Chapter 1: The Question

The trip had been grueling, and by the time the plane landed and the limo dropped me off at home I was dead tired. As quietly as I could I crept into the house, then down the hall to our master bedroom.

“Hi baby,” I said, greeting Helen. She was in bed, of course, reading.

“How was your trip?” she asked coolly. I sensed immediately that something was wrong, but was too tired to get into it.

“Fine. Tiring,” I said, dropping my garment bag on the floor before moving over to the bed to kiss her.

When I leaned down to press my lips on hers she seemed to pull back slightly, but then let me kiss her. What she did not do was return the kiss. Another signal. I’d fucked up again, somehow, and at that point frankly didn’t give a shit. I was tired and just wanted to go to bed, so I walked into our closet, hung up my suit, stripped off my clothes, then crawled into bed.

“We need to talk, Bill,” she began. Fuck. Here it comes, I thought.

“About?” I said, not anxious to hear whatever it was.

“I ... found your secret folders, Bill,” Helen began. “On your PC. The ones with all those young sluts in them. The ones of teenage girls SUCKING COCKS and FUCKING OLDER MEN!” she snarled, her face showing her anger.

“Helen...” I began weakly.

“What, Bill? What?” she snapped. “What’s your excuse?”

“They’re exciting, okay?” I snapped back, tired and grouchy. “I get off on looking at those photos. You know I jerk off. Okay? It’s perfectly normal,” I growled, turning my back to her. “So do you. That collection of dildoes and vibrators aren’t for me, babe, sometimes I just like to enhance my jerkoff sessions with a little extra stimulation, that’s all. No big deal.”

She crawled over to me then, pressing her tits into my back, and I realized she was wearing a very thin nightgown. Helen is still very hot looking at 43, a definite cougar, a MILF, and when she gets into it she can be a tigress in bed. What she did next dispelled any notion I had of her being angry.

“I know, baby. It’s okay. I was just teasing you. But tell me ... what do you like seeing most, baby? Those hard cocks sliding into all that nice young pussy? Or the facials, where those young sluts are getting creamed ... by one of these?” she teased, reaching around my body, seeking, then finding, my cock. The smile on her face let me know she sure wasn’t angry ... she was HORNY!

“I like the facial photos best,” I moaned, raising up so she could get her fingers around my dick.

“I bet you do, you pervert,” she grinned. “You like watching all that hot cum splashing down on those young faces, don’t you, baby. Faces young enough to be your daughter’s.”

“Yeah. I do,” I said, rolling over toward her.

“I bet you wish one of those cocks was yours, don’t you, you dirty old man. I bet you wish you could fuck a young teen girl like that and come on her face, don’t you?” she mewed, moving on top of me now, straddling me, my cock hard, ready for her.

“Yeah. That would be great. To slide my dick into a tight young cunt like that ... I’d love it,” I moaned, feeling her lowering herself onto my cock. She was wet ... VERY wet, and I entered her with no problem.

“You’d ... like to ... do THIS ... to them. Wouldn’t you, Bill,” she moaned, fucking me.

“Yeah. I would.”

“And you’d like to make them COME! WOULDN’T YOU? WITH YOUR FUCKING HARD COCK! RIGHT?” she gasped, pumping up and down on me furiously, fucking me as hard as she ever had.

“YES! I WOULD!” I growled back.