A Sexual Twist

"I have to get all the small hairs now and make it smooth...ok?" I asked tentatively placing my other hand close to her pussy, looking in her eyes for the ok.

"Uh huh...yeah...sure" she breathed, nodding her head sharply.

I pressed against the side of one lip, pulling it away from her thigh and razored back and forth getting it smooth, rinsing the razor and feeling with my fingers over the slippery foamy skin for any strays. I pressed on the other side of her pussy lips and pulled them too away from the other thigh and shaved along that side, pressing and sliding my fingers up and down looking for strays.

I rinsed the razor in the bowl and when I looked back at my work, I was a little shocked to see Helen's pussy swollen and wide open. A glistening bead of her juices was evident at her opening and I watched as it trickled slowly down her wide open puffy lips to the entrance to her hole; it was then followed by another. I stared at it in amazement, never having seen anything like it before. I felt juices flow between my own legs at the site and the thought of how aroused the lead up to having sex with my husband was making her.

"OK?" I asked almost in a whisper.

"ooooh yesss.." she almost hissed, "...continue...please..."

I ran my slippery wet fingers up either side of her pussy and felt her hips arch up with my fingers. I wanted to get all the little hairs on her lips so I put my hand over the top of her slit, over where I knew her clit was hiding and covered it with my hand so it wouldn't get injured with the razor, then pulled upwards with that hand pulling and pressing the lips upward under the pressure of my fingers. A moan escaped Helen's lips.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked, fearfully, starting to take my hand away.

"No...no...no...its fine, I'm ok...keep going" she said very quickly.

I covered her clit with my fingers again and pressed and pulled upwards once more and shaved carefully up both sides of her lips. I followed each pass with the razor with a pass with my fingers checking to see if there were any hairs that I had missed. The site of this slippery wet obviously aroused pussy so close was making me squirm as I knelt between Helen's thighs. The images of my husband's cock ramming in and out of it were really turning me on. I could feel my own pussy lips swelling and getting very wet again and little beads of liquid were wetting my thighs as I squeezed them together to get some pleasure from the feeling. I rinsed the razor again and wiped it on the towel only to be surprised again when my eyes went back to her pussy. Not only where her lips all swollen and puffy, wide and open with obvious pleasure, but her clit was standing up and out from under its hood. It was much larger than mine and stuck right out from under its hood, almost big enough to get your thumb and forefinger onto to pull. I stared at it for a second or two, fascinated.

Helen trailed one of her hands down over her now almost hairless pussy and marveled at the smoothness of it, her husky voice making small noises of appreciation. I was amazed and a little shocked when she let her finger trail over her clit more than once, each time accompanied by a different noise. I knew how she felt, the images in my head had me very turned on and I wanted to touch my own clit right then too. She blatantly slid three fingers down her hairless lips, the two outer ones feeling for hair while the middle one went right into the opening and disappeared up to her knuckles. I just stared in amazement and arousal as she trailed them back up again, the middle one staying between her lips as it drew the sticky wetness up over her clit where it stopped for a couple of seconds. I wasn't sure what to do or say right then. I was mesmerized by the raw pinkness of the inside of her pussy.

"There are still a few more.... further down...towards your...you know..." I pointed at her anus., "... he will see them..." was all I could offer.

She lifted her feet up to the bed, then, with a strange look in her eye, pulled her knees up towards her chest and opened them up. I had truly never seen anyone laid as open and bare as she was to me right then. I had never seen another woman's anus before, and probably would never see one this close ever again. I took another gulp from my wine and with the increasing buzz in my head and the growing throb between my thighs, I added more foam to my fingers and leaned in to apply it to the opened area. As I touched the cool foam to the area between her pussy and her anus she moaned quietly and when I actually touched the tight little area of it, it was like a small electric shock went through her and she let out a small gasp.

"Are you ok? Did it hurt? Was it too cold?" I asked again, worried I had done something wrong.

"Oh fuck no..." she rasped, indicating me to continue. I rubbed the foam over her anus and around it and began to pull and press around it, on it, and I couldn't help but touch it as I shaved. Her hips moved in obvious pleasure at my touch and sounds came from her throat. Her voice came in very short sharp rasps between pants, "... no one...has ever...touched me...there...before.... It's so... fucking... amazingly... sensitive...it feels...fucking...wonderful...mmm...fuuuck...you had better...stop...before I..cumm...fuck..." she rasped raggedly. She threw her head back on the bed, and her eyes seemed to roll up into her head. I paused unsure what to do as there were still a few more hairs to get. The throbbing between my legs was screaming to be touched, made more intense by Helen's arousal and her lustful words. I reached under with my free hand and found my own lips gaping and swollen, the juices running down my bare thighs. The touch of my finger felt wonderful in my opening and two fingers slipped in with ease and with great pleasure. I drew them up slowly, drawing wetness up to my aching clit and a breath caught in my throat as they touched my clit, the intensity surprising me. Helen looked down at me at the sound but was unable to see my hand between my own thighs.

"You had better finish me... shaving I mean" she clarified, but the wanting in her eyes might have meant something else, I wasn't sure.

I quickly and detachedly took the last few remaining hairs with the razor and then toweled her off. Her lips remained puffy and parted as she sat up on the bed, legs still wide open. I thought to clean everything up and rinse the bowl of pubic hair away and as I stood with bowl and instruments in both hands I was shocked to feel Helen's fingers trail across my pussy. I couldn't move without spilling the bowl as she trailed her fingers up and down a couple of times. She brought them out from my pussy and held them into the light where they glistened in the sunlight.

"I wasn't the only one enjoying that was I?" she grinned wickedly, her voice still somewhat hoarse.

"I was just imagining...Ian's cock ...in your pussy...that got me ...you know...wet" I blushed and looked at the foamy water in my hands.

"Ok...get rid of all that stuff and then let's compare in the mirror."

I took all the things to the bathroom and joined Helen at the mirrored door of the robe and we looked at each other's pussies and compared. The hair that was left on her pussy was a little lighter than mine but I was sure in the dim light it would pass. She slipped the red shoes on her feet and they were a little tight but she was fine with them, marveling at the curve in her calf that was accentuated by them.

"Are you sure you're ok with this?" she asked again nervously.

I reached my hand between my pussy lips and brought up two very wet fingers.

"Does this look like I am not ok about this?"

We both laughed and grabbed our clothes to put on before going back outside for some fresh air.

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The next few hours were murder. Helen and I chatted about things in general as if I hadn't seen more of her than her own mother or shaved areas of her that I would ever have thought possible. What was evident though was the reminders of our arousal and both of us caught the other wiggling and coping with leaking fluids and we both laughed and continued with our conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Ian finally came home as it got dark, all sweaty and dirty and went to have a shower. All through the quick salad I threw together, Helen and I exchanged furtive glances and tried to keep up a normal conversation, but a couple of times, Ian looked quizzically at me. I gave him the dismissive wave off, meaning I would talk to him later, and he was ok with that, but from then on he knew I wasn't my normal self. While Helen put the dishes in the dishwasher he cornered me by myself with one raised eyebrow in inquisition.

"It's nothing really..." I lied, "She told me a bit about the break up with your brother...you know...not very pleasant." It wasn't really a lie, she had told me some of that during the day, but just that it wasn't what we were looking at each other over. "...and there is something else... but I will tell you when Helen's gone to bed."

We chatted for about an hour and Helen yawned and said she was going to bed, as she had been out late the night before. I hoped she would remember the arrangements we had made. Ian took the opportunity to corner me again in the kitchen. He stepped up behind me after Helen had gone and cupped my breasts in his hands and enquired what else I had to tell him. I turned in his arms and put both my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me.

"When you came in tonight...you were all...sweaty...and dirty...and ...manly...and smelling like a man should smell... if Helen hadn't been here I would have jumped your bones right there in the living room.... And I have been thinking about it all night...I'm glad she's gone to bed."

He smiled down at me and kissed me.

"So how about our little 'game' tonight?" I enquired playfully.

I could feel Ian's dick hardening and pressing at my stomach, so I had my answer, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider until the little dimple on his cheek became deep and inviting. I pressed myself against him and kissed him hard, the lust inside me coming hard and strong from the afternoon's delights and the night's promises. He responded and pressed his hardening cock into me, my pressure in return grinding against him trying to gain some relief from the buildup of the last two weeks. The lust I felt was confusing yet arousing. I wanted this man, right there and then, but that arousal was spawned by the erotic images and expectation of what were to come. If I responded to the former, the latter wouldn't eventuate, and without the latter, the former wouldn't be as arousing. I marveled at the circular nature of things and smiled, inwardly, knowing that the 'stage' was truly set. Now I had to play my role and let the curtain drop, I thought, continuing the metaphor.

I kissed him again and told him to lock up and turn all the lights off and I would be waiting for him. I ran down the hallway, my heart beating hard in my ears. In the room I turned on the bedside lamps and draped the thin scarves over them, then threw off my clothes in the walk-in-robe as I noticed all the curtains hanging down on the bed, its inner sanctum unseen by anyone outside. I grabbed the red shoes and rushed to the bed naked and climbed in through the curtains, being sure to close them tightly behind me.

And there she was, sitting on her knees on the bed, her hands clasped but fidgeting on her lap, her face red and her heart pounding. My own was still pounding and it struck me for the first time that we were both completely naked together; something else I hadn't thought of. We were both very excited like school girls and we hugged hurriedly. I was also aware that for the first time ever, my naked breasts had touched other naked breasts, but I dismissed that thought given the impending excitement. She mouthed the words to me in the semi darkness,

"Are you sure about this?" but before I could answer we heard Ian enter the room. I just nodded as a huge flutter of excitement went through my stomach at what was about to take place and a great pressure of excitement pressed down between my thighs. We sat holding hands for a minute while Ian undressed, all the while telling us what he wanted to do to 'me' and asking if I was ready.

Helen's hands were shaking or perhaps it was mine, I wasn't sure. She broke my grip and trailed one finger between her pussy lips and it came up very wet. She smiled as she placed it in her mouth and sucked the juices from it. She was smiling but I could tell she was as nervous as I was. I was mesmerized at her little show, and almost missed the cue for 'me' to present myself ' for a good fucking' was his words.

Helen slipped on the shoes and very carefully backed out of the curtains which lay long and folded over her back. The only way to see in was from underneath her body, and as that was going to be laid against the bed in the end, I was perfectly out of site.

It was then that the enormity of what was happening truly hit me, it was also then that the truly arousing nature of what was happening hit me. I sat there and watched as my best friend slid her naked legs and ass out of the curtains and her feet in red shoes out onto the floor for my husband to drive his hard cock into her pussy. She had her elbows on the bed and her ass higher in the air in readiness. I could hear Ian making lustful comments about how great my ass was, and how fantastic my legs looked in those 'slut' shoes, but my eyes were drawn to Helen's eyes as she stared back at me, an odd look in her eyes that I assumed was a mixture of arousal and uncertainty. I was sitting in front of her, quite close so that if I had to respond to one of Ian's comments, my voice would sound as if it was coming from the right place. Helen's gaze into my eyes still looked lustful with expectation but she also let her gaze roam over my body that was right there before her , only inches away. I was knelt before her with my knees parted and from her position; my pussy was pretty much about all she could see right in front of her. I still had hold of her hand for support.

"Are you ready for your man's hard cock?" Ian asked.

"Yes..." I cooed, albeit somewhat huskily, then I felt Helen's hand grip mine quite firmly and saw her bite her lip. The rush of excitement ran through me, as I realised that Ian was unmistakably sliding his cock into my best friend, right there in front of me. It was such a turn on that I am sure I made the responding noises that Ian was expecting from me without having to fake anything.

I watched as Helen's body began to move in front of me as Ian moved in and out of her and I felt my pussy begin to leak. I reached down to touch it and found my lips wide open and swollen again like the afternoon and the wetness was almost running from me. Helen's eyes followed my hands to my pussy as they made their enquiry and the divine look on her face told me she truly was enjoying my husband's cock inside her and perhaps the view of my arousal right in front of her. I withdrew my hand from my pussy but she stopped me and put it back there and nodded, telling me it was ok for me to touch it. I was a little uncomfortable, but the sight of her body jarring and her breasts swaying in front of me because my husband's cock was thumping into her, really was making me want to caress myself and relieve some of the pressure.

The scene seemed surreal yet incredibly arousing.

I gently rubbed my soaking wet pussy, awkwardly at first but with decreasing inhibitions as Helen's body rocked with my husband's thrusts. Her breasts swayed with each thrust as she squeezed my free hand and looked intently into my eyes, then down to my fingers that were delving alternatively into my swollen wet pussy and circling my hardened clit. The exhibitionism of it was oddly arousing, but the thought of my husband's cock in Helen was what was driving me towards a climax. Helen took the hand she was holding and drew it towards one of her breasts that was swaying almost violently back and forth. I thought perhaps she needed some more stimulation to come so I stopped playing with my clit while I concentrated on her nipple. I gently squeezed her breast and then took her nipple carefully between my thumb and forefinger and gently twirled it as it flayed back and forth. A moan escaped her throat eliciting a question from Ian. I responded quite huskily and saw Helen bite her lip again. She squeezed the hand that was at her nipple and pulled hard on it. I knew what she wanted. As I pulled firmer on her nipple and tugged and twisted it mercilessly, her eyes rolled back in her head as they had earlier, and she guided my other hand back to my pussy so she could watch.

I could tell from the force of Helen's body movements and the grunts from outside the curtains, that Ian was getting close. He increased his rhythm and his force and I heard his groans get closer together and get higher and higher pitched until he groaned very loudly and started to pump his semen hard and deep into my best friend. The scene was amazingly erotic to imagine and to witness from this side of the curtain. If only I had been able to organise a video camera, I could have seen it from both sides. Ian's orgasm went on for a little while, each thrust getting slightly weaker. On the third thrust I felt Helen's hand squeeze mine very hard and I saw her face screw up in intense pleasure. I moaned loudly in unison with the small almost inaudible sounds coming from her and the squeezes of her hand in mine as she orgasmed strongly yet almost silently before me and I even managed to lower the tone of my 'fake' moans as the squeezes became less intense from her.

Helen collapsed to the bed as I heard Ian's cock 'flop' from inside her. This was the dangerous part if he looked more closely now that he had finished, so I beckoned Helen to come back up onto the bed and she scrambled up, careful not to let the curtains part.

"That was fantastic babe,..."he said in a deep lusty post orgasmic voice, "...now all I need is a good cuddle. The curtain started to move and I had no idea what to do.

"No!" I yelled.

Panic filled me. Here it was all going to go wrong. I knew I shouldn't have done this, but I couldn't get away from those incredibly erotic and arousing images that had been planted in my brain for the last two weeks. I had no idea what to do, and all the planning and wonderfully sexy preparations and execution was all about to blow up in my face.... My Face!!! On my hands and knees on the bed, I popped my head out of the curtains right where Helen's ass had been and pulled the curtains tight around my neck. This stopped him from climbing onto the bed and discovering our little secret, and I came face to face with his...well not his face...his cock, which was losing its hardness rapidly. I looked at it and could see the remnants of his cum on the tip and down the length of his shaft there was moisture and wetness that had come from my friend's pussy not minutes before. That thought stirred the pressure in my pussy again and the wanting returned.

"No..." I said, more calmly this time, "... you made so much noise cumming just then that you have probably woken Helen up along the hall way... and while she's awake I want her to hear you cum again."

I felt a hand on my inner thigh pinch me. It was obviously Helen in fun, getting back at me for my brazenness in what I had just said. The pinch hurt on the tender skin and made me jump forward, and the only thing in front of me was Ian's cock, which I had no option but to pretend I was going to take in my mouth all along. As his cock went into my mouth I could taste the usual saltiness of his cum but there was another taste. Then it occurred to me that I was tasting Helen's juices. Perhaps it was the naughtiness of it, perhaps it was Ian's hardening cock in my mouth, or perhaps it was just that I was as horny as I ever remembered being in my life, but the thought drove a rush of pleasure straight to my already throbbing pussy, making me wiggle my hips. I cupped Ian's balls with one hand and moved into a quick rhythm that I knew Ian liked but it suddenly struck me that I hadn't given this bit all that much thought had I? With my knees a long way apart as they were, what sort of view was Helen getting? What did it look like from inside the curtain? I wondered if it was that much different from when she had her eyes at my pussy level watching me rub my pussy, but that was when she was being fucked by my husband and she was very aroused, but now... I wondered what on earth she could be thinking! It didn't take long to find out.