I turned around and standing there next to the couch was Ellen. Was she in the house? How did she get in here without me hearing her?
In the midst of the moment, she must have come into the living room and watched. I was shocked to see her there. I stood for a minute staring dumbfounded at her before realizing I was stark naked and she had just watched me have sex with Helen. I grabbed my pants off the floor and held them over me as if it was going to change what she had seen.
Only then did it dawn on me that she was wearing nothing but a towel which was wrapped around from her chest down to below her waist. As I stared in astonishment, somewhere in my mind it registered that her tits were trying to burst through that towel. The thought quickly disappeared amidst the shock of being watched.
I turned to look at Helen and she hadn't moved other than sitting up on her elbow. She remained naked and on her face was a smile from ear to ear.
"Sorry about startling you," Ellen said apologetically. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you"
"Ellen, I didn't have a chance to tell him," Helen said.
"Tell me what?" I responded a little agitated.
"Well," Helen said. "Ellen was aware of what we were doing and she asked if she could come and .....watch."
The whole thing just got weirder.
"Watch? You wanted to ....you wanted to watch?" I asked turning to Ellen in surprise.
"Uhmmm...yes? It was kind of...it was...you know....that was hot," Ellen answered as she sat down on the floor next to Helen.
What happened next just completely threw me for a loop. I know, the whole situation was borderline crazy and absurd but it got a whole lot more so.
"Ellen really likes to watch," Helen said as she sat up. Her hand rose up to Ellen's towel and undid the towel causing it to fall to the floor. My eyes instantly went to Ellen's massive rack.
They hung there stretching towards the floor as she sat there with her knees tucked underneath her. They didn't look like the breasts of a woman who is sixty-nine years old. There were no stretch marks and they didn't droop. There were no veins and no wrinkles. They hung down because they were heavy but they didn't look saggy and used.
I just stood there, pants over my cock, trying to register the moment. Both Helen and Ellen were sitting there stark naked on the floor looking up at me. Suddenly, Helen sat up on her knees, with this shit-eating grin on her face and winked at me. Her hands started to massage Ellen's shoulders.
"So? What do you think," Helen asked as she worked her hands into Ellen's shoulders.