From Helen With Love

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Tony and Helen have settled into a rut until Helen decides its time to get some spice back in their lives. Waking Tony up with a blow job is only the beginning of a wonderful weekend.



Tony turned off the TV and slowly headed to the bedroom, making a bathroom pit stop on the way and checking on the kids. He was almost on autopilot, but there was a vague nagging hope stirring in his groin. He didn't really have any hopes for action tonight. Wasn't even sure he had the energy to be bothered anyway. But Helen had been on edge in a funny kind of way all evening, anything was possible. He'd almost thought she was excited, until he sat beside her on the lounge and she immediately decided to go to bed. Women! Who the hell could understand them?

Sure enough, she was asleep in her standard pjs, curled up in a ball. Oh well. He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed to strip off his clothes and gently stroking her face as he climbed in beside her. She mumbled in her sleep and rolled away. Taking that as his cue, he rolled onto his side, away from her, and settled down to sleep.


Suddenly Tony was awake. Fully awake, not that vague slow awakening. This was full sleep and dreaming (damn, it was a good dream too) to eyes open, ready to meet the danger head-on awake.

Someone had hold of his dick and was squeezing and stroking it. Holy crap! It was Helen.

Well, of course it was Helen. Who else would it be, you idiot? She is your wife, remember? Has been for quite some time now.

Well that was just it, wasn't it? When was the last time Helen had initiated any kind of sexual act? She'd always been a quite willing participant, but never an initiator. That was his job.

Not that Tony was complaining, mind. Hell, no. It's just that it caught him a bit by surprise.

"Wondered how long it'd take you to wake up," Helen purred in his ear, obviously pleased with herself and her innovative alarm clock.

Tony looked at his beautiful wife. Every morning he wanted to grab her and just stay in bed, to hell with the world. But there was always a reason they couldn't: usually that they'd be late for work or, on weekends, the kids would hear.

Right now, it looked like it'd be a race to see who'd jump who. Her colour was high, her eyes dark and smouldering, her lips parted, her tongue was making little circuits around her teeth and she was completely naked.

Why the change? Tony wondered. Then it hit him — the kids were staying at her mother's this weekend. She must've dropped them off early. Clever Helen!

She continued to caress her husband, smiling at the expressions that flitted across his face. First had came terror, then confusion, followed by realisation, understanding and now lust was beginning to appear.

"I thought you might like something a little different for breakfast this morning," she said. "Me."


Helen had been planning this for weeks. She'd primed the kids for a weekend away with Grandma, so when she casually dropped in to see her mother they'd clamoured for a chance to stay. Helen's mother was a complete sucker for the grandkids.

She made sure her mother was prepared to take them nice and early on Saturday. She'd woken early and had carefully gotten out of bed so as not to wake Tony, managed to quietly get the kids fed and out of the house to Grandma's and get away without having to waste the whole morning listening to her mother's trials and tribulations.

Last night she'd been so worked up, just thinking about what she had planned for Tony. She really wanted to give him some fun; it'd been a tough couple of months. Helen had been keyed up from the moment Tony got home, so she'd sat to watch TV, hoping to distract herself. It had sort of worked but when Tony sat beside her she nearly pounced, holding herself back with the greatest of self control — she really wanted him well rested and totally unaware this morning.

Now she had two full and clear days to spend with her husband. She'd already turned their phones over to message bank — she was having no interruptions, none, today.

They deserved it. They both worked hard and usually fell into bed at night too tired to even think of sex. Any time they did manage it, the sex was hurried and furtive, one ear tuned to the door.

Not today.


Leaving his rapidly awakening cock, Helen let her hands stroke, tickle and pinch their way up his body to his chest, while her mouth kissed and nibbled from his ears around to his mouth.

"Are you trying to seduce me, woman?" Tony gasped under the ministrations of her fingers and tongue.

"Yep." She pinched his nipple and was rewarded with a shudder and sharp intake of breath.

"It's working."

He reached up and grabbed her, pulling her in close, his lips mashing with hers. His tongue hungrily probed her mouth, twining with hers; his hands running down her back, passed her tiny waist and around the flared hips to squeeze her perfect arse. Her hands caught in his hair, twisting and stroking, running down across his neck and back up into his hair.

They broke the kiss, coming up for air. Helen dived at Tony's chest, grasping a nipple with her teeth and nibbling at it, then slurping and sucking at it before biting again.

Tony bucked and gasped. God that felt great — the sensation shot straight to his now rock hard dick. She knew, dammit, exactly what this was doing to him.

Maintaining eye contact (and the most sensually evil expression he had ever seen on that gorgeous face) Helen slid south, her tongue leaving a trail down his body as she nipped, licked and kissed down to the belly button. She did one lap around it, then plunged her tongue inside; kissed it and moved on, across the mound of hair.

She wasn't, was she? Tony held his breath. Helen had never, ever ... No, she wasn't. She'd jumped away and was now kissing up the inside of his thigh, carefully avoiding any contact with the throbbing pole of flesh.

He was a quivering mess as she moved slowly north.

This time, she didn't shy away as she reached his groin. He jumped as she kissed his balls, and moaned as she licked up his shaft. Again he held his breath, quivering, not daring to do anything that might break the mood and stop her.

Helen caught his eye and deliberately set her face in the most lascivious expression she could, opened her mouth and slowly, oh so very slowly, closed it over the head of his cock, her tongue making lazy circuits on the tip.

Tony's eyes went wide as her mouth slid down. Where had she learned to do that? And why the hell hadn't she ever done it to him before? It was all he could do to hold back from jamming hard into her mouth.

His hips heaved and rocked and his legs twitched as she continued her oral exploration of him, up and down, her tongue making little side adventures around and around, tickling and probing. Her hand was at his balls, stroking, squeezing and fondling. Then she made a ring with her thumb and index finger around the base of his cock and slid up and down, just a little, in time with the movements of her mouth.

Helen didn't try to take him all in her mouth. She didn't think she could and didn't want to ruin it by gagging on him. This was all new to her and exciting in a good-girls-don't-do-this kind of way. She also wasn't sure of the taste — maybe a bit too much salt for her liking. But she didn't hate it either. And she loved what it was doing to Tony.

He was moaning and gasping. She felt his balls contract up and his cock expand. He grabbed her hair, knowing he was going to come at any second, not wanting to put her off by coming in her mouth. "Darling, Helen, Oh god" was the only vocal warning he could manage.

Instead of pulling away as he expected, Helen continued her assault, sucking slightly harder and deeper. With a shouted grunt, Tony let go. All the built up tension burst out of him and into Helen's mouth, leaving him tingling and shaking, and her swallowing furiously.

She climbed up the bed to snuggle into his shoulder, looking like the cat that ate the canary. Tony cuddled her close, wonder in his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her gently, tasting his salty tang on her lips.

"Guess you enjoyed my wake up call." Merriment danced in her eyes, warring with the dark desire still present, as she pulled away from her husband and got out of bed. "Be out for breakfast in ten," she tossed over her shoulder as she pulled on her robe and sauntered out of the bedroom, the robe still open and flapping at her sides, and making sure she had an extra swing to her hips as she left.

Tony lay back for a moment, stunned. He didn't know what had gotten into Helen, and he wasn't sure he cared, as long as it stayed there. This was not the same woman he had climbed into bed beside last night. There was absolutely no way known that woman would have left the room half naked, no matter that they were alone; hell, that woman wouldn't even wander around in her pjs without a robe over the top. He smiled, leaning back against the headboard, his arms behind his head and daydreamed about all the wonderful things they could do if this new, more daring Helen stayed. Oh, he hoped she stayed for a very long time.

Suddenly his face went to blank shock and he sat bolt upright. He hadn't done anything to give her any fun! She'd just given him the best morning of his life - before he even got up - and he'd done nothing to return the favour.

Tony leaped out of bed and grabbed his shorts, quickly pulling them on as he moved around the bed and padded out the door after his wife.

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