3 comments/ 17218 views/ 0 favorites Those Days of...Ch. 11-15 By: TonyDowse THOSE DAYS OF SURPRISES Chapter 11 Food for Thought As we came out into the street I squeezed Helen's hand hard. 'That was simply wonderful darling. I just wished I'd been able to do something for you as well.' She squeezed back. 'Plenty of time Roger, plenty of time. But first, what about that meal you promised.' 'I thought you might have had enough to eat for the time being.' I answered with a grin. 'That was a delicious appetiser, now I need something more substantial.' she countered, smiling back at me. We found a small, Italian restaurant nearby, which as it was starting to get a bit late for most people to be eating, wasn't too full. I ordered a bottle of wine so we'd have something to drink while we were waiting for our order and after the waitress had poured for us I raised my glass and clinked it against Helen's. 'To you lover! For everything, everything you are, and especially for everything you've done for me.' She gave me a shy smile and we drank, then looked through the menu and, having ordered I leaned forward, reached across the table and covering her hand with mine asked quietly. 'How much of what you just did was planned and how much was sheer good luck?' 'What do you mean?' 'The half empty cinema, the steamy love scenes.' 'And the actress?' 'What about the actress?' 'Oh, come on Roger, the one that looks like Barbara, I could feel how you reacted whenever she took anything off.' 'O.K. her too then. Did you know all that before? Did you plan the whole thing?' 'Would you mind if I did?' 'Of course not, it was incredible, I just want to know how it all came together like that.' 'Let's say it worked out even better than I could have hoped. But yes I knew the film hadn't been very successful, in spite of the publicity the hot sex-scenes received. So I hoped the cinema wouldn't be packed, but I never imagined it would be as empty is it actually was. I knew the actress of course, Barbara and I have often commented on how alike they are. So let's say that although it wasn't really planned in detail, I did hope I'd be able to get you excited and at least do some of what I was actually able to do for you. Remember, I told you that earlier, that one of the things that I thought I'd find exciting was doing it for you somewhere like that.' I nodded, and our conversation the previous week-end came back to me. Helen had said - 'But I don't think I've ever had so many, specifically sexual thoughts as I've had during the short time I've known you. And I just love the feel of you, especially your cock. I don't mean just when you are inside me, I love holding it, feeling it's strength, it's hardness in my hand or in my mouth. When you're with me I just want to touch you, arouse you, make you climax.' And I had replied - 'It's exciting for me, knowing that you enjoy touching me, arousing me, and rather like what you were saying, about making love in unusual places, it would be very exciting for me if you were to do it, I mean get me off, in places like that.' And I recalled that I had seen that she had thought about what I'd said and that she had then said - 'That would be exciting for me too Roger. I like that idea.' So, obviously she had meant every word she said, and had come up with a way of seeing if she could turn her idea into reality, and, as far as I was concerned anyway, she had been spectacularly successful! Her voice broke through my thoughts. 'Penny for them.' 'Sorry, I was just remembering what you had said, what we had talked about. You were quite serious about it all.' 'Of course, weren't you?' 'Oh yes, yes I was. It's just, I hadn't realised just how much you wanted those things, you've obviously thought about it a lot in the last few days.' She flushed slightly. 'Yes, yes I have. I told you, since I've known you I can't seem to stop thinking about sex. It's almost embarrassing, I feel, well, quite wanton about it. I just don't know what's got into me Roger.' The serious, almost worried expression that had come over her face cleared and she couldn't help laughing as I answered. 'Well for one thing, my cock!' 'Yes and that's what's taking up so much of my time, thinking about it, your cock I mean. The lovely, wonderful things it does for me, and the exciting things I want to do for it, for you.' 'Darling if the fantastic things you just did for us both are the result of you thinking sexy thoughts, just keep on thinking them. By the way, I think we gave one of the usherette's a bit of a thrill too.' 'What do you mean?' 'As we came out, one of them was looking decidedly hot, and she gave us a very odd look. I think she must have been behind us, watching what we were up to.' 'Oh, thank heaven I didn't know that at the time, I'd have been too embarrassed to walk past her.' 'I wouldn't worry, she looked as though she'd got a bit of a kick out of it. Maybe she likes to watch, lots of people do you know.' 'Like you?' she saw my puzzled look and grinning cheekily, explained. 'Like the time you got yourself off when you were watching Barbara and Julia together.' 'True, true, I'll plead guilty. How about you?' She thought for a moment. 'I'm not honestly sure, maybe, at the right time and place. I have thought about it you know, its been one of the many strange things that have come into my head.' Just then we were interrupted by the waitress bringing our meal and the sight and aroma of the food made us both realise that we were really quite hungry and so for a while our conversation was slowed as we ate and drank. We took our time and as nobody had come into the restaurant since we had and people that had been there before us finished their meals and left, the place gradually began to empty. By the time we were served with our coffee we were the only ones left and as the waitress served us, she asked. 'Will there be anything else sir?' Recognising what had prompted the question I answered. 'No thank you, and perhaps you'd like me to settle the bill now.' She smiled. 'Thank you sir. There's no need for you to rush, but you don't mind if I start clearing up around you I hope.' 'Of course not, it's getting late.' I paid, we sipped our coffee and the waitress busied herself with clearing the other tables. 'I'll need to go to the ladies' room before we leave Roger.' Helen said quietly. 'Good idea.' I answered and looking around, saw a discrete sign off to one side. 'Looks like they're both over there, I'll come too.' The doors were adjacent and when I was standing in front of the urinal and got my cock out, the feel of the caked residue from my climax that I found was still entangled in my hairs brought back the memory of the incredible thrills Helen had given me, and reminded me of the view I had had of her. Her dark stockinged legs, the pale rounded thighs and, higher still the dark curling hair around her sex. No panties! She'd come out with me without panties, leaving herself available for me to touch, and I hadn't been able to reach her. Now she was sitting just a short distance away... I finished and went out, took a quick glance up the short hall-way and, seeing that the waitress was busy over on the far side of the restaurant, I quietly opened the door marked 'Ladies' and went in. It was very feminine, carpet on the floor, subdued lighting, a well set up section for women to touch up their make-up, complete with vanity top, mirror and a padded seat. There were four cubicles and of course only one had its door closed, as I stood there I heard the toilet flush and I moved across to stand outside the closed door. I heard her give a small gasp of surprise as I said quietly. 'It's only me Helen.' The door opened and she came out. 'What are you doing in here?' 'I suddenly thought that it was about time I did something nice for you, and that this might be the right time and place to do it.' I answered, taking her into my arms, pulling her tightly against myself and bending to kiss her, hard. She resisted, momentarily, then pressed herself eagerly against me, returning my kiss with passion and fervour and as my hands slid down to cup and fondle her buttocks I felt her grinding her pelvis against mine. I let my hands wander freely over every part of her I could reach, and she began to moan softly as my caresses re-aroused her earlier heat. Not knowing how long we would have before the waitress noticed our prolonged absence and came looking for us, I didn't fondle her for as long as I would have liked to before edging her towards the make-up bench. As I gently pushed her down on to the padded seat her eyes looked up into mine and I saw that they were already clouded with her longing. 'I've needed you to touch me all evening Roger.' she whispered. 'I couldn't believe how wet I got in the cinema, I nearly came several times, I just couldn't get myself over that final hump. It was so frustrating.' 'I know, I know. I wanted to do it for you, but the way you had me pinned down, it was just impossible. But I'll make it all up to you, starting right now.' As I eased her legs wide apart the skirt fell open and again I was treated to my favourite view, her stockinged legs, and at their apex, her patiently waiting pussy. I kneeled there for a minute, my hands resting lightly on top of her warm thighs, drinking in the sight of her, and in spite of the enormous climax she had given me only an hour or so earlier, I felt a slow stirring of re-arousal building somewhere deep inside me. But I ignored that feeling and concentrated all my thoughts and actions on giving her at least a little of the pleasure she had so unselfishly given me earlier. She let out a small sigh as I slid my hands up along her thighs, my finger-tips lightly tracing patterns over and down between them and, as they slowly worked their way higher, I saw her tense in anticipation of what she hoped was to follow. I could also see that her pussy was already at least partially aroused, its outer lips glistening from within the surrounding curls, puffy and pink, with tiny beads of moisture clinging to their delicate folds. I let one hand edge higher, then lightly slipped it around and over the very outer edges, hearing her gasp with the shock of pleasure that coursed through her as I did that. Then I pulled her forwards, until her bottom was on the very edge of the seat and edged closer, bending lower and pressing my head up between the warm softness of her thighs. She leaned backwards, resting against the vanity-top, stretching her arms up sideways to hold on to it for further support, and began softly moaning with pleasure as my tongue repeated the light touches my finger-tips had made. Taking my time, licking up the small droplets as I went, I circled her sex, feeling the lips spreading like the petals of a flower as her arousal grew and her moans became a little louder. It wasn't long before the effects of what I was doing to her stirred her even more deeply, I felt tremors running through her body. In response to that I let my tongue slip up between the inner folds, and a little later, stiffened it and probed even deeper inside her. Pressing my mouth up against the growing wetness of her outer lips I tasted the acrid sweetness of her juices, felt the hard bud of her clitoris pressing against my upper lip and, as her need grew even stronger, felt her begin jerking herself against me. Feeling that I slid my tongue back from inside her and began lightly rolling the tip over the tender ridge of her clitoris. The very first touch made her start shuddering strongly and so when she reached one hand around to grasp the back of my head and pill me closer, I began to flicker my tongue up and down over it. She arched upwards against my mouth, gripping my head even tighter to herself and, as her groans turned to short, guttural gasps of ecstasy, I felt her body convulsing as her climax began. I continued flicking faster and faster as her climax grew stronger, then as it carried her high over the top I began greedily sucking. Until then she'd been able to at least partially stifle her cries of pleasure but they suddenly grew louder and my mouth was filled by a rush of fluid that continued streaming from her as the strength of the climax took her higher and higher. But although it went on for much longer than I'd expected in time she began to slowly come down again, and as the shuddering lessened and her body relaxed she bent forwards, gripping and holding my head close with her thighs and both hands. The stirring I had felt a few minutes before, when I knelt looking at her, was nothing compared with what I was feeling by then. The warmth, feel, scent and taste of her body had quickly re-aroused me and as she hugged me tightly up against herself I felt my cock trying unsuccessfully to jerk upright within the tight confines of my trousers. 'That was sensational darling, thank you, thank you.' she said softly, kissing the top of my head. Of course, held tight up against the heat of her sex as I still was, I could do no more than make a muffled mumble in reply, and hearing that she giggled and relaxed her tight hold. I came up for air, wiping her wetness from my mouth and grinned up at her happily smiling face. 'It was no more than you deserve, especially after what you did for me darling. But although I'd love to start again and there's a part of me is becoming quite adamant that I should, I think I'd better slip out, before the waitress starts to wonder. You take your time though, there's no rush.' As I stood up Helen saw the long bulge my cock was making in the front of my trousers and as I kissed her before turning to go, she reached up, squeezed it affectionately and, giving me a very disappointed look, said. 'I suppose you must. But take care of that magnificent thing for me, for later!' I peered out before fully opening the door and as there was still nobody around, slipped out and went back to our table, to find that both coffee cups had been re-filled, and that in front of where I had been sitting there was a small glass of liqueur. I looked around and saw the waitress, she grinned and said. 'Compliments of the restaurant sir.' Adding with a mischievous grin. 'I thought you might need a pick-me-up!' 'Thank you, very considerate of you.' I said, giving her a weak smile in return. So we'd been caught again, twice in one evening. We obviously weren't very good at the surreptitious sex thing, yet and would need a good deal more practice, I thought to myself. 'Do you think the lady would like a liqueur too sir?' The waitress asked. 'I shouldn't think so thank you, she'll be fine with just the coffee.' 'Oh, I'm quite sure she's already feeling fine sir.' she replied with a giggle as she turned away and carried on with her work. I hadn't really looked at her before, until that moment I'd only had eyes for Helen but, like any red-blooded male, and with the erection that my session with Helen had produced, a knowingly cheeky girl was worth a second look. And that one certainly was. Quite small, much shorter than Helen and with a body in proportion to her height. Good legs, nicely rounded calves and tiny ankles, and unlike most waitresses wearing shoes with high heels that accentuated their shape. As she moved around the tables she was re-setting for the following day's business I got a better look at the rest of her; slim hips and a tight arse, small but nicely rounded breasts, and a pretty face with wide-set eyes and a full, generous mouth, all topped off with reddish-blonde hair cut very short. She looked up and caught me studying her and gave me that same mischievous grin. B then I thought I detected just a hint of envy in her eyes as she said. 'She's taking a bit of time to get over it sir. Whatever you did, you must have been very thorough.' I actually felt myself blush and for a moment had no idea what to say in response. But as she continued grinning at me I had to say something. 'A man does his best.' I said. 'I only wish every man had that attitude. I know a few who wouldn't even know what you were talking about, let alone how to go about doing it.' Perhaps luckily, just then Helen returned, breaking off what was turning out to be a very intriguing situation, and I found myself momentarily wondering what might have developed if she had taken just another few minutes to get ready. 'The waitress thought we'd like another coffee before we go darling.' I said. 'Oh, not for me Roger. Let's get on home, it's getting late now, and I'm sure the waitress would like to shut up shop for the night.' So we collected our things, I left a larger than usual tip for the girl and, as we were about to leave, heard her call out, with a tone that I thought contained a personal message. 'Good night. I hope we'll see you again, maybe soon, sir.' 'Sorry I took so long darling. When I got up I found I was really quite wobbly, I was still shaking all over and my legs seemed to turn to jelly. It took ages for me to calm down again, so it's all you're fault.' Helen said, hugging me hard. 'Anyway, what was that waitress grinning about?' she said, changing the subject. 'We got sprung again!' 'You mean she knew we were in there together?' 'Yep. Gave me a drink, compliments of the house, to help me get my strength back.' 'She didn't?' 'Yes she did. And when you took so long to re-appear she complimented me on what I must have done for you.' Helen gasped and blushed furiously. 'God, how embarrassing!' 'Oh I don't know, I thought it was all rather funny actually. Getting sprung twice the very first time we try anything sneaky. Obviously we need more practice.' Helen saw the funny side too and quickly calmed down. 'But the waitress, I would have thought she'd be upset or angry at our behaviour.' 'Obviously not, if anything, she seemed a little bit jealous.' 'Jealous?' 'I got the impression that if I went back there she would quite like me to show her what I was able to do for you.' 'Beast!' she gasped, at the same time giving me quite a firm clip around the head. 'What a thing to say.' 'It wasn't me, it was her.' 'Cheap little tart.' 'Nice legs though.' I responded, grinning at the intensity of her outburst. My typically male attitude and the fact that I obviously thought the whole thing was a bit of a laugh again defused her indignation and a few minutes later she was laughing with me. * Chapter 12 More Surprises Helen woke before I did the following morning, and as it was Sunday we had a whole day of nothing but each other to look forward to and when I went looking for her I found her in the kitchen, wearing only a provocatively short little nightie. Having heard me get up she was already in the process of making me a cup of coffee and I went over and stood behind her, slipping my arms around her and kissing her neck, nuzzling my mouth in the angle between her neck and shoulder. By then I knew that was one of her more sensitive areas and as my hands slid around her and slipped up under her nightie to gently squeeze her breasts I felt her press herself back against me. 'Good morning my beautiful darling. Did you sleep well?' 'Mmm! Yes thank you lover. I don't think I stirred all night.' 'Have you been up long?' 'Not long, half an hour maybe.' I felt her nipples stiffening between my fingers and in turn, as her bottom pressed back against me, my cock slowly re-filling in response. 'So what have you been doing with yourself?' 'Oh, just thinking.' 'What about?' 'Us, yesterday, what we did, my reactions, other things. That feels nice.' she added as my cock finally rose inside the thin cotton shorts I wore to bed and she felt its rising stiffness pressing against the backs of her thighs. Those Days of...Ch. 11-15 I turned her around and kissed her properly, thrilling at the sensations caused by feel of her firm buttocks in my hands and her pelvis rotating against my still engorging cock. But just then the water came to the boil and as we had all day ahead of us we were quite content to delay making love, give ourselves time to each build to full arousal, enjoying the sense of anticipation of what would inevitably happen some time later. Instead I turned my attention to making toast for both of us and soon we were sitting on either side of the kitchen table, munching happily. 'Tell me more about what you were thinking about. You mentioned your reactions to what happened yesterday, what were they? Did you enjoy what we did?' 'Oh yes of course! Yes, it was quite marvellous Roger. I'd love to do things like that again some time. How about you?' 'After what you did, and the way you made me feel? Any time!' She giggled. 'You certainly came incredibly powerfully. That's one of the things I was thinking about, remembering how it felt for me, trying hard to imagine how it must have been for you, I can't get that bit very clear in my head of course. A man's climax is so different to a woman's, so quick, so explosive, it's hard for a woman to imagine just how it must feel. Just as I suppose it's hard for a man to imagine a woman's, which is much more gradual, more drawn-out.' 'True. I've often thought how lucky a woman is in that way. Not just in being able to have an extended climax but also in the way you can have both multiple and successive climaxes. While a man has something much more powerful, that's it, for some time anyway. Most of us need a fair amount of recovery time before we can have another, particularly once you get to around my age. Seems a bit unfair in way.' 'Perhaps that's nature's way of compensating a woman for having to put up with a man's roving eye.' 'Roving eye?' 'The way a man seems to be forever looking for another woman, never seems content with the one he's got.' 'I don't think that's fair either.' 'What about that waitress?' 'What on earth do you mean?' 'Come on, admit it. If I hadn't been there you'd probably have ended up having sex with her.' 'If you hadn't been there then neither would I.' 'That's not what I meant. When I came out of the toilet, although I didn't know what had started it, I could tell by the look on your face, and by the way you kept glancing at her, that you were, let's say, at least interested.' 'She was pretty. But that doesn't mean I would have hopped into bed with her, even if she'd wanted me to.' Helen gave a short laugh. 'Be honest, if she'd wanted you to and if I had already gone on home, let's say I had stormed out in a huff over something, under those circumstances I'm sure you would have.' I imagined the scenario Helen painted, remembered the cute little blonde with the cheeky smile, nice legs, and pert little body, and tried to picture how she'd look naked, how her generous mouth and lips would look, wrapped around my cock-head, how tight her little pussy might be, how saucy she might be in bed. And deep down knew that Helen was exactly right, given the chance I would have ended up fucking her. But of course I wasn't going to admit that. 'Maybe, if you had walked out on me like that. I'd be hurt, upset, vulnerable to someone offering sympathy.' That brought another short, derisive laugh from Helen. 'Vulnerable? Sympathy? Be honest, men just like change, variation, whatever you like to call it. Anyway, what about the way you reacted whenever the actress in the film got sexy, you can't deny that happened, I felt it remember.' 'You said you enjoyed that.' 'I did Roger, I did. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being critical or trying to pick a fight with you, I'm just trying to get you to be honest. As honest with me as I've been with you in telling you what I like.' 'I still don't see what you're driving at.' 'Well, for one thing. Honestly now, would you have liked to make love to that waitress? More to the point, having felt your reaction to Barbara's look-alike in the film, I think you'd like to make love to Barbara. Am I right?' Helen had said, 'honestly now', but did she really want the honest answers to those questions? Especially the second one! I knew the answers to both questions, 'Yes!' - but I felt sure she didn't really want to hear it like that. 'O.K., honestly you said. Let me try to explain it this way. Under certain circumstances, if what you suggested had actually happened in the restaurant for instance. Given that I still had a strong erection from what I did for you in the Ladies' Room, if she had come on really strongly, probably. I mean, yes I probably would have. As to Barbara. Well that's an even more hypothetical question isn't it? I mean she's with Julia, that's obviously her preference, so I can't imagine the circumstances even happening. But let's say I'd met her and not you, if she had wanted me, then again, probably yes. But I didn't meet her first, I met you, and you're much too wonderful a lady, and a lover, to risk losing. Especially for just a quick fuck. And don't forget that I resisted the temptation when I had the chance.' 'But you didn't know the girl was Barbara then.' 'That's true too, but she was available, as Barbara has been.' 'What do you mean?' I suddenly realised what I had said. Helen didn't know what Barbara had said, and done, offering herself to me in the way she had. I had no way out, I had to explain myself somehow. 'That first day, after I dropped you off at your office and took Barbara home, she made it very obvious that she'd like me to stay. I got the impression, I could have been wrong of course, the impression that she'd welcome me doing for her what I had done with you. But I didn't!' I was able to add with total honesty. 'So does that answer your question?' 'I thought something like that had happened. Barbara was so bitchy when I got home, I somehow knew she'd tried something. But I still think you're not being completely honest, either with yourself, or with me. I still think that given the opportunity, you'd love to get Barbara in bed.' Without really thinking about the implications of what I was saying I responded almost automatically. 'From the way you're going on about it, it sounds as though you'd like me to.' There was silence for a few moments, finally broken by her much quieter, almost whispering acknowledgement. 'Maybe I would!' It was my turn to be silent. I couldn't really believe I had heard what I was sure I had. My brain span, questions crowding in on unanswered questions. 'Why on earth would Helen want me to make love to her daughter?' 'What could she get from me doing it?' 'Would she want to be there?' 'To watch?' 'To join in?' 'If she did, could I do it?' 'What would it be like, having the two of them at once?' And as a result of the vividly erotic scenes those questions brought into my mind, and hidden from Helen by the table between us, I felt my still partially engorged cock starting to throbbingly re-stiffen. 'Are you serious, or just working through some problem?' 'I'm not sure I can explain Roger. But it's been bothering me ever since that first day. I keep getting the same pictures in my head, the three of us, making love together. Watching you do it to Barbara, even helping you do it, trying to make it even better for both of you. I know it sounds weird, perhaps even wicked. But it just keeps coming back, playing on my mind at all sorts of different times. And the trouble is that each time the pictures are getting clearer, the feelings stronger.' At that stage I had no answer, and as I got the distinct impression there was more to come, I sat quietly waiting. After a minute or so Helen continued, but in a way I didn't really want her to. 'But all that doesn't answer my original question. If it were somehow possible, would you like to do it?' Confrontation! I still didn't really know the cause of her strange feelings, fantasies, but what she wanted to hear now seemed obvious. 'Under very special circumstances, and only if I was certain it was what you really, truly wanted me to do for you, maybe.' She actually smiled, it was bit tortured, somewhere between a smile and a look of despair, but the smile won out and a few seconds later, as what I'd said sank in, I saw a sparkle begin to come back into her eyes. 'You mean that Roger?' 'Yes darling, sometime, only if that's what you really want me to do. But before I did you would have to explain exactly why, what's behind it. You have to admit that it's a very strange thing for a mother to ask of her lover, to fuck her daughter. And of course Barbara may not be as interested now as you think she was earlier.' 'I'm sure she is Roger, I know her. And of course I'll explain things better, I promise you that, and when I do I'm sure you'll understand. But I'm sorry I've made such a thing about it, so soon, that's not fair on you, but it's been starting to haunt me, that you would rather be with her than with me. I had to find out how you really felt about her. It's funny, but in a way I feel better already' 'I'm glad someone does.' I muttered. 'Roger darling, I'm sorry. What a hell of a way to start a day, especially after the wonderful times we had yesterday. I'm being so selfish. I'm sorry.' She got up from the table, came around behind me and then wrapped her arms around me. The conflicting emotions that had been stirred by the strangeness of the conversation had kept my cock in a semi-aroused state. But, as she held me, I found that the warmth of her, the feel of her firm breasts pressing against my bare shoulders, and especially the way she slid her fingers down across my stomach, beneath the band of my shorts, found and then began to play with it, soon had it fully aroused. The way she was bending over me meant that other than reach around behind her, I was almost unable to move and she could do virtually as she liked with me. As she did what I had earlier, nuzzling her face against my neck, her hair fell forwards tickling my shoulders and chest, my nostrils were filled with the warm scent of her body and, coupled with that, the slow, fondling caresses she was giving my cock and balls soon had my blood pounding and an ache growing deep inside me. My hands were doing the only thing I could in that position, running up the backs of her legs, beneath the short nightie, up to the firm roundness of her buttocks, which, as she bent forward were stretched apart just enough for me to get them into the hot cleft between their cheeks. She squirmed as I delved deep into it and then, as I felt her thighs relax a little, I slid my fingers forwards until they felt the warm moistness of her sex. I don't know how long we continued playing with each other in that position, we were both getting so much excitement from what we were doing that I don't think either of us minded the discomfort. But some time later Helen eventually suggested we go back to bed, and of course by then I was more than happy to agree. As she let me up from the chair she took the opportunity to strip my shorts off and then, as what we had been doing to each other had left my cock sticking up almost vertically, took hold of it and, with a giggle, literally led me by it through to the bed-room. Remembering what she had said about one of her favourite positions being when she was on top of me, I lay straight down on the bed watching as she slipped the nightie up over her head, drinking in the sight of her body, anticipating the thrills that were soon to come. As she joined me I turned and lifted her until she was kneeling, straddling me, then, instead of letting her slip my cock up into her as she expected, I slid myself down between her legs until her beautiful pussy was immediately above me. Instantly understanding what I intended doing she reached forward for a pillow and as I lifted my head, pushed it down beneath it, easing the strain of that position for me then, taking her weight on her arms, remained down on all fours, waiting for what was to follow. I used a similar technique to the one that had been so exciting for her in the restaurant toilet, except that by using just my mouth and tongue on her pussy I kept my hands free to roam over other parts of her body. Once again, as I looked up I saw that her sex was already wet, pink and puffy from her arousal, and as I licked carefully around its outer edges I felt her shudder at that first, very light touch. Then, running my hands along beneath her thighs and up over the long sweep of her bottom I eased her a little forward and down, so I could more easily reach up into her with my tongue. Again I was in no rush, the sight, earthy smell of her sex and her response to what I was doing was sufficiently exciting to keep my cock straining upright and I knew that its turn would come soon enough. So, I licked slowly around, over and between her moist folds, all the time running my hands lightly up and down her back, every now and then slipping lower, to squeeze her arse-cheeks and, occasionally letting my fingers slip down into the crack between them. As the effect of what I was doing for her slowly built and intensified she began to squirm and softly moan with growing pleasure and those reactions grew even stronger when, soon after that I slipped my stiffened tongue up between the tender folds and used it to probe inside her. Feeling that she lifted herself upright so I could get even deeper and, as she did that I reached up, stroked and gently squeezed the firm fullness of her breasts, nipping their hardened nipples between my fingers, feeling fresh tremors of delight run through her in response. The change of position left Helen's hands free and she reached back around behind herself and took hold of my cock with one and slid the other down between my thighs and cupped my tightly swollen balls. As her fingers began to caress and stroke me I felt the pressure inside rising and gauged the time right to take her up to her next plateau of excitement. So, reluctantly releasing the soft firmness of her breasts I slipped my hand down beneath her and lifted her up a little more so I could use my tongue on her clitoris. She shuddered violently as she felt me lick up over the sensitive ridge it was already making and as I gradually worked my tongue faster I heard her intermittent moans turning to louder cries of sheer delight. My original intention had been to take her to a full climax that way and after that to use my cock to give her another, but in that position she could control events better than I, and although it was clear that she loved what my tongue was doing for her, it was equally obvious that she wanted what her hand had a firm grip of inside herself right away. Not needing any help from me, she lifted herself slightly, eased back a little and with a quick change of hands, guided the tip of it up between her wet and swollen outer pussy-lips. Once there she paused, holding still, then tentatively moved herself slowly up and down, sending shock waves of pleasure up though me as her pussy-lips grazed the super-sensitive surface of my cock-head. But exciting though that undoubtedly was she knew we both needed much more than just that, and after a dozen or so of those little moves she re-adjusted her position and slowly pushed herself down, that time taking the entire straining length of my cock deep inside herself. She let out a long, slow sigh of satisfaction as she felt herself being filled, and I heard myself making a similar sound as the tightness of her pussy forced the loose skin downwards, triggering every single nerve-ending in my throbbing shaft. Although I hadn't fully realised it, by then I must have been so wound-up with sexual tension that the effects of that initial penetration were ten times more powerful than usual. The signals zipping through me literally flooded the pleasure centre in my brain, momentarily blocking everything else, and I only realised she had taken all of my cock when I felt the warm pressure of her bottom and a faint tickling sensation as her bush tangled with mine. Once Helen was sure she had it all she arched her body backwards and as that position thrust her breasts high I took the opportunity to reach up and to squeeze and fondle them again, while she ground herself down against me, adjusting her position until she could feel my cock-head pushing against the inner lining of the deepest parts of her sex. Her voice was deep, husky from her extreme state of arousal and she almost sobbed as she gasped. 'Oh Roger! Oh my God, you can't imagine how wonderful that is. You're so big, and so hard, it feels as though I'm being split wide open.' Then, she began to rise and fall. At first moving slowly, almost hesitantly, lifting herself up until she felt the sharp ridge at the base of the head catching against the innermost fold of her pussy-lips, then pausing for a moment before beginning that long downward drive again. Grunting as she forced more and more of it back into her depths. For me those minutes were tortured bliss. I couldn't believe the thrills her body was generating and though mine was arched rigidly upwards and by using my hips and pelvis I was forcing myself even higher, I mentally simply 'lay back', and let the incredible sensations flood through me. But of course, in time, as our bodies drove us on towards our inevitable climaxes, both her movements and my reactions began to become more urgent. I looked down across myself, to where our bodies joined and watched the sight of my glistening shaft being engulfed by her downward thrusts, and as they gradually increased in speed I heard her low moans of pleasure gradually turn to short, explosive pants of growing need, then to deep grunts of increasingly urgent demand, and heard my own reactions echoing hers as the pressure inside me rose higher. I looked up, past the swollen, spiky tips of her breasts, saw the flush that spread from them up across her neck and coloured her grimacing face. Perspiration was forming on her upper lip and forehead and though her eyes were clenched tight I could imagine the wild stare that would be filling them if they were open. I watched her breasts jiggling and bouncing above me as she increased the speed of her action then looked down again at the sight of her flashing up and down the pole-like thing my shaft had become as the pressure inside me rose higher and higher. Then, as her pounding got even more frenzied, I felt the first surge rising from somewhere deep inside myself, locking my body tight and I gave myself up to the thrills the wonderful, excruciatingly wonderful thrills. Then I heard Helen's irregular grunts blending and turning into a slowly rising wail, a wail that ended in a loud, wild shriek, as her body's reactions reached critical point and she felt her climax start to roll through her, rippling outwards from her core, triggering spasms in every muscle, every fibre. As she began her climax and I felt the start of her pussy's rhythmic contractions I also felt some pressure valve finally snap open, releasing the flood that had been building inside me. It seared up though my cock, and as I gave a series of loud, guttural grunts, exploded, jetting deep into her very core. Helen's climax went on and on, and though her ride gradually slowed, became less frenzied, she continued pumping me, as though trying to force more and still more from my all too quickly emptying body. And though my spasming cock spurted less and less powerfully what she urged from it added to the cocktail of juices inside her, which was soon whipped to a froth that then bubbled back out and ran down my shaft to form a growing pool around its base. Those Days of...Ch. 11-15 She collapsed forwards, still gasping for breath, her entire body hot and sticky with perspiration from the force of her exertions, and I held her tightly down against myself, grateful for the opportunity to recover from the power of the climax she had produced for me. Some time later she finally rolled off me, my cock making a loud squelching sound as even more fluid gushed from her pussy and then we simply lay quietly as our bodies began recovering from the intensity of what we had shared. Chapter 13 Barbara's Visits The next few weeks seemed to fly by. We each had our work, and in the evenings and at the week-ends, each other. We seemed to never tire of the pleasures our coming together gave us, each time was fresh, each time there was something new. Sometimes whoever was home first, and that was usually Helen, could hardly wait for the other to close the door behind them before they began. Other times we were both happy to simply be together, preparing a meal, doing some chores, occasionally going out for a meal or to a movie or show. We talked too of course, learning more of each other's past, hopes, dreams and ambitions, but it seemed as though each of us was being careful to avoid the subject of Barbara. She dropped round a few times, usually to collect additional things from her room and though I was sometimes out when she called, when I was there I got the distinct feeling that she was watching me, as though waiting for me to do or say something. I had to admit to myself that those infrequent visits kept the memory of my earlier pictures of her fresh in my mind, those and the strange and disturbing conversation between Helen and I. I had given an answer to her question that seemed to please and satisfy her, but later had several times tried to be totally honest with myself. I had no trouble admitting that just the thought of having Barbara in bed, or anywhere else come to that, was more than enough to bring my cock to full attention. And the thought of having both of them together in bed with me very nearly made me shoot-off in my pants. But something, whether it was the deeper feelings I had developed for Helen or some more general, social taboo, seemed to get in the way of my being able to accept those, presumably natural reactions. When Barbara dropped around she usually wore either shorts or jeans with some sort of T-shirt, the one thing they had in common was that they were all tight enough to show off the fact that she usually went bra-less. Once she'd collected whatever she had come for we'd sit together for a while, she and Helen chatting, while I surreptitiously watched the way the pronounced curves of her mouth-watering breasts slowly swayed each time she moved. My cock reacted in the only way it knew how and if Helen had wanted to be really sure of what reactions Barbara produced, not just inside my head but elsewhere too, a quick feel of my crotch would have been more than enough to confirm the truth. But she didn't, Barbara would leave, Helen make a couple of comments about how well she looked, that she seemed happy enough, and that was that. But after each visit I found it took a while for me to blank out the picture of those gently swaying breasts, and for my cock to subside. And, as it seemed that each time it was taking me a little longer to get rid of the images and my reactions to them in some ways I was relieved Helen didn't raise the subject of a threesome again, until after one dramatically different visit. That particular evening when I came home I found Barbara already there. As she was out on the narrow landing at the top, bending over to get something out of a chest they kept there, I saw her as I began climbing the stairs from the front door. She had presumably come straight from work because she wasn't in her more usual casual clothes, wearing a short straight skirt, and under it, black stockings. I could see they were stockings and not pantyhose because when I glanced up I found I could see straight up under her skirt. And as I stood still, staring up along the sheer black nylon clad legs, my eyes moved slowly higher, to where the darker welt separated the line between stockings and the pale curve of her thighs. She must have heard the door close, my footsteps on the stairs and then that they had stopped, and known what I was doing, but she didn't move, she stayed in that position for as long as I stood staring up at her, and I can't tell how long that actually was, at the time it seemed like an age. In the weeks we had been together Helen had become something of an expert in providing for my fetish about her legs, and seemed to get almost as much of a thrill from what she did as she gave me in doing it. She had gradually bought a whole range of suspender belts, garters and variously coloured stockings. Even when she didn't deliberately flaunt the fact that she was wearing them for me, which she usually did, just knowing what delights were waiting to be uncovered gave me a buzz. And on those occasions when she purposely kept them on while we made love, and I had the thrill of the silky feel of them wrapped around me as we did, she took me to my seventh heaven. So it wasn't that I had been deprived of the stimulation that stocking clad legs gave me and although they were terrific, Barbara's legs were not in the same class as Helen's. But nevertheless, standing there, looking all the way up them, gave me an almost instantaneous erection, and as I felt it rise I felt the same urge that I had that Saturday morning when I had found her in bed with Julia, on almost overpowering urge to thrust it deep, deep between the smooth, fleshy cheeks of her arse. Finally I tore my eyes away and went up the remaining stairs, but even when she straightened up and turned to give me a quiet 'hello' and a mischievous grin, I couldn't get rid of the memory of what I had seen, nor the powerful reaction it had triggered. And the rest of what she was wearing simply added fuel to the fire that sight had lit. A short tailored jacket, beneath she had on a white blouse with a scooped neck that exposed an expanse of creamy white skin of the rising swell of her breasts. Coupled with the still sharp picture of what I had seen a few seconds before, and another of the ones I carried in my head, of her standing beside Julia, fully naked, just one look was enough to send a shiver of need coursing up through me. Barbara didn't help, she just stood there, looking me straight in the eye, not saying a word, letting me continue to stare at her, seeing my tension, watching the reactions that must have shown on my face. Then when she finally lowered her eyes she looked straight down, at my crotch, where she must have been able to see the pronounced bulge my cock was undoubtedly making. When she saw the proof of my reaction to her I saw a small satisfied smile crinkle the corners of her mouth, and it was only then that she moved, and that was towards me. She stood so near that I could almost feel her breath as she spoke. 'What Julia and I have together is good, really good Roger, but its nowhere near as good as what I think you and I could have. You know that don't you?' I couldn't speak, I just nodded. Then, as she continued. 'You can't deny you want me too.' she reached forward and I felt her hand covering the ridge of my cock and then her fingers curling around it. Again I could only dumbly nod before she added. 'I'm sure Mother wouldn't mind, in fact I think she wants us to get together as much as we do.' Her eyes seemed to bore right through me and what her fingers were doing below was getting me dangerously close to making a fool of myself, and yet I couldn't find the strength to stop her. 'Why me?' I finally managed to croak. 'I'm too old for you, your mother and I are happy together. If Julia isn't enough, why not some guy closer to your age?' At that, to my intense relief, seemed to break the incredible tension between us, she let go of me, turned and started to move towards the kitchen, and I heard a catch in her voice as she answered. 'I can't explain it properly myself. I just know I want you. In a way, I wish I didn't.' she added as I watched her disappear through the door. I continued to stand there, still feeling the effects of the rising surge she had created inside me when just then, and luckily, Helen came home. She paused at the foot of the stairs when she saw me and in answer to the questioning look I saw appear on her face I said. 'Barbara's here.' As she came up towards me she must have seen and recognised the cause of the state I was in and I inwardly groaned when all she said was. 'So I see.' Before she went straight past me and into the kitchen, where I heard the two of them exchange a few brief words. Then Barbara rushed out and with just one quick, almost pleading look, sped down the stairs and was gone. Helen followed her out and as the door below slammed shut, reached up and gave me a long kiss, full on the mouth. 'Let's solve the immediate problem first, then we'll see what else we need to do.' she said. Then, dropping to her knees, quickly unfastened my trousers, slid them and my pants down my legs and with eager fingers and lips had the bottled up cum fountaining from me in what seemed like only a matter of seconds. Even after the excitement of that, then a shower and change of clothes I still felt disoriented, which Helen obviously realised, because she gave me time, letting me get us both drinks and then to sit quietly for a while, before she started to ask about what had happened. I told her everything, holding nothing back. How I had come home and found Barbara already there, how, as I climbed up the stairs I had seen her, bending over the chest on the landing and that from below I could see she was wearing black stockings, my fatal weakness. I admitted that I had stood there, looking up at her, got excited by what I saw, and by the memory that view triggered. That Barbara had then literally offered herself to me, and that while she was talking she had been further exciting me by fondling my cock. Helen listened, not saying a word until I had finished. 'So, now do have any doubts about what I was saying a while ago?' she asked. 'You mean about my wanting to make love to Barbara?' 'Partly.' 'Just because I got excited by seeing her like that, and then what she did to me, that still doesn't mean I want to risk what I have with you by making love to her.' 'But you wouldn't be risking anything, silly! It's what I want too, remember.' 'I still can't make sense of that bit Helen.' 'Who says sex has got anything to do with sense Roger?' 'O.K., O.K. - I know what you mean. I still can't see what's driving you, that's all.' 'But you must recognise you could do it, that you'd enjoy it. After your reaction to her you can't have any doubts about that now.' 'No.' I mumbled, after recalling the virtually instant erection I'd got from simply looking up her legs and the way her clumsy fondling had brought me to the verge of climaxing, almost disastrously quickly. 'So?' 'So, what?' 'Oh, for goodness sake Roger! Would, I mean, will you do it?' 'Go to bed with the two of you?' 'Yes.' she said in an exasperated tone. 'That's what you really want?' 'Yes.' 'You'll explain why?' 'Yes.' 'O.K.' I said after a long pause. Though I couldn't really say why I took so long to answer, I suppose that somewhere or other inside my head was the suspicion that there just had to be some kind of trap lurking underneath Helen's urging. Not that I could imagine why she would be doing that, it was just that the scenario was too bizarre for there not to be one. A mother doing her level best to get the guy she said she loved, to go to bed with her daughter. It just didn't make sense! But even my pretty unenthusiastic response produced an excited reaction from Helen. 'You mean it?' she said, jumping up from her chair and flinging her arms around me as she landed in my lap. 'Yes. Yes, I mean it.' I said, trying to dodge her wild kisses. 'So, what about an explanation?' 'I'm afraid I'll have to start a long way back if it's all to make any sense Roger, about twenty years ago in fact.' Hearing that, it seemed more sensible to wait until after we had eaten, so together we prepared a meal and as I gave Helen the chance to get her thoughts in order, we ate in virtual silence, and she only started to try to explain what I saw as her strange obsession a short time later, when we were both more comfortably settled in the lounge-room. Chapter 14 Helen's Explanation 'As I said Roger, it all really begins before Barbara was born, twenty years ago.' I listened in silence and with growing fascination as Helen let herself slip back through the years. 'Luke, my husband and I had been married for a couple of years and although everything was fine between us I hadn't got pregnant. We had both agreed that we wanted a family and that it was more practical to start while we were young, 'growing up with your children' was all the rage then, people didn't put off having them the way they seem to today. So, nothing was happening, in spite of our enthusiastic efforts to get me pregnant. There was nothing wrong with our sex life, such as it was. You would know yourself that we were much less complicated in those days, less sophisticated if you like, people were much more satisfied with basic things. Certainly sex wasn't out in the open the way it is today, obviously there were people with more complex needs and no doubt they satisfied them, but the average person had no way of knowing about it, it wasn't on TV, in the papers and magazines the way it is nowadays. So Luke and I went along, making love in the old-fashioned way, enjoying it, but in our case, with nothing to show for it. Eventually we went to the doctor and after a series of what were to us, very embarrassing tests, we found out that we never could have children, either of us. I had both tubes blocked from something I had caught as a child and anyway Luke was told that his sperm count was too low to be able to be sure of fertilising me. As you can imagine, we were both devastated for a while and the marriage went through a pretty rocky period. But then the doctor suggested adoption.' 'Adoption!' I thought. 'So Barbara was adopted, was that part of the explanation?' I wondered. 'That was much easier in those days, you hardly ever heard of unmarried mothers, you would remember that having a baby out of wedlock, as it was called, was a social no-no, a disgrace. Those sorts of girls weren't 'nice', no matter how they'd become pregnant, and abortions weren't legal of course. So, if you weren't well off you had the baby and then gave it up for adoption. There was a waiting list of course but in our case, because we were young and were medically incapable of having our own, we didn't have to wait too long before we got Barbara. It was marvellous, we were both so happy, our marriage got back on the road, we became the absolute epitome of doting parents. Having seen her as a young woman you can imagine how gorgeous she was as a child. We were both from the country originally, and when we took her to visit our parents they were even more soppy about her than we were. It was the start of a whole new life for us. And that's how it was for a long, long time. I suppose you could say that we spoiled her and with all the fuss and attention we gave her it was only natural that she should play up to that, and she did become a bit of a show-off I suppose. Looking back I can see things that I never realised at the time, little things that I should have recognised and stopped, and if things had been different, if I had given birth to her, if we had other children, if we'd been less naive, I probably would have. But, I didn't see them, so I couldn't deal with them. I don't know when or how it began of course, we had always lavished affection on her, lots of hugs and kisses, playing with her, tickling her, the sorts of things all parents do and of course she loved it, came looking for it, from both of us.' Helen went quiet for a while and sensing something of what was to come, I realised how painful it was becoming for her to even think about it. When she did continue it was with eyes lowered, unfocussed, staring at some ill-defined point on the floor in front of herself. 'She was eighteen, in her last year at school, she had already planned on going to college, for the course she's doing and only needed to get reasonable marks in the exam, so she didn't have quite the same pressure that a lot of the kids have. Plenty of time to do things other than straight study. She'd had boy-friends of course, looking the way she did there had never been any shortage of boys queuing up to go out with her. But strangely, she never seemed to go overboard about any of them, the way teen-age girls usually do. I just thought she was mature for her age, thought how lucky Luke and I were in having such a sensible girl as our daughter. My Father had become very ill, he'd had a stroke and Mother was finding it difficult coping with him, so I took time off from work and went up there to help her. Originally I didn't know just how long I would be away, I wanted to make sure they were both all right of course, then arrange some permanent help from amongst their neighbours. As it turned out I was only away just on a week. Once I was confident the people would give them both even more help than I could if I stayed longer, I rang home and told Luke I'd be home on the following Sunday, so I could get back to work the following day. Then some other friends, who just happened to have to go down to the city came round and offered me a lift with them on the Saturday morning. And as that would get me home later that same evening I accepted, and in the rush of getting ready to go I simply forgot to ring home. In fact it was about ten o'clock before we got back and when they dropped me off and I let myself into the house I couldn't understand why everything was so dark and quiet. Obviously they hadn't heard me come in and when I went into the bedroom and turned on the light I found them there, doing it, having sex together. None of us got much sleep that night, I was in tears most of the time, Luke went through a whole range of emotions, from guilt, to anger, to self-pity. Barbara seemed the calmest of the three of us. She understood my tears of course, but couldn't seem to accept that I just couldn't see it the way she did. She said that to her, what they had done was just an extension of the love we all felt for each other, that sex was just the next step along from a hug and a kiss. The next few days were terrible, as they say, you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I watched Luke like a hawk, only had to catch him just looking at Barbara to think he was planning when he'd be able to do it again. I didn't dare leave them alone, could hardly bear not being able to keep at least one of them in sight all the time. Luke was hopeless, when he was home he either sulked or moped around the place and the way he looked at me you'd think it was me that had done it. But it was Barbara who eventually pulled me through, not all at once, bit by bit. Repeated what she'd said that first evening, how it was an extension of her feelings for us, her love. She pleased us in various ways, doing her share of the chores, things like that, why shouldn't she please us in other ways too, emotionally, physically? It was all new to me, it sounded horrible at first, but, as I said, little by little I began to see her side of things, understand at least something of what she meant. We had never made a secret of the fact that she was adopted, she knew right from her early childhood because we'd both felt there was more risk of her being hurt if she found out later in life. Of course she had wondered about her mother and father from time to time, naturally she was curious about them, but it had never been a problem for her. She included that fact in amongst the explanation of her feelings and actions, that what she and Luke had done couldn't really be incest, because she wasn't our physical daughter. That biologically we were three separate people, who loved each other and who should be free to express our feelings for each other in whatever way we wanted to. Those Days of...Ch. 11-15 All this went on over several days, but whether she wore me down, or whether I actually started to see things her way, I just don't know. Whichever it was, I began to be able to talk more sensibly about it, ask her how she thought it would actually work, where she thought it would end. She gets very enthusiastic about things.' Helen said a little more brightly, finally looking up at me again and I was relieved to see there was a slightly less tense look on her face. 'She had it all worked out, how the three of us could live happily together. We'd both share Luke, equally, sleeping together according to how any of us felt at the time. She didn't see any conflict arising between she and I, we all loved each other too much for that. If I wanted to be with him she would be happy knowing that I was being made happy, and felt sure I would feel the same when she was with him. But she really rocked me when she then added that she hoped there would be many times when all three of us would want to be together. I hadn't even thought of the possibility of that scenario, as I said, I was from a different, more naive generation. But again, in time I began to see what she meant, the way she spoke about it, it made some sort of sense. Through all this, neither of us had really talked to Luke. He and I had been sleeping together of course and we'd made love a couple of times, not very successfully though. I don't know if it was my fault, it probably was at first but later, once I began to understand Barbara's viewpoint, I was much more relaxed, actually wanting him, but he was still locked away with his guilt or self-pity, whatever it was. We should have talked to him more, we really should have, I don't know why we didn't, maybe we somehow knew he would never be able to understand, but we should have tried harder.' I could see the turmoil going on inside her as she spoke but, not knowing what was still to come, I couldn't understand the cause so couldn't help her, except by remaining silent. But, after a few seconds she seemed to regain control of herself and continued. 'But then I suppose that what was meant to be was meant to be, and if that hadn't happened I wouldn't have met you Roger. I just wished it had happened another way that's all. He killed himself you see, Luke committed suicide.' That news I hadn't anticipated. I had imagined a whole range of events, but not that. I didn't know what to say, whether to comfort her or not, so again, said nothing. But obviously the worst part of her story was now over, the emotional strain that had been showing on her face visibly lessened and I sensed she was beginning to relax a little. 'It was classified as an accident, a car accident. The report said he lost control and it hit the pillar of a bridge over the expressway. They said he must have died instantly, the car was just an unrecognisable heap of metal. But Barbara and I were sure he just drove straight into it, he had no need to be on that road, he never came home that way. We thought he just couldn't cope with the guilt he felt. If the previous shock had been difficult to handle, his death was appalling, for both of us of course. I really thought for a while that Barbara was going to have a total break-down, she was certainly on the verge of it, she had to take tranquillisers for a long time, just to cope with getting through the day. I suppose in a way she's never fully recovered, I know there's a lot of guilt buried inside her, that in some ways she blames herself. Not knowing everything that happened between them I don't know how much of that might be justified. But, after about a year she began to handle it better, her results at college started to pick up and although she would have nothing to do with boys, at least she started going out with her girl-friends more frequently. In the last year things began to get even better, she got herself the job at the fashion house, seemed to be doing really well there and enjoying it too. Then of course, after nearly two years of having nothing to do with men, she actually started to talk about one, this man she sometimes saw on her way to work.' That was me of course, and now, knowing at least part of the back-ground, some of the things Barbara had said and done started to make a bit of sense. Her initial anger with her mother, that very first morning, when she discovered that while she was being treated at the hospital, we had been making love. I wondered if the thought crossed her mind that perhaps her mother was stealing 'her man', they way she, Barbara, had 'stolen' her mother's husband. If so, then that offered some explanation for the way she had tried to seduce me after Helen had returned to work. Helen's story also gave me at least partial explanations for Barbara's affair with Julia. Barbara had talked of she, Luke and Helen forming a threesome, so it appeared that the thought of making love with a female was something she accepted. But more importantly I thought I could now understand something of Helen's eagerness to get us together as a threesome. It was a way of making up to Barbara for what had happened, a way of relieving some of the guilt, guilt that though created at different times and by different events, both of them felt. 'So, if I've got things right, the sexual frolic you been urging me to join in is really a way of rehabilitating Barbara, that and easing your conscious a bit. Am I right?' 'I'm not as cold blooded as that, and you know it Roger.' 'Maybe not, but that's about the truth of it, isn't it?' 'Put like that, and from where you see things, a bit like that, yes.' 'Don't you think Barbara will see straight through that too?' 'I don't think it will matter. It's what she wants, it's what we all want, you too remember.' 'If we're all being so damn honest, in my case it's nothing but simple, straightforward lust. It's you two that have got the complex and complicated reasons.' 'Not really, our reasons are all about sharing, sharing love. There's nothing really complicated about that, maybe the way we want to demonstrate it is a bit unusual.' 'I'd suggest it's more than just 'a bit'.' 'Only by other people's standards Roger. And it doesn't involve other people, just us, it isn't going to hurt or interfere with anyone except ourselves. So what's wrong with it?' 'In that sense, nothing. It's just that it seems, well if not exactly wrong, certainly very strange.' 'It may seem strange but you only have to remember how strongly you reacted to her just a couple of hours ago to know just how much you actually want to do it with her. Anyway, you gave me your word, you won't go back on that now will you?' I remembered what I had seen when I looked up at Barbara as she stood on the landing, bent over the chest, exposing herself that way, and the way my cock had reacted, springing to almost instant attention. I couldn't deny I wanted her, had done so ever since the days we had passed each other on our way to work. 'No, I won't go back on what I said, I just wish that your reasons for wanting it were somehow less complicated.' 'But once we get together you'll forget all that, you'll simply enjoy the thrills of having us there with you, to do what you like with. Most men would give their right arm for that sort of offer.' 'O.K., O.K. so I admit I'm a lucky man and I'm grateful, what more do you want me to say?' 'Nothing darling, you don't have to say anything, just leave everything to me, to me and Barbara.' She said, finally grabbing my head, holding it steady and gluing her lips to mine. Then after several minutes of very passionate kissing she pulled herself away and literally dragged me to my feet. 'Come on, bed. I'm going to make love to you very, very slowly, and if you want to you can pretend it's Barbara, that you're doing to her at least some of the things you've wanted to.' Chapter 15 Memories Nothing more was said for a few days, we settled back into our routine, work during the day and home together most evenings. Neither of us had a large circle of friends and although we had each initially made an effort to introduce us as a pair to the other's closer friends most of the time we preferred our own company to any social whirl. Helen seemed just as satisfied as I was to spend our time doing simple things together, the occasional visit to a film or a show, dinner at one or other of a couple of small, local restaurants, a walk, and making love, lots of that! But although she didn't again raise the subject with me, obviously Helen had been in touch with Barbara, either by phone or by meeting her at lunch time, because less than a week later, when we were walking home from having had dinner out, she said. 'Barbara's coming over next week-end, to stay with us for a couple of days.' I stopped in my tracks, turned and saw her smiling at me. 'Just like that?' 'Mmm!' 'What about Julia?' 'Either she's going away on business or Barbara has found an excuse, I didn't ask.' 'So, what happens?' 'What do you mean?' 'What am I expected to do?' 'Just whatever you want to, whatever seems right at the time.' I took her hand and we continued walking slowly home. 'I feel very strange about all this Helen.' I admitted. 'But you agreed. You know you want to be with her, with us together, you admitted it.' 'I know, I know. That doesn't stop me feeling it's all very odd.' 'Well you've got a couple of days to think about it, to get used to the idea. And to build up your strength.' she added with a giggle. Later, after we had made love and Helen had fallen asleep beside me, I lay there, thinking, thinking of Barbara. Of finally having her in bed with me, and with Helen too. Of the three of us making love together. And I thought back over all the times I had seen her, had wanted her. My mind went back over the months, to those very first times I had seen her when walking through the park on my way to work. It was Helen's legs that had first caught my eye, and in Barbara's case, her breasts, and each had separately featured in my fantasies quite frequently for several months. Then even after that first morning of quite amazing sex with Helen, I had found the effect that Barbara had on me was impossible to ignore, and her offer almost impossible to refuse. I remembered the display she'd given me while getting herself out of the car, and the tone in her voice when she actually said - 'In fact, I've been wanting you to fuck me for weeks now.' I remembered that the next time I had seen her, that fateful day the rain brought my game of golf to an early finish. I'd almost immediately become aroused by the sight of her bent low between Julia's legs, her tightly rounded arse pointing straight towards me, giving me a clear view of both the wrinkled hole between the curves of her buttocks and the thick blonde hairs covering her pussy. I'd felt an immediate rush of blood to both my head and my cock. And as it sprang to life I found that all I wanted to do was bury it in the pussy that was so invitingly exposed. In fact the sight of that hot, moist and undoubtedly tight slit, and the thought of plunging my cock into it had almost totally overwhelmed every other sense. But then, even as I ripped open my fly and hooked my fingers around the hard length, Helen's face had swum into my mind's eye. And it was only the thought of the hurt she would feel if she were to find out what I had done that enabled me to resist the sheer lust I felt as I'd stood there. Later, when Julia and Barbara had finished with each other and they came through to the lounge-room and unexpectedly found me sitting there, I'd had my first proper look at her body. I remembered thinking her breasts were even more spectacular than I'd ever imagined them to be, that I had not only underestimated both their size and their shape, but also their amazingly mouth-watering firmness. Then when I'd left them together and had returned to Helen, I remembered thinking, wondering to myself that perhaps after she came back from her week away with Julia, Barbara might decide to come back to live with her mother. And wondering that if so, and she was still as eager for me as she had been earlier, with her living under the same roof, sleeping only a short distance away, I remembered wondering if I would be able to resist her yet again. And still more memories flowed, from more recent weeks, since Helen and I had been living together. I remembered the times Barbara had come to visit, usually wearing nothing but a cotton top and a pair of shorts, but the way they moulded to her curves constantly reminded me of that one time I had seen her naked and even the limited glances I was able to sneak never failed to trigger my arousal. Then, there had been that other, even more dramatic visit only a matter of days previously, when I'd come in to find her already there. The memory of what I'd seen above me as I climbed the stairs was still fresh and clear in my mind, the view up her nylon clad legs as she bent over to get something out of the chest. Then a few minutes later the equally disturbing view I'd had down the front of her blouse had only added even more fuel to the fire she'd already lit. She had stood so near that I could almost feel her breath as she spoke. 'What Julia and I have together is good, really good Roger, but its nowhere near as good as what I think you and I could have. You know that don't you?' When I'd just nodded in reply she continued. 'You can't deny you want me too.' Then she'd reached forward and her hand covered the ridge my cock was making and I'd felt her fingers curl around the shaft, squeezing it rhythmically. Her eyes had seemed to bore right through me and that, plus what her fingers were doing below, was getting me dangerously close to making a fool of myself. And when I'd asked her. 'Why me?' I'd heard a catch in her voice as she'd answered. 'I can't explain it properly myself. I just know I want you.' And even the memory of the evening Helen had taken me to see the film with Barbara's look-alike returned. How she'd kept me in an almost constant state of arousal by fondling me each time the girl did something sexy on screen. Then, towards the end, when she and the guy were finally making love, as I'd watched and Helen had taken me closer and closer to my climax, inside my head it had somehow seemed as though it was me actually fucking the real Barbara. Naturally the recollection of those powerfully stimulating memories aroused me, and then as I also remembered some of the conversations with Helen that had led up to what was going to happen at the week-end, that arousal grew even stronger. I remembered what we had said to each after we had come home from the film that had Barbara's look-alike in it. Apart from what she had done for me during the film and what I had then done for her in the restaurant's toilet, there had been my short by-play with the apparently more than willing waitress. And when, after I'd expressed my feeling of jealousy at how women were capable of multi-orgasms I remembered that Helen had countered by saying she thought it was nature's way of compensating women for men's roving eyes. That had led to her trying to get me to admit that in different circumstances I might well have enjoyed a brief fling with the waitress, but that even then she linked that with my feelings for Barbara, by asking me. 'Honestly now, wouldn't you have liked to make love to that waitress? More to the point, having felt your reaction to her look-alike in the film, I think that even more than that, you'd like to make love to Barbara.' I'd had thoughts as to whether or not she really wanted me to answer the question honestly and had tried to be tactful in my answers but had no option but to finally admit that, 'If I'd met her and not you, if she had wanted me, then like the waitress question, the answer is probably yes. But I didn't meet her first, I met you, and you're much too wonderful a lady, and lover, to risk losing you for what would probably be just a quick fling.' But then I'd blown it, by unthinkingly adding. 'Don't forget that I resisted the temptation when I had the perfect chance.' When Helen had asked me what I'd meant I suddenly realised that she hadn't known what Barbara had said and done that very first day and as I had to explain myself somehow, I had told her what had happened and what Barbara had said, about wanting me to make love to her, to fuck her. Helen had said that she wasn't really surprised, that she'd thought something had happened between us but then added. 'I still think you're not being completely honest, either with yourself, or with me. I still think that given the opportunity, you'd love to get Barbara into bed.' Her insistence had made me wonder just what deeper implications there were in the conversation and when I had suggested that from what she was saying it was beginning to sound as though it she wanted me to take Barbara to bed almost as much as Barbara herself did, she'd floored me by saying - 'Maybe I would!' But, given her answer, when she further pressed me, I'd had to finally give her the answer she'd known I would. 'Under very special circumstances - and then only if I was certain it was what you really, truly wanted me to do for you - maybe, well, probably yes.' Which had in turn led to where I then was, lying beside her, thinking those thoughts, recalling the excitement Barbara had so often stirred in me, and aware that in just a couple of days she would be there with us, available, wanting me, perhaps demanding me. All of which, quite understandably left me with yet another throbbing erection that insistently demanded attention, so, to Helen's amazement, but quite obvious delight, I woke her and I gave her another and, considering the relatively short time since our earlier love-making, surprisingly powerful fuck before we both finally fell asleep in each other's arms. TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY CHECK OUT ALL MY OTHER SUBMISSIONS - AND IF YOU WANT CONTRIBUTORS TO CONTINUE POSTING TO THIS SITE PLEASE DO YOUR BIT AND VOTE!!!