Introducing Helen to Other Cocks
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What began as raunchy bed talk, fantasies, a visit to a strip club and erotic scenarios led Helen, with Ray's support and urging, into a raunchy new sexual environment.
Helen stood before Ray, her husband. They were in the lounge room of their home, a large ranch style of wood, brick and stone. She was backlit by the only two lit table lamps. The light they threw out was soft and subdued. Helen slowly swayed her hips, less than subtle but seductive. She had Ray's total attention, heightened when she pushed her hips out, focussing his gaze on the small blue and yellow triangle that was between her legs.
On the floor just in front of her lay the short, pleated tartan skirt she'd been wearing when they were out earlier that evening. She had moved to the slow beat of the music, unzipped her little skirt, and let it fall down her legs. It lay on the carpet until she flicked it away, the spiky heel of her 4" stilettoes catching it, dispatching it.
The pink silk blouse she had unbuttoned, button by button, lay discarded, over near her skirt. It had been quickly joined by the blue and yellow half cup, lacy bra, the other half of the bra and thong set she'd bought the day before.
She swayed to the music, now just in her heels, the black fish net stay-up stockings and her new thong, which was already becoming damp from her arousal and the sensual seductive show she was putting on for Ray.
Helen turned around slowly a few times to show Ray her almost bare ass, accentuated by the stockings and heels. She paused a few times, almost side on to him. This was deliberate. Centered above her ass, where the horizontal band of her thong joined the vertical strap which bisected her ass cheeks, was a very small silk and lace triangle with three diamantes. At a certain point, which Helene had worked out, the light from the lamp to her left made the diamantes sparkle, highlighting her ass to Ray's eyes, letting him see how her heels made her ass tighter and firmer, and more appealing.
Ray had discovered how much he liked watching Helen slowly and teasingly slip out of her clothes after they'd come home from a night out. If they'd had a few drinks, and she was feeling a little horny, then she'd often put on a show for him. The neighbors knew her a somewhat conservative, in dress and approach. But in the lounge room, the curtains tightly drawn, her after-dinner shows were far from conservative. There was more than a hint of slut in them.
She'd been doing fit or about six months, but it had quickly become a ritual on special nights out, when she had had a little more to drink and was feeling sensual.
Helen was a very attractive woman. Her oval shaped face, bordered by the page boy cut of her auburn hair, was, from the first glance, soft and inviting. She had expressive hazel eyes and a sensual mouth, most often given prominence by red lip gloss. She was 41, with a 115-pound body kept in shape with exercise and the gym. She loved her ass to be tight and shapely, knowing wearing a little thong made her entice Ray more. It also made her feel sensual and aware of the reaction she caused in Ray. Her 35C tits were saggy, just a little, but a half cup push-up bra kept them looking perky. She was 5'6' in bare feet and her usual three-inch heels not only made her more statuesque but kept her ass tight as she walked. Four-inch heels were for going out, and her fun at home.
Ray was five years older, and they'd met two decades before when working for the same corporation. Helen had gone there for what she described as a decompression after the pressure of her MBA. He was in sales and product development and had progressed through the executive ranks. Helen had left after they made their relationship permanent. She kept in the commercial world through stints in various consultancies in corporate planning and freelance assignments. At college, she'd excelled, enrolling, and succeeding, in an exhaustive and demanding MBA program on corporate restructuring. Her skills were often in demand, and well remunerated.
Ray had not kept in shape as Helen had as his career development restricted the time he could spend in the gym. He walked and ran some but couldn't maintain his weight under 185-190. There were flecks of grey in his light brown hair. He dressed to reflect success in the corporate world as well as when he casually relaxed at weekends.
They'd never had children, not through lack of trying but success had eluded them. They accepted this and built their lives focussing on each other and their corporate endeavors.
Helen knew as she swayed her hips Ray liked watching her discard her outer clothes until she was just in heels, stay-up stockings, her skimpy thong. Helen would take her time, teasing a little and wiggling her thong-clad ass in front of him. Then she would rub her tits and slip a hand inside her thong. He would see her hand wriggling under the thong fabric and then she'd show him her obviously wet fingers. Then she'd part her lips, showing off the deep red lip gloss and then her tongue would show him how she licked, then sucked her fingers.
"Mmmm," she said, "that tastes nice," adding seductively: "You might get a taste a little later."
She also knew he loved seeing the result of her Brazilian waxes when the thong slowly, and finally, came down. In stockings and heels, and legs in the air, she would always end up on their bed with his cock as deep as possible inside her.
For all their time together, over 15 years, Ray was, as far as he knew (and he never had any reason to suspect otherwise), the only man who'd fucked her. Now he enjoyed watching her do her little late night strip tease. When she did, he knew it was a prelude to her sucking and riding his hard cock.
It had begun when Ray took her to a strip club after they'd been out to dinner and had a couple of drinks more than usual at a nearby bar.
They had walked past the club and the spruiker, seeing them, yelled he had a special rate for couples. He stood almost in front of them, pointing towards the club door. Inviting.
"Shall we, Helen?" he said, and she stopped, unsure. "It might be a little fun," he added.
They'd had a relaxed dinner, and more than the usual amount of wine and well as drinks in the bar, resulting in Helen feeling not so much light-headed but rather out of her usual comfort zone. So, she let herself be taken down the narrow, dark stairs to the basement club. It was hot with lights, filled with mostly men and smelt of liquor and sweat with a slight musty undertone of sex.
It was noisy and crowded. She was a little disconcerted but, looking around, she decided to stay. Anyhow, they had paid the admission and Ray quickly made sure she had a drink. The drink itself was weak and sure to be over-priced.
It was the detached attitude of the dancer, in the tiniest thong Helen had ever seen, that got her attention. The girl, maybe in her late 20's danced, almost oblivious to her audience, smiling with no conviction and not at anyone in particular. She was just going through her series of erotic motions to entice the men to slip notes under the strap of her thong. By the number of notes there, she, thought Helen, was doing well. And the only time the dancer looked at the men was when she felt notes being slipped under her thong strap. The men were simply suppliers of cash and got only a hint of a smile.
Watching the strippers, Helen did get a little aroused by their movements depicting sex and a bit more by the reactions they got from their audience. The men were focussed and entranced. When the girl slipped a hand inside her tiny thong she was greeted with yells of approval and demands to see more. The dance, and the dancer and her audience, fascinated Helen. And staying in her mind and imagination well after they got home. Fucking Ray that night was based on the overtones of sex from the club. She was so horny that she came quickly on his cock.
A week after they'd been out, and she was feeling horny, she emulated the stripper for Ray. They'd stopped by the strip club again before going home, which led to her strutting her body for Ray. For Helen to do what the strippers did, in the lounge room at home for Ray, was a decision spurred on by the club visit. It had been a romantic night, she was dressed to impress, and she was wearing some new sexy, skimpy underwear. It was her going out thong, she told herself. When they got home, Helen was feeling horny and decided to do a strip tease for him. She followed as much as she could the stripper's routines. The reaction she got convinced her how turned on he was, and she was fucked on the lounge room couch, bent over the end of the couch with Ray taking her from behind.
After that night, Ray took her back to the club a few times and she'd learnt a few more erotic and suggestive moves. "Perfecting my skills," she had quipped to Ray. She also, on seeing the smoothness of the strippers, had taken to having a full Brazilian wax once a month, or when needed. The first time Ray saw her smooth, hairless cunt, she knew she'd made the right choice.
The strip club visits showed Helen something she had known almost subconsciously; there was something missing in her life. Something more she needed. The strip club introduced her to overt sexual sensuality and how it was so easy to have men become besotted by her. Ray was totally besotted.
The initial short exotic strip teases Helen performed also taught her how, even with her then limited and inexperienced display of sexual sensuality, she could control him in the bedroom or in their impulsive sex on the couch. It gave her a sense of power over him. He never understood that. He was just right into it the new, sometimes slutty, Helen.
