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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: A Saint And a Whore, part two. (MF, mF)
Date: Tue,  9 Jul 2002 16:10:06 -0400
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A SAINT AND A WHORE.....continued.(MFm)

  by Spiller.

CHAPTER SIX

  Our escapade with Alfred sure set fire to our sex life.
Although Helen had always been very fond of sex, this took her to
new levels, and if anything I was even more infatuated with her.
We made love every day, sometimes twice, and a few days even
three times. And Alfred was often there, lurking in our minds.
Sometimes we would talk about it, stoking our fires to new
heights, sometimes I would think of it, without mentioning it,
but certainly adding new hardness to my trusty cock. And
sometimes I would repeat certain movements from that glorious
afternoon, without any talking, but making sure she would
remember. And Helen would more often do me with her hands, always
with a mysterious little smile on her pretty lips.

  Holiday season passed and the kids returned, bringing us partly
back to old routines, but a boundary had been passed and could
never be forgotten. One Monday night in August, after a very
erotic couple of hours in the conjugal bed, Helen was lying very
relaxed on her back, hands under her head and her beautiful body
spread out for the benefit of my eyes.

  "You said once, that you would like me to take Alfred alone and
teach him something. Did you really mean that?"

  A very erotic shiver ran through me. She was still thinking of
that afternoon. "Yes, my dear, I really meant it. I think it
might be most exciting for all three of us."

  "I'm sure by now, that it would excite me, but I was not so
sure the first time you proposed it."

  "You are exciting me, right now."

  "Mmmm. That's what I wanted to know. And that's why I wanted to
ask you, right after we had made love. I don't want it to be your
hard cock speaking through your mouth, you know."

  "A few more words like these, and I'll want my cock to speak
through your mouth, my lovely witch."

  "That's a nice promise from and old man. But then again, not
much chance these days, is there? With the kids back home and
all."

  "Why not? You could book a room in a nice hotel downtown. Might
even be a good idea to take this thing out of the house."

  "What a perfectly good idea, love. Wow, I can't really believe
that we are talking like this. Stirs up this old girl, you know.
Do you think you could arrange it?"

  "I'm sure I could."

  "On a couple of conditions?"

  "And they are?"

  "You'll have to make the date with Alfred. I think I'd die from
embarrassment if I was to call him. And second: I know you'd be
dying for me to tell you everything, but you'd have to agree,
that I'll only tell you in my own tempo. You know, I'll tell you
some, when I think it will excite both of us, but I want to keep
up a bit of mystery for you, and a few secrets for me. OK?"

  "If that's what it takes, then it's OK with me."

  "And you are not going to be jealous?"

  "I don't think I could be jealous of a boy. I feel sure that I
shall benefit from it. Just think of the hot, lovely mistress
I've entertained in my bed these last weeks. But of course one
can never bee a hundred percent sure. It is a risky lane we are
navigating into, but as long as we stick to this, I'm all for it,
and I wish you all the pleasures in the world."

  Helen smiled at me, threw her arms and legs round me and kissed
me fiercely. "You lovely man. I love you, I love you." She
pressed herself against me and rubbed her pussy against my thigh.
"All right, you set it up and I'll do it, AND NOW FUCK ME REAL
GOOD, my pussy is on fire again, naughty you."

  I could not bring myself to say that she was the naughty one,
who started this. I fucked her, and I set it all up the next day.
My first call was to Alfred, to make sure he was still
interested. No fear. He was so eager that he could hardly speak
coherently when we tried to find the right day. And then to a
hotel to book a room.

  "That's it, love. The day after tomorrow is set. You'll meet at
hotel Hafnia, at half past twelve. Alfred will skip his last
lessons at school, and he's VERY eager, I tell you."

  "Mmmm. Me too, dear. I can't really believe I'm doing this, but
I sure like it. You'll have to take your pleasures tonight,
though.  No fucking tomorrow. I want to be horny and needy, at
noon the day after tomorrow."

  To say she was on fire that night would be an understatement.
And true to her words there was no lovemaking on Wednesday night.
But when I was leaving for work on Thursday morning she dragged
me into the bedroom for our 'good-bye hug'. She opened her
housecoat and pressed herself against me. "Good-bye, love. I'm
all butterflies in my stomach. I'll promise you, that if this
goes well, we might try a few other things from that drunken
night. Would you like that?"

  "My God, woman. You ARE incredible. I think I'm the luckiest
guy in the world. Yes, I'd love that."

  That day at work I had the hardest time concentrating on the
things I had to do.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

  When I got home a little after four the kids were alone in our
condo.

  "Where's mommy? "

  "I think she said something about shopping today."

  "When will she be home?"

  "I really don't know. Why don't we go to the beach for the rest
of the afternoon. I could sure do with a swim to cool me off."

  "Yeaaaahhh, daddy, let's go."

  "We can have ice-creams, can't we?"

  "You'll have plenty, sweetie."

  So the rest of the afternoon was spent there, and I sure needed
the cooling off, not from too much work, but from the hot
pictures forming in my mind, showing different possibilities of
what my lovely wife was doing, right now.

  When we returned a little after six Helen was at home. She had
read the note I had left on the kitchen table, and she had
prepared a light meal, knowing that the kids would have eaten a
lot of ice-creams and were not likely to be hungry. I noticed at
once that she hadn't changed her clothes. She was wearing the
same yellow summer dress that she had laid out in the morning.

  "And of course your daddy has not made you do your homework,
has he?"

  "No, mommy, we went to the beach right after he got home."

  "OK, kids, up to your rooms you go. Do your homework properly.
I'll be up in a little while to check on you, and to see if you
need any help."

  The minute the kids were out of the kitchen Helen turned
towards me. A brilliant smile was flashing in her slanted,
diamond blue eyes, as she moved slowly towards me. To me it
looked as if her movements were more languid and erotic, and
there was a slightly vulgar sway to her narrow hips as she walked
up to my chair.

  "And you, my dear husband, is not at all curious, are you?"

  "Of course I'm curious. How did it go?"

  "For now, I'll only tell you that I'm exhausted, body and mind,
my dear. As you see I haven't changed or showered since I came
home. I wanted to give you a feel and a whiff, to make sure you
are in the proper mood when we get to bed."

  She stepped up closer to me, and with her hands she raised the
hem of her dress, as if she was a whore in Follies Bergére,
revealing a reddish, battered and swollen pussy, leaking juice
down her thighs. Then she pushed my knees apart and stood as
close as she could come. She put her arms round my head and
pressed it against her breasts. My God, how she smelled. A
pungent mix of sweat, juice, sperm and stale perfume.

  "Touch it," she whispered, "but be gentle. It's a bit worn."

  My God, she was sloppy. To me it felt as if  her cunt was
emanating heat. And yes, I could not think of it as a 'pussy', it
certainly felt like a worn out cunt. She was wet on her thighs,
her cunt and her sparse hair, and when I slipped a finger into
her I was met with absolutely no resistance.

  "Do you want me to shower now, or should I stay like this until
we can go to bed?"

  "Don't shower, for Heaven's sake. Where are your panties?"

  "Alfred wanted them for a souvenir, and I couldn't say no to
him, because I had just told him, that this was the last time."

  "Why did you do that?"

  "I'll tell you later, but I'll go upstairs to check on the kids
now. Will you fix the kitchen?"

  "Sure. And if you are that tired, I think you should go and
take a rest on our bed."

  "You know, dear, I think I'll do that. Might be good for you,
too." With a mysterious smile she dropped the hem of her dress,
and disappeared up the stairs with swaying hips, while I was left
with the dishes,  an unsatisfied curiosity, and a hard cock which
I had to adjust, to feel a little less uncomfortable.

  The rest of this early evening dragged along. The kids finished
their homework and came down to watch a bit of TV. At about nine
Helen joined us for a little while, and at half past nine she
brought the kids up to their rooms and tugged them in. The lay
out of our condo was perfect for a family. We owned the top third
floor of this old city house, plus three extra rooms which were
built into the attic, connected via an internal spiral staircase.
This ensured us a bit of privacy, once the kids were in bed, and
at least an early warning if, for some reason, they would come
down to us.

  While she was upstairs I turned off the TV and put a romantic
CD on the player, and turned down the lights a bit.

  "Oh, dear. I think my lovely husband is up to something." She
was coming down the stairs with a broad smile on her face. She
went to sit in the corner of our sofa, her legs bent with knees
held together against the back of the sofa. "It was such a good
idea, that I should take a small nap after supper. I'm quite
restored now."

  "Well, you did look a bit worn when we got home."

  "I sure was. In a very delicious way. And I can tell you, that
I have hardly ever felt as naughty as I do now, knowing what I
did this afternoon, and you knowing... you know. Very naughty."

  "You know how much I love that, don't you?"

  "Yes, I've come to know that, and I'm learning to appreciate
it, love."

  "Well, are you going to tell me anything?"

  "All in good time, dear. But I have a great wish that I hope
you'll grant me."

  "If I can, I will. You know  that."

  "I know. It would make me very, very horny, and that's why I
haven't changed clothes and I haven't showered,  if you'd just
take me to bed with my secret, of which you only know that I have
fucked a mere boy this afternoon, and that his traces are all
over me. I should feel like such a whore, if you'd carry me to
our bed and fuck and suck my smelly and sticky body, no questions
asked, and no talking. If you'll do that, I promise you I'll be
thinking of Alfred all the time, and of all the horny things we
did. And I promise I'll tell you a lot more tomorrow. Will you,
please?"

  Honestly I had wished for some naughty tales, but my cock
immediately raised its ugly head at the thought of fucking her,
while she was thinking of someone else. Wow. That was a new one.
I got out of my chair and crossed the few metres to the sofa.
Silently I picked her up and carried her towards our bedroom. As
I held her lithe body in my arms the smells hit my nose, and they
were a greater aphrodisiac than any porno video might have been.

  I laid her down on our bed and shed my clothes as fast as I
could. As I laid down beside her I lifted the hem of her dress
and started to caress her. She grabbed my wrist and pushed my
hand away.

  "Just put it in, Eric," she whispered. "Just put it in and
start fucking me nice and slow. I'm plenty wet for you to drown
in it."

  OK with me, if that was the way she wanted. Unceremoniously I
pushed up her skirt to her waist, rolled on top of her and ran my
cock up to the hilt in one, slow push. God, this was luxury. She
was like a hot, slimy bathtub in there. And it was to get even
better. I had hardly moved 10 times in her when she closed her
eyes, and suddenly her cunt took on a life of its own! As I
watched her eyes do movements behind her closed lids, like a
person in REM sleep, I was treated to a bath of fresh juice to my
cock. In half a minute she was not wet and slimy, she was sopping
and silky wet, and her cunt seemed alive like an animal. The
bottom of it opened up to the size of a cathedral, and it felt as
if her uterine mouth transferred some internal cramps to the head
of my cock.

  I don't know how she managed, but even though she was lying
dead still,  with her arms and legs spread out for me, she was
evidently having an orgasm, but without her usual violent cramps
and moans. Just her uterus moving against my cock, and her cunt
squeezing me like a milking machine would do, suck, suck, suck
suck...... With a deep roar I spurted 12 hours of pent up passion
into her, soliciting no reaction from Helen !  She seemed to be
all gone.

  With the last waves of passion still in me I pulled out of her
and moved down between her legs. When I put my mouth to her
overspent cunt, sucking in the most incredible mix of fresh and
dried juice, fresh and dried sperm, half mine half Alfred's, she
suddenly came alive!

  "Yeaaahhh, oooohhh, eeeoooowwwww,  oh my God, oh my God, you're
crazy, I'm coming, I'm a whore, I'm coming more, ooooooo,  
.....", and suddenly she went totally limp. Really and truly, she
had fainted.

  I was not scared in any way, as she had done that on a few
memorable occasions, so I just pushed her over into that NATO-
position you learn as a soldier, and left her to come to her
senses. For a short second I was tempted to spray her with a
little water, but instead I laid down beside her with one of her
hands in mine. A couple of minutes later I felt her coming to.
Her eyes opened and looked lovingly at me, and then she fell
asleep so fast that it told me all about her exhaustion.




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