11 comments/ 126245 views/ 26 favorites A Sexual Twist By: jack_ffrost I am not quite sure how it got started, my ex-sister Helen and I were sitting by our pool watching my husband Ian climb out of the pool and run around to the diving board and dive in again. Now I should point out at this time that Helen isn't my 'real' sister in law. She married Ian's brother, so it's Ian's sister-in-law not technically mine, but we hit it off when we first met and have been friends for a long time. The friendship has lasted longer than their marriage which broke up a couple of years ago, and Helen still comes and visits us regularly. Our senses of humour are very similar and I find I can relax with her. I suppose she is one of my closest friends now, but I had no idea a chance remark would lead to a very saucy adventure. It was just a chance remark that day; Ian, as a typical male, was showing off to the two females present; doing 'bombs' and swan dives into the pool and really goofing around. "He is such a 'man'." I said to her. "Did you hear that? Kay says you're just a man!" Helen shouted over to him. He just smiled and did a silly flop into the pool. For revenge, Ian got out of the pool and ran over to us and gave me a big wet sloppy kiss and then proceeded to shake his head like a dog shaking water from itself. Helen and I squealed as the cold water hit our bare skin. It was ok for Helen, she had a one piece bathing suit on and a little wrap over her shoulders but I was in my bikini and the water was very cold! As he ran away from us, I watched Helen's eyes follow Ian's muscular back and his bum as it clenched and unclenched in his board shorts that hugged his every contour, all the way to the diving board and into the water. "Yep..." Helen said, out of the blue and to no one in particular, "... I think I fucked the wrong brother!" I just stared at her in disbelief. Perhaps it was the second bottle of wine that was talking but I couldn't help but smile at her and give her a quizzical look. "Well...look at him" she pointed, "...Andrew was a weedy looking thing, 5ft 4 and skinny, and your Ian is 6ft 1 ...and...and...big!" When she said 'big' I am sure she was looking at Ian's bulge in the front of his shorts. "...they were both single when I met the family as you know...perhaps I should have fucked Ian instead..." She then looked lost in thought for a moment and in a half whimsical voice, added "...Hmm...I still wouldn't mind him fucking me even now..." As if her own words had just sunk in, she quickly turned towards my shocked face and blushed and stammered. "I...er... meant that...I...er... haven't ...you know...done it ....for a while...I mean... It was just a...you know...I didn't mean..." she trailed off, face all crimson. "Helen!" I said , shocked, but amused at her admission and the resultant embarrassment. "Sorry" she replied sheepishly, and then a little more off handedly added, "...but look at him, I mean...I ask you... just look, he is a hunk isn't he?...and perhaps it's the booze and the...the...going without, but I could do with a good fucking I can tell you!" and drained her glass and poured herself another. Nothing more was said of it for the rest of the weekend and Helen went the 100 klms home on the Sunday night. I asked Ian in bed that night what he thought of his brother's ex-wife and he was pretty off hand and never took that much notice of her. He thought she was pretty enough, "nice tits" being the only allowance, but thought she was better off away from his brother which surprised me, what didn't I know? He was also happy that she still felt part of the family and also that she and I got on well together. He showed very little other interest in her, but to be honest, I had trouble getting her words out of my head, not to mention the resulting mental images that it spawned. As the week wore on, in just about every quiet moment I had to myself, I found myself thinking about what Helen had said, about wanting to be made love to by Ian. I knew it couldn't happen, Ian and I had discussed threesomes both with an extra guy or an extra girl, but he wasn't into it. He had said he only ever wanted to make love to me. Well that's what he said, but I thought all men wanted a threesome with two women? Not that I was considering having a threesome for even a minute, but still... Late at night I found myself thinking up scenarios where they might get together and end up having sex, and I felt ashamed at getting really turned on by the thought of Ian having sex with my best friend. After Ian had gone to work each morning I also found myself thinking about Ian's powerful shoulders pulling Helen back onto his hard cock, or holding himself above her as he thrust his rock hard 7 inch cock into her, and I couldn't help myself; the thoughts and the images were so strong and arousing that I had to touch myself. The resulting orgasms were incredibly strong, and even after being sated by a few orgasm in a row, I still found myself thinking about it again soon after..... and then the truth dawned on me...this wasn't going to go away, and I needed to do something about it...but what?! Then it struck me. I had to wait another week before Helen came back to visit, and given her outburst two weeks previously, I was really hoping she wasn't going to feel uncomfortable and cancel on me. For the whole week, I had struggled with the idea that I had, but as each day went on I was more and more sure that I had to follow it through, yet I was still very uncertain if it would work or if it would all blow up in my face. I thought and thought, and covered all the angles, but something could go wrong couldn't it? Should I abandon the idea? But what if I didn't do this, would it eat away at my senses? I didn't know the answer, but I did know that the more I thought about it, the more aroused I became, and the more I knew that I would give it a try when the time came, and that time was this coming weekend. Ian was going to be away most of Saturday and Saturday evening helping the guy next door put some pavers down at his mother's house and I would be alone most of the day, so I was really relieved when Helen rang Friday and said she was coming back up for the weekend as we had planned, but I was also a little nervous about putting my suggestion to her too. She arrived Saturday mid morning and we went out and did a bit of shopping and had lunch, and it wasn't until early afternoon while we were sitting around the pool deck after a couple of wines that I got up the courage to raise the subject with Helen. I paused, my heart beating loudly, and looked her straight in the eye. She stopped mid drink, wondering what was wrong. "When you were here last...you said about wanting Ian to...you know... 'fuck you' was the term that I think you used..." "No...no.." she stammered, her face turning beet red, "..I didn't mean..." "Yes you did!" I cut her off, "But don't be upset, I'm not mad or upset about it or anything" She let out a breath and seemed to calm down as the redness lessened in her face. I waited for her to finish her drink and pour herself another before continuing. "Would you really like him to? I mean...if I wasn't around...in the picture...would you like him to?" "In a heartbeat sister!" she replied, "I have had a thing for him for a while...but I would never act on it" she added quickly, "...but he is real sexy and ..." she blushed, "...I have to admit that I have...you know...fantasized about him a couple of times." She blushed again. "What?... while you were..." I nodded my head and looked towards her pussy in indication. "Hey...you asked me!.... and yes! " she replied in a mock indignation. I couldn't help noticing that she drained her glass again and refilled it. I thought I should do the same; this wasn't going the way I had expected it to, not that I knew what to expect really. "I have an admission of my own." I offered looking her in the eyes, but I wasn't able to hold her look and ended up examining the lip of my wine glass instead. I was very nervous, my voice was shaking a little as I started to tell her about the previous week, and my initial shock when she had first mentioned it, but then added about the change of heart and how it had made me aroused. After another glass of wine, I told her about the images I had formed in my head. Helen wanted to know more details so I filled her in. She downed another glass and sat well forward in the chair to listen to my detailed story. I couldn't help noticing that she couldn't sit still and was wiggling in her chair, and I didn't think it was that cool there under the awning but her nipples were pressed hard against her t-shirt. After all the images had been described to her in detail, some of them twice, I noticed that I too was wiggling in my seat a little as well, and it was then that I realised why Helen was doing it. She was aroused as I was from the detailed descriptions. The wine and the naughtiness of this discussion led me to throw caution to the wind and tell her about how I had dealt with the feelings when Ian had gone to work. We had talked about sex before as friends do, but nothing as intimate as me telling her about me masturbating over images in my head of my husband pounding into her. She just sat there, a shocked look on her face, her mouth partly open in disbelief and a far-away look in her eyes as she replayed the images over in her head. The erotic thoughts, the descriptions and the memories of my intense orgasms had me wriggling in my pants and I hoped the wetness that I felt between my nether lips wouldn't leave a telltale mark on them. I finished telling her and sat back in my chair and let out a deep breath. I took a deep drink of my wine and looked at her for her reaction. I realised a split second too late that I had not closed my legs and caught her eyes glued to an obvious wet patch on my pants. It was my turn to be embarrassed. Helen looked me in the eye and I wasn't sure, but I thought she was weighing up the situation, our friendship, and how the line I had just crossed might affect those things. She took a deep breath and answered. "Kay... you're my best friend, I would never do anything to hurt you or harm our friendship...but the look on your face...the throb of the vein in your neck and the obvious...well... tell tale down there, tells me you're as turned on as I am at what you've just told me. Hell it's all I can do to stop myself sneaking off to the bathroom and ...well... taking care of things like you did. Like I said last time I was here, it's been a long time between drinks and I am as horny as hell. And yes, I do find Ian attractive, who wouldn't? Hell... he is incredibly sexy, he's tall, he's handsome, he's got a great personality and he seems so lovely and tender despite his size, but I would never ever act on any of the ...er... thoughts I have, despite the lovely images you have just so deliciously sexually described; so I don't know where to go from here...except maybe to my bedroom to...er... take matters into my own hands, so to speak." She sat back in her chair, sipping her wine and looking over the top of the glass at me. "I do know what to say." She added finally. "I do!" I said, and her face dropped, yet I am sure I caught a glimpse of desire in her eye at the possibility. "What?" This was crunch time. Was there any turning back if I went on from here? Was I prepared for my husband to...what...fuck my girlfriend? Was I prepared to enact the fantasies that I had been creating in my head for the last two weeks? Was I prepared to trick my husband into doing it with Helen despite knowing he wasn't interested? I took a couple of long sips on my drink while my brain got around to sending the message to my mouth of the decision it had made some time ago. I inched my chair very close to hers and leaned forward, reducing the space between us and lowering my voice, and I told her. I told her of our four-poster bed with the long flowing curtains all round. I told her of the new 'game' Ian and I had been playing for the last 'week' where I would stick my bottom and legs out from behind the curtain wearing only a pair of trashy 5 inch red stilettos I had found in a sex shop in the mall, and then having Ian take me from behind, seeing nothing but my butt, my pussy and my long legs in red high heels. I explained to her that I thought she could be on the bed and I would hide inside, she would wear my shoes and stick her bottom and legs out and get a pounding from my husband while I watched. While he was in the bathroom cleaning up, she could slip away. By the time I had finished explaining this to her, Helen had a dreamy look in her eye had one hand between her thighs, openly squeezing her thighs together over her hand to help with the arousal she felt. I have to admit, I was very turned on at my saying the words out loud to her, and her evident arousal egged me on more. I could see her mind working over the scenario in her head. Her eyes seemed to be out of focus as if watching a movie, and she absent mindedly licked her lips and pressed her fingers into her pussy without a thought for my sitting there. My juices flowed and I didn't care that the tell tale damp patch was now much bigger. I could smell the scent of arousal wafting up, but I wasn't sure if it was mine or Helen's. "So when were you thinking about doing this?" she enquired almost business like. "Well...I thought...tonight...if you want to that is...he will know you're in the spare room and that will make it sexier for him...knowing someone is in the house" "Oh my God!" she said putting her hand to her mouth, but not able to hide the huge smile that came to her face nor the lust that flashed in her eyes. "Of course I want to... but only if you're sure you're ok with it." I brazenly parted my legs and pointed to the larger damp patch between my thighs. "Does this look like I am not ok with it?" She reached over without warning and touched the damp patch and pressed slowly into it. I was so stunned I didn't get chance to move. "Yess...I mean no, it doesn't look like your not ok" she said with a puzzled smile at the double negative. "I have one of those damp patches just like it over her!" she indicated between her now spread thighs but the dark of her slacks made any damp patch invisible, "...but speaking of pussies, we should go inside and have a look at things." I assumed she meant the bed and the surroundings and while I was sure she would get around to that, when we got to our bedroom, she unfastened her slacks and dropped them to the floor. "If he is going to see my butt and my pussy, we had better make sure we are the same hadn't we?" she said all matter-of-fact. "...get 'em off!" she indicated to my long pants. This was something that I hadn't even thought about! Here was a huge flaw in the plan. I had figured that Helen and I were about the same height; our breasts were different, mine were small Bs, while hers were large Cs, maybe even Ds, but Ian wouldn't see those. I imagined our legs and butts would be similar in size and shape, and with the dim light in the room, that would be all there was to worry about. I hadn't given a thought to pussy hair... I don't have much, just a small tuft like a 'landing strip' Ian had called it. Helen may have had dark pants on but her panties were light blue and in the time it took me to realise my mistake, Helen had stripped naked from the waist down and was inspecting a very visible wet spot on her panties. She was rubbing her thighs together with arousal as she stood there and I could see a little glistening there in the light from the window. "Come on!...now you...we need to compare!" she ordered. I hadn't planned on this, but thought that we were both going to be naked behind the curtains tonight so what difference did it make. I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor and slipped my panties from my hips. "We are going to have a problem!" I said indicating my 'landing strip' and her reddish sparse bush. "Get me the shoes!" she said as she walked towards our en-suite bathroom. By the time I had found them in the bottom of the cupboard I realised she had returned and was watching me from behind as I bent over. "We just have to make me...look like you... from this angle" she mused looking straight at my butt and probably most of my pussy as well. I imagined what sort of view I was offering her bent over like that and felt a strange flutter in the pit of my stomach. She held up Ian's shaving cream and a lady-razor and sat on the end of the bed near a towel and a bowl of warm water she had brought from the bathroom. She inspected her groin with strange intensity, not caring that I was standing in front of her seeing everything. Then I found out why. "It's going to need some serious attention with this razor, right into all these nooks and crannies, but I've had way too much wine to do this, so you're going to have to do it!" she said, shocking me into the realisation that there was a lot I hadn't counted on in this. I walked out to the kitchen and returned with our two wine glasses and the remains of the bottle and gulped mine down quickly and refilled both. I thought "I can do this" and walked over to Helen sitting on the end of the bed and took the razor and foam from her. Helen spread her legs open very dramatically and pulled a very 'porn star' face and giggled. I couldn't help but giggle as well and I dropped to my knees between her legs. I had seen another woman naked before, but I had never been this close, with legs this far apart. She sat there looking down at me, her breathing much harder than I recalled and a flushed redness to her face. My heart was beating very loudly as well. I looked at her sparse red pubic hair as it curled and circled around her pussy lips and over her hood and mound. I also saw where it continued down towards her anus and disappeared under her butt cheeks. Her lips were slightly reddened too, and there was a glistening wetness to the lips as they sat together before my eyes. I took another gulp from my glass and proceeded to apply the foam to the hair on her mound trying to avoid touching her lips. Her skin felt different to mine under my fingers as I worked the foam to a lather. I applied the razor very carefully and very tentatively. Not wanting to knick her as I formed the upper part of the landing strip. As I concentrated on my task, my breathing relaxed and the worry started to go away. Helen's breathing became even more labored though, perhaps she was worried that I might hurt her, I thought at the time. To get the skin smooth and hairless on the sides of her mound I had to use my other hand to pull the skin taught, spread her thigh away, or push her mound away to get into the crevice of her thigh, and by the time I had finished the top part, the skin there seemed to be firmer than it was when I started. "OK...now my pussy lips." Helen said in a very husky voice, staring me straight in the eye. I swallowed, but found speech difficult, so I merely nodded and applied more foam to my hand, and looked up at her. She nodded, and I took a deep breath and applied the foam to her pussy lips. When my fingers first touched her she seemed to jump a little. Probably cold I thought, but I continued working the foam into the join between body and thigh, making sure I got all the stray little ones that creep down your leg. I massaged the foam onto her lips and down as far as I dared, and as I massaged, this area too seemed to swell a little and she seemed to be moving her hips under my fingers. "Tickling?" I asked husky voiced myself. "Mmm..." was all I got in reply along with a sharp nod of her head. I was very close to the pussy that my husband was hopefully going to be pounding into tonight and those images and the obvious similar thoughts going through Helen's head were making me quite aroused. Helen laid back on her elbows, but was still partially sitting up so she could see what was going on. I imagine this gave me better access to her hair for shaving and rested her back. I shaved carefully up and down both thighs and then both lips, getting the main hairs and rinsed the razor off. A Sexual Twist Ch. 02 It isn't necessary to read Part1...but it might help, it is a great story :) ----------------------------------------------- Helen was late! It was Saturday morning and Helen was late. It had occurred to me that she might not turn up at all. She had promised to come the previous weekend after three weeks of not hearing from her, not having any of my messages and phone calls returned. She had promised to be here that weekend and at the last minute had reneged. "Something has come up," my answering machine had told me, "Sorry, will have to make it next weekend, see you then." And there it was, the next weekend, 11 am, she had been due at 10 am. I know it was a little... different, last time she was here. I know I had talked her into being taken by my husband from behind, without him knowing, and she had run off early the next morning, but she didn't need to be this awkward. I felt embarrassed and guilty enough for both of us, she didn't need to add to it. If only she would arrive and then we could sit down and talk about it, like adults, not teenagers. Ian would be away until Sunday afternoon, so it would be a perfect opportunity to clear the air, if she ever arrived. I heard her car in the driveway and my heart skipped a beat. Why was I so nervous? Surely I wouldn't have been as nervous if Helen had just come back the following week or answered one of my calls or messages. Her avoidance had increased my own tension and there I was nervous as hell, not knowing what to say to my sister. But then a thought struck me. What do you say to your sister-in-law the very first time you see her after she has been secretly made love to by your own husband? Before I could formulate an answer to that question, the doorbell had sounded and I had let her into the house. She glanced furtively at me but neither of us made eye contact for more than a fleeting portion of a second. We did the fresh air kiss, with our hands touching each other's arms and she was off rattling on about the traffic, and some last minute shopping and the 100 klms between our houses seeming to take longer and longer to cover these days. I wanted to grab her an d shake her and talk about what had happened, but she obviously didn't and that made me a little uncertain, so we both discussed the small-talk subjects, the weather, the news, the traffic, until after about an hour of increasingly difficult mindless conversation, we had gone full circle and were talking about the weather again. Helen was actually my husband Ian's brother, having married and divorced his idiot brother, but I felt that she was my Sister-in-law, but more importantly she was my best friend, and the events of a month ago that should have brought us closer together, had actually had an unforeseen effect of driving an uncomfortable wedge between us, and I didn't like it. This was something else that had resulted from me not thinking things through properly. I was angry with myself, but I couldn't take any more. "Helen, since when do we discuss the weather?" "Well..." she stammered, "it's hot, I'm hot and bothered, shall we go and have a swim in the pool to cool down?" She had changed the subject, firmly, so I felt even more anxious about raising the subject, but I had the need to talk to her, but right now she was making it really obvious that she didn't want to talk about it at all. Perhaps she was feeling guilty or embarrassed; perhaps she never wanted to mention it again. That made me more nervous about bringing it up. So I didn't. I put on my navy coloured bikini and a wrap and strolled out to the pool area and climbed onto the double hammock that Ian had strung under the tree. Dappled shade flickered on the concrete pool surrounds. Helen arrived a few minutes later in her one piece swimsuit as usual, but wrapped in a large towel. Surprisingly, she didn't head into the pool, but rather she sank face first into a sun lounge near my hammock. We lay in silence for a few minutes, and eventually I went inside to get the tray of sandwiches and a bottle of wine that I had been chilling. Helen turned to the sound of the glasses clinking as I walked back towards her with the tray. Her eyes were hard to see in the bright sunlight bouncing off the concrete, but it looked like she was looking me up and down, appraising me. As I got closer I noted that the towel was underneath her instead of wrapped around her, and the contours of her legs and bottom were fully on show. They looked as toned and as nicely shaped as they always had. Behind my sunglasses I was sure that she couldn't see me appraising her form in return as I walked towards her from the rear. After a few sandwiches and a glass of wine, the air seemed a little less thick and we were discussing things that had happened during the week. Helen seemed to be more at ease and relaxing, either from the conversation or the wine, or perhaps a combination of both, but there was never a time when the conversation drifted towards the subject that I was sure was uppermost in both our minds. She was repeating a story one of her workmates had told her and we both thought it amazingly funny and both broke out laughing, easing the tension even further. Two more glasses of wine later, we were seemingly at ease and she was like her old self again; my friend was back... sort of. In the large double hammock, I was actually higher up than she was and looked down at her along her body. Her head was at the other end of the sun lounge, near the foot end of my hammock, so I could see her feet and her legs close up, and the nice shape of her bottom as it stretched away from me. As my gaze made its way up her body, along her back to her smooth shoulders and finally to her head, I realized she had been watching me with a curious look on her face. She had looked like she was going to say something a few times, and each time my heart had gone to my mouth in fear. This was another time. She turned on to left side, facing me and looked me straight in the eye, uncertainty clearly visible in hers. She stopped, thought again, went to speak once more, that uncertainty wavering, but she persisted. "Can I show you something?" she asked, to my great relief, "One of the reason I was a little late this morning? I had to go and pick it up, it was late arriving, and I haven't really had time to look at properly myself." I nodded, more in relief than anything else, but she smiled a kind of embarrassed and sheepish smile, and that had me wondering. She got up and wrapped the towel around her, probably because she had caught me looking at her and didn't want me to do it again. She headed towards the house leaving me puzzled. After what seemed like ages, she walked back towards the pool area still wrapped in her towel, and yet even more puzzling, she wasn't carrying anything. She must have seen the look on my face and looked even more sheepish. "I didn't think I should show you," she started, explaining why I didn't see her with anything, "But then I thought, what the heck, so I did." The look of confusion on my face must have been evident, because she giggled and let the towel drop to the floor. Had I been more observant I would have noticed that the straps of her swimwear that had been visible above the towel line were a different colour now to when she left, but what was before me made my jaw drop open and my eyes almost fall out of my skull! Helen stood before me in the tiniest lime green bikini I had ever seen! "I saw them online, you know, I got one of those emails that get sent around, and I envied your lack of tan lines, and I... thought they looked pretty cool, and so, I ordered one" she blurted out. "I...I..." was all I could manage. "It came in yesterday, and I had to go and sign for it this morning... that's why I was late getting here... What do you think?" "I...I..." "Is it too much?" "That's one thing it certainly isn't! It's absolutely tiny!" It really was the tiniest bikini I had ever seen. It was lime green and it looked like it was made out of very thin lycra, but the straps over the shoulders and around the waist were really, really thin, almost like tiny bits of string. The tiny triangle of cloth over each breast barely covered her nipples, and down below was an even tinier triangle of material that hardly covered the space occupied by her lower lips, never mind the tufts of red hair that should have been there but were conspicuous by their absence. Had they still been have there, they would have been well above the material and not covered at all. "Do you like it?" she asked, turning slowly around, embarrassed. The back was as bad as the front, with no material at all, just those thin straps. There was no back to the bikini bottom, rather there were just a string coming out between her butt cheeks and joining with the waist strap, leaving her whole behind, basically completely naked! "It's so tiny!" "But do you like it? Does it look ok?" "You look fabulous in it" I replied, not lying at all, she really did, "...but you're not going to really wear it to the beach are you?" "Oh God no, just at home, to tan in the back yard." she replied, but I could see that certain far-away look for just a few seconds as the thought of parading around in it crossed her mind; her face had flushed a little. She laid back down on the sun lounger, presenting me with the same view as before, only this time, the curves and the shapes were completely uncovered. It was about that time that I realised how hot the day had become. I looked at her and also realised that, like me, she had a thin layer of perspiration on her. "You'll tan alright, burn more like it." I offered looking over at the shape of her ass cheeks curving upward from her long legs. "Well put some cream on my back then." She said offhandedly. I swallowed hard, an image of the last time I put "cream" on her sprung to mind. It had been shaving cream, but it I had put it on her pussy and I had shaved it, making us both very hot and flustered under the collar. I was therefore a little hesitant, and becoming a little flustered again. A lump seemed to catch in my throat and a lead weight found its way to my stomach, wherein it triggered a little flutter a little further down. I swung myself off the hammock and grabbed the sunscreen from the small table, and knelt next to her, I proceeded to rub plenty of cream over her back and shoulders, easily going around and under the back strap of the top part of the bikini, if I could call it that! She wiggled her hips violently from side to side, making the cheeks of her bottom wiggle from side to side also. "These will burn too, more please." She added, sounding completely at ease. I thought that if she could be as calm as ever, then so could I, but the feel of the cool cream on her skin under my hands had been very warming, and now that my hands had started rubbing her bottom, it was getting warmer and warmer. She giggled and squirmed, telling me that it was cold, yet very soothing, but I wasn't feeling very soothed at all. "It tickles!" she said as her bottom moved up and down under my hands. When I rubbed some into the crease of her bottom, she moved rather suddenly and I thought I heard a small intake of breath but that was probably me being wicked with the coldness of the cream. "Legs please...while you're there" She added quickly, peeking back over her shoulder with a strained smile on her face. I quickly dribbled the cold sun-cream in a continuous line from her heel to her naked butt cheek and down the other leg, earning me a squeal and a shiver, not to mention a name calling, something about me being related to a female dog. As I started to rub the cream into her heels and then her ankles, it dawned on me that I was going to have to rub the upper parts of her thighs. The little flutter in my stomach became a bigger flutter. But why was I nervous. This was innocent given what we had been through 4 weeks ago, this was nothing...was it? As I got to her thighs, I rubbed the cream into the upper exposed sections. Helen allowed her legs to part so I could get the cream into the inner softer skin. I thought I heard her swallow hard, but then, she was lying on her stomach. I could just see where the material ended on the front of her bikini bottom and where the string started. It was a warm day, so it was to be expected to see a little dampness there from perspiration. I playfully slapped her naked bottom to tell her that I had finished, and watched the soft rounded skin ripple slightly. She quickly turned over and looked at me with an odd look in her eyes, and in a somewhat croaky kind of voice asked me if I would do the front too. I laughed nervously, not trusting my own voice and playfully dropped the bottle onto her stomach and made my way over to the hammock to escape, it was so hot. She smiled and opened up the bottle's cap and squirted the cream onto her thighs and her stomach. I laid there, watching her, not aware and not knowing why I was unable to take my eyes off her. The fingers of her hands rubbed the cream on her inner thighs and across her flat stomach. I watched transfixed as her fingers rubbed low, low down on her stomach near the top of the bikini, which I realised would have been where her pussy hair should have been. I saw the fingers rubbing over her mound, a mound that I had rubbed my fingers over seeking out stray hairs only 4 short weeks ago. I watched as her hands moved up and over the mound and the tips fleetingly disappearing under the edge of the material that was in itself incredibly small. She dripped the cream in slow motion onto the wide expanse of her chest, my mind picturing a very bad porno movie. It ran in slow-moving rivulets down the curves of her breasts. Helen's hands slowly moved the cream around and rubbed it all over the exposed flesh. Her nipples hardened as I watched, either from the cooler air or because of what she was doing. I watched fascinated as they firmed before my eyes, and I felt the tingle around my own nipples as they too responded to what my eyes were taking in. I couldn't quite understand why I was staring at her, but my eyes stayed locked on her hands as they moved slowly and what appeared to be excessively on her breasts. They gleamed and shined in the sun and I felt my face blush a little as I saw that Helen was watching me staring at her breasts. A few beads of perspiration trickled down my temple. "Pretty warm now isn't it?" I said, and made my way to the pool and dived in, feeling the water cool my hot skin but not quenching the confusing heat I felt between my thighs. The cold water only succeeded in accentuating the ache that had started in my own nipples. I swam hard, mostly underwater, swimming the length of the pool quite easily without breaking the surface. Helen appeared next to me, having dived in after me and we looked at each other briefly before racing each other back and forth through the water, laughing and jeering when the other lost the race. The previous few minutes had been forgotten, or so it seemed. Tired and out of breath, I climbed from the pool and stood drying myself by the hammock as Helen did a couple of more laps before she too got out of the pool. As she walked towards me, my jaw dropped again. "What?" Helen asked, wondering if she might have something on her from the pool. "Your bikini..." I gasped,"... it's see through... it's almost disappeared!" And it had! The lycra was so thin that when the water had soaked in, the material became like a second skin, a sheer membrane that left nothing to the imagination, nothing at all! If the nipples had been stiff before she got in the water, they were positively rock hard now and every small wrinkle of her puckered areola was clearly visible and exactly defined by the thin, almost non-existent material. The nipples stood hard and proud from Helen's breasts that were rising and falling with her breathing from her exertions. The bottoms were even worse! The material had melded itself to her skin, to her every fold of her pussy. The material followed every contour and disappeared into Helen's outer lips leaving absolutely no doubt she was clean shaven. The material was see through! Every bump, every nuance, every little fold of each lip was clearly outlined. I had seen photos in my email of what men called a Camel toe, but this would have been the whole foot! "Damn, woman, I haven't seen it that exposed since we....." Oh God... I had done it! I had inadvertently broached the subject we had been dancing around all afternoon. Damn! I saw her face redden and watched as she suddenly became very interested in the colours of the pebbles in our pool surround. I didn't know which way to look, and if my face was as red as it felt, I was in real trouble. I tried to pretend that it hadn't happened, tried to convince myself and hopefully Helen too, that I hadn't mentioned it, but the look on my face and the same look in Helen's eyes told me that those attempts had failed. She suddenly sank her face into her hands and walked towards me jabbering on with apologies and guilt and uncertainty. The dam wall breached, she was talking and apologizing so fast, little of it made sense, but the tone of her voice and her body language was clear. I dragged her up onto the hammock and pulled her hands from her face. "Stop it!" I ordered softly, "there is nothing for you to feel bad about, it was me that asked you to...you know... and it has been me feeling guilty and embarrassed; enough for both of us, not knowing what you felt, not knowing how this would go. Worst of all, and as arousing as it all was, I haven't been able to stop feeling incredibly guilty about tricking Ian, so don't you start apologizing and making me feel worse!" I said, tears starting to escape from the corner of my eyes. She hugged me and stroked my hair, soothing me and the rest of the dam let go, for both of us, it all came out. It was good that we were able to discuss the night in terms of guilt, and embarrassment, and after a few minutes, I felt a lot better. It would seem that she was as worried about Ian as I was, and as worried about what I might think of her after it was all over, just like I had worried the same about her. A huge weight was lifted from me, I didn't want something like this breaking up our friendship, although the guilt about Ian was still heavy in my heart and had been getting heavier by the day. The other thing that had been puzzling me, and that had created a lot of nervous tension about, was what Helen had done to me, how she had touched me, how I had responded that night. This was something as yet unsaid and unresolved, but even after the dam had broken, I wasn't sure just how to broach that subject, or even if I should. Perhaps it was something that needed to be ignored or just put down to the excitement of the moment, but I had enjoyed all of it, and that had made me feel funny, and I wanted to discuss it, but how? We lay quietly next to each other, each enjoying the silence after the emotion...for a few seconds anyway. Helen jumped up and ran and dived into the pool again, probably to break an awkward silence that was beginning to stretch out around us. She walked slowly back to the hammock toweling her hair, and I couldn't help but look at her body again as I propped myself up on one elbow. The minuscule little pieces of material were doing nothing to hide her private parts at all. If anything they seemed to be smaller still! Helen's nipples were almost peeking out from behind the material instead of through it, and her pussy lips looked puffier than ever. She sat on the edge of the hammock and turned as if she was going to say something, but didn't. I watched her, toweling her hair. I watched as the little tiny droplets of water run down from her shoulders to her breasts, watched them join with others and run down across the curves of her breast and drip from the underside of her very erect nipple. She patted herself dry a little more and laid back down next to me on the hammock again and almost looked like she was going to say something again but didn't. I waited, but nothing came out. I was quite taken with how transparent her bikini was and couldn't help but comment. A Sexual Twist Ch. 02 "I am sure Ian would find that bikini interesting." I said, without thinking. "It's almost like there is nothing there." Her hand trailed over her breasts and pulled one towards her face so she could see what it looked like properly. Then she pressed against her stomach so she could see what the bottom part looked like, not that it could look like much, after all, the material wouldn't have been more than a couple of square inches of fabric in each place. Helen reached down and stroked her very visible pussy lips gently and slowly for a few seconds; her face reddening slightly. "It almost feels like there's nothing there." She said almost wistfully but with a certain edge to her voice. "Well, I hope you didn't pay a lot of money for it, 'cause it is so small, it might as well not be, I can see absolutely everything now that it's wet. You might as well not be wearing it!" I replied shaking my head, fascinated by her finger as it continued to move up and down her outer lips. "Ok then!" came the overly confident if somewhat raspy reply, and before I realised that she had taken my flippant remark seriously, she had wiggled the bottoms down. She carefully extracted the string from between the cheeks of her bottom, and reached behind and undid the top and dropped it to the floor. She laid there, completely naked, and all I could do was stare at her from up on my elbow. She really didn't look any different, and yet she was. I became aware of an ache between my thighs as I looked down and along her naked body and remembered. Without the bathing costume, I could see just about the same amount of skin as with it, the same nipples and pussy lips, but now she was actually naked. She blushed slightly with me staring at her, and then I got embarrassed and didn't know where to look. Well that wasn't entirely true, because I had been looking, blatantly. She had stripped off and had even touched herself lightly right there in front of me, and I had a kind of nervous tension, an excitement, something akin to when we had been shaving her pussy so Ian wouldn't notice the difference 4 weeks ago. But surely the tingling of my nipples and the wetness and arousal I had felt that afternoon when we had been doing all that had only been because of what was going to happen that night...wasn't it? If that was the reason then, what excuse did I have for a similar feeling now? I was confused and I so wanted to find the right time, the right moment, the right amount of bravery to discuss all that with her. I could feel my heart beat in my ears and my nipples were tingling right now, and that telltale ache between my thighs was still there from the thoughts I was having. It had been there on and off most of the day. "Do you think about it?" she asked out of the blue, looking up at me. "Yes...do you?" I asked, knowing that she meant that night. "Yes.." she replied, looking away from me, down to her finger that was now touching her nipple, " I have thought about it a lot... " She breathed in very deeply and let it out slowly, " ...it was very... sexy... wasn't it?" "Very." My heart beat louder. "Do you...have you... you know...enjoyed yourself while you thought about it?" I didn't know what to say! Did I admit that I found it incredibly erotic and arousing? Should I tell her that I masturbated to those thoughts every chance I got for the first three or four days after? Or should I make her feel bad and tell her I had certain pangs of regret because of the guilt it had caused me tricking Ian that way, so much so that it had affected our love life? No that was too much, but I was hoping this might lead down the path that I did want to talk about, but didn't know how. But to be truthful, despite that guilt, it had been an arousing experience and it did make my body respond every time I thought about the whole thing. The orgasms had been very strong, drawn out and as delicious as the memories. I decided, after a deep breath and a sudden flush to my face, that I would tell her that part and see where the discussion went from there. "Yes..oh God yessss." I grinned. She seemed so incredibly relieved and a smile sprang to her face. "Really? Oh God Kay, I was so worried ..." She gushed, and grabbed hold of my hand that was on my thigh."... I haven't been able to stop! Bits of it just flash into my head, it was so sexy, and I get all ... fluttery down there, ..." she looked down at her pussy, "...and I can feel myself getting wet, and my nipples go hard, and I can't keep still. It happens at the most inopportune times too!" And as if to accentuate her statement, her hips started wiggling sideways and up and down, making her lower lips come in and out of my view just below her other hand that was creeping down towards her mound. "... and every night, every morning, God, I can't keep my fingers off my clit. I have used up 6 sets of batteries on my vibrator. Six sets!" Seeing her wiggle and get aroused talking about it, had me thinking about the intimate details of that evening and I couldn't help but feel the familiar throbbing between my thighs intensify. I could feel my nipples stiffening, and I looked down at them, only to see Helen looking at them press outward through my dark bikini top. I am sure she also couldn't help but feel the movement of my hips as it caused the hammock to move under us slightly. "Getting to you a little bit now too is it?" she asked, as her fingers strayed across the upper part of her pussy, some moisture just barely visible. She squeezed my hand that was still on my upper leg. "Yes...a little." I swallowed, "but it's funny, I have thought about it over the last 4 weeks and it has been very arousing, but being here with you just makes it seem more..." "More realistic,... no,... more intense." She added, completing my sentiment. I laid there on one elbow almost side on to her, looking down the length of her naked body. She had one leg dangling off the edge of the hammock, allowing her knees to be a long way apart. I watched as her finger pressed down onto the upper part of her pussy lips in rhythm with her hips as they moved up and down in unison. Her other hand squeezed mine in the same tempo. "I have a confession to make though." She said, very huskily, "... and it's why I didn't return your calls, ...and why I haven't come to visit in the last month." I froze! My mind raced, wondering what it might be that she had to confess. Given our discussion, was there something wrong that I had missed? Had I upset her somehow? Had I done something wrong? I let out a long breath and laid down beside her, looking up at the blue sky through the gaps in the leafy branches of the peppercorn tree, not wanting to meet her eyes. I consoled myself that it couldn't be too bad, after all, she was stark naked next to me, touching her pussy, and her hand now rested on the upper part of my bare thigh very close to a place where I could feel an increased throbbing in time with my heartbeat. "Are you ok?" she asked, squeezing my thigh a little and letting her hand come to rest a little further around on my inner thigh. "Yes...confess away." I replied much more calmly than I felt. "Ok.." she said, taking a deep breath as if it was needed to get her through this. It seemed to me that she had been playing this exact moment over in her head for a while, and now that she had come down to it, it wasn't quite the same as it had been in her head . I knew first-hand how that felt! She looked like she was about to give up. While she laid there, with her mouth partially open in indecision, wondering how to get started, her hands were busy. One was gently pressing down on her pussy in time with her equally as gentle hip movements; the other hand was gently caressing my inner thigh. This felt very nice, but it was distracting from what I wanted to hear her say. "Well, as you know, I hadn't had... sex... for quite some time before ...you know... last month, and it was just fantastic! Ian's cock felt wonderful..."she blushed further and her hands became a little more insistent in their movements, "... the whole scenario was very erotic and ...and... you know that I came a couple of times on your bed, and , again a couple of more times when I went back to my room." Her eyes flicked to mine but she wasn't able to hold them and looked down at her own hand that still continued to gently massage the upper part of her pussy in gentle time with her hip movements. I was quite nervous, and took some time for me to realise that she was actually touching herself in earnest, with one leg off the side of the hammock. That thought, and her ever widening gentle caresses on my inner thigh made me a little fuzzy. A strong urge to press my own hand between my thighs washed over me, but I wanted to hear what she was saying. "I am not sure how to say this..." she almost whispered, "... it's not bad...it's very sexy in a way,... but...I..." Her caresses of my thigh had become softer and wider reaching, and I jumped slightly as her little finger lightly brushed my pussy through the bikini bottoms. Warmth spread from her touch, which was instantly removed, and yet, when the stroking hand came back up my thigh it definitely made light contact again. I wanted to hear what she had to confess, but these inadvertent accidental touches were making it difficult to concentrate. Looking at her naked body and the blatant touching of herself, combined with us talking about that night, to make things very hot and steamy. That and the thoughts in my head of that night made more vivid with Helen being present, was making me very horny and her accidental contact with my pussy didn't help one bit. I grabbed her hand to stop it moving so I could concentrate, but only succeeded in grabbing it at its uppermost edge of its travels and thereby pressing it against my pussy. It felt good feeling pressure against it, but it wasn't the result I had intended. Still, I was able to gather some of my fleeting faculties. "Just tell me, for crying out loud!" I said rather exasperated by the laboured breathing and the pleasant feeling radiating outward from the hand pressing against my pussy. Before she could answer it struck me that I hadn't pushed her hand away from where it was, and what was more confusing was that my hips were moving slightly against it involuntarily, but I wanted to hear her say what was bothering her, so left it where it was. "Ok..." she breathed rather raspily, her other hand still doing things between her legs, "... here goes." " Like I said, I found the idea and the actual, you know, sex with Ian, very arousing and at first I thought about that and , well, masturbated a lot, but..." she paused, thinking, adjusting her leg and making more intense circles with the hand on her pussy, ".. but then I started thinking about the preparations we did and the shaving and ... the touching, you know, while we kinda checked things out, and how good it felt, it was very sexy, and I got really turned on... and then, of course, that lead to thinking about what went on between us behind the curtain... and that got my juices flowing even more." She sounded almost apologetic, but went on, now that she had started, "... The orgasms were so incredibly intense, when I played with myself thinking about what you and did, to each other, and well, I'm sorry if it offends you, but I don't regret doing any of it, in fact, I liked it, I liked it as much as the rest, you know the penetration and the naughty bits, and stuff, and I..." her voice trailed off, but I became aware of her breathing becoming more laboured and the hand I was firmly holding against my pussy was moving back and forth against my pussy. "I have never done anything like that, ever..." she went on, "... but I think I like it... a lot... and it's something I might like to explore, you know... sort of...a little bit more." Both her hands were certainly exploring at that moment. Her hips moved quite a bit more as her hand moved with purpose, and I couldn't stop mine from responding to the pressure of her hand still held pressed against my pussy, ... by my own hands! "So how did you feel, about... it all, you know, us touching each other?" she asked in a very coarse whisper. Here it was, the subject I had wanted to raise, the doubts, the confusing feelings and guilt, the arousal offset by that guilt, that it was fun and exciting, yet trying to balance the feeling that I was being unfaithful to Ian by remembering, by thinking about how very arousing contact between Helen and I had been throughout that whole day. This wasn't how I had envisaged the discussion going. I certainly hadn't counted on Helen being here naked, caressing her pussy. I hadn't counted on her hand being firmly pressed against my own willing pussy while I ground it into her wrist, and I hadn't counted on those feeling of arousal being so strong when I answered. And it was hard to answer. Her nakedness and her overt sexuality made me aroused too. The pressure of her hand against my now soaking pussy had forced my pussy lips apart so that her hand was in contact with my clit at the top, and I could feel and see the wetness getting onto the side of her hand through my bikini. It was a struggle to think straight, but my body was obviously replying. How could I say I didn't like it, when my body was responding to her touch and even wanting that touch to continue? "Why...?" my voice caught in my throat, "..why did you...touch me on the bed that night?" "I'm not sure.." she breathed,"... but it felt so good while you were shaving me. I know it was all exciting with what was going to happen later, but you actually touching me..so... intimately, I really did almost cum, a few times I nearly, went over the edge. And then, later... while I had my butt out and Ian was, you know... having me from behind, I couldn't keep my eyes off you while you touched yourself. And when you grabbed my breast, I almost came as well!" She was breathing very hard. The hand on her pussy was moving quite quickly, and her hips moved at the same speed. Her voice had become very quiet and husky as she told me, and her stomach clenched as her hand moved. She pulled her hand away from between my legs and shocked me as she slowly trailed it up over my bikini bottoms and slipped first one finger under the edge of the material, then all the others. I gave a sharp intake of breath at the touch of her fingers on the bare skin of my stomach. This had the effect of making her access even easier. She moved her fingers slowly downward over my mound until they encountered the upper parts of my lips that were coated in my slick wetness. I couldn't stop my hips from lifting to meet her exploring fingers and when her middle finger slipped down between my wide open lips, an involuntary gasp escaped my lips, despite my biting my lower lip. Still I didn't stop her. "Go on." I breathed, as I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. The scent of her arousal was strong in my nose, but was it just hers? Her mind was obviously replaying the night in her head. I could see her hand moving very quickly over her pussy, I could see the wetness that soaked her fingers of that hand, she was obviously very turned on. I looked down at her hand that had disappeared under my bikini bottom and saw it doing delicious things to my own soaking pussy at the same time; it was such an erotic sight and nothing I could think of told me that I should stop this right now. Her hand slid out from under my bikini bottoms, with almost a feeling of loss, but then it tried to push them down on one side then the other. As if on autopilot, I lifted my hips to help her, and when she still couldn't get them down, I reached down and slipped them off myself. Her hand slid back across my thigh to my exposed pussy and pushed my leg away. I let it drop off the other side of the hammock, mirroring her, allowing her better access, and felt the coolness of the air against my incredibly hot pussy. It was accentuated by the incredible wetness that coated the whole area. Her fingers found my lips and moved up and down them, teasing my clit and bringing the wetness up from inside. I momentarily heard the next door neighbors back door slam, but knew they couldn't see into our yard. I heard a car start up and drive away, and I was able to relax as Helen went on with her confession; her words coming in short bursts, mingled with sounds of her arousal and impending climax. "When Ian was ...fucking me...I watched you touch yourself, and when I came it was so incredibly strong... Then when you had your head out and your butt and pussy were right there, I was intrigued...mmm...fuck...this is wonderful... then it struck me that you were the only one that hadn't cum... so I thought I would help. That's how it started, but the more I did it, and the more you responded, the hornier I got and the more I got into it. When you came and your pussy juices covered my face, oh fuck, that was enough to send me over again... well, that and my hand on my pussy... so.. you see... I have thought about it, thought about this, about us... doing...fuck... doing... things like this.. and...it's...so...fucking... arousing...I'm.. gunna...cumm... ohhhhh...fuuuuckkkkk" Her hips thrust upwards; her hand on her clit was just a blur. Her back arched upwards too as a long loud moan escaped her lips. She dug her fingers deep into herself as the waves of pleasure wracked her body. Her stomach clenched with each wave and she was drawn almost to the sitting position each time the burst of pleasure gripped her, but for the whole time of her orgasm, her other hand never left my pussy. It was the first time I had watched anyone cum so openly, and it spurred my own arousal almost to its peak. As her pleasure was lessened, she turned towards me and showed me her soaking wet hand that had come from between her legs. She smiled and moved it slowly towards my open pussy, and for the first time ever, my pussy juices were mixed with another. Her free hand pulled up one side of my bikini top, exposing an aching nipple. She put her mouth to it as her wet fingers found my clit. She moved her hand with such intent and vigour, and along with the delicious feeling of my nipple being sucked into her mouth, my own orgasm crashed through into my conscious. I bit my bottom lip to reduce the sounds but it seemed like I screamed aloud with pleasure as the electric shock spread through me, my toes curled, and my stomach clenched too as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over and over and over me. I collapsed back into the hammock and held her rampant hand still for a few seconds as the sensations spread like a warmth throughout my whole body. We both laid there, half dead from the exertion and pleasure, close together feeling each other's closeness; feeling each other's laboured breathing ease as we came down off the mountain. I was still confused, but less so, but I wasn't overly worried, it all felt so natural and right. I worried that it was just the arousal talking but I would have to wait and see wouldn't I? A dog barked over the fence and I looked around suddenly nervously, suddenly aware that while we were largely screened from view, we weren't necessarily completely hidden from all angles. I prompted Helen to move from the hammock and we both picked up our bikini bottoms as I heard the car door slam again. Next door's car was obviously back again. I slipped my bikini bottoms on again, and Helen did too, although there was still little point with hers, I noticed. The next hour or so wasn't as awkward as I thought it might have been. We swam again, played with the ball in the pool, hugged, held each other and Helen even gave me a small kiss when I complimented her on her body. It was really very relaxing and sweet. We sat in the hammock together and talked, really talked. She told me about Ian's brother, their sex life, their problems, even some their very sexy early encounters, but there was no barriers, no pretense. I had my friend still, even after her admission, although, I struck me that I hadn't actually said anything about her confession, although, were my actions after and during the confession an answer of sorts? Had I tacitly agreed that I found her advances sexy or that it was ok for us to explore? It was sexy and I suppose I did give agreement, otherwise I would have stopped her wouldn't I? Perhaps the uncertainty wasn't completely eliminated, but it certainly felt good right now. A Sexual Twist Ch. 02 But, what about Ian? A Sexual Twist "I have to get all the small hairs now and make it smooth...ok?" I asked tentatively placing my other hand close to her pussy, looking in her eyes for the ok. "Uh huh...yeah...sure" she breathed, nodding her head sharply. I pressed against the side of one lip, pulling it away from her thigh and razored back and forth getting it smooth, rinsing the razor and feeling with my fingers over the slippery foamy skin for any strays. I pressed on the other side of her pussy lips and pulled them too away from the other thigh and shaved along that side, pressing and sliding my fingers up and down looking for strays. I rinsed the razor in the bowl and when I looked back at my work, I was a little shocked to see Helen's pussy swollen and wide open. A glistening bead of her juices was evident at her opening and I watched as it trickled slowly down her wide open puffy lips to the entrance to her hole; it was then followed by another. I stared at it in amazement, never having seen anything like it before. I felt juices flow between my own legs at the site and the thought of how aroused the lead up to having sex with my husband was making her. "OK?" I asked almost in a whisper. "ooooh yesss.." she almost hissed, "...continue...please..." I ran my slippery wet fingers up either side of her pussy and felt her hips arch up with my fingers. I wanted to get all the little hairs on her lips so I put my hand over the top of her slit, over where I knew her clit was hiding and covered it with my hand so it wouldn't get injured with the razor, then pulled upwards with that hand pulling and pressing the lips upward under the pressure of my fingers. A moan escaped Helen's lips. "Am I hurting you?" I asked, fearfully, starting to take my hand away. "No...no...no...its fine, I'm ok...keep going" she said very quickly. I covered her clit with my fingers again and pressed and pulled upwards once more and shaved carefully up both sides of her lips. I followed each pass with the razor with a pass with my fingers checking to see if there were any hairs that I had missed. The site of this slippery wet obviously aroused pussy so close was making me squirm as I knelt between Helen's thighs. The images of my husband's cock ramming in and out of it were really turning me on. I could feel my own pussy lips swelling and getting very wet again and little beads of liquid were wetting my thighs as I squeezed them together to get some pleasure from the feeling. I rinsed the razor again and wiped it on the towel only to be surprised again when my eyes went back to her pussy. Not only where her lips all swollen and puffy, wide and open with obvious pleasure, but her clit was standing up and out from under its hood. It was much larger than mine and stuck right out from under its hood, almost big enough to get your thumb and forefinger onto to pull. I stared at it for a second or two, fascinated. Helen trailed one of her hands down over her now almost hairless pussy and marveled at the smoothness of it, her husky voice making small noises of appreciation. I was amazed and a little shocked when she let her finger trail over her clit more than once, each time accompanied by a different noise. I knew how she felt, the images in my head had me very turned on and I wanted to touch my own clit right then too. She blatantly slid three fingers down her hairless lips, the two outer ones feeling for hair while the middle one went right into the opening and disappeared up to her knuckles. I just stared in amazement and arousal as she trailed them back up again, the middle one staying between her lips as it drew the sticky wetness up over her clit where it stopped for a couple of seconds. I wasn't sure what to do or say right then. I was mesmerized by the raw pinkness of the inside of her pussy. "There are still a few more.... further down...towards your...you know..." I pointed at her anus., "... he will see them..." was all I could offer. She lifted her feet up to the bed, then, with a strange look in her eye, pulled her knees up towards her chest and opened them up. I had truly never seen anyone laid as open and bare as she was to me right then. I had never seen another woman's anus before, and probably would never see one this close ever again. I took another gulp from my wine and with the increasing buzz in my head and the growing throb between my thighs, I added more foam to my fingers and leaned in to apply it to the opened area. As I touched the cool foam to the area between her pussy and her anus she moaned quietly and when I actually touched the tight little area of it, it was like a small electric shock went through her and she let out a small gasp. "Are you ok? Did it hurt? Was it too cold?" I asked again, worried I had done something wrong. "Oh fuck no..." she rasped, indicating me to continue. I rubbed the foam over her anus and around it and began to pull and press around it, on it, and I couldn't help but touch it as I shaved. Her hips moved in obvious pleasure at my touch and sounds came from her throat. Her voice came in very short sharp rasps between pants, "... no one...has ever...touched me...there...before.... It's so... fucking... amazingly... sensitive...it feels...fucking...wonderful...mmm...fuuuck...you had better...stop...before I..cumm...fuck..." she rasped raggedly. She threw her head back on the bed, and her eyes seemed to roll up into her head. I paused unsure what to do as there were still a few more hairs to get. The throbbing between my legs was screaming to be touched, made more intense by Helen's arousal and her lustful words. I reached under with my free hand and found my own lips gaping and swollen, the juices running down my bare thighs. The touch of my finger felt wonderful in my opening and two fingers slipped in with ease and with great pleasure. I drew them up slowly, drawing wetness up to my aching clit and a breath caught in my throat as they touched my clit, the intensity surprising me. Helen looked down at me at the sound but was unable to see my hand between my own thighs. "You had better finish me... shaving I mean" she clarified, but the wanting in her eyes might have meant something else, I wasn't sure. I quickly and detachedly took the last few remaining hairs with the razor and then toweled her off. Her lips remained puffy and parted as she sat up on the bed, legs still wide open. I thought to clean everything up and rinse the bowl of pubic hair away and as I stood with bowl and instruments in both hands I was shocked to feel Helen's fingers trail across my pussy. I couldn't move without spilling the bowl as she trailed her fingers up and down a couple of times. She brought them out from my pussy and held them into the light where they glistened in the sunlight. "I wasn't the only one enjoying that was I?" she grinned wickedly, her voice still somewhat hoarse. "I was just imagining...Ian's cock ...in your pussy...that got me ...you know...wet" I blushed and looked at the foamy water in my hands. "Ok...get rid of all that stuff and then let's compare in the mirror." I took all the things to the bathroom and joined Helen at the mirrored door of the robe and we looked at each other's pussies and compared. The hair that was left on her pussy was a little lighter than mine but I was sure in the dim light it would pass. She slipped the red shoes on her feet and they were a little tight but she was fine with them, marveling at the curve in her calf that was accentuated by them. "Are you sure you're ok with this?" she asked again nervously. I reached my hand between my pussy lips and brought up two very wet fingers. "Does this look like I am not ok about this?" We both laughed and grabbed our clothes to put on before going back outside for some fresh air. ------------------------------------------------- The next few hours were murder. Helen and I chatted about things in general as if I hadn't seen more of her than her own mother or shaved areas of her that I would ever have thought possible. What was evident though was the reminders of our arousal and both of us caught the other wiggling and coping with leaking fluids and we both laughed and continued with our conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Ian finally came home as it got dark, all sweaty and dirty and went to have a shower. All through the quick salad I threw together, Helen and I exchanged furtive glances and tried to keep up a normal conversation, but a couple of times, Ian looked quizzically at me. I gave him the dismissive wave off, meaning I would talk to him later, and he was ok with that, but from then on he knew I wasn't my normal self. While Helen put the dishes in the dishwasher he cornered me by myself with one raised eyebrow in inquisition. "It's nothing really..." I lied, "She told me a bit about the break up with your brother...you know...not very pleasant." It wasn't really a lie, she had told me some of that during the day, but just that it wasn't what we were looking at each other over. "...and there is something else... but I will tell you when Helen's gone to bed." We chatted for about an hour and Helen yawned and said she was going to bed, as she had been out late the night before. I hoped she would remember the arrangements we had made. Ian took the opportunity to corner me again in the kitchen. He stepped up behind me after Helen had gone and cupped my breasts in his hands and enquired what else I had to tell him. I turned in his arms and put both my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. "When you came in tonight...you were all...sweaty...and dirty...and ...manly...and smelling like a man should smell... if Helen hadn't been here I would have jumped your bones right there in the living room.... And I have been thinking about it all night...I'm glad she's gone to bed." He smiled down at me and kissed me. "So how about our little 'game' tonight?" I enquired playfully. I could feel Ian's dick hardening and pressing at my stomach, so I had my answer, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider until the little dimple on his cheek became deep and inviting. I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard, the lust inside me coming hard and strong from the afternoon's delights and the night's promises. He responded and pressed his hardening cock into me, my pressure in return grinding against him trying to gain some relief from the buildup of the last two weeks. The lust I felt was confusing yet arousing. I wanted this man, right there and then, but that arousal was spawned by the erotic images and expectation of what were to come. If I responded to the former, the latter wouldn't eventuate, and without the latter, the former wouldn't be as arousing. I marveled at the circular nature of things and smiled, inwardly, knowing that the 'stage' was truly set. Now I had to play my role and let the curtain drop, I thought, continuing the metaphor. I kissed him again and told him to lock up and turn all the lights off and I would be waiting for him. I ran down the hallway, my heart beating hard in my ears. In the room I turned on the bedside lamps and draped the thin scarves over them, then threw off my clothes in the walk-in-robe as I noticed all the curtains hanging down on the bed, its inner sanctum unseen by anyone outside. I grabbed the red shoes and rushed to the bed naked and climbed in through the curtains, being sure to close them tightly behind me. And there she was, sitting on her knees on the bed, her hands clasped but fidgeting on her lap, her face red and her heart pounding. My own was still pounding and it struck me for the first time that we were both completely naked together; something else I hadn't thought of. We were both very excited like school girls and we hugged hurriedly. I was also aware that for the first time ever, my naked breasts had touched other naked breasts, but I dismissed that thought given the impending excitement. She mouthed the words to me in the semi darkness, "Are you sure about this?" but before I could answer we heard Ian enter the room. I just nodded as a huge flutter of excitement went through my stomach at what was about to take place and a great pressure of excitement pressed down between my thighs. We sat holding hands for a minute while Ian undressed, all the while telling us what he wanted to do to 'me' and asking if I was ready. Helen's hands were shaking or perhaps it was mine, I wasn't sure. She broke my grip and trailed one finger between her pussy lips and it came up very wet. She smiled as she placed it in her mouth and sucked the juices from it. She was smiling but I could tell she was as nervous as I was. I was mesmerized at her little show, and almost missed the cue for 'me' to present myself ' for a good fucking' was his words. Helen slipped on the shoes and very carefully backed out of the curtains which lay long and folded over her back. The only way to see in was from underneath her body, and as that was going to be laid against the bed in the end, I was perfectly out of site. It was then that the enormity of what was happening truly hit me, it was also then that the truly arousing nature of what was happening hit me. I sat there and watched as my best friend slid her naked legs and ass out of the curtains and her feet in red shoes out onto the floor for my husband to drive his hard cock into her pussy. She had her elbows on the bed and her ass higher in the air in readiness. I could hear Ian making lustful comments about how great my ass was, and how fantastic my legs looked in those 'slut' shoes, but my eyes were drawn to Helen's eyes as she stared back at me, an odd look in her eyes that I assumed was a mixture of arousal and uncertainty. I was sitting in front of her, quite close so that if I had to respond to one of Ian's comments, my voice would sound as if it was coming from the right place. Helen's gaze into my eyes still looked lustful with expectation but she also let her gaze roam over my body that was right there before her , only inches away. I was knelt before her with my knees parted and from her position; my pussy was pretty much about all she could see right in front of her. I still had hold of her hand for support. "Are you ready for your man's hard cock?" Ian asked. "Yes..." I cooed, albeit somewhat huskily, then I felt Helen's hand grip mine quite firmly and saw her bite her lip. The rush of excitement ran through me, as I realised that Ian was unmistakably sliding his cock into my best friend, right there in front of me. It was such a turn on that I am sure I made the responding noises that Ian was expecting from me without having to fake anything. I watched as Helen's body began to move in front of me as Ian moved in and out of her and I felt my pussy begin to leak. I reached down to touch it and found my lips wide open and swollen again like the afternoon and the wetness was almost running from me. Helen's eyes followed my hands to my pussy as they made their enquiry and the divine look on her face told me she truly was enjoying my husband's cock inside her and perhaps the view of my arousal right in front of her. I withdrew my hand from my pussy but she stopped me and put it back there and nodded, telling me it was ok for me to touch it. I was a little uncomfortable, but the sight of her body jarring and her breasts swaying in front of me because my husband's cock was thumping into her, really was making me want to caress myself and relieve some of the pressure. The scene seemed surreal yet incredibly arousing. I gently rubbed my soaking wet pussy, awkwardly at first but with decreasing inhibitions as Helen's body rocked with my husband's thrusts. Her breasts swayed with each thrust as she squeezed my free hand and looked intently into my eyes, then down to my fingers that were delving alternatively into my swollen wet pussy and circling my hardened clit. The exhibitionism of it was oddly arousing, but the thought of my husband's cock in Helen was what was driving me towards a climax. Helen took the hand she was holding and drew it towards one of her breasts that was swaying almost violently back and forth. I thought perhaps she needed some more stimulation to come so I stopped playing with my clit while I concentrated on her nipple. I gently squeezed her breast and then took her nipple carefully between my thumb and forefinger and gently twirled it as it flayed back and forth. A moan escaped her throat eliciting a question from Ian. I responded quite huskily and saw Helen bite her lip again. She squeezed the hand that was at her nipple and pulled hard on it. I knew what she wanted. As I pulled firmer on her nipple and tugged and twisted it mercilessly, her eyes rolled back in her head as they had earlier, and she guided my other hand back to my pussy so she could watch. I could tell from the force of Helen's body movements and the grunts from outside the curtains, that Ian was getting close. He increased his rhythm and his force and I heard his groans get closer together and get higher and higher pitched until he groaned very loudly and started to pump his semen hard and deep into my best friend. The scene was amazingly erotic to imagine and to witness from this side of the curtain. If only I had been able to organise a video camera, I could have seen it from both sides. Ian's orgasm went on for a little while, each thrust getting slightly weaker. On the third thrust I felt Helen's hand squeeze mine very hard and I saw her face screw up in intense pleasure. I moaned loudly in unison with the small almost inaudible sounds coming from her and the squeezes of her hand in mine as she orgasmed strongly yet almost silently before me and I even managed to lower the tone of my 'fake' moans as the squeezes became less intense from her. Helen collapsed to the bed as I heard Ian's cock 'flop' from inside her. This was the dangerous part if he looked more closely now that he had finished, so I beckoned Helen to come back up onto the bed and she scrambled up, careful not to let the curtains part. "That was fantastic babe,..."he said in a deep lusty post orgasmic voice, "...now all I need is a good cuddle. The curtain started to move and I had no idea what to do. "No!" I yelled. Panic filled me. Here it was all going to go wrong. I knew I shouldn't have done this, but I couldn't get away from those incredibly erotic and arousing images that had been planted in my brain for the last two weeks. I had no idea what to do, and all the planning and wonderfully sexy preparations and execution was all about to blow up in my face.... My Face!!! On my hands and knees on the bed, I popped my head out of the curtains right where Helen's ass had been and pulled the curtains tight around my neck. This stopped him from climbing onto the bed and discovering our little secret, and I came face to face with his...well not his face...his cock, which was losing its hardness rapidly. I looked at it and could see the remnants of his cum on the tip and down the length of his shaft there was moisture and wetness that had come from my friend's pussy not minutes before. That thought stirred the pressure in my pussy again and the wanting returned. "No..." I said, more calmly this time, "... you made so much noise cumming just then that you have probably woken Helen up along the hall way... and while she's awake I want her to hear you cum again." I felt a hand on my inner thigh pinch me. It was obviously Helen in fun, getting back at me for my brazenness in what I had just said. The pinch hurt on the tender skin and made me jump forward, and the only thing in front of me was Ian's cock, which I had no option but to pretend I was going to take in my mouth all along. As his cock went into my mouth I could taste the usual saltiness of his cum but there was another taste. Then it occurred to me that I was tasting Helen's juices. Perhaps it was the naughtiness of it, perhaps it was Ian's hardening cock in my mouth, or perhaps it was just that I was as horny as I ever remembered being in my life, but the thought drove a rush of pleasure straight to my already throbbing pussy, making me wiggle my hips. I cupped Ian's balls with one hand and moved into a quick rhythm that I knew Ian liked but it suddenly struck me that I hadn't given this bit all that much thought had I? With my knees a long way apart as they were, what sort of view was Helen getting? What did it look like from inside the curtain? I wondered if it was that much different from when she had her eyes at my pussy level watching me rub my pussy, but that was when she was being fucked by my husband and she was very aroused, but now... I wondered what on earth she could be thinking! It didn't take long to find out. A Sexual Twist Just as I was enjoying thinking about what I had just said ..."Helen being fucked by my husband"... an electric shock went through my body as a hand, Helen's hand, started touching and caressing my pussy. I used my free hand to try and bat her hand away from my pussy but she was too quick. She could see, I couldn't! It felt wrong, but given the excitement of what had been happening, it also felt divine. It felt like she had her thumb in my pussy and was trailing the copious amounts of my wetness forward to my clit as she slowly yet deliberately stroked the length of my lips and my clit. I tried hard to stop her but the pleasure was rising from her touch. Ian saw my movement and grinned his sexiest grin. "Hmmm...turning you on again is it?...Rub that clit for me babe, cum for me again..." I was in turmoil! Helen was my friend. She was a woman! She was touching my pussy...and Goddddd it felt good...but it felt wrong. At the same time it felt incredible, much gentler than Ian when he touched me, touching in all the right spots. I could feel the pressure rising as well as the confusion. I could feel the orgasm closing in, but I didn't want to cum on my friend's fingers. It was all too surreal, but incredibly arousing. I managed to clamp my hand completely over my pussy to prevent her from touching me and I felt the bed move as she got the message and obviously moved away. I was able to put my hand back onto the bed to support my aching neck and shoulders and I relaxed a little back into my rhythm and concentrated on Ian's cock. I was certainly going to have a shower and make myself cum after this. It's amazing how wrong you can be sometimes isn't it? Helen wasn't moving away, rather she was maneuvering herself. My mouth was sliding deliciously up and down my husband's cock and I could hear his very appreciative noises as his pleasure increased, but when I felt two hands on the flat of my lower back. I was confused as to why Helen was pushing my bottom down towards the bed. That was until I felt her tongue on my pussy. In shock I realised she had laid on her back and slid her head between my legs that were wide apart kneeling and servicing my husband's cock. I squirmed to get away from her but I couldn't, not without giving the game away. I wiggled back and forth to try and stop her, but only proceeded to rub my soaking wet slit all over her face and mouth. It felt so wrong but so fucking fantastic, I didn't know what to do. I moaned deep in my throat as her tongue found my clit and flicked at it, sending ripples of pleasure through my loins. Ian just assumed I was still playing with my own pussy, as the hand supporting me was behind the curtain. I tried to bat her away again, but my legs wouldn't close because of her head between my thighs. "Her head between my thighs!" That image sprung to mind and the enjoyment was confusing. My neck and shoulders were straining to move up and down on Ian's cock without support, so I had no option other than to stop trying to prevent Helen's ministrations. Her tongue and mouth on my swollen opening was wonderful, her mouth devoured everything. I felt the whole area was soaked from an arousing mixture of her saliva and my pussy juices. She was good...she was damn good, as no area was neglected, and when she touched a certain spot that returned a groan or other response, she remembered, and came back again and again. I was trying hard to concentrate on a rhythm for Ian but Helen had a rhythm of her own. I gave in to it. If I couldn't do anything about it, why fight it? When that realization dawned, the pleasure was fantastic. I timed my movements up and down Ian's cock with Helen's lapping at my pussy and her tongue and fingers were drawing out such wonderful pleasure. My hips rocked back and forth, dragging my pussy across her lips and face. When she slid two fingers into my sodden hole and stroked the front wall of my pussy, I thought I saw stars all around me, it felt that good. I could hear Ian's grunts were getting closer together and knew he wouldn't be long now...nor would I!. "I'm ...going...to cum... very soon..." I breathlessly mumbled as much for Helen as for Ian. I hoped that Helen would get out of the way when I came, my pussy flooded with juices when I came hard, and I knew this was going to be one of the hardest I had ever had. "Me too babe!" was Ian's reply. Helen took this as her cue to step up her play. The ball of sensation coming from my pussy was so incredibly intense that for a few seconds I didn't feel one of her wet fingers gently teasing my anus. No one had ever touched me there before, not even Ian. She didn't try and enter, she just trailed a finger around it; it was so deliciously sensitive. Her tongue focused on my clit, circling and flicking with increased vigour and abandon, varying the pressure from soft to very firm, as two of her fingers entered my pussy and 'fucked' me back and forth. I was so close to the edge, that when she next slid her finger across the sensitive skin behind, I crashed over the edge and fell into a kaleidoscope of colour and pleasure. An intense groan started deep within me as the wave grew, so incredibly big, and crashed down on me, every muscles tensed, then clenched and unclenched as the pleasure rolled on as the huge wave assaulted the shoreline of my feelings. I didn't care that Helen was still licking my clit. I didn't care that I was grinding my pussy into her face as hard as I could. I didn't give a thought to her being between my thighs as my pussy flooded with my juices. It was all about me, this gigantic pulse, this crush of pleasure was my sole focus. Helen was unfazed by it all and hugged my pussy to her face, lapping continuously as I rode her tongue in delight. I didn't even care that my orgasm had made Ian cum...in my mouth... something I never did! He grabbed two handfuls of my hair and thrust forward with his hips and I felt thrust after thrust of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I didn't find out until later, but Helen had been rubbing her own pussy, and the sounds of our orgasm and the intensity at which I had cum on her face, crashed her over the edge as well. Helen continued to lick at my grinding soaking pussy as the pleasure fell away, and then slowed to a stop, knowing it would be too sensitive to continue. She caressed my butt as I regained breath and the spasm of the rest of my orgasm eased. I was spent, I was truly spent. I hadn't been able to swallow all Ian's cum and much of it dribbled down along the length of his shaft to his balls and was threatening to fall to the floor. "Fuck, babe, that was awesome!" he sounded like a teenager again, a very weary one. "You have no idea!" I replied, much the same, "...now go and have a quick shower and come back here, I need to be held in your big strong arms." I turned him towards the bathroom and slapped his rump to get him on his way. I watched until he got into the bathroom before pulling my head back into the confines of the bed curtains. Helen and I sat looking at each other for a few moments, unsure what to say. Helen's face was soaked, from her neck to her hair line. Her cheeks were glistening with wetness, my wetness, in the dim light. One of her hands also glistened too, while the other was still gently between her thighs making small circling movements as the last of her pleasure drifted away. A sated smile was plastered to her face. "You'd better hurry..." I finally whispered, breaking the spell, "...that was...that was..." "...fucking unbelievable." she whispered back, cutting me off and grinning. "Yes... it was..." was all I could offer, "...now...go...quickly...before he comes back." The excitement and adrenalin had gone and was now replaced by fear; fear of being discovered. Helen leaned in to hug me lightly and kissed me on the cheek. She smiled as she pulled away then stopped as if trying to make up her mind about something. She kissed me once more, but this time on the lips; a deep kiss and our tongues and our nipples just touched each others as the kiss went on for a few seconds. I was a little shocked; I had never kissed another woman on the mouth before and yet here and now it was strangely ok , and perhaps more shocking... I had never tasted my own juices on another woman's lips before. As she slipped from the bed with a cheeky smile on her face and padded silently down the hall into the darkness, I heard the shower stop running and I laid back to try and take in everything that had just happened. It had been a long time in the planning and had been incredibly sensual and arousing but I felt relieved that it was finally at an end. Then it struck me...was it the end...or was it another beginning?