Daniel was becoming increasingly concerned about Helen's behaviour recently. She was suddenly taking a keen interest in make up, fitness and her wardrobe was certainly becoming more colourful. It was like having a new woman but she didn't seem any more interested in spending time with him. He was starting to suspect a new man in her life but she had never mentioned she was restless or unhappy and things in the bedroom were okay. Maybe that was it though. Maybe she wanted much more than okay.
Helen had come in from work and jumped straight in the shower. After a quick dash around the bedroom she had thrown her gym kit in a hold-all and grabbed her car keys.
'Hey, babe. I'll see you later. Got to dash, class starts at seven,' she shouted, as she opened the front door.
And she was gone.
Daniel sat down in the living room. He sighed in defeat, resigning himself to a night of either mundane television or, if he could summon the energy to go upstairs to retrieve the laptop, an evening of porn.
Perhaps that was the problem. She was out and here he was on his own playing with himself. Maybe tonight he would change that!
He knew she would say she was exhausted when she got home later. She would tell him it had been a crazy day at work and the gym had been intense. She was usually a bit tipsy but not drunk. Even though she would take a taxi home, Helen was too disciplined to let herself lose total control by drinking too much.
Daniel would love to see her lose control. Particularly in the bedroom.
Helen was a petite lady who wore clothes a size too big and everything about her had to be crisp and co-ordinated. Her clothes, paired with a sensible heeled shoe and a matching clutch bag made her appear quite prim and no one would suspect that she had the most beautiful naked form beneath her clothes. Daniel remembered the night they finally got naked together. She had made him take her on numerous dates before she agreed to go round to his flat. He was thinking it would never happen and then, well, it had certainly been worth the wait.
So he cleaned the living room. The floor was quality oak and over it lay a huge sheepskin rug. It was something Helen had purchased without her usual practical head on and anyone who came to visit followed the owners lead in walking around the rug so as not to make it look anything but perfect. Sumptuous sofas and velvet cushions complimented the tasteful designer flock wallpaper and full length curtains. It looked almost perfect. He needed a couple more things to set the scene for what he hoped would start a bit of fun when she returned.
After a quick trip to the supermarket, he returned with a respectable bouquet of flowers that he put in a vase on the fireplace. He placed candles and tea-lights on the window ledges, under the mirror hanging above the side cabinet and around the edge of the room, on the floor.
He sent a quick text to Helen,
Have a good workout babe. Looking forward to seeing you later. Let me know when you are in the taxi. You know I like to know you're safe. xx
Daniel opened a beer. He was too lazy to locate the laptop so instead he browsed soft porn on his phone and started to think about how he would love to have Helen lay on the rug, naked, with her legs open and him between her thighs licking her pussy and stimulating her sensitive clit.
With his erection throbbing from the porn and thoughts of Helen he hoped she wouldn't be too late back tonight.
Eleven o'clock came and there was still nothing from his wife. He would usually hear her shutting the taxi door and searching for her house keys in her bag while talking to the taxi driver around ten o clock most weeks. He felt uneasy and agitated. It was not just because he was now desperate to taste her, to grab her butt cheeks as she straddled him and slid up and down his shaft. Neither was it frustration at not being able to anticipate her orgasm build, then feel her gush as she writhed and moaned in pleasure. It was because he was starting to wonder if she really was looking somewhere else for her fun.
As he started to text her again he heard the taxi pull up outside. Part relief and part anger swept over him but he heard an unfamiliar voice and he looked out of the window. He saw Helen first, but almost immediately his attention was drawn to the stunning, slightly older woman standing with her arm around his wife.
Like in every boy's fantasy, the older woman leant into Helen and delicately, but tantalisingly, kissed her. Helen responded and spread her fingers into the woman's hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Daniel didn't know whether to stay at the window and watch or whether to turn away, shocked at his wife being so passionate with another woman.
Daniel made a snap decision. He left the living room, the candles still burning, the flowers in the fireplace, the room set up for a romantic and hopefully quite filthy night. He quietly took himself upstairs to leave his wife and her friend to come in privately and assume he had gone to bed. He was so turned on though. Fuck, how would he deal with the aching erection making itself very uncomfortable in his jeans? Damn, he could fuck them both into next week right now.
Almost silently Helen and her friend entered the home.
'He must have gone to bed by now,' said Helen.
'I'm not sure if that's good news or disappointing,' giggled the friend. 'I would have quite liked to see his face as I flirted with you. I like a bit of competition. Besides, it could be fun to have a bit of voyeurism going on.'
'Kate! You are too rude. What do you expect? We just get it on in front of him?' scolded Helen.
'Darling, every heterosexual man on the earth wants to fulfil his two girls together fantasy, whether they openly admit it or not,' she teased.
'Well, it looks like he had other plans tonight and it clearly included him and me getting it on. I do feel a bit bad. He has actually gone to a little effort tonight,' said Helen, demonstrating a measure of guilt and sympathy for her husband.
'I just see it as an opportunity and I think we should get the party started right now,' giggled the older woman, slapping Helen's pert butt as she strutted past her into the kitchen.
Daniel heard a cork pop and laughter from the two women in his living room. He was debating whether he should just wander down. He could pretend they had disturbed him and go to get a drink. He wondered what they would do if he interrupted their party for two.
A party for three would really be right up his street just now. Maybe he would go down in a while. Who knows what he might see?
He stayed where he was for now. He was getting turned on enough just listening to them moving around downstairs and imagining their hot bodies against each other. Their fingers buried in sweet smelling long hair and lips passionately kissing. Their lipstick colours contrasting and emphasising the female only encounter.
Helen and Kate had met at pole dancing lessons. Helen had signed up for them at the start of the year to keep fit. She wanted to be more confident with her husband and have some new moves to grab his attention but she hadn't anticipated meeting a woman who could help her explore her sexuality and gain such fulfilment and satisfaction from intimate touch alone. It felt amazing but she also felt a bit guilty because she knew in her head that it was being unfaithful, even though another man wasn't involved. But here she was on a Friday night, a little drunk and about to play with her lover in the living room while her husband slept upstairs.
Kate was a curvaceous lady. She oozed glamour and sophistication. She talked with a proper English accent that had been honed at elocution lessons and as she walked she appeared to glide like a royal princess. It was alluring and sensual. It made her totally irresistible to Helen, and many others. She was never short of company but at the moment Helen was her play thing. Despite Helen being around eight years younger than her, she was very skilful at hiding her age and most people thought they were just old school friends, very comfortable in each other's company.