Leave the lights on

Helen changed for bed in the bathroom as usual. As she removed the dress, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her soft, feminine shape in the most daring thing she had ever worn. She admired her body and compared it to her two friends. They were both so different from each other and Helen was different again. She couldn’t deny that she thought they were both desirable and now she took the time to look at herself wearing the black lingerie, a small part of her began to believe that maybe she was desirable too. Her tummy was flat, her breasts were proud and generous on her delicate frame. Her hips were wide and feminine and her exposed bottom, plump compared to her slender legs. Her skin was flawless. In her brief moments of self-pride, she would allow herself to accept that. She didn’t know if she was beautiful like Sofia or cute like Maisy. Her self reflection couldn’t go that far but she had been told by several people tonight that she was so maybe it was true.

She wanted to have sex. She had been doing a naughty thing by dressing like this and wearing such sexual underwear but the tingling between her legs had been tickling her all night and while she had hoped to ignore it, the sight of herself in the black lingerie and the acceptance that she was desirable had made her want to be desired.

The fact that she had had another of Maisys drinks probably helped but she turned to face the door and opened it.

Mike looked up as Helen came in and his jaw hit the floor. He was dumbfounded and instantly hard. His wife, who had for years baulked at him seeing her in her boring underwear was stood in front of him wearing the lingerie he had only vaguely hoped to see on her in person. He had been excited by the whole night but his cock went hard instantly. He stood up and his cock made a tent in the front of his pyjamas.

Helen looked down and saw it. She blushed and looked away but couldn’t help but smile. “So, you think I look good then?” she asked both confident in the answer but intimidated by seeing his arousal so openly.

“You know I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world,” he answered moving forward slowly, almost nervous to break the spell.

“You have to say those things, you are my husband.”

“That’s not true. Not all men feel that way about their wives. It would still be true if I wasn’t your husband. When I was at university there were many beautiful women there but none of them could hold a candle to you. You know I was questioning my faith back then. I could have left but I wanted to come back for you.”

His sweet words affected her and Helen dashed into his arms, her eyes prickled with tears. “So I am desirable?” she said into his neck.

“The most desirable woman I have ever met.”

“But what about Sofia or that Susan. How can I be desirable when there are women like that?”

“They are very alluring and beautiful but so are you and I would choose you over them any day.”

Helen looked at Mike with a curious expression. It was a mix of embarrassment and desire. “Can we make love now?”

Mike smiled “I love it when you ask. I like to know you want it too. Can you ask me again?”

Helen pouted and tried to look cross but she was too aroused to deny him and her expression broke and she asked “Please make love to me.”

“Can we leave the light on?”

The wave of panic that would normally accompany that question never came. She couldn’t bring herself to say yes but she gave a single nod. Mike moved to kiss her but she stopped him and said “Leave the underwear on. I’m too shy to be naked.”

Mike gave a nod of his own with a smile. He was too excited to have got this far to fight past that last prudish barrier just yet. They began to kiss. French kissing had never been a feature of their marriage but Helen kisses gave away her lust anyway. They moved to the bed as Mike hands explored Helen body and squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra. It had taken him months to get her to accept any kind of foreplay in the bedroom and while she didn’t reciprocate more than gripping his back or stroking his face she had come to accept being touched as part of their sex life and now enjoyed the hungry way he touched her body.

She assumed the position she always did during sex as she held her arms out to welcome him to her but he paused and looked at her. She instinctively covered herself but he gently moved her arms out of the way “I’ve waited for so long to see you like this. I want to enjoy it for a moment.” She put her arms by her side and turned her face away so she couldn’t see his eyes. Despite her shame, she couldn’t help but smile at being desired so.

She felt Mike move and saw him remove his pyjamas. He had a nice, slim figure and she was happy to have him as her lover. He removed the bottom half and his penis sprang free and she turned her eyes away in shock. She had never really seen it. She suddenly realised that Mike wasn’t moving and she turned to see what the matter was. He was looking at her and holding his penis out in front of him. “I think you should look at it,” she said as she turned away again. “It’s just a part of my body. It has been inside you many times.”

“Mike” said Helen, shocked at his words.

“Just look at it. I don’t want to feel like I’m being bad for being naked in front of my own wife.”

She could sense a weight in his words. There was a burden on him that he was trying to voice. She knew it was important to him so reluctantly she looked. It wasn’t as frightful as she imagined. When it was inside her it felt like a hot, sinful rod that made her feel things. Now it was a stiff, pink bit of body. Some darker flesh poked out from the top of the skin which came out as he pulled back the skin. This made her jump but soon its shape just became interesting. It wasn’t nearly as big as it felt inside her.

Mike could see her relax as she looked at it. She had lost some of whatever had stopped her from looking before. “Do you think, one day, you might touch it?” he asked hopefully.

She didn’t want to but she neither wanted to hurt his feelings or break the mood so she said “Maybe, one day.”

Mike was satisfied with that for now. He was about to move forward and begin but a noise stopped them both in their tracks. They froze in place and listened. Maisy was crying out.

Helen sat up and patted Mike on the chest. “You should go and see if she’s alright. She sounds like she’s in pain.

“Shh,” said Mike “listen.”

“Aah, god, right there. Oh my god. Ugh, you’re so fucking big. Fuuuck meee.”

Mike looked at Helen who was wide-eyed. “Are they?” she asked.

A big smile crept across Mike’s face. “I’d say so from the sounds of it.”

“In our spare bed?”

“You know Maisy better than me. Are you surprised?”

Helen fell back down onto her back, her cleavage jiggling with the movement “No, I guess not.” She paused and listened for a while. “Wow, she seems to be really enjoying it.” Without consciously doing it, she bit her lip while thinking about what her friend was doing. It was kind of thrilling to think that another couple were having sex so close to them.

“Do you like hearing them?” Mike asked.

She was snapped out of her reverie. “What? No, I’m just shocked,” she said, unconvincingly.

Mike leaned down over her “Are you sure? You kind of look a little excited by it.”

“Mike, don’t say things like that.”

Mike reached down to feel his wife’s crotch and sure enough, it was extremely wet. “Feels to me like you aren’t being honest. It’s not good to lie.”

“Mike,” she protested but his touch was affecting her ability to be defensive.

He slid his finger inside her and enjoyed the experience of clearly seeing her reaction to it. She gripped his wrist to try and stop him but there was no real effort in it as he began to touch her in the ways she liked. “Be honest with me Helen. Does the sound of your friend having sex excite you?”

“I, don’t want to say,” she moaned. Her eyes were closed and she looked anguished. He had barely touched her and she was close to orgasm. Why did her body have to betray her like this? She hated the fact he was going to bring her to orgasm with his fingers. It was dirty but she needed the release so badly. Mike stopped moving his fingers. Her eyes opened suddenly and she looked desperately at him. “Why did you stop?” she asked.

“You aren’t being honest with me. Maybe we should go to bed” he said and withdrew his fingers.

Helen was ****. She had been so close. “Honey, no. you said we could make love. Please. I want to.” She couldn’t believe she was begging but she couldn’t be left like this.

“I want to as well my love but not if you are going to lie to me.” This was tough. He was horny as hell but for once she seemed to be ****. If it meant he didn’t get off then so be it.

She reached up and grabbed him and tried to kiss him. He didn’t push her away but didn’t respond to her affections. The sounds from the spare bedroom were still going and they both became aware of it. “Does that noise turn you on?” He held her gaze with steely eyes. Helen was filled with torment but she closed her eyes and nodded. “I need to hear you say it,” he pressed.

Almost sobbing with the humiliation and need in her she said “I’m getting excited hearing Maisy having sex.” Suddenly her genitals were being touched again but with more **** and with strong insistent motions. “Oh Mike” she yelped as her orgasm took a hold of her. The sensation made her dizzy and before it had passed she felt Mike insert himself inside her. She looked up at him. She had never seen his face so clearly during sex. Her husband looked transformed, bestial, it was, exciting.

To her surprise, she could already feel another orgasm approaching. Why did she have to be given such a sinful body? It was no wonder she strayed from god. She could never quite escape these thoughts, especially at times like this.

Helen was so beautiful. Her porcelain beauty was flushed red with a sheen of sweat. The pleasure on her face made her all the more beautiful to Mike. Their lovemaking was joined by the sound of Maisy calling to the heaves with a stream of expletives. Could he ever make Helen sound like that? He longed to hear her make those sorts of sounds, even if it wasn’t him that made it happen.

That thought finished him off and he just pulled out in time. Helen had agreed to have an IUD fitted to avoid childbirth. They both had hangups about being parents after their abusive upbringing. The problem was that Helen didn’t like the idea of cum so asked that he ejaculate into a tissue. In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten to get one and he shot his load over her stomach.

Just before she could reach climax he pulled out and suddenly he was shooting white stuff from the end of his penis onto her. Her frustration disappearing in the shock of having ejaculate on her. Maybe it was because she was so aroused or maybe it was just the novelty of the situation but she wasn’t mad. She looked at Mike who looked like he had done something awful. She couldn’t help but laugh in her light fluttering way. “It’s okay. I don’t mind,” she reassured him.

“I’ll get a tissue,” he said and jumped off her, his still mostly stiff will bouncing about. It looked kind of funny. Why had she been so afraid of it?

“Yes please,” she said as out of curiosity she touched the quickly cooling liquid that was pooling in her belly button.

Mike turned to wipe her clean and saw her p[oking at his cum. He froze in awe at the sight of his darling wife doing something so innocent and lewd at the same time. “Eww, it feels weird. Kind of sticky.” The comment snapped him out of his daze and he dashed to clean her up. Even that act felt incredibly erotic but his cock was spent and going down. **** and fatigue putting pay to his fun for the evening.