Emma had come home a very angry woman, someone had stolen her lovely new, shiny bright car. She phoned the Police and left them to look for it. I had come home early and that is how this story started. Since I had caught my wife having sex with her friends and her confessions, as I called them she had been randy a hell. She had shown a perverse delight in telling the juicy bits of her fling and I had listened to her with a sad heart and an ever-stiff cock. When I fucked her the first time after I found them together I was rampant, like a stag in rut. Now I was much calmer.
I arranged to have lunch with Helen the following day and just as I dropped Emma off at the Police station to make her statement I told her I would see her at Helen’s place after 2-30. Emma thought that I had an appointment to preview some artwork that I had completed for a project. I met Helen at 12-00 noon. I offered a hamper lunch at her place and we had a lovely meal. I stood at the window, glass in hand, looking down at my old but well kept BMW. “This will be good.” I thought.
Helen was sitting on the sofa sipping her drink. She looked flushed. “You know why I got you here alone.” “Don’t you.” I was assuming the masterful role. She nodded. “You fucked my wife….and…. now I am going to fuck you.” That was just to clear the decks and have no confusion. Actually I fancied the pants off her. And it looked like I was going to get them off her.
I took her hand, gently. Raised her up and walked her to the neat bedroom. We stood, looking in each others eyes, breathing hard like we had run there. I started to undo the buttons of the dress. It was long, to her calves and buttoned to the neck but not high to the throat. She let it fall from her arms. The slip was light and again fell to the ground as I moved the straps to the side. She looked beautiful. A silky black bra encased her full breasts. No lace I noticed. I also noticed the evidence of arousal where her nipples strained at the material.
Helen was quite tall and stood like a goddess, her knees together, slightly bent in a demure, shy way. The pants, sheer and well filled matched her bra. The stockings were self-supporting. There was no need for a suspender belt. She was beautiful. Like I said a goddess.