Scene resumes immediately from chapter 4

Looking down into Stacy's eyes, Helen said, "I know it's selfish of me, but I want your husband again."

"Oh really?" Stacy asked, willing to play along with anything the horny slut wanted.

Helen looked back up at Jared as he rose to his feet, one hand giving a single caress to his turgid member. "Do you know that my pussy hasn't really be stretched out tonight?" she said. She looked back down at Stacy. "You think you feel full now little slut? You really ought to try this some time."

She caught Jared's eye with an inviting smile. Helen reached back past her ass. Reaching down, she hooked two fingers into her slick pussy, pressing them against the toy and then pulling herself open wide. Tossing her head towards her rear. "You know what I want."

Jared exchanged a quick look with his wife before moving behind the woman and kneeling between their legs. He looked down at the pink rubber cock joining the two women. Helen's fingers were pulling her pussy open wide, creating a gap above the toy.

Jared pressed the head of his cock against the pink toy, pressing it down against the front of Helen's cunt. The gap pulled open wider. Helen's elastic pussy was eager for more.

Jared slid forward. The big purple plum of his cockhead pressed into the opening. He pushed against her fingers and her pussy spread wide around his helmet. Helen moaned slightly as the thickest part of his tool penetrated the entrance of her pussy with smooth pressure. With the dildo already in place, her pussy had to stretch quite a bit to take Jared... but it was a stretch she had made before. The two shafts, one flesh, and one silicone, were no real challenge for her experienced sleeve... but it was certainly enough to make her feel nice and full.

As Jared's balls came to rest on the warmed rubber of the dildo, Helen's body pressed down heavily on Stacy. The younger woman's eyes got big as she groped with one hand around Helen's body and found the base of her husband's cock. Her fingers traced the shape of Helen's stretched cunt and the shafts filling it.

"Oh god, that's good," Helen said. One of her hands had locked itself on her clit. "Fuck me, Jared. Rip me open and pound me good." She began jerking on her clitoris.

With his hands hooked into her hips, Jared did as instructed. The rubber dick was soaked in Helen's lube and Jared's cock slid effortlessly along its surface as he sawed into her body. His stomach repeatedly slapped her hard ass and the wet confines of her eager hole made slurping noises.

Helen elevated her hips a bit, rising a few inches from Stacy's. The younger woman could feel the impacts and subtle twists transmitted through the shaft connecting their bodies. With a little room to move, she began hunching and twisting her own pelvis, fucking up into the older woman.

"Oh fuck, unbelievable. You two are driving me crazy." Helen was almost whimpering with pleasure. The two pistons thrashing her cunt were moving with such chaos that she didn't know from one moment to the next what was happening. On top of that, her fingers continued to twist and pull on her white-hot clitoris.  Her pussy was becoming over-stimulated... a very happy kind of problem.

"Oh god, I'm cumming. Keep fucking me," Helen panted heavily and cried out wordlessly. She shuddered and thrashed. She managed to squeeze out a couple words through gritted teeth. "Don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Helen pitched forward, both hands pressed against her groin, digging into her packed cunt and rubbing her clit. Her head was pressed against Stacy's chest, it's crown against her chin. Helen's legs had been spread wide by the assault and had risen off the floor again, her thighs supported by Stacy's. The young woman had Helen's entire body weight pressing down onto her as well as the pounding impacts from her husband's relentless assault. She didn't notice. Her lust-charged body was beyond such concerns. She had just cum a few minutes before but Helen's amazing performance and the sight of her husband’s rapturous face as he fucked the other woman... not to mention the flailing dildo jabbing her cunt... had her on the cusp of another climax.

Helen wobbled side to side, unable to maintain her balance as she thundered through her release. Jared had to pause in his assault from time to time to keep her upright. Each time she did, Helen called out in protest. "Fuck me, god damn it. Beat my cunt to a pulp. I want to cum till I'm inside out."

Helen pushed herself back up onto her hands as the strongest part of her orgasm passed. She began fucking her hips back and forth, ricocheting between the bodies of the Lancasters. She was riding the ebb of her orgasm as hard as she could, eager to sustain it and build up to the next. Her pussy was in overdrive and she knew that she was now capable of rapid-fire multiple orgasms. Snarling, she locked her hands onto Stacy's tits, gripping them tightly. She still had her entire body weight balanced on the woman and if she was aware of it she obviously didn't care. Besides, Stacy's own surging lust was driving her body up towards Helen with surging power, lifting the other woman time and again into the plunging thrusts of her husband.

Jared pulled his cock out of Helen's greedy hole for a moment. The pink dildo seemed to be slithering around in her cunt like a living thing. He stuck two fingers from each hand into her hole on either side of the toy. He pulled them apart, stretching her hole wide.

He wasn't gentle. Helen snarled, "Yes! More!" Jared stared at her gaping hole as it spread wider and wider. It looked big enough to take four or five cocks. With his fingers still stretching her wide, he pressed his cock against the dildo and followed it back into her cavern. The tension pressed his cock tightly against the dildo but to the side where his fingers stretched her, she gaped open. Helen screamed and her pussy collapsed convulsively around its many intruders.

Jared's fingers were pressed against the penetrating shafts and the entire length of the two cocks were gripped powerfully. The pressure was so great that it felt to Jared like his cock was coiling around the dildo. He pulled his fingers free and resumed fucking her amazing pussy.

Helen's hands were still in a death grip on Stacy's tits. Stacy was in pain, tears welling in her eyes but the pain seemed insignificant compared to the buzzing lust burning in her body. Helen shouted her way into another orgasm and Stacy followed her into the maelstrom.

As Helen screamed through another orgasm, her knees lowered to the floor, finally taking her weight off Stacy. The lean woman's wildly careening body smashed into Jared and Stacy's bodies as she came wildly.

As the long dildo dug into her innards and Stacy's pussy convulsed around it, her hands went to Helen's arms. She tore the other woman's hands from her aching tits, snarling with lust and adrenaline. Once freed herself, she locked her hands onto Helen's toughened breasts, pressing them into the woman's ribcage. Stacy's hips still churning with orgasmic energy, she shoved the other woman's body up towards her husband's.

Jared welded his hips to Helen's and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her body back. Her knees rose from the floor and she hung in Jared's grasp.

The pain still throbbing in her tits and the powerful orgasm still running through her body, Stacy went a bit wild. She pushed herself out from under the other bodies, allowing the pink dildo to pop out of her gaping cunt. It hung from Helen now and lay across the carpet. Staggering to her feet, Stacy snarled. She pressed a hand against Helen's sternum and shoved. The coupled pair went over backward, Jared landing heavily on his back and Helen riding his body over, coming to rest with her legs in the air and her ass pressing into Jared's stomach. The dildo flipped and twisted and came to rest dangling between their legs.

"So you're some kind of Queen Slut, is that it?" Stacy asked. "A fucking bitch that can take anything, right?"

She dropped to her knees and grabbed the dildo. For a split second, she stared at the obscene display of stuffed cunt. Jared's cock was largely hidden behind the drooping toy but the wide stretch of Helen's cunt lips was on display.

Stacy jammed the dildo into Helen savagely. The older woman shrieked but pushed her body back against the invader. "Again, harder!" she cried.

Stacy's face was curdled with lust and playful anger. Her tits still hurt and she was mad, but it was an angry one might feel in a playful way after losing a game... anger without heat but still with force. She yanked a foot of the toy from Helen's body... this still left the head locked in her snatch. Again, Stacy jabbed the toy forward. Another twelve plus inches disappeared.  Stacy's hand was nestled between Helen's widely splayed labia. She twisted and turned the dildo, grinding her knuckles against Helen's sex.

Stacy pulled the toy from Helen's ravaged cunt slowly, watching each inch emerge. There was no pop or sense of resistance when it's head reached the pussy's entrance... it just slid out without pause. Stacy stared at the hole left behind. For several long moments, she could see deeply into Helen's cavity. Jared's cock lay in it like a trench. Though it was still buried as deeply into the woman as it could go, Stacy could see most of the shaft lying in the wide-open pussy.

In a blink, the cavern closed and Helen's pussy sucked powerfully on Jared's member. He moaned and Helen laughed. "I am the Queen Slut. What are you going to do about it?"

Stacy's attention turned to the toy. It had churned Helen's pussy up enough to form a foam of her fluids in places. Bits of the foam slid down the shaft.

Stretching the toy out before her, Stacy measured it with her eyes. Her right hand grabbed it about eight inches from one end leaving fifteen or sixteen on the other. She bent forward again and with her left hand, pulled Helen's hole open. It took her a second to get the long wobbly toy into place with just one hand but when the head found the groove of Helen's sex and rested atop Jared's prick, Stacy shoved it forward. She rammed the toy home and felt it hit solidly against whatever part of Helen's body it was that couldn't stretch enough or get out of the way. Stacy jammed the dildo against the limits of Helen's deep pussy several times. Then she held it in deeply and twisted and shook the tool.

Stacy looked down to where her hand was. Perhaps an inch and a half separated her knuckles from Helen's body. The bitch had taken nearly fifteen inches of rubber cock.

Helen was grunting with each impact and groaned as Stacy stirred the toy around. "If you keep that up, you'll make me cum again," she said between moans.

Stacy kept it up.

Jared lay beneath Helen, his hands clasped across her stomach. Between feeling the convulsions of Helen's vagina around his cock, the dildo rubbing against it and the heaving of her body against his, Jared almost felt like he was the one being fucked by his wife.

Filled with cock and dildo, getting cruelly drilled by Stacy, Helen shouted, "That's it. You did it, I'm cumming again. Don't stop. FUCK don't stop." She grabbed her thighs and pulled her spread knees to her chest. Rocking back and forth on her back, she fucked herself on Jared cock while Stacy continued to abuse her cunt. "Ghhaaa!" she screamed.

Helen rolled herself off Jared's cock and stumbled to her feet, pulling the long pink toy out of Stacy's hand. It dangled from her dripping pussy, swinging near her knees. Her body still buzzing with a sexual high, she stammered, "Fuck him." Swallowing and taking a deep breath, Helen put a note of command in her voice. "I want to watch you fuck your husband, little slut." Helen's hand was on her clit and her eyes were bright and hard as Stacy scrambled to do as she was told.

Crawling across her husband's body, she took his pussy-soaked cock in one hand and deftly slid it into her hungry cunt. As her pussy gobbled him up, she pressed her tits into his chest. They were still sore and she was certain they would begin to show bruises soon but her hormone-laden brain couldn't spare any thought for a few aches. With her husband's penis nestled where it belonged, an unexpected feeling of tender love washed over her. Even after everything that had happened that night, Stacy was faintly surprised and very pleased to realize that her deep love for her husband was still the most powerful emotion she possessed. She bent to kiss him... it was tender and soft and she sighed softly with contentment. Jared hugged her gently, feeling equally content in their love.

"None of that," Helen said, bending to take Stacy by her hair. "It's sweet and all but I said I want you to FUCK him." She pulled her upright. Stacy looked up at the older woman. Her short hair was standing in clumps and a sheen of sweat covered her body. Her even tan was marred by a few pink marks, either from abrasion or rough handling. The rubber dildo dangling from her groin dripped with moisture. She looked like a mad-woman.

"Still think you're Queen Slut, huh?" Stacy asked, curious to see what the other woman would do. The night had gone so far already that Stacy felt that she had nothing to lose and possibly a great deal to gain.

With an evil, mocking grin, Helen stepped one foot over Jared's body and faced Stacy. The younger woman was now kneeling comfortably astride her husband, her buttocks resting on his thighs. Helen wrapped both hands around Stacy's neck and attempted to lift her body.

Squawking in surprise, Stacy involuntarily rose on her knees. The smaller woman couldn't really lift her but she could make her very uncomfortable. Shifting her grip slightly, Helen's strong hands sunk into Stacy's shoulders and she pressed her down with all her weight. Stacy sunk back down onto her husband. Hands still at her shoulder, Helen lifted again. Stacy could have shrugged the smaller woman off but was still more than willing to play along. She rose again and then let Helen shove her down again.

"I said fuck him!" Helen screamed, jerking Stacy's body up and down. After a few such bounces, Stacy shook her off.

"Okay, fine," Stacy said. She shifted forward and got her feet under her. Looking at her husband she informed him in a playfully formal voice, "I'm going to fuck you now."

Jared smiled. "Please proceed."

Stacy began bouncing on his dick like a pogo stick. This was actually a favorite pastime of the Lancasters. Riding cock was Stacy's favorite position and the fact that her loving husband could provide enough of it to really satisfy her was what their relationship had originally been based on.

Helen watched the couple hungrily, letting the visual keep her fires stoked. Simply having her pussy filled and pummeled only remained arousing for so long. Variety and stimulation for her mind were what could keep her going for ten hours straight when she had the opportunity to really cut loose. As she stood watching the couple she wasn't so much resting as masturbating her mind.

Frank and Betty had returned, both wearing robes. They murmured inaudibly to one another as the sat down to watch the trio. Betty had cleaned the plastic vibrator that had been buried in her ass and idly twiddled it with her fingers.

Stacy was making a show of her ride, plopping down heavily onto her husband with each bounce, her round ass cheeks slapping loudly. With each impact, she would squeak as if she had been pinched. She was wearing a broad smile. Jared's face was more serious... he was trying to keep the boiling in his balls under control. He wasn't actually very close to cumming yet but he had to stay on top of it if he wanted to last... and he didn't think Helen was through with them yet.

The older woman had begun stroking the long toy in and out of her cunt and was lightly playing with her clit. As the heat in her pussy rose, she needed something more. She turned her ass to Stacy and bent over in front of her, straddling Jared's head. Bending over at the waist and flexing her knees, she hunched over. Taking the toy in both hands, she bent it. The rubber was flexible enough to allow her to loop it back on itself.

"Now watch this. I'll show you who's Queen." Helen began to wedge the free head of the toy into her clamoring pussy alongside the shaft that was already there. The eyes of both Lancaster were locked onto Helen's pussy as it opened up to accept the new addition. With a sudden shift, the toy's second head disappeared into the small woman. Panting and moaning, Helen fed more of the toy into her cunt, bending it over tightly on itself.

She lowered herself to her knees. Jared's chin was inches away from her mound. The loop of the toy was sticking down and Helen pressed it against his chest. Stacy had come to a stop and sunk back down to her knees. She milked her husband's cock with her steaming pussy and she could feel it pulse... but most of her attention was focused on Helen.

The rubber wasn't flexible enough to simply fold on itself. At the bend, it bulged widely enough for Helen to fit all her fingers through the opening. For the first eight inches which were now inside Helen, the shafts pressed together and filled her much the way Jared and the toy had earlier. From that point, they began to separate. Helen balanced herself atop the toy and pressed it down against Jared. With one hand she twisted and prodded the toy. She forced more and more of it into herself.

For a long couple minutes, the room was mostly silent. More and more of the bulging bend in the toy was forced into Helen's snatch. Stacy bent low to watch. The other woman's pussy was being stretched tightly now. Sweat was pouring off as her body struggled with the sensations and exertion.

Amazingly, Helen lowered herself far enough for her dangling pussy lips to brush Jared's chest. The gap between the two sides of the toy disappeared into Helen's body. The entrance of her cunt was stretched around the widest part of the device now. Half an inch more and it would likely disappear, basically pressing itself into her body. Helen's hand felt the toy carefully and determined that she could go no further. If she allowed it to slip into her body, it would be a long struggle to work it out again.

Frank chuckled. "Normally, we tie a string around it."

Stacy looked over at him. "What?"

Frank explained. "We loop a piece of string around it so we can pull it back out after it disappears into her body." Stacy looked back at Helen's pussy in shock. The older swinger gingerly got to her feet and turned to face her. She stepped close and brought her obscenely bloated pussy to within an inch of Stacy's face.

"Actually," Frank continued, "A few of times we've sunk that toy all the way into her cunt and then, I fucked her. To tell you the truth, it was a bit hard on my cock but it fucking drove her off the wall. Twice, she passed out." Stacy was speechless. "It's always nice when we find something that can still make her cum that hard."

Stacy ran a hand along the toy where Helen's lips clung tightly to it. The dildo was a bit under two inches wide. The bend looked to be stretching Helen's cunt five or six inches vertically. Stacy realized that that was quite a bit bigger than her own hand.

With the bulging rubber still inches from Stacy's face, Helen toyed with her clit. "I'm the Queen," she said softly. She stiffened for a split second, her arousal overwhelming her control for a moment. As she slowly breathed out, her other hand cupped Stacy's chin. The pale woman's mouth was open, her pink lips protruding and trembling. Helen hooked her thumb in the other woman's mouth. For a couple seconds, she caressed Stacy's mouth. Stacy briefly sucked on her thumb but then Helen's grip grew strong.

Holding Stacy's jaw tightly, Helen repeated herself in a harsher voice, "I am the Queen." Her fingers pressed into the soft, tender spot beneath Stacy's chin. The pressure urged Stacy to rise. "I told you to fuck your husband," she said. Moving her hand to the top of Stacy's head, she pushed her downward roughly.

Stacy began bobbing up on down on her husband's stiff dick, eyes locked on Helen's cunt. She reached out to touch the dildo and ran her fingers along Helen's tightly stretched pussy lips. The rings piercing her outer lips were pulled close to her body by the tension.

Still moving rhythmically atop Jared, Stacy licked her lips with anticipation. "If you're the Queen Slut, why aren't you getting fucked?" she asked.

"My pussy is full and I have a lovely young slut performing for my pleasure." Helen caressed her own body, moaning in contentment. "What more do I need?"

Stacy didn't answer. Instead, she pressed her fingers against Helen's sex. The older woman almost grabbed her hand to stop her... she really didn't want to lose the toy in her body. But Stacy was quick. Her finger hooked behind the bend in the dildo and slowly began to pull it from the tight grip Helen's cunt had on it. "I would think that the Queen Slut always needs more."

Helen trembled and steadied herself on Stacy's bobbing head. The young slut pulled several inches of rubber from Helen's body and wedged her hand between the two sides of the shaft, taking a firm grip. With the heel of her hand against the curving base, she pressed it back home.

Helen grunted, stifling a shout. She held on to Stacy with both hands, struggling to stay upright. Stacy's hand had forced the bend in the rubber to spread wider. Her knuckles were pressed against Helen's slick pussy lip hard enough to feel it grind against bone.

Stacy was now rhythmically churning her hips back and forth along Jared's body, still fucking him but no longer bouncing up and down. Helen clung to her steady shoulders and the young woman withdrew several inches of the dildo and then shoved it back into Helen, banging her knuckles against her dripping groin.

Helen moaned, long and low. Although the presence of Stacy's hand prevented as much of the toy from sinking into her cunt, it was also making the toy wider. Helen's tortured pussy lips were turning white from the strain and the old slut was trembling uncontrollably.

Helen had done (or allowed others to do) some pretty extreme things to her pussy. Over the past two decades, it had been stretched, stretched and then stretched again. Helen had a pretty good idea of the limit of what her well-trained hole could take... and Stacy was brushing up against that now.

Seeing the arousal and pain in Helen's eyes, Stacy knew that she was pushing the slut to her limit. She also saw that that was exactly where Helen wanted to be. Her churning hips still moving but almost forgotten now, Stacy brought her free hand to Helen's clitoris and rubbed it vigorously against the hard rubber. Yanking and plunging the toy once more, she drove Helen beyond all control.

Unable to stifle her scream, Helen cried out. Helen's shout was wordless and bestial. She staggered against Stacy to the point that the younger woman had to hold her upright. Letting Helen down as gently as possible as the tanned slut alternately went limp and then rigid, Stacy was forced to pull her body away from her husband's throbbing dick.

Helen landed on her back and Stacy ended up on her knees, bent over her. Helen's nascent orgasm was slow to start, her painfully stretched pussy sending mixed signals. Seeing that the other woman seemed to be stuck on the cusp, Stacy helped her past the point of no return by swiftly fucking the doubled-over toy into her cunt half a dozen times while her fingers were locked around her hot pink clit.

It was literally too much for the smaller woman. As her body finally surrendered and lightning shot through her body, Helen knocked Stacy away from her pussy. Shaking and groaning, her eyes glazed, Helen grabbed the toy and began to slowly draw it from her body. As the tension reduced, her pussy transmitted its relief with additional jolts of orgasmic bliss. Hissing and moaning, Helen released the pink dildo. Instinctively, she cupped a hand over her abused sex, pressing against it gently as her climax waned.

At a loss for a moment, Stacy watched the other woman while stroking her own yawning sex. She was beginning to realize that she might have hurt her host. But on the other hand, Helen had not voiced a single word of protest.

Croaking, Helen finally spoke, "Fuck, you little bitch. God damn. I can't remember the last time I was stretched that much." Setting her lips in thin determination. Helen hesitantly rose to hands and knees. She was still very shaky but didn't want to give Stacy the satisfaction of seeing her collapse.

Stacy watched as the other woman crawled toward her. She couldn't read Helen's eyes. Stacy was sitting with her legs crossed when Helen reached her and sort of crawled up her body. "Do you want to see what you did?" Helen asked.

Stacy's response was an uncertain "Ummm".

Helen pressed the girl onto her back, crawling along her body. "Take a look at what you did." Helen brought her abused pussy above Stacy's head. Setting on her knees and stooping over, Helen used both hands to open her sex above Stacy's face. "Look. Look at the Queen's royal hole."

Helen had all four fingers from each hand sunk into her pussy... not just between her lips but pressed deeply into her hole. She spread them apart wide, opening herself before the young woman.

Helen's pink hole gaped enormously. Between Helen's hands, a good two inches of pink-tinged blackness disappeared into her body.

Sliding most of her fingers out of her hole but still hooking it with their tips, Helen sank down onto Stacy's face. Helen's widely splayed cunt engulfed the other woman, covering her from nose to chin. With Stacy's face nestled in her hole, Helen pulled her hands out and then used them to press her pussy lips down around Stacy's cheeks.

Helen's prominent clit lay across Stacy's nose while the girl's chin rubbed against the base of her cunt. Stacy's mouth was aligned with her hole and she could sense the openness of Helen's cavern.

Pressing her weight down on Stacy and wiggling her hips, it looked like she was trying to fit the woman's head in her cunt. When she felt that she had wedged as much of the other woman's face into her crease as she could, she tightened her pussy muscles.

The walls closed in on Stacy. The openness Stacy sensed collapsed and Helen's hole nipped at Stacy's lips, almost grabbing hold of them.

Helen pulled herself away from Stacy, leaving the girl wide-eyed and gasping. Pulling her pussy lips apart again, she showed Stacy her tightly closed pussy. Then, before her eyes, it yawned open again forming a hole bigger around than Jared's cock. "Who is the Queen?" She asked.

"You are the Queen, mam".

Satisfied, Helen called to Betty, "Toss me the vibe."

Helen turned around and caught the plastic toy. Twisting its base, she turned in on. Without preamble, she pressed it to Stacy's mound. Running it up and down the girl's slit, she then pressed it into her body. The slim six-inch toy disappeared and Stacy's lips closed over it. Then Helen beckoned to Jared. "Get over here and fuck your wife".

Jared approached his cock still hard as steel. He looked questioningly at Helen. "Go ahead, fuck her. Put that dick of yours in your wife and make her cum."

Licking his lips, Jared pointed his cock at his wife's slightly open pussy. He gently pressed its head to her slit and then into her hole. He felt the base of the buzzing machine. Shifting and angling his body, he slowly worked the head of his cock deeper, first pushing the toy ahead of it and then after sinking in a couple inches, he was able to slide beside it.

The toy was now deep in Stacy's body. She had felt its tip come to rest against her cervix about the time Jared was able to slide along-side it. Stacy was tense and excited but had to concentrate to keep from clenching her cunt. If she did that then Jared wasn't going to get anywhere.

The vibrator pressed against the walls of Stacy's pussy and sent shivers through her body. Jared sunk in deeper, the prominent head of his clock sliding along and spreading Stacy's inner passage.

For a moment, Stacy lost control and clenched at the invaders. Both Lancasters grunted in response. The vibrations became more intense in the tight grasp of Stacy's cunt which caused her to squeeze harder still. It took several long seconds and as many careful breathes for Stacy to ease off and regain some control.

Jared's cock completed its journey and his tightly packed scrotum came to rest against his wife's ass.

Jared held himself deep in his wife's body. The hard plastic of the vibrator pressed against his shaft and he could feel the sharp edge at its base. Knowing that it would be a bad idea to start pounding away at his wife, he slowly drew back his hips an inch or two and then pressed forward again.

Stacy's cunt was hot and eager but she didn't think a vigorous screw was a good idea under the circumstances either. As her husband was easing his cock back and forth, Stacy stirred her hips subtly and milked his cock with her cunt muscles. With each change of pressure in her womb, the vibrator's tone would rise and fall. She lay a hand across her stomach, the tips of her fingers laced into her soft bush. She could feel the little toy buzz and throb.

Helen knelt beside her. Her eyes were calm and she wore a gentle smile. She pecked Stacy on the nose and rested a hand on her chest. Her smile faded when her eyes passed over the pale woman's breasts. The perfect white slopes were a mottled pink now with a few hints of darker purple where slight bruising was beginning to show. Helen pursed her lips with regret. "I hurt you, didn't I?"

Stacy didn't deny it. She shrugged. "I'll live." She ground herself against her husband as he paused.

Helen lay on her side next to Stacy, one arm across the girl’s body and the other supporting her head. She pressed herself close, molding her hard little body against Stacy's softer curves. Helen sighed, "It wasn't supposed to be like that. I'm thinking I should apologize or something."

Jared moved slowly in his wife, listening to the older woman. He had been surprised by how far things had gone himself.

Stacy lay quietly for a little bit before speaking. "What was it supposed to be like?"

Helen was very gently circling one of Stacy's nipples with a fingertip. Though redder than usual, it stood tall and eager. "Well, we were supposed to be gentle with you. Just a little swapping, you know." Helen's hand moved to the other peak. "Not shove your hand in another woman's pussy or try to rip your tits off or try to intimidate you."

Stacy smiled and her voice was teasing but throaty, "Well, it really wasn't that bad."

Helen bent closer to kiss her on the cheek. "Well, I'm glad we didn't scare you away."

A look crossed Stacy's face that got Helen's attention quickly. "Did we?"

Jared had come to a stop again as Stacy shook her head sharply, "No, you didn't scare me away. Uh..." She seemed at a loss for words. "I guess there are still some things I'm processing. I'm not sure how I feel about some of this."

Helen was quiet for a while. Her hand kept moving along Stacy's body and Jared caressed her hips and legs. Helen cleared her throat, "Well, just so everything's clear, there is a lot of variety among swingers and swappers." Stacy rose an eyebrow, waiting to hear Helen's pitch. "What happened here tonight was fairly intense as things go. You can have everything from quiet screws with a new guy in your own bed to S&M orgies that make tonight look like kindergarten recess."

Stacy chuckled at the comparison. There was something knowing yet somehow uncertain in her eyes. "I'm not scared about what I might encounter. I'm worried about what I might become."

Helen was interested now... and so was Jared. Frank and Betty were listening as well. "How so?" Helen asked.

Stacy looked around in a moment of nervousness. "I felt something tonight. I know I could get into this kind of thing. I mean really, really into it." She ran a hand through her hair. Jared noted that the peaks of Stacy's breasts had subsided and her pussy had gone still.

"And?" Helen asked.

"I just don't know if it's a good idea for me to go down that road." She looked at her husband, her eyes glistening. "I love Jared. I love my life the way it is. We have great sex... and we also like watching TV together and trading books to read and bitching about work together... I don't want that to change." She looked back at Helen. "This is fun but I don't want it to be my life."

Helen sat up, her face sober. "You think this is my life?"

Stacy shrugged. "You tell me. I know you’re a surgeon so of course, it isn't really your entire life or anything but... well, how did you get this point?"

Helen didn't answer for a long time. Stacy was certain she had offended the other woman. In fact, she had a bit. But Helen stayed calm and looked at it from the young woman's point of view. Finally, she answered, "Okay, I can see what you are saying I guess. You want your life and your marriage to have a lot of dimensions, not just one or two big ones."

Stacy was relieved that at least the other woman seemed to understand what she was saying. "Yeah, I guess that's it. And like I said, I think I probably could get drawn in too deeply. Maybe I don't trust myself or something."

Helen slid her finger along the soft crease at Stacy's navel. "I am an... intense person. Its what got me through medical school and residency and up the ladder in my field. And I do know that my sex life has always been my big, intense way of coping with the stress. So maybe I am a bit two-dimensional and maybe that's not for everyone. But does that really have anything to do with swinging? Is it a reason for *you* not to do it?"

Stacy stared at the other woman. "Wow. I don't think many people can look at their own lives that way."

"I've actually had these thoughts before. Look, honey, you don't know a tenth of the stuff I've put myself through, the things I've let people do to me. I've absolutely had to question whether this behavior was good for me or even sane." Stacy's eyes had grown a bit wide. Helen went on, "But when I've asked myself that, I've answered that I always maintain control over the situation and that in the end... at the end of the night I go to sleep and I don't have a thousand concerns and fears running through my head."

"So, I get pleasure from this and it takes my mind off work. But you didn't answer my question. *I* am like this and that sort of thing probably isn't for you. But there's a lot more to swinging than this. You could find your own place... why do you hesitate?"

Stacy thought before answering. "Because I think my place probably would end up being pretty... intense. That's what I tried to say earlier. It feels like a slippery slope to me. Doing whatever feels good sounds nice at first glance and saying "it's not hurting anyone" is good too but what if it affects other parts of my life? You said you're always in control. I accept that that is true for you... but I can't be sure *I* will maintain control."

Helen shook her head in uncertainty. "I'm still not sure I see what you're worried about." Having been silent through all of this, Betty spoke up, "I know what's she's getting at." Everyone looked at her. "Helen, you remember when I decided to be abstinent for about six months, right."

Helen nodded, "Of course. And I think you did the right thing. It was obvious you weren't happy. Actually, before then I don't think I had ever known you to be happy."

Betty left the couch and crawled to sit by the other women. "Stacy, I don't talk much about this but I hated myself. And I think I deserved it. Since I was, like, fourteen or so I'd been letting guys use my body as a way of being popular. People paid attention to me because I was a slut. Eventually, it got to the point where that's all I thought I was... and I hated myself for it. Like I said, what I was then probably deserved my hate."

Helen looked back and forth between the two other women. "I don't really think that's what Stacy is worried about." She looked questioningly at Stacy, "Is it?"

"Well, it's close. Betty says she felt like her worth was tied up in sex and she didn't like that. I don't want all my pleasure and fun tied up in sex. And what I felt here tonight kind of tells me that I could become... obsessed."

Helen lay down against Stacy again. As if flipping a switch, as Helen began to caress her breasts again, Stacy abruptly becomes aware of the vibrator still humming within her. Her sheath flexed and Jared's cock pulsed in return. Helen said, "Stacy, I don't think you have anything to worry about. From what I can tell, you have a good head on your shoulders. You'll find your way and reach a happy balance. I'm sure of it."

Stacy had no response... but a flush was returning to her face and her nipples stood taller. "In the meantime, I think I can convince you to give it another try," Helen whispered just prior to taking a nipple between her lips and sucking delicately.