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While Helen was gone, I went to have a piss and quick wash. She came back with two mugs, placed them on the bedside tables and skipped into bed. She told me to behave and not to spill anything on ‘our’ bed. Helen was in high spirits, bubbling over in merriment and excitement. There was no sign of regret or guilt for having broken her marriage-vow on the marital bed. There was no evasion, no search for excuses.Sitting in bed, sipping our coffee, she told me how happy she was that the ‘Panther’ was out of the cage and that it/she had found me to sate her appetite for, in her words – “Beautiful, dirty sex!” Helen openly relished talking about our love-making, savouring each newfound or long-avoided word.We sat close to each other, and Helen had placed one of her legs over mine. She meant to invite me to stroke up and down the inside of her thigh while she talked. Whenever my fingers neared her pussy, Helen captured them against its enticing, almost steamy warmth by closing her thighs. When we lay down again and embraced, and Helen felt my growing erection, she chuckled, “Ben! What’s wrong with you?”I kissed her with a suggestion of tongue and asked, “What do you mean by ‘wrong’? Are you disgusted with me and my horny cock?”She made me wait for her answer, “I’ve never, not even when I was young, been with a man that did or wanted to fuck me more often than once at a time.” Not wanting to let it rest, Helen continued, “What is it with you? How can you do it, again and again? Are you a sex athlete or just hungry, starved for sex like I am?”Helen had managed to return Kadıköy Escort to the query and my avoided answer from earlier in the shower. She wanted to know about my sex life and marriage. I thought it best to answer truthfully.So, I told her, firstly, that I believed that a limp or quickly wilting dick was with men rarely due to impotence. With men being romantics, it was an absence or waning of desire. Their brain tells their cocks that sex – or more sex – with a particular woman was not worth having; that neither he nor – equally as often – she had wanted this fuck in the first place.By saying this, I let Helen know that my, to her, so surprising state of repeated arousal was due to the sexual magic between us. I responded to her desire, her wanting to fuck, again and again! And she, Helen, was for me simply irresistible and magically sexy.Regarding her second query, I simply said that I was not starved for sex in my marriage.It took Helen a while to come up with her question. Gnawing on her lower lip, she cuddled up close. In a low voice, she asked, “When was the last time you and Erika made love?”Helen had met my wife and remembered her name. I had to smile at her hesitancy. I told her that Erika and I made love last night.“And was it good?” Helen asked. She had lowered her eyes, avoided the dirty words, and now blushed.I decided there was no need for me to hide the truth. So, I told Helen that last night’s love-making with Erika was lengthy and intense. It was, for both of us, the most enjoyable sex we had had in Kadıköy Escort Bayan a while.I hesitated for a moment: “It was due to you, Helen. My sexual excitement had built up over the week because I knew that we would meet today. And you had promised me, there in the car, wild, glorious sex!”I continued by telling Helen that Erika, as a sexually alive woman, quickly responded to my state of arousal. It did not occur to her that there was something amiss in me being turned on. We had met as illicit lovers, and sex had always been for us, perhaps, our strongest bond. Erika knew she was beautiful and sexy, and that we could always turn each other on.I paused, not knowing whether I should continue. But then I added, “While it started with me so horny thinking about you, Helen, what followed was not a betrayal. Erika and I made love in total involvement with each other. You were no longer on my mind. And we fucked in a way that we had neglected for quite a while!”Helen listened silently. She gave no sign of shock or distress. Not only had she not drawn away from me, but her hand had stolen onto my dormant cock. Eventually, she said, her voice free of reproach, “You and Erika are lucky in what you still want from each other after ten years of marriage. I envy you. The last time Jurgen and I made love was twenty-seven days ago in the morning. It lasted, perhaps, three minutes. Then he rushed into the bathroom. I made breakfast, after which Jurgen left for work.”I knew there was more to tell, but it would have to wait. Escort Kadıköy Helen, her body and hand, gave every indication that far from dampening her appetite, the story of my marital fuck had raised it anew. She drew me into long, succulent kissing. Before long, her hand had persuaded my cock to kiss her nether lips open too.As Helen teased her pussy while strangling my cock, my story raised Helen’s curiosity and appetite for a different offering more and more, “Ben, are we going to make love as you did with Erika? Are you going to tell me what you did? Or better yet, show me that special way too?”I replied that we would discover our unique ways of pleasuring each other.“Just like you thrill and excite me now,” I whispered in Helen’s ear, “by the way you so sexily, stealthily, lure my cock, centimetre by hot centimetre, into your pussy.”As she did so, I kissed her, my tongue replicating the slinky invasion below. My lips stayed on hers, and my tongue wrestled with hers while we fucked. I drunk Helen’s gasping breath, her whimpers, her laughter and more and more, her cries of lust demanding more. My fingers dug into her buttocks as my cock thrust deep. Then I stopped, held still, waited for our excitement to subside.Eventually, between kisses, I breathed into her mouth the question, “Do you want me to kiss and eat your hot-fucked pussy as well? Right now?”Helen immediately moaned, “Yes.” So, I asked, “Are you sure? Do you want to find out what my hungry mouth can do to a just fucked, tender pussy?”Again, a lust-strangled, “Yes.” Then, to show Helen what I would do to her, I started to bite and suck her lips before sinking my ruthlessly demanding tongue into and around her mouth. When I finished this long, absolute possession taking kiss, Helen’s lips were glistening and love-swollen. I asked, “Do you want your pussy eaten like that? The way Erika loves it?”

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