I seemed to drift off into a light sleep for about ten seconds and Paula's voice brought me awake. "Come on Helen...we have to go...he's asleep" I was aware of the movement of bodies and kept my eyes closed.
I could hear the murmur of voices from the front door and then the click as it was locked. I followed the progress of my wife as she came back to the bedroom. I watched, through hooded lids, as she tidied up, putting clothes in the wash basket. She retrieved the vibrator and cleaned it with a wet-wipe. I watched as she hid it away in the wardrobe. She looked wonderful. Her body was still flushed and her pussy lips were still distended and engorged. I knew from her slow movements that she was reluctant to get dressed again.
She moved to the mirrored dressing table between the windows and let the full, sunny light fall on her. Now I knew that she was still aroused. She played a few strokes across her nipples and the put her hand to her pussy, watching herself in the mirror. She was slow at first but speeded up. Her hand, second finger running over her clit, worked up and down along the length of her pussy slit. I knew she was about to cum and could see the way she bent her knees and opened her thighs. I could see the trickle of wet on her inner thigh. It was now that a perverse feeling came over me. "Very nice" I said scathingly. "Do you do this to get off after we make love."
She stopped in mid stroke. Frozen for a moment and then clenched her thighs together, trapping her hand. That had stopped her in her tracks. I was still put out, not by her doings but by my exclusion. "No ...No."
"Oh course not."
"I was still feeling horny and you didn't want to fuck me ... you preferred Helen...I saw you...you got off on her alright."
I knew we had to talk about this some time. "Sit here" I patted the bed. I covered my bottom half with the sheet and made room for her.
Emma sat down. "How did this happen."
"When did it start." I enquired to get the ball rolling. She sighed and told me like it happened.
About six weeks ago I was away on another trip and Emma had been lonely. She rang Helen who invited her to come round in the evening and share a bottle of wine. And that is what she did. As the time to go approached Emma had gone for a shower and feeling randy had rubbed her tits with a coarse wash cloth that she has. Fully aroused she used the cloth on her pussy and had a semi-satisfactory orgasm. She got dressed up a little more than usual, for just meeting Helen, and went out feeling good.
There was a strange little car parked outside Helen's flat, close up to the back of Helens car. That made her a little uneasy. "Perhaps Helen has a boyfriend round" she mused. "I won't stay long" she almost said out loud. She looked again at the car and then rang the doorbell. She could hear Helen say something and give a little laugh. "So she does have company"
The door opened by Helen, looking lovely. She was wearing a short skirt and loose blouse and was magnificent framed in the doorway light. She ushered Emma into the hall and took her coat. "Come and meet Paula " she gushed. Relief flowed over Emma. She was introduced to Paula, who looked a little severe, dressed in a black "power" suit. She smiled and shook hands, however she got the impression Paula was not best pleased to see her.
Dinner went smoothly and afterwards they sat down Emma and Helen on the big rug, as they usually did and Paula on the sofa. They were grouped around the fire with a second bottle of wine. Emma felt a little giddy and could not stop looking at Paula on the sofa. She was facing both Helen and Emma. Her legs were slightly apart and Emma not only found her eyes drawn to the hem of that prim looking skirt but also caught Helen giving it a full gaze. Paula had taken her jacket off to reveal a crisp white shirt.
