Quite frequently I get messages from “couples”, asking me if I’d be interested in having sex with the wife. Typically, these are sent by bored husbands without the knowledge (or interest) of their spouses, so I either ignore them, or, when I’m feeling generous, tell him that I’d only talk with his wife, if she’s really interested. That’ll usually end the conversation (except that one time when someone tried to impersonate his wife - unfortunately, she made the same grammatical and typographical mistakes that he did, but that’s another story) so I was quite surprised when I got a message from Helga.

Her husband Gerd had sent me the usual, telling me about how his wife was curious about having sex with women and he’d be thrilled if I was on board with her. I told him I’d be thrilled if she would contact me herself and not have him handle all her communication, thinking I’d never hear from them again when a day later I got an email.

“Hello,” it read. “My husband already wrote you about me, so I’m just writing back to say I really like your stories and am curious about female on female. Please write back if you’re interested.” Attached was a picture of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote “for Kat” with the date of the email. Surprisingly, it seemed to be real.

I set a date with Helga to meet in a chat room. She told me her husband was very submissive, and even though she’s not really the dominant one either, she plays the role in their relationship and has him please her and fulfill her fantasies. Her biggest one at the moment seemed to be having sex with another woman.

They were from Germany, both in their 60s, she said; retired, but still lively and active, so they travel a lot. In fact, one of the first things she talked about was how she’d love to drive down to Italy to meet me in person. I had to curb her enthusiasm a little and get her to work on my terms.

“Well,” I said, “that’d be something to keep in mind, but first I’d need to test you to see if we’re on the same wavelength.”

She agreed. “I do anything you want,” she replied.

“Hm. So what would you do to please me?” I asked.

“Lick you,” she answered. “Lick you anywhere you want. Your pussy. Your ass. Anything. Fuck you as you tell me to. Anywhere, any time. And let you fuck me as you please. All my holes, all my body is yours.” And just to affirm, she sent me another picture of her twat, spread just as wide as before, with two of her fingers lodged inside.

I liked that. She was obedient and forthcoming, offering herself freely and voluntarily without expecting anything in return. “What’s your favourite toy?” I asked.

“My husband’s dick,” she replied.

I laughed. “Ah, okay,” I said. “What’s he doing now?”

“He’s helping me take pictures,” she said. “And he’s waiting for instructions.”

“Okay,” I answered, seeing how far I could go wit her. “Then I want him to film you while you spread your legs and start pissing right where you are now.” It was a bit of a risky demand, since not everyone is into that kind of stuff, but I figured the worst that could happen was for them to disconnect and leave me be. And in fact, for a few minutes it seemed as if they’d just left, as I didn’t get any reply back.

Then she wrote: “I sent it to your email.” I checked and found a new message from her, with a video attachment. Opening it, I took a minute to lean back and watch what she sent me.

The video started with her face, a pretty, stern woman’s face with just a few wrinkles around the eyes and lips. She whispered with her bright red lips “for Kat” and blew a kiss as the camera pulled back, showing her sitting on a red desk chair, wearing just a set of black lingerie that was cut out in all the important places, showing the nipples of her round heavy tits and the area between her legs.

She was blonde; dyed, as the small patch of black pubic hair above her snatch revealed. Her figure was average; not slim, as she had all the little chubby bits you’d expect of an older woman, but not fat either. When she lifted her right leg onto the desk she was sitting at, I could see her feet were in a pair of high leather boots that I really liked.

Slowly, she slid down to the edge of her seat, opening her legs towards the camera and then, the red chair turned a little darker between her legs before she spurted a long stream of pee onto the desk top. For a while she just let it run, splattering the rest on the floor as the pressure eased up and finally, as she was finished, she leaned forward and started licking the puddle that had formed around her keyboard. When the camera came closer, I could hear her slurp up her own warm piss as she winked at me.