Rachel's guiding hand...

Helen laid out the whole story...

Rachel and Helen had started to have a weekly get together one a bottle of wine. At first it was typical female stuff, but after a while Rachel had started to gently introduce the topic of marriages going stale and the whole seven year itch thing. Helen had assured her that we were good, but Rachel kept prodding, asking questions like "Do you cum every time", "Do you get excited in anticipation?" and moving on to "Does his cock stretch you?", "How big is it?". Obviously leading questions, and one night under the guise of ghaving had too much to drink, Rachel showed Helen two pictures of Bob's cock - one of it stranding proud at its (apparent 9 inches) fullest, and one of it stretching out Rachel's pussy.

Obviously this was done when Helen was a bit drunk and apparently it made her soak her panties at the sight. The next day, Rachel made a pretence of apologising for overstepping, saying it was due to the drink, but now it retrospect it looked very planned. Anyway, it worked, the seed had been planted.

Once she had an 'in' the conversations continued. Each one on it's own was ten, twenty minutes in an evening of broader conversation, but slowly Rachel built up the picture of Helen not getting everything she was entitled to, and also the risk of me running off with another woman because sex wasn't exciting enough. The seeds of doubt and desire were well planted.

This allowed Rachel to introduce swinging, and when Helen pushed back (as she knew she would, Helen is a jealous woman to put it mildly), it allowed her to introduce the idea of cuckolding.

Helen thought there was no way I would go for it. Which led to the fateful drunken challenge of us watching some cuckold porn and seeing what my cock did. And of course I had fallen into the trap as she knew I would. Ever since, they had been discussing it, with Rachel supposedly helping Helen get the most out of her sex life, but in reality steering us here.

When the story was fully out, we sat silently for a while, contemplating how we had got to this point... and whether it changed anything.

It was with a sense of foreboding that I waited for what Helen said next "You know, we may have been manipulated to get here, but I don't think that makes a difference. This turns me on too much. I want this."

Turning to me "What about you?"