about what would happen when Helen was faced with a "yes" or "no" decision. To my happy surprise, it was "yes" and we went from there. 

Today, all doubts were gone. We walked into the bedroom, all knowing full well what was planned – no hesitancy or reluctance, no soul searching on Helen's part. She lay on the bed with Sandy on one side and me on the other, much as we had yesterday. Our hands were all over her with both tits being fondled and squeezed, their nipples being kissed and sucked. Whatever nervousness or tentativeness Sandy originally had about sexual contact with another woman had vanished completely and she was as aggressive as I. Her hand went, quickly, through Helen's hair and to her clit and began rubbing it. Soon, both our hands were there, complementing each other and causing Helen to begin moving in arousal. 

I moved down between her legs, she raised and spread them, and I began licking and fingering her as I had done the night before. Once again, she and Sandy were kissing avidly while Sandy cupped and fondled those large firm tits. Lubrication was literally flowing out of her, making it easy to insert my finger and finger fuck her cunt and ass. Unlike yesterday, however, when she began undulating in excitement I didn't continue until she had an orgasm. Instead, I moved higher on her, placing my cock against her crotch. Once again, she showed her acceptance by using her hand to direct me into herself. There was no question from Sandy about being ready, no hesitant answer "yes" to the question. Physical desire was rampant and mental reservations – i.e. thoughts of adultery – were lost in the pleasure of the moment. 

That pleasure was made evident by the way she reacted to my cock entering her. She was still tight, but rather than passively lying there while I worked to penetrate her, as she had yesterday, she was actively pushing upward against me, helping me get in. Much more quickly our crotches were tight against each other, our pubic bones touching. I deliberately stayed there for a moment, grinding against her, feeling my entire cock buried in her. Then, of course, the in and out process began, the plunging and withdrawals becoming faster and more powerful as our mutual arousal grew. It was mutual, for as I drove in, I was met up an upward surge from Helen's hips, prolonging the contact. As we approached climax, we ground and twisted against each other, finally welding ourselves together, each, seemingly, trying to merge cock and cunt into one. Our orgasms were at the same time or close enough that it seemed so, and after a brief period of wedging ourselves together, we collapsed, her legs flopping down, still widespread with me lying flat between them on her.

We lay there for some time, recovering before it was Sandy's turn. Helen's hands joined mine in caressing her body. We each fondled her tits and sucked on her nipples while alternately kissing her lips. Like Sandy, Helen showed absolutely no hesitancy in any of this, and when I moved down between Sandy's legs, her fingers were already there, playing with the clit and, even, between the lips. I began using my tongue from clit to asshole as well as finger fucking both cunt and ass. It didn't take long for Sandy to start moving in excitement, so I rose up and, with her guiding hand, entered her and we began fucking. I had recovered pretty quickly from coming in Helen – actually, I never completely lost my erection – and the process was just as vigorous as it had been with her. It wasn't long before the same rapid pumping in and out, the same twisting and grinding, caused us to reach orgasm, followed by a long period in which the three of us lay quietly, recovering and quietly talking.

The fondling and feeling continued, however, and with two hands from two different women playing with my cock and balls, hardness returned. Shockingly, it was Helen who moved down and, without prompting, took my cock into her mouth and completed the revival. It still had a combination of my cum and Sandy's emissions on it, but she never hesitated. Knowing what she was tasting helped revive me, I think, and she was soon rewarded by being fucked for the second time that night! It was a fitting end of an amazing evening.

When she left the following morning, there was no question that our relation had irrevocably changed. I don't know if you would call it a three-way love affair, but that probably was as good a description as any. The affection clearly was there and, without question, we had gone well past any question about three-way sex. The kissing goodbye was far from the pro forma quickies commonly exchanged among friends and the expressions of love exchanged clearly were sincerely meant. The only question remaining was whether the three-way sex would become two-way, i.e., female to female. That would be answered next week.



Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 04



The time passed, and on Thursday afternoon, I was off for the conference in Boston, giving Sandy and Helen three days just to be alone, the first time that that had happened since their junior year abroad in Spain. Then they were young college students, now they were settled married women. Time had passed and many things had changed and now they had three days to deepen the ties that bound them together then. It was ironic that one year previously I had gone to the same conference giving Sandy and Frank three days to deepen their relationship by spending the night together rather than screwing on the car seat or on a desk.

Helen arrived the day I left and things worked out beautifully. They talked incessantly, bringing each other up to date. One day Sandy took Helen to her office and introduced her "twin sister" to the faculty and staff. They went shopping, ate out – and talked...and talked...and talked! Of course, they did other, more interesting things, too, but even those things began with talking, first about Sandy's hint that she was as sinful as Helen, herself.

"Now, I've been eaten up by curiosity ever since I was here last week. I had a funny feeling about...well, committing adultery with Mack, and you hinted that you had done it, too. First, I find it hard to believe that you would do that, particularly with you're married to a man like Mack. I have a feeling that you said that just to keep me from worrying. Wait, before you say anything, I want to tell you that I have absolutely no regret about letting Mack feel my tits and no regrets about stripping down to just my panties and, then, to nothing. In fact, I enjoyed it very much. Unbelievably, I don't even have any problem with having his cock in my mouth despite always thinking that doing things like that was depraved, at best. Even more, as you know, I really enjoyed having him licking my pussy – although, I'm still a bit embarrassed when I think of it! I literally never dreamed that I would ever be in that position!

"But letting him screw me is still something much more significant. Anyway I look at it, it is adultery! And despite not being particularly religious I've always considered that to be a sin! Even worse, I loved every second of it – my best friend, my sister's husband, right in front of her, and I'll do it again! I have no real reason to feel guilty because of my husband, with the things he's done, but I do! I've always have considered myself to be above doing things like that – basically 'pure' – but apparently my 'virtue' was more the result of a phobia about aggressive males than any basic rectitude. The first time a really attractive man who tries me with respect and tenderness ends up fucking me...my god, that's the first time I've ever said that word...but it's just what happened...yes, fucking me! And I had the first real orgasm I've ever had in my life!

"So, that's my situation. I have no real regrets, even committing adultery. I love you, I love Mack and I loved having sex with him...and with you." She really blushed and looked away when she made that last comment and hurried past it to say, "Ok, now it's your turn! Tell me how, with a wonderful, loving husband like Mack, you 'strayed,' as the romance novels usually describe it!"

"Well, honey, I don't want to disillusion you, but I am no paragon of virtue. You and I were the same when we were in Spain – both 20 year old virgins with no real experience. Mack took care of my virginity not long after I got back to the U.S., but since we were married not too long afterwards, I guess I was still virtuous. I stayed that way until I was a PhD student in Spanish and Mack was a political science professor. About two years ago. The grad students were a close-knit group that had parties – very tame in which we sat around talking about courses, literature, grammar, etc. Mack usually drove me to the party and one of the fellows drove me, and others, home afterwards.

"One of the guys was Frank Jackson, an older, like me, PhD candidate. We were sitting on a crowded couch at an end of the semester, pre-Christmas, party with his arm on the back. As I moved closer because of the others needing seats, his arm fell over my shoulder and his hand landed on my breast. I was braless as I usually was in the evening. I sort of froze, not knowing just how to react, for no one had ever done like that before. Obviously I should have pulled away immediately, as you certainly would have done, but I didn't. I liked him, it was a new experience and it felt good!

"Anyway, when it was time to leave, he was ready to drive people home and, fortuitously, no one else was going then, so he drove me home alone. He kissed me good night, I responded and...well, I ended up being screwed on the front seat of his old Buick Roadmaster. Actually, I was seduced, but I loved it. Then, I had to come in and face the music and tell Mack what had happened. I described everything, including that I probably could have stopped him from taking me, but that I had been carried away. I admitted that I was a party to it and he hadn't forced me at all.

"To my very happy surprise, Mack never made a word of criticism nor blame. He was completely understanding and never said anything about forgiving me because he saw nothing to forgive. Honey, he couldn't have been more understanding and supportive. I assumed that it was a one-time thing, but Mack warned me that Frank might want more and told me to do what I wanted. The next party was before the next semester started and I didn't know what I wanted, but I guess I gave my feelings away by wearing my diaphragm. That time was clearly consensual and I began an affair that lasted for over a year and a half. Mack continued to support me and never had any jealousy or any doubt that it was just a fun affair – which it certainly was!"

"My god, Sandy, I don't believe it!"

"Do you think I'm awful?"

"No, but I couldn't possibly have done that because I would have panicked and probably have made a scene at that first party. You know how I reacted to any man making a pass at me. And, after the way I've succumbed to Mack so easily, I'm hardly in a position to criticize you for getting carried away like that. The hardest thing to believe is that Mack could be so generous and supportive. He's a saint!"

"That's funny! Frank and I were invited to share a beach house with three other couples although they didn't know that we were lovers at first. Frank and I openly slept together and when I quietly told the girls that Mack knew and loved me enough to look the other way, they called him a saint! That was a wonderful week near Virginia Beach. Then, at the end of the semester and Frank was leaving for a job, we spent three days together on the Cape."

"Wow, you really did have an experience. It certainly sounds like more than just a casual affair!"

"Much more. It was a love affair and Frank and I loved each other. In fact, the only problem, and Mack predicted this, was that Frank really was 'in love' with me and he said so when we were on the Cape. But he accepted the reality that he could never replace Mack in my affection."

"Do you still hear from him?"

"Oh my, yes! He's in Maine, but our affair really isn't over. I hope this doesn't shock you even more, but he was here last month and we got together. In addition, we expect to meet at the MLA Conference and other professional gatherings. It's fun for both of us. Now, maybe I'm just rationalizing, but I have absolutely no guilt because I can't see how anyone is being hurt – certainly not Mack! He's hardly a betrayed husband! That's what I mean, as I said last week; no one was hurt so I feel no guilt even if it was adultery! Damn, I'm probably saying too much, maybe more than you want to know, but Frank knows that Mack knows and vice-versa, but the few times they meet, they act as if neither knows. I've even slept with Frank down in the mother suite. It's no secret, but we act as if it were. It works because of Mack. Mack certainly is not a saint for if he were, he wouldn't have fucked ...yes, fucked...you last week! Still, when I list these things that I've done, it sounds pretty depraved. "

"This is weird and a bit embarrassing. If you had told me about your affair a month ago, I undoubtedly would have been shocked and, I'm sure, critical – at least in my mind. If you had told me two weeks ago that I would have had Mack's cock in my mouth, that I would be naked as he licked my pussy and that, afterwards, he would fuck me, two nights in a row, I would have said that you must be insane. And if any of that had occurred, I would expect to be devastated by guilt! Yet here I am with, at most, a sliver of guilt. It's embarrassing to find that my morals are so flexible! Rationalization or not, I think you are right when you think about who, if anybody, is being hurt. Mack certainly wasn't hurt and, obviously, you don't feel hurt by your husband screwing me. The only other person is Richard and, well, things balance out."

"Ok, you know my sins and I know yours. Now that the heavy stuff is over, why don't we go down and relax in the Jacuzzi?"

"Shall we wear suits?"

"After last week, I think that would be superfluous and not as much fun!"

The two of them went down, took off their robes and, completely nude, climbed into the Jacuzzi. They sat facing each other and, for fifteen minutes or so, talking of various inconsequential things. The conversation ended and, for a short time, they looked at each other over the water. Finally, rather hesitantly, Sandy shifted across and sat next to Helen. The hesitancy vanished as the two women embraced each other and kissed, the kiss becoming more passionate as it continued. Their hands roved over each other, cupping and fondling breasts. At last, Sandy pulled back and said, "We've been here long enough. Let's go upstairs where it's more comfortable."

A few minutes later they made their way upstairs into our bedroom, and, a very short time afterwards, they lay, nude, beside each other on the bed. She leaned up on her elbow and looked lovingly at Helen and lightly kissed her nipples before caressing her breasts. "It's funny. As I told you, there were many times in Spain that I felt a real urge to feel these, but it was just to see how firm they were. I never had any thought of sex in mind, just curiosity?"

"And I wouldn't have minded at all and I never would have had any negative thoughts about your intentions!"

"Damn, we were innocent! A week ago my only thought was getting Mack a chance to see and feel them. Now I want to see and feel them for myself!" Running her hand down Helen's torso, she lightly ran her fingers through the curly pubic hair to the clit, adding, "even more unbelievable, I want to play with this and make you feel good."

Helen put her arms around Sandy, saying, I don't believe it either – here I am opening my legs so you can touch me, and I want to do the same to you. Gods, have we become lesbians. I certainly love you now in a different way from how I loved you before!"

"No, we're not lesbians because we still want Mack to fuck us! One thing is sure, however, we are bisexual as far as each other is concerned." They proceeded to prove it!

As Sandy told me later, "We made love. We didn't just have sex, we made love. We kissed and fondled and stroked each other. We played with each other's clits and finger-fucked each other. We each gave the other a tremendous orgasm. We didn't go down on each other that first night, but we knew that we would later – and we did! It was just a wonderful, very satisfying first evening and we slept together in our bed all night!"

Unfortunately, the second evening didn't start out as well. Everything was fine until Sandy casually commented, "Mack and I put off having a baby until I got my degree. Well, I have the degree and we decided that the time has come. I went off the pill last month and we plan to try to get me pregnant in December or January. That way, I'll be able to teach the rest of the year without any problem and I've already arranged a leave for the first semester of next year!" Pausing, she added, laughing, "Now we'll have to work on getting me pregnant – tough 'work!'"

Helen said the right things, congratulating her on the plan, but Sandy could see that something about her response was not right, particularly since her words didn't match the expression on her face. Actually, for a moment her face appeared to almost crumble. Sandy immediately asked, "Is something wrong, honey? Something bothering you?"

"Oh, damn it, I didn't want to get into this, but I guess I need to talk about it with someone. But I didn't want to burden you with it. Richard and I are having a real problem. No actually, I have a problem. Just after we were married, we talked about starting a family, but he said, 'Let's wait a while. It would be better when we can settle down long term. You know that I have been thinking about resigning from the service, probably in a year or so, and getting a job with a civilian airline, so things would be more stable then.' That sounded reasonable, so we postponed trying. It's been a year now since he left the service and, now we've been here for almost six months and nothing's happened."

"Well, that's not what you want, but a year isn't that unusual. I suppose that you could see a doctor to make sure that you have no physical problems, but you need to relax and not worry."

That's not the problem – it's Richard! He acts as if he wants children, but I don't believe him anymore! We've never had much sex. Well, practically none. The truth is that, as you know, he first attracted me because he wasn't staring at my tits. Damn it, you know that I'm hypersensitive about that, probably overly sensitive, and see threats where they don't exist, but he was very nice and treated me like a regular woman – which I am! It was nice to just be with a man who was polite, friendly and a gentleman. It turns out, that part of my appeal to him was that I wasn't interested in a macho man who wanted sex all the time. It seemed that we were a perfect fit. Neither of us wanted what the other person didn't want. So, we were able to enjoy each other and we were both well satisfied.

"I didn't say anything about this before, but ours was a loving but sexless marriage. I met Richard when he and several other pilots were taking a short course created to widen their language fluently. His was Japanese, but we met at a social hour. As I told you, I was taken by his lack of interest in my tits. Actually, I had them concealed by a heavy shirt as I usually did, but, as I said, I'm hypersensitive. Anyway, we started talking and I liked him immediately. We started dating and it was very pleasant. I was very comfortable with him; we liked the same things and just were very compatible. We dated for almost a year and sex was never an issue – neither of us was interested. When he was posted to Okinawa, he asked me to marry him and I said yes immediately.

"We had a quick wedding by a chaplain and we were off to married life. Our first problem came on our wedding night when we prepared for the expected consummation and nothing worked. I was naked with a man for the first time, seeing my first cock and being seen myself. Unfortunately, the cock was only half-hard and couldn't get into to me very far. If my hymen had been intact, he couldn't have gotten in far enough to break it. I even used my fingers to try to help get it in, but it just wouldn't work. Surprisingly, neither of us was upset and we actually laughed as I tried to stuff it in.

"We tried several times after that with the same result. It would get hard on other occasions, certainly the early-morning erection that men get." Laughing, she went on, "We actually tried to get it in one morning just to see what would happen, but the pressure of his bladder was too much. Anyway – and this would shock most people, particularly men – none of this bothered us. Sex just wasn't important to us. The truth is, if consummation of a marriage requires the man to penetrate the woman and ejaculate inside of her, ours was never consummated! I know that this will sound ridiculous, but he never came inside of me! 

"Still, as I said, this was a loving marriage. We loved being together, talking together, traveling together. Every leave we toured the island. One time we flew to Tokyo where he impressed me with his Japanese. Another time we went to Hong Kong. It was a fun time. We liked most of the same things and our social life in the military environment was fine and I had a nice circle of friends among the wives. When we left the service, however, things changed. I immediately brought up the question of getting pregnant and Richard agreed. However, you can't get pregnant without intercourse, and that just hasn't worked out. He wanted to wait until he was qualified to fly commercial planes so we could settle down. He took some flights as a third officer and it was decided that he mostly would fly out of Kennedy, so, happily, we were able to settle down here. But, still nothing.

"I made up a schedule each month of when I was most fertile, but, inevitability, those days Richard was gone. I became suspicious that he was putting in for layover flights to avoid being home. Twice I deliberately marked the calendar wrong and, of course, he was overseas on the days he thought I was fertile! Therefore, he was home at the right times and I instigated sex – which was hard for me to do – but he wasn't interested and when we did try to do something, he couldn't get hard! After the third failure I was furious! I know that men can have problems that way, but, damn it, I knew that he was fucking someone else! He still had the same habit of carrying condoms in an inside suit pocket or in his suitcase, and he was using them. As I told you, the attendants obviously had tits and cunts like the groupies and, obviously, he was using them. Not being able to perform is something I could accept, but wasting it on someone else when I wanted a baby was too much.

"I don't know if you saw any tension between us when we were both here last week, but I had blown up with him just before we came to visit you. One of the wives in our group on Okinawa had used artificial insemination to get pregnant and I threatened Richard with that. I actually got a pamphlet about it. I showed it to him and said that I might see about it since we were having no success, expecting him to voluntarily not screw his 'friend,' whatever she might be called, and be ready for me the next time. Instead, there was no change and when I showed him the pamphlet again, he actually said, 'You know, that might be a good idea since I can't seem to get an erection.'

"That infuriated me. He never mentioned trying Viagra, or seeing a doctor or anything! The thing is, I could well believe that he has an erection problem because he never has been hard enough to get deeply into me. When Mack fucked me, I was practically a virgin. But, in this case it was obvious that he was lying about his problem and fucking someone else instead of me. I began to wonder if he just didn't want to have kids, but, apparently, that's not it since artificial insemination is acceptable. I just don't know what's going on and I'm angry, hurt, worried, and I don't know what else. Is he wrapped up in an affair with another woman, not just playing around? Will he want to leave me for her? But, if so, why would he almost urge me to have artificial insemination? Of course, he probably doesn't believe I would do that, anyway. Gods, I don't know!"

"Oh my, honey, I had no idea. Well, of course I didn't. Actually, Mack did say something about the two of you being sort of edgy, but I didn't notice anything in particular. This is awful and it certainly is, well, to put it mildly, unfair of Richard. I can't believe that any man, if he's physically able, wouldn't do everything possible to get into you enough to get you pregnant. Of course, we hear of the husbands of beautiful movie stars having affairs with women who are not nearly as attractive as their wives. But you said that he was never particularly hard, even when you were just married?"




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 04



"No – this is a weird conversation and I certainly couldn't have it with anyone else – but, to be honest and explicit, as I said before, if my hymen had been intact, I doubt that he was in far enough to break it. Honestly, I don't think that either of us really cared. Mack was the first man to really penetrate me. I honestly wasn't even aware of how little Richard and I had done until Mack worked his cock all the way into me. That really was the first time that I really had sex! In reality, that was when I lost my virginity, not with Richard – I never thought of it that way until just now! That's weird!"

"That really is weird! What are you going to do?"

"I just don't know. I still love Richard. He's kind and considerate in everything else, has a good sense of humor, and is interesting – just not interested in sex with me. If he actually had a physical problem, I could work with it and him and not complain. Limited sex was part of our tacit agreement. But, he's fucking someone else with regularity and he can't get hard enough to get his cock into me – that hurts, even leaving out the issue of impregnating me! Damn, I don't know! Anyway, I'm sorry to bring all this up when you're telling me your good news about your decision."

"My heavens, honey, don't worry about that! I'm just glad to be here to let you let it out! Everybody needs someone to understand and support them. Whatever I can do to help I will do!"

"Thank you, dear! I feel better just telling you about it. Thank heavens we moved here to live. I would have been completely alone anywhere else and, instead, I have you and Mack and I love you both! As far as Richard is concerned, I'm going to give him one more chance. A test. I'm going to clearly mark the calendar this month so that there is no question as to when I'm fertile. I'll make it very prominent. If he deliberately avoids being home at that time, I'll have some serious decisions to make! 

It took a while for them to recover the light-hearted feeling that had preceded Helen's description of her unfortunate relationship with Richard. That was finally accomplished by going down to the Jacuzzi and lying back, relaxing in the soothing water. The tension faded as they talked of other, more pleasant things. After a while, it was, surprisingly, Helen who moved over beside Sandy, leaned over to her and kissed her. "Thank you for being so understanding and caring, dear. I can't believe how lucky I am to have a friend like you! No, friend is not enough. I'll add sister and lover to it!"

"We're both very lucky, honey. Meeting in New York all those years ago, having that year together and, now, being together again – well, we won the lottery! What do you say that we go upstairs and show how much we love each other?"

The third night was the one on which their sexual intimacy was finally complete. Rather than going out, they ordered a pizza and ate while reminiscing about the fun they had had in Spain. They had gone over most of that before, but it was fun to sit there reliving events they had shared in the past and avoid discussions about complications in the present and, possibly, the future. Sitting there alone, close together on the couch, they began talking about their feeling for each other and their recent intimacy. That led, inevitably, to hugging and kissing which became more passionate by the minute. Finally, Sandy broke away and, grinning, asked, "Do you want to go into the water? I think that it would feel good right now! Cool us off and warm us up at the same time. We have all night for other things!"

"Yeah, that might be a good idea. I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I'm really looking forward to being very hot later, so the Jacuzzi would be a good start."

It was a very peculiar feeling for both of them. They had lived together for a year, seen each other in every stage of dress and undress, including completely nude, and sexual thoughts never had entered their heads. Now, they were very aware of each other's body and very conscious of their own nudity as the got into the hot water. This time there was nothing of the hesitant sitting apart. They sat in the same seat and immediately returned to the kissing, but this time the hugging was replaced by hands roaming across tits and, shortly, cunts. There was nothing frantic or urgent about any of this, merely a caressing and loving as a prelude to what they knew was coming. 

While their sexual intimacy the last two days had been something of a surprise to them, even after their experience in the threesome with Mack, they now accepted that part of their relationship without hesitancy or even a feeling that they were doing something the least bit questionable. It was still new enough to seem somewhat daring, but any negative implications of lesbianism, which were few to begin with, had vanished. The newness would wear off with time, but now everything was an adventure. So when Sandy asked Helen if she had enough water and was ready to go up, the answer was obvious.

They came into the bedroom and took off their robes, but instead of lying down on the bed, they paused, both having the same feeling but not knowing how to express it. After a few moments, Sandy finally asked, "Should we shower first?" The implication was clear that everything should be very clean the first time we do this.

Helen smiled, accepting and agreeing with the implication, said, "I think that would be a very good idea." And then, adding slyly, "I don't want to taste like a Jacuzzi!" They both giggled like school girls at that and they proceeded to shower together, carefully washing each other, leaving no question that all parts were ready for intimate contact.

They lay together, quietly talking as they lightly ran their hands over each other, caressing breasts and gradually letting their fingers run through curly hair and explore clits and well lubricated cunt lips. It's funny how the same words have different levels of meaning. Saying "I love you" to a close friend, "I love you" to a sister, are the same words as, "I love you" to another woman with whom you are prepared to have sex, but the connotation is different in each. In this case, when Sandy whispered "I love you" to Helen, it included all three – friend, sister and lover.

She moved downward and kissed and sucked both nipples while her hand ran lightly over the skin of Helen's abdomen and into the curly pubic hair. She proceeded to kiss gently, gradually lower, until her lips encounter that hair while her fingers stroked Helen's clit. The trip downward was unhurried, taking several minutes, before she pulled away and moved to the end of the bed.

Nothing was said, but Helen, without hesitation, raised and parted her legs, welcoming Sandy between them. For the first time in her life, Sandy saw another woman's cunt displayed before her eyes. It was very neat, the lips even and pulled back, exposing the inner lips and the hole itself, a circular opening, deep red, going up into her body. Sandy stared intently for a minute, fascinated by that most intimate part of Helen's body. Then, she ran her hands up and down Helen's inner thighs, her fingers coming together at the junction of those thighs – at her cunt.

Her fingers stroked down over the lips and, then, between them. Finally, she took the big step and lowered her head down and lightly kissed the clit. She flicked her tongue over it and then licked between the lips, tasting a cunt for the first time. If she had had any qualms about whether doing so would bother her, the answer clearly was no. If anything, she actually enjoyed the feeling of her tongue sliding between the well lubricated lips and delving into the hole.

After the initial exploration, Sandy concentrated on doing those things that Mack (and Frank) had done that had pleasured her. Helen obviously was enjoying her ministrations as she began writhing around and pushing her cunt up toward the licking tongue. Sandy began going from the bottom of the lips and stroking upwards, finishing each stroke at the clit. As she went back down, her tongue contacted the perineum as she licked between the lips, causing Helen to move more vigorously and Sandy recalled how it had felt to herself. The next time down, she grasped Helen's thighs behind the knees and pushed upwards, causing Helen's hips to rise, exposing her anal opening – her asshole. She applied her tongue to the area and Helen's movements became more pronounced.

Encouraged by Helen's obvious enjoyment of the new sensation, Sandy concentrated on her ass by licking and flicking her tongue at the opening. She stayed there for a time before moving back to the cunt, itself. However, once again recalling her own pleasure with Mack and Frank, she used her tongue on the clit while slipping her finger into the cunt and lubricating it. She then slid the tip of that finger into Helen's ass. The result was dramatic as Helen began pronounced pre-orgasmic motions. She sank the finger in up to the second knuckle and briefly finger-fucked her ass. As the climax was near and Helen began twisting and undulating, she pulled the finger out and began finger-fucking the cunt while exerting as much pressure as she could on the clit with her tongue and lips. Helen arched up and held the pose for almost thirty seconds before slumping down, her legs splayed open in exhaustion.

Sandy also slumped down, her head using the patch of soft hair as a pillow. She was overcome, briefly, not from the energy expended, but from excitement. She had done something that would have been inconceivable just a few weeks ago. She had never even seen another woman's cunt and now she not only had seen one close up, she had licked and finger-fucked it. Amazing! She recovered quickly and moved from between Helen's legs and lay down beside her.

They lay quietly beside each other as Helen recovered from her exertions. She finally turned toward Sandy, rose up and looked down at her with an intense, loving expression and said, "Oh, honey, that was amazing! Thank you so much! I've never felt like that before and," blushing, "had things like that done to me!" 

Sandy raised her arms up and embraced her "I've never done anything like that before so we're even. I loved doing it to you, dear. Feeling you react as you did was wonderful!"

"Well, I certainly haven't done anything like that – or, as I said, have it done to me – but I'm going to try!" Helen pulled away and began to gently caress Sandy's body, stroking her from her tits to her mound of hair. She began applying kisses to her nipples, occasionally sucking them. Then, she reached further and delved between her legs, Sandy spread her legs, opening the way as Helen's fingers found her clit and cunt.

Now, while Sandy was inexperienced in working on a woman's sexual equipment, she, herself, had been totally explored by two men and she, of course, knew what they had done and what had turned her on. She had applied what had been done to her, obviously to good effect. It turned out that Helen, despite being married for some years, had no such experiences to draw on. Apparently, hard as it is to believe, Richard had done almost nothing in what might be called foreplay. Their sexual endeavors basically were made up of her opening her legs and him attempting to insert his half-hard cock into her cunt. There was no fondling, no fingering...well, really, no anything! The only time she touched his cock was when she reached down to direct it into her frequently unlubricated hole. That sounds ridiculous, but sex was, at best, a peripheral part of their relationship. She admitted that she sometimes wanted more, but she accepted his lack of interest in return for an otherwise very good marriage. 

So, she moved between Sandy's legs and, as Sandy had before, saw a cunt for the first time. She, as said before, was much less experienced than Sandy: she had played with her own clit to achieve her only, inadequate, orgasms, but that was the extent of it. She had seen diagrams of female genitalia, but seeing it in real life was wholly different. As her own cunt had been when worked on, Sandy's was fully aroused, the clit standing there in its little boat, the lips beneath swollen and pulled back, revealing the opening into which a cock was supposed to go. 

Helen hesitated a moment, never have even considered what she was prepared to do. After a moment, she lightly massaged the clit with her finger tip, knowing that most of the excitement flows from that little organ. Finally, she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the clit and gently sucked on it, eliciting a slight encouraging surge upward from Sandy. Then, gathering her courage moved downward running her tongue between the lips, tasting the lubrication there. She didn't know what to expect, but found it anything but distasteful – in fact, the flavor really was quite neutral and the feeling was sort of sensual. (Any qualms that Sandy might have had about taste, etc. had been allayed by the fact that both Mack and Frank had no complaints.) Relieved, even if subconsciously so, she vigorously used her tongue all over the area, even probing the cunt hole with it.

She wasn't sure that she could bring herself to go the next step, but she thought, "She did it to me and it felt wonderful – and I know it's clean!" Before she could change her mind, she let her tongue go down past the perineum to Sandy's asshole and began licking. She was rewarded by Sandy's obvious pleasure as her hips rose, pushing up against her tongue. At the same time, Helen stroked Sandy's cunt and flicked her tongue against her clit. Again following the way Sandy had worked on her, Helen pulled away and slipped her finger into Sandy's cunt, lubricating it and, then, pushed it slowly into her ass. She returned to licking and sucking while finger-fucking her ass until even to her inexperienced senses, she knew that Sandy was close to orgasm. Withdrawing from her asshole, she began finger-fucking her cunt while concentrating on the clit as Sandy began writhing around and bucking upward as she went off. As Helen had before, she arched up, holding herself rigid against Helen's pressing face.

They collapsed together, both breathless and sexually satisfied. As their heartbeats gradually returned to normal, they looked at each other, both having a hard time believing what they had just done. They each felt strangeness and a bit of embarrassment, but that soon passed and they were elated when they finally calmed down. Sandy was the first to speak, smiling as she said, "Well, I guess that proves that we are bisexual – I still want Mack's cock in me, and I assume that you do to, so we're not lesbians, but we're damn sure not completely straight!"

"I really love you and I love what we just did, but I wish that Mack was here right now! Isn't that something? Telling what I guess is my female lover that I would like her husband, my male lover, to be here and screw me! Even more, it's totally shocking that little non-sexy me can say that – and mean it! Gods, how I've changed in these few days!"

"Well, I can say with complete honesty that I never had an erotic thought about another woman and I always have been jealous of the idea of Mack with another woman – but I love you as my dearest friend and sister and, now, as a lover. And, for some reason I don't understand, I really am happy that you and Mack are lovers! Damn, this is weird!



Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 05



When I returned home from the conference, Helen was already gone but Sandy described in detail the wonderful time that they had had. They had been close before, but the intense sexual activity had drawn them much closer, as would be expected. It was clearly three days of intense bonding. It was fascinating to hear all of Sandy's report, but the most surprising thing of to me was the total lack of sex in Helen's marriage. I found it hard to believe, particularly when Sandy talked about Richard's use of groupies when someone as pretty and sexy as Helen was his wife. However, the one thing that she did not include in her description of Helen and Richard's marriage was the question of Helen becoming pregnant and the impending test of his intentions. As she explained later, she wanted to see how that played out before we discussed it.

As I said, the three days were a time of closeness, but it turned out that there was one element of the bonding between Sandy and Helen that astounded me when I heard of it. This obviously was not new and had occurred over the months since Helen started visiting us, but it was a total surprise to me - and not a pleasant one. It was a couple of weeks after I got back. Richard was on a long flight and layover and Helen was returning for another visit. We had had a problem with the jets on the Jacuzzi and I casually commented that I had better get it fixed before she arrived. Sandy's replay astounded me. "Don't worry about it for now. We'll be having our periods about that time. 

My response, on a topic which men tend to avoid, was, "Damn it, what lousy timing - wait a minute, 'our' periods! When did this become a joint thing? Do you plan it together?"

"No, dear, we don't plan it, it just happens. I know that you ignore that subject, but Helen and I have matched for the last two cycles - what's the term? Oh yes, 'menstrual synchrony.' Women who live together tend to have their periods at the same time. Helen and I matched to the day after two months in Spain, and we picked right up after she started coming here regularly. Apparently we are together enough to trigger the synchronization. It's not a planned joint activity, it just happens. Sorry about that!"

Men tend to be disgruntled when informed that the most significant part of a woman's anatomy will be "out of order" even if they understand the physical process causing it. In my case, it was particularly annoying because it seems reasonable to believe that if you have two women, they should stagger the "events" so that one is always available! Saying that "it just happens" doesn't make it fair! Note: I make no claim to being logical about this!

After saying all that, however, I have to admit that it all turned out pretty well in this case - their cunts were unavailable, but their hands and mouths still worked. I ended up naked in bed with two very attractive, semi-nude women, one on each side, one playing with my very hard cock and the other fondling my balls. It was a situation much to be desired, two mouths and four hands at my service!

Probably the most surprising experience of that time together was hearing my wife giving instructions on how I liked my equipment worked on. She demonstrated how to stroke the shaft and gave detailed instructions on how to handle the balls. It was amusing and, at the same time, exciting, as I listened to her almost giving a lecture, for I had no idea as to how well she had studied me. This was particularly true when she gave a practical demonstration. 

She was working her hand up and down on my cock with her right hand while massaging my balls with her left. I was concentrating on the sensation, approaching the critical point when I heard her instruct Helen, "See, as he gets closer, the balls tighten up. When they are loose, they are very tender and must be handled very carefully and, sometimes, that's all he wants. But as they tighten, they are much less sensitive and they can be squeezed and slapped and he likes that. You'll learn with experience. Normally when Mack's balls are really tight, he likes them slapped hard and, if he lifts up toward your hand, you can really smack them. You have to watch his reaction, and, rarely, if he holds them up high, like he is now, really slap them. At that point, he will be ready to erupt, so take the cock in your mouth and gently suck and swallow."

I erupted and she swallowed. She was giving up the secrets she had learned over the years, cues that I gave without realizing it. I really was surprised, hearing how carefully she had studied my reactions, but I realized that I had done much the same thing with her - knowing just what to do and when to do it to maximize her pleasure. Still, it was touching to hear. It was also evident that she expected Helen to be a real part of our love making and that she clearly welcomed her. She was actually giving lessons!

It was a pleasant two days with two women taking turns working on me. I reciprocated by kissing tits and sucking nipples and the two women did the same, but I was the center of attention. Sandy demonstrated how to perform felatio, her head bobbing up and down while playing with by balls, again swallowing when I exploded in her mouth. When alone, we didn't do a whole lot of that, but the threesome somehow made it more exciting. That certainly was true when Helen proved that she had learned the lesson and, for the first time, had a cock come in her mouth and she tasted male cum. She instinctively pulled back a bit when I came, but resolutely stayed there until the last drop went down her throat. It was, of course, a major step for her.

Another such step took place the following afternoon. Contrary to what this account of our sexual activities might suggest, we did have classes to be taught and administrative duties to carry out, so we weren't involved in sex the entire time. On that second day, I once again got home before Sandy and was greeted by Helen with a very loving kiss. She hugged me and asked, "Would you be interested in doing something before Sandy comes home?"

Not too surprisingly, I thought that was a very good idea. Shortly afterwards, I was nude on the bed and a bare breasted - well, "maiden" is the wrong word, but you know what I mean - was sitting beside me, grasping my cock and industriously working it up and down. Her other hand, as instructed by my wife, was massaging my balls. Happily, she had learned the lesson and her handling of the balls became more aggressive as my arousal mounted. She seemed to know, without real experience, when was the right time to start slapping them. The whole situation was such that whatever restraint I might have had over my emotions vanished and I just began surging upwards as I approached orgasm. At just the right moment, just before my climax, she brought her hand back and hit my balls hard and took my cock in her mouth just as I came. I think that my hips were six inches off the bed, my cock driving forward into her mouth in one of the biggest orgasms I can remember.

I collapsed backwards on the bed as she kept my cock between her lips as it softened in her mouth. At that moment, we heard Sandy come in downstairs and, as she had last time, she called out, "Where is everybody?" This time the answer was different.

"We're up here in the bedroom! Come on up!"

"What a scene to come home to! My sister, half naked, on the bed with my completely naked husband, obviously engaged in some depraved act!"

Helen replied, "We're not engaged in any such act! We just finished! Now I'm waiting to find out if I learned the lesson you taught me!"

"Sandy, dear, you are an excellent teacher. Your pupil performed magnificently! You can give her an A+ in cock sucking! Actually, you may have some competition - she's good!"

So, despite not having the opportunity to screw either of the two women during that visit, it was very enjoyable for me and, it appeared to be for them, also. I wasn't aware of a crisis looming between Helen and Richard, but as I learned later, our activities served to take Helen's mind off of the coming test. She clearly was badly hurt by his preference for sex with other women while, seemingly, still loving her in a nonsexual way. Fortunately, her relationship with us kept her from dwelling on it all the time. She and Sandy talked quite a bit during that visit, but that seemed to be of no great significance since they always did that, although there was a lot of "private" conversations. For me, unaware of the currents swirling around me, I was concerned only with our own attempts at inseminating Sandy, not whether Richard could do the same thing for Helen. I was due for a shock!

About two weeks later the time had come for Sandy and me. The semester and classes were over, leaving only some exams to grade and papers to read. Both schools were on the same schedule, so there were no conflicts. We had time to Christmas shop and to attend a few parties, but the critical dates were three days around the 20th of December - the time Sandy had waited for since she began her PhD work. She had her degree, she had an excellent position, the time was ripe to get pregnant, and those were the magic fertile days. Everything was scheduled - get pregnant in December, teach the spring semester before she got too big, have the baby in September with a leave of absence the fall, semester, and start teaching again a year from now. We had deliberately stayed away from sex the past week and now were prepared for an orgy of fucking to start the process. 

There was one hiccup in the plan, however. Several days before liftoff, Helen called and asked if it would ok for her to come at what was exactly the wrong time. Calling was normal procedure - she would call and ask permission and we, of course, always said yes. I answered the phone, automatically said yes without thinking and, afterwards, expected Sandy to be upset at not being alone at this special time. I could tell that she was troubled, but I consoled her by promising to give her my full attention. Her response surprised me.

"No, honey, I'm sure that you have enough for both of us. In a way it will be nice to share this special time with her. She can be here at the moment of creation of her godchild." That was a touching thought and I hugged and kissed her in response.

Finally the day, and Helen, arrived. Sandy was out shopping so I let her in, put my arms around her followed by a very affectionate kiss. This was not a casual friend to receive an "air" kiss. She returned the kiss with vigor, but when I pulled back, I thought she looked somewhat timorous, but before I could ask if anything was wrong, Sandy came in. They embraced for a long time and while I put some groceries away, they went up to the bedroom and closeted themselves for this conversation which I learned about later.

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"Oh, Sandy, I'm sorry but I just couldn't stay away."

"I assume that he didn't pass the test."

"No! I put the schedule up on the board a week ago and I saw him looking at it. I honestly don't know what I was hoping for - if he stayed and tried, it would have shown his affection, but probably it would be a failure. If he scheduled another layover, he had to have deliberately avoided another try. Yesterday it seemed that, fortuitously, another pilot wasn't going to be available for a long flight, requiring a layover, so Richard had to replace him. I know that he set it up because I heard him on the phone trading flights. So, here I am."

"Are you sure that this is what you want to do? You can't undo it if you change your mind afterwards."

"Gods, no, I don't want to change my mind. I hate to admit this, because it sounds do disloyal, but I would rather have Mack as the father. I love everything about him and I would be proud to have a baby by him. The real question is, how do you feel? Your husband impregnating another woman!"

"You're not just another woman, honey. We both love you and I have absolutely no hesitation in this!"

"What about Mack? Shouldn't we let him know what's going on? Would he be unhappy if I get pregnant by him?"

"I've been thinking about that for, to tell you the truth, I really expected this. I know Mack very well, obviously, and I'm certain that he would have absolutely no negative thoughts if he made you pregnant. He probably would enjoy trying to do so if he were certain that you really wanted it and that I approved. I have been going back and forth about it and I think that we should break the news to him after he fucks me the first time."

"Oh, Sandy dear, that would be perfect! I would feel that we had trapped him into something if we didn't tell him before he has me. If for whatever reason he's hesitant, and I think that we could tell, I'll pull back and, maybe, wait till another time or try something else."

"I don't think that there will be a problem. I think that he loves you as much as I do. The three of us just seem to meld together. What there us in him that appeals to me also appeals to you. What there is in me that appeals to him is also in you. That's a bit simplistic, but it seems to fit the relationship. Tonight's the night!"

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I, of course, was totally unaware of what was planned for me and, when the three of us were on the bed, my only concern was putting a massive load of sperm into Sandy and, as they say, knock her up. Still, I had two naked women with me, one on each side, so, before the main event, I fondled two sets of tits, sucked on four nipples and, in general, enjoyed the company. At the same time, two hands played with my cock and balls. As would be expected, it wasn't long before I mounted my wife, penetrated her deeply and began the age-long process of impregnation. After a week of denial, it didn't take long until both of us were lost in movement toward orgasm. I was plunging in more and more rapidly, pounding her cunt, while she was humping up toward me, welcoming the blows on her clit and pubic bone. The end came as I wedged myself against her and deposited the potent sperm into her deepest recesses. We held tightly together, cock in cunt, before, sated, we fell apart.

Exhausted by both our exertions and the relief of tensions, we lay there quietly, three of us side by side. It was sort of weird having a third person there after such a significant moment. Of course, the three of us had been like that before and I had screwed both women when the other was present, but this was different. There is a real psychological difference between casual sex and deliberate insemination of a woman. 

Nearly an hour went by and hands began to stray. Helen's tits were like magnets and fingers began teasing my cock which began to rise. Helen rose up and leaned over me to put her nipple in my mouth. Sandy, my now possibly pregnant wife, began a more determined massaging of my cock, causing it to rise. Anticipating that she wanted another deposit to send more to her womb, I was surprised when she pulled away and dropped a bombshell.

"Now, dear, you may have started a process by which you, we hope, become a father. However, your work us not done. Remember when I told you that our periods are synchronized? Well, you may not have made the connection, but that means that our fertile times are synchronized also. There's another fertile womb beside you that needs your attention so that you can become a father twice on the same night. Give Helen a baby, too!"

Helen looked up at me with the most loving expression on her face and said, "Please fuck me Mack. Make me pregnant too!"

I have absolutely no idea as to what went through my mind, if anything, at that moment. I'm sure that my mouth hung open as I stared into emptiness. I certainly had not made the connection about synchronization and, if I had, that would, in no way, have told me that Helen would want me to impregnate her and, if she did, that Sandy would be urging me on. The whole thing was just beyond comprehension.

Yet, there was Helen on her back with her legs raised and parted, her cunt open and ready. There, also was Sandy, smiling encouragingly. Regardless of the logic of the situation, my cock seemed to have ears, for it was suddenly at full mast, ready for action. Hesitantly, I looked at Helen and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Please!"

I quickly looked over at Sandy, got a clear, smiling, assurance and took the irrevocable act of sinking my rigid cock into Helen's beckoning cunt and began to fuck her. I had fucked her before, of course, but the knowledge that she was fertile and unprotected and that she wanted me to impregnate her galvanized me. I plunged in and out of her with a driving force that almost crushed her down into the bed. However, she met me with an almost equal force surging back up. I think that the unique circumstances pushed us both past our normal reserves, and when I erupted within her, we hung together, grinding against each other, getting the most out of mutual orgasms.

As I pulled out of Helen and lay beside her, Sandy said, "My god, that should have done something! You two were like a machine, a fucking machine. One thing is sure, Helen, Mack's sperm is headed for you womb! We may have two pregnant women here but we have two more days to make sure and Mack and his cock are going to be worn out!"

"Ok, I'm willing to do the dirty work and make a valiant try to knock you both up at the same time! However, I want to know what the hell is going on! With my wife's permission, I'll certainly will enjoy trying to get you pregnant, but why? Why me?"

For the next twenty minutes, Helen recounted the long, unfortunate story she had related to Sandy, ending with, "For whatever reason, Richard can screw these other women, but he can't get hard enough to get into me. Obviously, it's not physical. I've done everything I can, but he's avoiding even trying. As I told you, he even said that maybe I should try artificial insemination. I'm not going to do that. I want someone I love to impregnate me and that's you! Now we'll see what happens!"

The following two days were a time of love making rather than the orgy I had predicted. There is something very different from normal recreational sex and sex with a purpose. The knowledge that both women were unprotected and fertile and were welcoming my sperm to impregnate them seemed to give me more energy and desire. As would be expected, the women were more eager, more passionate - on a mission rather than just another session of sex. They were more vocal, particularly in expressing their love for me and each other. 

Sandy and Helen didn't simply lie there on the bed waiting their turn to be bred. For the first time ever I saw true female-female sex - not the practiced, routine sex of the porn videos, but real love making. It wasn't intended for that purpose, but watching them certainly helped revive my own passion. On occasion they went the whole way with each other and that really fired me up, but another unexpected act had a potent effect. 

Following what seems to be a common practice, a pillow was placed under the hips of the woman who had just been screwed to, supposedly, keep the sperm deep inside and heading for the womb. One time, after Helen and I had intercourse - actually, that word seems more appropriate when it's done for this purpose - she had her legs still raised as Sandy was putting the pillow in place. Her cunt was exposed with the lips coated with a mixture of my cum and her lubrication. Spontaneously, Sandy leaned down between her legs and began licking the area and, even, going between the lips. Then she reached over and cleaned the combined residue off of my cock. Somehow those erotic, probably lewd, acts were exciting to all of us, and both women continued the practice from then on. Actually, I guess it was an orgy in some ways 




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 05



Looking back on those three days, I'm still surprised at my stamina. I have no idea just how many times I came in my two women, but there certainly was no doubt that each of them received more sperm that I would have ever conceive of producing. I call them my two women because that is exactly what they were. An outsider would have had no way to determine which was my wife and the other the other woman. There was no jealousy, no competition - it was almost as if they were a single individual in two bodies. I came in each of them equally, they made love while I rested, and both treated me as their husband. For practical purposes, I had two wives. 

Obviously, other things went on those three days other than sex. We showered (two together usually, without any rule about which two), we ate, we even went shopping and ate out. Most significantly, we did a lot of talking. We learned far more about the travails that had caused Helen to shy away from men and sex. but also how she could feel herself opening up and blooming as her relationship with, first, Sandy, and then me, expanded her horizons. There was much less to tell about Sandy and me, but I was somewhat surprised at first as to how Sandy opened up about her affair with Frank.

She had told Helen about Frank before, but she seemed really to enjoy talking about it to an appreciative audience. Helen listened with rapt attention without a hint of disapproval. She was particularly curious about the time at Virginia Beach and on the Cape. It was fun listening as Sandy relived her experiences. Helen accepted my role with equanimity, saying how wonderful I was to let Sandy be so free. That was particularly when Sandy made a point that it was I who suggested the three days on the Cape. Actually, the only thing that seemed to shock her was when Sandy, for some reason, mentioned anal sex.

"Oh my god, did you actually do that?"

"We did it several times the last two days. It didn't hurt at all, and it felt very good. Mack and I had done it before and we've done more of it since." Then, with an impish grin, "You'll have to try it!"

Helen hesitated a moment and then, looking at me with a smile, she replied, "I probably shall."

Those were fun conversations and definitely the intimacy drew us closer together, but all the things we talked about and did were mere sidelines to the real mission. We "worked" hard at it and by the time Helen departed for home, we were all pretty worn out, but hopeful. There was something additional, however. If we had been close before, it was nothing like it was now. I spoke before of the bond that existed between Helen and Sandy, but what they had shared over those three days welded them together far more deeply. In addition, I was now part of that bond and it felt that I really did have two wives.

Of course the question of Richard's place in this had been raised and it was not an issue. Helen made no secret of her love for me, but she was committed to Richard and their marriage. I had absolutely no problem with that - it seemed right. As we had seen with Frank and Sandy, you can love two people and you choose your path. As she had said many times, with the exception of sex, her relationship with him had been very happy and she expected it to remain so. The only problem was that sex was of no interest to her before, but it certainly was now. But her visits to us could give her the sex she now wanted and she could be happy with Richard for everything else. She admitted that she still was frustrated with his ability to have sex with other women but not her, but she now had her own outlet. 

We also speculated about how she would break the news of her pregnancy to him if she was "knocked up," but she hoped that the artificial insemination story would be accepted. As she said, she felt absolutely no guilt by lying in this situation. So, the only thing then was to wait and hope!

The approximately two weeks till they would know something dragged on forever. Fortuitously, Richard had a long flight scheduled when the time approached, so she was with us to suffer through the agony of waiting. She had arrived at the critical time, maybe a day late in starting her monthly period. Two more days passed and they, actually we, hoped but were afraid to hope. Finally, desperate to know something, we drove to a drug store and the bought two pregnancy test kits and brought them home. Afraid, but eager, they went into separate bathrooms, peed on the test strips and, almost at the same instant, cried out in joy, "I'm pregnant!!"

The next few minutes were filled with hugs and kisses - two mothers-to-be but only one father-to-be! My two lovely women were both pregnant by me! I'm sure that the situation is not unique, but it was still astonishing. It was not the result of a wild party or orgy. It was two wonderful women who wanted me to father their child! I'll admit that at that moment I was as happy and proud as I could be. We were, of course, unbelievably lucky, for some couples try, month after month, for the woman to become pregnant and, unfortunately, some never make it. We were two for two the first month! In a way, again, we had won the lottery! I, needless to say, insisted that the result was caused by my extraordinarily potent sperm!

Of course, they would wait some time, and a doctor's confirmation, before any announcements, but the test strips presumably didn't lie. Sandy immediately called our doctor and made appointments (Helen had no doctor as yet) far enough ahead and they waited the next two weeks, in a sort of limbo. I waited at home, worrying, of course, but my trepidation ended as I saw the two beaming faces as they came into the house. They both rushed to hug and kiss me and sputter out the obvious news that they were, in fact, pregnant and that both were in excellent health. Euphoria ruled! I had knocked up two women, probably the same night, and we were all ecstatic!

So, Sandy headed home, pregnant by a man not her husband. She was prepared to make the announcement shortly after she arrived, but she found a voice mail saying that the layover was being extended for three more days because of a problem with the plane's engine. That, of course, merely gave her more time to worry about if the artificial insemination story would hold.



Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 06



We were sitting in our study, getting ready for the new semester that would start shortly when we received a call from Helen saying that something totally unexpected had happened and she would see us tomorrow. She wouldn't say another word because she just couldn't explain it over the phone. We were shocked, of course, and Sandy, who had talked to her, said that she sounded all wound up and was almost incoherent. It seemed obvious the news of her pregnancy had not gone over well. We pointlessly speculated as what had happened and what was going to happen, but all we did was worry ourselves more.

The following morning, we waited nervously for Helen, not believing that any news she brought would be good. Fortunately, classes hadn't started yet, so we could wait together. Finally, at almost 11:00, Helen's car came up the drive and we rushed to greet her. As she got out of the car, she had the most indecipherable expression on her face. We hurried to her, asking, at the same time, "What happened, what's going on!"

"Let's go inside do I can explain what happened from the beginning." We did just that, our curiosity killing us. We sat down in the living room, literally on the edge of our seats as she spoke. "Ok, I got home and found the message that Richard wouldn't be there for three more days. That was a very long layover, but I assumed, as he said, that there had been a plane engine problem, so I didn't think much of it. Anyway, he came in and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek as he always did, but he seemed quite perturbed. We sat down in the living room and I decided to break the news to him immediately and get it out of the way, so I said, "Richard, I have something very important to tell you and I hope you'll be happy."

"Before I could break the news, however, he interrupted and said. 'I have something to say first and I don't think that you will like it or be happy.' I, of course, was shocked and filled with foreboding, but I had absolutely no idea what he could be talking about. All I could think of was that somehow he knew that I was pregnant and also knew that it wasn't artificial insemination. Before I could react, he went on. 'We have a serious problem as you know. You very badly want a baby and I have been totally unable to provide you with one. I know that you've been hurt that I have been able to have an erection with others, but not with you. I assure you that it has nothing to do with you. We've had what I believe has been a very happy marriage, but I've been living a lie for the last two years. Contrary to what you've been assuming, I haven't been with a bunch of female groupies or attendants. The truth I've hidden from you is that I'm gay! I tried to hide it from myself when we married and for a year afterwards, but you are what you are, and I'm gay!'

"I looked at him in astonishment and the whole thing came into focus. Right from the beginning he couldn't get hard with me and I just assumed that it was our mutual lack of interest in sex! I'm sure that I sat there with my mouth hanging open, not saying a word about the bombshell he had just landed on me. He just stared at me, waiting for my response and I just didn't know what to say. What do you say to an announcement like that!

"Finally, I was able to collect myself to ask, 'Why are you telling me this now? You've hidden it for two years. Why now? Is it because you can't give me a baby?' That obviously was not the time to give him my bombshell.

"That's when he delivered the second part of his shocking news. 'No, Helen, that's only a part of it. There was a man I met while I was in the service and we were very close the last year while I was stationed in Okinawa - that is, when we were in Okinawa. I've seen him each time I've flown to any of the Asian cities. He's come to the U.S. and I've been with him for the last three days. We were together on a number of times when I told you I would have a long flight with a layover. Helen, I still love you as a friend, but I want to be with him permanently. I can't stand this sneaking around and living a lie. I want us to get a divorce so I can be happy and you can find a man to give you what you want.' 

"I was in shock, as you can believe. I didn't tell him my news. I didn't need that complication. You know, I feel a little foolish that I never suspected a thing. I guess it was because there was no sudden change in our relationship. In retrospect, it seems like such an obvious explanation for everything, but, it's the usual 20/20 hindsight. Anyway, that's my news."

We hadn't interrupted her through that long statement, seeing that she had to get it all out. To say that we were shocked would be an understatement, of course. We both, in turn, hugged her and held her, but not knowing what to say to comfort her. The obvious question was, "How do you feel and what are you going to do now?"

Her response, basically, was that she didn't know. First, she said that there were no recriminations. She was surprisingly calm and she accepted the situation as not a reflection on herself. Fortunately, we have come to accept that a person's sexual orientation is not a matter of choice and, she admitted, reluctantly, that she was relieved to find that he wasn't rejecting her for another woman. Even the thought of divorce didn't hit her as hard as she would have expected. She also admitted that with her eyes open to the pleasures of sex, a sexless marriage actually didn't appeal to her as it once had. In addition, she wasn't facing the world alone as she would have if this had occurred a year ago.

So, there was a sense of loss. A relationship that, overall, had been happy, was gone, but she wasn't being dropped into the abyss of loneliness. She had friends she loved and loved her, she was pregnant and the world wasn't dark. They had talked in a civilized manner - much better than Richard had feared I assume - and peacefully settled things which can lead to animosity and, even, hatred and long court battles. That made it easier for Richard to agree to send her a guilt-free percentage of his pay for the next ten years and she to agree to an uncontested, no fault divorce. Subject to lawyers wrapping up the agreement, it was a peaceful dissolution of what for several years had been a happy marriage. 

Helen sat there with a sad look on her face, not surprising under the circumstances, of course. She was very quiet after the story had been told and we had reacted. Finally, after several long minutes, she broke her silence. "You know, I've been sitting here thinking about what went on between Richard and me about all of this. We talked about an hour, as I said, very calmly and civilized and that bothers me in a way. Like our marriage, there was no passion. Neither us seemed to feel a major loss. We were good friends who had been together and enjoyed ourselves, but it was time to say goodbye. I didn't shed any tears, but it was sad to see it end, almost like saying goodbye to college friends as each went their own way, probably never to see each other again. I loved Richard, but it was like love for a high school sweetheart - feeling deep and intense at the time, but with more time revealing how shallow it was. I guess I'm sad that the ending didn't hurt more. Thank heavens I didn't get pregnant sooner! I don't know what that complication would have meant.

"The amazing, and scary, thing about all of this is that if Richard had come to me two years ago and said that he was happy with our marriage, but that he was gay and sex between us wasn't interesting to him, I might well have shrugged it off. I wasn't interested in sex either, so if he had outside affairs with men rather than female groupies, it might not have bothered me. It was only my desire to be a mother that would have been a deal breaker between us. In fact, I don't know what I would have done even now: if he hadn't wanted a divorce and he accepted my pregnancy, would I have stayed with him since I have you two? Fortunately, I didn't have to face that traumatic decision! At least, Richard made that decision for me!"

It was all wrapped up quickly. It was an uncontested divorce with everything settled before filing. Their lawyer did his work, the papers were signed, there was a brief hearing before the court, followed by a nostalgic kiss goodbye and the marriage was effectively over. Their condo had been rented furnished so there was no physical property to dispose of. Clothes and personal possessions had been packed and the separation was complete. Of course, we invited Helen to move in with us until she decided what to do. Actually, I think we all knew at that time that the move was likely to be permanent. 

Sandy and I talked about the situation, and it quickly became clear that we both, in fact, liked the idea of Helen moving in with us on a long term basis. It may seem odd that a couple which was so concerned with privacy that they forbore the income from renting out their mother suite just to ensure it, would now lessen that privacy to invite someone else to live with them. However, we each, independently, came to the conclusion that Helen enhanced our relationship and, surprisingly, it wasn't because of sex - not that sex didn't help. Why? It would be hard to explain verbally, but we both just enjoyed having her there.

We told her that, and I'm sure that she accepted that she was welcome, but it's hard to convey just how dedicated we were to her. We wanted to make our commitment to a permanent relationship with her more explicit and concrete. So, Sandy and I drove into the city and visited a jewelry store to make a very significant purchase - something very precious for Helen. Our first item was a diamond engagement ring and we selected one very similar to the one I had given Sandy years ago. Oddly enough the other was more difficult - a wedding band that matched Sandy's exactly. We finally had to place an order to get an exact duplicate and, when it arrived, we had Helen-Mack-Sandy (alphabetical order), engraved inside. To the quizzical eyes of the clerk, Sandy said, with a straight face, "It's a second marriage with three children." A week later, we picked up the two rings and went home to Helen.

The three of us were sitting in the living room, watching the end of a TV program. I turned the set off, took the box with the engagement ring out and Sandy said, "We know that you didn't get an engagement ring because of your sudden marriage and you finger looks empty, so we got you this."

Helen opened the box and her eyes got big. "Oh, it's beautiful! It's so wonderful of you two! I've always wanted a ring and Richard just never thought of getting me one. Oh, I'm so glad he didn't for this means so much more! Mack, please put it on me!" I took it and slid in on her finger next to her wedding ring and she raised her hand and let the light hit it and she suddenly realized that it was almost a duplicate of Sandy's. "Oh, Sandy, it's like yours! I could cry!" Her face was wreathed in smiles as she said it, but the emotion was real.

"It was as close as we could find, honey! Now Mark is engaged to you just as he was to me years ago."

At that point I asked her to put it on without her wedding ring to see it by itself. Without thinking, she did as I asked. However, before she could put the engagement ring back on her bare finger, I held out the second ring box and said, let's put this one on first. I opened it and showed her the new wedding ring. Taking it out of the box, Sandy and I, holding it together, slipped it on her finger, saying, in unison, "With this ring, we thee wed!"

Helen sat there, stunned, her face expressionless, unable, at first to comprehend what was happening. Suddenly she burst into tears as she dived forward and tried to embrace us both. She was totally incoherent as she tried through her tears to express her joy and her love for us. Sandy started crying with her and, I'll admit, several very sentimental tears formed in my eyes. I have no idea how long that very moving period lasted, but it unquestionably was one of the most emotional moments of my life.

The tears finally dried up, but the radiant smile on Helen's face just wouldn't go away. "I honestly think that this is one of the happiest moments of my life, maybe the happiest. This is a wedding that means more than you can imagine. It may not be recognized, but I wouldn't trade it for the biggest church marriage in the world. I really feel married to both of you. Now Mark really has two wives! Oh, I love you so much!"

One thing was certain. The emotions she expressed were clearly sincere and were returned by us in equal measure. Of course, the tears flow again, briefly, when she saw that the ring was an exact duplicate of Sandy's and, again, when she saw the engraving! Finally, she proudly put the engagement ring on with it, displayed her hand and just glowed with pleasure. We then retired to our bedroom where we happily consummated the new marriage - several times over. Male-female with each, female-female twice. When you add licking, sucking and a considerable amount of manual manipulation, it was a consummation of epic proportions. And very satisfying!

It was amusing, and touching, to see Helen's delight in her new rings. Somehow she managed to have her left hand on display far more often than was necessary. It was also interesting when the three of us sat at a booth, me on one side of the table, the women on the other. If, as both of them regularly did, they rested their hands on the table, I would see those near duplicate sets of rings across from me. My two wives!

However, giving Helen those rings was more than a just a romantic gesture. For both of us, it was a commitment that she really was a part of our family and would be living with us permanently. I'm sure that part of her emotional display was because she knew that the rings represented that commitment.

So, the emotional aspect of Helen living with us was complete, but the physical living arrangements still had to be worked out - and that was going to create difficulties. As Sandy pointed out, "With Helen coming here for two of three days at a time, we had no space problems. She brought an overnight bag or a small suitcase. There's a nice sized closet in her room, but she'll be bringing all her clothes and other possessions! They'll never fit in that space!" 

Helen nodded, agreeing, "I hate to such a problem, but Sandy's right. I have a lot of clothes and other things still waiting in the condo. Some I can store, of course, but that will still leave a lot." She looked at me and added, "I'm afraid that I'm going to be more of a burden that you expected!"

"Probably, but you may be worth it! I'll let you how you can pay me for my trouble." The last was said with a leer and a wink! "I hadn't gotten to the question of space arrangements, but I think that we most likely can make things work. There's plenty of space because these rooms are very large. As I remember, before the house was remodeled, there were six small bedrooms on this floor and now there are only four. I'll meet with the contractor who did the work and see what he thinks we can do."

Two days later, I presented them with the proposal we had come up with. "What he thinks we can do is shrink the two rooms a bit and add a big walk-in closet in the bigger room, the one facing the back yard across from ours. It's almost as big as our master bedroom. He proposes taking four feet off of that room, include the three feet making up the present closet plus taking five feet off of Helen's present room. That's a twelve-foot walk-in closet and the smaller room will still be twelve by fifteen, which certainly is big enough. Then, he will remove the present bathroom between the two rooms and, in the space from the closet to the outside wall. Then he will add two en suite bathrooms, back to back, each with a window to the side of the house."

The women were thrilled with the plan, with Sandy saying, "My god, Mack, that is perfect. A big closet and private bathroom for Helen and the smaller room is still quite large for a guest room - or a nursery!"

"Oh, yes, Mack, it sounds wonderful! I've never had a room like that anywhere I've lived! But that's going to cost a fortune! I certainly didn't want to cause this much trouble!

"Happily, it's not going to be as expensive as you might think. As he said, moving the walls is simple and, since the plumbing is already there, even the bathrooms aren't that bad. The only real expense is for the new fixtures. I think that Sandy will agree that you are worth a few plumbing fixtures! Anyway, he promises to have the whole thing done in a month if he can get the fixtures ordered right away. I told him that you two would see him tomorrow and select the things you want."

So, our top floor was disrupted and Helen's new room was unavailable for a month. She moved downstairs to the ground floor (technically the basement but, as I said before, it is open to the outside on three sides) into the mother suite. We had originally thought that she might like to stay there since it really was a very nice small private apartment, but she wanted to be on our level. With babies coming, that really made sense.

In any case, the contractor lived up to his promise - the winter being his slow season helped - and soon Helen was absolutely thrilled as she moved into, as she said, the nicest place she had ever lived. I assure you that she did her best to thank us - both verbally and physically! So, the three of us lived together as man and wives. The following weekend, we used a U-Haul trailer to remove the last of Helen's things from the condo, end the rental contract, turn in the keys and make the final move to her new home.

With Helen there all the time as opposed to two or three day visits, life changed in many ways. As I said several times, for all intents and purposes, I had two wives. Helen had her room, her private space, but she frequently was in our bed with any combination of two or three. In addition to those occasions, the value of having a second wife was demonstrated two weeks into the semester when Sandy and two others took advanced Spanish classes on a field trip to New York to visit the Spanish consulate and the U.N. Normally, when Sandy was on a trip I would read, watch a movie on TV or just do school work. This time was very different! One wife was out of town, but the other was home. I came in from class on Friday and was met at the door by a smiling Helen who greeted me with a kiss, just as Sandy always did.

It was mid-afternoon, but not long afterwards, we were upstairs on the bed, completely nude. It was strange being there with Helen but without Sandy. It was strange being alone with each other like that, but it did add a very pleasant spice of depravity even if it really wasn't cheating. We were very comfortable with each other despite the newness of the situation for, by then, we knew each other's body and desires.

I kissed her a few times while fondling and squeezing those superb breasts, saying, "I love your tits! They feel so good in my hands!"

"As you know, I used to dislike them because of the problems they caused. I think that my whole personality was shaped by my need to hide than. Now, I'm happy with them, at least in part, because you like them. Somehow I don't really care if people stare at them. You know, the first time I met you I really liked you, but what really impressed me was how careful you were not to stare. I know that Sandy warned you, but you were such a gentleman, even when I stopped hiding them when the three of us were alone together. I could tell how badly you wanted to feel them, but you never made a pass at me. After avoiding groping hands with air force pilots, I almost expected it.

"The change in my feelings about you from a friend to something else began that night when Sandy and I decided to let you feel me a little, as she said, to get it out of your system. Even when I sat beside you on the couch, snuggled up against you, you couldn't bring yourself to make a pass at me."




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 06



"I was too scared about what would have happened if I did. Sandy would have killed me - at least that's what I thought at the time! You two were setting me up."

"Well, I almost had to pull your hand down on my tit, but it got there and I was prepared to let you get a little feel and, then, do my familiar 'We can't do this' routine with regret in my voice. That's when things changed and I didn't stop you. For the first time in my life, I wanted a man to hold and feel me! I was shocked at myself and terrified about Sandy's reaction. You know what happened then - she approved of what I had done and urged me to do more if I wanted to. I came out in my nightgown without a bra and, with Sandy's help, practically invited you feel me, which you did. I suddenly felt toward you in a way I had never felt for a man. It was actual desire and it was the beginning of the process of falling in love. I understand the difference you make between loving someone and being 'in love' with them, but while I loved Richard, I never got that feeling with him and I did it with you. I love you!" 

I was deeply touched and there was nothing I could say to that but I loved her too, just as I loved Sandy. I began kissing and sucking her nipples while ruffling her triangle of hair and tickling her clit. I moved between her legs and she spread and lifted them, offering me her cunt. I began a slow exploration, teasing her clit, barely touching it with my tongue. I gradually increased the pressure and started licking up and down and between the lips. As she began to react I moved pushed her legs higher and ran my tongue back over her asshole, causing her to surge upward. I stayed there, licking and poking the tip of the tongue into the hole, itself.

I moved back up to her clit while sinking my index finger deep into the hole of her cunt, coating with her lubrication. After finger-fucking her for a minute or two, I withdrew from her cunt and inserted the slick finger into her asshole, right to the palm of my hand. She was moving freely by then, twisting and humping upward as much as she could with her legs held up. I put more pressure on her clit and her pubic mound, and, as her climax approached, I moved the finger to her cunt and fucked her with it there. Finally, she erupted, surging upward. I pulled back and used my hand to keep as much pressure as I could on her clit and pubic bone. She was pushing and writhing against my hand, pushing hard against it until, with one last surge, she collapsed and lay there, not moving.

As she slowly recovered and got her breathing under control, she gasped out, "My, god, that was wonderful! I think that you hit every button! I'd love you for that, if nothing else!"

I moved up beside her, leaned down and kissed her and replied, "Glad to be of service. I do that for every lovely, nude woman who gets in bed with me. It keeps them coming back!"

"Well, this one damn sure will be coming back as often as your wife is out of town! Probably when she's in town too! Now, let's see if I can do something about that thing that is sticking up there. I'll see if I can remember the lessons in 'cock-handling' that I learned from that same wife!"

She sat up and pushed me onto my back and, grasping my cock, began sliding her right hand up and down while fondling my balls with her left. As would be expected, I was already aroused and, after two or three minutes, I began moving, slightly, against her hand. To my surprise, rather than continuing to use her hand, she took my cock in her mouth and began bobbing up and down, matching my own movements. She quickly matched my rhythm as she sank down on it as I surged upwards, lightly sucking as I pulled back. 

At the same time, she was following Sandy's instructions on handling my balls. As they hardened and shrank upwards, she gradually increased the pressure she put on them. She went from tenderly fondling to squeezing and lightly slapping. She obviously had studied my reaction the last time, and, as I was on the verge of orgasm and my balls were tightest, she went from slapping to actually hitting them. I immediately sent a flood of cum into her mouth and she managed to swallow almost everything, leaving only the corners of her mouth to be wiped dry afterwards. It was as good as any cock-sucking that I had ever received from Sandy and her timing with my balls was perfect.

"Are you sure that you have never done that before, honey? That didn't feel like an amateur to me. Are you sure that you didn't practice on some of those horny pilots when Richard was otherwise involved?"

"Damn, you uncovered my secret life! We service wives had to do something with our spare time! Seriously, Mack, dear, I'm so glad I did it right. I...I'm so afraid that I'll hit your balls wrong. I never touched Richard's balls, but he was accidentally hit once and he was in agony till he recovered. If I hadn't seen Sandy really hit them, I couldn't believe that it wouldn't hurt."

"Oh, believe me, if I got hit, even lightly, when they are normally soft, you would know about it. Every man, I'm sure, is different in their reaction to their balls being handled. Actually, it was Sandy who discovered that when they're really hard, I like for them to be hit. I didn't know it myself! She noticed that as I got more aroused, she could be rougher and that I got more excited. So, we ended up with her hitting very hard just as I went off. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all when I'm at that point. As soon as I finish, however, any additional touching doesn't feel good at all. Of course, it's better to be a little late than a little early when really hitting them. However, you seem to have the instinct. This is twice now and you've been perfect!"

"And I'd better stay that way! Maybe I should practice more!"

"That's a fine idea in general, but I have a better place where I want to cum! We'll get to that, but why don't we get dressed and go get some dinner rather than eating here. I'll celebrate with my new wife - my pregnant new wife!"

I'm certain that there were tears in her eyes as she smiled timorously and replied, "I would absolutely love to have dinner with my new husband. My wonderful new husband!"

She left and went to her room, calling back, "I'll be a while." It was almost an hour before she reappeared, but it was worth it. Her outfit was lovely, but probably the most surprising thing was that it clearly showed off her tits. "I've never worn this in public because I was afraid that it showed too much. I have this cover-up that would make it less conspicuous and I can wear it or not. Which do you prefer?"

"You would look lovely either way, and I think that you should be proud of your figure. I don't mean flaunt it, but don't go out of your way to hide it. You have wonderful tits and this dress shows them in a discreet way.

"All right, dear. I never had the nerve before, but you give me confidence. Now, what do you think of this?" Stepping back a few feet, she reached down, took the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it to her waist, exposing her legs encased in hose held up by a lacy garter belt topped by a matching pair of bikini panties. "I never wore anything like this before, but I got them in a futile effort to get Richard aroused enough to screw me."

"My god, Helen, that should have gotten a eunuch hot. It damn sure affects me! Richard certainly is gay if that didn't work. Let's go before I decide to stay home and have you for dinner!"

It really was fun going into the restaurant, one we used often and where we knew the staff and usually met other people we knew. As we walked in, people looked up and saw Mack and Sandy come in, do a double take and ask themselves, "What the hell happened to Sandy - where did those tits come from?" Actually, Sandy and Helen looked enough alike that it was only on close observation that they realized that this was not the woman they knew. I enjoyed introducing them to Helen Evans, Sandy's twin sister, who was staying with us for awhile. I also got an education on what Helen had gone through. It seemed that all eyes, male or female, locked onto her tits as if drawn by a magnet. 

When we got home I confessed to her that I had not remotely realized how annoying people were and just how bad it was for her. Seeing it in action made it more real than just hearing about it. When I said that, however, she surprised me. "You know something? It really didn't bother me tonight and I really don't know why. I know that I still felt that way when we moved here because I hid them under my usual coverings. I think that, maybe, I just feel freer since you and Sandy opened me up in so many ways - boy, is that an understatement! Maybe it was because I was just happy to be out with you. In addition, I really like being introduced as Sandy's sister. Anyway, I wasn't nearly as self-conscious tonight. If they want to stare at my tits, let them!" 

"Well, one thing is sure. Everybody in this small town will know that Sandy MacAndrews has a big-titted twin sister staying with her! And, if they looked at your face, they'll say you look alike!"

That night and the next day involved more of that bonding I talk about. Alone, intimate, talking privately, learning things about the other person including sexual preferences and desires - we learned much about each other when alone. She was so like Sandy in many ways, but she, naturally, was very different in others. Actually, they were a complement to each other - one outgoing, the other shy and retiring. Helen was just learning, for the first time in her life, to be caring and loving with another person on more than a casual basis. Of course, she had had that relationship on a non-sexual way with Sandy in Spain, but the sexual element changed things completely. Certainly, having a very intimate relationship with a man was new - despite having been married for years. 

It was different for me, too. Being involved with another woman, having sex with her and actually sleeping with her was a new experience. Sandy and I went back to high school days and, suddenly I woke up with another woman in bed beside me! I saw her nude, walking around in panties and bra, dressing in front of me with no self-consciousness - it was, in fact, literally like having a second wife. It was different from Sandy with Frank for that was really an affair. This was an on-going marriage situation, except the sexual intimacy still had an almost illicit element as we explored each other sexually. 

As would be expected, there was a considerable amount of regular fucking - mostly the basic man on top, missionary style sexual intercourse, but, once in a while, woman on top - but there were two occasions which were somewhat different. The first was a variation of the use of hands and fingers to bring Helen to orgasm. It was a method that Sandy enjoyed and Helen's reaction to anal play made it seem likely that she would react well to it.

We were lying on the bed, nude, and I was running my hand over her, fondling her tits and fingering her clit and cunt as we talked. After a time, I had her turn over and began to explore the curve of her hips with my fingertips, dipping in between the cheeks of her buttocks and sliding over her asshole into her cunt and back. I moved my whole hand between her legs, running all four fingers through her crotch and over her cunt. I had a tube of KY jelly and put some on my thumb to lubricate it, and, with my fingers flat between her legs, I slid my thumb between the cheeks of her ass and slowly penetrated her asshole until it was completely inserted.

I didn't actually finger-fuck - thumb-fuck? - her ass, mostly just leaving it there while all four fingers worked on her cunt and clit. I held my palm flat and used my fingers to flex up and down as I drew them over the clit and the cunt lips. Soon she was moving with my fingers as she became more aroused and I began to draw my thumb in and out slightly but mostly using its base against the perineum as if I were pulling her asshole toward her cunt. At the same time, my fingertips continued to stroke her cunt. As she moved more vigorously and began surging up and down, I pressed hard on the whole area with stronger emphasis on the clit. With my thumb in her ass and my fingers pressing against her whole crotch, she got pleasure from both areas and just exploded upward in orgasm. Her hips were a good ten inches above the bed, held rigidly against my hand - and, then, she slumped down flat with my thumb still buried in her. 

Actually, the process is rather hard to describe, but both Sandy and Helen loved the feeling of the thumb buried in their asses while the fingers played between their legs. A very funny feeling for both of them, and for me, for that matter, was to have my thumb in either her ass or cunt and my index finger deep in the other, holding her as if she were a two-hole bowling ball. It's interesting to feel my thumb and my finger inside her body, actually touching through the membrane separating her cunt from her ass. It brings no specific sexual pleasure, but it's interesting.

I said that there were two sexual variations that we tried, and it will be no surprise that the other involved anal intercourse - or real ass fucking. The surprise here was the fact that Helen actually proposed it! She had been shocked when Sandy had divulged that both Frank and I had used her ass, but, as she acknowledged then, when Sandy suggested that she try it, that she probably would. Saturday morning was the first time that I had wakened up to find a woman other than Sandy beside me. We had sex - fucked - and just lay together continuing our learning process. I thought that I had learned everything that there was to know about Sandy years ago...until her extramarital affair with Frank showed a side of her that I hadn't known existed. Still, I had years of closeness and intimacy with her, but Helen was new with much to learn. 

We had sex again in the afternoon, doing various things in addition to screwing. It sounds as if we were insatiable, and, in a way, I guess we were. We would be alone like that many times in the future, but this was the first time. Sandy and Helen had had an opportunity to learn about each other sexually while I was at my conference and certainly had done so. Helen and I now had that same opportunity. It was almost like a honeymoon, the one Helen never had with Richard.

She cooked dinner for us, another first, and by mutual consent without verbal agreement, we retired early, but not to sleep. We were lying there, naked, of course, her lying in my arms, just enjoying being together, knowing that sex was coming, but with no urgency to get started. I was fondling her tits, those tits I had lusted over not long before, when she quietly said, "Sandy told me so much about the sex she had with Frank, particularly during their time alone on the Cape. The first time that they really were alone. There was one thing that they did that surprised me, one that I thought would be painful and...well, I guess...I don't know what to say...crude or something like that. As she described it, however, it seemed that it was extremely intimate to let a man use that part of your body,...your...your ass! Something you would do only with someone you loved. I love you very much, and if you would like to take me that way, I'm more than willing!"

I knew how shocked she had been when Sandy had first acknowledged that Frank had fucked her ass. I kissed her and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am, dear!" She smiled, nervously, and continued, "I...I have a hard time believing this! Damn, Richard never even got into my mouth or cunt in three years. Now you've had me in both of those places and I want you to have me in my last opening. You really took my virginity in both holes and I want you to have the third! Please put it in gently, honey. I...I'm still a bit scared!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart, it won't hurt. Remember, Sandy said that she liked it." She rolled over on her stomach and raised up as I put a pillow under her to elevate her ass. It really was a pretty ass, so like Sandy's that I wouldn't have been able to tell them apart. Her hips were full and curvy with each cheek just asking to be fondled - or, on another occasion, spanked! I pulled the cheeks apart and, for the first time, looked at the asshole that I had licked and finger-fucked. This time I inserted my finger heavily costed with KY jelly, smeared some on my cock and prepared to penetrate her virgin ass. 

Actually, I had no qualms about entering her. The way my thumb went in and the way she reacted made me certain that, once I was in, she would enjoy it. I held the cheeks open again, put the head of my cock at the wrinkled hole, said, "Just relax, honey," and pushed gently into her. There was a brief resistance, and then the sphincter gave way and I was in. I pushed a bit more and began the slow process of penetrating her ass for the first time. There was the normal tightness as I slid in carefully, in an inch, out a half inch at first and, receiving no negative reaction, I went in deeper with each inward move until, finally I was completely buried in her ass. I pulled out about half way and slid back in a few times, paused and asked, "How is it, dear? Is it feeling ok?" 

"Oh, honey, it didn't hurt at all! It feels funny, as if I have a log in me but...but, it feels good! Oh, I can't believe it. You're all the way up my ass and I like it! Go ahead and fuck me!" 

Naturally, I did just that! I began going in and out of her more vigorously and she confirmed her acceptance by humping back up as I came into her. I could feel my balls hitting against her cunt and she confirmed later that she was aware of the contact. Of course, I had done this before with Sandy - more frequently since Frank reopened her interest in ass-fucking.

This, of course, was the first time I did this with another woman. The act was the same, but psychologically, it was new and different. Anyway, I had my cock buried deeply in Helen's ass and it didn't take long before the inevitable climax approached. Surprisingly, as I was pounding into her rectum, she responded by squirming around as she humped up at me. Her motions were accompanied by moans and a stream of "Oh, oh, oh's" each time my cock plunged into her. 

Her response was exciting and triggered my orgasm as I drove into her ass and began jetting cum deep into her bowels. I pulled back in short stabbing plunges three or four times before I just held tightly against her, squirming a bit myself, as my cock expelled its last jets into her, pushing her hips down into the pillow. My arms gave way and I just lay on her back, my deflating cock still in her ass, until I was able to raise up and pull out. As I did do, I saw that her asshole was still dilated and there was a quarter-sized hole going into her ass. I had always just rolled off of Sandy when we finished, but as I watched, I actually saw white cum inside, seeping out as the hole slowly closed. I wished that I had a camera at the time, but, later, on other occasions when I had ass-fucked Sandy, Helen and I were able to watch the phenomena or if Helen was the 'fuckee,' Sandy and I watched. Weird, but interesting!

Helen was amazingly affectionate afterwards. She frankly admitted that she had dreaded being ass-fucked but she really enjoyed it, partially because of the perversity of it. Her biggest pleasure, however, was having me take her, as she said, in such an intimate way. It really meant something to her to give that final virginity to me. It started, in her mind, as a real sacrifice to, as she said, give the man she loved that virginity. To her real surprise, it turned out not to be a physical sacrifice since there was absolutely no pain and since she got great pleasure out of it herself. The principle was the same, however.




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 06



When Sandy got home Sunday, she found her husband and her dearest friend and sister (one and the same) bonded together - there's that word again - as if they had been together for years. In a different situation, that could have been the basis for some legitimate jealousy, but in this situation it made her happy to be even more certain that Helen would be completely accepted as a part of our family. Any other woman in the world would have been lucky to get out of the house unscathed, but she saw no threat in this case, just as I had seen no threat in her affair with Frank. We had sex that night, too, but it was three-way, loving sex and I slept with my real wife and was happy about it! 

Not long after her return, another event occurred that, in a significant way, changed Sandy and Helen's relationship. The back bedroom, that was now Helen's had been used as a catchall space for things that had no particular place. That included a considerable amount of stuff about which Sandy always said, "I've got to get through all of that and get rid of a bunch of it." Of course, she never did and it just sat there, figuratively, at least, collecting dust. Having to move the things which she had stored for years finally was the spur to get her to actually go through them. Most of the things were papers, "collector's" items, pictures, etc. that had come down to her from her parents. They were the things that children always end up when their parents are gone, things they hate to just throw away, but all too often have no desire to keep, particularly pictures of people they hardly remember if they recognize them at all. 

So, one of the tasks Sandy had put off for years was going through a large box of old photos of people she might, or might not, know. They were the types of pictures you can't just discard for fear that they might be valuable in some way, sometime - and, shockingly, this turned out to be one of those times.

They mostly were pictures her parents had taken of relatives and friends in the late 1970's, the 1980's and quite a few later before their deaths in an accident some years ago. Sandy hadn't wanted to face the task of going through them, along with piles of letters, documents, etc., but she forced herself to start. There were black and white and faded color prints, including many of Sandy growing up in the small western Pennsylvania, oddly named, city of Indiana, about fifty or so miles from Pittsburgh, where her father had been superintendent of schools. We all enjoyed those photos of her, of course, but there were far too many other pictures that were older than she, frequently with relatives she could hardly recall or total strangers that she had no way to identify.

However, many of the latter had first names and dates written on the back in her mother's neat handwriting and Sandy always tried to recall if she had heard of the people. She would sit there, repeating the names aloud, trying to see if they triggered a memory. That was particularly the case when she came across a quite large group of pictures of her parents with another couple, some of all four of them and some with just two or three. They obviously were close friends for several were taken in areas that Sandy didn't recognized, presumably when the four of them were out of town together. 

Her mother was Sarah and her father went by Jim. The other couple was Jane and Elliot. There were pictures of Sarah and Elliot together, others of Jane and Jim plus other combinations. They were all taken from a few years before Sandy was born to one or two years afterwards. Obviously, Sandy never had met them - unless she was a year or so old - but she did have a faint memory of hearing their names sometime in the past. Attempting to jog that memory, she repeated the names, "Jane and Elliott, Jane and Elliot."

Helen, sitting across from her, reading, suddenly looked up and asked, "What did you say?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I ran across a whole bunch of pictures of another couple and I was trying to remember where I heard their names. Jane and Elliott."

"Those are my parent's names! Let me see one."

"Here's one of my mother with Elliott."

"My god, Sandy, that's my father! Give me another one!"

"This one is my father with Jane!" 

"That's my mother! When were these taken?"

"Like you, I was born in 1984, so around then. What on earth is going on? They obviously knew each other and, apparently, from some of them, were quite close. I don't believe this."

"Do you know where these were taken?"

"Sure, my home town, Indiana, Pennsylvania. A few were other places, but mostly there."

At that point I came into the room, attracted by their excited voices. "What's going on? I heard you two all the way up in the study!

"I was going through all of these old pictures and read the names Jane and Elliott! Those are Helen's parents and they were friends with my parents back in the 1980's. They mostly were taken back in Indiana!"

Helen added, "I never made the connection with it being your home town! It just never came up! My father was an assistant dean at Indiana University of Pennsylvania in Indiana, Pennsylvania before he moved to Evanston and worked at Northwestern. He died in 2005, just after I graduated. Remember, that's why I couldn't be in your wedding. My mother was in bad shape afterwards and I had to stay with her when she moved to San Diego because she had relatives there. She died there eight years ago. So there's no one we can ask about their relationship. This is impossible!"

I quickly made the apparent connection. "No it isn't! What was impossible was for two girls, like you two, to be born at almost the same time and look as much like twins as you two do, without some connection. What this shows is that I'm not the only man to impregnate two women at almost the same time. The obvious fact is that one of your fathers screwed both of your mothers and knocked them both up. Which was the father that did it will likely remain a mystery, but he knocked them both up! It also shows that you two actually are sisters - well, half-sisters, if that matters! You have the same father, whichever one he was."

The two women were stunned by the shocking revelation. They just stared either at each other or just vacantly into space, I couldn't tell which. Finally, Helen blurted out "You've got to be right - it's the only rational explanation...but my father or my mother? It would have had to be one or the other! Either your father screwed your mother and mine, or my father screwed my mother and yours! And, as Mack said, knocked up both of them! And you and I were talking about both of us committing adultery!!"

"Well, there may be ways of discovering which combination it was, but I really don't want to know. One of our mothers got fucked by the wrong father, but I'm glad! It got me a sister that means the world to me, and, if it was your father fucking my mother, I'd say 'Thank you to him.' And, if it was my father fucking your mother, I'd say congratulations!"

At that point, the two of them embraced each other, crying as they shared the same sentiments. Wanting confirmation of their relationship, I got a kit the next day, swabbed their gums and, a week or so later, their DNA confirmed what logic told me - they were very closely related, i.e. sisters! There was the inevitable discussion about whose father was most likely to have transgressed and which mother was most likely to have been seduced, but the pictures remained silent.



Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 07



Conclusion


The startling discovery of their parent's fortunate indiscretions was the subject of discussions for weeks, as you can imagine. To have their sisterhood confirmed scientifically, as well as emotionally, had a bigger impact, psychologically, than I would have expected. It took a while for everything to settle down. Aside from that, however, a pattern developed in which Sandy and I had our school obligations and Helen stayed home and made life easier for us by taking care of the house. She was planning to resume her professional career after the babies were born, but instead of worrying about day care when Sandy started teaching again, Helen decided that she would postpone her ambitions and be a stay-at-home mom until both children were ready for day-care. A household with two women was going to be quite convenient!

However, before we got to all of that, something unexpected happened. It turned out that if Helen had opted to stay in the suite, instead of living upstairs, it might have been somewhat crowded down there.

About three weeks after her New York field trip, Sandy received a call from Frank saying that he would be in town seeing his old adviser to wrap up some details of his dissertation research as he considered publication. Naturally, he wanted to get together, i.e. sleep with her, if they could arrange it. Sandy was hesitant and promised to call him back. Her only reservation was Helen. She asked me and I just said to check with Helen, not with me. Sandy admitted that she was a bit embarrassed, but, finally, she explained the situation. She and Frank would be spending the night in the mother suite and she felt funny with Helen here. Helen's reaction was prompt and unequivocal.

"My god, honey, this is your home – well, our home now, I guess – but, regardless, you can do what you like. If Mack is ok with you sleeping with him down there, I certainly have no objection. You told me all about your affair and I completely approve." Then, giggling, "Besides, I'll be upstairs sleeping with your, no, our husband at the same time! That's sexy!"

I came in and heard the end of their conversation and added, "I like this! Now I have two wives and if one is being screwed downstairs, I can screw the other upstairs in our bedroom!"

"Well, I guess that's fair. Frank fucked me up there and now you can have Helen!"

"Yeah, and maybe we'll watch you get fucked!"

"Don't you dare! Helen wouldn't want to see that and, besides, I'd be embarrassed if I knew both of you were watching."

Helen jumped in, asking, "What do you mean about watching? How would we do that?"

"Oh, didn't she tell you? We have a video camera set up down there so I could watch them and/or record it so we could both watch afterwards. It was fun for a while, watching Sandy being spanked, for example!"

"Mack!"

Grinning, I replied, "Oh, didn't you tell Helen about that! That was quite entertaining!"

At that point, Helen joined in, saying, "You know, I've only seen one porn film in my life and I've never seen a live sex show. It sounds like fun, particularly since I'll know the female lead!"

"Mack, I'm going to kill you!"

"Oh, come on, honey, you put on a good show and I know that you'll enjoy having a bigger audience. Call Frank and set up your rendezvous and I'll check to make sure that the camera still works."

When we were alone later, Sandy, understandably ill at ease, asked me, "Honey, were you serious about you two watching Frank and me? You and I had a lot of fun watching the recordings in the past, but that was just the two of us. I'm really afraid that Helen would be...well, shocked might be too strong, but something like that. It's one thing to know that I had an affair with Frank and another to see him fucking me. What would she think seeing me sucking him or, damn it, him spanking me! Why did you mention that? Anyway, that's not going to happen, but you know what I mean. I'm afraid that she'll think less of me! Actually, as you know, I was shocked myself when I saw things I did or heard things I said. I...I just don't know if I can be myself if she's watching."

"Look, Sandy, you do what you want. If you have concerns like that, I'll see that the camera just won't work. I don't want you to be embarrassed or inhibited. Actually, I'm sorry I mentioned anything about watching without talking about it with you first. I really was teasing and it got out of hand. Ok, the camera will be out of action unless you change your mind. We'll just tell Helen that the equipment won't work anymore."

"That makes me feel better, dear. I suppose it's silly, but it did worry me. Thank you!" The relief on her face made it evident that she had been seriously concerned.

I assumed that the issue was decided and I wasn't particularly disappointed. While Frank had Sandy in the suite, I would have Helen in our bed. I certainly had seen the porno show they put on and had stopped watching long ago, so I wasn't out anything. However, there were discussions going on of which I was not aware.

It was Helen that broached the question of whether she should watch the show. "Sandy, honey, I hope that you don't mind me watching you with Frank. I think that it would be fun. You've told me about all the things you did with him, even – it's hard to say this – ass fucking! I wouldn't have the nerve to do all the things you talked about, but seeing you with him would make it more real!"

"I don't know, Helen. It's one thing to hear about me being intimate with Frank and doing lewd things, but if you see me do them, I'm afraid that I will come off as wanton and depraved! When I, myself, think of a married woman doing the things that I did, wanton and depraved fits! I'm really afraid that you couldn't help but condemn them, even if you denied it.

"My god, Sandy! You're talking to a woman who has committed adultery quite a few times with a married man, you're husband! He's fucked my ass! I've sucked his cock! I've done other lewd things, like licking your cunt! What on earth would cause me to lower my opinion of you because I saw you doing the same things with another man? Frankly, I admire you for your courage! Now, if you would be embarrassed or just want to keep your relationship private, I absolutely agree that watching would be wrong. However, thinking that seeing you....in action, I guess....would lower my opinion of you is ludicrous!"

"I suppose that you're right, but I did things that I didn't understand afterwards. Actually, I sometimes was embarrassed when I thought of them or when Mack asked me why I did something particular. But, if you really want to watch and you promise not to think negatively about me – or laugh at me – I guess it will be ok. Mack will tease me like mad, though."

"Ok, I promise. There is one thing, however. Mack was teasing you about being spanked. Did Frank actually spank you?"

"Damn, I told Mack that I was going to kill him! That's the kind of thing that happened that I had to figure out why I did what I did and then explain it to myself as well as him. Oh, well, I might as well tell you the story, otherwise curiosity will kill you instead of him.

"The first time Frank had me in the car, I forgot to look for my panties when I got out. Frank returned them to me and said how much he had enjoyed having them to prove to himself that what he remembered actually happened. The next time we screwed, I once again didn't remember to look for my panties in the car, but this time he kept them as what I called a trophy. After that, he confiscated my panties nearly every time, saying he had a special drawer in which he was storing his collection of them. Actually, I sort of liked him doing that, but I complained about it anyway. However, one time I decided to fool him by. I took my panties off and put them in my purse before we left the party and came home – we were using the suite by then.

"I undressed, with his help, and when my skirt came off, I said, triumphantly, 'If I wear panties, something always happens to them! So, I decided that there was no purpose in wearing them if they somehow just vanish – or are stolen as souvenirs or trophies!'

"He said, quite accurately, that I would never go to the party without panties so they probably were in my purse. For some reason, I adamantly denied that he was right, and insisted that they were not in my purse. Naturally, he grabbed the purse and held it up over my head and threatened to check. I knew perfectly well how that was going to turn out. I continued to deny that the panties were in the purse, struggled to get it away from him, lost the battle, and he opened it.

"He looked at me with an 'I told you so' expression and said, 'What have we here? By god, it looks like a pair of panties. I wonder how they got in there without you knowing. Now, what do we do with naughty little girls who tell lies? I think that they deserve a spanking!' 

"That, of course is exactly what happened. I was naked and, shortly, I was over his knee having my bottom spanked, which I, obviously, wanted! I don't think that I made a conscious decision, but that's the truth – I wanted him to spank me! There was just something in me that made me want to be submissive right then.

"Actually, that was far from the first time that I had done something like that. Back in the early days of Mack's and my relationship, we had indulged in what might be called 'fun' spanking. We both knew what was going on – I would deliberately do something that he told me not to do, leading to a confrontation that resulted in him having me over his knees, my bottom bare and ripe to be spanked. Believe me, I'm certainly am not a masochist, but I ultimately admitted the obvious – being spanked turned me on and that I even enjoyed the pain and subsequent soreness that was the result. Normally I'm a strong and independent woman, but once in a while I found it to be erotic and sexually arousing to be little and weak under the control of a strong man – namely Mack! I've heard that that is a common female fantasy and it worked for me. We had stopped that after a year or so, but I guess the urge returned with a vengeance that night!"

"Did it hurt when Frank spanked you?"

"Oh, yeah! The smacks were not patty-cake-type slaps – they stung, but this was not a punitive spanking designed to give real pain. However, I'll admit that I got a bit more stinging than I had expected. My ass hated that, but my cunt loved it! And I got an incredible amount of teasing from Mack along with a threat to punish me that way. He hasn't done it, however."

"Did Frank do it again?"

"A few times, but not often. I had to be in the mood to deliberately provoke him, and he never initiated the action. And, of course, it really was consensual, and we were both really fired up afterwards!" 

I came into the room about that time and caught the tenor of the conversation. "So, talking about getting your little bottom spanked, huh? Helen, did she tell you about how cute and sexy she looked?"

Sandy jumped in before Halen could reply, threatening me with, "You had better stay out of this! You're in deep water already!"

"Now, honey, Helen should know all about your little adventure. You have to admit that 

you really looked little and cute as you struggled with him and you looked very sexy turned over his knees! Picture this, Helen. Little 5' 2+" Sandy, completely naked, stretching up on her toes, hands high up as she reached for the purse that Frank was holding tantalizingly over her head. Her body couldn't have been displayed better. Very shortly afterwards, she was face down over his knees, her curvy, plump little behind in perfect position for what was coming. It was a very erotic sight. It became even more so as he spanked her and I watched how the cheeks of her ass indented as his hand smacked down and sank in. They quivered as he did so and rebounded as if made of rubber as his hand pulled away. Her legs were kicking, there was a continual chorus of "Ouch, stop it, oooh, etc.", all followed in time by, "I'm sorry...you can keep my panties!' And watching the recording afterwards, she got hot looking at herself!"

"Mack MacAndrew, it's a good thing that you have two wives now, for you damn sure aren't getting anything from this one!"

Helen was grinning throughout this description of Sandy's experience and, obviously, taking Sandy's complaints with more than the proverbial grain of salt, responded, impishly, "Oh, I would have loved to have watched that! I've never seen anyone being spanked and it sounds like a lot of fun! Could you do that again while we're watching you tonight?"

I almost choked with laughter as Sandy jumped up and stomped out, shouting back, "Damn it, you're as bad as he is! I'm not going to be spanked for your entertainment! It's not fun, it hurts! I'm going to tear that camera off of the wall! You're a pair of voyeurs!" Her voice disappeared as she slammed the bedroom door as she got ready for her assignation. Her exit was somewhat less dramatic than she would have liked, because seeing someone her size reacting that way, gives the impression of a childish tantrum rather than high dudgeon.

Still, Helen with less experience with Sandy in these playful situations, asked, "Is she really upset? Should I go up and apologize? I was just teasing her!"

"Don't worry, dear. She's fine. She's probably a bit embarrassed by what I said, but she's not mad. She agreed with everything I said about that first spanking when we watched it and she really got excited by how sexy she looked. Don't worry."

My analysis was confirmed when a half hour later she came downstairs, looking very pretty in one of her favorite negligees. We were still sitting on the couch when she appeared with a smile on her face as she pirouetted in front of us, asking, "What do you think?"

Helen brightened as she with relief realized that Sandy wasn't unhappy. "You look lovely, honey! Have fun!"

I grinned at her and, with a wink, added, "Very nice, dear – for an old pregnant married woman!"

"Watch that 'old' buster! The woman you'll be sleeping with is the same age – and she's pregnant, too!" She kissed us both and, as she headed for the suite, she called back, "You two have fun and I'll see you in the morning."

Helen and I went upstairs into the bedroom, turned on the TV and saw Sandy sitting on the bed waiting for her lover. Helen, rather hesitantly, commented, "You know, I feel a little funny about this. Maybe Sandy is right and we are just voyeurs eager to watch her....well, committing adultery with Frank. We are spying on them with, I'll admit, a prurient interest in seeing them having sex. It just seems wrong, somehow. Exciting, but wrong."

"You're right in a way, and I had some of the same guilty thoughts when I first watched Frank fuck Sandy. It sounds a bit creepy, but I convinced myself that it was ok because Sandy wanted me to watch. We've both enjoyed it, Frank isn't being hurt and he gets to have a love affair with Sandy – but, nonetheless, it's hard to argue that it's not voyeurism. Frank might be upset, probably would be, if he knew about the camera, but I think, at least I hope, that he would accept it for what he gets out of it. Regardless, I've come to terms with it and rationalized my morality issues away. If you have real qualms, we can just turn it off."

"No, I guess my conscience is flexible enough to excuse this as it has with adultery. I still don't really understand how you've were able to be so accepting of Sandy's affair as well as your attitude toward Frank, himself. It's certainly not the traditional way to handle those things."

"Well, as far as Sandy is concerned, I never believed that she really did anything wrong. She was seduced and, frankly, I think that any woman can be seduced in the right circumstances. Even you! She didn't try to hide anything, including that it really was consensual and she was adamant that it was a one-time thing. Frank was as shocked by what had happened as she, and he apologized when they next met. It almost certainly would have ended there, but she obviously was confused. If I had told her not to do anything more, that would have been the end of it, but I told her to do what she wanted. She said she didn't know what she wanted, but she wore her diaphragm to the next party which said a lot about her unconscious desires.

"When Frank drove her home, it appeared that nothing was going to happen. Both wanted something, but neither could bring themselves to make a move. A relatively innocent question about if marks on her tits had disappeared broke the stalemate, and the affair began. Part of the reason that I could accept, actually approve, the rest of it was Frank, himself. He didn't bring her home that night with the macho attitude that he had fucked this married woman before, so she was his and he could have her again. Many men would feel that way, but he didn't. 

"It sounds bizarre to say that a man who fucked a married woman many times over close to two years actually honored her marriage, but he did. Even when they shared that final three days out on the Cape and he told her that he was in love with her, he accepted the fact that her marriage and I came first in her life. If he had been different, the smug male chauvinist type, I almost certainly would have been less tolerant and probably ended the whole affair. It will sound weird, but I actually appreciated his role in her life – mine too, of course – because he gave her such pleasure outside of her marriage that very few women get to enjoy."

"And Sandy's friends call you a saint."

"Well, that's stupid, of course. I love Sandy, her affair was a happy one, cost me nothing – certainly no loss of self-esteem – and I even enjoyed sharing her adventure with her....oh, wait, his car just pulled up in the alley. The show is on!"

A short time later, we watched Sandy open the door and greet Frank with a prolonged and quite intense kiss – actually, it was a prolonged and intense mutual kiss since both parties were really into it. The hugging and kissing finally broke up as they realized that it was still winter and the doorway was a bad place to stand. His coat came off and the hugging and kissing started again, but now it was accompanied by a more physical greeting as his hands began to rove down over her hips and up over her tits. Finally, he leaned back and pulled her negligee open and began exploring. We didn't hear what they were saying during this exchange and activity because, in a gesture, I suppose, to relieve my conscience and give them more privacy, I always had the sound turned down, particularly when they talked in bed. Their voices were recorded, but I never listened to it unless Sandy was watching with me. A sop to my conscience, I guess.

As a result, I missed the beginning of a confrontation between them. The fondling and groping continued as Sandy's negligee was opened and removed, leaving her standing there in her bra, panties, garter belt and hose. Her bra came off quickly, followed by nipple kissing and sucking as her tits were played with. Next, she lay back on the bed, raised her hips and let him pull her panties off. He threw them on the bed and undressed himself and turned to hang his clothes up. Turning back around, now as nude as she, he looked just in time to catch her grabbing her panties and hiding them under the pillows. Apparently, he asked her what she was doing and I turned the sound up just in time to hear her admit, "I'm hiding my panties! If I don't you'll steal them and this is one of my favorite pairs. I wasn't going to wear these tonight, but I forgot. I'll get you another pair if you have to have another trophy! You must have thirty pair now, anyway!"

"Actually, it's more like thirty-five, but I want those! If you had asked nicely, it would have been ok, but now I have to have those!" He dived forward and grabbed the panties by one leg opening and they began a tug of war, her refusing to give up and him threatening her with dire consequences if she didn't let go.




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 07



Helen and I looked at each other in shock as she gasped out, "What's she doing? I can't believe this!"

"I know what's she's doing, but I can't believe it either after the way she acted with us before! She's asking to be spanked and she's going to get it! I think that she wants us, particularly you, to see her being spanked. There's no way around it. Look!"

They were struggling in the bed, a battle, of course, that Sandy couldn't, and wasn't intending, to win. It was a mock battle, and I'm quite sure that Frank recognized the circumstances. They had had these confrontations before, always with the same result – Sandy being spanked, being appropriately contrite afterwards and the subsequent loving being intense. It was fun to watch it play out. They thrashed about, Frank's cock erect and bobbling about, Sandy's legs spraddled open, her cunt prominently displayed with absolutely no thought of concealment. It was an extraordinarily erotic display. Helen's eyes were glued to the screen as the panties ultimately ended up in Frank's hand and, inevitably, Sandy draped over his knees.

"My god, this is something! You were right! Her bottom is amazing. It's so curvy and soft looking! Damn, I can see why someone would like to feel and spank that. Oh, here it comes ...'smack'... that was hard! Ooh, look at it quiver as he hits it!...'smack'...You can see where his hand hits – it sort of loses its color...'smack'...when his hand sinks in, almost white, and turns red almost immediately...'smack...Oh, it must be hurting – listen to her cries!"

It went on for four or five more solid 'smacks' with Helen giving a play-by-play account, before Frank stopped and pulled Sandy up to sit on his knee. She wasn't crying, but it was obvious that it had been an ordeal. The script for the mock battle played out, with her head resting on his chest as she contritely said that she was sorry and that he could have the panties. He said that he was sorry for hurting her and hugged her body close to him. It didn't take long after that before she was on her back, legs raised with Frank between them, his cock buried to the balls in her cunt.

I had watched this show before, but, for Helen, it was the first time that she has seen that intimate embrace. Of course, she had been right there while I had done the same thing to Sandy, but this was very different. She was seeing it from a distance as opposed to being beside us and directly involved. In addition, she was watching her sister and dearest friend engaged in adulterous intercourse with another man. To see her lie there and take that man's cock inside of herself was startling despite expecting it. I had had something of the same reaction when I saw, for the first time, Frank entering Sandy.

So, she watched with rapt concentration as the fucking mounted in intensity, listening to the slap, slap, slap sound as they came together, cock plunging into cunt. The movement became more frenetic as they surged against each other, ultimately resulting in very satisfying orgasms. When they finished, she stared intently as Frank's diminishing cock pulled out of Sandy and as he moved to lie beside her. Her eyes stayed glued to the TV, almost as if hypnotized as they snuggled together in their post-coital relaxing. I honestly couldn't tell you which I found to be more fascinating, the sexual intercourse or Helen's reaction to it. 

Actually, we had not been completely inert as we watched the spanking and the following fucking. We were lying close to each other and I had begun fondling Helen even before the struggle over the panties began. My hands continued to roam over her as we watched the performance, and she joined in the action, stroking my cock as it got hotter. When the explosion was over and Sandy and Frank rested and quietly talked, I pulled away and moved over her as she eagerly spread her legs in anticipation.

I plunged into her very well lubricated cunt in one surge – no slow, bit-by-bit working in needed – and we began an urgent fucking session of our own. This was no gentle love-making. Instead, we both had bottled up our sexual energy as we watched the porn show play out in front of us and we were well down the road to orgasm very quickly. It was the same, almost liquid, slap, slap, slap sound that filled the room as we came together, she surging up at me as strongly as I pounded down into her. I had seen Frank and Sandy do the spanking-fucking clash before, but it still was extremely arousing. The big stimulus, however, was sharing the excitement with Helen.

She, of course, had never seen anything remotely similar to what was happening in front of her and I had been fascinated to notice that, as she watched, her hips were actually gently undulating in arousal while the action was still going on in the suite. As she admitted later, it was the spanking that really got to her. Seeing Sandy deliberately submitting to Frank and accepting his physical domination ran counter to her long time aversion to even being touched by men. Watching Sandy acquiescing to Frank's right to punish her – even in a semi-playful spanking – caused a reaction in Helen that she really didn't understand. One thing she didn't attempt to deny, however, was that it really turned her on!

Things slowed down a bit after that first burst of sexual energy. Downstairs, Frank and Sandy lay together, nude, discussing what had happened since their last rendezvous, including all about her sister moving in, a sister he had never heard about, of course. Upstairs, we lay together, also nude, discussing what we had just seen and, of course, Helen's feelings about it and about Frank. It was, obviously a weird situation!

Her reaction to Frank was positive. "He's nice looking and is in pretty good shape. He's only the third man that I've seen naked, so I may not be a good judge, but," giggling, "he seemed to be adequately equipped! He and Sandy certainly fit together and, even if you two hadn't told me, I would have known that they had been intimate for some time. They're just so comfortable with each other – no awkwardness between them. If I didn't know the story and just saw them together, the way they react to each other, I might have thought that they were married. Aside from brutally beating Sandy," she said with a grin, "he seems to really care for her. Yeah, if my sister is going to have a lover, he seems like a good choice!"

I laughed at her, responding, "I'm sure that Sandy will appreciate your acceptance of her lover! I don't know how much you two have talked about their feelings but I'm sure that she told you that she feels sort of bad for him. From the way she described it, it was very touching when he told her, when they were alone on the Cape, that he would love to ask her to marry him, but that he would just have to accept that she is permanently committed to her marriage and me. She loves him as more than a friend and really hopes that he will find someone else and get married for he really seems to be a good man."

"Oh, he really should. He's good looking, intelligent, a good position as a professor and, apparently, very thoughtful. He's bound to find someone."

"Hey, I have an idea! Why don't we arrange for Sandy to introduce you to him? You look like Sandy, have bigger tits which, despite your history, is a virtue, and, in general, are almost a carbon copy of her. You're even in Spanish and you've taught in college. You're officially, at least, an unattached divorcee. You're a perfect match and, most likely, his love for Sandy would easily shift to you!"

"You know, everything you said is true, but it really wouldn't be fair to him."

"What do you mean? If he fell in love with you, it would permit him to be less fixated on Sandy."

"Yes, but he would be in the same situation, loving a woman who was already committed. I may be 'officially' an unmarried divorcee, but, in reality, I consider myself to be married to a man with whom I'm in love. He would be far worse off, rejected by two women, rather than one!"

That declaration was totally unexpected. I really had been kidding about suggesting that she join with Frank for I was sure that she was part of our family now, but I was stunned with the fervor with which she declared her commitment to me. We began a love making session that was even more passionate than the intercourse that was taking place in the suite at the same time!

When both couples erupted in minutes of each other, the evening was really over. The two down below turned off the lights and curled up together for sleep while, upstairs, we prepared for bed in a more normal manner. Nonetheless, in a short time, two sets of lovers were happily asleep together.

When a man is sound asleep in bed with another woman and his wife comes in and cries out, "Wake up, you two!" the prognosis for a pleasant morning normally is not good. That is what happened to Helen and me as Sandy jumped onto the bed beside me, but her good mood was shown by the kiss she planted on me as she shook me awake. Leaving me, she did the same thing to Helen before announcing to our groggy senses, "Come on! I'll get breakfast started while you two overcome your night of wild sex!"

Shocked to a modicum of alertness, I turned to a drowsy Helen and managed to say, "Ok, dear, we'd better get going before she comes back after us. She obviously had a very good night and is on a high."

Helen managed a wry smile, answering me with, "We had a very good night, too, but I could have enjoyed a little more sleep and a less boisterous wakening. But, our mistress calls!" A quick kiss and she was off to her room while I did the necessary preparations for having breakfast – which suddenly was very appealing as the smells reached me.

When we appeared in the kitchen, we were greeted by Sandy's beaming smile as she informed us with, "You sleepy heads! It's after nine and you're just dragging yourselves down here while I've been up since before eight! I've been up, been fucked and made breakfast while you two were just wasting time!"

Surprisingly, it was Helen who replied, saucily, saying, "Mack and I are just a loving couple who watched a pornographic TV production, had a nice session of married sex and gone to sleep, only to be jarred awake by a wanton performer from that obscene program. You can't expect us to be bright and shiny after that shock!"

"Uh huh, and your eyes were glued to that program while the actors worked extremely hard to entertain you! I want you to see this!" Standing up, still wearing her negligee from last night, she stepped back and pulled it open, revealing that she wore only a bra under it. "Please note that there are no panties! I lost them last night in an epic struggle, the purpose of which was to sacrifice my body to show you the act you wanted to see! For your pleasure and excitement, I let myself be spanked! Here is the evidence of that sacrifice!" With that, she removed the negligee, turned her back, revealing a nicely reddened behind. The color had faded somewhat, but the signs of that "brutal beating" was still there. "I'll do anything for my audience!"

We sat there, stunned, for a few moments, not because of her being spanked – we had seen that – but at the audacity which she made the announcement and showed her evidence. Helen was the first to react, dropping her fork, hurrying around the table and embracing her sister. "Oh, honey, that was so sweet of you, particularly after we teased you so much. I knew that you let him catch you hiding your panties so you could be spanked for us! You really looked beautiful and sexy and it was very exciting! Thank you so much! Ooh, I love you!"

I joined the embrace, and made similar admiring and loving comments and, before we calmed down, there actually were tears of happiness in the eyes of both women. It was an amazingly emotional moment. I was pleased to tell them that the entire evening from last night had been recorded and that we could view the whole performance later – including this morning's activity since the camera was motion activated.

We settled back down to breakfast and Sandy then made an apology for her vigorous way she woke us that morning. "I could have gently awakened you, but it was more fun to jump in the way I did – I guess I was a bit high and anxious to show you my signs of valor! Actually, I would have just let you sleep but, Helen, you and I wanted to attend that recital and it starts at 11:00 AM, and we need time to get ready.

They attended their recital and decided to have lunch at Friendly's, setting up one last, unexpected event having to do with the night before. They had ordered and were waiting for their food, when Helen looked up and whispered, unsure of her news, "Isn't that Frank?"

Sandy turned around, trying not to be observed, and replied, "My god, yes! Maybe he won't see us. It might be a bit embarrassing after last night. Nope, he's seen us." Frank came up to them and looked, first at Helen and then realized that it wasn't Sandy he had seen.

Turning to Sandy, he commented, obviously without thinking, "Damn, Sandy, when you told me last night that you had a sister living with you, you didn't say that you were twins!"

Sandy ignored the faux pas, pretending that last night hadn't been mentioned, and simply said, "Helen, this is my dear friend, Frank Jackson. Frank, this, as you guessed, is my twin sister, Helen." Having no real choice, she asked, "Will you join us?" He, of course, accepted the invitation, Sandy moved over to sit beside Helen, and they had what turned out to be a pleasant, quite convivial, lunch. There was no more reference to last night!

Helen commented that she had heard a great deal about him from Sandy, all of it good, leaving him to wonder just how detailed that information had been. He learned that Helen had just been divorced and he replied that she would be surrounded by suiters once the word got around. Sandy noticed his eyes going to Helen's tits and laughingly joked, "Yes, she has certain attributes that tend to attract attention!" That comment seemed to lighten the atmosphere and their conversation became easier. So for an hour they talked about Spanish, career objectives, Helen's desire to teach again, etc. Very easy and friendly – no awkwardness at all.

The only jarring note was when they were saying goodbye, Frank casually said to Sandy that he would see her at the fall Northeast conference and she broke the news. "I'm sorry, Frank. I should have told you that I won't be teaching the fall semester or going to the conference. I'm expecting a baby in September."

Sandy and Helen told me that for a moment Frank looked as if he had been hit on the head with a mallet. It had to be running through his mind that he had fucked a pregnant married woman last night. Even more, he had spanked her after wrestling her panties away from her! They said, however, that he rallied quickly and congratulated her on the news with some very sincere best wishes. At that point, Helen, thoughtfully, visited the ladies room to leave them alone for a few minutes. They stepped outside where his comments were much less formal and much more affectionate and included a brief, loving kiss. As they finally parted, Sandy looked at him meaningfully and said, "We can get together at the MLA meeting next spring!" 

Apparently, his eyes lit up at the clear indication that their affair would continue, and he simply replied, "Count on it!"

There was one final discussion about Frank that was significant. When they got home, Sandy remarked that Helen and Frank had been very friendly and Helen replied that he seemed to be an extremely nice person, both while the three of them were together, but also the way he had acted with Sandy the night before. Sandy said that she had been really impressed by what she saw as the chemistry between the two of them, particularly the way Helen responded to his interest in her plans. Then, probably not surprising, Sandy made the same proposal that I had made last night – perhaps Helen could replace Sandy as Frank's love interest.

At that point, Helen stopped her and called me into the room. "Sandy just suggested that I might replace her in Frank's affection, the same thing you proposed last night. Now, I am touched that both of you are thinking about me and my future and you want the best for me and, I assume, for Frank. I told Mack what I thought of the idea and I'm going to make it as clear as I can to both of you! Frank is a good man and I hope, as you do, that he finds someone who he can love as he loves Sandy now. However, that someone is not me!! It may not be sanctioned by any government or church, but I consider myself to be married to a man with whom I am in love, namely Mack! My dearest friend and sister and I both love the same man and Sandy is wife number 1 and I'm wife 1A, but as long as you two will have me, this is what I want! This is my home with the ones that I love! Is that clear?"

That statement, loudly and firmly made, erased any further thought of a Frank-Helen romance and led to a long period of hugging and kissing. The idea of Helen with any other man, or woman, was never raised again.

Following her pronouncement and the emotional interlude afterwards, Helen continued, "Ok, now that we have settled the question of palming me off on Frank, why don't we look at that recording you made of some far more interesting activities!" We retired to the bedroom, undressed and lay on the bed prepared to watch our own porno film, staring that well-known and sexually experienced actress, Sandra MacAndrew!

It was fun (and sexy) watching it with Sandy whose running commentary was occasionally amusing and frequently erotic. The scenes of the spanking were even more arousing when she watched herself in action. "That was lousy acting, wasn't it? I was so blatantly making sure that he caught me! He had to know that I was faking it in that 'struggle' – how phony! I might as well have just asked him to spank me. I hope you two appreciate what I was doing for you!"

"Oh, sure! Just for us! Remember, I've seen you do that little act before and you wanted to be spanked because it turned you on! If we had a close-up, I'll bet that your cunt was dripping!" 

"Now, don't be mean! Look, he's turning me over. You can see that I really wasn't struggling, preparing to be beaten to assuage your perverted need to see me punished! Damn, I do look cute, don't I? I look so small and vulnerable – innocent and defenseless! What a brute he is. Look at the way he's abusing me. That hurt! Forgetting how it hurt, it is fascinating how the flesh seems to give way as his hand smacks down and rebounds as it raises back up! Now, the fun part! Pitiful little mistreated woman, dejected and remorseful, clings to the man who has just beaten her! What an act! 

"No, damn it, it really isn't completely an act! I honestly did feel pleasantly submissive and meek. It's a funny feeling as I watch myself, but it was, in a way, real! I would expect to be furious at being mistreated that way if it weren't an act, but maybe I still would feel submissive after a real spanking. Or, maybe, I would be gleeful that my act had been a good one and that I had conned him into feeling manly and powerful by controlling me when I actually had manipulated him. Whatever. I do have a feeling that my reaction would have been the same even if it had been an actual, hard spanking – submissive and docile. It's a weird feeling for an independent-minded woman. Still, even if it hurt and my response hard to understand, I'll admit that it excited and aroused me! And I know that you two enjoyed watching what I still insist was a sacrifice for your pleasure!"

"Well, honey, I've never been in that position, but, regardless of your feelings or your motivation, you really did look cute! Your bottom looks so curvy and is so bouncy when it is spanked – very sexy!"




Sandy, Mark and Helen Ch. 07



I looked at her and said, "Remember, you have the same curvy and bouncy little ass that Sandy does! It might be fun to see if you have the same reaction! I probably would enjoy finding out!"

"No thank you! I know just what it looks like and I have Sandy's description of how it affected her. That's enough for me! Anyway, Sandy dear, I appreciate your sacrifice. Mack may question your motivation, but I'll show my gratitude and try to help your bottom recover. I'll even kiss it to make it feel better!"

"Ooh, that sounds wonderful! See, Mack, she's nice – I'm glad we're keeping her!" 

"I can think of a lot better reasons to be glad of that! Come on, we've admired your little ass and Helen has given you more credit than you deserve. Let's move on."

In the next scene, Frank mounted Sandy and we could clearly see his cock enter her cunt and begin to pummel her. Both of them were more than ready after the spanking. It was particularly arousing as Frank paused and, grasping her legs, placed her ankles on his shoulders and began to drive downwards, directly into her cunt. We could see his cock glistening from her lubrication as he drew it out before plunging back in.

Sandy gasped out, "My god, I don't remember that! I was so lost in the action, being fucked, that everything was a blur! I'm being squashed, but look at me! Man, I'm going wild! I'm squirming all over the place and I'm bumping up and down against him! And, damn, look at the way he's going in and out of me! You know, we've recorded him screwing me quite a few times, but it was never like this! Oh, here we go – he's coming in me and I'm going off, too! Wow!"

Helen and I had seen that action as it occurred, but it was more impressive as we saw it repeated on the recording. We had been active ourselves, so we hadn't concentrated completely on Sandy and Frank at the time. "You may be right, dear. I certainly don't remember anytime that you two went wild like that! Helen, you are watching a record performance!"

"I would think so! I've never seen anything like it. Gods, of course I haven't! It is the first time I have ever seen a man other than Richard and Mack naked, much less fucking, so how can I judge! Still, even I can see that this is special! Good heaven, this is exciting! If that's what happens after you've been spanked, I just may have to try it!"

"Unfortunately, as you know, I've been spanked a number of times but this is unique in my experience. The astounding thing is that I wasn't even aware at the time that anything special was going on. It was very good and I was completely lost in it, but, when we recovered later, I wasn't aware of hitting any new heights. We had better keep this recording to look at it again! I excite myself just looking at it!"

"Oh, I'm sure that we'll revisit this recording. I'll download it onto a DVD to be sure it's not deleted somehow."

We ran through much of what was left of the recording rapidly because it mostly was of Sandy and Frank cuddling together on the bed, quietly talking. Some of the conversation was about bringing each other up to date (including the announcement of Sandy's previously unmentioned sister) and some of it was sincere loving words. We fast forwarded past most of that, stopping to watch a second, more average fucking session before they, again, cuddled together and, soon, were going to sleep. Helen and I had prepared for bed in a more traditional way (nightgown, pajamas) and had joined them in sleep – but on a different bed. An adulterous couple sleeping together downstairs, another one upstairs. Or was our declaration of being husband and wife remove that stigma from Helen and me?

The following morning, the camera had come on automatically and recorded the lovers waking up and, after a kiss or two, disappearing into the bathroom while showering, etc. The next scene showed them on the bed, engaging in some sucking and licking and, finally, another fucking session. As Sandy said later, both were well aware that their times together would be further apart in the future, particularly with her being pregnant – although she hadn't divulged that information to him at that time. The sex was followed by a long, lingering goodbye and Sandy hurrying upstairs to waken the "sleepy heads," as she called us. 

It had been an eventful time. Helen had seen Sandy in just about the most intimate situation possible – adulterous sex with a lover – and had met that lover without the slightest negative or pejorative thought. Perhaps, however, the most important result was the mutual commitment between Sandy and me to Helen and she to us. If there had been even a scintilla of doubt of that commitment on Helen's part before, it had been removed by her unequivocal statement about Frank. Equally, our reaction to her declaration showed our devotion to her. This was her home.

Epilogue

That was just about the end of anything new as far as our actions were concerned. Our lives had changed dramatically since Sandy had received that letter from Helen. We, of course, had no idea of the changes that would result of that seemingly insignificant event. Yet, in a relatively few months, Helen had gone from just being a friend from ten years ago to becoming a beloved member of our family, she firmly committed to us and we equally committed to her.

By the end of April, both women's pregnancies were clearly apparent. Sandy continued teaching until the end of the semester, as planned, with no problem, being only about five months along at that time. So in most ways, life went on as before. Two and three-way sex continued until it became inconvenient, if not realistically undesirable, and, even then, hands and mouths still worked. Everything went amazingly well with no sickness or major discomfort for the mothers-to-be. Finally, in late September, again as planned, two baby boys were delivered to two mothers who shared a hospital room before proudly coming home with our children.

The babies were almost identical and if it hadn't been for their ID bracelets, they well could have been mixed up. Considering that the mothers were so similar and that the boys had the same father, that similarity might have been expected. However, with that secret ability mothers seem to have, they each always knew their own, although perhaps it didn't really matter since each really had two mothers, one father and were raised as brothers – which, of course, they actually were. A happy family of five – me, my two wives and my two sons! Could I ask for more? Well, maybe a girl or girls later? We'll see!