Next morning, she plays you

I woke up the next morning, dreaming of Helen being fucked by two men. It was disturbing, but I had to admit it was incredibly sexy. My morning wood, which is always hard, was ROCK HARD. I rolled over thinking I would relive my horniness, with a swift fuck.

And Helen wan't there.

I looked at the clock. 8.30. Later than normal but not late, late. Would normally expect Helen to be in bed at this time.

I got out of bed, reached for my dressing gown, which was a black silk one. A bit feminine but Helen had got us matching dressing gowns when we stayed at some hotel as a but of fun. She said it turned her on when we both wore the same thing.

I padded downstairs calling her name. Nothing.

I entered the kitchen half expecting her to be sat there with a cup of tea. Instead empty.

On the worktop was a note. Written in red pen with a heart around it, the note said

Am out with Rachel shopping.

Or maybe a hunky guy who also likes my video.

Might bring you back something nice...

"For fucks sake" I muttered as I reached for the milk and coffee. Have to admit there's a kinky side to Helen that I hadn't seen before and although I don't like the topic, there could be some fun with this.