Chapter 154

"Open the door!"

I opened the door and Helen came in and closed it behind her. I was standing there in a towel and she was still in jeans and western shirt.

"Alex is at home, not missing me at all. He is fucking your wife in my bed! I thought about that in the taxi ride to my hotel. I got all the way to my room, called the desk asking that I not be disturbed for the night, messed up the bed and came here."

She smiled and took the towel from me. My erection jumped and she smiled.

"I'm happy to see you, too."

On her knees she told me again about how happy she was to be in the room with me. In short order I gushed into her mouth and she swallowed everything I gave her. She stood up and we held each other.

At the side of the bed I undressed her. I talked while I undressed her. As the buttons opened on her shirt I asked, "Are you here with me as revenge?"

When the shirt came off she said, "At first I wanted to fuck you because they were cheating on us. No more. Alex ended our marriage. I can stand that and spend a year or two being sad and mopey, feeling sorry for myself and playing victim songs on the radio. Or, I can get back to living life the way I like life. I want you in bed with me but please don't fuck me."

"No?"

"No. Join with me, love me, let's pleasure each other but please, let's not fuck."

I nodded and unbuttoned her jeans. I was impressed. She was wearing my favorite jeans, Levis 501's. Button front. When they were unbuttoned I pushed her back and she sat on the bed. I stepped over her leg and pulled off her boot. She gave me the other boot and I pulled it off too. Then I grabbed the leg ends and pulled. The jeans came right off. She unhooked her lacy bra and tossed it aside.

On my knees between her knees I was eye level with her tits. I had known Helen and Alex for at least ten years and had never seen her in a bikini or seen more than a tiny glance of her lace covered breasts. Now she was exposed to me. For me.

"Tell me what you like." I said as I reached for her shoulders.

"I like being loved, cared for, slowly stimulated and explored."

"I'll do what I can. Let's start with a shower. We have both been up and traveling for many hours."

We went into the bathroom and I restarted the shower. I washed her from top to bottom and down both legs. We kissed often. She washed me, more to explore me than to get me clean. We kissed often. She shut off the water and dried me. I dried her and led her back to the bed.

"Helen, I want our first time in bed together to be memorable. I want us to get in bed and hold each other and fall asleep holding each other. When we wake up I think that would be the perfect time for us to join, softly, gently and with passion."

Helen held my face in her hands and a tear slid down her cheek. We slowly kissed and then she got in bed, making room for me beside her. She adjusted herself against me and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her once and we were asleep.

Just about every man I know has a fantasy of waking up with a lover's mouth holding our cock. When I married Mary I had the fantasy. It came true twice. Twice, over nineteen years ago. Waking up with Helen didn't have her mouth holding my cock. She was riding me. I was on my back and her hips straddled mine. Her hips slid back and forth against me with my cock buried deep inside her.

When I opened my eyes she bent over and kissed me.

"Good morning! I saw your invitation when I woke up and I couldn't wait to say yes!"

"I hope you put a condom on me."

"Why?" She stopped moving and looked scared.

"I don't want to start a baby this morning."

Helen started bouncing up and down on me. She laughed and said, "No chance. I no longer make babies!"

"Then why are we doing this?"

My hands held her hips and helped lift her for each stroke.

"For fun! For pleasure! For therapy!"

"Ride me! Enjoy me any way you'd like! I love how you feel and how you look!"

She rode me hard and I helped her enjoy the ride with my movements and my hands. I watched the blush on her chest and watched her face as she got closer and closer to an orgasm. When it arrived her body stiffened and she groaned deep and loud. I held on, giving her stability so she didn't fall over.

As she regained her self she leaned forward and rested on my chest. I held her and kissed her. She pulled the sheet up over us and in seconds we both were asleep.

It was almost noon when we got up. We showered, dressed and went to Helen's room. She needed fresh clothes. As she changed I called our lawyer.

He let us know that Alex and Mary spent the night in Mary's bed and the photographer had pictures from our patio, bedroom, living room and my computer desk. I thanked him and said that would be enough.

Helen and I got in my car and I drove toward Lake Meade. We talked a lot. Our thoughts and words were angry, then sad, then hurt and by the time we were in Kingman Arizona I was only sad. Our conversation had me realize that Mary and I had stopped loving and caring for each other quite a while ago. We both loved our kids, but not each other. Helen came to the same conclusion about her relationship with Alex.

We stayed in Kingman long enough to have dinner and headed back to Las Vegas. Time went and we didn't notice. We talked about our lives. We talked about what we wanted for the next few years. We talked about how our kids would be with our divorces.

Back at my hotel I packed and put my suitcase in my car. I checked out of the hotel and moved into Helen's room. We joined and she cried as we did. My John Wayne persona didn't want me to cry but I came close to crying anyway. It was more than sex, it was being fully connected. I used my hands, mouth, tongue, knee and cock to pleasure Helen. Usually, in my past with Mary, I spent our time in bed headed for our orgasms. In bed with Helen I didn't care about an orgasm. I cared about being connected to her. I'd heard about being connected this way but it had never happened to me before.

Morning found us in bed uncovered and Helen spread out on her back. I got up and peed. When I came back to bed I wondered if women have a fantasy of waking up while a man eats their pussy. As slowly as I could I put myself between her legs and touched her lips with my tongue. At the first touch Helen moaned softly and her legs opened just a little. I loved the feeling of power that gave me.

Stroke after stroke my tongue touched her along her slit. It wasn't long before her eyes opened and her hands held my head against her pussy. As she opened wider to me I tasted her nectar and smelled her arousal. I didn't touch her clit at all.

My hands held her hips as I lapped up her juices. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her breasts. As I touched her nipples they hardened and elongated to over half an inch long. I tugged on them, lifting them, releasing them, over and over. Helen moaned, again and again.

Softly she said, "Please make me cum. Drink me."