Helen of Troy Ch. 02: Her Version

PROLOGUE

To get more out of Part 2, it's a good idea to read Part 1 first. There is a lot of backstory that, for the sake of brevity so to spare the reader, I won't repeat in this Part.

This is Helen's account of her date with her former friend-with-benefits Greg, compiled from our many intimate discussions.

As I mentioned in Part 1, this account is about extramarital sex, just some of the topics that this category of 'Loving Wives' is all about. If this bothers you, then just don't read beyond this point... keep your comments to yourself... and look for reading fare in other categories.

For all others, enjoy.

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Everything that my husband related in Part 1 about my sexual life prior to meeting him... and after meeting him... is true. And, yes, I did develop a fascination with his tales of his multi-partner sexual encounters, especially the account of his threesome with his first wife. I had never known anyone that had actually ever had those kinds of experiences. I was a bit uncertain of what to think or how to feel, but I can say that I found it to be erotic that a man loved his wife enough to allow her the pleasure of letting her have sex with another man. It planted a small seed in my mind that I wasn't sure would grow... and if it did, whether it would become a weed or an exotic flower. In hindsight, it's a flower.

The more that my husband and I talked about my prior experiences with Greg, the more I recalled how it made me feel. I felt attractive, womanly, and alive. He had seen me without any clothes, and his cock found its way into my body on many occasions. We had very, very good sex. My encounters with him always left me in a state of bliss, and I felt warm all over when I orgasmed from his fucking... and from knowing that his sperm was in my pussy. I was on the pill, so I was happy to let him fill me with his cum. I came hard every time he erupted inside of me.

It also made me feel quite free as a woman when, after I lost my first husband, and after I started seeing the man that would eventually become my husband, I was alternately spending nights with two men. I had quite a sex drive, and I was getting a lot of sex at that time.

I was very unsure as to whether Greg would be open to my suggestion about seeing him again after a couple of years had passed. Once I got the greenlight from my husband... and when I felt confident that it wouldn't hurt the man that I loved... I had to take it step by step, feeling Greg out. It went a lot smoother than I had anticipated. That was a good sign. My husband was right in that men generally don't easily forget the encounters that they have with lovers... at least GOOD men don't. Greg was a good man.

He was very happy to spend 'safe' moments with me in conversation over the phone or over a cup of coffee. He would never hesitate to accept my invitation, reassuring me that he wanted to see me.

One afternoon at the coffee shop, I mustered the courage up to ask him if he thinks often about the moments that we spent together. He gave me a bit of a blank look as if silently asking, "Moments?" Sensing his uncertainty, I then said, "You know... our 'moments'," adding a smile and a 'look' at the end.

His blank expression turned to a slight smile. He nodded. "I do. A lot. That's something that I can't ever not think about whenever I think of you, and especially when I see you. Just talking over coffee can't be done without me reminiscing about those 'moments', as you call them... if that's what you're talking about."

"It is what I'm talking about," I smiled back.

"Why do you ask?" Greg inquired.

"Like you, I can't think of you at all without thinking of those times. They were so nice, and made me feel good mentally and physically. I miss them," I offered. "Do you miss them?"

"Hell, yes, I miss them. Why? Where is the conversation going?" he asked.

"Well, I first have to tell you a little bit about my husband." With that, I shared what I could about my husband... about his sexual fantasies, experiences, desires, and libido, ending with, "He knows about our past, even the most recent visits while he and I started dating."

"He knows about that? Why did you share that with him?"

"Greg, he's fine. He understands. He has a very open mind about sex. He realizes that many see it as an expression of love and commitment, and many also see it as a form of recreation. He knows that the lines get blurred. He even asked for some details about us just to stoke his imagination. He likes to form pictures in his mind about what it might have looked like... to have been a fly on the wall. He seems to get some amount of enjoyment in knowing that his wife is able to have the same sexual fun that he did when he was in his first marriage. He wants to know that his wife is a very sexual creature. And, honestly... I think that I would like that, too!"

"So," Greg began, "what are you telling me?"

"I guess what I'm saying," I answered, "is that if you are wanting to pick up where we left off with having more of those moments, we could. But, I have to be very truthful about it with him. His first wife ruined it for him. If this is to happen, it must be done with respect, honesty, and transparency."

"What does he want... how does he want.... I... I'm not sure what to ask or to say. How does this play out?" he asked.

"He would prefer being part of the moment. He always liked watching his wife enjoy the attention of two men at the same time... and sometimes he liked just sitting back and watching his wife have a man all to herself. There were times, he said, where he would let her go visit someone that he knew of, and trusted, to have privacy. But, on those occasions, he wanted his wife to come back with a good story since he couldn't see it for himself, and so had to paint pictures in his mind. Any questions on any of this? I know this is a lot all at once," I said.

Greg replied, "Yeah, it's a lot. I can tell you that I had never had any notions of another man in my presence. I never thought about it. I guess that I'm more of the one-on-one kind of guy. It would probably be easier that way for me... at least in the beginning."

"Then I have a suggestion... an idea... that we could discuss," I shared.

"Okay..?" Greg said.

"What if you and I went on sort of a date? Maybe go out to dinner, maybe drinks, maybe see where that leads to. Would you be open to that?"

"Of course I would. I definitely want to do this. I missed having those times with you. Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked.

"Well, I get a bit turned on just thinking about the visuals that our times together left me with, and I get quite aroused, Greg. Yes, I want to do this. Again, it's with my husband's understanding and consent, and you're not married. So, this is not cheating, and we don't have to sneak around behind anyone's back. We can make it a very nice evening between two very dear friends, and do this the right way, yes?"

"Okay. I'm willing and wanting to. Now, logistics. I need some idea as to your thoughts on how to go about this," Greg said.

I said, "Assuming that we'll have dinner, we need to meet out of the county to be discreet. I don't want to take any chances. We can maybe find a nice restaurant that has live entertainment and a nice bar. A couple of cocktails will help calm any jitters that either of us might have. And we can talk about whatever we want to talk about. And, presuming that we'll want to spend some private time in each other's company, we can either find a room in that town, or we can come back to your place... your choice."

Greg liked the plan.

We finished our coffee, and left. I don't know what he was thinking about on his way to his next stop, but I was anxious and quite euphoric over our chat. I felt elated that he still found me sexually attractive. I had one image after another in my thoughts of past times when he and I had sex. I was getting quite wet, I was sure. I couldn't wait to share the news with my husband.

A date was set, and plans were made. My husband was seemingly upbeat about my activities as I prepared for the dinner with Greg. I let him poke his head in from time to time as I dressed. He greatly approved of my dress. I had purchased some new sexy undergarments. I would be in blue for the night. I wore blue very well, especially this one dress that made me look quite svelte.

My husband went downstairs as I applied my finishing touches. I did my lipstick, and put a scent on that I know my husband likes, then headed downstairs. I was met with a big grin on his face. He approved. I found it unusually odd and exciting at the same time... odd that he's watching his wife prepare to likely go have a sexual experience with another man, and exiting that he is enjoying this, and is happy for me that I'll have a night to remember.

On my drive to the restaurant in a large town in the next county over, I could only picture in my mind how the night might go. I recalled how his cock looked and felt, and was looking forward to feeling it again.

We decided to go back to his place for after-dinner cocktails, and maybe have a drink or two before dinner. I received a text from Greg, letting me know that he was waiting for me in the bar. As I walked in, I spotted him at a table on the other side of the room. As I walked through, I could sense that some of the men's eyes locked on me, following me each step of the way.

Greg stood up, nicely dressed in dress slacks, a dress shirt, and a coat, which is something that he rarely does.

While waiting for our table in the dining room, we found a table in the lounge area, and each had one drink to take the edge off the evening. We engaged in small talk until the table near us cleared when the guests were called to their tables. Then we began talking in earnest about the evening.

"We're really going to do this?" I asked Greg.

"I'm hoping so. I have not been able to quit thinking about this at all. I want tonight to go so very well," Greg answered. "I can't get you out of my mind, Helen. I want this so very much. I hope you do, too."

"I do," I replied with a smile. I held my cocktail out to him, and said, "To 'moments'... old and new!"

He clicked his glass lightly against mine, saying, "To 'moments'!"

We ordered a second drink, but had to take them with us to our table. We didn't waste time in finishing those. We both wanted to relax.

We made it through dinner, but the anticipation began to grow between us. We decided to not waste any more time, finished our dinner, then drove to his home separately.

We arrived at the same time, and didn't waste any time in going into Greg's house. No sooner had the door closed than his lips were pressing to mine, his tongue searching for my tongue. His arms wrapped around my back, his hands on my ass, almost pinning my arms to my sides. I was able to move my hands to his hips, drawing his pelvis into mine.

Through his pants, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my abdomen. How I missed that cock of his. I wanted to take it out, but couldn't move my arms much more than that.

He took my hand, led me down the hallway to his bedroom, and then over beside his king bed.

He began moving his hands up and down my back from my ass to the top of my dress, and then back down again. On the next move up my dress, his hands found the zipper at the top. I felt him working the zipper slowly down. Once it got to the bottom just above my ass, he began caressing up and down my semi-bare back, occasionally working his fingers under my bra straps. The front of my dress remained in place until he stepped back from me, and lifted the sleeves off my shoulders, lowering the top down to my waist, exposing my bra-clad breasts.

With a deep sigh, he just smiled.

He placed his hands on my waist over my hips, then began caressing up my tummy, past my rib cage, and eventually up under my bra. It felt so exciting when his fingers found my nipples.

With a quick, gentle move, he lifted my bra up over my breasts, exposing them completely to his hands.

After kneading my tits and caressing my nipples for a few minutes, he reached around me to unclasp the back of my bra. I pulled the straps off my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. He bowed his head down to my tits, found one nipple with his lips, and began gently sucking on it. It was electrifying! I could sense that my pussy was getting very wet from his ministrations as well as from the anticipation that his cock would soon be sliding into my body.

As he was sucking on my breasts, I reached down and pushed the dress over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. I now stood in front of him, dressed only in my panties and high heels since I had decided to go without nylons that evening.

He stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around me again, his hands going down to my ass. This time, though, his hands found their way inside my panties, cupping and massaging my ass cheeks. The action of my cheeks pressing together and apart stimulated my vaginal area. I could feel my wetness on the outer lips of my pussy as they rubbed together from his ministrations.

He knelt in front of me, lowered my panties to my ankles, and leaned forward to kiss my pubic mound. I was beginning to feel the beginnings of what could only be an orgasm.

I wanted to slow my approaching orgasm down, so I beckoned him to stand up. Once he was up, I began to undress him. He was finally down to his boxer briefs, and I could clearly see his engorged cock pressing through the thin material.

As I lowered the waistband of his briefs, the head of his cock came into view. I caught my breath. It was just as I remembered... a magnificent fleshy, dark-red head with that one eye looking up at me. I continued to lower his briefs until that swollen cock of his pointed straight at me, and twitching with every beat of his heart.

I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around his cock. I sucked it while bobbing my head up and down on it. After a few minutes, I could sense him beginning to move his hips so to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I just sucked him harder. His thrusts began to get urgent, and I sucked even harder.

With a grunt and a gasp, he began to unload his pent-up sperm into my mouth, and I hungrily swallowed every jet that he pumped. I don't normally swallow, but I couldn't resist. It just felt so hot to do that.

After his spasms subsided, I began licking around his cock to get every ounce of his cum. His cock began to deflate a little, so I asked him to lick my pussy to pass some time, allowing his cock to recharge.

We removed the remnants of our clothing from each other, and I marveled at his nakedness. It was a turn-on to realize that I, too, was completely naked to his eyes... the first male eyes that got to see me this way since I married my husband. And, more so, these eyes were not those of my husband. Erotic!

I layed back on the bed, and lifted my legs into the air so that he could get to my pussy, and then I could lower my legs on his shoulders. He got into position, and his tongue went to work, licking up and down my labia, inside my clit folds, and probing my vagina. He quickly brought me to an intense orgasm that didn't seem like it was going to end. He kept licking, but I had to beg him to stop because it was becoming too intense. My pussy continued to tingle for what seemed like two or three minutes after.

We both scooted back on the bed, laying side by side, caressing and kissing each other for many minutes. I began fondling his cock, and it began to swell again. I got in position to suck it. As I sucked, it began to stiffen in my mouth.

Once it was hard, I rolled him onto his back, straddled myself over his hips, facing him, and lowered myself down to just above his cock. I reached down to take his cock in my hand, and rubbed the head against my pussy opening, moistening the head with my juices. There was a lot of liquid coming out of me, so the head got thoroughly wet.

I slid myself down over the head. As it disappeared into my cunt, I let out a loud, long sigh. "You have no idea how much I missed this!" I offered, and impaled myself down over the rest of his shaft until he was fully inside of me.

We held that position, just relishing the moment of being sexually-conjoined once again. Looking into each other's eyes, we just smiled.

I began rocking my pelvis over his cock, and he began pistoning his hips up into my pussy, driving his cock into me as I rocked myself back onto it. We enjoyed that position for several minutes, taking our time, and savoring each stroke.

Greg took hold of my hips, and rolled me over onto my back, managing to keep me impaled on his cock. We were now in the missionary position, my favorite. Greg began pumping his cock into me, and I could feel it plumbing the depths of my pussy. It filled me.

I moved my hips as best as I could to fuck him back. It was such an erotic sight to see his naked body over my nakedness, my legs spread apart for him, and his hips between them as he drove his large cock in and out of me. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to those wonderful orgasms that I remembered. After a couple more minutes of fucking each other, that cock of his brought me over the edge, and I came hard on it as it pounded into me.

He continued to fuck me beyond my orgasm for another minute or two. His strokes became slower and more powerful. He moaned, and I knew that, at that very moment, he was pumping his sperm into my waiting body once again. Oh, how I longed for his seed to fill my pussy.

He pumped, and pumped, and pumped. After several thrusts, he was spent, and I began to feel his jism working its way out of my pussy, and past my ass onto his bed. It was like old times, creating wet spots on his bed. I was feeling such joy.

We were by no means done, though. It had been far too long since we fucked. I knew that we likely might fuck again... we hadn't discussed it... but I wanted to get the most out of this sexual night as if it was our last.

We fucked a few more times. Greg always had staying power. He came, I came, and he came again.

Time got away from us, and I was a little amazed at how late it was... almost 1:30 am. We had been fucking almost nonstop the entire time. But I had to go.

I cleaned up a bit, but not completely. Having listened carefully to my husband, I knew that he just might get a thrill at me bringing home some proof that I fucked someone. I left a little of Greg's cum in me.

Greg and I passionately kissed at the front door. I slipped out, got in my car, and drove home.

As I suspected, my husband was awake, and waiting for me. I could sense that he could see the "I've been fucked" look in my clothes, hair, and grin. He was anxious to hear about my evening... all of the details... and to fuck me. When he did plunge his cock into me, he certainly felt Greg's semen in my pussy, semen that helped lubricate his cock as he added his own to my pussy as he fucked me to 'reclaim' my pussy as his.

What a fucking great night... or a great fucking night!

And what a wonderful, caring, understanding, loving husband.

On that note, I know that my husband's ultimate wish was to gift to me the pleasure of a menage a trois. My husband says to look for Chapter 3 down the road.