Handjob Helen

"Can I help you?" the stranger asked. He spoke in a smooth and friendly Irish accent.

"Oh I'm sure you can," Helen replied, making no attempt to cover up her looking him up and down, while she licked her lips and leant forward in that low cut top. Anybody would be forgiven for thinking she was going to eat the guy alive, judging by the way she eyed him with her tongue moving over her red lips in that manner.

As Helen spoke she stretched out her hand, and placed it flat on his stomach, leaving the stranger confused a little as he stoods motionless.

"You see my husband is driving me around town making me give out free hand jobs."

She moved her right hand down from his shirt and to his trousers, taking a good healthy grip at his pants.

"You don't mind if I play with your dick do you? I think we will both like it."

As the zip sounded Helen guided her hand into a stranger's pants for the second time that night. The stranger glanced into the car, with an inquisitive look towards David.

"What can I say? It turns out my wife's a whore, you'd best use her like one." David replied, their behaviour much more confident than their last encounter.

Motivated by Helen's hands on his cock and the straight dirty talk, the stranger dropped his pants to his ankles with gusto. His cock semi-erect and growing rapidly whilst Helen pawed at its underside, she was amazed at the size of it. Now Helen had not had too many sexual partners to compare against, but this guy - well let's just say was a handful. She moved two of her fingers against the length of his semi erect prick, watching it rise to full attention before her eyes. The stranger knew full well his enviable size and noticed looking down a look of almost childlike surprise and excitement on her face.

"You like what you reeled in, eh?" teased the man.

Helen looked up at the stranger, with his pronounced Irish accent, and replied. "Plenty enough for a little slut to work on, Mister. I'm a lucky girl."

"Well then spank my cock you little whore, get to it, I've not cum in almost a week." He matched the dirty talk coming from Helen's mouth.

Helen retorted by pointing out that this could soon be rectified as she followed his directions, suddenly slapping the stranger's beast, causing him to yelp out in excitement. Holding the four fingers of her hand flat and together as though to form a paddle, she laughed a little as she spanked his cock, watching it flop around from left to right as she made gentle but firm contact.

She called to her husband to watch how she made such a big cock move so elegantly as she gained a little rhythm, the stranger letting out groans of satisfaction all the while. The bloke's hands lowered themselves from a tight grip on the car roof as a beep was heard from the horn of a passing car that was gone before they could react. The moment though was not lost, perhaps even the levels of excitement increased, as the stranger's hands roamed down to Helens tits, cupping and squeezing them through her little top.

"That's it Mister, you like my tits? You like it too, don't you David? Is this what you wanted to see, a man fondling your slut wife's tits?"

The blond stranger lowered his hands in behind the material of Helen's top, easing it down her chest so that her breasts hung out over the top of the material. David had earlier instructed her not to wear a bra, revealing her flesh so readily. The man began to play with Helen's ripe nipples, squeezing and rolling them between fingers and thumb.

Helen let out a little squeal of delight under bated breath as she matched his nipple play by gripping the head of his cock and twisting it slightly, pulling the man slightly closer to her. Then she held her fingers across his shaft, flicking with her wrists and moving up and down. All the while she called out to her husband, telling him how she loved to play with the stranger's cock like a sex-starved bitch.

She felt a hand from the driver's side reach her for arse cheek. As David intently watched, unable to keep his hands off her, Helen increased her pace gradually as she worked the big man's cock up and down to the rhythm that the guy fondled her tits with. As small droplets of cum emerged from his prick, her increased energy put into the jerking motions sent splatters flying through the air like threatening raindrops onto Helen's lap. She was encouraged by the sight of it, and by the grip on her tits from the stranger, and her husband's hand rubbing her arse.

"Oh, fuck yes, David, he's going to cum. I'm gonna draw out every drop of spunk I can from those big balls."

Working away with her right hand, Helen's left hand cupped at the stranger's sack, rolling his bollocks to the tune of her fingers. "Come on big boy, drench me with cum. I want it now. Give it to me!" She was beginning to raise her voice, demanding a climax to this semi public session. The stranger groaned, his balls tightening suddenly as they responded to her fingers, squeezing out the juices within. By now the stranger's hands had moved from her breasts and onto her hair, holding her tightly as he reached a release. Helen guided his cock to her tits, squeezing and pulling at it.

"Oh yeah. Watch me David, watch me make a stranger leave goo all over my ripe tits. You like me acting like a fucking whore don't you? Makes you feel better does it David? Something to tell your friends about eh? None of their women are kinky little cum-sluts like me, eh?"

As the guy spewed onto her chest Helen held firm as each contraction shot more onto the creamy puddle forming on her skin. The guy said he hadn't cum in a while and the evidence was to be seen. When he was spent she released what had become and almost vice-like grip as his prick began to soften.

To her husband's beaming delight, she ran her fingers over her soppy jugs, rubbing cum into her skin . The stranger's eyes were like coals as he stared at Helen's glistening fingers on her chest. Her tits rippled whilst she massaged her tits, knowing how it would turn on her intended audience. She played with her boobs like a pro, the guys could have been watching the end of a porno scene. David leaned over with a desire to share a private moment with Helen while the guy zipped up his pants.

"OK, she's got what she wanted. Now fuck off Irish!" David exclaimed, at which the man slinked off ashamedly into the night.

David moved up close to Helen. "Did you like it?" he whispered into her ears, his breathing irregular in the excitement.

Helen nodded her confirmation, to which her husband told her to touch herself. Eager to please, to prove herself a worthy slut, she moved her hand down her body. Hooking her fingers up under her miniskirt, she clawed at her pussy lips and clit through her knickers. Closing her eyes she noticed the ignition turning as the engine noises kicked in again.

"Play with yourself a little, slut. Keep yourself in the mood. I want to see more."

The car was driven around town, though this time, unlike before, there is no consideration of the route home. In fact they were heading solely on a mission to find fresh participants in such an unlikely removal of sexual boundaries. Perhaps this night would be the start of many where Helen's desire to play with new cock, and David's need to watch would drive them to take more and more risks in a bid to reach tonight's level of arousal. Just as easily this was a one off, a single night where the rules of their relationship had been removed by mutual consent to fulfill a secret and longing need for excitement. At this stage only one thing was certain: this night was not over yet.

Eventually David pulled into the side of a park, Helen's passenger door pointed towards a group of young men, probably eighteen to twenty, sat at a bench drinking and acting rowdy. As the vehicle stopped, they look at each other, and Helen knew what she had do, what she yearned to do, to take this mission a step further than before. Hell, she had done so much today it felt like she was invincible.

She was about to wind down the window and embark on another crusade when David reaches out to stop her. She paused. Had he changed his mind? He reached for the glove box, and took out a marker pen. Helen understood, this was nothing knew. He had marked her before with degrading comments and claims of ownership. For some reason she liked an element of humiliation in the bedroom, though she could not explain it. David brushed aside her hair and took the pen to her forehead, where he wrote:

'Hand job Helen: Slut Loves To Give Hand Relief'

"You will bear this signal of your intention for the rest of the night, to make clear your purpose," he told her, "Now go and put on a good show."

She opened the passenger side door for the third time that busy night. All manner of emotions charged and running high. The car's sudden arrival in the remote area had not gone unnoticed and when Helen shifted her weight and hung her legs from the side she drew attention, the group of men stirred; this looked interesting.

Helen knew she must entice one of them to her if she was going to maintain tonight's indulgence. Spreading her legs she carried on where she had left off, touching herself. This time her audience was not restricted to her husband. The crowd of virile young stags had their full attention on the brazen performance. A clamour of hushed words and pointing towards the car could be detected from the short distance between the park bench and the car.

Knowing she probably now had a choice of willing participants she looked at the crowd and motioned 'come hither' with her finger. From their position they didn't notice the slightly nervous shaking of her finger. There was a rise of excited chattering amongst the group when she invited them over, and a lot of banter and jockeying. After a few seconds one of the men began to walk confidently towards the car, immediately followed by one of his friends.

"What have we here?" the first man asked whilst his friend admired Helen's body, who by now had toned down her little performance, curious to see what would happen next.

"Dressed up like a slut isn't she!" his friend retorted, "Good looking, how old do you think she is? Thirty?"

The first man acted like he was the 'natural leader' in their group. Noticing the markings on Helen's forehead, she sat motionless as he reached out. His tanned hand on her head moved her hair aside, and he read the writing on her forehead out loud. "Well, we're sure to have a good time with you then, 'Handjob Helen!'"

Saying nothing, Helen reached out with both hands, grinning at their reaction as she directly took a handful of each guy. A macho bravado prevented any other reaction they might have had, other than to encourage this obviously wild, slutty woman who had happened across them tonight. She massaged almost roughly their now growing bulges in their pants, toying with penis and balls in each hand through the material. Teasing them to see how these cocky and arrogant men would react, she quietly worked on them both.

"That's right Helen, you know what to do..."

"Mmm, come on then bitch, let's get my dick out."

The first guy, the one who appeared to be the leader, unbuttoned his pants, dropping them around his ankles. Helen looked at the second guy, who wasn't about to be beaten, also lowered his. There, in front of her face, staring at her with intent, were two young cocks eager to be milked. Continuing her work Helen took them in hand, and began to build a rhythm pulling and pushing each in sequence, almost like a sprinter moves their arms in precise thrusting motions. The guys beckoned her to continue, telling her she was a good little slut. They called out to David in the driver's seat, telling him how good his wife's technique was.

Everybody there revelled in the dirty semi-public forbidden acts taking place on the edge of the public park. The guys told her how good it felt, how they were going to cum all over her. As she continued to pleasure them both, bringing them closer to a climax, they made rude, insulting remarks, all of which Helen seemed to revel in. They seemed to be trying to outdo each other with their verbal humiliation of her.

"That's it lady. Is that how your husband gets his kicks, seeing you tag teaming strangers like a pro?"

"Are you a dirty wife Helen? Do you want to be drenched in spunk?"

"Touch that cock. Rub it harder, work it slut!"

"Do you have kids Helen? Is Mommy a filthy bitch? How respectable!"

"You know when we're done with you, our friends are gonna want to rape your white arse. Would you like that?"

Helen never replied, never looked at their faces, but continued to look at the dicks she was massaging. She seemed to be responding to the dirty talk with an increased vigour to her efforts. It looked like her hands and fingers would soon to begin to ache. As she did the man to her left, he took out his phone and held it above her face. He was recording a video clip of her acting like a depraved slut, and decided to add a commentary as she furiously yanked away at them. She noticed the camera built into the phone. Under normal circumstances Helen would be afraid to show her face. Right then, in the heat of the moment, an exhibitionistic streak overcame her better judgment, and she looked provocatively into the camera.

"Look what we have here; a filthy MILF slut trawling for guys late at night. You want spunk over your precious little face don't you Mom? Getting some hot excitement splattering all over you, eh?" the guy was obviously planning to flaunt the footage to his friends.

They talked aloud, degrading her, telling her to work harder to make them cum. All the time she complied, allowing herself to be filmed in such a humiliating manner as the camera phone was held close up against the pair of cocks she played with. Then it arrived, jets of thick creamy spunk landed on her face, both of them spewed almost simultaneously, one straight after the other. Slithering her hand along the length of each of her toys, she enticed further streams as their tightened balls excreted more man-juice from their young, virile bodies.

She looked a sight, covered in cum; some got in her hair, it streamed down her nose and cheeks, around her mouth and chin. Helen licked her lips as semen from two strangers dribbled and intermingled around her lips. She worked the remaining remnants from them, droplets spraying onto her revealing top. Finally the video clip was over, and at least for now she didn't care what would happen with it. The possibility of the clip making its way onto Internet distribution sites was more of a turn on than an ominous threat.

Then, suddenly, the mood changed. A menacing voice was heard from a short distance away. The lad's friends had been watching from a distance, but now they wanted a turn. They came marching out of the darkness, their tough-looking faces visible to Helen as she looked behind her latest satisfied companion at the oncoming crowd.

"Hey Tony, let us have a turn. Get the bitch out of the car. We want our turn to fuck her on the bench!"

Fear entered Helen's mind causing her body to physically shudder. If these guys were to get hold of her, there would be little that David could do as there were so many of them. Why did they have to push it so far tonight? Images of them holding her down onto the bench, tearing her clothes off entered her mind. They probably wouldn't have been satisfied with her cunt, and wanted to fuck her in the arse and force their dicks into her mouth.

Helen turned to put the whole of her body into the car, desperate to escape. Her heart pounded when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Swiping at his arm with venom, she pushed the guy away. She just about managed to pull the door too. As hard as Helen tried, the door would not shut completely. The guys on the other side were fighting to pry it open. A scream of terror left her lips as she felt the strength pulling at the door, and the lustful determination of those who wanted to take their turn with her body.

Gang rape was not something she wanted on this night of pushing boundaries and exploring fantasies. The loud commotion was brought an end as David managed to start the engine and the wheels screeched into motion, sending the men hanging to the floor flying to their knees. They screamed abuse and made threats of revenge to no avail as the car sped off into the night. David put his foot to the floor despite obviously leaving them behind, and Helen moved to lock her door.

Escaping from the vicinity of the park the couple headed for home, almost in silence, thinking through what had just occurred. A sweaty scent immersed the car, and adrenaline pumped through the veins of the couple as they reflected on the night's crazy events. They had never done anything like that before, and from one point of view Helen had made only limited contact with the men, physical contact absolutely limited to hand jobs to the strangers. Still, it was massive, and as their last encounter proved, potentially dangerous.

After everything had passed and they pulled into their driveway, dusk was almost ready to turn into dawn. Soon the early morning delivery vehicles would be passing by their residential roads and the neighbours would be making their preparations for Sunday Service. David turned the ignition to off, clamped the handbrake and leaned back in the seat. Helen also lay back, and closed her eyes. Her slutty clothes were covered with cum residue, an aching in her forearms requiring rest. The consequences of what they had done were too much to consider right now. They locked the car, and in each other's arms went to bed, Helen first taking a shower to clean up. She emerged from the shower in a silk nightie, looking radiant, and slipped into bed.

As his wife laid in his arms, they briefly discussed what had happened in the park. They both agreed that they had been reckless, and never to do something so stupid with groups of strangers again. They both admitted though, that until the danger became evident, every moment had turned them on immensely.

David asked a question, "The first two guys, why only jerk them off? You got so into it. Did you not want to suck cock or let any of them fuck you?"

Helen did not answer, she just beamed back at him with a sincere and loving smile. Gracefully removing her silk lingerie from under her nightie, tossing them to the carpet, she kissed his chest and pulled the duvet over them both with a giggle. But that is a story for another day.