Helen & Me 2: Both Sides
So now you know exactly what kind of situation me and Helen live in. Now to prove what my wife does and how she treats me, she wants to tell her side of the story alongside mine. Iâll start.
Me
Its time to tell you what has happened over the last year as a wife watching wimp. As I said we gave up using contact mags after a while, because it became my role to go out drinking with her in local pubs and find well hung studs for her to fuck. About a week after our last contact mag liaison with a guy from Bedfordshire called Alex with a 10 inch prick, Helen had complained that he was a bit too good looking, although perfectly endowed.
The local pub had its fair share of working class mingers with hopefully very large tools. So that Thursday night I ventured into the Olde Cocke again and I was sent into the toilets to find a suitable suitor for my wife. Most guys I saw, naturally had bigger pricks than my modest fellow (4.75â erect if you remember), but it was Graham that caught my eye. His thick hose gushed piss into the toilet as I watched him and it wasnât very long before he asked what the hell I was doing staring at his prick.
Helen
Finally, my small pricked husband managed to come out of the toilets. With a big bloke behind him, looking a little excited it has to be said. He was pretty grim looking but I could tell he was going to fuck me properly, and enjoy it. He walked over to me and took my arm and pulled me up out of my seat. My big breasts wobbled as he pulled me up and he couldnât help himself but stare at them.
I turned round with my tight skirt stretching over my huge ass. I was getting wet at the thought of him ploughing into me and my pathetic husband in the corner watching me, loving it.
Graham had my arm tightly in his big grip.
I could feel his calloused hands under my blouse. God, I couldnât wait to get out of the pub. Graham didnât talk to me; he just pushed me out of the doors, with my pathetic husband scampering after us.
We got into the car park and Graham grabbed my big tits and squeezed them in his hands. He pulled my nipples so hard it was gorgeously painful. I showed him to our car and we got in. Husband in the front driving, me and Graham in the back.
He pushed me roughly down onto the seat and started unbuttoning my blouse with one hand. His other hand was grappling with my large thighs, pushing my already tight skirt to its limits as he pushed up to see my gaping hole.
I was so wet already that my thong was wedged up my slash. He pulled it out, and then put his wet fingers into my mouth, saying âyou smell of sex already, you dirty bitchâ.
Hubby: I was driving far too fast in the car, dying to get home so I could, hopefully, get into a position in the living room or bedroom to watch these two go at it. My slut wife and the stranger we had just met.
Helen was relying on me to have picked her a big dick and the biggest pleasure I had was that I knew what was waiting for her in his trousers. I reckoned he was going to be even bigger than Colin and his near 11 inches. On that occasion though Iâd been forced out of the room for long painful periods just getting off on the sounds my wife was making. However, I wasnât even going to get home before I got a sight of my wife sucking that prize prick.
About 2 miles from home Graham ordered me to take a diversion into a disused industrial estate. It was a well-known spot for doggers on Tuesdays and Fridays, but was desolate on a Thursday. The weather was perfect for shagging couples, couples on heat that didnât care about the odd nip in the air.
For a voyeur it was a bit chilly, but Iâm sure that would only add to Helen & Grahamâs pleasure, seeing me shake as I watched them fuck, suck or whatever they planned to do. As it was it was a suck. Graham wanted me to watch my wife suck him off outdoors before we went home.
We walked into a small secluded spot, filled with old bricks, metal, bushes and litter â the kind of place where adolescents hide their porn to wank over later when they sneak out of their homes. I was ordered to strip completely and leave my clothes in the car before following them. Helen told me to kneel and then she herself dropped into the same position and dropped Grahamâs cock. He had a semi and was already about 9 inches long. His beer belly jutted and there were some old tattoos just below his thigh. Green ink kind of crap.
As it was, he looked like Colin, Helenâs previous lover, much bigger than me, but even more noticeable was the girth of his penis. It was like a coke can in width! Helen gasped with pleasure and then delivered one of her beautiful obscenities before taking him in her mouth.
Helen: I cried âFucking hell! Graham, your filthy cock is as wide as my pathetic hubby is long. If not wider. My useless husbands cock is smaller than a premature babies dick.â
I gasped as I looked at the sight of his huge tool coming toward me. It wasnât even fully erect yet and already it beat Colinâs massive prick. It loomed towards my face, as I opened my generous mouth as wide as it could go. My tongue was fighting to find a way to lick his beautiful, huge, wide cock. It went down to my throat, causing me to gag on its hugeness.
I got wetter and wetter and could feel my gaping fanny begging to be filled. Graham pushed his fingers roughly into me, saying âyou dirty bitch, that hole is wider than my arm. I will fill it later.â God, I couldnât wait. My tongue licked his bell end, as I pulled away from his cock. I suckled his end, enjoying the taste of his precum in my mouth. I looked up at him but he just pushed my head down and told me to get on with it.
I licked his length up and down and marvelled at the size of it. I was moaning from the pleasure of it. I could hear my pathetic husband whimpering next to me as he saw me lick this great pole.
Hubby: I remaining kneeling obediently, my cock hard and erect but not touching myself as I had not been given permission by my wife or her lover. These were the rules I had to abide by. I cast my mind back to university and the days when I thought Helen was an innocent geek like myself and looked at her now, slavishly, worshipping this bruteâs fat tool. She was knee deep in dirt and crisp bags as she licked his cock.
She also made sure she twisted her neck round to occasionally lick his hairy arsehole and sweating flange. Helen loved showing her man and me what a slut she was. Eventually, however, she dropped into a metronomic procedure. Both hands were wrapped around its massive girth towards the base whilst she sucked the head, occasional coming up for air to lick the helmet delicately, or slobber over the (considerable) remaining length that her hands were unable to cover.
Like Colin, Graham had the stamina to wait what I can only guess was a good 20-30 minutes before finally pumping his sperm. As he began to come he shouted, âOff, now, slag!â My wife pulled her head away and he grabbed her long, brown hair. She pumped his cock with both hands before he groaned and spurted what seemed like pints of thick, stringy, manly cum all over her beautiful, waiting face. When he finally finished my wife licked his bell end all over before pushing strands of cum into her mouth to eat. She did this for a minute before stopping and looking at me.
She then used her palms to gather up the remaining man fluid on her face. She held it in cupped hands before telling me to get up and walk back to the car and get the torch from the boot. I sped back and forth, returning with the thin, pencil torch that I wondered how she was going to use. On returning Helen showed me her hands which were now free of sperm, bar a patchy, shiny glaze. She grabbed the torch and directed it onto a dirty, old copy of Bella magazine that was on the floor, dripping with Grahams well-travelled jism.
I knew what I had to do. I instantly lowered my head and completed my chore. I sucked the last remnants from the parchment. There was no point doing half a job.
Why? 1) Iâd only be sent back down to finish off any shoddy efforts. 2) It may affect my chances of watching them shag later if I in any way offended my voluptuous mistress and well hung master. 3) I wanted to! I loved slurping up those studâs juices whilst they watched.
As the weather bit I was ordered back to the car. Not allowed to dress they made me drive them home naked with the car fan on full blast at the cold setting! It was a long 2 miles backâŠ
Helen: I sat in the back seat of the car, with my legs spread open as Graham roughly fingered me. He was using his whole hand and his hands were big! God, it felt great. I looked in the mirror and could see that pathetic small dick driving naked and looking back at me. I shouted for him to watch the road and leave me to enjoy the pleasures of Graham.
I ended up with my back against the driverâs seat, my arms wrapped around the headrest whilst Graham continued to finger me. Soon, we arrived home. I was tingling as I brought Graham into the living room. I shouted for the muppet to follow. He walked in looking as sheepish as he always does when he is naked and his tiny cock is on display. Graham pushed me on to the floor. With one hand he held my arms above my head and with the other pushed my legs right open (not that they needed much persuasion!).
He knelt over my face and pushed his big knob back in to my willing mouth. I licked and tried to get it as far down my throat as possible. I was living heaven.
Hubby: At this moment I was nervously stood watching them pash away. Usually I got an order from Helen by now, such as âkneel, watch and learn, maggot knob!â or if I was unlucky or naughty, âGet into the spare bedroom and listen to us fucking through the walls!â Was this good or bad?