The wedding was over. Linda and Bill were gone. The guests were gone. Only Helen, Dan, and the best man were left in the church basement, and it was letdown time.
"What's on your schedule now, Tom?" Dan asked.
"Probably go back to the motel and get my stuff. I might cruise up to Chicago. My mother lives in Chicago."
"You can do all that tomorrow. Let's all go to a bar and have a couple of drinks. I have the blahs."
Tom looked at Helen, who was already feeling pretty good.
"Sounds great," she said.
"Okay," Tom said.
They went to one of the hotel bars downtown. It was always dimly lighted.
They had finished their first round when Dan pushed back his chair. "Hey, that was Ed Reeves that just came in, I need to talk to him. Order another round and I'll be right back." He got up from the table and went over to the bar.
Helen looked at Tom and Tom looked at Helen. "Let's dance," Tom said. They went to the floor and he took her in his arms, glancing at the bar. Dan had his back turned to them. Tom kissed her hard; she responded.
Ed Reeves was facing Dan and he could see the dance floor. He had never considered Helen Palmer for a possible affair. Now he decided it was time to reconsider the situation. He had seen them kiss, and now they were dancing; well, sort of dancing. The young stud had his knee pushed well between her legs and she was all but riding on his well-muscled thigh.
When Dan glanced at the dance floor, he saw his wife humping Tom Henderson's leg. He felt instant anger, then a surge of excitement in his nuts. When Tom started to turn his head, Dan turned back to the bar. He saw that Ed Reeves was looking at him and knew that he had seen them, too. He hoped no one else was looking.
"Your wife dances well." Ed said.
"Yes, she does," Dan snapped.
"They're kissing now."
"Mind your own business, Ed," Dan said, his voice a low growl.
Ed Reeves chuckled and looked at his watch. "I have to be going, Dan," he said, then he was gone.
Dan stood at the bar for a minute before he looked around again. She had her arms around his neck and, Jesus, they were all but fucking. Dan stood at the bar until the music stopped, then turned and went back to the table. His cock was as stiff as a board.
Helen and Tom came back and sat down. Helen looked radiant.
"You look happy, Helen," Dan said.
"I'm drunk," Helen said.
"Let's go home," Dan said.
"Let's finish our drinks first. We just got here."
"Sure. I meant you too, Tom."
"Really, I…" Tom stammered.
"Yes, Tom, come with us. We can dance at home and get drunk and…" She didn't know what they could do with Dan along, but she didn't want to let go yet. She didn't realize that Dan had been watching them.
On the drive home, Dan could sense Tom's uneasiness. It surprised him how cool Helen was, but of course she was pretty well looped.
Tom sat on the couch and Helen sat beside him while Dan went to the stereo and slipped in a cassette. "Why don't you two dance while I go in the den and mix some drinks," Dan said.
When Dan returned, he stood just outside the door and peeked in. The light in the room was dim, but he could see they were dancing very close. Helen had her arms around his neck and her head on his chest. Tom was clutching her buttocks, pulling her tightly against him. Dan entered the room.
They sat on the couch and drank their drinks. Dan put his hand on her thigh. "You look flushed, Helen. It's too hot in here for that jacket. I never did like a woman in a suit, anyway."
He unbuttoned the jacket and pushed it down off her shoulders. Helen's blouse was very sheer, and she wore no bra. Her tits were round and full, hanging loose, and her nipples looked like big, brown marbles pressing against the thin blouse.
"When did you start going without a bra?" Dan asked.
"Oh, I – well, I'm not sure, but I often don't wear one when I wear a coat. A bra makes me sweat."
"Hey, honey, I like it. Looks great. She's got great tits, doesn't she, Tom?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah," Tom stammered.
"Listen, why don't you two dance again; the music is great. I'll get some more booze. Helen loves to dance, but I hate it."
Dan lied; he loved to dance. Helen knew he was lying and wondered what he was up to, but all of a sudden she didn't care. She wanted to have fun, be loose and uninhibited.
She got to her feet. "Come on, honey," she said, reaching out for Tom. "The master has spoken." She pulled him in tight the minute he got up. "Go mix more drinks, Dan. I want to be alone with my young stud."
Dan grinned and gathered up the glasses. He stood just outside the door watching.
"What's he up to?" Tom said. "Maybe I better go."
"I haven't the faintest idea, but it's obvious that he wanted you to see my tits. He knew I wasn't wearing a bra. I don't want you to go; I want to have fun." She slid her hand down along his hip, then in between their bodies. His zipper came down and her hand was inside. "Besides, if he gets mad, you're young and strong, you can whip his ass. Kiss me, darling."
He kissed her, lightly at first, then harder as her hand moved inside his fly, palming his glans, sliding easily back and forth over the sensitive knob. He groaned.
Dan stood watching. He could see her hand was between them, see that it was moving. He could hardly believe his eyes; she was rubbing his cock! Dan's cock reared hard inside his pants.
Tom was fondling her tits through her blouse, and she had his cock out in her hand. Jesus, he had a big cock. Dan coughed and watched Tom scramble to stuff away his pecker. He came into the room and put the drinks on the coffee table. The couple returned to the couch.
Helen grabbed her glass and took a long drink. "I want to get good and drunk," she said.
"I want you to get drunk, honey. Get drunk and have a good time. Jesus, you look flushed. It's too warm in here."
He started to unbutton her blouse down the back. When he had it unbuttoned all the way, he pushed it forward and off her shoulders. "Take it off, honey; you'll feel better," he urged.
Helen looked at her husband, giggled, then let the blouse slide off.
"Jesus Christ, what tits," he said, then he leaned forward and took one of the protruding nipples in his mouth. He put his hand under her skirt, sliding all the way to the crotch of her panties. The crotch was wet. "Kiss her other nipple, Tom. Suck it good," he said, sitting up straight again.
Tom looked at the man with disbelief, then shrugged and said, "What the fuck." His mouth closed over the end of her tit.
Helen moaned, thrusting her tit against Tom's mouth. His tongue rolled back and forth across her nipple, bringing it to instant hardness. He reached over and cupped her other breast, his fingers rolling and pinching at the nipple.
Dan grinned, his cock bulging inside his pants. He played with her twat through her soaking panties. Even Linda hadn't stimulated him this much.
Helen reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her navel. Her fingers dug under the band of her panties, trying to get them down. "Take off my pants, Dan!" she cried, "Feel my pussy! Play with my cunt."
She raised her rump from the couch and Dan skinned her panties down her thighs. They fell to her ankles and she quickly kicked them off. Her legs fell open, displaying her wet, hairy pussy to both men.
Dan unzipped his pants, reeled out his prick, and put her hand on the throbbing rod. "Play with my cock, jerk it good," he said, then slid his hand between her legs. One finger, then two went up inside her cunt.
She started stroking, rolling the foreskin. She let her other hand wander across Tom's lap and tugged at his zipper. She withdrew his cock from the gaping fly, wrapped her fingers around the thick stem, and with a smile of contentment, started stroking both cocks.
"Is it exciting to play with two cocks at once?" Dan asked.
"God, yes – twice as exciting as playing with one!" she cried.
"Maybe Linda is jacking off Bill at this minute."
"Oh, no, Dan, he's probably ramming it into her."
"God, that boy is going to get his pecker fucked off tonight."
"Yes – Jesus, she'll fuck him silly. I wonder how big his prick is?" Helen was terribly excited and started jerking her hands faster.
"Oh, shit, baby, I'm about to come!" Dan cried.
Helen stopped. "No, don't come yet. Fuck me first."
"I want Tom to fuck you. He's our guest."
"Okay," Helen said quickly. Her hand started pumping rapidly.
Dan lifted up, pushing into her moving hand. He gave a grunt and the thick, white stuff squirted into the air. It came down on her wrist, the rest boiling out of the end of his cock and running down over her fist. She pumped until his prick, her hand and the front of his pants were slippery with the slimy goo.
Dan got to his feet, and without a word, Tom pushed Helen onto her back and climbed between her legs. Dan heard the sounds of hard cock slamming into a wet cunt and he watched Tom's long cock slide effortlessly into his wife's cunt.
"Yes, yes – push it in, harder, harder! Oh, Tommy, wonderful, wonderful! It feels so good, darling – fuck me, fuck me!"
Dan heard his wife's cries of lust, saw her legs come up to get the young man's big cock in all the way. He knew he was responsible for this. He'd brought the man here to fuck her; it was what he had wanted. He saw Helen jerking, her mouth open, and he knew Tom would bring her off quick. He knew Tom wasn't too far away either, and would soon be spurting his seed inside his wife's belly.
He picked up the glasses. "I'll get us another round. Have a good fuck," he said.
When he returned, they were finished. They lay still, wetly kissing each other's mouths, Tom's softening cock still in her cunt. He put the glasses on the table and stroked his prick. It was half hard.
"Oh, Tommy, darling, that was so good. I came so hard. It was much better than the other time," Helen said.
"He's fucked you before?" Dan cried.
Helen looked at her husband, her eyes glazed with booze. "Yes, honey. He fucked me in the church the day you didn't come to practice. I wanted his prick, I wanted him to fuck me." She reached up and took his cock in her hand. "Gee, you're getting hard again, honey. You never did before. Do you went me to jerk you off again?"
"No, I want to fuck you!"
"Better than that, I'll fuck you. Lay on the floor and I'll get on top."
Dan got on the floor and Helen straddled him. She pulled on his cock until it was good and hard, then she let herself down on the standing thing. When it was all the way in, she sat up straight, bouncing on her haunches, then she reached for Tom's cock.
"Come and stand in front of me, Tom," she said.
Tom got to his feet and stood in front of her, a foot on each side of Dan's chest. Helen took his prick, still limp, and drew it into her mouth. She bounced on her husband's cock while she sucked. It thrilled her to feel Tom's prick swell in her mouth. The feeling was growing in her cunt again and she knew she would make it. Tom's cock was hard in her mouth, almost choking her, and Dan's prick was swelling up for an explosion in her pussy. She wanted to fuck all night, fuck until there wasn't any feeling left.
Dan's cock started spurting first. His cock went limp and was slipping out when Tom poured into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, swallowing his stuff as fast as it came out.
Dan tried to fuck her again, but couldn't keep it up. He passed out and rolled off the couch onto the floor. He had hazy recollections of Tom and Helen dancing in the nude.
When Dan awakened the next morning, he was naked and cold, and he had a terrible headache. He remembered the events of the night and was glad Peter had stayed with a buddy. He just hoped the kid wasn't home yet. He pulled on his pants and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. It was almost noon.
After he had a couple of cups of black coffee, he went to look for his wife. He found her in bed with Tom. His presence made her stir, and then she sat up, rubbed at her eyes.
"Oh, Dan," she said when she saw her husband. "Good morning."
"It's noon," Dan said. "I have to go down to the office for a while this afternoon."
"Okay. Jesus, I really feel shitty."
"You drank too much. Take a shower and I'll boil you a couple of eggs."
"Okay," she said again, and threw back the cover. Tom lay on his back, his limp prick flopped across a thigh. Helen let her hand stray onto his belly, down into his pubic hair, and then she gave his cock a quick squeeze. She got out of bed.
Dan frowned and left the room.
When Helen came down to the kitchen, her hair was still damp from the shower. Her robe was loosely tied, half her big tits in view. She sat down.
"That was some orgy we had last night," he said.
"I don't want to talk about it now," she snapped. "My fucking head is pounding. Worst fucking hangover I've had in years."
Dan wasn't used to her talking dirty, and it annoyed him now. "Maybe you need a shot. You know, hair of the dog," he said.
"I won't want a fucking drink for a long time."
She had drunk three cups of coffee and finished her eggs when Tom came into the kitchen. He was dressed.
"Good morning. How does everyone feel?" he said.
"I feel like hell," Helen said. One of her boobs was almost out of her robe.
Dan noticed she made no attempt to cover herself. "I feel fine," he said.
"Relax and have something to eat. I'll fix you a couple of eggs," Helen said.
Dan watched her at the stove, cooking the eggs, dropping a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. When she brought the food to Tom, her robe hung open, her hairy pussy dark and inviting in the open gap. He wasn't sure he liked the new Helen, maybe he'd been hasty last night. "I've got to get down to the office. Want me to drive you to your motel, Tom?"
"Let the man eat his breakfast, for Christ's sake. You can wait, or he can take a cab, or I can drive him in my car."
"I really should be going," Dan said hesitantly.
"So go," Helen said.
The men shook hands and Dan started to leave. He stopped at the door. "Bet you don't make Chicago tonight."
"I'm sure gonna try," Tom said.
Helen sat in the chair beside Tom while he finished his food. Peter came bursting into the kitchen through the back door dribbling a basketball.
"Don't bounce the ball in the house," Helen cried, pulling her robe closed, then clamping her hands over her ears.
"Okay Mom."
"Where have you been, anyway?"
"I spent the night at Bob's. We shot baskets all morning." He gave the ball a couple of bounces, grimaced, remembering. "Sorry, Mom, forgot. Hi, Tom. Where's Dad?"
"He just left. Had to go to the office," Helen said.
Peter was gone before Tom could answer.
"God, you're lovely in the morning, Helen," Tom said. "That black hair still damp from the shower, no make-up – Jesus."
Helen leaned forward, her eyes soft and dreamy, and they kissed long and hard.
"Oooh, Tom, you're such a good kisser. Do it again," Helen said softly.
They kissed again, Tom's tongue wet, probing, licking.
"I'd better call a cab and get out of here before we get carried away. Peter might not approve."
"I'll drive you."
"You don't have to."
"I said I'll drive you." She got to her feet and grabbed his hand. "Come on, Peter will never miss us."
On the drive to the motel, Tom sat close to her and felt her belly, her tits, and her pussy. When they stopped in front of his unit, they embraced.
"Come in for a minute," Tom said.
"God, Tom, I really shouldn't."
In the motel room, Tom took a bottle from his open suitcase. "Let's have a toast to the beautiful music we make together."
"Jesus, I couldn't. The thought makes me sick."
"Just one. It'll perk you up."
Helen took a swallow from the tumbler. She made a gesture towards the picture in a gold frame on the motel bureau. It was of a blonde woman, chubby faced, but quite beautiful.
"It's my mother," Tom said. He took a large manila envelope out of his suitcase. "Here's a better one," he said, handing her a photo.
It was the same woman standing with her hands on her hips. She was naked, her tits large, her cunt muff thick and darker than the hair on her head.
"Tom, not of your own mother!"
"Sure, why not? She's built a lot like you."
"Better," Helen said quickly. She remembered her escapade with her son and reddened.
"Would you like to see some more?" Tom asked.
"Yes," she said, and took a mouthful of whiskey.
He brought out several, each getting more lewd than the one before: spread shots, sitting, lying down, and finally one with her finger-fucking herself. Then he produced one with a big, heavyset man on top of her. They were kissing, her legs around his back, his cock buried deep. "I took the pictures myself."
"Is the man your father?"
"No. He's my uncle. Dad's older brother."
"Jesus Christ!" Helen gasped. "Show me some more." She was terribly excited now, her cunt twitching and full of fire.
The next one was a close-up of his mother sucking a cock, a big cock.
"Uncle Harry's really got a big prick," he said.
The next was with a much younger man, someone about Tom's age. She was on all fours and he was fucking her from the rear.
"That's my roomy my freshman year at college. He spent the Christmas vacation with us."
"Where was your father all this time?"
"He spends a lot of time on the road. Mother is a very hot woman and needs lots of fucking."
"Did you ever take Bill home with you?"
"No, I don't think Bill would approve."
"The dumb bastard," Helen said. "Maybe Linda's mother can change that." She smiled and let her robe slip off her shoulders. "Show me the rest of them."
The next dozen pictures were each with a different man, some young, some older. The next was of Tom himself, standing straight and tall, his mother on her knees before her naked son, his long cock sunk deep in her mouth.
"I didn't take that one," he said, grinning.
"I can see that. God, Tom, did it feel good?"
"Wow! My mother is one fine cocksucker, Helen."
Helen tore Tom's pants open. His cock was hard as a bat. She masturbated him slowly while he showed her the rest of the pictures. They were all of Tom and his mother, fucking, sucking each other.
Tom stood up and started to undress. "Let's fuck, Helen. I'm hotter than a ten-peckered billy goat."
Helen drained her glass, her head reeling. She was drunk again and good and hot, even if her pussy was sore.
"I'm a tittle sore from last night, honey, so take it easy at first," she said.
Tom came down on top of her and pressed in. She was wet and he had no trouble, his cock going to the hilt with one hard push.
Helen gasped; she was tender down there, and God, it hurt, not much, but some. When he hit bottom, it felt better. She felt the long prick probing, pushing, in and out, in and out.
"Now it's feeling better, good, yeah – oh, lots better!" she grunted. "Good, good! Jesus yes! Oh, Tom, fuck me! Yes, yes! Oh, God, honey, I love this; do it, do it!"
Helen closed her eyes, rolling her body under the hard young man, hunching up to meet his thrusts, her knees up high to get all of him inside. "Oh, Tom, Tom, that feels so good, so fucking good. Am I as good as your mother?"
"That's an unfair question," he said, grunting each time he shoved in. "But yes, you are. And you're the only other woman that I can say that about."
"I'm glad. Am I better than Linda?"
"Fuck yes. She's good, but she needs more experience. Well, not more experience; she had plenty of that, but more maturity. I prefer a mature woman. You're so soft, so womanly, so perfect."
"Oooh, Tommy, darling, I think I love you."
"Honey, I think from now on you're going to love any man or boy who will fuck you."
"Yes, yes, maybe you're right," she said, lifting her ass to meet the smash of his groin. She let her mind wander to the thought of other men – and boys – fucking her, and she started to come. Her come was hard, a crashing come, as fine as she had ever had. "Oh, oh, I'm making it, darling! God, I love this feeling!" she cried.
"That's why you're so good: you love it. You don't just like it, you love it. I'm pretty close; will you finish me in your mouth if I pull out?"
"Of course – anything!"
He pulled out and rolled off onto his back. Helen hovered over his standing prick for a moment and then closed her mouth down over the slimy pole. It tasted of sex, wet and slick and swimming in the white gooey slime from her pussy. She cleaned it quickly, taking it deep throat and then sliding up until she held only the thick head. She sucked at the head, squeezing the shaft until the piss-slit opened and spurted the thick stuff out in huge gobs. She savored the thick glue, sucking until she had a mouthful and then let the hot stuff slide down her throat. It left a burning sensation all the way down. It was wonderful sucking a man's cock, not degrading, but wonderful.
"You should do that to Peter, Helen. It will make a real man out of him," Tom said.
Helen nodded her head, her mouth still filled with the oozing head of Tom's prick. She had every intention of doing it to Peter… again.
"And have someone take some pictures. I'd like to see them," Tom added.
Again Helen nodded her head. Maybe she could get Dan to take them. She released his cock and rolled over, exhausted.
"Let's rest a while," she said.
"I really don't think I can get it up again, honey. Besides, I've got to get down the road to Chicago. My mother is waiting."
"You could go down on me. I want to come off one more time with you before you go."
"Okay," he said.
Tom started kissing her belly, his lips dancing at the edge of her pubic bush. Helen felt the excitement knot in her belly and her hands went to the back of his head.
"Yes, go down on me! Eat me! Make me come again!"
Dan hadn't gone to the office; he sat in his car across the street from the motel. He had watched them go into the motel. He was angry, yet his cock was hard as a board. Helen was doing what he had wanted her to do; she was fucking with other men. He wasn't sure he liked it. He took out his cock and started to jack off, wishing that Linda was back from her honeymoon.
Tom will never make Chicago tonight, he thought, as the come spurted from his cock onto the steering wheel. It was a good come, very satisfying. He decided he enjoyed jacking off while his wife fucked with another man. From now on, though, she would have to let him watch.