Helens Fantasy Pt 05

HFTC Part 5: Gangbanging My Husband's Friends

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Nikkie Janes 2024

Friday night, at last, the weekend was here, and for once, Simon was home in time for us to make an early start on it. I was ready to relax after a long, stressful week investigating tax fraud by a businessman. There were also suspicions that money laundering could be involved. The pressures to get everything correct were immense, and I was stressed and tired out. I'd been working closely with the police, who had tipped us off in the first place.

This was a major case for me.

After a quick kiss and fumble, then a shower, we got comfortable in casual clothes, heated up the takeout ready meal, opened a bottle of red and settled down for the night.

Simon had put a porno movie on download after we had watched one of our favourite clips of a stunning blonde girl giving a very lucky Indian guy one of the most sensual BJs you could imagine.

Simon's hand was resting on my thigh, edging ever higher, and I knew where this was going to end. A hot fucking session on the floor. The film wasn't that good, so Simon turned to me and asked, "Do you think the girls get much out of this?"

"Well, this film I'm not excited by, but otherwise, I can only speak for myself, but in general, yeah, we do."

"No, not watching, acting in them. If you can call that acting. Do you think they actually get off on the sex? Can they get off on having the fuck pounded out of them? I mean, all they're there for is to flash their tits and pussy to the camera so that the sad sacks can get off on that and then get covered in cum."

"How should I bloody know, but I suppose so, why?"

"Just wondering." With that, Simon stopped the film we were watching and switched to another one. He'd planned this, as the film was set to run at a certain scene. As soon as it started, my blood ran cold.

"You're up for it, aren't you!" The man said to the woman sitting alone at the bar.

"Excuse me, what?"

"Don't mess about, you're up for it."

She didn't respond, staying silent, not sure how to react, how she wanted to react. He was arrogantly confident, too much so for her liking, but still!

"Up for what?"

"Sex, you want me to fuck you."

Interestingly he had said she wanted him to fuck her, not that he wanted to fuck her. He was putting all the emphasis on her. The woman laughed contemptuously in his face, before raising her left hand and wiggling her fingers under his nose, displaying the wedding band and prominent diamond engagement ring resting securely and contentedly on the third finger.

"I don't think so."

"Yes you do, otherwise you would have either walked away or slapped my face by now." The man took hold of the woman's hand and pulled her off the bar stool and away into a dark corner of the club, spinning her around, he pressed her against the wall and leaned in to kiss her. She didn't pull away as his tongue probed inside her mouth at once.

The impression was that this, whatever this encounter was, would be hard and fast, as he began to paw at the woman's body which was held still, allowing him to feel up her tits. Breaking the kiss, he laughed into her ear. "I knew you were hot to trot as soon as I saw you; sitting there on your own. Your nips are hard." He pinched one, hard, making the woman squirm against him.

The man kicked her legs apart and slipped a hand up the woman's short skirt, which had ridden high up her thighs, pulling her panties down. As they dropped to the floor, the woman stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

"Not here," she said as his hand played with her already wet cunt. "Somebody might see us."

"So, that's all part of the fun." His fingers were now inside her as the camera moved in for a close-up, working the woman into an increasingly hot state of over-arousal.

Her legs parted even more as his hand left her pussy, and he undid the fly of his Levi's. Then his cock was easing into her opening, pausing for a second as he savoured the heat and wetness of it. Then he slammed into her hard. Thrusting upwards, he lifted her off her feet with his ferocity.

The camera was up close and showed the way her pussy stretched to accommodate the girth of him.

The man began to hammer away from the off as her hands went around his arse, and she pulled him up into her.

The man's thrusts were becoming more urgent and uncoordinated, his breathing ragged in her ear as he slobbered wet kisses on her neck. The woman was moaning in ecstasy. He was getting close. Unusually for a porno, the man began to unload inside the woman, only pulling out as he was half done. It was a new twist, allowing the viewer to know the woman was really getting the cum inside her.

As he finished, shuddering with relief, his cock twitching, he wiped it on the woman's leg and stuffed it back inside his jeans. She'd half expected him to force her to her knees to clean him up.

"Thanks, I knew you were up for it," he said as he turned and walked away.

The woman stared straight into the camera lens, then a small smile played over her lips.

I said nothing, hanging my head in shame. My sordid secret was exposed. Toby had assured me that it was unlikely that Simon would ever get to see the films, but here it was.

"Simon, I can explain."

"Were you ever going to tell me about this little sideline of yours? When did you make this, and I assume there are others, apart from the couple I've already found, quite the little star, aren't you? I mean, you can't say this was done when you were a student; this was filmed recently. Christ, Helen, wasn't fucking that photographer enough for you?"

I looked over at Simon and was surprised to see that he didn't look annoyed or hurt. Disappointed yes, possibly curious, and maybe, just maybe, a little turned on. I recognised the glint in his eyes. Deciding honesty was the best course of action, I mean, I'd already been found out so why lie about things, I confessed, although I slightly went on the offensive.

"We talked about that and thought we were cool. You admitted watching me fuck Felix turned you on."

"That was then, this is now, and different. I was there then and knew what was happening! With this," Simon waved his hand dismissively at the screen with the image of me paused on it, "this, whatever it is, I knew nothing about it. When did you decide it was a good idea to get fucked on film."

Although he was now clearly angry, he didn't scream and shout, his voice and tone were calm and reasonable. That made things seem worse. I didn't know how he was keeping his cool. I'd have been ranting and raging if I was in his place.

"Last year, just after the threeway I had with you and Cheryl." I then went on to tell him what I had done, contacting Felix and arranging to meet Toby with the intention of trying out making a porno. I told him about Flick and our evening together. I told him about my first day on set and acting as a fluffer. Then my girl/girl scene with Letitia. That piqued his interest. I knew that he'd fancied her when they first met.

"So, to answer my earlier question, as porn talent, isn't that what they're called? Did you get off on fucking strangers like that? Or was it just for the money?"

I didn't hesitate before answering, "The money had nothing to do with it. Yes and no. Yes, some of the sex was intense, and I came massively. Other times, it was frustrating. Stop, start and no flow to what was happening. I'd be there getting well screwed, getting the shit pounded out of me, ready to cum, and Toby would call cut, and we'd have to stop. It was worse for the guys though if they were into it. Stopping, before going in again, hopefully having been able to keep it up. But generally, Toby was a good director, gave us a brief outline and let us get on with it."

"Very compassionate of you, being concerned that the guy who's screwing you can keep it up. And Toby let you get on with it? So you were into it, fucking strangers.

"How many films did you make?"

"I was there for a week, then went back again, later for three days, but I'm not sure. Only one where I'm the actual lead girl. Most of the others I was a part of the general cast, had a couple of scenes, or background stuff. I'm not sure, as some of the scenes were cut into different films."

"Anything else you'd like to share with me; any more dark secrets?"

I decided that now was the best time to come clean. This was my chance. I knew it was my only chance.

"That threeway we had with Cheryl."

"Don't tell me you've been with her again. You know I wanted that."

"No, nothing like that. That was guilt sex. The reason that happened was I felt guilty about something I'd done and needed to make it up to you." I paused for a second, wondering if my next confession would be a step too far. So far, Simon seemed more turned on and excited than angry with me. I knew of his own fantasy of wanting to watch me fuck another man; that was why he hadn't stopped what happened between me and Felix. The thing that had started the chain of events that opened up my sexual boundaries.

"I've willingly gangbanged a group of guys. Not in a film, for real, and I instigated it." I rushed on before Simon could say anything. "You know about Felix well after he sent me the photos when I was down in London on a course, I contacted him to see if he wanted to get together again. He said that he wanted to, but he also suggested maybe we could involve some of his mates as well."

"And you agreed? To a fucking gangbang!"

"Not at first, but then after I thought about it, yes I did. The idea got me so hot. At first, I was shit scared, but then I got turned on. I mean, I was wetting my panties when I got off the train."

"I know I don't want to really know this, but how many?"

"Five, including Felix, the session lasted about three hours, and before you ask, I did everything for them, everything!"

"Everything?"

"Simon, I'm not spelling it all out word for word. Use your imagination. I was having a gangbang. There tend to be no limits in that situation, or if there are, they soon get forgotten."

Simon looked more stunned than upset, his restrained anger seemingly dismissed.

"Simon, I'm sorry. If you forgive me, I'll do anything you want me to do."

"There's nothing to forgive as long as you don't regret what you did."

I sensed this was a test, and if I lied, then things would be worse than I could imagine. Simon deserved an honest answer.

"No, I don't regret anything I've done, apart from cheating on you, but the actions and everything else, no, I enjoyed most of it. The gangbang happened on the last night I was down there. Afterwards, and on the train home, I was mortified that I'd cheated on you. I felt like a slut, but that made it even better. I suppose the gangbang aspect helped me get over the cheating. I mean, if it had just been Felix, then that to me seemed worse, but with the five of them, it was just sex, raw sex, fucking."

Simon took his time processing this, "Most? You said most of the time you enjoyed what you were doing. What didn't you enjoy? When you got gang fucked, or making movies?"

"That scene you've just played, that wasn't a good experience. The guy wasn't nice, he didn't need to act, that was him in reality. None of the girls liked working with him. But honestly Simon, I'll do anything for you. Would you like me to set up something with Cheryl, or anything like that?"

"No, I've told you there's nothing, although if there ever is, you'll know it."

That was a month ago.

"Helen, do you mind if a couple of guys from the gym come round to watch the game? Their wives are not into football." England were playing Denmark in their 2nd group match of the Euros this afternoon, and as Simon and I were planning on watching anyway it was no hardship. We'd both managed to finish work early, as the game kicked off at 5:00pm.

"That's okay with me, but tell them to bring pizzas and beers. I'm not catering for you all."

I had a quick shower and had just finished pulling on my England top, combining it with a just-above-mid-thigh lightweight skirt. Underneath, I'd opted for a pair of white cotton panties, and as there were going to be some strangers, a pale pink platform bra instead of my usual braless mode when I'm at home relaxing.

"Hi," Peter, the first of Simon's mates from the gym, called out as he followed Simon into the living room. "It's Helen, isn't it? I didn't realise you were Simon's misses when I've noticed you around the gym." His eyes wandered over me as I walked over to him and handed him a drink. I didn't sense anything overtly sexual in his look, but he was definitely checking me out. He was quickly followed in arriving by David, John and Steve. All four were fit as fuck, big and tall and looked incredibly strong. I couldn't help my dirty mind wondering if their packages matched their physique.

I knew they were all fitness fanatics, and Simon had told me about some of the weights they could handle in a session. They weren't pumped with steroids; these guys worked hard to get the way they looked. As did Simon, but he wasn't in their league. All four of them had seen me in the gym, although I shied away from the hardcore heavyweight area they used, keeping to the aerobic and flexibility sections, plus a few lighter weights for toning.

I gave each of them a cold beer in exchange for the packs they were carrying, putting them into the fridge for later use as the guys sat down to watch the pre-match build-up while I put the pizzas in the oven and set the timer so that they would be ready for full time.

"Right guys, I'm not here to entertain you, I want to watch the game as well, so if you want a beer during the game, they're in the fridge, help yourselves, and don't forget to bring me one when you do. And I'm warning you now, I get noisy when I watch football."

"God, even for England under Southgate, that was fucking shite," I exclaimed, as not thinking, I pulled off my top and threw it disgustedly into the corner. I suddenly realised I was there in my bra, with 5 pairs of eyes on my tits. Thank God I'd put one on, and the guys were more than interested in the view of my 34B cup tits they were getting.

"Sorry about that guys, but the way they sat back after scoring they don't deserve my support."

Quite a few beers had been consumed during the first half, so inhibitions were a little lower than they might have been. I stormed off upstairs to put on a top and rejoined the guys.

As I walked out, Simon followed me, pulled me to him and whispered in my ear. I looked at him wide-eyed, then nodded okay as it dawned on me that this was my 'I'll do anything' moment.' I went upstairs and put on a sexy little halter top, leaving everything else the same, apart from one accessory I wanted to use. Walking back into the room, I noticed that Simon had got fresh beers for everyone. I picked up mine, and chugged a good slug down, then walked over to the stereo, syncing my phone to it and selected one of my workout playlists.

Duddud, de dudu, duddud. 'Let's go girls!'

The unmistakable opening riff and words of 'Man! I Feel Like a Woman,' by Shania Twain, split the air.

I moved into the centre of the room, struck a pose and then began to dance. I was nervous, very nervous, even more than just before my gangbang started. I suddenly remembered that I'd stripped for those guys as well. But I was also getting turned on. I wondered how far this would go? When would Simon call an end to things? If he would call an end to it, or let me see how far I was willing to go.

The guys were wondering what was going on, but my movements were undoubtedly sexy and erotic.

The song finished and was replaced by 'You can leave your hat on,' the Joe Cocker version from the film 9 1 ⁄ 2 Weeks, where Kim Basinger strips for Mickey Rourke.

I put the fedora I'd brought down from the bedroom and began to dance again. The inference with the song, my hat and movements was obvious, I was going to put on a strip show for them. There were a few muted calls of wow, and yeah as they realised what was happening. This was going to be a lot more exciting than any football game could be.

I also noted that the boys looked over to Simon to judge his reaction to my antics. Simon didn't react in any way.

I upped the pace as I moved around, running my hands up and down my body, dancing close to each of the guys in turn, but so far, staying out of touching distance.

I moved in front of Simon and indicated that he should undo the clasp of my halterneck top.

"I'm not your audience, the guys are."

Taking this as his consent and instruction to go further, I sashayed over to Peter, turned around and said to him, "Will you help a girl with her clasp." He did, as soon as the straps around my neck fell away, I spun back to face him, letting the top fall open and down. My tits jiggled and bounced, balancing on my bra.

I leant forward and pushed my tits close but not against his face.

Once again, I was back in the middle of the room, but the guys had moved a lot closer to me. I shimmied and swayed, bending over, running my hands up and down my thighs, noting how each of the guys reacted.

David seemed to be the shyest; but also the most turned on. I went to him and gave him a little up close and personal dance, getting my tits right into his face.

Taking hold of his hands, I ran them over my body, letting them linger on my tits for a second. I leaned into him and whispered in his ear as I pushed his hands under my skirt. He squeezed my arse cheeks for a second, then he pulled my panties down.

I squealed and acted shocked, moving away from him, but in reality, he'd done exactly what I'd asked him to do. I bent over, picked up my panties and threw them at Simon, who didn't react.

Things were getting serious, the guys knew my pussy was exposed under my skirt, and I only had a bra stopping them seeing my tits. Whatever clothing I removed next would have me bearing some of my assets.

I'd gone for a bit more of a tease than they could have expected. Okay, they wouldn't get to see me in bra and panties, but this was somehow a lot sexier and erotic.

As the music changed track, 'Telegram Sam', by T-Rex was next up, I went to town, swinging my hips out to the rhythm. My skirt is rising higher and higher with each swish of my hips. The guys looked over to Simon, who was sitting back nonchalantly, they were waiting for him to say stop. I knew he wasn't going to. He wanted me to strip for his mates, maybe that was his intention for inviting them over in the first place.

I decided that as I liked my perky B-cup-sized boobs, the guys would get to see them first. I don't think I was really processing things in my mind. I was just going with the flow of things. The guys were getting a little rowdier now, and there was the occasional call of 'get your tits out Helen'. If that's what they wanted, then that's what they were going to get.

I unhooked the clasp of my bra and let the straps fall from my shoulders but teased them by crossing my arms over my boobs. I stood in front of John, close enough to him that he could touch me. I smiled at him as his hands reached out, took hold of my arms and pulled them away, exposing my boobs for all of them. I grabbed hold of his hands and placed them against my boobs, making sure he got a good feel.

By now, I was really hot to trot and wanted to move things along as fast as I could. I wasn't going to stop now, even if Simon wanted me to.