The first prison term with Helen

This story, to my shame, is absolutely true. To save embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her name and some of the minuscule details that might give a cue to her tangible identicalness. I don't know who will register this and would hate for it to get back to her and make any difficulties.
I met Helen on product line. Her handgrip was"gentlewoman of Kent ”. The chat tune was a resign assembly, I can't remember which one it was now and it doesn't really matter. Just that it was the vehicle that brought us together. We chatted over several months, slowly discovering piddling snippets about each other, developing an on-line friendship and enjoying each other's power point of view.
However, in the nature of these chat-lines, we got onto things intimate. It was light hearted backchat or flights of fancy only.
Helen's sexual experience was limited to say the to the lowest degree. She had married her first fan and apart from a one off with person she had fallen for several yr before, had never stepped out of her marriage. The one off was something she regretted deeply and realised that he had groomed her for his own gratification. It was only the one time.
Sex for her, was the once each week missionary position, no variety, no excitement and very likely, goose egg Thomas More than something functional. Her marriage had lasted for eighteen geezerhood and, apart from the initial setting up home and having nestling, had become stale and oil production. I guess Helen was at the point in her life history when she looked critically at herself and realised that time had passed her by and if she didn't do something quickly, she would be too old to determine that Dame Muriel Spark of excitement she read about in magazines. I suppose she might have also thought that her girls, three of them, were holding her backrest from her desire. Helen wanted to learn, go to college and turn self employed as an accountant. A dilemma to any fair sex, the clout of ego evolution and opposite haulage of motherhood, something Helen felt acutely.
I, on the other hired man, could be considered something of a slut. My dick pointed the way and I invariably followed. I rarely, if ever, refused the opportunity to make love an uncommitted woman. My thirty twelvemonth marriage had survived by some miracle, mostly because I had managed to hold back the two face of my persona separate and also, I loved my wife. Loving her though wasn't enough for me. I liked the thrill of the hunt. I liked the conquering and submission of will. I had had many lovers over the thirty years, but always came home to a wife who loved me totally, with a blind trust that I really didn't deserve. Sex between my wife and I was anything but boring. Jen had discovered her liking for bondage, fire up sadism and masochistic sex. It made for interesting dark and repeated washing of bedding.
Lucky man you might think. I would throw to agree, but I had a greed and hungriness and as I said, loved the thrill of the hunt, pursuit and submission. Helen of Troy was, initially, the next subject of my attention. Chatting with her on-line was parting of that Leigh Hunt where, by stealth I gradually broke down her defensive structure until we met one foreboding day.
Neither of us could be called perfect specimens of the human slipstream or particularly beautiful, but, in that short group meeting on a gay day at a Kentish zoo, strong-arm magnet had been added to the online fancy we had developed. We didn't make dear on that first meeting, but subsequent chats on-line took on a whole new direction. Gradually, Helen of Troy was persuaded that she really wanted to make love my brain out and vice versa. I could be a calculating bastard, but that is just one of the weapons in the arsenal of a serial sex predator. Helen of Troy really had become enmeshed in a web of my making, my ambush if you like. All that was needed now was the opportunity to bound it, then, once sprung, have my way and notch her as another subjection. ( I will propose no defence to any charge that I was a complete shit ).
Helen provided the perfect opportunity. She was to travel to John Griffith Chaney with the company she worked for and be the interpreter on their stand at a vino expo in Olympia. Although she only lived approximately two hr travel away, she decided to stay in townsfolk. Now, I am sure that in the backbone of her mind, the chance to spend a nighttime or two, away from nursing home and in the blazon of a buff, had more than a piffling to do with her planning.
I visited her while she was on the point of view selling the wine-coloured her knob had brought up from Kent. Of row, she had dressed for the occasion and looked mythical. Wickedly, I goosed her and was delight to see her blush scarlet while offering tasters to prospective customers. How she kept a straight expression and level voice as she spoke to them with my hand up her skirt from behind beats me, but she did.
Helen had to be careful. Her boss was around and he knew her husband very well. I suppose the peril of discovery added to the flush. She had been booked into a bed and breakfast locally to Olympia for the two nights she was to be away. I had former ideas though and had booked a case in Selsdon parking lot Hotel just outside of Croydon. The cost I though, was Worth it and would of row, impress her. Looking back, that might have been a mistake. It led to all kinds of difficulty and recrimination, eventually to fateful import to her marriage.
The appearance finished for the day. Helen went to the B & B with her foreman, which complicated things a little and meant some phrenetic text subject matter asking me to await and then having to change architectural plan so that we arranged to meet at Victoria post.
dissembling tiredness, Helen retired early, leaving her boss at the bar to go to her elbow room. Carefully, she left the cheap hotel and made her way to Queen Victoria Station and me.
We picked up my car and drove out to Croydon. Selsdon Park is a five star topology hotel. An old building covered in ivy. It sat in extensive formal gardens with a terrace lawn and has a backup golf game course all around it. A night there is a low fortune in a cortege but as I said, worth the expense.
Neither of us wanted to eat when we arrived and checked in. The food looked deluxe, but our appetence were squashed by a mixture of excitement and spunk. The cortege was all it could be, on-suite shower and bathroom, vast bed and a well-stocked mini-bar. The décor was a little dark for my tastes, but the carpeting was so plush, it felt like you sunk into it.
Helen looked at me, silent and looking frighten, like a rabbit in the head lamps of an on-rushing car. I asked if she was okay and if she wanted to stake out of what we had planned. Somehow, she answered in the negative, despite the croak of a dry throat. I went for a shower, leaving her to set herself, make whatever calls she needed to and try to calm down a bit.
She was under the bed covers when I came back into the room. They had been pulled up to her chin, her apparel dumped over the armchair in an untidy heap, suggesting that she had hurried so that I didn't watch her get unclothe. I could interpret that, could empathize her nervousness and trepidation. It was after all, her first real elicit experience, her first metre of a planned intimate clash outside of her marriage and also, the realisation of a shared fancy between us, evolved from so many online conversations. I thought it best to just take thing easily. It was just as well I had put on the bathrobe hung in the shower bath room because I think she might have bolted if I were naked, such was her skittish condition.
We shared a scotch and soda, with me sitting on the edge of the bed while she trembled under the cover. I stroked her nerve and smoothed her pilus, trying to get her to settle. Gradually, the trembling subsided as the Scotch malt whiskey and docile stroke soothed her.
Inch by inch, the bed covers slipped from her as she sat and sipped her scotch. We spoke about anything that came to mind in a random order of inconsequence, delaying the moment that would be the low gear step to an cheating coupling and something beyond where she thought she would ever go.
Gradually, I stoked her neck and shoulder, working my way down until I could release the sheet from where she had it trapped under her arm pits. I wanted to see her white meat. I wanted to fondle them and get to experience her consistence more intimately.
She put up a token ohmic resistance to my manus tugging the canvas. It was not a serious attempt to keep covered. The sheet slipped down to around her shank and revealed her mamilla. They were small with inverted nipples and looked out of proportion with the quietus of her. Helen was quite grandiloquent, had quite wide hips, but her mammilla were very small for her consistency size. I cupped one, which fitted in the ribbon of my helping hand quite comfortably.
"They are too small."She said and looked apologetically at me."I don't wear a bra about of the time."I could see that she was embarrassed by their relative size.
"They are thoroughgoing. Any bigger would be a waste."It was an old descent and not very archetype, but I hoped it would take a leak her smell better."Helen of Troy, you should never experience embarrassed about your body. It is an amazing thing and can do so much More than you know."Her turn back nipple had now become pronounced as it grew hard under my fingers."You see how it responds ? It truly is a noteworthy thing."
I took her looking glass from her trembling fingers and placed it, with mine on the bedside cabinet.
Having brought one nipple to the surface, I thought to do the same with the other and then with both at the same time, using both hands.
"That's nice."She said, visibly getting into the smell of her nipple being treated to a start division massage. Both nipples were now standing proud, not very big, but the complete inverse of inverted.
I pushed her back gently until the pillows were supporting her in a resupine position. It allowed her to watch as her teats became even harder. slight buds sticking up from belittled areoles of a darker pelt tone than the whiteness of her body.
"I love your freckles."I told her as the wickedness spots became apparent. They covered her shoulders and chest and I truly enjoyed seeing them. I slowly bent at the waist to buss the pap nearest to me, drawing the small nub between my lips and teeth. Helen of Troy thrust her chest forward, offering herself to me, to my oral fissure and the warmth of my knife. Lightly, I gripped with teeth and flicked the tip of my tongue over the steep tip of her mamilla. My reward was to feel it harden even more and a moan of delight escape from her mouth.
I realised that I hadn't kissed her yet. In my rushing, I had just gone for the nipple and had forgotten to start at the offset. It was a bit late now, but I thought important to do. After all, I intended to get laid this woman, but for it to be the way I wanted it to be, needed to get the fundamental frequency right so that it was the trump for both of us.
I wriggled onto the bed proper to lie alongside her. My bathrobe had hit the level leaving me in boxers. My leftfield arm scooted under her head and I drew her into a passionate kiss. Our breather and tongues mingled while I caressed her breast. It seemed I had done the right thing. Almost immediately, Helen of Troy's breath became lecture, her body arched and her legs opened wide, ready for my launching. I was in no hastiness though, we had all Nox and I desperately wanted her to get the fuck of her life sentence. I wanted her to know an orgasm, something she had admitted to never having had before or thought she hadn't. It was my goal to provide her with her first and hopefully, the dear she would ever have.
The buss grew delirious as her motivation rose. I let go of her breast and touched her quim, pleasantly surprised that she had not shaved her hair off. I love a naked quim, but sometimes, eau-naturale is just as well. I hit upon her clitoris and gave it the slightest of strokes with a fingertip. Helen gasped into my oral cavity and drew her knees up, making access to her sex easier. She was soaking already. Her lubrication had seeped into her hair. I had never known a woman get so wet so quickly.
My index slipped into her easily. I imagined what it would look like, buried deep inside her while her tomentum closed around my knuckle. She gasped again and then made throaty noise as I finger fucked her. I slide a second finger inside. It is a much stronger ministration where living is given to the hooking massage of my digit to her G spot and makes for a more powerful, less straining action at law, giving dandy pleasure.
Without too much thought, I added my little finger and then all four fingers were inside her. Helen was bucking her hip joint, driving my hand deeper inside. We had stopped kissing, concentrating on just the contact of my hired hand. I had not met too many fair sex who could accommodate a whole script, but it seemed that the more I crammed inside her, the more she liked it. I briefly thought about fisting her, but decided to get my ovolo pad on her button instead. I believe she could birth taken my whole deal without too much trouble. This was something new for me.
Helen's was thrashing about now, her legs straightening and then bending rapidly. Her external respiration came in pant and her back arcuate. Her flood tide was very nigh and I found that it pleased me to have her in such a state so soon.
"blockage !"she shouted."Stop !"This was something else that was new for me. None of my previous lover had ever cried for me to stop. I hoped I hadn't hurt her."I need to rest for a moment."She said, again apologetically.
"Are you okay ?"I asked, concerned that I had done something she didn't like.
"I'm fine, it's just… well it was all too often for me. I have never felt quite so… I don't know."I thought that her reticence in saying the words that described her getting close to orgasm was perhaps a katzenjammer from her nurture where sex and all the parts that go with it are a unsportsmanlike word and something to be ashamed of.
And then, I knew, Helen was afraid of experiencing a entire on climax, as if it were some hidden rail line in the backbone that she dared not cross. Perhaps she thought it would be the ultimate betrayal of her married couple, as if being in bed with me wasn't. Perhaps it was the fear of a grown woman, going to some place she had never been to before.
"Helen, it is okey. You are allowed to delight yourself. I want you to cum."
"It just… well no one has ever got me so close. I didn't… I don't… I have never got there before and it felt like everything was going unbalanced. It scared me a bit.
There it was, this woman who was a year or two unforesightful of being forty, was frightened of the baron of her body. Had never experienced the knockout of a full blown sexual climax and likely thought she never would. Faced with the prospect, in a contact with someone early than her husband, the enormity had hit her and put her in unfamiliar dominion. I suppose it would be daunting, but with no credit decimal point, I didn't know what to say.
Still with her foreland on my arm, I lay back beside her and began to just stroke her, hoping that, if I started again, she would light into the innate strategy of things.
"That was powerful."She murmured. I've never had that happen before."
"But did you like the feeling ?"My mitt was cupping her breast with my thumb rubbing over her erect pap, squeezing it gently, between pad and the side of my fingerbreadth."Helen, I can fill you further if you want. It would be my pleasance, but only if you can hand in to the joy of it."
"It's just… Oh, I don't know. Let's take it slowly eh ? See what happens from there."
I could take taken that as a finale, an, I don't want to go there again, but I had my own agenda and filling her belly, with my spend, was top of that list.
I started back at the offset, kneading her tit and kissing her mouth, exploring with my tongue. Gradually, in small whole step, I was working her backrest to eagerness. inexorably ramping up her desire, notch by notch. In heedful increase, I had her creaming again around two finger's breadth that entered her, but took things a lot more slowly. I thought perhaps that getting her to the threshold conclusion time, had all been too immediate for her. After all was said and done, we had only been here for a short while. I was hoping that, by doing affair a little more slowly, she would have time to relish the Delicious feelings her organic structure could provide.
Helen was bucking her articulatio coxae again. At first, she followed the cycle I set as my fingers massaged her G stain, but then, as the sensations built, she took over the pace, thrusting her articulatio coxae up in ever increasing tempo and urgency. Four fingers were spreading her sex and her clit was being mercilessly rubbed by my thumb. I could feel her tightness, could feel her inner walls clamping and then, her legs straightened out and her arsehole lifted off the bed. Helen crammed her fist into her mouth to stop from screaming as her first climax smashed through her. It lasted for several seconds while her legs trembled and her consistency shook uncontrollably.
I rolled her towards me so that she was lying on her slope, facing me while she came down from the pinnacle she had just climbed. It allowed me to stroke her crushed back in soothing roundabout of fingertip contact.
"Alan has never done that to me."She admitted."I have never felt anything like that before. It was fantastic. Thank you. It was beyond fantastic. Oh wow."
I have never been a selfish fan ; deriving as lots delight from taking my better half to the mellow heights I can possible compass as having my own orgasm.
"Alan doesn't know what he has missed then."I suddenly knew that he had missed out on one of the most accommodating and wonderful sex partners I had ever had the privilege to have met. Helen of Troy's mental ability for sex was without bounds. If only he had taken the trouble to receive out.
I realised she was crying, tears trickled over her little nose and I knew that she had realised the same as me, her husband couldn't guardianship less. All he wanted was a warm piece of ass on a Saturday night with no regard for her wants and needs. It made me sad to reckon that she had had to hold off for so long to experience the overwhelming crescendo of an all-consuming sexual climax. But, at the same sentence, I was delight that it had been me that had taken her there.
Eventually, Helen calmed and we began to buss again, her heat radiated out from her as she began to become aroused. I fondled her nipple which now had hardened nipple, puckering the peel of her areoles in fiddling peeks of need. I suckled on them and teased with my tongue. She clung to me, forcing my sass harder against her breast.
I lightly ran a finger across her stomach which produced a shudder from her. I was finding domain of her organic structure that responded to tinct and stimulus. I loved the exploration and delighted at each new plaza. The inside of her elbow had her gasping as I gently nibbled and pinched her skin with my teeth. That and cupping her sex, rather than entering her, soon had Helen writhing, her hips gyrating in pelvic thrusts as she rubbed her sex against my hand. She was soaked again. Her secretion coated my hired man and her hair and I marvelled at her power to be so quick for me.
Without breaking impinging, I rolled her onto her backbone and threw my leg over hers until I was between her second joint. I waited for a short-circuit while, staring into her eyes that looked back at me, wanting and pleading. Slowly, I entered her eubstance, pushing my hammer into her, inch by column inch. It was Divine and her heat enveloped me in a fond cocoon. Starting really slowly, I pushed into her willing sex, keeping eye tangency, my hands kneading her tits. Helen knee joint came up as my full length slipped inside and then withdrew, only to be pushed back again until I bottomed out.
Gradually, the pace increased. As much as I wanted to come, I intended this to endure as long as potential and for her to get the uttermost out of it. She deserved the very safe of me and I intended to hold her that. I was acutely aware that she had been extremely endure to be here in the first berth. Had entered into something she had no fore knowledge of and was in a world of the very unlike. That bravery deserved to be recognised and rewarded.
I settled into a comfortable pace. One that meant I would live on for a reasonable while and would tolerate me to centralize on her organic structure in the pursuance to retrieve all of her erogenous zones one by one. I found that her tits were possibly the most antiphonal, but so was her breadbasket when a finger lightly grazed over the taught skin. It was a delight, discovering her elbows liked attending and that her neck, just below her ear would make her thrust up to meet me.
I decided to try a new view. Eventually, with some slowness and a bit of giggling, she got the idea and straddled my prone consistence. I had to guide myself inside her until she got the bent of gyrating her pelvic girdle and grinding her sex into mine. She knelt up, supporting herself with her hands on my chest. Running my finger lightly down her back made her shudder as she set the stride. Her eyes were closed as she revelled in the superstar our bodies were giving her. She took the metre to receive each new delectation while keeping up the steady tempo of our coupling.
With some difficultness, I managed to slip one's mind a finger between our consistency to rub on her clit. The sum up pressure tipped her over the edge. Helen came again. She stuffed a fist into her mouth to stifle her thigh-slapper. She probably would give birth stopped there and been quite satisfied, but I had former estimate and maintained the thrusting, keeping her on a high until she came again, soaking my peter with her cum.
I wriggled out from under her parted thighs and laid her down, facing away from me, her fanny in my lap and her knees set. I entered her once more and began to fuck her deeply while cradling her promontory in the crook of one arm and stroking her tits with the other. Helen began to force back at me, meeting my forward presses, driving me deep inside her. The pace quickened as my need to cum increased. I gripped her hip to reach leverage and began to ram into her, much operose than before. She managed to keep tempo with me, forcing my entry to her intimate depths, squashing my lump between us, but I didn't care. The build-up to release was deliciously close. My cock was completely fixed as it plunged inside her like a stiff beam of light of over enthused nerve ending. Suddenly, the present moment arrived. I sunk as deeply as I could, grasping her hip in a compressed bag and dig my seminal fluid into her, my body stiffened with the attempt of ejaculation and Helen, realising that my moment was here, shoved back on me to ready sure she received every last morsel.
She turned over after a few moment and clasped me to her, her brain with its dishevel whisker rested on my chest.
"I had no thought sex could be like that."She said in something like a rustling.
We slept until the alarm clock clock buzzed in the morning. Neither one of us felt like food after we had showered. Helen had to get back to the B & B before she was missed, so an other start was needed.
We may as well not give bothered rushing, it turned out. Alan, her husband had been calling the B & B all night, wondering where his wife was. Her Bos was frantic with worry and probably a little guilt that he hadn't looked after her as well as he might. Helen had to face the music, worse, she had to do it on her own and I felt guilty for that.
It was the offset of the end of her marriage. Alan said he couldn't faith her anymore, even though he didn't regain out about us until very much later. She and her boss fell out eventually and affair became so bad for Helen of Troy that she contemplated suicide. Fortunately, I talked her out of that, but there were heroic times. Helen realised that she was married purely out of drug abuse. She didn't like Alan and told him so. After a few months, they split. Helen of Troy had the three girls in the house they owned, he moved in with a relation down the coast.
We met various times over those month of her breach up. Sometimes we made sexual love, but nearly times not where she was in such an excited mess. She didn't want me to be active in with her, preferring to restrain me at a length until she sorted her mind out. I would have made that intermission from my Marriage, I would not experience liked it, but I felt as if I owed it to her. In truth, I was as very much an worked up shipwreck as she was. I had fallen in dearest with this womanhood and was now enmeshed in a trigon between my wife and her. It wasn't how it was supposed to be and I was completely confused.
Eventually, Helen got her life back on an even keel. Had begun classes for bookkeeping, something she had been doing for a number of years for local business enterprise, but without the qualification. She moved home and gradually settled down. She also made it sack up that I was not required. She might call me to arrive and visit if the girl were away, but those times were purely on her own terms and that was ok with me. I have to say that, each visit was as comforting as our first sentence and well worth the two 60 minutes driving. Helen had never had a cock in her mouth. I promised not to cum unless she wanted me to. She didn't. Neither had she ever been fucked in the arse. Between me and a vibrator, Helen of Troy was soon screaming the place down as I unloaded in her beautiful arse.
And then she began to experiment. She sent me a couple of picture of her, in a leather slavery suit, being serviced by two men she had met online. Helen was entering into a period of her life sentence where her new found freedom was to be explored to the maximum. I worried somewhat, that I had woken the Kraken and advised caution. She laughed it off, but I felt responsible and More than guilty for my voice in her current situation.
Our contacts became fewer and further between. Helen didn't answer many of my emails and blanked my telephone call quite often. That was okay with me, but it didn't stop me worrying about her. I doubt I would make forgiven myself if I read she had had some form of tragic end.
The shoemaker's last I heard from Helen was to apprise me she had found a new love and was to be married soon. She was happy and the guy knew how to keep her happy in all direction. Conscience absolved, I was happy for her and wished her all the honey in the humans. She deserved it and I believe, had at last found it.
Actually, it wasn't the terminal time I heard from her. She let me know that she is a grandmother now and that she hoped I was okay and that, yes, she was happy and settled and complete, for the first time in her life history. The thank you was most poignant.
Without doubt, Helen of Troy's centripetal body and her capacity for love have found no rival on my part. I am enthralled that she has now found the joy that sex can bring and with a partner who provides her every need. It is my privilege to have helped her discover that .