Helen Hopkins saw the man leave her room and heard her front door closed. She was so physically and mentally drained that all she could do for the next few minutes was to lay on the carpet floor. She laid exhausted on the same spot where she just had non-consensual sex with the new neighbor half her age.
"Fuck", she breathed the word out as tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes. Guilt started to engulf her as she tried hard to regain her composure. "That was not my fault, he made me do it", she convinced herself as she recalled how the new guy from next door forced himself upon her. She gently touched her vagina with the tip of her fingers and felt the stinging soreness. She sighed heavily. Tracing the wetness, she was stunned to find so much semen flowing out of her invaded vagina.
"Bastard!" she cried.
Eagerly not to dirty the carpet, she scooped the seeping thick cum from her sore vagina and spread them onto her tummy and thighs. There was so much semen that she had to use both hands to rub her pussy in continuous motion to spread the juices evenly. She hissed as she dug her fingers into her pussy until it felt empty of Greg's cum.
But the more Helen touched herself, the more she felt her pussy itch, and the more her own wetness formed. Finally, she got up on her wobbly legs and dragged herself to the bathroom. The last time her body was vertically upright, she was riding the cock of a man who was not her husband. She entered the shower and let the water wash her guilt away. Her hair was a mix of water and sweat. Her body was dirtied with sticky semen. Though the man had already left minutes ago, her heart was still beating hard and fast. She still could not believe that she had just allowed another man to take what only her husband had taken before, and though it was forced upon her, was it somewhat consensual as well? The sexual encounter felt degrading but also somewhat exciting. She felt drained but somewhat rejuvenated by the younger man. Helen was starting to feel confused.
She quickly washed up to make dinner. She was running out of time as her husband Tom was coming home from work soon. She decided to make something simple - some rice, some stir-fried vegetables and eggs with the soup that she had prepared since morning. "Not much, but enough", she thought. After all, Tom doesn't eat much at home nowadays anyway.
She finally had some time to reflect on what had happened earlier as she sat on the couch while waiting for the arrival of her husband. The unwanted yet steamy sex she just had was the best she had experienced for a long time. Greg had so much aggression and conviction, and was so confident and forceful, she thought. She recalled those early days when her husband Tom would wake her up on a Saturday morning and did detailed work on her pussy for the whole morning and have slow sex again by the end of the weekend. She used to resent that dominant sexual behavior of her husband. That was about 30 years ago. Now, on an average Saturday morning, she only wakes up to make breakfast and stuff like that, and she missed those good old days. Today, she felt awakened again.
It was after the birth of her son Robbie that the lovemaking suddenly stopped, she thought. It was a difficult second birth and Helen could not give birth naturally. In the end, she had to nurse her wounds for about seven months for full recovery due to complications of the surgery and they could not have proper sex that he craved so much for.
To make matters worse, Helen never could (and never would) give a blowjob. Their very first intimate moment was an attempted blowjob that failed badly and left Tom in pain. "You don't bite, lick and suck! No, OUCH! STOP biting! STOP!" She could still remember that first failure that seem to stick with her forever. Attempting a blowjob always made Helen nervous, and then she would bite, and he would blurt out discouraging words, and she would get more nervous, and it would then spiral into total failure.
However, what she could not do with her mouth she compensated with her breasts. Helen was blessed with boobs at a young age. Immediately after that very first failure at giving a blowjob, Tom fished out those boobs from under her bra and dress and fell in love with them instantly. She then mastered her skills of servicing her husband's penis with her soft, big bosom during her recovery stage after her troubled pregnancy.
But the pain was worth it, she thought. Robbie turned out to be a fine, handsome young man. At 20, she knew he was already turning heads of the girls in college and some of those desperate housewives from the neighborhood. Their elder daughter, Megan, wasn't bad either. Helen once had three boys coming to her for permission to date their daughter, but she rejected all of them. She was too young, she thought. But they have all grown up now. Megan had moved out after getting married. Gosh, she missed them...
"Honey..."
She had fallen asleep on the couch and was awakened by her husband's nudge. It was 8:06 pm on the clock.
"You alright? You eaten?" Tom asked.
"Well... Yes... No... I mean... I've had enough... So... Not eating..." she said as she tried not to have any eye contact with her husband. She finally looked up only to find that he has already walked away to the kitchen before she had even finished talking to him.
"You're late today," she called out.
"It's Wednesday, Helen. Meetings, remember?" Tom answered back with authority.
"Right, umm... forgotten. Ya, I'm... gonna take a shower. Just... leave the dishes in the sink... ok?" Helen said.
No answer.
"Right..." Helen sighed.
Helen stepped into the bathroom and realized that her towel and hair were still wet and that she had just taken a shower merely an hour ago. Nonetheless, she got off her clothes and stood naked in front of the shower without turning it on. She turned her head sideways and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Gosh Helen, what have you done," She whispered to herself. Those red hickey marks on her breasts were staring right at her.
"BASTARD!" Helen gasped.
Angered and flustered, Helen thought of ways to cover up the marks. She must have been in the bathroom for 30 minutes or so before she heard movements outside. Her husband had finished the dinner, she guessed, and was now in the bedroom. She tried a few pieces of laundry in the bathroom and found that only the same T-shirt that she wore in the afternoon covered the breasts well enough. Sheepishly, she walked out.
Thomas Hopkins was on the bed too engrossed with his documents to take any notice of his wife. The company that he worked for was sending him overseas to oversee a 1-week training program that would help the company gain a foothold in Asia. He began telling his wife that he will get on the flight two days later.
"What!" Helen exclaimed. "But... you never told me about it."
"I know!" Tom said, showing irritation. "It was a last-minute decision, Helen! Josh was supposed to go but his daughter and wife have been down with a cold the past few days and their doctor isn't allowing him to travel. They wouldn't send an old fart like me to Asia for no reason. They wouldn't be able to afford my wages. Only Josh and I can do this. Come on, this might work for me. I might be able to find something there for myself and start my own business, you know."
Yeah, Helen thought.
For the past 15 years, Tom has always been looking for opportunities to revive his business, but none has worked out for him. Her husband was too old-fashioned to do business again, Helen thought. In an era where you need money, technology, and a good network to succeed, Tom was too stubborn to embrace the advantages that technology can bring to his business, preferring his instinct and knowledge instead. Tom has a good network, though, but none would give him the financial support that he craved. Nonetheless, Helen never expressed these hard truths and has always encouraged her husband.
"Ok then, I'll pack for you tomorrow. I know you will succeed again one day," Helen said, crawling into bed towards her husband, fondling his face, and kissing him on the cheek before laying on his chest.
"Come on, Helen. I've got some papers to go through. Why don't you just go sleep first? I'll turn the lights off later." Tom said, nudging his wife away.
Pouting, Helen turned away disappointed, yet breathing a sigh of relief. One week, Helen thought, would be sufficient for the hickey marks to disappear. Helen closed her eyes. It has been a long, long day.
"I'm coming back late tomorrow. We have a meeting before we fly off," Tom suddenly said.
"Uh-huh..." Helen let out. Uhh ooh, she sighed, getting nervous as she predicted what was coming.
"Been so stressed out these few days... I need a release, baby. Could you give me something..." Tom requested, for once, politely.
"Sh*t," Helen sighed under her breath. Her husband wants a tit fuck! What was going to happen next would let the very naughty cat out of the bag. Think of something, Helen Hopkins, think!
Then, the table lamp was switched off.
"Ummm," Tom let out a sigh as he turned his wife towards him. He already had his limp dick out and was laying there waiting for it to happen. The wife always got the cue. It was time to service her husband with her wonderful, natural, big soft breasts.
Helen searched the room. It was pitch black and the curtains were closed, shielding the room from any moonlight. In one smooth, sneaky motion she pulled the T-shirt over her head, releasing her full breasts for the second time today. She searched through the darkness and crawled on the bed and positioned herself between his legs. Reaching out, she grabbed his dick and smacked her breasts once, twice, many times. She teased the cock head with her two erected nipples. Slowly, but surely, her husband achieved hardness, and wetness soon leaked.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her breasts around his erect cock as she proceeded to rock her body forward and backward. Her full breasts wrapped and buried his dick. She could feel her wetness beginning to flow out of her sore pussy. Is it her juice, or is it those of that young man, she wondered. It was irrelevant, she thought. Merely three hours after being vigorously fucked, her newly rediscovered sexual urge was building again. She unconsciously spread her legs and could feel air tingle the opening of her wet vagina. Her vagina was starting to twitch, oozing out even more juices. At this moment, in this position, she wanted to ride her husband's dick. Or, maybe, any dick. She rocked her pussy against the silky blanket as she continued to rub the cock between her breasts.
"Tom..." She moaned affectionately and then hissed. "You like that baby?" She asked while working her breasts on her husband's cock. Her pussy was now begging for any kind of attention.
"Oh... Helen... You know you're still the best at this..." Tom replied.
Helen's body gave a sudden jerk backward at her husband's reply. She said nothing, only carried on with pleasuring her husband. She swallowed hard. The words from her husband kept repeating in her mind while she tried to process those words into any meaning. Her heart ached as the words constantly battered it. Those were probably the first clear indication of something, but she was not able to figure it out just yet. Her breathings turned irregular, and she had to use her mouth to get the extra oxygen she needed to keep her motion going. She huffed and puffed into her man's cock which was still buried securely between her big, soft tits. Purposefully, she rocked faster and faster now. The warm breath that she blew pushed his pleasure onto another level.
"Ohhh... honey... stick out your tongue for me..." Tom groaned.
