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Helen pulled up outside Donna's house and got out of the car, a sense of satisfaction coursing through her. She couldn't wait to tell Adam what had happened. She fumbled with her keys, her fingers trembling with excitement.

She stepped into the house and closed the door behind her, leaning back against it and letting out a shaky breath. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she could feel her skin prickling with anticipation.

"Adam, are you here?" she called out.

"I'm in the bedroom," came the reply.

Helen kicked off her shoes and walked through the house, a spring in her step. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and glanced up.

"What are you doing up there?" she asked.

"Waiting for you," came the reply.

A thrill ran through her, and she smiled. What had Adam been doing all day? She ascended the stairs, her bare feet silent on the carpeted steps. As she approached the bedroom, she could hear the sound of soft music.

She reached the bedroom and stepped inside, her eyes widening and her breath catching in her throat. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of incense.

On the bed, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, was Adam. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand. Even with Clive's middle aged body, he still managed to look sexy.

"You're home late," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry," she replied, feeling a flush rising in her cheeks. "I had a few things to take care of."

"Oh? Anything interesting?"

Helen took a step towards the bed, her heart hammering in her chest. The memory of her encounter with Tom was still fresh in her mind, and the sight of Adam doing his best to make Clive's body look seductive was making her giddy.

"Yes, actually," she breathed, sitting down next to him on the bed. She let her dress ride up her thighs, exposing her smooth skin. "I had an encounter with one of my colleagues."

Adam raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Did you now?" he asked. "Tell me more."

Helen took a deep breath, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks.

"He's one of the men at work," she said. "Fairly new, he started a few months ago."

"And what happened?"

Helen paused, looking into his eyes. He was watching her intently, his expression a mixture of curiosity and desire.

"He made a move on me," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were in the lift together, and he pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hardness, his breath on my neck."

Adam let out a soft moan, his eyes flickering closed for a moment. Helen could see his body tense, his skin flushed with desire.

"Did he kiss you?" he asked.

Helen shook her head. "No, I wanted to, but the lift doors opened, and I had to pull away."

"But that wasn't the end of it, was it?"

Helen could see the lust burning in his eyes, his breathing quick and shallow.

"No," she whispered. "I teased him again, later after a meeting. I made it clear I was interested, but I didn't go any further. Not then."

"Then what happened?"

Helen swallowed, her mouth dry. She was trembling with excitement, her heart pounding.

"We bumped into each other after work," she said. "I asked him to walk me to my car."

"Did he?"

Helen nodded, biting her lower lip. "He did," she said. "It was dark, and the car park was deserted. I could feel his desire for me, and I asked him to kiss me."

Adam was now not so subtly palming the growing bulge in his boxer shorts. Helen could feel the tension building in the air, the energy crackling between them.

"Did he kiss you?" he asked.

"Yes, but not how I wanted him to," she replied. "He was too eager, too rough. So I pushed him away."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to play with him, tease him a bit. I wanted him to know who was in control."

"God, that's so fucking hot."

"I told him to get in the car and when he did, I asked him to take his cock out."

"Oh my god..."

"He was so nervous, it was almost cute. When I told him to show it to me, he complied right away."

"Then what?"

"Well, it was rather small. Not as big as yours, that's for sure. And I told him so. I could see how embarrassed he was. He was such a good boy, and when I asked him to touch himself, he didn't hesitate."

"And?"

"He stroked himself until he was nice and hard, and when he did, I touched myself too. I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, his desire growing. I made him admit how much he wanted to fuck me, and when he did, I felt the most incredible rush of power. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced."

"Fucking hell, that's so fucking hot."

Helen grinned and reached out, her hand fishing inside his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, feeling him pulse in her palm.

"And then I let him come," she whispered. "I watched him stroke himself to orgasm, his face twisting with pleasure. It was amazing. I'd never felt so in control, so powerful."

"Did he make a mess?"

"Of course," she said. "So I made him clean it up. He was such a good boy, so obedient."

"I bet he was," Adam breathed, his eyes wide.

"What do you think of that, baby?" she asked, leaning closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you like the idea of me making some poor man stroke himself to orgasm, and then forcing him to clean up the mess?"

"Oh God, yes," he gasped, his cock twitching in her hand. "Helen, that's the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard."

She could feel him trembling under her touch, his skin flushed and damp with sweat. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing quick and shallow.

"Call me Donna," she purred, tightening her grip on his shaft. "I'm still in her body."

"Oh, fuck, right," he panted, his voice hoarse. "Donna, I need you. I need to be inside you."

"Patience," she murmured, stroking his cock slowly. "We have all night, Clive."

Adam groaned, his hips bucking as she teased him. Helen could see his eyes glazing over, his body taut with desire.

"Please, Donna, please," he begged, his voice a strangled moan.

"All right, but only after you tell me what you've been up to while I was gone," she said.

Adam took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering closed.

"I've just been doing gardening," he replied, his voice strained. "I couldn't focus on anything else, I was so horny. I had to do something to distract myself."

"Really?" she asked, her hand moving at a slow, steady pace. "Why were you so horny, Clive?"

"Because of you," he moaned. "Thinking about you going out to the office dressed like that, knowing you were teasing all those men, it made me so hard."

Helen repositioned herself, straddling his legs and pressing her wet panties against his shaft. She could feel him throb between her thighs, his need for her overwhelming.

"Is this what you want, Clive?" she whispered, grinding herself against him.

"Yes, God, yes," he whimpered, his hands reaching for her hips.

Helen swatted them away, her gaze stern. "No touching," she commanded. "Not until I say so."

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes wide.

Helen could feel the heat of his cock through the damp fabric of her panties, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She lifted herself slightly, just enough to pull her panties aside, revealing her wet, swollen folds.

"Is this what you want, Clive?" she murmured, rubbing herself along his shaft.

"God, yes," he panted, his gaze fixed between her legs.

"Tell me," she demanded, her voice low and husky.

"I want to feel your pussy around my cock," he moaned, his hips thrusting. "I want to be buried inside you, I want to fuck you."

"Mmm, good boy," she breathed, pressing the head of his cock against her slick entrance.

Adam let out a soft hiss, his fingers gripping the sheets. Helen could feel the tension in his body, his muscles taut and trembling.

"God, you're so wet," he groaned, his cock sliding easily inside her.

Helen moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. The sensation of him filling her, stretching her, was intoxicating. She started to move, rocking her hips slowly, her breathing quickening.

"Tell me how it feels," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Adam moaned, his hips matching her rhythm.

"It feels incredible," he gasped. "Like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Should I let other men feel this, too?" she breathed, her inner walls clenching around him.

"Yes, oh God, yes," he groaned.

"Really?"

"Yes, let them experience what I'm feeling, let them worship your body," he gasped, his hands reaching for her hips.

Helen let him grab her, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Clive?" she murmured, riding him harder, faster. "You'd like to see other men fucking me, worshipping my body."

"Yes, yes, God, yes," he cried, his eyes screwed shut.

Hearing him admit it sent a surge of arousal through Helen, and she could feel her climax building, her body trembling. She let herself go, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. She moaned, her back arching, her body convulsing.

Adam gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he thrust into her, his own climax imminent.

"Oh, God, Donna, I'm gonna come," he gasped, his face contorted in ecstasy.

"Come for me, Clive," she whispered, her nails digging into his chest.

He let out a cry, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside her. She could feel him flooding her with his release, the warmth of it filling her. She moaned, her body shuddering with aftershocks of her own orgasm.

They lay there, spent and exhausted, their bodies tangled together. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow over their glistening skin. Helen could feel her heart rate slowing, her breathing returning to normal. Her mind began to clear, the fog of lust lifting. She looked down at her borrowed body, still flush with arousal, and smiled.

'If this is what being a middle-aged woman is like,' she thought, 'I could get used to it.'