Harry's breakfast was on the table when he came down. Emma was in a hurry to get him out of the house. She was expecting company, and she wanted to have lots of time to get ready for it. She wanted to look her best.
Harry sat down at the table with his briefcase next to him. Emma was surprised to find him actually looking at her over his meal. It was unusual to see him at breakfast without his nose buried in a book or some papers.
"Anything wrong, Harry?" she asked.
"No, nothing's wrong, Emma. Not that I could put my finger on, anyway. It's just that you've been kind of different lately."
"Different? How?"
"Oh, I don't know. Happier. Less grouchy. More self-sufficient, I guess. You haven't bugged me about anything for weeks now."
Emma's eyebrows arched in amusement. "Is that bad, Harry?"
"No… no, of course, it's not bad, honey. I was just wondering what had caused it, that's all."
"Well, Harry… I just took a good long look at myself. And I decided I'd been putting too many heavy expectations on you. I'm a grown woman. I can amuse myself, without depending on you to be with me all the time. I don't even mind if you read at the table any more."
"Did you take up a hobby or sign up for a course, like I suggested?"
"No, not exactly, Harry. I just decided to get out of the house more I've been spending a lot of time with Helen next door. She's a lot of fun."
Harry looked a little uncomfortable, but he said nothing more. He finished his breakfast and gathered up his raincoat and briefcase. His good-bye kiss to his wife was unusually fervent.
"Good-bye, honey."
"Good-bye, Harry."
He noticed with a touch of sadness that she didn't watch his car pull out of the drive the way she used to do.
Helen Robbins did watch his car pull out of the driveway. Sam had already left for work, and Helen was drinking her morning coffee in front of the picture window. She thought Harry looked even more preoccupied than usual as he fumbled in his pockets for his car keys.
"Poor Harry," she murmured. In the last few weeks, she had watched Harry's wife break out of her shell, while Harry remained blindly unaware of Emma's promiscuity. Emma had made Helen her confidante, so Helen knew all about the drycleaner's deliveryman and the lawyer Emma had met in an elevator. And Bob Cranach, who remained Emma's favorite.
Emma still had not offered to share Bob with Helen, often as she had been with Helen's husband. Helen was a bit miffed about that.
Helen went back to the kitchen to pour herself a third cup of coffee. When she returned, there was a change in front of the Tate house. The bright blue sedan with H.H.H. boldly printed on the side was back. Helen's mind started working furiously. "This time I think I'll go right in and demand my share," she said vehemently to the empty room. Singing to herself, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.
By the time Helen was ready to strike, a half-hour had passed. She went out the back door and passed through the alley to the Tates' backyard. To her delight, she found the door unlatched. Feeling naughty as a schoolgirl, she tiptoed into the house and followed her ears to the bedroom.
"Mmmmmm! Oooooohh, Bob!" Emma was wearing a long robe pushed up to her waist to bare her ass. She was standing facing the dresser mirror, head forward, ass up. Bob Cranach's slick cock was sawing steadily in and out of her upturned pussy. He was naked.
Helen's first interest was admiring the big man's well muscled frame and handsome mustached face. What a hunk, she thought lasciviously. Her pussy-lips throbbed at the sight of his strong ass-muscles clenching and unclenching with his powerful fucking strokes.
"Mmmmmm, Emma… you've got such a nice twat, baby! I just love fucking you!"
His words seemed to stimulate Emma. She looked at her handsome lover in the mirror and smiled a slow, sultry smile. "Oh, Bob, you're so good! My pussy feels so wonderful!"
Helen had fallen to her knees outside the bedroom door, to avoid being seen. She looked carefully around the doorsill. The sight of Bob's long thick cock sliding in and out of Emma's cunt mesmerized her. Her own cunt ached. She wanted that turgid prick spreading her pussy-lips wide.
"Uuuuuhhh!" Bob's hands gripped Emma's ass firmly and pulled her hard back onto his swollen cock-shaft. He moved her faster and faster, the intensity of his rhythm betraying the intensity of his lust. "Shit, baby, your cunt grips me so tight! You feel just like a virgin!"
She smiled coyly at him in the mirror. "I was a virgin till I met you, Bob. At least, I didn't know till then how good my body could feel. You really do it to me, baby."
Helen was beginning to understand why Emma had been so reluctant to share Bob with her. He was a real he-man. It would be hard to settle for less than all of him. Helen suspected, from the way Emma looked at him, that the younger woman had a crush on Bob.
That's playing with fire, she thought. I'll be doing her and Harry a favor if I horn in a little on this cozy twosome. She was determined to, get in on the act in the bedroom. But delicacy demanded she wait until they had gotten their rocks off.
"Oh, Bob! Bob, darling! Fuck meeeee!" Emma's excitement was becoming visibly more intense. Her face in the mirror was distorted. Her eyes were wide and pleading, as though something was happening to her that she didn't quite understand. As though she were powerless to resist the erotic spasms in her half-clad body.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, I'll fuck you, baby! It feels so good! Uuuuuuhh!"
Bob's rhythm had become fitful, staccato-like. It was apparent he was somewhere on the plateau of ecstasy himself. To the watching Helen, it seemed his big cock had grown even bigger. She watched it glisten lewdly on every rough outstroke.
Goddamn it, you two… hurry up! she thought lustfully. She could hardly wait to join the party. When it came to getting what she wanted, Helen was ruthless. She wanted Bob, and nothing was going to keep her from him.
"Bob… Ohhh, Bob! You're making me cum, darling!" Emma's ass ground back against his loins as her orgasm swept over her. Her face was wreathed in a broad, relaxed grin. She had what she wanted.
"Uuuuhh, jeez! I can feel your cunt clenching… aahhhh, I'm cumming, Emma!" Bob slammed his loins against Emma's ass and held her fast while his cock spurted her full of jism.
Slowly the two lovers began to recover their senses. They both spotted the image in the minor at the same time.
"Helen! What are you doing here?" It was obvious Emma was annoyed.
Helen smiled confidently at the cum-streaked pair. "The back door was open and I thought I'd just let myself in. Besides, I've been wanting to meet your friend Bob for a long time." She walked up to the tall blond man and stroked his shoulder. "Hi, Bob. I'm Helen."
Bob grinned at the tall, attractive redhead. His face betrayed confusion, but it was obvious he was willing to play along with whatever was happening.
"Glad to meet you, Helen. You'll excuse my appearance, but we weren't expecting company." His smile melted Helen. She seemed unable to let go of his arm.
"Helen, I… I… what do you want?" Emma was in an uncomfortable position. She didn't welcome her girl friend's presence at the moment. She wanted to be alone with Bob. But she couldn't honestly scold Helen for spying on her, not after the way she had watched Helen with her friend Ken weeks ago. She decided to try to steer them all into the living room. She didn't want an orgy with Helen and Bob. He was hers! She was tempted to brush Helen's arm away from Bob's.
"Just some company, Emma. I'm your friend, remember?"
"Sure, Helen." Emma sighed and pulled down her robe. "Okay, why don't we all go out and have some coffee and cake?"
Helen's hands were becoming bolder now. She was stroking Bob's chest and back. He didn't know whether to encourage or discourage her. He didn't want to alienate Emma, but he was very attracted to the redhead. His cock was beginning to throb at the thought of stuffing her.
"You certainly are a handsome man, Bob. So strong. So much energy, too. I just saw that." Helen winked suggestively at the grinning man.
"You're very kind, Helen. May I say you are a very attractive woman. And any friend of Emma's is a friend of mine." He returned the wink covertly, with the eye Emma couldn't see.
"Hey, you two! Come on, let's go into the living room. I'm dying for a cup of coffee." Emma was rubbing her hands together nervously, like an ineffectual schoolmistress with an ornery class.
Helen was stroking Bob's ass muscles now. She bit her lip passionately as she squeezed them. "Mmmmm, nice. I've got a better idea, Emma." Her eyes never left Bob's face. "Why don't we all go to bed instead?"
Bob looked at Emma hopefully. His cock was getting stiffer by the minute. The idea of having both beauties in bed at once turned him on. He looked at Emma. "What do you say, honey? How's about it?"
The brunette felt powerless to resist the obvious enthusiasm in Bob's face. After all, she didn't own him. He was just someone who came by from time to time. She was angry with Helen, though. Never had the redhead's boldness been more initiating to her.
"Come on, Emma. It's not as if I've never shared with you."
Annoying as it was, Helen's argument had validity. Emma had enjoyed many exciting fucks with Helen and her husband. But that was different. Sam had actively sought her cunt. Bob would never have known Helen existed if she hadn't barged in like this. Emma would have seen to that.
"Okay, you guys. I'm not your keeper. Whatever turns you on…" She shrugged her shoulders and sat on her vanity bench. She hoped her obvious reluctance would cool the others' ardor.
It didn't work. Helen had her clothes off in a flash, and she and Bob collapsed full-length onto the bed together. Their mouths locked in a passionate lingual search.
"Mmmmm."
"God, you taste good."
They lay on their sides, pressed together, their hands hurriedly exploring each other. For just a moment, Bob looked down over the foot of the bed toward Emma. "Come on, Emma. You're part of this party too, baby."
Emma was dumbstruck. She had just been given a rude shock about her role in Bob's life. Somehow, though he was only a part-time entertainment for her, she expected to be the only woman in his life. Or, rather, wanted to be. Seeing him now wrapped passionately in the arms of another woman reminded her of the realities of their relationship. He came to see her because he liked to fuck her. That was that. What else could she have expected?
It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Emma couldn't deny the justice of it. She had built a little fantasy-world around their times together. It was time to break the spell.
She began to take more interest in what was going on on the bed. She had a clear view up between their legs as far as their genitals. She could see Bob's stiff cock prodding against Helen's cunt-slit.
"Oh God! Stick it in me! I'm so hot!" Helen's voice shook with excitement. She tried to reach down and take hold of his cock, but he stopped her. Obviously, he wanted to do the job himself. He guided his prick in between her cunt-lips and shoved hard.
"Oooooohhhh! Ooooooooh Gaw-w-w-d! It's wonderful!" Her pussy pushed forward, swallowing all of his rigid hardness it could get. They began to move back and forth in opposing rhythm. His cock glistened with her juices, formed a lewd bridge between them on each outstroke.
The sigh had a pronounced effect on Emma. Her hostility and disappointment forgotten, she got up from the bench and crawled up onto the end of the bed, to get a closer look at their energetic fucking.
It was incredibly thrilling to watch a man she had been intimate with fucking somebody else. She watched his ass clench and thrust forward, and she remembered how it felt when he rammed his cock into her. She could almost pretend he was fucking her, while she was able to watch the whole thing from a distance. She noticed Helen and Bob glancing at her, to see if she was disturbed by what was happening. She searched herself to be sure she wasn't. She found nothing but erotic excitement inside. The battle against her own jealousy had been fought and won.
"Fuck her, Bob! It looks so sexy, darling! Fuck her good! Show her what a good man you are!"
The couple seemed to be more comfortable once they knew Emma was not jealous. Their movements became more frantic. Helen's moans grew wilder, louder.
"Oooooohhh! Jee-zuz! God, I'm cumming!"
"Look out! Me too!"
Emma's cum-soaked cunt flared with new arousal as she watched her girl friend and her lover climaxing together. Now, more than anything she wanted Bob's cock inside her again. She realized she would have to wait. Cocks weren't like balloons. They needed some rest in between inflation's. In the meantime, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. As Bob and Helen drew apart, Emma forced her way in between them. She sat on Bob's shoulders and bent her head toward his flaccid cock. She began to lick it, then she took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked. The taste of the mingled juices on his soft prick was like an aphrodisiac to Emma. She wriggled her ass suggestively backward. It wasn't long before Bob got the idea.
"Aaaggghhhh! Oh yes, lick my pussy for me!" While the big man ran his tongue up and down over her pussy-slit, Emma sucked and licked his cock. She loved the feel of its soft texture in her mouth.
"God, you two are incredible!" Helen was kneeling on all fours now, her head bobbing from side to side as she drank in the lewd sixty-nine before her. "Ohhh, it's so sexy, darlings!"
Emma smiled to herself as she recalled the day she had spied on Helen while she performed sixty-nine with her boyfriend Ken. She got a lewd tingle out of listening to the redhead getting turned on by her promiscuity.
"I love the taste of your cunt, Emma!" Bob exclaimed. He was also enjoying the pungent-flavor of his cum on her pussy. There was something wonderfully depraved about sucking on his own cum.
"Oooohhh, lick my clit, Bobby!" Emma squirmed her cunt down against the salesman's face while she made liquid love to his cock. Already her handiwork was yielding results. His penis was growing steadily inside her mouth, so that now it was an effort for her to get all of it inside. "Mmmmmmphh!"
Bob's mouth felt awfully good on her cunt, but what Emma really wanted right now was his cock. It was a matter of proprietary rights, she knew. It was getting her own back from Helen. She pulled her cunt away from his mouth and lowered it onto his stiffening prick. She was riding him, facing his feet. The position was new and titillating to her. "God, your cock feels good up in here, baby!" she told him obscenely. She was ready to ride him for all he was worth now.
"Hey, Emma honey! That's sexy!" Helen approved totally of what Emma was doing. Her friend had made room for Helen to join the fun. She knelt astride Bob's head, facing Emma's back. "Lick my pussy, baby!" she coaxed the big man.
Emma looked back over her shoulder at the lust-inspiring sight of the naked Helen riding Bob's tongue. This was a new kind of lascivious teamwork. She wondered how Bob was enjoying the thrill of satisfying two women at once.
"Mmmmmm! Uuuuhhh!" was all the sound that escaped the man's lips. Helen was working her cunt so energetically over his mouth he didn't have room or time for more coherent words.
Bob's full-swollen cock was massaging the inside of Emma's clasping cunt with devastating effect. Her eyes were half closed. Her entire body was quivering with excitement. She could see herself and Helen in the dresser mirror in front of her. They made a lewd tandem, riding their man built for two.
"Hhnnnhhh! My cunt's on fire!" she moaned. Before she knew what was happening, she was cumming for the second time that day. It took Helen and Bob a little longer, but they followed close behind her.
"Uuuuuuhhh!"
"Bob! Oh, Bob! Lick my clit! AAAggghhhh!" All three felt better about what was happening between them once they had enjoyed their three-way climax. It was a game now, for all of them. It was fun.
They enjoyed it so well, they played another round and another…