Me, You, My Wife, and Yours Pt. 02

On the night of our first foursome Brad and Janet arrived ten minutes early, but that was okay.

We were ready.

First off, even though we were both very horny when our friends left us the night before, Helen and I had agreed to refrain from having sex that night.

We wanted to save up all our sexual energies for the foursome.

That decision, surprisingly, led to one of the most intimate nights of our marriage.

We showered together before bed. As we stepped into the shower, Helen turned and kissed me. She smiled a sad smile as she handed me her Teatree shampoo and said, “Can you wash my hair for me?”

I nodded and took the bottle.

Turning away and getting her hair soaked under the shower, she said, “Something you said to Janet tonight… really bothered me.”

I poured my palm full of shampoo and put the bottle on the holder.

“What did I say that bothered you?” I began working the soap into her hair.

“You said – mmmm, that feels nice. It’s been a while since you did this for me.”

“I love washing your hair,” I said, moving my fingertips to lightly scratch and massage my wife’s scalp and neck.

“Soooo, good,” she said.

“So, what did I say, Baby… that bothered you?”

“You said, ‘Helen only loves Helen’.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I believed it, and that made it even more hurtful.

For a while, the only sounds that followed were of the shower, slapping water and my hands scrubbing and massaging Helen’s head.

“You don’t feel like I love you?”

“Rinse,” I said, “I’ll wash it again.”

Helen put her head under the shower and rinsed.

“In some ways… I feel loved. In other ways, no, I don’t.”

“Didn’t I show you how much I loved you last week… in that van.”

I smiled. “Yes, I suppose so. It makes me feel loved thinking about that day.”

Helen got in position and I began her repeat hair washing.

“I let a black guy fuck me, Harry.”

I chuckled. “Yes, you did.”

“It’s not funny. That guy had a huge cock. It fucking hurt.”

“I know, Babe. I’m sorry.” I pulled her into me, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck.

We rinsed her hair together under the shower.

“You liked it after he got going.”

“Of course I did. I’m a fucking sexual deviant. There is something seriously wrong with me, Harry.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, grabbing the body wash and a facecloth. I began lathering up her whole body from chin to ankles.

“Ooh,” she cooed, “I’m getting the deluxe wash tonight.”

“Anything for my loving wife.”

She frowned at that, but it faded into a contented smile as she basked in my full body lathering massage.

We rinsed together again, this time kissing and groping under the deluge.

“Gimme,” she said, taking the facecloth, “Now I do you.”

“Kool.”

As she lathered me up and down from scalp to feet, she said, “How can you not think there is something seriously wrong with me, Harry? I fucking cheated on you our whole marriage.”

“Yeah, but that’s a completely separate issue. Cheating is one thing, enjoying a meaty black cock in your pussy is another.”

“But a meaty black cock in my pussy was cheating.”

“No. It wasn’t.”

Helen chortled ruefully. “How the hell was that not cheating?”

“Because I made you do it. Just like I’m going to make you fuck Brad tomorrow night.”

Helen finished lathering my body in silence.

Then she said, “But… I’m going to really enjoy fucking Brad.” She pushed me gently under the shower head to rinse.

“Good,” I said, “A wife should enjoy the things her husband makes her do.”

“Aren’t you worried… I’ll like it too much?”

I chuckled. “I love it when you like sex too much. That’s what I’m hoping for here.”

“I mean what if…” Helen averted her eyes. “What if I fall in love with him?”

“I’m not worried about that.” I pulled her into me, hugged her close and kissed her under the shower.

As her lips left mine, she gazed into my eyes with concern and said, “I’m worried about that.”

“Are you worried I’ll fall in love with Janet, too?”

She blinked. Her brow knitted up as she looked deeper into my eyes. “Should I be?”

I smiled and shrugged. “Maybe.”

Helen pushed away from me. “Maybe?”

“Worse case scenario,” I said, shutting off the water, “You fall in love with Brad or I fall in love with Janet. What then?”

I slid the door and stepped out of the tub.

“I don’t know,” Helen said.

I grabbed a towel and motioned for Helen to come closer. She stepped out of the tub and turned around, taking the towel.

“Well, even if I fell in love with Janet I would never leave you. It would hurt Brad, too, not just you.”

She bent forward and wrapped her hair in the towel, as I grabbed another and began wiping her body dry.

“Would you leave me for Brad?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“But I… I might want to have more sex with him… like a lot more… and all the time.”

“I still don’t see a problem there.”

“You wouldn’t be… I mean… that wouldn’t bother you?”

“Nope.” As I dried myself, Helen began drying her hair. “Why, Babe, would it bother you if me and Janet suddenly couldn’t stop fucking?”

Helen paused, thinking. She frowned and said, “I think I’d be annoyed by it. Not really jealous.”

“So, if I had her over here every day for a month to fuck her that would just annoy you?”

She nodded and then abruptly stopped nodding, thinking more deeply.

“Actually, it would be nice seeing Janet every day.”  Helen chuckled and smiled. She shook her head. “You know, I don’t think you two fucking every day would bother me… at all.”

“You’re worried about nothing then. The fact is,” I shrugged, “We are both already in love with Brad and Janet.” I picked up my tooth brush, pasted it and just before brushing, I said, “I guess we always were.”

Helen came to bed completely naked. I smiled as she climbed in next to me.

Nude in bed usually meant sex.

“I thought we agreed no sex?”

She smiled at me, pulled my face in close with a finger under my chin and gave me the softest and sweetest kiss.

“No sex then,” she whispered.

She turned over and snuggled under the covers.

I hastily kicked my boxers off and tossed them in the general direction of the laundry bin.

Helen saw them fly and smirked back at me over her shoulder. “I thought no sex?”

Smiling, I shrugged and said, “No sex then.”

We hadn’t had sex since that crazy day in the van almost two weeks before. Helen had gotten her period, and I had done a lot of extra shifts at the hospital. On top of that we had both been in sort of a state of shock since the events of that day. (See Wife to Sex Slave by me, Hofeeder, right here on this site.)

We were still putting our marriage back together, and talking became our number one mode of expression. That night I could tell that both of us were primed to fuck and horny as hell.

I moved in behind her and placed my half erect cock in the crack of her ass, pressing my body against hers to pin it there.

Reaching my arm around her, I cupped her tit in my hand and hugged her close, burying my face in her thick brown hair.

“Ooh, you are a naughty boy,” she said in an airy come-hither tone.

“Just spooning,” I assured her.

“Mmmm, okay.”

Helen reached back over her shoulder and caressed my face with the palm of her hand. Our legs entangled and she pressed her butt harder against me.

My cock grew.

“Dain-Jooor-ous…” I whispered my sing-song warning in her ear.

“Just getting cozy,” Helen said.

“Mmm, right.”

“So, you like Janet’s ‘gorgeous ass’ more than mine?” Helen gently gyrated her hips, massaging my hardening penis between her warm naked butt cheeks.

“Mmm,” I moaned as a responding throb of my cock earned it fully erect status. “Not sure.”

“Not sure, or afraid to admit you do?”

“Truthfully… not sure.” I yanked her hip back, pressing her butt crack harder into my cock. “I’ll tell you after I fuck it.”

“But it’s sexier looking than mine? Right? It turns you on more?”

I scoffed. “No fucking way.” I began slowly fucking her ass cleavage. “You’ve got, by far, the sexiest looking ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“But you just said you weren’t sure… if you’ll like it more.” Helen put her hand behind her and between us, clutching around for the head of my cock.

“I haven’t fucked it yet… so I can’t know.”

“So, you might like her ass better than mine after you fuck it?”

I pulled my hip back to give her hand more room and she got a better hold of my erection. She pressed it into her bum crack, stroking my cock slowly and gyrating her hips.

This was getting serious.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying, Sweetheart. Not a clue. Your amazing ass is jumbling my fucking brain.”

“You want to fuck it?”

“Oh, God, yeah!”

“Is it nicer than Janet’s?”

She arched her back and we both began thrusting our hips with my cock and her stroking hand in between us.

“Absolutely!”

“Is my ass more gorgeous than hers?”

“Yes.”

“Say it!”

“Your ass is more gorgeous than Janet’s… soooo much more gorgeous”

Helen slid her hand from my cock to her ass cheek and pulled it up, spreading her ass wide open. “Then, I think… you better fuck this gorgeous ass… don’t you?”

“God, yes!” I said, absolutely crazed with lust.

Helen never offered anal when she was sober. She had a few beers in her, for sure, but this was not dirty-drunken-whore-Helen, who rammed cocks in every hole. So I relished the opportunity to see how mostly-sober-Helen would handle my big cock shoved deep in her beautiful ass.

I licked spit onto the palm of my hand and transferred it onto the head of my cock, but then I paused and thought about it.

Being jealous of Janet’s ass had driven her to offering me this, and that was just plain wrong. Helen had nothing to be jealous about.

Suddenly, I felt an even greater urge to show her why she never had to be jealous again. I loved my wife more than anything in this world, even more than plowing her amazing ass.

“Helen,” I said in a very intense tone, still nearly out of breath from being so sexually aroused. “I don’t want to have sex with you tonight.”

Her head spun around. She blinked and scowled at me with her eyes blazing. “Why the hell not? Because of tomorrow?”

I stared deeply into her eyes and said, “I don’t want to have sex. I want to make love. We can fuck each other tomorrow… and we can fuck Brad and Janet, too. We’ll have all kinds of sex tomorrow night. Tonight… I want to make love to my wife.”