Valid Reason Ch. 02

An associate at work felt sorry for me, when she fixed me up with Helen. I was in my late thirties, never married, and had just gotten back from working in the oil fields of Saudi Arabia. I returned with a greased palm and a pocket full of gold. She gave me Helen's phone number and encouraged this lonely guy to give the young widow a call. I told Helen, right away, I was twelve years ahead of her in age, but she said that she liked older men. Well, after being in the desert for a year, I was certain I could handle a younger woman.

We talked on the phone for three hours the first night and the same the next two. It was love at first chat. Helen told me of her husband's freakish demise, and that she was waiting to receive a big money settlement from his awful accident at work. We discussed having a family (her more urgent than me, but I admitted that I was way past due). Helen wanted several children, and I needed someone to please. She and I went out that weekend; a month later, I bought her a ring.

It was on our honeymoon that I learned how much Helen enjoyed sex. We were partying in Las Vegas for two weeks and fucking in bed the whole first one of them. I never before made love with a girl that talked dirty and had multiple orgasms like my hot new wife. She was insatiable. Helen even said herself that the more she did it; the more she wanted to do it. I had my fun.

We had the same chauffer escort us to all the hot spots at night. Big Bill, we called him, for he had to weigh close to three hundred pounds. Helen liked him, and casual flirting went on between the two of them. Bill asked if we needed anything else. He mentioned that other vacationers liked to have a little grass or some speed (crystal methamphetamine). Helen checked with me if some crystal would be okay. She said it could help keep me awake--being that I am an old fogey--and she whispered that it made her very horny. Bill had a craving for it, too.

I went along, but I was not happy about forking out two hundred dollars to this stranger. Not to mention, he expected us to share the drug with him in our room. I did some with them the first night, but it burned my nose, and the next day I could not breathe. (That was it for me with that shit.) We stayed up all that night, and Bill accompanied us to several casinos on the strip. The three of us were having a good time together, and Helen was winning at the craps table.

We were hopping from one casino to another, when Helen spotted a club with flashing neon lights that featured all nude dancers. She wanted to check it out. I told her these would be nude girls and not guys, but she claimed that she just wanted to see what goes on at these places.

"Or what goes off," Bill joked. He came inside with us. The bouncer at the door thought Helen and I were celebrities and Big Bill was our bodyguard. We tipped well and sat close to the front in a cozy circular booth. It provided seclusion from the sight of those seated behind us and afforded a great view of the stage.

Two naked girls, except for dog collars around their necks, were on their knees hugging the thighs of a cat-woman dressed in leather. This dominatrix had a long bullwhip, which she snapped over the heads of the boisterous crowd. When she saw Helen, she reared back and delivered a sharp crack of her whip to no more than a foot from our faces. She beckoned Helen to join them on the stage.

Helen looked to me, and I told her that she could do whatever she wanted. So, with my consent and a little coaxing from Bill plus other rousting revelers, my wife in her little black dress got up and participated in the erotic show. With another crack of her whip, the dominatrix ordered Helen to get down on her knees.

"Yes mistress," she made her say. The cat-woman lifted Helen's chin with the handle of the whip and demanded she state that she would obey.

"I will do anything you say, mistress," she submitted. I did not know if Helen was really into this, or if she was just being a good sport, but she sure looked convincing to the ruck of horny men while subjecting to this buxom woman's rule. She ordered Helen to bend over and show everyone her cute butt, only to receive three hard smacks with a paddle on each cheek of her ass.

Bill leaned toward me and said, "Nice tush. You are one lucky fellow. I'd be fucking that ass." I nodded with a smile, but I am not into anal sex--I think we should leave that to guys who like guys.

The naked slave girls tied Helen to a pole with her arms raised above her head. They teased her with kisses and caressed her breasts. The dominatrix rubbed her panties with the handle of the whip. A wet spot on the crotch appeared as evidence of her genuine excitement. The crowd cheered and wanted to see her fucked with the long knobby shaft. Helen also begged to make her pussy come, but the sadomasochist denied her the pleasure of an orgasm.

They ended their act by dancing around my wife tied to the pole. Her mistress kissed Helen hard on the lips with a fondling farewell. She was horny as hell when she returned to sit between Bill and me in the booth. We, too, were excited from the erotic show, and both of us had erections sticking up in our pants.

"That was really hot, Helen," I told her, "I did not know you had a submissive side."

"Oh well, now you do," she said as a matter of fact, "You should have seen what my first husband had me doing. I will have to tell you, someday."

"I can't wait to hear," I said as my hand traveled up her thigh. I touched her damp panties, but she told me to wait until we got back to our room. During the next act, it was a huge turn-on for me: I watched my wife getting excited, while she watched two naked girls getting hot with each other. I made a move toward her hot pussy again. She did not stop me that time, as her legs opened wide for my touch. Helen squeezed my cock thru my pants while I rubbed her pussy.

"Oh my god, it is so big." I then heard her say. I was watching the dancers, enjoying a little mutual masturbation, and not paying attention, until she said that. Helen was not speaking of me. I saw my wife with her other hand rubbing Bill's cock over his pants, too. His large hand caressed the inside of her thigh.

"This is so hot, Bob. I love you so much for letting me do this." I was not aware that I gave permission for Helen to do this. "I am going to come!" she blurted out. I rubbed fast over her pussy, and the inundation of her warm orgasmic juices flooded her panties.

I had mixed emotions. In fact, my dick went down. Sure, it was hot that we did something naughty in public, but I feared that she would do more of this; do more of this with Bill, and do this with more lucky fellows. I felt nausea in my stomach from the crystal, the beer, and the thought of my new wife cheating behind my back.

She did not want to go, when I suggested we head back to the hotel. I knew she wanted to stay and play with Bill's big cock underneath the table. Her hand now squirmed inside the zipper of his slacks. His hand had taken the place of mine and was rubbing over her soak-and-wet panties. They were teasing the fuck out of each other.

"Please, Bob, just a little while longer. Why don't you have another beer?" she pleaded.

I told them that I was sorry, but it was eight o'clock on the east coast, and she knew that I had a conference call with my office. We needed to leave that moment. On the way, Helen tried to give me a blowjob in the back seat. I say tried, because I could not get a hard-on. It had to be from snorting speed, and me being close to forty years old. (Did I say that was it for me with that shit?) I sucked on her bare tits and finger-fucked her wet pussy, while she seduced our driver, Bill, thru the rear-view mirror. I knew we drove him crazy with desire.

When we got back to the hotel, Helen invited Bill up to our honeymoon suite for another "blast of crank". Since these conference calls last an hour, she would have someone to talk to; keep her company while I made the call from our bedroom. I left the bedroom door open, and with the mirror on it; I could see them sitting on the couch in the other room. My office informed me that they cancelled the conference until the following week. I kept talking business on a dead phone and pretending to be distracted, while I watched what my new wife would do.

They each did a line of the crystal meth. Helen bragged of her expertise at throwing the dice. Bill commented how hot she was on the stage at the strip club. She said it was fun. They did another line. Helen flopped back on the couch with her legs open and panties showing. The drug was an aphrodisiac for her.

"Especially what we were doing in the booth at the nudie place...We were so bad," Helen said while running her hands up and down on her thighs.

"Yeah we were, but I wished Bob would have let you finish me off," Bill complained.

"Aah, you poor baby," Helen sympathized, and she patted her hand over the crotch of his pants. "Hmmm, that is a nice big dick."

"Oh honey, you better not be teasing me, again. You had my cock throbbing, the whole way back here."

"I'm sorry," she said with her hand still on his swelling bulge. "Oh, Bill, I can feel it is getting thick and hard again now."

"You better watch out; most girls are afraid of my monster."

"My first husband had a big cock, too. I loved it so much. You are already hard as a rock. Old Bob could not keep his little dick up." She kneaded the thick loaf thru his pants with one hand and rubbed over her panties at the same time with the other. "This crystal makes me so horny," she said and glanced toward the bedroom. "I think he is going to be busy for awhile. May I see it?" Helen asked, as she toyed with his belt buckle.

"Helen, you are going to get us in trouble," Bill warned, but he did not hesitate to open his slacks and pull it out to show her. His cock was as thick as a beer bottle and almost as long. The puffed-up head shined like a large split plum. Bill is a giant of a man with a huge cock, and if not for being stout, he could be a well-hung star in the porn industry.

Helen's eyes opened wide, and she had a devilish grin on her face. "You have a bigger dick than had my first husband," she said with tentative touch. "Hmmm, yes, this is a big beautiful cock. It is so hard. Look how it is pulsating."

"You do not have to tell me. It is begging for your attention."

"I do want to play with it." She gave it another quick squeeze. "I should not be doing this, but we were teasing you so much. Just maybe, I could jerk it and get you off, now," my helpful wife offered, before she got up and poked her head into the bedroom. I thought she was coming for my endorsement of the dirty deed.

She saw me looking out the window at the glittering lights of glamorous Las Vegas. I pretended to be talking business, "Okay Brad, what is your proposal?" I then winked at her, as if she knew the fictitious Brad. Helen wanted to close the door, but I waved to leave it open. She blew me a kiss, before she went back and knelt between Big Bill's legs--who had his pants down to around his ankles.

"Do you want this? Do you think you can handle it?" he asked and waved his big dick in front of her face. Helen nodded that she could, as she delectably moistened her lips.

"Yes sir, I do." The same vow Helen gave to me, less than two weeks ago. She spat on her hands for the task ahead, and wrapped both of them around the thick shaft.

She stroked it slow and circled her palm over the slick head. She jerked it fast to the brink of orgasm, then watched it twitch and throb. My wife knew how to tease him bad. His large balls rose and fell inside their heavy hairless sac. Helen pulled on them, and a drop of clear cum oozed out of the head of his cock. She dabbed it with her finger and stretched it until it snapped. The girl I just married savored the cock-cream of another man.

"You taste so good," Helen said as she sucked on her finger and jerked harder on his cock. She squeezed out another drop that trickled down the swollen crown. This one she licked up with her tongue.

"Oh please, baby, suck me off, too. I need to come so bad. You want to help me out here, don't you? I know you do--now blow me."

"You are just like my first husband--tempting me with a hard cock, and making me do so many bad things to get it."

"I am going to shoot it on your face in another second, if you do not put it in your mouth."

"I would like you to come all over my face, but not this time. Besides, we can't be making a mess." She again looked toward the bedroom. "I am going to put as much of this big dick in my mouth as I can. I want to make this cock shoot a nice luscious load with my lips on it, and I want to swallow every bit of it for you. Fill my mouth with your hot cum. Please?" Helen opened her lips wide and sucked in the head of his cock. She jerked him with one hand, while her other fucked into her pussy.

"You are a horny girl. You like fucking yourself, too. I knew you were a hot cunt--the minute I laid eyes on you--shaking your cute little ass for me. Oh fuck, you are making me come. Ooh, yes Helen, here it comes, baby."

Helen bobbed her head and jerked fast on his swollen cock. Her cheeks ballooned while he pumped his cum into her mouth. I saw her swallow several times. She made her own pussy come, too, with her fingers plunging deep inside.

I ran out of the bedroom, while she was still on her knees and licking his big dick clean. I went straight into the bathroom without glancing their way. I slammed the door, and they could hear me puking my guts out. When I finished, Bill had gone, and Helen handed me some antacids. She asked if I was okay. I told her that I would have no more of that shit. She had a guilty look on her face, and she thought I meant her sexual tryst, until I added that I was too old to be doing speed. I gave her the first reprieve, but I knew that was not the end of her deceitful behavior.