Amy meets Helen

I led Amy into the hotel room. The first thing she saw was my wife, Helen, bound and spread across the bed, clamps attached to her nipples and pussy. Helen was writhing; the vibrator, still wedged between her legs, must have been driving her crazy.

"What...." Amy started to turn toward me. Even in her half-drunk state, she was confused.

"I told you my wife was 'all tied up'," I grabbed the girl and turned her toward Helen again. "Look at her; she needs your help."

"I don't understand..." Amy really was confused and maybe shocked, but she wasn't making a move for the door.

"Helen, this is Amy. Would you like Amy to help you out?" I moved Amy closer to the bed; Helen's eyes were filled with lust.

"Put it in me! Please.... I need it so badly!" Helen was begging.

Amy just stood there, her eyes fixed on my wife.

"Helen," I inched Amy right against the bed, "I don't think Amy understands. Do you want her to fuck you with the dildo?"

"GOD YES!" Helen arched her back up off the bed, opening her slick pussy wider. The vibrator dropped down onto the sheet.

"Go ahead," I whispered into Amy's ear, "she needs your help. Give Helen what she needs and I'll make you feel even better." My hands reached up and gently squeezed Amy's ample breasts; her nipples quickly hardened under my fingers; her breathe was rapid and shallow; her cheeks were flushed.