It was the last thing that Larry expected as he answered his mobile phone over breakfast. “It’s Helen,” a soft female voice spoke, “Helen, from last night.”
“Yes I know.” he responded curiously, “good of you to call.”
“I… I was wondering if you were free to meet up for coffee this morning if you’re still in town.”
“I haven’t checked out yet in fact I’m just having breakfast. When would you like to meet?”
“I could pop over now. I don’t have to be at the office until eleven.”
“That would be fine. You can join me for breakfast if you want.”
“No thanks but coffee would be good.”
“Will Ian be coming as well?”
“No,” she said abruptly. “Just me.”
Larry looked at his watch as their call ended. It was 9:00am. Last night’s meeting hadn’t gone as well as he would have liked but in these situations they could turn out to be hit or miss affairs. It was obvious that this couple were new to all this and were probably just testing the water. It was a big undertaking; a big step to take. Couples should always take things cautiously at first; relationships were at stake; lives would be changed forever and as much as Larry enjoyed getting involved he always advocated caution.
He smiled as he tucked into his full English breakfast. He hadn’t expected them to make contact again. Helen had been very quiet and he got the impression that she wasn’t interested in him, which again, he took in his stride. If the chemistry wasn’t there then there was no point in pursuing things further. Ian on the other hand was quite engaging but the wine might have played a large part in that. As they walked away after their meeting he had shrugged his shoulders and muttered, “Oh well!”
He watched Helen disappear into the distance with a tinge of regret though, she was attractive and though reserved, he suspected that a sexual volcano lay hidden beneath the surface. Later in bed he stroked himself into orgasm thinking about fucking her; her legs pushed back and feet against the headboard of his king sized bed as he impaled her with his huge erection and pounded her through orgasm after orgasm. Seated in the corner quietly would be her husband Ian watching the proceedings as he slowly masturbated himself. This was Larry’s joy and prime form of sexual pleasure – fucking another man’s wife as the husband looked on. There was something exceptionally satisfying in looking across and fixing his gaze on another man’s face as he came deep inside his wife.
Larry smiled again as he saw her in the distance again approaching the hotel dining room. He stood up and held out his hand to greet her. Her aloofness at last night’s meeting seemed to have gone and she took his hand warmly. As she sat down next to him he called the waitress across and ordered some more coffee.
“I want to apologise for last night,” she said quietly, “I wasn’t very hospitable.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s okay,” he responded. “First meetings can be awkward.”
She laughed nervously. “You sound like a veteran in all this.”
He smiled. “Maybe, but at least we are talking now.”
The waitress arrived with their coffee giving Larry the chance of giving Helen the once over. She was wearing a trouser suit but her business appearance made her look sexy. He was even more convinced now that there was something very enjoyable waiting to be brought to the surface from within her.
“I hope you don’t mind meeting me on my own. It’s just that I… well I felt awkward last night with Ian.”
“Not at all,” he responded quickly. “I always try and talk with each party separately if possible anyway, it’s important to get individual views and perspectives on what people expect from this type of relationship. After all, it is a three-way thing, and all three of us need different things out of it”
She smiled to herself as she slowly stirred her coffee. “And may I ask what you want out of this?” she asked. “I mean out of this particular relationship.”
Larry felt on the spot on now. “Well… er… I see myself as a rut-breaker…”
“Rut-breaker?” She cut in.
Larry nodded. “Yes, rut-breaker,” he repeated. “Couples who start things like this or swinging are in a rut. They’ve reached a stage in their sexual relationship where there is staleness, boredom, predictability, that sort of thing. They still love each other but the cares of life have probably got to them and they need an outlet. They need to bring some sparkle back into the relationship; bring some excitement into play.”
Helen laughed. “And you think that’s what we need?”
“You tell me.”
She smiled again. “When Ian first suggested something like this after I had told him that I wanted a trial separation, I was very much against it but last night when we got home was had quite a long chat into the early hours and I am now pretty much persuaded to consider giving it a try.”
“So you got as far as considering separating then?”
She nodded.
“They usually end up as being the first step to a divorce,” he responded. “I’ve been down that avenue before.”
She glanced down at his left hand. “You’ve been married then?”
Larry nodded. “After the lust and the passions die down there are careers, homemaking, kids to add to the mix,” he explained. “The cares of life can be the final straw in a relationship.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right?”
Larry looked at her. “Is that what’s happened to you and Ian?”
Helen stirred her coffee once again. “As you say, once the lust and the passion for each other dies down you start to wonder if this is all there is.”
“A trial separation is quite a drastic step to take, is the sex that bad then?”
Helen smiled. “Perhaps it might be a slight over-exaggeration but…”
“So is Ian such a bad husband?”
She took a sip of her coffee and placed her cup back down. “No, he’s okay in his own way?”
“He’s not a womaniser?”
She laughed as she shook her head. “Good god, no.”
“He’s not abusive towards you?”
“No.”
“He’s not out with his mates all the time?”
“No, he’s very much a home bird,” she replied. “He’s actually quite a good husband. Maybe it’s just me?”
“You want more from the physical side?”
She smiled and looked away.
“You need a rut-breaker then.”
She laughed and looked away again.
“A large and important part of rut-breaking is finding out what each of you need,” Larry told her.
Helen turned back. “You’re implying that Ian has needs too,” she responded. “He doesn’t seem at all interested these days.”
“You’ve tried talking to him then?”
“Of course I have but it’s been difficult.”
“Sometimes couples can get to the stage where they find it hard to talk about sex and about what they need,” he offered. “Tell me, how do you like your steak?”
She looked puzzled. “I like mine well-done.”
“And Ian?”
“Medium rare, why?”
“Well there you go.”
Her bewildered look turned into a smile as she realised what he was trying to say. She laughed. “I’m a well-done girl then?”
Larry laughed. “Well not yet from the sound of it but I am hoping to work with you on that.”
He noticed the expression on her face suddenly change and she looked him up and down. Last night’s impression that she wanted little to do with him had vanished; she was interested in him now. He had seen that look many times before – the woman sizing him up as she contemplated sex with him.
“Shall we go up to my room where we can talk privately?” he asked quietly as another couple sat down at a table next to them.
Helen looked at her watch.
“Do you have time to spare?” Larry asked, looking at his own watch.
“I have an hour free.”
Larry smiled. This woman was definitely not the same woman that he had met last night. Minutes later he was showing her into his room. He had lost count of the number of married women that he had shown into his hotel room. It was always the ideal place for a first time meetings and some women also preferred them for sex. Some could be put off by having their husbands so close by. He preferred the marital bedroom for sex. There is an edge in a married woman taking you into the marital bedroom where the marital bed was; the place where intimacy took place between husband and wife. He shouldn’t be there; this was not the place for another man. It was breaching a bond; breaking a marital vow. It was a taboo. But that’s what it made it all the more exciting. For some reason his erection always seemed at it’s hardest when stepping into a couple’s bedroom hand in hand with the wife.
He could feel his erection hard now as he closed the door behind them but full sex was not on his mind at that moment in time. That pleasure would come later; for now it was business. The bed was unmade and he quickly freshened up the duvet and invited her to sit down on the bed. He sensed her nervousness as he sat down beside her.
“Have you ever been unfaithful to Ian?”
She seemed shocked by his question but she shook her head all the same.
“By the way, anything we talk about, anything we do is always between us unless you want it differently,” he said reassuringly. “I know that husbands like to go into detail about what their wives do or say when alone with me but I always respect privacy.”
“Thanks,” she responded.
“So… tell me about yourself… sexually I mean.”
Her cheeks reddened and she shifted uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. “There’s not much to say really. I had half a dozen or so boyfriends before I met Ian and that’s about it.”
“Am I right in assuming that you are a bit on the submissive side when it comes to sex?”
She nodded.
“You like being submissive?”
She nodded again.
“That’s good,” he responded. “I like to be dominant. I am assertive in the bedroom.”
Helen smiled and looked away.
“I don’t like to hear the word ‘no’ used in the bedroom either.”
She glanced up at him.
“And Ian is he assertive?”
Helen was quick to shake her head. “No, not in any shape or form.”
“You must find that disappointing, if not frustrating.”
Helen nodded.
“Well all I can say is that you’re not going to be disappointed with me and you certainly won’t be frustrated.”
She laughed nervously. “So what sort of things will you expect of me?”
“Just obedience,” he responded quickly as got to his feet. “Stand to your feet Helen please.”
As she stood he reached for the collar of her jacket and began to slide it off her shoulders. Her face began to redden as he began to unbutton her blouse. “I… I haven’t got any condoms,” she said shyly.
“I don’t intend fucking you just now,” Larry replied. “We’ll leave that for another time.”
“W… why are undressing me then?”
“Because I want to see you naked and also it gets it out of the way – the embarrassment of you being seen naked for the first time by a man.”
Helen looked up at him letting him see her bright red cheeks and then looked down. She next looked up again when he had removed her last item of clothing. “You have a great body,” he commented as he tossed her knickers onto the pile of clothes on the chair. “No children yet, I see.”
She glanced down at her tummy where his eyes were also focused. “No not yet.”
“Something for the future?”
She looked at him and nodded.
“Maybe I could help out there,” he replied as he dropped his hand to her groin.
There was a look of shock on her face but he ignored it. “You prefer well trimmed to shaved then?”
Her face reddened once more. “Yes.”
“I prefer shaved.”
“I… I’ll do it if you wish,” she responded.
Larry enjoyed the submission. “That’s okay,” he smiled. “That’s a job for the husband. I’ll get Ian to do it. He will maintain it regularly as well for me.”
“That… that sounds quite humiliating.”
Larry smiled. “It is. But if he’s not satisfying you then it’s deserved,” he told her. “Besides, cuckolds like humiliation, its part and parcel of being cuckolded.”
Larry continued to gently stroke the soft pubic hair of her mound. “Anyway, it’s mine from now on,” he said as he patted her.
“What my…?”
Larry smiled as he nodded. “Yes, mine.”
His fingers slipped between her labia lips bringing a soft moan from her. “Your whole body belongs to me now Helen. It’s going to be for my sexual pleasure from now on.”
He noticed her starting to wobble and he made her sit on the edge of the bed. “Lie back Helen and let me look at you.”
As she lay back he gently took her knees and parted her legs. “I want to look at you,” he said. “I want to have a good look at what is mine.”
He knew that it must have been embarrassing for her showing her most intimate body parts like that; he was more or less a complete stranger after all but he also knew that it must have been exciting for her as well. The moistness between her labia was evidence of that. He reached down and stroked her gently; stroked between her moist, warm cunt lips. Helen closed her eyes and moaned softly letting him know that she was aroused.
“Masturbate for me will you Helen.”
Her eyes opened and he reached for her right hand guiding it to her mound. “I want to see you pleasure yourself Helen,” he said quietly. “Make yourself cum for me.”
She remained motionless for a few moments. “Come on Helen show me what a slut you are,” he said gently. “You know that you want to. You know what a filthy slut you are and I know that you want to show me.”
She moaned softly and closed her eyes and then her fingers began to move. He liked to watch a woman pleasure herself; there was something inordinately arousing about it. No one knew a woman’s body better than her. He had brought many to orgasm with his own fingers but he knew that the pleasure was incomparable to their own self pleasure.
“That’s a good little slut,” he said softly as her fingers began to move quickly. “Make yourself cum hard for me.”
Helen cried out.
“That’s it Helen, moan like a whore.”
She moaned loudly again.
“I want to see you cum.”
“Oh god!” she gasped loudly.
“Cum my little slut,” he told her as he reached for his zipper.
Her eyes opened at the sound and she looked at him as he extracted his huge erection. She must have thought that he was going to fuck her because she stopped for a few moments but Larry was also masturbating now. “Come on slut,” he ordered. “Cum for me.”
Her eyes closed again and her fingers went back to work vigorously rubbing her clitty. He was tempted to mount her; tempted to plunge his hardness into her wet love channel and fuck her hard but he held back. Larry had something else in mind as he climbed onto the bed astride her. Her eyes opened again expectantly but face quickly changed as he settled astride her chest and began to masturbate with greater determination. Helen mouthed a silent ‘no’ as the realisation sank in of what was about to happen and Larry responded with a smile.
Larry liked to cum over a woman’s face; there was something very enjoyable about seeing cum spattering against her face especially when she was helpless to stop it. And Helen was helpless. He was sat astride her and to emphasise that point he slipped his hand under her head and pulled her face closer. She cried out as the first string of cum splashed against her but he couldn’t be sure if it was a reaction to his cumming or from the release of her own orgasm. He couldn’t care either. Larry moved his cock back and forth taking aim at parts of her uncovered face before pushing his cock between her lips for his final release of cum.
