The morning after

That night had been a success for everyone involved. Mike hadn’t lasted long again but he did get it up and that had made Helen content. Him cumming quickly wasn’t an issue to her. If he came quickly she felt desirable. If he couldn’t get it up then she felt like something was wrong.

Mike woke up before Helen and lay in bed for a bit remembering the previous day. Helen had looked so good. As good as any woman he would have masturbated to on the internet. That bikini had shown off her body so well and someone else had got to enjoy it as much as him, maybe even more. Joey’s natural charm and charisma had put Helen at ease and he had his hands all over her with messing about in the pool and then in the hot tub. She looked like she had enjoyed his attention.

Mike had enjoyed spending time with Sue too. She was a bit odd and it shone through more as she relaxed. They had both spent a lot of time talking as they watched their partners play with each other. Watching Joey with both of them in the pool had been especially exciting to Mike. He was the complete package. He was in incredible shape, he was good looking and he had a great personality. Seeing two beautiful women in the pool with him had triggered Mike’s masochistic side and he couldn't help but fantasise about the two women giving themselves to this superior man. If only Maisy had been there too, that would have made it even hotter.

Helen groaned next to him and rolled over. “Morning my love. How are you feeling?” he asked her.

“Thirsty but not too bad,” she croaked. She sat up and the sheet fell away to expose her breasts as she reached over and grabbed the big glass of water that Mike had strategically left for her.

“You have tan lines,” pointed out Mike as he reached over and touched her shoulder.

Helen looked down at her chest. “So I do. I don’t ever recall getting tan lines before.”

“You never were one for sitting in the sun. We were outside a lot yesterday. It’s a good job you put sunblock on.”

“Joey kept reminding me to reapply,” she said, taking another big drink before laying back down.

“I think he said that so he could just help you put it on,” said Mike, smiling.

“Do you think?” Helen asked naively.

“I don’t recall anyone else helping you.”

“He was just around when it needed doing.”

“That’s because he didn’t leave your side the whole time he was here.”

Helen rolled over to face Mike and looked worried. “I didn’t ignore you did I? I’m sorry, I was having fun. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” She suddenly realised something. “Susan wasn’t cross was she?”

Mike reached out to stroke Helen’s cheek and was pleased when she closed her eyes and pushed her face against his hand. That small motion expressed her love for him. “Sue was fine with it. She knows what Joey is like and she accepts it. Besides, she was chatting away with you perfectly normally wasn’t she?”

“I guess you’re right. But what about you?”

“I’ve told you, I just love to see you coming out of your shell. Seeing you playing with Joey was great. You looked like you were having a great time with him.”

“He was good fun,” Helen blushed. She looked at Mike, still with concern on her face. “Now that I think about it, we were very tactile. Are you sure you were okay with that?”

“Yes. I want you to feel free to do whatever makes you feel good. Whatever breaks you away from our past. I am happy you were having a good time with him, I would have been glad to see more.” He had made a slip. He hadn’t meant to say something quite that obvious. He watched Helen for her reaction. She seemed to be frowning.

“You mean for me to have fun more often with him?” she asked, seeking clarification.

“Or anyone,” Mike hastily replied. “I enjoy seeing you having a good time. I also enjoyed seeing you in that bikini,” he threw in, hoping to change the subject.

“I bet you did,” she flirted. “I can’t believe you talked me into wearing it.”

“I’m glad you did. How did you cope?”

Helen blushed again, “I actually quite liked it. I felt good and everyone was looking at me.”

“You liked everyone looking at you?”

“Kind of. It was embarrassing but it also made me feel important. I could tell that Joey liked looking at me as well as you and it was a little bit, exciting.”

Holy shit, this was the hottest thing Mike had ever heard Helen say. She just admitted to being excited by having another man looking lustfully at her. “Just Joey or would you like to be looked at by anyone?”

Helen looked a bit guilty. “Can I show you something?” she said and she rolled away to get her phone off the nightstand. She pressed a few things and handed it to Mike.

Mike found himself looking at Instagram. He had never bothered with it but he recognised it. It was clearly Helen’s account. There wasn’t much on there right now but she already had over ten thousand followers. He looked at the pictures from Maisy’s stream with his wife in small shorts and a busty top. There was a picture with Kat in her kitchen. After that, there were a few nice shots, mostly selfies and finally the pictures of her in the cover-up from yesterday. She hadn’t yet posted the one in just the bikini. He asked her to explain how it had happened and how she had so many followers. She told him about the stream and how she had ended up with a couple of hundred after that but after the picture with Kat it had shot up and had been ticking up slowly ever since and then another surge had happened after the latest picture.

Mike sat there listening and looking at the lewd comments left on her pictures. He was incredibly aroused. “So you like it when people look at you lustfully?” he asked.

“I know, it’s so wicked of me.” Mike looked at Helen. The way she had said that was markedly different from the way she had said it in the past. She was almost happy about it. In fact, he noticed that she had her hand between her legs. She was trying to be subtle but it wasn’t working. “Are you mad at me?” she asked, her eyes, worried but lustful.

“I think it’s great. I want everyone to see how sexy you are,” he said as he moved to kiss her.

“You really don’t mind?”

“It turns me on, I’m hard right now.”

“Isn’t that just me though?”

“It’s both. I like the thought that they are looking at you and thinking lustful things?”

“Really? Mike, I’m really excited right now. Maybe, I could do something new for you,” she nervously offered.

“Really?” Mike couldn’t believe his luck. “Would you, touch my penis?”

Helen smiled shyly and nodded. “I, don’t really know what to do.”

“Give me your hand.” He took her hand and put it on his cock. “Just explore it with your fingers for a bit, get used to it.”

Helen could feel it. Hard but soft to the touch. She could feel the bulbous bit at the top. It moved slightly on its own which surprised her but she was too determined to do something nice for Mike to let it stop her. Her hand slid down the underside of the shaft and the head of his penis slid up over her wrist. She could feel a change in the texture of the skin and knew it must be his testicles. “Can I feel them?” she asked.

“If you want to.” Mike’s breathing was getting heavy and he seemed very stimulated.

She giggled to herself at the unusual feeling of his two testicles in a bag of skin. “Can I hold them?”

“Yes, please do.”

She cupped them in her hands and enclosed her hand around them gently. “Does that feel nice?” she asked.

“Yes, just, don’t squeeze too hard.”

“Does that mean I can squeeze a bit?” she asked and she applied a little pressure to the balls in her hand. She watched Mike tense up and she eased off. “Sorry,” she said but she was giggling.

“It was okay, just a surprise. You’d have to squeeze harder to hurt them but don’t do that, please.”

She let them go and returned to the shaft. “What do I have to do to make it feel nice?”

He took her hand and moved it up and down. “Like you are simulating sex but with your hand.”

“That makes sense, like this.” She began doing long strokes up and down on his cock.

“Yes, just like that. Your hand feels so good.”

“Am I going to make you orgasm?” She was getting quite excited by the thought.

“Yes, can you say cum instead of orgasm?”

“Cum? Okay, I can do that. Are you going to cum?”

“Yea, that’s hot. Tell me to cum for you.”

Helen giggled. She was enjoying this. He looked so funny and having him so in her control was enjoyable. “Cum for me. Like that?”

“Yes but more. Encourage me,” said Mike, beyond worrying about what he was saying.

“You can do it. Let my hand make you cum. Cum for me. I want to see what you look like when you cum from my hand.”

That did it. Soon Mike was shooting out ropes of cum onto the bed. A little got on Helen’s hand and some hit her body. She lifted her hand up to her face. “Eww, this stuff is so gross,” she said but she seemed more amused than disgusted. “It has a weird smell to it too. I don’t hate it but it’s odd. Can you get me a tissue? I think we need to change the bedsheets.” Mike passed her a tissue. “Was that good for you my love?”

“Oh my god, yes,” he said. “Thank you for doing that for me.”

“You could make it up to me?”

“Just say the word.”

“The word”

“Don’t we need to take the bedsheets off?”

“It can wait,” she said and threw off the sheets. “I want you to give my kitty some special kisses first.”