Try to be a gentleman (Alternate)

"I'm still not going to fuck you." Helen said evenly, as I closed the door.

I walked next to the bed, standing on the opposite side from her. I admit that at that moment, every nerve in my body was primed for mating. I was hard, my hands slightly shaking. The nearness of Helen's sexy body was a dire temptation, and it was all I could do not to jump on her.

"Look, I guess you could rub me off or something," Helen shrugged, But that's it."

I took a deep breath, and thought about what Kaila had said. Suddenly there was a glimmer of what the right thing to do was.

"Helen, mind if I sit down?"

"Suit yourself."

I sat on the bed, not making any motions toward her.

"Can you just fake it?" I asked.

"What, fake an orgasm?" she snickered.

"She said she wanted to hear it." I grinned, "I figure if we bounce on the bed and you do your best Meg Ryan impression..."

"Oh god, that's classic." She laughed quietly, unfolding her arms, and swinging her feet to the side.

Trying to keep a straight face, I began to gently bounce my weight up and down on the bed, making the springs squeak. As I turned to ask her if she wanted to start, I heard a giggle, and a murmur in the living room. I hesitated, that murmur sounded intense, and as I started to dismiss it, I heard a low moan.

Raising an eyebrow, I gestured for her to bounce on the bed continuing the charade and got up, crossing the the room to the door. I crouched, and tried to peer through the vent in the bottom of the door, thank God for old HVAC systems, I thought!

Helen whispered in a low murmur, "what's going on?"

But I was too transfixed by what I saw. My wife, making out with another woman! They were all over each other, hands roaming, tweaking, mouths hungrily devouring each other. My already growning cock twitched at the scene and suddenly I had a full blown erection, tenting my pants in a most visible way.

I turned to Helen and started to stammer something, but I stopped, and said in a voice meant to be heard, "hold on let's get more comfy for this, how about the chair?"

I gestured for her to get up, and waved her to me, the cover of moving to the chair was good to end the bouncing noises without suspicion.

Quickly she moved over to me, looking quizzically at me before she sank down to the floor and looked into the living room. She made a small noise, and leaned in closer, pushing her chest against me to get a better view.

We both stared transfixed as our mates began to strip off their shirts, desperately clawing it off and roughly grabbing each other's nipples in need and pure lust. Suddenly Charlotte's hand plunged down my wife's open buttoned shorts and she arched her back, stiffening, gasping.

It was so intense! Without thinking I had started to stroke my cock outside of my pants, and I noticed that Helen had been pulling softly on her breast thorough her shirt. We sat pressed against each other, playing with ourselves, watching our partners have **** sex. It was incredibly arousing.

Our motions grew more frantic, matching the intensity of the two in the living room, our breathing growing laboured and more intense as we lost ourselves in the spectacle. The two on the couch we moaning softly, biting their lips as Charlotte's hand plunged in and out of Kalia's panties, her hips gyrating with the pleasure as Kalia made love to her breasts and nipples, her mouth was everywhere, her hands holding and pulling and exploring every inch.

As we have watched, Charlotte whispered something in Kalia's ear, and the other froze, her hands stopped in the midst of pulling on Charlotte's nipple, her tongue halfway across the areola. Charlotte gestured and whispered again, pointing at the door and nodding her head. As Kalia started to respond Charlotte kissed her, deep and slow, and then laid back, and pulled of her shorts and panties in one fluid motion.

I groaned at the sight, and heard Helen whimper as she resumed finger Fucking herself. I glanced over and her fingers were pounding in and out hard and fast, small wet noises making it even hotter.

Looking back out the door, I froze, there was my wife, standing, and biting her lip with her hands in Charlotte's hair, while the other woman slowly made out with her naval, unbuttoning her shorts and slowly working them down. Kalia stepped out of them, and moaned with desire as Charlotte nibbled at her naval before taking her panties into her mouth and sensuously pulling them down, her hands grasping her ass as she did. Kalia wasted no time, she glanced at the door where we watched in secret and nervously looked down as her panties hit the floor. She visibly braced herself, and smiled, widening her stance, and using her fingers to pull her labia apart, exposing her inner lips and clit. The sight nearly had me coming in my pants, and a quick glance at Helen confirmed she was almost comatose with pleasure and desire, staring as her partner made another woman submit to her.

Charlotte had her back to us, but I could see she shuddered and whispered something, and Kalia nodded, pulling harder at her lips, stretching them out. Charlotte tilted her head back, and held her hand above, slowly sucking her 3 fingers into her mouth. She moved them in and out for a moment, strands of saliva visible, before she pulled them out, and moved her hand so it was at the opening of Kalia's vagina.

Kalia shuddered now too, and nearly collapsed as the fingers slowly began their soaked penetration, first one knuckle, then the next, until finally they were buried to the hilt. Charlotte's pinky curled up against her anus, innocently out of the way, and her thumb rested on her clitoris. Kalia waited, panting, and finally nodded, and Charlotte immediately buried her face into the ripe, soaking pussy in front of her.

Helen moaned, and her eyes net mine.

"I want... No." She panted, "I NEED that." I noticed with shock that her panties and pants were off, sitting in a pile beside her.

She looked scared, but beyond horny. "I need that, I need to watch and I need it. Help!?" She looked overwhelmed with lust. My mind raced, maybe we would fulfill the dare after all.

I nodded, and she Rose to her knees, gesturing me to lay in line with the door, my head towards it and my feet away. I quickly complied, and she started down at me, hesitant.

"Just pretend I'm Charlotte, you don't even have to look at me." I reassured her, and pulled off my shirt, coyly trying to even the playing field for her.

She smirked, and nodded, "Alright then bucko..." She whispered down to me, and then started to straddle me, her pussy opening up before my eyes as her legs spread around my head, glistening and soaked with her finger banging herself. She started to lower herself onto my mouth, but stopped.

Quietly she asked, "Want a play by play?"

I grinned up at her head, I could just see her face past her perfect vagina and the swell of her breasts.

"God yes. Now let me pretend to be Charlotte."

She turned back to the door, going onto all fours to put her face in line with the door and lowered her pussy to my lips, her hesitation lost to lust as she ground her lips on my chin and mouth.

I groaned, I could feel my Penis throbbing as I grabbed her ass and opened my mouth.

She tasted amazing, her juices flooded into my mouth, and I started to lap at her lips, my tongue desperately seeking her favorite spots. I ran it up and down her lips, from top to bottom, drinking in her scent and her taste. I teased her opening, her clit, everywhere. Finally I closed my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth, putting pressure on it as my tongue started to dart into the hood, pushing it back and rubbing across the surface of her clitoris. She gasped, bearing down on me harder.

"Oh. Oh god!" She exclaimed, and in a quiet uneven voice continued, "oh, puh... please don't stop. Your wife couldn't stand the pleasure I think, she- oh!" I had reached around with one hand and grabbed her nipple.

"Yesssss" she hissed, "just like that. Your wife is being pressed to the floor by Charlotte, she's eating her out. Hard." Helen started to speak again, but I pulled off her clit and plunged my to tongue deep inside her, and she cut off, moaning again.

She muttered something, I only caught snippets with her legs wrapped around my head, "why... Fantasies... I..."

Then she surprised me, as I was tongue fucking her, my hands on her ass forcing her down on me, she twisted, and pulled my hands off, leaving one on my chest, she took the other and pulled it to her face. I took the chance to shove my hand in my pants, god I was aching from want, I wanted to be pounding this snatch, I wanted to watch my wife get tongue fucked by a lesbian while I shoved my cock in this tight pussy! I was frantically running myself, but it wasn't enough. I unzipped, and my throbbing penis was in my hand in seconds, I was pumping hard and fast, making up for lost time.

Around then she had folded down my fingers, all save my pinky, and started to suck it. I have quickly timed my rhythm of stroking myself and sucking her to the time of her sucking. Too soon though, she took it out of her mouth, and reached around.

Shockingly she lead my soaked pinky to her Anus, and before I could say anything, she lined it up.

"Please." She almost whimpered it, and who am I to turn a hot woman down? I plunged my finger into her ass, right as I lightly bit on her clit.

"Ohh..." Helen moaned, rolling her eyes. "Oh, yes... That's it... OH!"

That was it, her hands found my hair, and she exploded into my mouth, her legs clenching around me, my hair almost ripped at!I felt he gushing fluids into my mouth as her body writhed and her ass clenched around my finger.

"Right there... OH YES! Oh YEAH! Faster..." Helen gasped out, starting to get into the feel. "So good... Deeper... Use that tongue DAMMIT!"

It was too much for me, I had been hard forever it seemed, watching my wife go lesbian, and having an incredibly hot woman ride my face was too much, my cock begging for release. With a final pump I came, ejaculating semen over and over with ****. I felt it hit my chest over and over, and was thankful I had taken off my shirt, the pleasure was amazing.

"OH god, baby... Oh Brent! I never... oh... oh..." She was moaning now.

I was just finishing coming when Helen shifted, lightening up and coming off my face. Through the vent cover I could see the two women in the main room scrambling for clothes, I had no idea if they had finished but Helen's moans had been enough to tip them off to end it there.

Helen smiled sweetly at me.

"That was incredible. Thank you."

"You're more than welcome, miss" replied with a smile, reaching for my shirt.

"Hold on" she held up her hand for me up stop. "You're a mess! I should have realized you'd need relief too." Before I could even respond, she leaned over and took my softening cock into her mouth, and sucked off the cum. Quickly she traced up my chest and licked up every drop before settling back.

"Seriously, thank you." She repeated as she swallowed the semen without complaint.

I nodded, and we stood and dressed quickly, finding our clothes and laughing to ourselves, the post orgasm glow over us both.

I finished pulling my shirt over my head just as she said, "I'll go out first then, okay?"

"Sure, no worries!" I smiled and pulled up my pants, watching as she turned, pulling her shirt down and reaching for the door.

"Hey, uh, Helen?" I stammered, staring at her back.

"Yeah Brent?" She looked back puzzled, the door half open in her hand. It was too late to tell her I guess.

"Never mind, sorry I thought your shirt was inside out.." I finished lamely, there wasn't anything I could do now, I hadn't realized I had cum so hard that a couple spurts had landed on her back and ass. It was absorbed into her shorts and shirt now, a dark stain left over of our fun.

I smiled, oh well. "Let's go."