"If only Harry would get interested in some other women, then I could quit worrying about him."
Helen and Emma were having morning coffee in Helen's kitchen. Emma had seemed preoccupied, and Helen had goaded her into letting go of what was bothering her.
"What makes you think you have to worry about Harry anyway, honey? He's got his work, which he's crazy about. You've always complained he spends most of his time thinking about that, anyway."
"I know, Helen. But he's been different lately. He's been trying extra hard to be nice to me. I think he senses that I don't need him as much as I used to, and it worries him."
"That's not really your problem, you know, Emma. You've become the kind of wife he wanted. If he can't handle it, he'll just have to work it out."
"That's easy to say if you're on the outside looking in. But I love Harry. Really I do. He depends on me so much… for sex, for instance."
"Ah-hah! Now we get down to it!"
"Well… I've just been so busy lately. I don't always feel like Harry's jump-on, jump-off when he feels like me."
"Maybe you've just outgrown each other."
"Don't say that, Helen. It's scary."
"I know, honey. You've never been out on your own. The idea is kind of scary. But you shouldn't stay with someone just out of fear of the unknown."
"You're right, Helen. I'm going to have to give it some serious thought."
The next afternoon, Helen drove Emma to the bus station. The younger woman was off to spend a long overdue visit with her mother.
"No sex for a whole week, Helen! I don't know how I'll stand it!"
"Maybe you can sneak somebody in the back way when you mom's asleep."
"No way! My mother has the sharpest senses in six counties! That's one of the main reasons why I was a virgin till I was eighteen."
"Well, honey, just remember how good it'll feel when you get back to it."
"Yeah… it might be fun to get really horny again for a change." Her smile faded. "I just hope Harry will be all right by himself. He'll be away at a conference till Tuesday. But I won't be back till Friday. Three whole days by himself and I don't think he knows how to boil water or unwrap his own pack of toilet paper."
"Don't worry, honey. Sam and I will keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't starve to death or get a dirty bottom." She giggled. "Have a good trip, Emma."
Intriguing thoughts floated through Helen's mind during the next few days. She recalled the conversation with Emma. Her friend was concerned about her husband because he was totally reliant on her for his sex life, while Emma had no desire to be monogamous, now that she had discovered more titillating pastimes.
Helen was beginning to see where she could help her friends and amuse herself at the same time. She had always found Harry Tate attractive. And she knew that Harry was attracted to her, though he gave only very subtle indications of it.
Helen decided it would probably be as good for Harry to know he was attractive to other women as it had been for Emma to test herself with other men. And Helen knew just the woman to help Harry out.
The first day she noticed Harry at home at a reasonable hour was Wednesday afternoon. He came back from work about six. Helen watched his car pull into the driveway. She was alone for the evening. Sam had an unexplained "appointment". He would be late.
The situation seemed custom-made for Helen's plan.
She went into the bedroom and rummaged through her closet. She picked out a floor-length pink at-home gown. It was slinky and slit up both sides almost as far as her ass. She hadn't met a man yet who was immune to it.
Next she made up her face, with just a subtle amount of makeup – enough to make her irresistible. "Mmm-hmm!" she told her minor. "You are ready, honey!" She went to the kitchen and took a casserole out of the fridge. This was her reason for visiting Harry. Events would take their natural course from there.
Harry looked genuinely surprised when he opened his front door. "Helen! Why… hello, how are you?"
"Just fine, Harry. As always. Emma was a bit worried about you making it on your own. I brought you a casserole to keep you fed till she gets back."
"Why, thank you, Helen. I'm sure it'll be much better than the hamburger I bought on the way home tonight." He grinned ruefully. He was still standing in the doorway, Helen on the landing.
"Do you mind if I come in for a minute, Harry? I'm alone for the evening, too. I'd appreciate a few minutes' conversation."
He moved to one side to let her pass. His face flushed with embarrassment. "Gee, I'm sorry, Helen. I didn't mean to be rude. Of course, come in. I was just reading the latest edition of Scientific American."
Helen made herself comfortable on the couch. "How interesting. How did you enjoy your trip away from home?"
"Oh… it was fascinating. It gave me a wealth of new ideas."
"How was Chicago?"
He smiled like an errant schoolboy. "I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea. I spent all my time in the hotel where we held our meetings."
"Oh, that's too bad. Chicago's a fun town, Harry, once you learn your way around."
"Yes… I got to know the place when I was an undergraduate there. The town never really was my scene though. I'm kind of a stick-in-the-mud when it comes to night life."
Helen was feeling the strain of trying to make conversation with the man. Their interests were worlds apart. She decided it was time to search for common ground.
"Well, I don't know, Helen… You go ahead. I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Ah, come on! You can't let a lady drink alone!"
"I can't?" He grinned at her. He was beginning to notice the way her gown clung to Helen's lush curves. "Okay… just one."
"Good. I make a great manhattan. How will that be?"
"Just fine."
Helen had chosen manhattans because they were one of the surest ways she knew to get happy fast. She and her friend's husband made slightly strained conversation as they drank. Gradually, though, Harry seemed to grow more comfortable with Helen. He showed no sign of discomfort when she sat close beside him on the couch. In fact, she caught him sneaking sideways glances at her half-exposed tits more than once.
"You know, Harry, you're a very attractive man. Sometimes I think you don't appreciate that about yourself."
He flushed slightly. He didn't look at her as he replied. "I know my limitations, Helen. I've never exactly been a sex symbol. I'm too serious for most women. They think I have no sense of humor."
"Nonsense, Harry. You have a wonderful sense of humor. And you're so intelligent. A woman appreciates a man with a good intelligence."
He brightened. He looked the redhead right in the eyes this time. "Really? It doesn't bore them?"
"The ones who are too stupid to appreciate intelligence, sure, it bores them. But there are plenty of intelligent women around." She moved her chest the slightest bit closer to Harry. "I've always thought you were very… sexy, Harry."
He flushed a bright red. Helen was almost afraid she had gone too far too fast. But the extra-strong drink she had mixed was doing its job. He turned toward her and grabbed a tit.
"Hey, that's great, Helen. I've always thought you were sexy, too. You always look so damned good. You should have been a model, Helen."
The redhead thrust her chest directly into his grasp. His strong hands felt good on her. She experienced a surge of excitement that shot all the way down to her cunt and ricocheted back up. "Oooohh, Harry. It's awfully nice of you to say so, Harry."
"Beautiful tits! You've got beautiful tits, Helen." Her long nipples were standing erect against the thin material of her gown. He had been watching her breasts all evening. She never wore a bra and the soft sway of her tits reminded him he hadn't been laid for a week.
"Thank you, Harry." She brought her face close to his and waited. He looked at her for a moment, then his mouth bore down on hers. His tongue searched boldly inside the hot cavern of her mouth, challenging her tongue to a duel.
Helen was flabbergasted and delighted. From Emma's complaints, she had not expected Harry to be an aggressive lover. She had expected to have to do most of the seducing herself Harry was proving her all wrong. He was hungry, and he didn't mind showing it.
She was discovering the truth of the old adage, those who should know us best often know us least. In day-to-day proximity to someone, it's often the minute flaws we see, and not the whole person.
Harry somewhat startled himself by his behavior. In the three years of their marriage, he had never once even thought of fucking a woman other than Emma. Only now did he realize what had been missing from their relationship lately it was the thrill of discovery, the magnetism of being close to another sexual creature and deciding to explore that sexuality. Sex with Emma was mechanical. He guiltily recalled the night Emma had tried to vary their routine. He had balked. He had been unable to accept the kind of free sexuality in a wife that he could appreciate in the next-door neighbor.
He now realized there had been severe gaps in communication between himself and Emma. It was as much his fault as hers. He had grown to accept his wife as a certain kind of person. He had been afraid to see her change. The known was so much safer than the unknown.
Except when it came to sexy next-door neighbors.
For the first time in his life, Harry saw an opportunity to really let go sexually. To throw all caution and rules to the wind. He wanted to fuck this woman. And she obviously wanted to fuck him. He could tell by the way she was clawing at his body, opening the buttons of his shirt and wrestling with his fly.
"Oh, Harry! You're so strong! So… masterful!" He picked Helen up and laid her full-length on the couch. He grabbed hold of her robe and drew it up over her head. She was naked underneath. Her round ripe tits poked saucily up at him. Her belly flowed out firm and fiat from her taut waist. What beckoned him most was the bright red thatch of her cunt-hair. He wanted to eat her pussy! He wanted to taste her cunt-flesh!
He hastily undressed, scattering his clothes to left and right. He grinned with satisfaction to see Helen's eyes fixed on his erection. His tock had become hard the instant he touched her tit, and it had been throbbing with desire ever since.
"Ooohh, Harry… what a lovely cock you have!"
"Oooohh Helen what a beautiful little pussy you have!"
She parted her legs in invitation. He accepted at once. He knelt between her thighs and bent toward the beckoning triangle. His fingers spread her cunt-lips. The flesh inside was pink and inflamed, moist with passion. His tongue longed for the taste. He extended it and stabbed her hard little clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhh! Harry, that feels wonderful! Mmmmmm! You're making my clitoris so hard and excited!" Almost instantaneously, the woman was writhing in the throes of abandon. Helen had been waiting for this moment for almost a week. It had all the added stimulus of a fantasy come true.
Harry's tongue worked expertly up and down her tender cunt-flanges. It stabbed the sensitive flesh at unexpected moments, making her whole body shudder in response. The feel of his soft beard grazing her pussy was an extra titillation. Its light caresses were like feather-duster swathes on her cunt.
"Uuuuhh… oooohhhhhh!"
The thrill of making his redheaded neighbor tremble with passion made Harry's cock pulse mightily. He had never let himself toy with the idea of making love to another woman. He had tried to convince himself that Emma was enough for him. And in a way, she was. She kept him from dying of horniness. But she didn't give him the excitement he needed to really believe in himself as a man.
Helen's response left no doubt in his mind that he knew what to do to excite a woman. She was in his power, one hundred per cent.
He wanted to experiment with her… see how high he could get her. Her pussy tasted fine, but he wanted more. His mouth moved up over her stomach, caressed the little indentation of her navel. Even that seemed to drive her wild. She wriggled her body hungrily, thrust her belly button up against his tongue.
Helen was delighted with her find. She had set her sights on Harry Tate, expecting to find a sexual babe-in-the-woods. Now she was writhing in helpless passion under his mouth, greedy for whatever he intended to do to her. She gasped with delight as his mouth closed over a nipple and sucked.
The electric pleasure-jolts darted with lightning speed throughout her trembling body. It felt so good! Helen let her mind dwell on the sensations he was dealing her breasts… on his lips, his tongue, his cool breath. Each had their own special way of driving her to distraction.
"Ooooohh… oh Harry, I'm cumming, darling! Aaarrgghhhh!"
The young scientist could not believe his ears. He didn't know it was possible for a woman to cum just from having her breasts stimulated. He felt very proud of himself and his skill as a lover. He was beginning to realize he could do no wrong, if he followed the dictates of his sensuality.
The excitement of having this beauty writhing helplessly beneath him made his cock throb. It demanded attention. He crawled farther up over her and shoved his cock-head against her yielding cunt-opening. His turgid rod soared far up into her heated depths. Her cunt-walls squeezed his prick greedily.
"Aaiieeeee! Oh Helen, what a nice pussy you have! Uuuuhhh, good!" He began to fuck hard and deep into her. She replied with a mind-bogging wriggle of her ass that thrust her pussy up to meet his every instroke. "Jee-zuz, you're a sexy woman!" Harry had never felt so free, so sexy in his entire life. There was something about fucking a woman not his wife, right in his own living room, that excited the rogue inside Harry Tate. It was depraved, wicked by his traditional code of morality. But it was turning him on – to life, to himself. He felt like he could fuck the world right now.
"Oh… do it to me, Harry! Fuck me!"
With every ounce of energy he possessed, he did the woman's bidding. His stiff prick swelled to even greater hardness as it penetrated her clutching pussy again and again and yet again.
Emma was relieved to be getting home earlier than she had expected. It had been fun spending time with her mother. But she had gotten horny and she had missed her husband, and her lovers back home.
When her mother had accepted an invitation to take a trip to the lake with Emma's aunt and uncle, Emma had been only too pleased to oblige by leaving a couple of days early. She had been invited to go along too, but she maintained that Harry needed her. A good wife's place was at her husband's side. Even relatives couldn't argue with that.
Emma let herself in the front door, expecting to find Harry poring over his work in his den. She was totally unprepared for the sight on her living room couch.
Harry was fucking Helen with the tireless energy of a devoted lover. Helen was obviously loving every minute of it. She was moaning and writhing like a woman who has just discovered the joy of sex.
Emma's instant response was jealousy. This time, Helen had gone too far. It was one thing to horn in on her and Bob. It was another to shamelessly seduce her innocent husband. She looked doubtfully at the furiously fucking pair. It was a little hard at the moment to say who had seduced whom, but she was sure it had been Helen. Harry would never initiate a thing like this – would he?
Something inside Emma realized this was exactly what she had been saying she wanted Harry to do – to start getting interested in other women. But it was one thing to say so, and another to find her devoted husband in the arms of another woman.
"What the hell's going on here?" she shouted. She rushed over to the couch and tried to pull Harry off Helen.
Harry flushed with embarrassment and tried to pull away from Helen, but the redhead wouldn't release him.
"Who the hell do you think you're kidding, Emma?" Helen was mad. There would be no holds barred in this argument. Emma had interrupted her right on the verge of her second orgasm. "How many times have you fucked my Sam? And that salesman friend of yours, Bob? How dare you try to treat me and Harry as if we had done something bad to you? You've been fucking around for months!"
The fury in Helen's words and the look in Harry's eye made Emma pull back. Helen was right, and Harry was hurt. She had acted like a fool. She realized she had been trying to enforce a double standard – it was okay for her to fuck Helen's husband, but Helen should keep hands off hers. Unfair, no matter how she tried to rationalize it. "I'm sorry," she murmured. She slumped down into an armchair, and waited for the shit to hit the fan. Surely Harry would be furious with her.
"Is that true, Emma?" he asked quietly. "Have you been having affairs with other men?"
His voice was so hurt, so gentle, that Emma felt an immediate need to lash out at him. He was not going to make her feel guilty! "Yes, it's true! I couldn't just wither up and die in this house, Harry! I didn't have a career to occupy me! I needed something!"
"Didn't I make love to you often enough? Wasn't I good to you?"
"Sure, Harry! You were so good, I felt guilty at first. Then I realized I needed a life, too. I wasn't going to spend my life trying to communicate with a man who always had a book between us at the breakfast table."
"Don't you understand, Emma? It's my life's work. I'm good at it. I'm doing things to help people. I thought you were proud of me." His voice was beginning to betray anger, frustration. Emma's accusations were striking like a bolt out of the blue.
"Look, you guys… maybe I better be going." Helen realized the mood she and Harry had established could not be revived tonight. She didn't want to be around when Emma's husband digested the full impact of what his wife had been up to. Even mild Harry Tate might have a raging bull lurking inside. She had already established he was part tiger.
Emma and Harry didn't pay any attention to her leave taking. She was glad. It was better this way. Husband and wife had things to work out.
Harry and Emma sat silent in the living room for a long time. Sometimes they glared at each other. Sometimes they looked away, became absorbed in their own thoughts.
There was a chasm between them. Neither dared to try to bridge it.
"Coming to bed?" Emma asked at last. She wanted to make a truce. She was feeling small and frightened. She wanted to curl up in Harry's arms.
"You go on, Emma. I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I've got things to think about."