An afternoon alone

Rachel dismounted my wife, bent down and kissed her on the lips. Helen just lay there, exhausted and gasping for breath. She looked sexually satisfied, very sexually satisfied... She looked at Rachel with a look that I have only ever seen her give me before and all of a sudden this didn't seem such a good idea.

Rachel turned to me "Can you leave us a lone now. Helen and I need to talk."

I couldn't believe her cheek. Helen is my wife and I want to be part of the cool-down. But when I looked at Helen she just nodded agreement that I should leave. With no sensible come back, I got up and left the bedroom.

At first I waited in the kitchen for them to come down, but after a while I started pottering around the house aimlessly doing stuff to fill the time whilst waiting for them to appear. Then I heard the unmistakeable sounds of lovemaking... extended unhurried passionate lovemaking... and for want of not knowing how to deal with the situation, I started to clear out the garage. After what seemed like an age, I heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs, I went to the hallway to meet them but only found Rachel.

Rachel, fully dressed, approached me with the glow of a satisfied woman "Thanks, I enjoyed fucking your wife. I gave her orgasms far better than your little cock can ever give her. She will never be the same again. See ya Cuck" and she was gone.

I went upstairs, pausing outside the bedroom, before pushing the door open. There in the bed, was my wife. She definitely looked like someone who had had very satisfying sex. I felt a need to reclaim her and started to strip off my clothes, ready to mount her and show her what a real man could do better than a lesbian.... but she held up her hand "I'm done, my love. No more sex for me! Rachel has completely ruined me. Let me sleep" And with that she rolled over, and I was left to ponder what had just happened.