Chapter 6

Well, I didn't.   

What did happen was that my errant wife discovered me in erotic torture, and totally oblivious to my state, joined me by the pool and blackmailed both me and the twins into the pool for a quasi-game of water polo. Not exactly what I'd had in mind, but it did distract me from the condition I'd been in, and calmed my lust.

Helen was at her best, competitive, funny, cajoling, sportive and beautiful. Regardless of anything else, how could I fail to be in love with her? 

Our sport ended, and all of us took turns to sluice the chlorine from our bodies under the pool shower before returning to the kitchen for a communal preparation of the evening meal.

Alone in our room, it was as though nothing untoward had happened, and Helen hummed as she stripped and sauntered to the bathroom. I peeled off my swimmers, and followed her, cock half leading. I was still so adolescently horny. She squatted on the toilet, and pissed, looking up at me as she did so.

"What's up?" she said.

Could I tell her? No!

"Not so much" I said, although a funny kind of silence followed this statement. 

"You?" 

"Ah" she said "I've been spending some quality time with Tash and Jooles. Sorry - you probably feel a little abandoned. Not intentional"

 She smiled at me. I smiled back. ‘A little quality time, eh?’ I thought. I could only imagine. I let out an audible sigh. "Well, as long as you're enjoying yourselves".

She smiled again, and reached for the toilet paper.

"Here, let me" I said.

Tilting her head she looked up at me quizzically but didn't say anything.

I pulled a small handful of toilet paper from the roll, and knelt down in front of her. My prick was ridged. What was I doing, I asked myself. This was so unlike my usual sexual interaction with Helen. Hell, it was so unlike anything I'd ever done before. One hand with a wodge of toilet paper, the other empty, I knelt in front of her and placed a hand on each knee, easing them apart. She complied, still seated on the toilet. Looking up at her, I dropped the tissue, and reaching in, placed my bare hand on her piss wet cunt, still smooth and hairless, and fingered her lips open. The odour of her fresh urine assailed my nostrils. Unexpected, but not unpleasant. Withdrawing my hand, I placed one finger in my mouth and sucked her urine from it. The taste was not what I'd expected, and didn't repulse me. She stared at me, hardly breathing. I offered my hand to her, and she took it, raising it to her lips and sucked on another urine stained finger. Returning my hand between her thighs, I pressed it against her cunt again, wriggling my fingers against her slot, trying the stuff them inside her. She exhaled a small gasp. I knelt there, stiff pricked, staring at her bosom, eye to eye with her hardening nipples. Too tempting. Leaning forward, I caught one gently between my teeth, and sucked hard on it as I pressed three fingers into her vagina as far as was possible in our present position. Her vagina was hot to my touch and had become slick, making it easier for me to work my fingers in further. I could smell her musk mingled with her piss.

Relinquishing her nipple, I looked up and saw her eyes closed. She squirmed against my hand, then grasping my arm, pulled it away. Rising in a crouch and widening her thighs, she shuffled forward and squatted against my face. I felt her hand encircle my head and she pressed me against her cunt, forcing my mouth against her lips. I didn't need any encouragement, and sucked greedily, tasting the saltiness of her urine. She came quickly, flooding my mouth with her orgasm and a fresh flow of juice. Her orgasm was long and hard, her knees shaking involuntarily, almost crushing me on the floor as I knelt in front of her. The strength of Helen's reaction to my kink surprised and thrilled me.

My pleasure was short lived. Recovering, she lifted one leg over me and went to the bathroom door. Taking her wrap from the hook, she robed herself carelessly, and looking down at me with a puzzled expression, muttered something about checking if the twins were alright, and left me kneeling there in front of the toilet with an extended hard on and no-one to share it with!
Talk about being left high and dry!

Disappointment, puzzlement and anger only began to describe how I felt. Grabbing the washbasin, I heaved myself to me feet and regarded myself in the mirror. Used, that what's happening to me, I told myself. Cock wilting, I'd kind of lost any urge, and finishing my evening ablutions went back into our bedroom alone, hitting the sack. Lights out, window open, I lay there too tired to even try thinking about today's events. I'd just more or less calmed down, and was drifting off, when I thought I heard a small tap against the bedroom door. Rolling off the mattress, I slipped a pair of shorts on, and went to see who it might be. Opening the door a crack, I could just make out Andrew in the gloom.

"What's up" I said.

"Alone?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Can I come in for a moment?"

I nodded again, backed away from the door and sat on the edge of the bed.

Andrew stepped inside the room and closed the door quietly. He leaned against the door frame looking at me.

"I honestly don't know how much to tell you, but the thing is Roland, I'd like to enlist your help."

 Now, Andrew is not exactly what I would call lacking self-confidence, but for him to ask my help must have been a huge step for him. I nodded, but didn't say anything. Just go with the flow, I thought.

"It concerns Lori Anne . . .in fact, it concerns me also, and our marriage."

Now, I'd known Andrew as long as I'd known my wife, so we went back a long way. Andrew was about the same age as me and his wife Lori Anne a couple of year younger. They were both more than comfortable off financially, even though the farm house was a bit of a money pit. But he'd done well with his business, and could afford to back off a little and let his management team handle the bulk of it. They had two lovely children in the twins and a house back home in England. So neither of them seemed wanting, at least to all outward appearances.

However, appearances can be deceiving. Andrew looked really troubled. I gestured for him to take a seat, and he came over to the bed, perching on the end facing me. I waited for him to find the words.

"These past couples of days, you've seen more about my family relationships than anyone outside our immediate circle."

 I nodded.

 "You've certainly seen more of me and mother than I would possibly have believed a week ago. What happened last night was honestly the result of my own stupidity with Helen, and candidly the fence mending that mother has been about these past couple of days. She's really taken a shine to you, and spoken up for you with me. She trusts you, and if she trusts you, then I trust you."

 He paused as I digested this.

 "It was she who has urged me to enlist your help. She believes you have a positive outlook on the more basic elements of life. So, I can only ask you to please hear me through, and tell me honestly if you're up for it."

He paused again, and in the gloom of the bedroom, I nodded, trying not to break the spell by saying anything.

Andrew took a deep breath, and said

"Lorei Anne is currently undergoing some home therapy. For some years now she has been denying me sex. We've discussed it many, many times, and she's been to see doctors and professional therapists, both alone and with me, but nothing seemed to click or bring her out of what I can only describe as a sexual depression. It set in a few years after the twins were born, and became a very difficult time for both of us. In fact, it very nearly destroyed our marriage. But we survived, and in the end, it was mother who provided the solution."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"The whole situation had been dragging me down. I was frustrated, angry, sad . . .well, many things. Then just four years ago, spending a morning with mother it all came out. As you can now appreciate yourself, she has an amazing power to listen and understand. So there I was, pouring my heart out to her. Totally spiling the beans."

"She didn't commiserate, didn't give me sympathy . . . we're all a little old for that . . . but she did give me comfort and hope. I guess I kind of broke down, because I ended up crying in her arms. Which, incidentally, is when I realized I has a true Oedipus complex. I'm a little embarrassed to say that as she held me sobbing, I got the hint of an erection. But after last night, I can't imagine that shocks or disgusts you."

 I could just make out a wry grin on his face in the gloom.

 "Anyway, she told me to leave it with her. She didn't offer any instant solutions, but I had an overwhelming feeling that I'd done absolutely the right thing by telling her all."

"Some weeks later, she suggested to Lori Anne that the two of them take of together for a spa weekend. Get totally pampered. That was the start of what turned out to be a change in the relationship between mother and Lori Anne. They began seeing much more of each other, and made a habit of indulging in spa treatments on a regular basis."

 "It was about a year later that mother asked me over for a morning of coffee and a chat. I'll never forget it. She told me she had spent the past year encouraging and coaching LA to love herself again, sexually. I wont go into detail, but you know enough of mother to understand that she herself is a very sexual creature, very open and upfront with those she feels for. There are no taboos. The result was that she now wanted me to join them in her home therapy sessions, all aimed at reconstituting our married sex life."

He paused again. I sat there on the edge of the bed and felt I should say something.

"So I asked where do l I fit in?"

"Fair question" he said. "Mother and I were about to have one of her therapy sessions tonight. But in her opinion she believes that it would be appropriate to invite you to join us. You see, Lori Anne has reached a point where she needs a man, someone other than me, to help validate her sexuality. I know that may sound a little wacky, but believe me, she's come a long way these past couple of years, and I'm sure you know yourself that at our age, erotic adventures can be an tremendous stimulant."

Well - I certainly couldn't deny that, given the past few days that I'd experienced.

"So what do you have in mind" I said

"Nothing too spectacular or difficult" he answered. "Really, I'd, or should I say we would like you to simply observe. Would you be comfortable with that?" 

 I nodded yet again.

"Sure" I said "I believe I'd be glad to help".

My prick was tingling at the thought.

With that he rose. Looking down at me, he said

"Please, just don't speak or react overtly to anything, OK?"

"Fine by me" I said

"What about the twins? Helen . . . "

I let the question hang.

 "No reason to be concerned" said Andrew "they're spending quality time together. We won’t be disturbed."

It was a strange response, and I probably should have been concerned. But for some reason I wasn't.

 I rose too. He gestured me to move quietly, and softly opened the door, beckoning me to follow. Barefoot, and clad only in my shorts, I followed Andrew down the hallway. Deja-vu, I thought, as I padded down the hall after him. We reached his bedroom door, and he turned to me with a finger to his lips. Whispering, he admonished me to take a seat in the alcove of the room, and act as thought I were invisible.

Opening the door, we entered. The room was larger than I had imagined, with a dormer window and an en-suite bathroom. The window was wide open, allowing a cross current breeze like my bedroom, and the lighting subdued, with a small bedside lamp and light from the open bathroom door providing the only source of illumination. Andrew took me by the arm, and guided me to the dormer. In the recess was a loveseat, and I started as I saw a figure there, relaxing when I realized it was Penny. She gave me a broad smile of welcome, and as I seated myself next to her, her body heat was palpable. She wore the sheerest nylon robe, and it took only a cursory look to realize she was totally naked otherwise. As I sat next to her, she put her finger to her lips to shush me, then reached out to squeeze my hand, giving me another broad smile of welcome. It felt almost as though we were in a theatre waiting for the curtain to rise on the first act. Perhaps we were, I thought. 

Lori Anne was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear water running in the bathroom, so gathered she was preparing herself for the night. Some night, I thought, and my cock twitched. Andrew disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the murmur of their voices. I stole a glance at Penny. She was drop dead gorgeous. Sitting there, upright and attentive to what was about to unfold, I drank in her profile. Short silver hair crowning a sweet face, clearly caring and worrying about her 'pupils', breasts swelling against the sheer fabric of her wrap, hands light clasped in her lap. I just wanted to ravish her then and there, my prick swelling to a total hard on.

Distracted by Penny, I hadn't seen Lori Anne emerge from the bathroom. Andrew entered the room, and extinguished the bathroom light. That caught my attention, and I turned towards the scene unfolding in front of us. The only illumination came from the bedside lamp which cast a soft glow, backlighting Andrew and Lori Anne. Both totally ignored us sitting there, as though we didn't exist. Andrew was garbed in a pair of boxers, and Lori Anne in a knee length red satin nightie.

I hadn’t seen much of Andrew's wife since we'd been there. We gathered at meal times of course, but during the day she mostly kept to herself, except on shopping expeditions with Penny. Now that I had some inkling of the relationship between her and Penny, that was easy to understand. Lori Anne was rather plain looking for my taste, but looking as her move around the room in her nightie, I could appreciate that she had a most attractive figure. She busied herself, hanging clothes in the closet, and tidying others away in the small chest of drawers. Satisfied, she turned to Andrew, who had been watching her patiently. They smiled at each other, and in a move that seems to be practiced, both met at the foot of the bed. Standing facing each other, Andrew took his wife in his arms, and bending down to meet her lips, gave her a long, lingering kiss. She didn't react immediately, but as he encircled her with his arms and pressed against her, she wrapped hers around his neck, and returned the passion. They remained locked against each other in profile to us, exploring each other’s mouths gently and lovingly. Andrew's hands slipped down Lori Anne's back, and rubbed it, up and down in a slow massaging motion, stopping just short of the swell of her buttocks. His wife's hands remained where they were, caressing his neck.

I glanced across at Penny. She’d moved slightly, and was gently kneading one of her breasts through the fabric of her robe, gazing at her son and daughter-in-law with a rapt expression, lips slightly open. My cock surged again . .. where on earth was this going?

Turning back to the couple at the end of the bed, I saw they had changed positions while I'd been distracted by Penny. Lori Anne now had her back to Andrew, and he was administering a gentle shoulder massage to her. Her head hung slightly forward, arms limply to her side, and her feet slightly apart, soaking up the pleasure. Silhouetted against the bedside lamp, I watched as Andrew rhythmically worked Lori-Anne's shoulders. She had her eyes closed, the slight swell of her tummy and jut of her breasts beneath her nightie giving me a voyeuristic thrill as my imagination began to kick in.

Andrew shifted position, and turned to face us, keeping one hand on Lori-Anne's shoulder, the other hooking into his shorts, which he dropped to the floor. Penny gave a little gasp beside me. Andrew had shaved all of his pubic hair, and his cock stood out pointing at us, his knob red with lust. With my tangled bush of pubic hair, I was beginning to feel distinctly like the odd man out. Looking directly at Penny, Andrew nodded. She shifted a little in her seat beside me. Andrew ceased massaging Lori-Anne's shoulder, and trailing his hand down her back, I watched as it disappeared under the hem of her nightie. He only reaction was to stiffen a little at his touch, otherwise she remained where she was, eyes closed and limp. Withdrawing his hand from under her nightie, he proffered it towards Penny. Even from that distance and in the dim lighting, I could see that it was wet. He smiled at Penny, then putting them to his mouth, sucked on his fingers.

Feeling Penny move, I looked at her again. She put her fingers to her lips, urging silence. Gesturing me to remain where I was, she rose, and went to her son. Standing by him, she grasped his elongated shaft and eased his foreskin back, fully exposing his knob. A large drop of pre-cum hung at the tip. She scooped it with her fingers and popped it into her mouth, I'm sure mostly for my benefit, because she was looking in my direction as she did so, and gave me a large wink. I smiled back, and lifting my bum, eased myself out of my shorts. I didn't want to be overdressed.

Moving the other side of Lori-Anne, Penny took her gently by one arm, while Andrew took her other. They all turned to face the foot of the bed, and urged Lori-Anne to kneel up on it. As she did so, Andrew went to the head and gathering up a couple of pillows, placing them half way down the bed. Returning to Lori and taking her arm again, he and Penny guided her to lean forward until her head rested on the pillows. Her bum protruded gracefully in the air as they arranged her arms to rest comfortably under the pillows. Presented thus from my seat, the soles of Lori-Anne’s feet and her nightie clad bottom faced me.

Once they had settled Lori-Anne on the bed, Andrew took up position by kneeling on it beside her shoulders, and resumed his massage across them, and down her spine. Penny located herself at the foot of the bed beside Lori-Anne's raised ass, and sat there looking at me. No words had passed nor sound made during this scene. It was, to say the least, somewhat surreal. I must have been really worked up, because the crosscurrent of breeze in the room felt cool on my skin, and I realized I had worked myself into a bit of a sweat. My cock was at flagpole strength, rising up from between my thighs as I sat there, and my balls ached like hell. I was so fucking horny.

My situation wasn't helped by Penny. As Andrew continued to work on his wife's back, Penny had shrugged her robe from her shoulders, widened her thighs and was playing quietly with her pussy as she sat there and stared at me, a small smile illuminating her face. Without taking her eyes from me, Penny reached with her other hand, and eased Lori-Anne's knees apart. No resistance from Lori-Anne, she widened her thighs, her nightie still preserving her modesty. Andrew continued to massage his wife's back, ignoring his mother's actions. Penny's hand disappeared under the red satin hem of the nightie, which bulged where it came to rest. For the first time, Lori-Anne let out an audible gasp. Beneath the red satin, Penny's handmade small motions, and in the silence I heard small, moist sucking noises. Imperceptibly, Loris-Anne’s' bum rose a little higher in the air, and her thighs seemed to stretch a little further apart, restricted by the hem of her nightie. Penny continued with whatever it was he hidden hand was doing, playing with her own pussy, and looking at me.Total multitasking.

Andrew continued to massage Lori's shoulders. His erection had lost some of it's rigidity, and his prick swayed with the motion of his movements as he knelt beside her.

At the other end something totally different was happening. Penny was no longer looking at me, and had ceased playing with herself. Still seated at the end of the bed, she was now half turned towards Lori-Anne’s nightie clad bum and focused on her hidden hand, which I could see moving under the red fabric. Straining against the fabric to the limit, Lori suddenly let out a loud groan, and shuddered, again and again as she released an orgasm. A large stain spread across the red fabric around Penny's hidden hand, and Lori's feminine flush dribbled down her forearm, dripping from her elbow onto the bedcovers between her thighs.

I sat back in my chair, not daring to touch myself. I was so on the edge. Pre-cum was flowing freely from my engorged knob, and the end felt like it was on fire. If I didn't find release soon, there was going to be a spontaneous eruption of my sperm all over the carpet.

Penny must have been reading my mind. As she withdrew her hand from beneath the hem of Lori's nightie, she beckoned me over. Meanwhile, Andrew had changed his position, and was no longer massaging his wife's shoulders. He was curled up beside her, gently stroking her hair, and softly whispering into her ear. Otherwise, Lori-Anne hadn't moved, and in the glow of the bedside lamp I could make out the contour of her vulva where the wet nightie clung to her crotch. I rose, and it wasn't just my erection that wobbled with my moving. My knees were a little wobbly also. Taking the few short steps over to Penny, she watched me, finger to lips, reminding me of the silence mode we were all in. Stopping a pace away, she gestured me to stand immediately behind Lori-Anne. Her feet were protruding beyond the end of the bed, and without touching her I positioned myself between them. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.

Leaning across, Penny took the damp nightie by the hem and lifted it up, over her buttocks and waist, and laid it on her back, completely exposing her to me. My cock bobbed just inched from her crack and drooled freely into it. Reaching out, Penny took a firm hold of my shaft, milking it once and scooping a handful of pre-cum, she clinically massaged my big purple knob. At the same time, she used her free hand to press into Lori's crack and widen it to disclose her pink little bumhole.

Now, I'm no iron man, and with aching balls and lust in my loins, looking down at Lori-Anne's delicious little anus and slick, bald wet cunt, my own orgasm thundered up my cock, which Penny aimed directly at Lori's asshole. Straining forward, gritting my teeth and arching on tiptoe, I shot splash after splash of hot, creamy cum directly into Lori's crack. Closing my eyes as my orgasm finally started to subside, I felt finally sated. With a little squeeze and shake of my penis, Penny relinquished her grip, and opening my eyes to look at her, she was shooing me away, back to my pew. I backed off a couple of steps, and stood there staring at Lori's rear end. Keeping Lori's cheeks spread with one hand, Penny was using her other to scoop my cum onto her cunt, liberally coating her fingers at the same time. Using my jism to lubricate her hand and the folds of Lori's labia, she easily slipped a couple of fingers inside her vagina. Working at Loir's slot, she eased another finger inside. Then folding her palm she eased her whole hand inside.

All this time Andrew was stroking Lori's head, which he had now contrived to rest in his lap as he sat cross legged. His dick was no longer limp, but stiff and bold, resting on Lori's cheek.

Faint to hear at first, I realized Lori was moaning as Penny hand fucked her. As she withdrew her hand from Lori's vagina, a wet, sucking noise mingled with her moaning. Penny's hand disappeared inside Lori with slow but intense regularity, and Lori was straining so hard she was lifting off her knees with each downward thrust.

Penny leaned forward, and placing her mouth close to Lori's asshole, I saw her tongue flick out and stab her anus. Lori-Anne grunted and heaved back against the next thrust of Penny's hand. My dick stiffened. Leaning her face in-between Lori's ass, Penny pushed her mouth against hers anus, and stuck to it like a limpet. Continuing to hand fuck her, Penny was presumably exploring Lori's bumhole with her tongue, but I could only guess. My prick stiffened to a newfound hardness, something that it's not been able to achieve for some years so soon after ejaculating.

Reaching for my cock, I massaged it, the sight before me so totally consuming. Andrew stroking Lori's head, the drool from his penis dripping down her chin as it rested on her cheek, Penny, now totally absorbed with her face buried in Lori-Ann's ass, her nylon robe long gone, her breasts pendulous and succulent, nipples stiff, one knee on the bed, other foot on the floor, her rear-end beckoning me. Instinct bade me join them, but discretion stopped me. It seemed this was a well-practiced scenario, one that I had been privileged to witness, but not necessarily join unless invited. I stayed where I was, an observer with a raging hard-on, playing with himself.

Not long to wait for the climax. And climax it was. Lori made one more giant heave against Penny's hand and face, and with a long, low drawn out howl, reached her orgasm, squirting jet after jet from her cunt, splashing over the sheets beneath her. Andrew continued to stroke and caress her head, his eyes squeezed shut, head held high, a smile on his lips and his cum quietly pumping from his cock over Lori's cheek and chin, ropes of cream decorating her features.

Gradually the room became quiet. Penny lifted her face from between Lori's cheeks, and looked at me, a small smile on her face as she gently withdrew her hand from Lori's vagina. Almost every orifice I looked at glistened with excretions of some kind. The atmosphere was pungent with sexual body fluids, and I inhaled deeply. Fuck! I closed my eyes tight. What was this all about? Opening them I found Penny standing immediately before me looking up with a quizzical expression.

"OK?" she breathed.

I nodded, and she reached up to take my head in both hands, drew me to her for a long, deep kiss, her tongue searching mine, sharing the flavours of Lori-Anne's ass. My hard pushed into her belly. Breaking off, she gently shooed me back to my seat.

I retreated to the chair and sat watching. Penny disappeared into the bathroom, and Andrew disentangled himself from his wife, who had collapsed and lay sprawled on the bed, nightie up around her waist. Penny reappeared with some towels and facecloths. As Andrew busied himself removing his wife’s nightie, Penny eased her up from the bed, and slid some towels beneath her. Gently parting her thighs, she busied herself with the face cloths, wiping and cleaning Lori's crotch and the inside of her thighs. Andrew joined her and patted her dry with the towels. There was no resistance from Lori. In fact, although her eyes were closed, she seemed to know the routine, and helped by shifting so her husband and mother in law had east access to her. Andrew went to refresh the face cloths, and returned to pay attention to Lori's face, where his drying semen was still evident.

I sat there mesmerized, idly stroking my still stiff cock.

Their work done, they shifted Lori to the dry side of the bed, and pulling a large duvet from the cupboard in the corner, covered her and tucked her in for the night. Andrew fixed a towel around his waist, and Penny adjusted her robe to cover her nakedness, which was as much the cause of my erection as anything else I was witnessing.

 Dimming the lights, they both went to leave the room, but not before beckoning me to follow them. I got up, and erection proudly leading, followed them from the bedroom.

We filed down the hallway and into Penny's room.

To be continued – look for Chapter 7