Thinking of Helen

Peter’s wife greeted him in her black negligee
when he arrived from his meeting with Helen.
He could not bear to shower or wash
away the memory of Helen’s pussy.
His wife gives him a slow teasing kiss.
She strokes his cheek and looks in his eyes.
She says, ‘I can’t wait to smell your pubes’ .

When at the coffee table., she pours them wine.
Her matching black panties d**** from the arm
of her chair by her elbow as she raises her glass.
They are not there for him to ignore.
She follows his eyes as he brings them to bear.
Her nipples are prominent under thin black silk.
She breathes in deeply then lets out a sigh,
‘I feel so relaxed. I’ve just brought myself off.’

She leans to pour wine to advantage her cleavage.
He is thinking of Helen, he is thinking of her.
‘I’m a little shickered. I have to confess.
Even since I had my Brazilian last week,
Peter, I constantly think of your tongue.’
She holds up her panties, then throws them across.
‘I can just melt when you look at me there.’

She watches him over the rim of her glass.
He holds her black panties up to his face
as she deliberately opens her thighs.
Although he’s had Helen he’s feeling aroused.
His wife is relaxed in her confident body.
Hairless, she helps his recrupative powers.
“Peter, stand up and take your clothes off.”

His fine cock is swollen but not fully stiff.
She has freed her breasts from her negilee.
She gestures for him to stand before her.
and she buries her nose in his pubic hair.
He knows it is there he reeks most of Helen.
Her act makes his cock completely erect.
‘Now Peter fuck me. I am your other woman!’

Peter’s cock that fucked Helen fucks wife’s cunt..
Helen’s man fucks her cunt where Peter has cum.