Give Helen want she wants

I didn't need any encouragement. My frigid wife had suddenly gotten very hot. I turned Helen around, bent her over, and pulled down her panties so that they dropped to the floor. In the dim light of the video booth I could see that her pussy was sopping. I pushed three fingers into her; they slid into her pussy all the way to the knuckles.

"Fuck me, Jeff!" Helen was begging for it, something she had never done during our marriage. "I need your cock so back!" Not only was Helen begging for sex, she was using language I didn't think she even knew.

I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and exposed my cock. It was hard and ready. Without delay, I just slammed into Helen's cunt. It was wet and slick and hot and good.

"Ohhhhhh!" She sighed loundly. "Yessssss!"

I began fucking her. It was not tender or nice. I pulled back and rammed into her hard and deep. I was fucking her, plowing her pussy for all I was worth. And Helen was loving it, begging for more, urging me to fuck her harder.

With all the noise she was making, I was not surprised to see another hard, long cock appear through the gloryhole. I grabbed Helen's hair and pulled her head up; she saw the new cock and pounced on it. She opened her mouth and the entire shaft disappeared between her lips.

Now the two of us, some stranger behind the thin wall and me, fucked my wife furiously. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock. Damn, she was coming!

I slammed into her even harder. I started coming. It felt like a river of cum pouring out of me, filling her pussy. She never even slowed down sucking the stranger's cock.

As I slipped out of her pussy, a stream of cum oozed out and dripped down onto the floor. I had an idea.