The New Years Eve party was at Ginnie and Lionel Wadeshouse last year, and thats when I first saw it. My names Paul and Ivebeen married to Helena for ten years now. My wife was a gymnast in highschool and college, and with her baby face and four-foot-ten height people thinkshes younger than she is. She may be short, but petite doesnt fit herbody. In her thirties Helena is a curvy woman with D-cup breasts andmuscular thighs and glutes left over from her gymnastics days. She knowshow to use that body too. I was accustomed to seeing younger men hit on mywife, not realizing her age and that she was married. I didnt get pissedoff. Shed gently let them down with the truth, and I felt lucky to bemarried to her.
One of her trademark signals was letting her hair down. Helena has long, brunette hair and doesnt like it down, usually wearing it ina ponytail or tied up in a bun. She says she looks more professional thatway. However, when she wears it down she looks amazingly foxy, like aRubenesque Lolita. When she wears it down shes telling me what shewants. When she wears it down, those nights in bed are the best.
Still an hour away from midnight, what I saw was our hostshand up my wifes dress while they sat on a sofa, and she not appearing tomind.
Did I tell you her hair was down?
I didnt have to guess what that hand was doing sinceHelenas mouth was open and some of her thick hair was stuck to her sweatyface. How could everyone else not see what was going on?
Why I didnt charge right over there and put a stop to themischief surprised me. Along with anger there was somethingelsecuriosity, arousal? I stood there with a drink in my hand and watcheduntil Lionel saw me, and like the guilty party he was he pulled his hand awayquickly and tried to look nonchalant. However, I saw his glistening wetfingers. Now that Helena knew Id seen them she worked at straighteningout her dress as well as her mussed hair. The only decision I had to makeat that moment was whether to ignore them or confront them. My reactionwas a blend of both. I went looking for Ginnie, Lionels wife.
As the partys hostess, she was chatting with severalneighborhood women as I approached. Ginnie Wade was at least ten tofifteen years older than us and not attractive as far as I was concerned. In fact she was the direct opposite of my wife. Where Helena was cute,petite and yet extremely curvy, Ginnies face was rather plain, with perhaps atoo-prominent, square jaw for my taste, with words such as butch andbig-boned easily coming to mind. Maybe my perception was biased,transferring my sudden dislike for Lionel onto his wife. I asked to speakwith her and maneuvered her away from the group.
She said, Whats wrong, Paul? You look flushed. Food anddrinks okay?
Those are fine. Its your husband who isnt fine. I just sawhim feeling up my wife in the other room and I dont like it.
Did you tell either one of them you didnt like it?
No. I didnt want to make a scene.
Let me tell you something, Paul. Its no secret to me thatmy husband has the sex drive of horny bull. Hell chase any woman who gives asignal that she wishes to be chased. I think you should talk to Helena beforedoing or saying anything stupid.
You know he cheats and you let him? I naively asked.
Ginnie laughed. I dont let him do anything. Hes agrown man who makes his own decisions. I make mine too. We both have our needsand we take care of them. Maybe you should pay more attention to your wifesneeds instead of my husbands.
As I walked away and went in search of Helena I thought aboutwhat Ginnie had said. I knew I was an old-fashioned kind of guy. Ididnt think about my needs except within the boundaries of my marriage. LovingHelena took care of them, but was I meeting my wifes needs? Then I beganthinking about the unthinkable. If Ginnie was so cavalier in condoningLionels fooling around, maybe it was because I was the only one who didntknow he was doing his fooling around with Helena.
She met me as I entered the Wades expansive livingroom. Many of our friends were here, dressed elegantly for the holidayand conversing in small groups, yet all I saw was Helena. Her cocktaildress was mostly white with some splashes of navy blue as contrast. Forthe gazillionth time I pondered how amazing she looked. The dressaccentuated her breasts without exposing them; the high hemline accentuatingher magnificently chiseled legs and the promise of what it was to lie between them.
Before I could say anything, she said Im sorry honey. Iguess Ive had a few too many drinks and lost my sense of decency there for amoment. Lionel was being nice and I didnt realize what he was doing until he,you know, touched me
Why didnt you stop him?
Like I said, maybe Ive had too much to drink and lost myconcentration of who was sitting next to me on the sofa, and it did feel good.Im sorry, sweetheart. Ill make it up to you tonight, okay?
Are you having an affair with him? I blurted out.
I saw the hurt look in her eyes. You dont believeme?
Seeing a man fingering my wife in public makes it difficultto know what to believe. I hadnt realized my voice was raised until afew folks around us stopped and stared. Helena took me by the arm andsuggested we go home right after toasting the New Year.
Later in bed neither one of us was in the mood so therewasnt any making-it-up-to-me that night.
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Turning the calendar, our lovemaking returned to what Ithought of as normal. I still had difficulty feeling uplifted when Helenaseemed to be extra aroused and had multiple orgasms. Was she fantasizingabout being with someone else, like Lionel? What made things worse wasthat Helena was becoming Ginnie Wades best friend and spent a lot of time ather house. I thought of their friendship as some sort of bad influence onHelena, and I couldnt shake the vivid memory of Lionel Wades gleaming wetfingers coming out from under my wifes dress on New Years Eve.
Helena was always home from work before me, so one day inlate spring when I got home to find the house empty and she wouldnt answer herphone I walked down the block to the Wades house to see if she wasthere. Maybe I hoped to catch her with Lionel.
Lionel surprised me by answering the door wearing only along-tailed dress shirt and nothing else. His erection was hidden by theshirt but the tent it made was quite obvious, as was the round wet spot in thefabric where his cock-head was.
You can see this isnt a good time, Paul. What can I do foryou?
Before I could ask about Helena, fearing the worst, BethanyMoore, the eighteen-year-old daughter of a friend who lived near us came out ofwhat I knew to be a sun room and said, Yeah, its shitty timing, Mr. Evian. Iwas almost cumming. The lithe blond was not concerned with being naked infront of me, nor embarrassed by getting caught having sex with an older marriedman.
Im looking for Helena, shocked me finally said.
Her and Ginnie went somewhere. And no, I dont know wherethough I obviously knew theyd be gone for a while. He looked at Bethanyand grinned while his cock slipped out from behind his shirttails. I sawhow Bethanys face changed when she looked at his semi-rigid manhood.
