Bi-Hooker; Bye Crook (Wife revenge)

Sue hadn’t stood on ceremony it seemed as Helen walked into the master bedroom. Petersen was still clothed albeit without shoes and socks, with his back to the door, furiously ramming a demanding Susan stood bent over the end of the bed. Her only concession had been to pull her jogging bottoms down and her panties to one side.

“Fuck!”

“He’s!”

“Good!”

She gasped between his hard and full thrusts. Helen smiled and started slowly stripping, not that it would take long to get out of jogging bottoms, t-shirt and underwear. She wasn’t sure how much time she had overall but it would be ten minutes from the phone ringing. She figured they had about an hour to play before George walked in on them. She was pretty sure on the image she wanted to present, now she just had to hope this guy was a pro and could keep it up long enough. From the passive, almost bored look on his face as he pounded Susan, she surmised he was up to the challenge.

The calculating look had not left the face of the wife Kris noted as he worked. He wondered what she had in mind in the way of payback for her asshole husband. Probably just wants to say she fucked the same guy he did; he figured. Just get them off, get paid, get out. That was the plan, the quicker he got them there, the quicker he could be out of this fucked up revenge scenario. He increased his pace and force, grabbing the hips of the friend and pulling her back in time with his thrusts. Deeper, harder, faster, usually does the trick.

Sue was having a great time, he had girth, technique and strength! Good strong hands pulling her back onto him as he sped up. She was already wet from the video, the imagery combined with the thought of George walking in and the look on his face….She was well on her way to a first orgasm. She had an idea of what Helen was planning for George, important not to make this guy come too soon.

“Slow. Down.” She panted at him and felt his previous rhythm return.

“Yes.” Helen said walking to stand behind him. “Slower. Harder. Deeper.” She instructed as she slid her hands around his waist unfastening his pants as he thrust. She drew down his pants and boxers in one fluid crouch, leaving her looking up at a flexing athletic ass, the cheeks clenching tight as the thick sheaved shaft slowly disappeared and reappeared in the dark shadow of Sue’s panties, his balls swinging slightly with the back and forth motion. She half stood and reached between his legs with her right hand, letting his scrotum run down her palm and back to her finger tips. He made no reaction to the sensation so she upped the ante, running just her middle finger back past his balls, parting them, back further, slowly down his perineum, he murmured then gasped as she plunged it between his cheeks, up to the first knuckle into his tight hole. She smiled, “Thought you’d like that.” In response, Kris gave an extra hard shove causing Susan to grunt then quickly pushed back forcing Helen’s finger deeper inside him. Helen’s smile grew wider, this fucker was dirty!

She let her finger explore him for a few seconds as he thrusted, his rhythm constant, his breathing regular. He looked like he could comfortably do this all day! She pulled her finger out slowly and retraced its path. Crouching again slightly to extend her reach, back past his balls, lightly up his length until her fingertip found the edge of the panties. She rode in with him and let her finger slip easily onto Susan’s clit drawing a moan.

“Nuh, Nuh, No.” Susan mumbled, her face smothered in the bedclothes as Helen expertly and gently massaged her sensitive nub. She reached down with her right hand to smack the fingers pushing her over the edge. This time it was her turn to clamp her hand down over Helen’s. This was too good to end just yet. The sensation stopped as the hand was reluctantly withdrawn. Her knees stopped shaking as some modicum of control returned. Then she felt the bed bounce as Helen clambered on, gentle hands lifted her head out of the bedclothes and she looked up to see Helen’s neat little pussy slide under her face as her lover spread-eagled her legs around her. She glanced up to see Helen staring down at her lovingly, biting her lip in anticipation, it was a look only Susan knew. She grinned wickedly and plunged her mouth down to the wet metallic warmth of her lover. Applying the kisses they used on each other time and again to affirm their love, even while being ploughed by a nice hard cock.

Kris watched Helen’s nipples react to her friends’ mouth on her pussy. The effect was instant and he heard her moan softly in appreciation as she looked lovingly down at the head in her lap. It was a beautiful sight if somewhat strange that he was involved in this. They were very tender with each other, even though one of them was happily and greedily taking his length. He was startled out of his reverie as Helen’s face snapped up and fixed him with a commanding frown.

“Don’t come.” She stated simply as she rocked gently in rhythm with his thrusts.

He smiled easily and reassuringly as he worked. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll only come if you want me to.”

Helen’s eyes widened at the arrogance of the statement. “Oh really? That disciplined are you?” When Kris shrugged and nodded in response, she snorted and shook her head in disbelief. She lay back supporting herself with her hands placed behind her, looking up at him, the calculating expression back in place. “OK Mr Professional. Fuck her faster! Like you mean it!”

“Please, call me Kris.” He replied with a smile and another small shrug as he adjusted his grip on Susan’s hips.

Susan gave a muffled squeal into Helen’s quim as Kris suddenly burst into a new gear. Her knees began shaking again as the sensation sent her brain into meltdown. He was going like a piston and she could barely register the difference in sensation between in and out!

Helen was both impressed and very turned on at the power on display. He didn’t even look like he was working any harder except for the rocking of the bed he was causing. Susan’s tongue had stopped moving but the sensation of her mouth being softly but quickly pressed against her was wonderful as were the hot breathless whimpers as her lover started her climax.

Susan’s knees gave out as she started to cum. Kris sensed it and simply held her up, his strong hands clamped around her hips, holding Helen’s gaze as he rocketed back and forth. Helen’s mouth had fallen open at the display, she was panting in time as Sue screamed into the bedclothes. Her hand snaked down between her legs, desperate to reach the same state Sue was enjoying.

Kris tutted as Helen reached to finish herself off, he slowed his frenetic pace but kept slowly rocking in and out as Susan’s thrashing and screaming diminished to shudders and moans. He pulled out finally and relaxed his grip allowing her to quickly sink to her knees, her face sliding down the duvet to rest at the end of the bed. He stood over her, unbuttoning his shirt as he faced Helen, his manhood pointing straight out and proud under the tight latex sheath, Helen glanced at it before meeting his gaze again. “Your turn?” he asked quietly with a small smile.

Helen stopped her frantic rubbing and nodded urgently at him. She lay back with a small sigh as he quickly stepped out of his pants, finished removing his shirt and mounted the bed to take position above her, her hand shooting down again, this time to grab and guide his prick into her quivering quim. He smiled in thanks before supporting his weight on his forearms as he thrust into her in one quick continuous motion right up to the hilt. She cried out at the pain as he filled her but it didn’t deter him, he just raised up and repeated the motion, slowly, tortuously, he was starting another slow withdraw when her legs whipped around him, pulling him back into her sharply.

“Fuck me!” she growled. “Hard, like you fucked Sue!”

Kris smiled down at her then put his hands on the bed at either side of her shoulders, locked his arms in a supporting pose, he slowly pivoted his hips drawing his ass ceilingwards, his cock to the point where the tip was just inside her then simply let gravity send his weight plummeting toward the mattress. The bounce of the bed helped the recoil back to the start, Kris was glad of the condom because the sensation would have made not coming very difficult, that and the beautiful face of the woman beneath him lost in the throes of pain and ecstasy.

Sue had the best view in the world for the display, she was still trembling on her knees following her own explosive orgasm, now she watched agog as the perfectly chiselled ass hammered a thick, nine inch nail repeatedly into her lovers tight, willing twat. The noise! Helen was screaming at the top of her voice, there could have been words in there but all Susan could hear was joy, total, unabridged joy. He looked like he was trying to fuck someone on the under side of the mattress and Helen was absolutely fucking loving it! Helen bucked suddenly causing Kris to pull out and hold at the top of his arc, Susan gasped as a sudden jet of hot fluid shot from between Helen’s thrashing legs, straight into her face! She could only watch in open mouthed amazement as the jet gushed and quickly weakened leaving a clear wet trail down the bed in a straight line from Helen to her.

Helen had no idea how long the orgasm had lasted, she’d felt it build and build and just keep building! There was no thought, no control, she couldn’t see and none of it mattered! Just the feeling, of being completely aware of nothing else but the sensations in her body. She had no idea that she had spattered Sue with her juices, her mind was elsewhere enjoying the potent chemicals washing around it while her body just happily reported it was being well and truly fucked by a massive, rock solid cock.

Finally, the sensations subsided, Helen opened her eyes that she didn’t recall closing and found herself laying on her back, her legs in spasm, a dull ache in the pit of her stomach and a pussy so sensitive, she could feel the air circulating over her lips. She looked down to see Susan knelt at the end of the bed staring at her with a shocked expression on her wet face. Kris was knelt at the side of her looking down with concern.

“Hmmm?” she managed

“You OK?” Kris asked in a hushed tone.

Helen couldn’t think of words to say so she just laughed as the bedside phone started to ring. Kris snapped his attention to it.

“That’s probably George.” He whispered.

“Probably.” Helen agreed in a contented murmur.

“Aren’t you going to answer?” He prompted her with a raised brow.

Helen regained a little composure as she recalled her plan.

“Oh yeah, right.” She grabbed the handset and stabbed the button. “Yes?”

“Helen? It’s Kathy. It just left.”

“OK.” Helen disconnected the call without further pleasantries and closed her eyes in contentment.

“Well?” Kris demanded

“Oh, he’s working late apparently.”

“Oh!” This was not the news Kris was expecting, however, it didn’t change anything. “Well I’d best be heading off anyway.” He spun to a sitting position and started to get off the bed.

“No!” Helen snapped as she sat bolt upright, wincing at the pain it caused in her already tender stomach.

“No?” Kris frowned in confusion. “You want more?” he asked, his expression disbelieving.

“Damn right!” Helen exclaimed, although in truth, if anything touched her pussy for a few hours, she’d scream. “He won’t be home for hours and you’re not leaving here with full balls.”

“Oh!” Kris paused and frowned thoughtfully, “Why do you care if I come?” he demanded suddenly suspicious.

“Pride!” Sue found her voice again. “Only thing worse than a man who comes too quick is one that doesn’t come at all. It’s insulting!”

This made Kris laugh. “Ladies, please, it was my pleasure to get you both off. I do this for a living, there’s no insult in me not shooting my load.”

Helen was painfully aware that the clock was now ticking. “You told me you’d only come if I wanted you to? Well I want you to, in my mouth.”

Kris considered and finally shrugged, he was getting what he wanted anyway, they were paying, she wanted to suck him off? Fine.

“Where do you want me?” he asked with a smile.

Helen smiled back. “Lay down here where I was.” She stood as Kris took position in the middle of the bed, his hands folded comfortably behind his head. She climbed back on and straddled his chest, presenting her ass to him as she bent forward to peel off the used latex. He’d wilted a little but a firm grip and few hard sucks quickly re-ignited his interest. Susan had leaned in to help play with his balls and lend a willing mouth when Helen suddenly felt her buttocks prised apart by strong fingers. Helen’s face was a picture of shock, her mouth forming a still and perfect O as she stared at Susan while the unfamiliar sensation of a curious tongue explored around the edges of her asshole.

“What’s the matter?” Sue exclaimed struggling not to laugh at the face Helen was making.

“He’s got his tongue in my ahh!” Helen was cut off as Kris pushed the tip of his tongue past her resisting sphincter. Under other circumstances, she’d let this play out. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation at all but she needed to focus now.

“Go sit on his face!” she hissed in a quiet whisper

“I can’t!” Sue mouthed, she too was suffering the after effects of a good hard fuck and contented pussy.

Helen glared and tried a conspiratorial waggle of her eyebrows. “Get your clothes off and get on his face!” She mouthed almost silently.

She saw the penny drop and Sue’s eyes light up as she realised the plan. She hurriedly stripped and made her way to the head of the bed, positioning herself with a giggle over Kris’ obliging face. Helen smiled as she returned to the task at hand. He was locked in, now she just had to time his cumshot.

For Kris, thanks to his cock getting an enthusiastic workout, combined with his new, noise cancelling ear phones in the shape of Susan’s thighs, he never heard George walk in through the front door or make his way clumsily around the house in his search for Helen.

Helens only regret as George walked into the bedroom was that she couldn’t see Susan’s face as her friend writhed and laughed behind her. If she was faking it was a great effort. Sue for her part had been near tears trying to hold herself together and stay quiet as the magic tongue flicked quickly and tirelessly back and forth over her aching clit. The relief and cruel joy seeing the confusion and pain of the hated George as he witnessed her lover enjoying another man’s cock, it was too much. She ground herself down on Kris’ mouth and screamed a laughing “YES! YES! YES!” at the top of her voice as she rode out her climax.

Helen had to admire Petersen’s control. She’d locked eyes with George as he’d entered the room and kept her lips firmly sealed around the engorged and twitching tip in her mouth. The tip of her tongue pressed tight against his slit making rapid clockwise circles. She saw his toes curl and he held his breath as he released. The position of her tongue stopped the waves of his cum shooting to the back of her throat, gagging would have spoiled the moment.  She opened her mouth just enough to let a stream of white slide slowly down his shaft and over her fingers, sill gently gripping and pumping him. All the while staring at George, she finally took Kris out of her mouth and kissed his moist end with exaggerated puckered lips, flashed the most contemptuous smiling sneer she could muster, then bobbed to catch the river of cum, running her tongue unhurriedly and enthusiastically back up the throbbing member.

It had only been a matter of moments for George but it felt like an eternity. The hatred in their smiles had turned his knees to jelly. He couldn’t have said anything, he couldn’t breathe and for the second time in the day, he felt his gorge rising in his throat. He nearly fell backwards through the doorway in his haste to recoil from the sight. His wife of fifteen years giving him a big cum-soaked smile with a huge cock between her eyes would be seared into his soul for eternity.