After the momentous time that Helen had enjoyed herself fucking me and Michael, our day to day life had pretty much continued as it had for the whole of our married life but for one exception, our sexlife.
Our sexlife had changed immesurably. I can't say it had improved from my point of view, but it had undoubtedly changed.
Most days we seemed to be at each other like a couple of newly weds.
Helen continually horny and me struggling to satisfy her. But for all of my disappointment and failures I wanted her more and more each day.
ED is still an issue for me, but it doesn't seem to bother Helen one little bit. We just fuck each time until my cock inevitably lets me down again.
The only big real change in our intimacy was that Helen needed to get off with me eating or playing with her pussy before she'd let me fuck her.
Once she'd cum, all was well in Helen's world.
We had discovered that if I used a tight cock ring or if Helen gripped my cock tightly whilst wanking me before actual penetration, it would slightly delay my usual and eventual cock droop.
However, much to my disappointment and shame I was still failing to make her cum during intercourse, no matter how much I tried!
One evening after we'd sat and watched a standard fare wife sharing porn movie, our favourite porn movie in fact, I plucked up enough courage to ask Helen if she'd like me to fuck her anally, like her bull had a few weeks previously.
I was rather hoping she would be so horny after watching that hot mature woman fuck a couple of younger men, she would agree and jump right on me. What she actually said was, "Darling, do you really think you could stay hard enough? Lets be honest, my ass is much tighter than my pussy."
"Oh, come on Helen, you let a complete stranger do it," I pleaded. "I will even wear the cock ring!"
I hated that thing!
"I'm not sure honey, you know how down and depressed you get when your cock lets you down. I want you to have fun when we fuck, not to endure disappointment time after time."
So we retired to bed, had sex for the usual short amount of time and fell right to sleep.
I awoke a bit later and noticed Helen was not there beside me, which was really odd because she usually sleeps very deeply. I dragged myself out of bed and wandered out of our room and noticed she was not actually anywhere upstairs in the house! I walked downstairs expecting her to be seated in the living room. She does that sometimes if her back is aching. She wasn't there!
Curious?
I tried the kitchen, looked in the dining room and checked the conservatory too. She wasn't in any of them.
The only room I hadn't checked was our study. As I approached I heard subdued voices. Through the part open door I could see her sat using the laptop.
I stopped myself from walking into the study just in time. Something had told me to wait. I peered through the gap between the door and the doorframe and saw her talking to a familiar face. It was Shaun! One of those guys who'd taken a shine to Helen on our holiday. I didn't quite know what to do! My anxiety rose and my heart began to race. It was thumping so loud I wondered if Helen would hear it and discover me listening in.