Me, You, My Wife, and Yours Pt. 05

As Brad finished depositing his load deep into my wife’s pussy, Helen continued gyrating her hips in circles.

Brad held her gorgeous tits in his hands, and Helen held his large chest muscles in hers.

She pressed her vagina down into him hard, gritting her teeth and snarling with the effort. Tossing her head back, Helen’s eyelids drooped. Still out of breath from her orgasm, she kept crying out, “Ooooh yeeeeah…. Oooooh yeeeeah…” over and over again.

It looked and sounded so strange. I had never seen her react that way before and had to turn my head away. It was too hard to watch Helen getting that much pleasure from another guy’s cock, even if it was Brad’s, who I loved like a brother.

Janet was sitting next to me on the couch. I had been so dialed in on watching Brad and Helen fuck for the first time, I hadn’t even noticed she had sat there. Her eyes were welling with tears and transfixed on the sight of our spouses basking in their post-orgasmic rapture.

“Fuck!” I whispered, “I can’t even look at this.”

Janet turned her head like a robot and looked at me. Without blinking, in a very low voice only I could hear, she said, “That’s because they’re making love, Harry. Just look at them.” She turned her head back to look at Brad and Helen. A single tear crept down Janet’s cheek, but her expression remained as cold as stone. “We fucked… but they made love.” She nodded her head, not taking her eyes off Brad and Helen. She said, “You started this, Harry.” Janet sighed, put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. “It’s not your fault, really. You’re just a stupid ass.” She patted my leg with her hand. “Just a stupid ass… but, you know…” She sniffled and shook her head. “I don’t think I will ever forgive you.”

Brad and Helen, still slowly fucking, were holding each other close and kissing.

Then, as if waking from a trance, Helen pulled her lips off Brad’s and looked around. She spotted Janet and I sitting on the couch and she smiled at us.

“Whew!” she said, blowing out a breath and quickly sitting up straight, arching her back and whipping her thick wavy mop of long brown hair to the small of her back with a backward thrust of her head. She looked at us beaming, Brad’s cock still inside her.

“Did you two enjoy the show? That orgasm made my eyes cross!” Pouting her full lips, closing her eyes and gyrating her hips in a slow circle, she let out a long, loud, “Mmmmmmmmmm.”

And then, gritting her teeth and snarling, she pumped her hips into Brad one last time, and turned her head to smile at us again. She said, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in like… oh, I don’t know…” she shrugged, letting out a chortling laugh, “In like ten fucking years?”

I had only known Helen for five.

Suddenly, her eyes widening at me, she let out a gasp and put a hand up to cover her mouth. Wincing and grimacing, she said, “Oops! Sorry, Harry.” Then she shrugged and added, “Although, I guess that answers the question you asked me last night. Brad can, in fact, make me cum harder than you can.” She cackled and slapped his chest.

I almost gasped. Her harsh words, spoken so flippantly, devastated me.

She smiled her movie star smile, seemingly oblivious to either Janet’s tears or my stunned face.

Brad looked over at us, too, his face turning red. I recognized that look on him. It was a look of embarrassment and concern. He had obviously noticed Janet’s tears and the anguished expression on my face.

Helen still hadn’t.

“So what’s next,” Helen said with a shrug, still smiling, “Anal, right?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to scream at her. It felt just like catching her getting fucked in the ass by Tim the D.J. Yet, despite my pain, there was no fucking way I would ever let Helen see me that distraught over her again.

Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, I expelled all my anger and jealousy in that single exhale. I still felt sick to my stomach.

Forcing a huge smile, I nodded, looked at Brad and said, “Well, Brother… I guess it’s time to fuck my wife extra hard in her ass. You want me to hold her down for you?”

Helen rolled off Brad onto the floor beside him. “Oh, no need for that,” she said, giggling and spinning around on a knee to face him again. “I promise to stay still. Where do you want me, Brad,” she asked. “Right here on the floor, or… I know. How about we do it up there on the chair where Janet squirted?”

“Actually,” Brad said, “I think I need a minute here.” He looked down, frowning, and we all looked over at his soft, shrunken and shriveled penis.

“Wow,” Helen said, “I think my pussy won that death match!” She snickered loudly at her own joke. As her laughter trailed off, she shrugged. “So… I guess it’s intermission?”

Helen stood up, looking a lot less drunk than she had a moment before. She said, “I prepared some snacks for us earlier. Is anyone hungry?”

The rest of us seemed in a daze. We just looked at her. I think we were all emotionally drained. Helen looked fine, even kind of upbeat, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah, sure. Let’s all take a break… get something to eat.” I stood up and turned off the video camera.

Helen spun away, stumbling and swaying as she walked quickly into the kitchen. She called out behind her as she went. “It’s a lot of leftovers from the cookout, but I made some fresh pasta salad.”

Brad sat up, covering his spent cock in both hands. He stared at his wife and said, “I’m so sorry, Janet. Are you… going to be okay?”

Janet nodded, took in a big breath and let it out. “I’ll be fine, Brad. Now I know how you felt, though, and it sucks.”

Brad nodded and stood up. He looked at me. “Are you okay, Harry?”

I smiled and nodded. “Let’s go eat,” I said.

“What she said about me making her… uh… you know…”

I forced a laugh that I’m fairly certain seemed genuine enough. Scoffing and waving a hand, I said, “Oh that? She’s just drunk. She says stupid shit like that all the time when she’s drunk.” Helen had never said anything that hurtful to me before, drunk or sober, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “Don’t sweat it. Now, let’s go get some grub.”

Janet stood up, and Brad said, “Shit yeah! I am fucking starving.”

“Oh, you’re always starving,” Janet said, smiling.

Brad kissed his wife on the forehead and headed into the kitchen. I stepped over a cushion to follow, but Janet stopped me with a hand on my arm.

She watched as Brad disappeared into the next room. Then she leaned into me and whispered, “I don’t want him cumming in her ass, too. He has to cum in mine.”

This sounded insane to me. I shook my head, grimaced and said, “What? Why the fuck does that matter?”

Janet yanked my arm hard, and in an intense whisper, she said, “Because she already beat me with her mouth and pussy. I have to win him back with my ass.”

I chuckled in disbelief. “That’s crazy,” I said, “This isn’t a competition, Janet. I know you’re feeling emotional and I get it, believe me, but this is not a–”

Janet yanked my arm harder, and whispered forcefully through clenched teeth, “Yes, it fucking is a competition, and if you’re not in it to win it then you already fucking lost! Now step up your game! Win your fucking wife back with that big cock of yours, and I’ll do my best to win Brad back. If there’s one thing I know I’m better at than Helen it’s anal.”

I shook my head and gave her a doubtful smirk. “Not sure that’s true. Maybe if she were sober…”

“Oh, fuck you, Harry!” Janet flung my arm away and stomped into the kitchen, leaving me standing there a little stunned.

What the hell had I started?

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I saw my wife quickly push away from Brad, looking guilty as hell.

Helen, a little too loudly and quickly, announced, “There’s plenty of food, guys. You all just help yourselves.” She began uncovering plates she had just taken out of the fridge. “Not sure what they usually serve at orgies,” Helen said, snickering, “But I kept it light. Hope you like it.”

Janet had been watching whatever my wife had been doing to her husband, and she looked furious.

I got a little pissed, too. I wasn’t bothered so much by Helen showing Brad some affection, probably just giving him a hug. It was her sneaky attempt to hide it from me that really stuck in my craw.

And what was up with Helen making no attempt to hide that from Janet? Why was she flaunting her affections for Brad in front of Janet, but trying to hide them from me?

Maybe Janet was right and this had become a competition between the girls, after all, but I was too much of a stupid ass to pick up on it.

That seemed likely.

There was definitely no competition between Brad and I. The big dummy was stuffing his face with deviled eggs, completely oblivious to the soap opera playing out around him. I was truly grateful for that. Brad had no guile, and he certainly never conspired or schemed about anything. That’s partly why I loved the guy so much.

Janet smiled a huge fake smile and announced, “Why don’t I make us all a nice pot of coffee?”

“Oooh,” Helen said, always up for coffee. “That sounds great.”

I admired Janet’s strategy. I had just told her I didn’t think she could compete with Helen sexually unless she were sober, so my guess was that Janet was trying to level the playing field with caffeine.

‘Well, played, Janet,’ I thought, ‘You go, girl.’

This whole new cat and mouse, spy verses spy, dimension to our foursome both terrified and intrigued me.

I decided to act as dumb as Brad and have a bite to eat. “Looks awesome, Honey. Great job.” I walked over to her, gave her a squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

Sitting down next to Brad, I grabbed a cold chicken wing and took a big bite. “So, Brad buddy, how long before you get wind back in the sail?”

He scowled at me. With his mouth full of food, he said, “Gum again?”

“How long before Woody Woodpecker can peck?”

Brad’s scowl deepened.

“How long before your dick gets hard?” I said, glancing for any reaction from the girls. Helen looked oblivious, nibbling on raw carrots and dip. Janet remained stone-faced, but seemed to get very still. She was obviously listening for his response.