The First Time with Helen

I settled into a comfortable pace. One that meant I would last for a reasonable while and would allow me to concentrate on her body in the quest to find all of her erogenous zones one by one. I found that her tits were possibly the most responsive, but so was her stomach when a finger lightly grazed over the taught skin. It was a delight, discovering her elbows liked attention and that her neck, just below her ear would make her thrust up to meet me.

I decided to try a new position. Eventually, with some awkwardness and a bit of giggling, she got the idea and straddled my prone body. I had to guide myself inside her until she got the hang of gyrating her hips and grinding her sex into mine. She knelt up, supporting herself with her hands on my chest. Running my fingers lightly down her back made her shudder as she set the pace. Her eyes were closed as she revelled in the sensations our bodies were giving her. She took the time to experience each new delight while keeping up the steady tempo of our coupling.

With some difficulty, I managed to slip a finger between our bodies to rub on her clit. The added pressure tipped her over the edge. Helen came again. She stuffed a fist into her mouth to stifle her scream. She probably would have stopped there and been quite satisfied, but I had other ideas and maintained the thrusting, keeping her on a high until she came again, soaking my cock with her cum.

I wriggled out from under her parted thighs and laid her down, facing away from me, her arse in my lap and her knees bent. I entered her once more and began to fuck her deeply while cradling her head in the crook of one arm and stroking her tits with the other. Helen began to thrust back at me, meeting my forward presses, driving me deep inside her. The pace quickened as my need to cum increased. I gripped her hip to gain purchase and began to ram into her, much harder than before. She managed to keep pace with me, forcing my entry to her inner depths, squashing my balls between us, but I didn't care. The build-up to release was deliciously close. My cock was completely rigid as it plunged inside her like a stiff shaft of over enthused nerve endings. Suddenly, the moment arrived. I sunk as deeply as I could, grasping her hip in a tight grip and shot my seed into her, my body stiffened with the effort of ejaculation and Helen, realising that my moment was here, shoved back on me to make sure she received every last morsel.

She turned over after a few minutes and clasped me to her, her head with its tousled hair rested on my chest.

"I had no idea sex could be like that." She said in something like a whisper.

We slept until the alarm clock buzzed in the morning. Neither one of us felt like food after we had showered. Helen had to get back to the B&B before she was missed, so an early start was needed.

We may as well not have bothered rushing, it turned out. Alan, her husband had been calling the B&B all night, wondering where his wife was. Her boss was frantic with worry and probably a little guilt that he hadn't looked after her as well as he might. Helen had to face the music, worse, she had to do it on her own and I felt guilty for that.

It was the beginning of the end of her marriage. Alan said he couldn't trust her anymore, even though he didn't find out about us until very much later. She and her boss fell out eventually and things became so bad for Helen that she contemplated suicide. Fortunately, I talked her out of that, but there were desperate times. Helen realised that she was married purely out of habit. She didn't like Alan and told him so. After a few months, they split. Helen had the three girls in the house they owned, he moved in with a relative down the coast.

We met several times over those months of her break up. Sometimes we made love, but most times not where she was in such an emotional mess. She didn't want me to move in with her, preferring to keep me at a distance until she sorted her mind out. I would have made that break from my Marriage, I would not have liked it, but I felt as if I owed it to her. In truth, I was as much an emotional wreck as she was. I had fallen in love with this woman and was now enmeshed in a triangle between my wife and her. It wasn't how it was supposed to be and I was completely confused. Eventually, Helen got her life back on an even keel. Had begun classes for bookkeeping, something she had been doing for a number of years for local businesses, but without the qualification. She moved home and gradually settled down. She also made it clear that I was not required. She might call me to come and visit if the girls were away, but those times were purely on her own terms and that was fine with me. I have to say that, each visit was as satisfying as our first time and well worth the two hour drive. Helen had never had a cock in her mouth. I promised not to cum unless she wanted me to. She didn't. Neither had she ever been fucked in the arse. Between me and a vibrator, Helen was soon screaming the place down as I unloaded in her beautiful arse.

And then she began to experiment. She sent me a couple of photographs of her, in a leather bondage suit, being serviced by two men she had met online. Helen was entering into a period of her life where her new found freedom was to be explored to the maximum. I worried somewhat, that I had woken the Kraken and advised caution. She laughed it off, but I felt responsible and more than guilty for my part in her current situation. Our contacts became fewer and further between. Helen didn't answer many of my emails and blanked my calls quite often. That was okay with me, but it didn't stop me worrying about her. I doubt I would have forgiven myself if I read she had had some kind of tragic end.

The last I heard from Helen was to advise me she had found a new love and was to be married soon. She was happy and the guy knew how to keep her happy in all ways. Conscience absolved, I was happy for her and wished her all the love in the world. She deserved it and I believe, had at last found it.

Actually, it wasn't the last time I heard from her. She let me know that she is a grandmother now and that she hoped I was okay and that, yes, she was happy and settled and complete, for the first time in her life. The thank you was most poignant. Without doubt, Helen's receptive body and her capacity for love have found no equal on my part. I am delighted that she has now found the joy that sex can bring and with a partner who provides her every need. It is my privilege to have helped her discover that.