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Yes, she would have plenty of sex now. So why? she asked herself, did she still feel a
strange emptiness?
John, of course. Not all the fucking, nor all the cunt-lapping in the world could make
up for loss of that wonderful, warm, sensuous love she and John had shared in the early
part of their marriage. She'd trade all she had now - Helen, the dogs, Kathy, if only
that intimacy with her husband could be restored.
I must have done something wrong Sally thought unhappily, even as the dog licked the
last of his cum from her pussy lips. Why else would my husband be so disgusted with
the idea of making love to me?

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Chapter 7
Sally was confused. John's disgust wasn't aimed at her, nor at her lovely young body
John's disgust was self-disgust.
He was not consciously aware of it, but he loathed himself for the way he made his
living. He was a Real Estate salesman, working for one of the most ruthless brokers in
the city, Mr. Scott, whose business life spanned fifty years of ever increasing greed. He
wheeled, he dealed, he connived and he grew rich. He crawled on his belly, when that
was necessary to make a deal, and he insisted that his employees crawl on their bellies,
anything to butter up a client.
Naturally, there was some hidden part of Mr. Scott that felt self-disgust too, for his
grasping, wheedling life He took out this hidden loathing on anyone around him who
he had power over. Such as John. He badgered John, lost his temper at him, humiliated
him, pushed him.
John took it all. The money he was making was considerable. He could see that if he
kept it up for a few more years, he would be as rich as Mr. Scott. All he had to do was
just keep in there, he repeatedly told himself. Keeping in there meant absorbing insults,
from prospective buyers, prospective sellers, and of course, Mr. Scott. All he had to do
was live in an atmosphere of greed and fear.
His outlet for frustration was his wife. The manner of that outlet was sexual aversion.
His own self-disgust fastened itself to Sally's sweet little blonde-haired cunt. It sickened
him to fuck her. There was nothing he could do about it. As long as he remained in his
world of greed and self-humiliation he was only half-human. Way in the background,
he loved his wife as much as ever. She was his life companion. How doubly humiliating
to be swamped in self-loathing in front of one's life companion.

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One person who had a small insight into John's problem was Helen. She didn't know
just what was bothering him, but she had seen such situations before. She liked Sally,
loved her a little, actually. She hated to see her friend so unhappy at home. She decided
to see if she couldn't do something about it.
There was a certain amount of self interest at stake, because she decided the best
approach would be to seduce John. She liked that idea. She had met John a couple of
times. He was a big, good-looking man.
She decided the time to act was when Sally was still at the spa, learning to fuck her dog.
She planned it carefully. She drove by the house where John and Sally lived one
evening and saw the lights were on.
She parked her car about a mile away, then went to a phone booth and called John. "I
hate to ask you," she said when he answered, "but my car broke down I wonder if you
could give me a ride home?"
John agreed readily enough. He found the house curiously empty without Sally there.
He drove to the location Helen had given him. She was waiting by her car. "A good-
looking woman," he thought as he saw her standing there. Helen had dressed rather
conservatively, in a two-piece suit. But a two piece suit that fit her willowy, big-titted
figure to perfection.
Once in the car, Helen settled comfortably beside John, not to close, but close enough
so that he was very aware of the warm sweet smell of her.
Helen was a good conversationalist. During the ten minute drive to her house, she did
everything she could to relax John. To make him want more of her company. Then she
invited him in. "I'm so grateful for your help," she said. "I'd like to give you a drink."

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John hesitated. He was always cautious around women. In his business it didn't do to
get a reputation as a playboy. Mr. Scott would come down on him like a ton of bricks.
But his libido was beginning to stir. As yet, he had no intention of trying to fuck Helen.
However, her company was making him feel very much alive. He finally convinced
himself it was all right because what was Helen to him really, but a close friend of his
wife. He went in.
Helen immediately did as she said she would. She mixed them drinks. But when she
carried them over to the couch, where they were going to sit, she staged an accident,
spilling most of her drink down the front of her suit. "Oh, Damn!" she said irritably.
"That's cold!"
John started to spring up to help her. "No... no, that's all right," she assured him. "Just
sit there and drink your drink. I'll go into the other room and change out of these wet
clothes."
John settled back on the couch and watched Helen walk out of the room He liked the
way her skirt molded to the rich swell of her buttocks. He took a big sip of his drink. It
was very strong.
Helen walked straight into her bedroom, knowing that John was seated so that he was
facing the door. She left the door open, then turned left into the bedroom, out of John's
sight.
However, as she well knew, the bedroom door had a full length mirror on its living
room side. She had carefully slanted the mirror so that John could see the part of the
bedroom she was going to dress in. While it wasn't obvious she'd intended it that way,
she'd be dressing and undressing in plain view of her friend's husband.

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John, glanced idly around the living room at first, sipping more of his drink. Then, his
gaze rounded forward, naturally going to the mirror on the door. It was then that he
realized he could see into Helen's bedroom.
He saw Helen. She was standing by the closet and had already taken off her suit jacket
and was fumbling with the skirt. John started to jerk his eyes away, but the knowledge
Helen didn't know he was looking worked an irresistible fascination on him. He
watched her as she continued to undress.
Helen took off her clothes with seductive slowness. After loosening the waistband of her
skirt, she pulled out her blouse and unbuttoned it. John watched as she took it off. She
was wearing a pink brassiere, molded to the shape of her perfect tits.
The skirt went next, dropping in a soft heap around Helen's ankles. There was no slip
underneath, only long pantyhose. They remained on as Helen reached her arms behind
her back and undid the clasp of her bra.
As she peeled the bra forward, John sipped hard on his drink. He knew he shouldn't be
watching, that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to look away.
But he wanted to see those tits. He was rewarded a moment later, as Helen peeled the
flimsy bra from her breasts and tossed it on the bed.
John's intrigued eyes stared at the mirror and at the reflections of Helen's half-naked
body. What a pair of tits! His eyes drank in the full rich curves, the slightly swollen
nipples, darker than his wife's nipples. Different and therefore a little more interesting.
He liked the way Helen looked now, wearing nothing but her panty hose and a pair of
highheeled shoes, her big tits bouncing and jiggling a little as she turned back from
tossing her bra on the bed. He reflected that she sure had big tits for such a slender

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woman.
Now Helen was rolling down the top of her panty hose, baring inch by inch the creamy
flesh of her hips and thighs. She was turned a little away from John, so he couldn't see
her pussy. But he loved her ass as she suddenly bent low to strip the panty hose from
her feet. Her ass was surprisingly lush. He realized Helen wasn't as slender as he
thought. Just her waist and legs. Tits, ass, hips, she had them all.
Now Helen turned toward the mirror. For a moment John was afraid she might look up
and see him, but she concentrated on folding her clothes and stacking them on a chair
near the bed. He could see her pussy now, or at least the thick curly brown pussy hair
covering it. A nice lush triangle of fur up between her sleek thighs. God, his wife sure
had a good-looking friend.
Helen turned and quickly pulled on a robe. Apparently she wasn't going to dress. That
made John a little uneasy. Part of his uneasiness was because he realized he was getting
an erection. Watching Helen undress had had its effect.
He turned quickly and busied himself with a magazine as Helen came out of the
bedroom. He expected her to go into the kitchen and make herself another drink, but
when he looked up, she was starting to kneel in front of him.
Their eyes met. There was laughter in hers. "I saw you watching me in the mirror," she
said.
John started to blush. "Did you get this because of watching me?" Helen asked. John
wondered what she meant, when she suddenly put her hand on top of his gently
throbbing cock.
He nearly jumped out of his seat. His cock gave a mighty lurch as Helen's hand pressed

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down gently on his tell-tale erection.
"Well...?" she asked.
"Helen... I..." John started to say, but didn't know how to continue.
"I can see that at least part of you liked watching me undress," Helen murmured. Her
hand pressed harder against his cock, then began to massage it through his pants.
It felt incredibly good to John. As his cock continued to throb and lurch under Helen's
massaging fingers, he realized how horny he was. God, he'd hardly fucked in the last
several months!
Of course, John had hidden his horniness from himself. How else could he have
continued to share the same bed with his lovely blonde wife and refuse to fuck her
regularly?
Now the horniness came rushing to the surface like a geyser of boiling water. He stared
down at Helen. The top of her robe had fallen open a little, baring most of one
gorgeous tit He knew now, of course, what her body looked like under that robe. A
beautiful, sexy body. And one obviously ready for him. He had no doubt in his mind
Helen meant to seduce him.
He knew he should get up immediately and leave the house. He was in danger of being
unfaithful to his wife. He wanted to get up, or so he thought, but his legs seemed
unable to function.
Then Helen quickly unzipped his fly and reached inside. "Oh, God!" John moaned as
her cool fingers closed around his fast-hardening rod. He felt it give another mighty
lurch.

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It was almost too big by now to get out through his fly, but Helen managed. She fished
his bloated shaft out carefully, stroking it gently. It grew and grew under her soft touch.
Neither of them said anything. Helen looked up at him mischievously, then opened her
mouth and slid her lips over the tip of his cock.
God damn, she was going to blow him!
"Uuuunnggghhh!" John moaned as Helen began to suck his rod. He quickly began
panting. His hands reached down and grabbed big handfuls of the couch covering.
Almost unbearable bolts of ecstasy raced through his loins, zinging through his cock
and making his balls pull up tautly toward his body.
Helen's lips grabbed tightly around his throbbing prick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed and
filled rhythmically as she sucked steadily.
John leaned forward, groping for Helen. His right hand reached down inside the top of
her robe, seeking out her tits. His fingers closed first over one full resilient tit then the
other. He felt how much bigger Helen's nipples were than his wife's.
Helen seemed to be getting a little excited too. He could see how dark and smoky her
eyes had become as she sucked on his cock. His fingers worked on her rigidly stiffening
nipples.
John was losing control. His body began to jerk and twitch as his passion increased. His
cock felt like it was buried in red hot molten lava the wet heat of Helen's avidly sucking
mouth.
He knew he was about to cum. His hand jerked up from Helen's tits, his fingers
grabbing her by the head. He began working her mouth on and off his cock, fucking

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her mouth down against the quivering organ.
Was she ready for it he wondered? Was she ready to have her mouth pumped full of his
spouting semen? He gave her a warning. "G-Gonna cum!" he choked out. "Gonna
shoot off!"
Not that he was about to let her pull her mouth away from his already jerking cock. He
wanted very badly to cum in her mouth. He wanted her sucking just like she was
sucking now when he finally came.
His fingers tangled themselves in her thick brown hair. He pulled her head closer to his
loins, until only a little bit of the end of his cock was protruding from her mouth.
John started to cum. He felt the first rush of semen racing the length of his shuddering
cock, seeming to burn its way toward the tip. "YYYAAAHHH!" he bellowed.
Helen nearly killed him. As he came, she continued to suck artfully, pulling the hot
scalding jets of semen right up from his balls. John felt as if she were pulling something
out of him by the roots. He flailed and moaned, quivered and jerked. And all the time
his bucking cock shot load after load of boiling sperm down Helen's throat.
She swallowed it all very neatly, not spilling a drop. John, looking down in his few sane
moments, saw her head bobbing madly up and down as she swallowed. He kept
ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her face, feeling the spouting tip bang against
the back of her throat.
Finally he fell back weakly, completely drained. His orgasm was over. Helen gave
another suck or two in his softening rod, then pulled her mouth away. One last half-
spurt shot weakly out, splattering Helen's chin. The thick semen started to drip, but
Helen's little pink tongue shot out and expertly cleaned it from her lower lip. Then she

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sat back on her heels, obviously very pleased with herself.
The top of her robe was now almost completely open. Her beautiful tits peeked boldly
out at him, the nipples hard and pointed because of the eager way his fingers had
mauled them.
John looked down at the wilted shape of his drained prick, lolling from his open fly.
Then he looked back at Helen, who knelt before him, a seductive smile on her face. He
felt his depleted cock lurch anew.
John surged to his feet. He reached down and pulled Helen to him, then mashed his
mouth down against her mouth. His tongue wormed in between her cherry-red lips.
As they kissed passionately, John realized how much he wanted to fuck this beautiful
woman. He suddenly reached down and swept Helen off her feet. Still kissing her on
the mouth, he carried her into the bedroom and lay her down on the big bed.
A moment later he was tearing off his clothes, while Helen shrugged out of her robe.
Now, she lay naked on the bed, directly beneath him. His eyes raked up and down her
lovely nude body, finally fastening on the perfect triangle of her pussy hair. He realized
he had not yet touched her cunt.
When he too was naked, John got onto the bed, next to Helen. They kissed again, and
while they kissed the fingers of his right hand were busy prying into her cunt.
His fingertip slid past her pussy lips. He realized her cunt was very wet and slippery.
Obviously she wanted to fuck as much as he did.
John's finger went straight up into Helen's pussy hole. "Oohh, that's wonderful!" Helen
whimpered. It was the first, passionate, uncontrolled thing she'd said so far. Realizing