The Massage Parlour, Part two.
It was gone 11pm when she eventually came home and I was a wreck, I had been jumping up to look out of the window at every shadow as it crossed the room from car headlights hoping it would be her.
For the last few hours Helen, or should I say Mandy, had been plying her new-found skills at her best friends shop. I know I only had myself to blame, but knowing that only made it feel worse. I had gone through every gamut of emotions known to man tonight and was in bits as she came in.
"Please, please don't go back there. You have proved a point." I whined.
"Jimmy, are you serious I fucking loved it!" she grinned. "Plus, look!"
Helen emptied her purse onto the sofa and dozens of ten and twenty pound notes fluttered to the cushions.
"One night babe, this was just one night!" she squealed excitedly.
My heart sank, my words had gone completely unheard. She was in a total state of euphoria as she fingered the texture of the cash in her hands. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen her this excited or even if I had ever seen her this excited, my feelings were as polar opposite to hers at this moment as any feelings could be.
I grabbed my half empty bottle of brandy from the side and quietly walked past her and into the kitchen. I didn't even bother with a glass, so when she came in behind me I was necking straight from the bottle.
"That bad?" she whispered, as I felt her palm at the back of my neck.
I took a deep breath and sighed, "Please, don't go back."
Her arms came around my waist and she hugged me in tight, I felt like crying and my chest tightened up along with the lump that was forming in my throat, I did my very best to hold in the emotions that flooded through me but I could feel the dam was about to burst. Her lips touched the nape of my neck and I shuddered at the warmth of her breath. A deep inhale of breath caught in my throat and she thought I had broken into sobs, she spun me taking the booze from my hands placing it on the side and held my face tenderly in both of hers.
"Listen," she whispered, "this is on you, you know that. I must admit though, that I had no idea that it would affect me in the way it has."
She reached up onto her tiptoes and tenderly kissed my lips, "I love you Jimmy but now I have had a taste, I need to do this."
Then looking me directly in the eyes she reached between us and traced a finger across my privates before squeezing gently. I backed up to the kitchen wall and she followed not letting go, her other hand joined the first and she deftly unzipped me. I should've said no and walked away but I am weak and my cock betrayed me, it took all of thirty seconds to become erect in her soft hands.
She slid her fingers gently up and down my engorged shaft while all the time keeping her eyes locked to mine. I became so embarrassed at my lack of will power that I had to turn my head to the side. Helen grabbed my chin forcing me to face her again.
"What's wrong? You know you like this. You know you want my hands on your hard cock, the same hands that were on three hard cocks not two hours ago."
I groaned and turned my face to the wall again, there was no need for her to add her indiscretions tonight, the only reason for it must've been to torment or hurt me. Her deft fingers worked their way inside freeing me of my sweats and flicked over the head of my cock, my legs started to tremble and it was my turn to raise up onto my tiptoes.
"You do don't you? I can feel your cock pulsing, tell me, admit it." she whispered in a sultry voice, her face no more than an inch from mine.
"You love the idea of me touching those cocks," she hissed.
Her palm slid over the end of my cockhead and I exploded, the first jet splashed sideways but quickly she grabbed the shaft and jacked me off incredibly fast milking the rest of my spunk onto the tiled floor below us.
"You perve." She chuckled, then turned to grab a paper towel to wipe her hands off.
I came down onto my heels and planted my feet, my semen was puddled all over the floor. Helen got down on her hands and knees and used the towel to wipe the mess, "Men!" she muttered under her breath.
My cock was obscenely dripping the remnants of my orgasm onto the floor while I had my wife at my feet. Shame had vastly taken over the embarrassment factor now and I had to get away. I flew up the stairs and made for the bathroom locking the door behind me.
The house was quiet as I sat on the bathmat thinking of how she had spoken, how much it had excited me. I sat with my back was wedged to the door and was expecting a knock that didn't come.
After ten or so minutes I tentatively slid the lock as quietly as I could, peering out into the quiet dark landing I half expected to see my wife, but she wasn't there.
All of the lights were off downstairs and the only trace of light was through a crack in our bedroom door. Taking a deep breath I slowly turned the handle and slowly pushed opened the door. Helen was laying on our bed dressed on only a small silk teddy, her legs were splayed and she had a hand cupped over her mound.
I stood rooted to the spot unable to move as she slowly slid her fingers over her sex. I had a speech ready to unload on her as she came through the front door, but it had evaporated into the ether along with my willpower, I was completely tongue-tied.
Again, her eyes were locked on mine as I stood there not knowing what to do, how to proceed.
She spread her thighs wider and planting her feet on the duvet, crooked her finger at me. What little resolve I had, had left my body and I found myself gravitating toward her and the bed.
The smell was overpowering, her arousal was so strong. Her pussy lips were covered in a wet sheen as she slipped her middle finger inside the folds.
"I need your mouth Jimmy." She sighed, "Eat me."
Her head pushed backwards into the pillow as she spoke with her eyes closed, her free hand gripped the bedsheet as she groaned into what I assumed was a small climax. When she opened her eyes they had that dreamy look that she often has after sex, it was then that the thought hit me.
"You didn't." I breathed, pointing at her soaking pussy.
"Didn't?" she replied, breathlessly.
"Tonight, you didn't..."
"Are you asking if I fucked someone tonight Jimmy, is that what you are fucking asking me?" her words had turned progressively harsh and more angry.
"N-no-no," I lied, trying to deny even suggesting it.
"No!" she barked, "I told you, there will be no penetration. Now get down there and eat me!"
I have no idea what came over me, her dominance must've hit my psyche nerve or something but I sank to my knees and obeyed her command instantly. Her pussy glistened and the pungent aroma was so strong, she had never been this wet in all the time we had been together and her juice was literally dripping from her lips.
I traced the length, each crevasse and cranny with my forefinger gently, gathering it along her slit until my finger was coated in her cum. I brought it to my nose and inhaled, she looked at me with slanted eyes as if she was about to erupt in anger then grabbed my head and pulled me forcefully into her sopping cunt.
Thankfully the juice was just hers, only much stronger and more pungent than it normally was. I know the smell of spunk and thank god she was spunk-free, the scary thing was that I had no idea how I would've reacted if she had a pussy full of it. I crawled more onto the bed between her thighs and spread them wider, her lips opened to reveal her hot inviting pinkness. She still had a hand behind my head and was trying her best to pull me in.
"Eat me Jimmy, I need you, eat me."
