2 comments/ 93426 views/ 21 favorites Handjob Helen By: wehstar Helen scowled in her husband's direction while Jennifer flirted with him unashamedly as he refilled her glass. A jealousy built within her that he would rather spend time talking to some airhead blonde rather than fend off the sexual advances of drunken men, half of them supposed friends of his. Perhaps he liked the idea in some way, the reason Helen was receiving this attention was the way she was dressed; a short white mini and pink top left little to the imagination. David had actually made her dress that way, she recalled 'Jennifer will be there, you know Nathan's new girlfriend. She's a real looker, I don't want you to put me to shame. I want everyone to know that I have a sexy wife'. Truth be told, David did have a sexy wife, and all of his friends knew that only too well. With enticing brown eyes and hair, Helen had kept a slim and very desirable little body into her early thirties: she really could carry a miniskirt like that off. Despite this she had a feeling that there was little competing with the busty Jennifer, ten years younger and with Barbie style blonde hair and blue eyes. Perhaps after almost fifteen years of dutiful and faithful marriage David would be tempted to stray. In recent years he had encouraged her to try out new sexual things: out had come handcuffs, dildos, pornography. Even on last year's holiday they had sex in the open air one night on a deserted beach; but was there something missing? More and more David had been pushing Helen to tell him about her most secret, sluttiest fantasies. After the party David drove them both towards home. He had not been drinking, but Helen was more than a little tipsy and not necessarily in the best of moods. They began to argue about his flirting with Jennifer, and had been for about five minutes as they drove, when a momentary suggestion changed the course of the evening. "Just having fun? Oh sure, yeah. So you're telling me that you don't want to sleep with her?" Helen screeched as they drove, her tone piercing the privacy of the car. "Helen, we were just having fun. That's what people do at a party. Not everyone's as boring as you! Some people are capable of acting on impulse," David retorted; having been put on the defensive, he was turning the pressure onto her, shifting criticism and blame. Helen wasn't standing for that. Clearly and boldly she made her claim, a strong sense of determination apparent in her voice. "Hell, David. I can do anything I want, anytime I want." Something changed in David's attitude when he heard this last statement. Perhaps he was wondering if he could prove her wrong, but there was a rolling in his eyes as a new thought process began to build in his head. Slowing the car down, he peered over at a pedestrian walking by the side of the street, probably making his way home from one of the bars they had just passed. It was difficult to tell in the dark, but the man looked like a respectable type. He walked cleanly paying attention to the pavement up ahead. His mid-length jet black hair was short and tidy, whilst his clothing was clean and well presented. When the car parked about twenty yards ahead of the man's path, Helen was left wondering why on earth they had stopped. "Well if you're so open, how about this. The guy walking up behind us; rub him off." Helen looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to do or say. This request came out of the blue. It was a shocking suggestion, and out of character, though their relationship had been changing lately. It seemed every couple of months David would come up with something different for her to do. She loved it when he had new ideas for her, and now this suggestion was exciting her. The thought of her hand out of the window and bringing a stranger off in the street whirred around in her head, emitting a physical response. "Go on. You know you want to," David goaded her, pushing to see if she would go back on her statement. It was true she wanted to do something like that, he knew it. Only a few days ago he had made her tell him about it whilst she sucked on his cock. She stared back at him; he just glared back, a cool stare in his eyes. There was no way Helen was going to let him win; she would show how spontaneous she could be. Noticing the man getting close in the wing mirror, she took a deep breath before winding down the window with a determined, if apprehensive, look on her face. "Excuse me, sir." This was it, she had made first contact. Normally there would be no way she would be doing this, though a combination of factors helped her through it. Helen would not let her husband win this argument, her resolve stood firm. It was something of a fantasy of her's, and to make it a seedy public event only increased the turn on of a forbidden taboo. Perhaps the most important reason behind deciding to go through with it was that she was drunk; under normal circumstances Helen would have been far too shy to entice a stranger into their trap in such an open manner. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, Helen sat back in her seat with the window still down. Taking in a few deep breaths as she thought through what to do, she was unaware of her hands gently rubbing up and down on the outside of her thighs, nor the wicked grin that showed on her drunken face. The man had stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her call. Peering through the open window, he virtually had to put his nose inside the car to see who had called him. He noticed the steel-faced David in the drivers seat before his attention was grasped by the sluttily dressed Helen smiling up at him. "I was wondering if you could help me... with a little problem," Helen's voice was sweet and innocent almost like a little girl asking for help. "Sure..." replied the stranger in a soft, inquisitive tone. Obviously this was a slightly odd scenario. He had probably resolved that they were just going to ask for directions, but all the same this must have had an ominous feel to it. "Could you open the door for me please?" The request was an awkward one, her voice tentative. The man looked puzzled, but opened the door after a brief pause. Seeing the man closer now, the guy appeared to be in his mid thirties. His hand on the door handle revealed a plain, solid looking wedding ring. The quality of his grey jacket was good; he took a pride in his appearance. As the door opened, Helen elegantly slid out of the passenger seat, standing at the edge of the car. With the short skirt showing off her legs, David watched intently at his wife's efforts to seduce a stranger for the first time. If he was nervous about it, it didn't show much: but if anybody were to watch closely enough it would be apparent that David's poker face could not completely hide his tension. He admired her body proudly. Stood facing the silent stranger, Helen moved forward, and suggestively stroked her hand across the length of the doorframe. Caressing it as though it gave her pleasure, her hand inched closer to him. As she leaned closer, the man's eyes widened as her tight low cut top exposed her cleavage. Her manner was obvious for all to see whilst she acted like a whore trying to advertise her services. "Do you think I am attractive?" The man was surprised and taken aback by her leading question. That doesn't mean to say that all surprises are bad, and by the way he eyed her body it was obvious that he craved her firm body. Unsure what to do he looked nervously around the street. It was empty at the time, but for how much longer remained uncertain. As he looked left then right, he discretely slipped his ring into his pocket whilst reaching for his wallet. He peered into the car, trying to make out the driver, mistaking him for a pimp. "How much is this going to cost me?" he asked, trying to remain respectful. It was obvious that he would never normally seek out this kind of rendezvous. David's response was cool. All the time he kept his emotions in check. He silently watched to see how far the scene will unfold, to see how far his wife would go to push this latest of sexual boundaries to be broken. He played along with the stranger's assumption. "The whore is free tonight. She is in slut training. Use her as you will." Helen was surprised to hear such words coming from her husband's mouth. He spoke in a monotone manner, using dull yet slightly stinging syllables. She had never heard him speak that way before. As she stepped back into the car, her skirt rode up her thighs as she stooped to enter. Feeling a hand on her arse she paused, her inaction willed the stranger to feel her cheeks. She faced David as she experienced the stranger roughly caressing the ridge between her cheeks. If Helen were not clothed his stubby fingers would have threatened her orifice: in fact had he just slid his hand up her tight-fitting little skirt it would have been easy for him to lift her knickers to one side. Part of her wanted him to, though the fact that she was frozen in position had as much to do with apprehension and fear as an invitation. "David...the guy is touching my arse? What should I do?" she looked at him seeking reassurance, approval, protection even? David reached out to her, holding her face strong and firm while stroking her hair lovingly. They looked into each others eyes, they both knew they could pull out if they wanted to: but they didn't want to pull out. They both wanted to continue. They were sharing a moment of excitement and this was the only opportunity they had. Were they to try this again it would not be quite so new, so dirty, so deliciously forbidden. "How does it make you feel? Are you excited? Are you moist?" David asked. Helen knew exactly how to respond to a question like that. It was one he asked so often in their bedroom dirty talk. "Oh yeah. I am excited, so wet, I need to play with cock so bad," she replied just loud enough for the stranger to hear the filth coming from her mouth. Helen knew she wanted to rip off the pants of the guy who was taking liberties with her, groping and squeezing "Well then I suggest that you make him cum. I'd like to see you jerk this guy off," David's tone was commanding. He spoke in a low, husky voice that turned his wife on no end. "That is, if you're not too boring..." he teased, reminding her of the point she was trying to prove in this little power game. With that Helen turned back to the stranger. As she moved he released his grip on her almost perfect rear. He moved back a little as Helen provocatively shifted toward him. She seemed to have so much energy, so turned on that the only thing that mattered was the fulfillment of fantasy. For the first time in her life, she was going to get her hands on another man's cock. Helen looked and acted like an insatiable little slut, and she loved every minute of it. "I want to play with your cock. I want to feel your hard shaft in my hand and to see the look on your face as I pleasure you." As she spoke she cupped at his crotch through his pants. She rubbed on him through his grey trousers, and in a matter of seconds she felt his cock begin to expand. A small smile began to work its way from the corner of her mouth, a confirmation of her success. Raising her index finger, she jabbed into where the growth was beginning to show through the dark material. She slowly caressed her finger along the length of his snake. Her husband's attention was fixed on her finger as she teased the fortunate stranger to a full erection. A small triangular shape formed in his pants, his rod striving to break throught he material. Helen's finger moved up from the bottom of the man's fly, along the metallic zip line and up to the zipper. The motion was just slow enough to tease the stranger before she eased the zip open. Apart from some heavy breathing, the silence in the air was enough to hear the fly unzip. A restrained gulp was heard from the man as Helen put her hand inside his trousers; for the first time he could feel the warmth of her skin on his dick. As she yanked on his cock, exposing it to the cold night air, the man took a half step toward her. He closed the door as much as he could to hide the sordid details of this unusual public encounter from any prying eyes in the darkness beyond. The stranger exclaimed his concern in a hushed brisk statement. "Somebody will see. Can we go somewhere more private?" Helen looked at her husband as though to seek guidance on what best to do, in addition to confirm his consent to her lewd behaviour. "Here's just fine. I think you need to finish what you started. Take as long as you dare." David's reply was a cocky, confident command. He was playing with her emotions. She looked directly back at her husband, a hint of determination in her eyes. She would not be beaten, after all this WAS her fantasy; in reality it had been her idea not his. David's tone was cold and instructional; she would prove to him exactly what she was capable of if she put her mind to it. Turning back to the man, her face was so close to his penis that it loomed large, pulsating before her. Taking her hand she guided it to the left, delighted at the stranger's gasp at the reintroduction of stimuli. "Oh no, baby. I can't wait for anything like that. I NEED to do this now," Helen teased the stranger. Grabbing the guy's cock she noticed a shadowy figure pass by whilst she pumped away with her hand along the strangers length. All three people in and around the car almost stopped still, attempting to hide what was blatantly unravelling. The silhouette was gone almost immediately, and the fear of nearly being caught added to everybody's excitement. As Helen diligently worked away the first droplets of semen began to form a sticky residue on his tip. As she worked his length the precum caught on her fingers forming a natural lubricant between them and his ever-sensitive prick. Encouraged and aided, her hand glided over his cock at a quickening pace. The stranger had tried to stay silent but could now be heard clearly trying to keep his moans to a minimum in order not to attract attention. "Hmmmm. God yes. Hhhh" the man cried, trying to keep his ecstatic groans as quiet as he could whilst Helen mercilessly pumped on his fat cock. He began to spurt, thick creamy spunk gushed out down the length of his cock and over her fingers; like a slow volcanic eruption. The lava spilling down the phallic mountain engulfing anything in its path all the way down his shaft and over her fingers. As it flowed away she milked the remaining cream from him with a few firm squeezes. Her grip pushed the remaining spunk from the bottom to the top, spilled out over the tip. "My, my. You must have been waiting on that for some time..." Almost as though speaking to a child, Helen toyed with the man verbally. Suddenly the stranger pulled his piece back into his trousers, ashamedly covering himself. Funny how a guy's sense of reason returns once his baser instincts have been fulfilled. As Helen wiped her sticky hand on her clothing, the grateful stranger walked around to the driver's door, where husband had been calmly watching the incident unfold. "How much do I owe you?" he askeds David. Obviously he didn't want to get into any confusion with some lowlife pimp. Better safe than sorry. "You want to pay for that pathetic performance? Like I said she is in training. Put your money away friend. You should spend it on something worthwhile." David mocked Helen's efforts. He had been supportive of her, but there was a sense of frustration obvious in his manner. Sensing some form of anger building, the stranger disappeared off into the night with admirable haste. "What was that? You just wiped the cum off your hand! Next time I want you to play with it, I want to watch you lick it off your fingers," he instructed her. "Next time?" Helen enquired, not so much offended as shocked. David confirmed his stance, as though the situation was simplistic. "You enjoyed it you little slut! Do you deny it?" There was silence, a guilty admission that she had enjoyed what she had done. It had started out as a dare, an argument of sorts; he had provoked her to do it. But she enjoyed it. Would there be a next time? Yes. She hoped so. After the pause he continued to speak, taking her silence as an answer. "Fine. Next time I want you to talk dirty, tell the guy how much you like it. OK!" He was forceful in what he said, but at the same time it was understood that there was no requirement. When the time came, if she didn't want to, then it would be her choice. Her husband had instructed her that it was his wish, a twisted fantasy to see her act like such a slut; to use her hand to pleasure strangers to climax, people that they would never see or hear from again. Turning the key in the ignition, David set off from the secluded back street location. The consequences of what had just occurred sank into both their minds. Headed towards home, they travelled in silence, contemplating. Eventually it was Helen that broke the silence. "Next time? When will the next time be?" He replied, "Whenever you are ready." "Well what about now. Tonight...again." Her tone was tentative, as though asking for permission. At the same time a sense of high pitched excitement could be detected in her voice. David instructed that this time he wanted her to put on a good show, to show him how much she enjoyed it. Seemingly in a hurry, he took the next left and then a right, desperately searching for a secluded spot. They would strike again whilst the iron was hot. The residential streets were just a little too busy, every possible target was a little too risky, too much in the open, but David seemed determined to find a way. If they could not find a 'victim', then maybe somebody would find them. After passing a shop that seemed to have virtually no business at that time of night, they pulled into the car park around the back. There were two parked cars already there, with no owners in sight. When David turned the ignition off, the car was plunged into darkness, the world around them became a little easier to see. Perhaps a waiting game would work: but would a fish take the bait? After only a few minutes, they spotted a single man entering the deserted car park. He looked like a legitimate target; younger than the last man, probably mid twenties, stocky build with a 5'10 frame. Gel kept the blond hair in position. Helen stepped out of the car as the man approached, a look of intent in her eyes. David's attention grew as he watched Helen shift down her top to reveal a little more cleavage before she pulled up her already short skirt a little. She looked like a complete slut. Anybody meeting her for the first time would not be altogether surprised by tonight's showings, and she was growing into the part with more excitable energy than she ever would have expected from herself. As the stranger approached it was clear that he was trying not to be too obvious about his glances towards Helen out of the corner of his eye. A red-blooded male is a red-blooded male, and an attractive brunette showing more flesh than she should is always going to attract attention. "Hey stranger, " Helen called to him, "I was wondering if you could help me out with a little problem..." She had used the same line on the guy earlier, and it had worked. The difference this time was that she was more confident with it. The man stopped dead in his tracks, as Helen sat back down in the passenger seat and disappeared into the car. She noticed the stranger tentatively approach, and made a cautious glance over to David, who intently watched Helen's every move in silence. This was it, consolodation upon what had happened before. It was almost exactly the same as thirty minutes before. They both knew that this guy wouldn't be able to resist the offer either. The stranger arrived at the door, and peered inside curiously, keeping a little distance from the situation. Helen made a bold move towards him, invading his concept of personal space. Handjob Helen "Can I help you?" the stranger asked. He spoke in a smooth and friendly Irish accent. "Oh I'm sure you can," Helen replied, making no attempt to cover up her looking him up and down, while she licked her lips and leant forward in that low cut top. Anybody would be forgiven for thinking she was going to eat the guy alive, judging by the way she eyed him with her tongue moving over her red lips in that manner. As Helen spoke she stretched out her hand, and placed it flat on his stomach, leaving the stranger confused a little as he stoods motionless. "You see my husband is driving me around town making me give out free hand jobs." She moved her right hand down from his shirt and to his trousers, taking a good healthy grip at his pants. "You don't mind if I play with your dick do you? I think we will both like it." As the zip sounded Helen guided her hand into a stranger's pants for the second time that night. The stranger glanced into the car, with an inquisitive look towards David. "What can I say? It turns out my wife's a whore, you'd best use her like one." David replied, their behaviour much more confident than their last encounter. Motivated by Helen's hands on his cock and the straight dirty talk, the stranger dropped his pants to his ankles with gusto. His cock semi-erect and growing rapidly whilst Helen pawed at its underside, she was amazed at the size of it. Now Helen had not had too many sexual partners to compare against, but this guy - well let's just say was a handful. She moved two of her fingers against the length of his semi erect prick, watching it rise to full attention before her eyes. The stranger knew full well his enviable size and noticed looking down a look of almost childlike surprise and excitement on her face. "You like what you reeled in, eh?" teased the man. Helen looked up at the stranger, with his pronounced Irish accent, and replied. "Plenty enough for a little slut to work on, Mister. I'm a lucky girl." "Well then spank my cock you little whore, get to it, I've not cum in almost a week." He matched the dirty talk coming from Helen's mouth. Helen retorted by pointing out that this could soon be rectified as she followed his directions, suddenly slapping the stranger's beast, causing him to yelp out in excitement. Holding the four fingers of her hand flat and together as though to form a paddle, she laughed a little as she spanked his cock, watching it flop around from left to right as she made gentle but firm contact. She called to her husband to watch how she made such a big cock move so elegantly as she gained a little rhythm, the stranger letting out groans of satisfaction all the while. The bloke's hands lowered themselves from a tight grip on the car roof as a beep was heard from the horn of a passing car that was gone before they could react. The moment though was not lost, perhaps even the levels of excitement increased, as the stranger's hands roamed down to Helens tits, cupping and squeezing them through her little top. "That's it Mister, you like my tits? You like it too, don't you David? Is this what you wanted to see, a man fondling your slut wife's tits?" The blond stranger lowered his hands in behind the material of Helen's top, easing it down her chest so that her breasts hung out over the top of the material. David had earlier instructed her not to wear a bra, revealing her flesh so readily. The man began to play with Helen's ripe nipples, squeezing and rolling them between fingers and thumb. Helen let out a little squeal of delight under bated breath as she matched his nipple play by gripping the head of his cock and twisting it slightly, pulling the man slightly closer to her. Then she held her fingers across his shaft, flicking with her wrists and moving up and down. All the while she called out to her husband, telling him how she loved to play with the stranger's cock like a sex-starved bitch. She felt a hand from the driver's side reach her for arse cheek. As David intently watched, unable to keep his hands off her, Helen increased her pace gradually as she worked the big man's cock up and down to the rhythm that the guy fondled her tits with. As small droplets of cum emerged from his prick, her increased energy put into the jerking motions sent splatters flying through the air like threatening raindrops onto Helen's lap. She was encouraged by the sight of it, and by the grip on her tits from the stranger, and her husband's hand rubbing her arse. "Oh, fuck yes, David, he's going to cum. I'm gonna draw out every drop of spunk I can from those big balls." Working away with her right hand, Helen's left hand cupped at the stranger's sack, rolling his bollocks to the tune of her fingers. "Come on big boy, drench me with cum. I want it now. Give it to me!" She was beginning to raise her voice, demanding a climax to this semi public session. The stranger groaned, his balls tightening suddenly as they responded to her fingers, squeezing out the juices within. By now the stranger's hands had moved from her breasts and onto her hair, holding her tightly as he reached a release. Helen guided his cock to her tits, squeezing and pulling at it. "Oh yeah. Watch me David, watch me make a stranger leave goo all over my ripe tits. You like me acting like a fucking whore don't you? Makes you feel better does it David? Something to tell your friends about eh? None of their women are kinky little cum-sluts like me, eh?" As the guy spewed onto her chest Helen held firm as each contraction shot more onto the creamy puddle forming on her skin. The guy said he hadn't cum in a while and the evidence was to be seen. When he was spent she released what had become and almost vice-like grip as his prick began to soften. To her husband's beaming delight, she ran her fingers over her soppy jugs, rubbing cum into her skin . The stranger's eyes were like coals as he stared at Helen's glistening fingers on her chest. Her tits rippled whilst she massaged her tits, knowing how it would turn on her intended audience. She played with her boobs like a pro, the guys could have been watching the end of a porno scene. David leaned over with a desire to share a private moment with Helen while the guy zipped up his pants. "OK, she's got what she wanted. Now fuck off Irish!" David exclaimed, at which the man slinked off ashamedly into the night. David moved up close to Helen. "Did you like it?" he whispered into her ears, his breathing irregular in the excitement. Helen nodded her confirmation, to which her husband told her to touch herself. Eager to please, to prove herself a worthy slut, she moved her hand down her body. Hooking her fingers up under her miniskirt, she clawed at her pussy lips and clit through her knickers. Closing her eyes she noticed the ignition turning as the engine noises kicked in again. "Play with yourself a little, slut. Keep yourself in the mood. I want to see more." The car was driven around town, though this time, unlike before, there is no consideration of the route home. In fact they were heading solely on a mission to find fresh participants in such an unlikely removal of sexual boundaries. Perhaps this night would be the start of many where Helen's desire to play with new cock, and David's need to watch would drive them to take more and more risks in a bid to reach tonight's level of arousal. Just as easily this was a one off, a single night where the rules of their relationship had been removed by mutual consent to fulfill a secret and longing need for excitement. At this stage only one thing was certain: this night was not over yet. Eventually David pulled into the side of a park, Helen's passenger door pointed towards a group of young men, probably eighteen to twenty, sat at a bench drinking and acting rowdy. As the vehicle stopped, they look at each other, and Helen knew what she had do, what she yearned to do, to take this mission a step further than before. Hell, she had done so much today it felt like she was invincible. She was about to wind down the window and embark on another crusade when David reaches out to stop her. She paused. Had he changed his mind? He reached for the glove box, and took out a marker pen. Helen understood, this was nothing knew. He had marked her before with degrading comments and claims of ownership. For some reason she liked an element of humiliation in the bedroom, though she could not explain it. David brushed aside her hair and took the pen to her forehead, where he wrote: 'Hand job Helen: Slut Loves To Give Hand Relief' "You will bear this signal of your intention for the rest of the night, to make clear your purpose," he told her, "Now go and put on a good show." She opened the passenger side door for the third time that busy night. All manner of emotions charged and running high. The car's sudden arrival in the remote area had not gone unnoticed and when Helen shifted her weight and hung her legs from the side she drew attention, the group of men stirred; this looked interesting. Helen knew she must entice one of them to her if she was going to maintain tonight's indulgence. Spreading her legs she carried on where she had left off, touching herself. This time her audience was not restricted to her husband. The crowd of virile young stags had their full attention on the brazen performance. A clamour of hushed words and pointing towards the car could be detected from the short distance between the park bench and the car. Knowing she probably now had a choice of willing participants she looked at the crowd and motioned 'come hither' with her finger. From their position they didn't notice the slightly nervous shaking of her finger. There was a rise of excited chattering amongst the group when she invited them over, and a lot of banter and jockeying. After a few seconds one of the men began to walk confidently towards the car, immediately followed by one of his friends. "What have we here?" the first man asked whilst his friend admired Helen's body, who by now had toned down her little performance, curious to see what would happen next. "Dressed up like a slut isn't she!" his friend retorted, "Good looking, how old do you think she is? Thirty?" The first man acted like he was the 'natural leader' in their group. Noticing the markings on Helen's forehead, she sat motionless as he reached out. His tanned hand on her head moved her hair aside, and he read the writing on her forehead out loud. "Well, we're sure to have a good time with you then, 'Handjob Helen!'" Saying nothing, Helen reached out with both hands, grinning at their reaction as she directly took a handful of each guy. A macho bravado prevented any other reaction they might have had, other than to encourage this obviously wild, slutty woman who had happened across them tonight. She massaged almost roughly their now growing bulges in their pants, toying with penis and balls in each hand through the material. Teasing them to see how these cocky and arrogant men would react, she quietly worked on them both. "That's right Helen, you know what to do..." "Mmm, come on then bitch, let's get my dick out." The first guy, the one who appeared to be the leader, unbuttoned his pants, dropping them around his ankles. Helen looked at the second guy, who wasn't about to be beaten, also lowered his. There, in front of her face, staring at her with intent, were two young cocks eager to be milked. Continuing her work Helen took them in hand, and began to build a rhythm pulling and pushing each in sequence, almost like a sprinter moves their arms in precise thrusting motions. The guys beckoned her to continue, telling her she was a good little slut. They called out to David in the driver's seat, telling him how good his wife's technique was. Everybody there revelled in the dirty semi-public forbidden acts taking place on the edge of the public park. The guys told her how good it felt, how they were going to cum all over her. As she continued to pleasure them both, bringing them closer to a climax, they made rude, insulting remarks, all of which Helen seemed to revel in. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other with their verbal humiliation of her. "That's it lady. Is that how your husband gets his kicks, seeing you tag teaming strangers like a pro?" "Are you a dirty wife Helen? Do you want to be drenched in spunk?" "Touch that cock. Rub it harder, work it slut!" "Do you have kids Helen? Is Mommy a filthy bitch? How respectable!" "You know when we're done with you, our friends are gonna want to rape your white arse. Would you like that?" Helen never replied, never looked at their faces, but continued to look at the dicks she was massaging. She seemed to be responding to the dirty talk with an increased vigour to her efforts. It looked like her hands and fingers would soon to begin to ache. As she did the man to her left, he took out his phone and held it above her face. He was recording a video clip of her acting like a depraved slut, and decided to add a commentary as she furiously yanked away at them. She noticed the camera built into the phone. Under normal circumstances Helen would be afraid to show her face. Right then, in the heat of the moment, an exhibitionistic streak overcame her better judgment, and she looked provocatively into the camera. "Look what we have here; a filthy MILF slut trawling for guys late at night. You want spunk over your precious little face don't you Mom? Getting some hot excitement splattering all over you, eh?" the guy was obviously planning to flaunt the footage to his friends. They talked aloud, degrading her, telling her to work harder to make them cum. All the time she complied, allowing herself to be filmed in such a humiliating manner as the camera phone was held close up against the pair of cocks she played with. Then it arrived, jets of thick creamy spunk landed on her face, both of them spewed almost simultaneously, one straight after the other. Slithering her hand along the length of each of her toys, she enticed further streams as their tightened balls excreted more man-juice from their young, virile bodies. She looked a sight, covered in cum; some got in her hair, it streamed down her nose and cheeks, around her mouth and chin. Helen licked her lips as semen from two strangers dribbled and intermingled around her lips. She worked the remaining remnants from them, droplets spraying onto her revealing top. Finally the video clip was over, and at least for now she didn't care what would happen with it. The possibility of the clip making its way onto Internet distribution sites was more of a turn on than an ominous threat. Then, suddenly, the mood changed. A menacing voice was heard from a short distance away. The lad's friends had been watching from a distance, but now they wanted a turn. They came marching out of the darkness, their tough-looking faces visible to Helen as she looked behind her latest satisfied companion at the oncoming crowd. "Hey Tony, let us have a turn. Get the bitch out of the car. We want our turn to fuck her on the bench!" Fear entered Helen's mind causing her body to physically shudder. If these guys were to get hold of her, there would be little that David could do as there were so many of them. Why did they have to push it so far tonight? Images of them holding her down onto the bench, tearing her clothes off entered her mind. They probably wouldn't have been satisfied with her cunt, and wanted to fuck her in the arse and force their dicks into her mouth. Helen turned to put the whole of her body into the car, desperate to escape. Her heart pounded when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Swiping at his arm with venom, she pushed the guy away. She just about managed to pull the door too. As hard as Helen tried, the door would not shut completely. The guys on the other side were fighting to pry it open. A scream of terror left her lips as she felt the strength pulling at the door, and the lustful determination of those who wanted to take their turn with her body. Gang rape was not something she wanted on this night of pushing boundaries and exploring fantasies. The loud commotion was brought an end as David managed to start the engine and the wheels screeched into motion, sending the men hanging to the floor flying to their knees. They screamed abuse and made threats of revenge to no avail as the car sped off into the night. David put his foot to the floor despite obviously leaving them behind, and Helen moved to lock her door. Escaping from the vicinity of the park the couple headed for home, almost in silence, thinking through what had just occurred. A sweaty scent immersed the car, and adrenaline pumped through the veins of the couple as they reflected on the night's crazy events. They had never done anything like that before, and from one point of view Helen had made only limited contact with the men, physical contact absolutely limited to hand jobs to the strangers. Still, it was massive, and as their last encounter proved, potentially dangerous. After everything had passed and they pulled into their driveway, dusk was almost ready to turn into dawn. Soon the early morning delivery vehicles would be passing by their residential roads and the neighbours would be making their preparations for Sunday Service. David turned the ignition to off, clamped the handbrake and leaned back in the seat. Helen also lay back, and closed her eyes. Her slutty clothes were covered with cum residue, an aching in her forearms requiring rest. The consequences of what they had done were too much to consider right now. They locked the car, and in each other's arms went to bed, Helen first taking a shower to clean up. She emerged from the shower in a silk nightie, looking radiant, and slipped into bed. As his wife laid in his arms, they briefly discussed what had happened in the park. They both agreed that they had been reckless, and never to do something so stupid with groups of strangers again. They both admitted though, that until the danger became evident, every moment had turned them on immensely. David asked a question, "The first two guys, why only jerk them off? You got so into it. Did you not want to suck cock or let any of them fuck you?" Helen did not answer, she just beamed back at him with a sincere and loving smile. Gracefully removing her silk lingerie from under her nightie, tossing them to the carpet, she kissed his chest and pulled the duvet over them both with a giggle. But that is a story for another day.