Is This Really What She Wants?
Copyright© 2025 by DontJudgeMe
Chapter 5
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5 - I accidentally discover that my wife gets turned on by the idea of me with our sexy, busty friend.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Fiction Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Humiliation Rough Polygamy/Polyamory Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Small Breasts
“Are you going to spank that little slut again?” Barb whispered to me while giving me the traditional goodbye hug a wife gives her husband when he’s off to see his mistress. Her eyes were shining and staring at me intensely when we broke the hug. Whenever we’d made love this past week, Barb had brought up the events of last Saturday when I had turned Helen’s ass the brightest of red.
“We still owe her for that ... that pillow-stunt she pulled,” she added. A bit of colour rose in my wife’s cheeks but whether it was embarrassment or anger was hard to say. She hadn’t noticed her pillow being sticky until the next morning when her hair and face were stuck to it.
I hadn’t told her what I’d seen but she’d put two and two together, and though she’d immediately changed the bed-sheets, she’d been grumbling about it all week ... not that it had turned her off the whole thing. If anything, it had kept a slow-burning fire going in her.
The picture of me fucking Helen’s big, juicy melons had also been mentioned more than once ... and this morning I’d found my phone on the bathroom-floor where I was certain, I had not left it. I suspected Barb had done something private with it but I couldn’t be sure. I hadn’t asked, I wanted to let her keep some dignity.
“We’ll see,” I answered without committing to anything.
“And ... maybe a video this time? Or ... or at least more pictures?” she asked, a needy tone in her voice.
I didn’t even bother answering that, I just gave her a quick kiss on the lips and went into the car to drive the two and a half minutes to see my lover. As I parked on the street, I got a text: ‘Go round the back im in the hot-tub’.
With a guilty feeling of being watched, I walked up her driveway and around her house, into her garden. It was getting dark, which just made it seem even more clandestine, and I was sure the neighbours were spying on me.
I turned another corner around her house and finally made it to her terrace.
“Why, hello, James,” the voice of my blonde vixen greeted me.
True to her word, Helen was in the hot-tub, smiling her most alluring smile at me. Only her head, elegant neck and the top of her shoulders were visible, the rest of her was hidden under the bubbling surface of the water. When I approached, however, she arched her back gracefully, pushing her always-impressive tits up above the churning water, her pink nipples pointing right up at me.
“Hey sexy,” I said with what I hoped was a charming smile, eyeing what I could see of her sexy curves. I’d missed her hot body! It’d been a week since I’d seen her last. Well, except the pictures she’d gratuitously sent me. I’d been studying them plenty.
I stopped at the edge of the hot-tub not really sure what to do. Did she want me to come in or was she coming up? When she didn’t move, I walked around it, knelt down and found her lips with my own. Craning her neck, she eagerly kissed me back. Soon my hands were cradling her head and neck as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
“Mhm...” she sighed after a little while, “I missed this...”
“Yeah, me too,” I muttered and kissed her again. It felt so right, so good.
“How about you lose those clothes and join me?” she wondered and arched an eye-brow invitingly. I didn’t need to be asked twice, so I quickly shed my shorts, shirt and boxers while Helen was eyeing me appreciatively. When my half-hardened dong came into view, she gave a little wolf-whistle, and I grinned and climbed into the tub.
The water was nice, and I slid down on my butt next to her. She immediately hugged me and kissed me, her naked, wet body rubbing against me. I wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed her soft lips. We stayed like that, making out, savoring each other.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled when we broke. Then we kissed again, her tongue finding its way into my mouth, dancing with mine.
Almost on its own, my hand found her large breast, cupped it and lightly stroked her pink nipple that quickly became hard.
“Ahh...” she sighed into my mouth and kept kissing me. My other hand slid around her, down her side until it found her deliciously round butt, giving it a good squeeze. She gave a low moan and moved around, giving me easier access to fondle her.
This was good. One hand on her tit, one on her ass and her tongue in my mouth. It didn’t get much better than this...
“Oh my,” she said and broke the kiss, looking down my body. My dick had risen - naturally and was clearly visible through the churning water.
“Someone’s happy,” she murmured in a sultry voice and wrapped her little fingers around it, feeling it pulse.
“Always when he’s with you,” I said. It sounded lame but at this point I didn’t really care. Instead of focusing on silly lines, I bent down and found her free nipple with my lips. I sucked it into my mouth, and it hardened instantly, making her gasp softly.
Then I introduced it to my teeth, biting it lightly.
“Ah, yes...” my wonderful lover sighed and started stroking me. Softly, slowly ... teasingly.
“Yeah...” I encouraged her, “it feels so good...”
As a way of showing my appreciation, I slid my hand from her breast down her body, tickling her soft stomach, touch her thigh and finally in between her legs. I had to twist my body somewhat to reach both her nipple with my mouth, her ass with one hand and now finally her pussy while at the same time allowing her access to my dick that demanded her attention.
Luckily, I’d always been flexible.
“Mhm, there, baby,” she said when I found her hard little clit, “yes!”
“Yeah, you like that?” I asked teasingly.
“Uh-huh!” she nodded and squeezed my dick harder and faster.
“Yes...” I exhaled. I let go of her nipple and ass and sat up straight, before finding her mouth with my own. Just as my lips met hers, I slid a finger up into her, keeping my thumb on her clit. She moaned loudly into my mouth, clearly liking it.
God, I enjoyed this. We were just kissing and rubbing each other, like a pair of horny teenagers.
Soon a second finger entered her, finger-fucking her while she was sucking on my tongue.
Gradually, her moans grew louder and more intense, while her hand on my dick lost its focus. She’d stopped rubbing it completely, solely paying attention to what I was doing, then kinda remember what she was at and rubbed it hard and fast for a while, then settle into a good, steady rhythm, before forgetting about me again.
I suddenly realised something strange. Neither of us had mentioned Barb - or my wife as she was known between us. We were just enjoying each other. Almost like this was a real affair. That’s not a good development, was it?
As that thought popped into my head, however, she intensified her rubbing, and drove everything else from my mind. I just enjoyed my sweet lover, her sweet hand and her sweet pussy.
Finally she broke the kiss.
“Oooh, baby, you want me to cum ... on your fingers...?”
I paused for a second. It would be sexy to be sure, but I didn’t want that, not really.
“Nah,” I said after some consideration.
“Ah, then you ... gotta stooop...” she sighed.
“Fine,” I said and stuck my fingers up into her one last time before pulling them out and off of her. I raised my hand to my mouth and carefully licked the fingers that had just been inside her. Truth be told, the hot-tub water had washed most taste away but it still felt kinky, and it sent a clear message to Helen.
“God, I need you,” she said, her voice full of need. She bent down, shoved her face underwater and gave my hard cock a quick kiss before she took the entire head into her mouth.
“Ahh...” I sighed, pleasure and arousal rising in me. I had missed this, Helen’s mouth was like the eighth wonder of the world. And it being beneath water made it feel ... different. In an new and exciting way.
However as quick as it began, it ended. She blinked the water out of her eyes, looked up at me with a cheesy smile, water dripping off her face before she pulled up, swung her leg over me and sat down a top of me. My hard dick got mashed up against my stomach as her groin pushed it against me, and her tits squished themselves against my chest.
“You want me?” she whispered into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers of desire through me.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, I wanted her so damn much. She was filling my every sense with desire. She raised herself up, grabbed my hard rod and pointed it straight up before lowering herself down upon it. Her pussy gripped me tight as she slowly speared herself on me, taking more and more dick into her. She placed her hands on my shoulders for support though I barely felt them. All my attention was on my dick and the meeting of our bodies.
“Oooooh...” she sighed as I gradually filled her. The water around my dick made it feel strange but not unpleasant.
“Oh God Helen...” I mumbled. She was tight, wet and felt so fucking good. I had no clue how she made her pussy feel so snug around me, but I had never felt anyone as good as her.
“Yeah? Feels good?” she asked as she stopped with me about halfway inside her.
“So good,” I readily admitted.
“Mhm ... you’re so BIG!” she told me, looking down at me.
“So good,” I said again. I put my hands on her hips, feeling her soft, wet skin.
She rocked back and forth, my dick sliding in and out of her. At the same time, she was massaging my dick in such a good way.
Steadily, her greedy pussy swallowed more and more of me, while she was moaning and gasping.
“Oh GOD,” she finally said and forced her body the rest of the way down, fully impaling herself on me, “oh GOD!”
“Yeah!” I agreed, “you’re so hot!”
“I’m so FULL!” she exclaimed and patted her stomach just under her tits, “I swear you’re all the way up here...”
What man doesn’t like to hear that kind? I certainly did. Mhm, yeah, the admiration of a woman as hot as Helen was just what my ego needed.
She steadied herself, getting used to the intrusion before she began sliding up and down my pole. I could feel her strong thigh- and ass-muscles work under my hands.
“Fuck, Helen...” I groaned.
“Shh...” she stopped moving her lower-body and bent down and silenced me with a kiss, before saying slowly in a kind voice, “don’t be crass tonight, James.”
“I ... okay,” I agreed, though a little bewildered. After all, this was the woman who had proclaimed herself to be my slut and asked me to pull her hair.
“Tonight ... just make love to me,” she asked in that same voice. I didn’t necessarily like that word about anyone but my wife but I was not about having that discussion now.
“Of ... of course...” I agreed and was rewarded by the most brilliant smile I could imagine. It was as if her entire face lit up. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.
“Thank you ... my love,” she said sweetly. That word, however, made alarm bells go off in my brain. Was I her love now? Was that just sexy-talk or were things progressing out of my control here? We needed to stop and figure out what she meant by that...
Unfortunately, she also started moving again and squeezed my dick-head with her pussy in a way that was just amazing. Now was really not a good time to start discussing pet names, was it?
Instead I met her lips in a long, intense kiss which made me feel incredible. She found a steady rhythm, and it felt heavenly. Holding on to her, I helped, thrusting up into her in time with her. God, it felt good. I needed to focus on something else...
“Mh! Mmm! Mhh!” she moaned into my mouth as the intensity grew, and that really didn’t make it easier to think about football, now did it?
“God, Helen!” I gasped when we pulled apart to breathe. I looked up at the sexy goddess riding me, her huge tits bouncing in time, her face radiating desire, her blonde mane all wet and plastered to her head and neck. She was so beautiful!
“Yes! Yeah, oh GOD, James!” she gasped, “don’t ... stop! Please, please...”
Like I was gonna stop! Her eyes met mine, and I could easily see the desire in them.
“So good...” I grunted, forcing myself to think about the coming Premier League match. But right now I couldn’t even remember who was playing! Was it Chelsea? Arsenal?
“I’m so close, please...” she begged, “please, please...”
Okay, fuck football!
“Me ... too...” I grunted and allowed myself to enjoy what was happening. I grasped her harder and thrust up into her with all my strength, making her cry out again, while I stared at her face, imprinting her beautiful features contorted in pleasure in my mind.
“JAMES! OH GOOOOOD!” Her mouth was open wide and she threw her head backwards as the orgasm overtook her.
I kept fuc- I mean I kept making love to her, pushing up into her as hard as I could, while her tight pussy milked me.
Part of me wanted to throw her up over the edge of the bath-rub and rail her from behind but the other part wanted to keep this position that she’d so clearly enjoyed. In the end, I ran out of time. Her pussy was too good, and I couldn’t resist.
“Ngn ... HELEN!” I cried out as the age-old rush of pleasure, desire and bliss washed over me as I pushed up into while pulled down on her, shooting my cum as deep inside her as possible.
My wonderful girlfriend looked down at me with a tired, satisfied smile. Then she laid down upon me.
“Mhm ... damn that was nice,” Helen murmured, still resting on me.
I blinked a couple of times as I tried to assert whether I’d fallen asleep or not.
She kissed her way up my chest, collarbone, throat and finally my lips, “juuust what I needed.”
“Yeah? Me too...” I admitted and kissed her back.
“You know ... I’ve been thinking...” she started slowly. I looked down at her, and her eyes had lost their usual confidence, and she was chewing on her lower lip in an adorable way.
“Yeah?” I wondered.
“It might not be the best time to bring it up but ... well, I’ve been thinking...” she said again but halted.
Hoo boy, this wasn’t heading anywhere good, was it?
“You’ve been thinking...?”
“It’s just that ... I love you. And ... and you love me. I think...” she said, a nervous edge to her words before she stopped, eyes wide with anxiety.
Her words forced some quick introspection. Did I? Love her? She certainly brightened my day. I was always looking forward to her texts ... and even more so our Friday meetings. I enjoyed her company, her voice, her laughter ... her moans of pleasure. And not to mention the sex! Sex with her was incredible.
So yeah, in a way, I did love her. Not like Barb, of course. Barb was my life. But Helen had managed to conquer a small part of my heart, there was really no denying that.
But ... where was she going with this?
“I ... I do...” I said cautiously.
She gave me a big smile and a bigger kiss.
“I knew it,” she said, her voice all happy.
We stayed like that in silence, her draped over me. I was relieved that that was all it was about. She’d had me worried.
“I know you ... no, we have the kids to consider but ... what are you gonna tell Barb?” she asked, “and ... when?”
Oh. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What did she mean? That because I loved her, I was gonna leave Barb?
Well, fuck, what else was she gonna think? What was that song she’d put on? I don’t like your girlfriend, you need a new one, I could be your girlfriend?
Why the fuck was I thinking about songs now? I had to say something!! What was I gonna say?
“Look ... Helen...” I tried.
“Don’t worry,” she interrupted me, “I’m not expecting you to move in tomorrow, or anything...” Then she looked up at me, “unless you want to...?”
“I...” What was happening? “Helen, look...” What was I going to say? ‘This was just a fling? I’ve made you fall in love with me and made you hope for a future with me, but I was just having fun?’ What kind of scumbag would do that?
“I’ve been emptying out Harold’s old office and the extra bedroom so Frank and Ginny can have their own rooms when they’re here,” she said, either not hearing or completely ignoring my hesitation.
No, seriously, what was happening? I just came over to have sex with my hot girlfriend! How did I get trapped in this nightmare of bursting dreams?
“I just feel bad for Barb ... it’s gonna be quite a shock.”
Fuck it. Rip that band-aid.
“Helen ... she already knows,” I said slowly.
“About us?” Her brows furrowed, then she lit up: “You already told her?”
“I mean ... I’m sorry. I’m not ... I’m not leaving her.”
Her eyes widened, then narrowed.
“What do you mean?”
“She’s my wife! I ... yeah, I love you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love her more,” I said and repeated for good measure: “she’s my wife!”
“I ... see...” She moved off of me and sat down next to me, her arms across her chest, covering herself somewhat.
“Look, I’m sorry. This was never meant to be more than ... than sex.”
The look in her eyes tore at my heart.
“Ah. I’m only good for ... sex,” she said slowly in a bitter voice.
“I didn’t mean that ... It’s just that...” what was just that? How could I possible end that sentence?
“Nono, I ... I get it. I just thought ... since you ... you know...” she too struggled to finish her sentences.
“I’m really sorry,” I said, wondering if a hug would be a good idea or a catastrophe.
“But ... you just said that Barb knows...?” she said slowly.
“Eh ... yeah...” I admitted. That might have been a mistake.
“How does she know?” she asked.
What did I say? That Barb suspected? Would she buy that?
Could I keep lying? She’d find out sooner or later, wouldn’t she?
Fuck, I had to be honest, didn’t I?
“It ... well, it was her idea,” I confessed, not looking at her.
“What?”
“After the party at our place ... when you and I danced ... well, most of the night according to Barb ... she admitted that...” I shrugged, “that she liked it when we did so. And so she suggested that I message you. And then it took a life of its own.”
“So ... so when you suggested you come over with a bottle of wine to comfort me that first night...” she said slowly, her eyes uncomprehending.
“It was Barb’s idea...” I admitted.
“And ... and afterwards...” she wondered.
“I ... yeah, I told her about it...”
“And the messages ... and the pictures!!” she asked, her voice rising to a pitch.
“She’s seen it all,” I admitted.
“Aha,” she nodded slowly, jaws clenched, “she’s some kind of pervert? Getting off on it?”
“I ... I wouldn’t call her a pervert,” I tried meekly.
“But she does get off on it?” she insisted loudly.
I shrugged helplessly in response.
“Get out,” she finally said, voice thick with emotion. Anger most likely being one of them.
“Look, Helen,” I tried.
“Out!” she hissed at me, “I’m not your little freak-show!” I gave her a last, long look, trying to find a way to object but in the end, I just nodded, dejected. It was easy to see where she was coming from, and I couldn’t honestly argue her point.
I stood up and crawled out of the hot-tub. Still wet but ignoring the towels she’d placed on a chair next to it, I forced my boxers and shirt on and then finally the shorts. If it hadn’t been for Helen’s ice-cold looks and the crushed feeling in my stomach, it might have been comical. As it was, it was just sad. Finally, I got my shorts on and turned to her.
“I do love you,” I tried.
“Fuck off,” came the venomous reply. I nodded and left.
Predictably, Barbara was waiting on the bed, completely naked, though she immediately sensed something was wrong. Maybe because my clothes were wet, maybe because my entire being radiated frustration and sadness.
“What happened?” she asked and sat up, eagerness exchanged for concern.
“Well ... Helen has cleared space in her house so Frank and Ginny can have their own rooms,” I explained, as I shed my wet clothes and sat down on the bed.
“What?” she asked, obviously nonplussed.
“She expected me to leave you and move in with her. So now the kids each have their own room over there.”
“Oh...” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“But ... you aren’t. Are you?” she asked, a sliver of unease in her voice.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snapped, “of course I’m not.” This should probably have been a tender, loving moment for us, but I was not in the mood.
“Of course not,” she murmured and hugged me from behind, “so what happened?”
“What do you think happened? I told her everything,” I said.
“Everything?” she asked.
“Well, I kinda accidentally admitted that you already knew about the affair ... so I had to,” I said.
“So now she knows...?”
“Everything, yes,” I sighed.
“Oh dear,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Yeah. She is not impressed with us. In fact, she told me to fuck off...” I muttered.
“Come here,” she said, and we crawled into bed. Under the covers, we talked about it, but in the end there wasn’t much to do about the whole situation.
Even after Barb had begun snoring quietly, the thoughts kept turning in my head. The happy look on Helen’s face turned hurt when I told her everything. The anger in her voice. The betrayal in her eyes.
The fact that our social circle would implode if she told them what had happened dawned on me, but I couldn’t really gather enough energy to care.
I should have told her sooner. We might have been able to salvage something. But even though it was Barbara who had insisted on keep it secret, I couldn’t fault her, not really. We shared the blame. We had played with fire, and we’d gotten burnt.
The next day sucked. She didn’t block me but Helen simply stopped answering texts, stopped answering my calls or returning any of my attempts at communication. So I left her alone and even though it was Saturday, I went to work. As manager, I generally kept the weekends off but I needed some distraction...
Sunday, I started to come out of the funk, but I felt disgusted with myself. I really did care for her, and I had stomped on her heart. I was short with everyone, (though I tried to plaster a smile on my face when I was with Frank or Ginny), my co-workers quickly realised something was off and left me alone if possible. It took all my willpower to stay polite and professional with clients (luckily, I didn’t have many anymore, since much of my time was spent in the office), and Barb was walking on eggshells around me. Maybe she was worried I’d blame her.
I debated whether to simply visit Helen and try to talk with her. But, well, she had told me to fuck off, and I felt that I needed to respect that. And, honestly, I didn’t want the door slammed in my face.
So yeah. Bad days.
Well, that changed Wednesday afternoon when I got home from work. Tired and grumpy, I called out when I entered the house: “I’m home.”
“In here,” came Barb’s voice from the living-room. I made my way through the kitchen, pondering taking a beer but I had eaten and drunk way too much the last few days, so I grudgingly left the fridge alone and moved into the living-room, expecting to see Barb with her phone in the couch.
Instead, she was sitting at the dinner-table ... across from Helen.
“Helen!” I croaked in surprise and took in the view of my ... well, former lover now.
She was looking good. Her blonde hair was set up in a loose bun, leaving a few strands of hair free to frame her beautiful face and her make-up was subtle but made her look fresh and natural. Except her lips that were ruby-red, matching the sun-dress that she was wearing that, perhaps wasn’t as low-cut as the yellow one she had been wearing last time she came visiting but certainly still managed to high-light her sexy figure. I was strong, however, and made sure to keep my eyes on her face, not matter how much I wanted to stare at her cleavage.
There was no doubt in my mind that Helen had worked hard to create the vision I saw before me. And she had succeeded.
“Hello James,” she said, somewhat less warm than I could have hoped but at least she wasn’t telling me to fuck off, so we were improving.
“Hey dear,” Barb said and smiled at me. My wife had not really gone out of her way to present herself. She was wearing a t-shirt and skirt, that both hung loose on her slim figure. But then again, it wasn’t a competition.
“The kids are at Marianne’s,” she said before I had even begun to wonder why it was so quiet. But that was good, the adults could talk freely then.
“It’s good to see you,” I said to Helen and sat down at the head of the table between the two women.
“You too,” she said, and I noticed her eyes dipped a bit from my face down to my chest. I was wearing a tight shirt that high-lighted my pecs and it seemed she noticed. Maybe I wasn’t the only one missing something...
“Helen and I had a chat yesterday ... and today,” Barb explained and turned to Helen, “and, well ... first of all, we’d like to apologise again. For ... you know...”
“The lies and deceit?” Helen interjected in a harsh tone.
“Yeah, that,” Barb admitted, “although, we weren’t the ones trying to break up a marriage...”
“No, you only dangled a hot, caring guy in front of a lonely woman. I’m sure you didn’t expect anything to happen!” Helen shot back.
“Okay, okay, sorry,” my wife held up her hands in a defensive gesture, “let’s not start that again. We apologise for deceiving you...”
“Yeah, sorry,” I said quickly, feeling like I needed to contribute somehow.
“We never meant to hurt you. Or, maybe we ... well, I didn’t think too much about it...” Barbara admitted, “James wanted to tell you but I didn’t want you to know...”
“That you’re a pervert,” Helen smiled wickedly, enjoying twisting the knife.
Barb ground her teeth and continued: “We’re really sorry. It was mean and we shouldn’t have done it.”
Helen nodded, accepting the apology.
“Now, is there something you would like to say...?”
Helen stared at her, lips pressed together to a thin line. Then she sighed, her shoulders slumped and she mumbled: “I’m sorry for trying to steal your husband.” She wasn’t looking at Barb when she said it. Honestly, it felt like getting an apology from our seven year-old son, with all the heart she put into it. But she did say the words.
“Thank you,” Barb said briskly.
All three of us sat there in silence. Not necessarily an uncomfortable silence, just that no-one really knew how to proceed from here.
“Ehm ... about that other thing we discussed,” Barb finally said, when it became too much for her. Her cheeks were flushing.
What other thing?
“Knew you couldn’t keep it in much longer,” Helen smirked at her. Barb became even redder and looked down.
“What other thing...?” I wondered. I looked at Barb but she stared at the table, then at Helen who kept her eyes on my wife and a mocking smile on her lips. She looked beautiful like that; superior, dominating.
“I think your pervert wife has an idea she’d like to tell you about,” she said.
“I just thought, eh ... maybe ... you could ... the two of you, I mean ... could continue...” Barb murmured, eyes down while her fingers drew invisible figures on the table. She was so nervous!
“You mean...?” I asked, looking at Helen.
“Ask her,” she nodded towards Barbara, “ask your twisted wife just what she means.”
“Yesterday we discussed, well I mentioned it anyway, the discussion was more today, really,” Barb rambled, “that, maybe, but Helen hasn’t said yes, but maybe you and her could ... could...”
I was about to say something when Helen cut me off: “No, I want to hear her say it.”
Barb’s fingers were nervously playing with each other.
“Maybe you could still ... see each other...” she said quietly.
“Say it. Say it, you little freak!” Helen demanded sternly, leaning in over the table towards my wife. I turned to look at Barb as well.
“Could continue to fuck!” she finally exclaimed. My eyebrows flew up. That was certainly honest talk.
“And there it is,” Helen mumbled and leaned back in her chair.
“You want that?” I asked Helen, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice.
She bit her lip as she looked at me.
“I didn’t hate it,” she admitted, “what we did.”
“Oh, you didn’t hate it?” I said, my time for a mocking to of voice, “you didn’t hate when we ... up in our bed? Or when you rode me in the hot-tub?”
“No, I definitely didn’t hate that,” she said, and her old, sexy Helen-smile was back.
“Well, me neither,” I grinned, “I especially didn’t hate what we did at Greg’s party...”
“What, when we danced, when I blew you or when you promised not to have sex with your wife that night?” Helen said in her sensual, arousing voice, totally ignoring or not caring if she hurt Barb with that last remark.
“Either, really,” I answered.
Across the table, my wife had started breathing fast and she was looking back and forth between us, seemingly not hurt.