Fake it.

"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. Helen joined in, and soon there was a cacophony of squeaks and bumps in the room.

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

It was hard to keep from laughing as Helen continued her show. Despite the fact that it was fake, it was also damned arousing.

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

The last line had her clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Helen squeezed her eyes shut, before breathing again, and continuing.

"OH god, baby... Oh Brent! I never... oh... oh... Oh, OH OOOOH!" She had stopped bouncing, and just concentrated on making her voice sound authentic. "I'm... OH GOD! AAAAAH! EEEEEEEIIIIAAAAAAHH!" She finished the show with a high pitched squeal worthy of a sound effects Oscar. She sat there, panting, and still trying to hold back a belly laugh.

"Ok, Now what?" She whispered after a few moments.

"Now you mess up your hair, and go out first." I smirked.

Helen shook her head, and with a muttered "junior high bullshit" eased herself onto her feet and started for the door. The baby-doll covered her modesty, and for a moment I truly regretted not taking advantage of the situation.

"Hey Brent?" She turned, and looked at me with a dazzling smile, 'Thanks again."

She suddenly reached down and adjusted her panties so that they looked slightly askew. For a moment, her pussy-lips were clearly visible as she manipulated them, before she snapped the elastic back.

"Just in case they look," she grinned, exiting the room.

I lay back on the bed, covered my face with a pillow, and smacked it several times with an open hand. What kind of a moron was I? I had just turned down the opportunity to get my hands on a beautiful piece of pussy, with my wife's full knowledge and consent! I sighed, then shucked my shirt and walked to the door of the room.