A Little Help 7

"Hello-oo!"

I woke up halfway through a dream. What did I just hear? Where am I? What's going on?

I blinked a few times in the morning light and looked around at the unfamiliar room. I was at my friend's house. I remember. It was a very comfortable bed. What's the time? 09:04, according to my phone. He would be long gone by now. He had to get out for work early. On a Sunday! Poor guy.

What was I dreaming about? There was a voice. Was that in the dream?

"Hello?"

The muffled woman's voice came from another room. My friend's wife was still here. She had headed up early last night, leaving us to chat. Who was she calling to? Maybe she was on the phone.

I pulled myself out of the lovely bed and double-checked I was decent. Just pyjama bottoms should be fine for the moment. I desperately needed the toilet. I put my phone in my pyjama pocket and quickly crossed the landing to the bathroom. As I flushed and went back out, I heard her call again: "Hey! Come help me! I'm in here!"

She was definitely not on the phone, and since I was the only one in the house she could only be calling me. Her voice was coming from their bedroom. Why would she need my help?

I walked to their door and said "Hello? Are you OK?"

"At last! Come in! I need your help."

I opened the door, trying to keep my mind clean of any inappropriate thoughts about my friend's attractive wife. The door was in an alcove. As I walked out, any hopes of avoiding inappropriate thoughts were blasted away.

She was face-down on the bed. Her hands were tied together above her head. Her feet were also tied together. She was wearing white transparent lingerie and stockings. There was a pillow under her hips, pushing her bottom up. I stopped dead, staring at her for a moment. Her hair was loose around her face. She had a matching white blindfold over eyes. The side of her breast was visible through the sheer material. Her g-string had been pulled down to the tops of her stockings, underneath the suspender belt straps. A "Wow" escaped my lips.

"Um, hi." she said. "Let me explain."

I snapped back into reality. "Oh I'm so sorry!" I spun around, to stop myself from staring. "Did you just turn around?" she giggled. "It's a bit late for that."

I turned back, blushing, and she explained: "I woke up early and thought I'd give hubby a going-away surprise. We got a bit carried away and we - er - lost track of time. He had to rush out and leave me to untie myself. He's done it before - um - and it's been fine. It's just that today I pulled the bow the wrong way, I think. I can't get it undone."

"OK" I said, pulling out my phone. "I'll call him and let him know that you need-" "NO!" Please don't call him. He can't know you've seen me like this. He gets really jealous. It would get stuck in his mind forever."

"Right." I stood looking at her with my unlocked phone still in my hand. I glanced at the screen, my eyes stopped on 'Camera'.

Don't do it. I thought to myself. Don't be that guy. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity! I paused, then made my decision. "So - um - how can I - um -" I opened the camera app. Framed her beautiful half naked body on the screen and "how can I -" Kaclick went the shutter noise. Shit shit shit. " - UM - HELP?" I asked a little too loudly, trying to cover the noise that had already happened.

There was a pause I thought I'd die in.

"Can you undo the knot around my wrists? I can do the rest."

THUD THUD THUD went my heart. Did I get away with it?

"Yeah, sure." I walked up to the bed, shoving my phone back in my pocket. There was just so much perfect soft skin within touching distance. Her arms. Her neck. Her back. Her bottom cheeks sitting proudly up, waiting to be squeezed.

I pulled my attention back to her wrists. This wasn't just a rope or similar. It was more like a ribbon. "White ribbon too! Everything matches." I said. Trying to joke to distract from the situation. She smiled. Soft lips. Flushed cheeks. So damn pretty. "It's all part of our wedding set." Her smile changed slightly as she said it. As if she'd said something she hadn't meant to.

I looked over her lingerie again. She was wearing this when we were at their wedding. I'd never look at those pictures the same way again.

I can't deny I had always been attracted to her. It was impossible not to be. Right now, that feeling was off the scale. What I would give for just one squeeze.

Focus focus. Ribbon. Knots. I leaned over the side of the bed. I could see where she'd tried to pull the bow. She had clearly been wrestling with it, as the bow was gone, leaving a double knot, pulled tiny and hard. I struggled with it for a few moments, trying to get any kind of purchase on it. It was right between her hands, which made getting the right angle on it difficult.

"It's really pulled tight!" I said. " I can't quite get at it."

She wriggled a bit and lifted her arm, so I could get at the knot from the other side. "Is this better?"

In lifting her arm she had lifted herself off the bed partly. The sheer material took the weight of her breast as it came into view. I could see her dark nipple harden and push against the fabric even as I watched. "Y-yes." I said, seeing that the knot was more accessible too.

I fumbled with the knot a little longer. Trying to get it to budge at all. I had competing emotions about this. On one hand, I was kneeling on a bed next to a beautiful, mostly naked, tied up woman, and untying the knot was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to kiss her lips. I wanted to squeeze her body close to me. I wanted her. On the other hand, I was feeling pretty guilty about the photo, and there was really no other option than helping her anyway.

In the end, it was out of my hands. "I'm sorry." I said at last. "I really can't undo it."

"Take off my blindfold so I can see." It actually hadn't occurred to me to do this before. I was too distracted. I pulled it up off her eyes, being careful not to catch her hair. She looked at me and smiled. Melting me completely. "Hi." she said. "Um. Hi." I said, and smiled back.

She looked down, eyebrows raising. "Oh! Hello you too!" I looked down at my rock solid hardness straining against my pyjama material. "Oh! I'm sorry!" I had been so absorbed in her that I hadn't even considered myself. I started to get up and cover myself with my hands, but she just laughed and said "It's fine! It's fine. I understand." That smile again. This time a little naughtier.

She looked at the knot and tried to wriggle her hands free. Her body moved with the effort. Back on her front, I could see her bottom jiggling slightly.

"I think you'll need to untie it from the headboard, to loosen this." I looked above her hands to where the ribbon disappeared behind the mattress. It looked like it was tied to the bottom of the headboard, where it fitted to the base of the bed.

Since it was tied on the other side I started to get off the bed (more jiggling). Suddenly she said "Hang on! Sorry, can you do something for me quickly? I've got an itch on my shoulder. Just on the left under the strap." She looked at me expectantly. "Could you scratch it for me?".

I shifted back and knelt next to her. Moving her strap aside I began to tentatively scratch her skin. "Down a bit. A bit harder. Mm!" she wriggled a little "Yes there. A bit more. Uh. Thanks." The feeling of her skin beneath my nails and the huffs and sighs as I scratched her was driving me up the wall. As I stopped I was very conscious of my cock stiffening even more. I looked at her face, and saw that she was staring at the bulge in my pyjamas, biting her bottom lip. She looked up and smiled guiltily. "Can't I do a little looking too?". She was so damned cute. It was like being flamethrowered with sexiness, leaving the melted remains of what was an honourable man behind.

I chuckled self-consciously and got off the bed. As I walked around I paused without thinking. From the foot of the bed, I was looking up between her legs. Her ankles were just as firmly tied. On her thigh was a white wedding garter, with a little blue bow on the side. The lacey stocking tops were clasped in the garter belt, and her g-string was still pulled down to them, leaving her exposed.

My friend would have pulled them down before he took her, bound and ready for him in this position. With her hips propped up I could see the trimmed slit of her opening peeking in the inviting gap between her legs.

I could see that her lips were still wet. Pink and glistening. She must have felt so good. Those legs squeezed together. The warmth of her entrance as it was pushed open.

All I had to do was climb onto the bed. Pull out my cock. And accept the open invite laid out in front of me. I was seconds away from pure bliss. From having what I'd wanted since I first saw her. I moved slightly closer to the end of the bed. Staring at her sex, offered to me for the taking.

She shifted and looked at me over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised. "Well?" she said. I came back to reality again. "Sorry I... Sorry." I quickly finished walking around the bed.

My face was flushed as I got back onto the bed next to her. She was looking at where the ribbon was tied, but I could see that her face was pinker than before too. I fumbled around where the ribbon was tied to the bed, and tried not to think about how close I was to her. I found the loose end, and pulled the bow out. She pulled her arms down and thanked me. Relieved to be partly free at last.

She sat up to look at her wrists. I was very conscious that her sheer bra concealed nothing, and tried to concentrate on the troublesome knot. "I could cut it?" I offered. "No, he would know you helped me, and seen me... Well, like this." A little smile again.

I could see where the now loose ribbon from the bed looped in, and helped her to work it round. Eventually it was loose enough that he could get her teeth into the knot to pull the ribbon free. With a whoop she was free! She pulled the bow on the ribbon around her ankles easily. Smiling ear to ear, she hugged me. "Thank you so much! That's such a relief."

Without thinking I had hugged her too. I became conscious of my hands on her bare skin. One just below her bra, and the other just above her hip.

As she pulled back, I tried not to think too hard about the fact that there was a gorgeous woman in my arms. She rested back on her heels. Her face was so close to mine. My lower hand still lingered on her bare hip.

"Can I ask you something?" she almost whispered. "Yes?" I said slightly shakily.

"Did you take a photo of me?"

Her expression had become suspicious. My face fell. I let go of her hip. "Um." I didn't know what to say. "That's a 'yes' then. Show me."

I tried not to meet her eye as I pulled out my phone and unlocked it. She took it from my hand and opened the app. Her prone body filled the screen. My stomach sank with regrets.

"It's not very flattering. But... You were mostly very gentlemanly about it." she glanced sideways at me. "If you promise not to tell my husband, I'll let you keep this. Something to remember me by, to repay the favour. But you must never show it to anyone. Or tell anyone this happened. Ever. Do you understand?"

A weight lifted from my shoulders. I nodded mutely. "Swear it!" she commanded.

"Yes! OK! I swear I'll never show anyone else. I'll keep it safe." Reassured, she relaxed a little.

She handed me my phone back and smiled sweetly. She stood up from the bed and pulled her g-string up. It covered nothing but the tiniest line on her body. When she turned around I could see her neatly trimmed hair through the fabric. Her lingerie was covering her. But the sheer material meant she was essentially naked to the eye.

She stood on the opposite side of the bed, looking at me expectantly. I realised I was staring at my friend's wife in her bridal lingerie. On his bed. In their bedroom. Without his knowledge. Of course she was waiting for me to leave. It was time to end this fantasy moment and return to reality. I knew these few minutes and the photo would be with me for the rest of my life.

I shuffled to the edge of the bed and was about to stand up. "One last thing." she said uncertainly. My heart all but stopped. She walked around the bed until she stood in front of me.

I could feel my heartbeat in my chest. I could even feel my cock move slightly in time.

"Did you think about it?"

"Th-think about what?"

"Think about having me. Of taking advantage of me. When I was tied down."

"I - erm - I was..."

"When you stopped at the foot of the bed I could feel you looking at me. I felt so exposed. So vulnerable." She was close to me now. Her leg touching mine. "What were you thinking about?" she asked, staring into my eyes.

"I wanted you." I confessed. "I was thinking about how you were right in front of me. That I was seconds away from having you. All I had to do was climb onto the bed and..." I trailed off. Her mouth was slightly open. I could hear her breathing. "I'm going to think about that moment over and over again. About all of this."

"Me too." she said, her voice shaking slightly. "But we can never tell anyone about any of this. And..." she paused. "If... no-one ever knows..." her hand reached towards the tenting in my pyjamas. "Can I see you too? Since you've seen me?"

My heart was in my throat. Was this going too far? We were already well past what was acceptable. "Um." I said. "It's only fair." she insisted. She knelt between my legs and pulled the sides of my pyjamas down. I lifted my hips, accepting her request. Finally free, my cock stood to attention in front of me.

She pulled the bottoms off my feet and dropped them on the ground as she stared at my hardness. Her hand reached up and grasped it at the base, seemingly without her thinking about it. "You're so thick." she said. "One of the thickest I've seen in person." This made me feel pretty good, and her hand squeezing the base of my cock made me thrust unconsciously.

"If you had pushed this into me I would have had a surprise!" she smiled, still staring. "A huge surprise..."

I didn't know what was going to happen next. We should stop now, but stopping was the last thing I wanted. Her gripping hand pulled up my cock a short way, before pushing firmly down against my pubic bone. I let out an involuntary grunt.

"I'm not meant to be touching you." She said, looking me in the eye, but not letting go. "No. We should stop.", I said, not meaning it in the slightest. "I'm sorry. I can't help myself. He left this morning without helping me finish and with all this, I'm just so... pent up." She let go of me and stood up. I didn't know what to do. I was cursing my stupid mouth for making it end.

She stared at me half naked on the bed, I stared at her; both of us wishing for more.

"I could... help you?" I said weakly. She looked at me hopefully. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you've touched me. To be fair, should I touch you too? Help you to finish?" I said somewhat dubiously. Sounding like a desperate teenager.

She bit her lip thoughtfully for a moment. Coming to a decision she climbed onto the bed and laid down on the other side, facing me. She picked up the pillow that had been under her hips earlier, and put it beside hers. She looked at me, expectantly.

I laid down beside her, with our faces barely apart. She closed her eyes and kissed me. Those soft lips pressing into mine. I felt like I could kiss her forever, this beautiful forbidden woman I had wanted for so long.

I heard movement and her fingers touched my shaft. Stroking gently up and down my length. Her fingers paused at the head, rubbing the pre-cum over the tip with her fingertips. Leaving my cock, she reached out for my hand, and guided it between her legs. I could feel the shape of her warm folds beneath the fabric. She moved back to gently stroking me.

I moved my fingers up until I found the edge of the fabric. As I slid my fingers down the inside I felt her part her legs for me. I ran my fingers down through her hair until I felt the edge of her pubic bone. As I pushed forwards onto the hood of her clit she moaned softly into my mouth.

I moved my fingers in gentle circles down to her clit. I pushed a finger further, parting her lips, and then back around her clit again, spreading her wetness around her already sloppy sex.

The fingers stroking my cock had moved to gripping me more firmly. She had stopped kissing me and was pulling me closer, panting in my ear.

She shifted her body closer. Lifting her leg onto my hip. She guided my cock to her entrance and pushed her hips towards me, pressing me against the fabric. I used my fingers to open her entrance wide, so I could feel her warmth. Feel her gaping and open in front of me, with almost nothing between us.

I rubbed her clit in gentle circles. The head of my cock pressed firmly next to it, straining at the fabric. I rubbed faster and faster, then slowed down again as she let out a frustrated little sigh. The second time speeding up, she stopped stroking my cock, and instead held it firm against her. A whimper instead of a sigh when I slowed down. As I started the third time, knowing it would be the last, she kissed me and said "I want you inside me when I finish."

She turned around so she was facing away from me, pulled down her g-string, and pushed back until my cock was between her legs, poking out slightly from between her thighs. She began to thrust her hips, rubbing the head back and forth over her lips and clit, using her fingers to guide and press me against her.

After teasing me like this for a short while, I felt her fingers pressing me upwards. Her sloppy opening being parted by the tip of my cock. She gently pushed herself down. I could feel her stretching wider until the tight ring of her entrance slipped over the ridge of my cock with a small whimper.

She took my hand that was holding her hip, and brought it round to her clit again. I began slowly rubbing her in circles again. This time I wasn't in a rush to finish. She felt incredible, and I had no plans to leave.

As I rubbed, I gently thrusted, little by little, further into her. At last I felt the soft cheeks of her bottom pressed against me. With one final push I was as deep as I could go. She let out out a little gasp and said "I feel so full."

I was in my friend's house, in his bedroom, deep inside his wife in her wedding lingerie, while he drove to work completely oblivious. He was probably happily remembering cumming inside her a short while before.

I began thrusting more firmly. Using my free hand on her shoulder to push her down onto me. I knew this wasn't what she asked for, but I needed her so badly.

I rubbed faster as I felt my momentum building. I heard her begin to gasp.

She pressed her hand down on mine and whimpered "I'm going to -" and then her body began to shudder. The feeling of her squeezing around me sent me over the edge. I pushed as deep as I could with all my strength and began to cum inside her. My sperm filling her, replacing her husband's.

Her shuddering and whimpering subsided. We were both spent. I put my arms around her and pulled her close, still inside her.

She put her hands on mine and turned to kiss me over her shoulder. "Thank you for helping me." she smiled. I smiled back. "Any time."

We stayed like that for a while. Eventually I softened and slipped out of her, letting my cum dribble down to her garter straps, and then the bedsheets. I must have been dozing, because her phone ringing made me jump awake.

She answered it. "Hey babe. You got there OK?... Yeah, I managed to free myself, no thanks to you! Ha!... Oh him?" she turned and smiled at me. "He's still in bed. So am I." I noticed that she avoided mentioning it was the same bed. "Did you enjoy yourself this morning?.. I thought so. I'm still dripping now." A wink at me. "Well, mostly. I didn't finish until later... Yes, I'm still wearing it. No, I'm not sending you a picture you naughty man, you've had enough of me already. OK, bye, see you later."