An open relationship is fucking overwhelming [MF] [FF] [Voyeur]

After my wife died in 2013 I had all but given up on love, relationships and getting back out into the world of the living. I had been a boring man before that and was still after that too. Especially as far as sex was concerned. We had married in our early twenties. And for ten years we were happy with each other and that was that. I do work odd hours in my job, which was the only thing putting a strain on our relationship. But after some time to develop a thirst for life again and some years, where I could have taken up a job as a hermit, I was ready to live again.

Through work, I met Helena. Helena is 28 and therefore almost ten years younger than me and among the most attractive and active people, I had the fortune to meet. What she sees in me will forever remain a mystery ensconced in her head. I have to admit I was not looking for any kind of relationship, but casual sex. And Helena was happy with that as she travels a lot for work. Helena in contrast to me is not a boring person. She is bi-sexual and every one of her last relationships was an open one. We had some casual sex on occasion. And then grew closer over time.

Helena’s approach to sexuality is very pragmatic. It is a mutual relieve of stress and desire as long as some ground rules are met, like safer sex, regular check-ups, no bringing people home. The last one is only important since we moved in together and live together now. What should I say, we somehow fell in love. And are now in an open relationship.

It started casually. We hooked up a few times when she was in town and I was free. And in many ways, it is still casual, at least on the carnal aspects. Aside from some casual hookups both of us enjoyed, what happened recently pushed my sex life into the extraordinary, even beyond having a “committed” open relationship. Hell if I know, if there is such a thing.

But to finally come to the point. Helena and I flew out to visit her parents before Christmas, as I had to work on Christmas. I was enjoying the hotel amenities one evening, like the sauna, while Helena had decided to get a drink. When I got back to the room I found Helena there with a woman. No, we did not have a threesome. (But I have been told it is not out of the question if I am a good boy.)

But I got to see my personal life action girl-on-girl porn. Helena had arranged to meet an old “friend” of hers. April was a little on the heavy side but wore it well. Helena and I had talked about me maybe watching her with another woman sometime. But that is Helena. Sometime for her is sooner than later.

She practically threw April on the bed. They kissed and teased each other. Then Helena’s fingers slid into April and her hand frantically moved back and forth. They switched around a little and April played with Helena’s breasts and nipples, biting and licking them. I could imagine how Helena enjoyed that. She does when I do it too. I could see Helena was wet in anticipation and when April’s legs trembled in orgasm, the girls traded places.

April began to play with Helena’s wet pussy by placing a vibrating toy against her clit. With April eating her out and using the toy on her too, Helena moaned loudly and shivered. I could see April and Helena were no strangers to each other, having done this before, by the effectiveness of their mutual work. Each woman knew what the other one liked and efficiently manipulated the other’s weak spots. (I may have filed away some things for future use.)

They had switched to a 69 position. Now Helena had the toy and was on top of April, who very expertly fingered and licked Helena. I think it was within a minute of each other, that they had each other coming.

I had been hard the whole time I was watching. But I had been so mesmerized that I hadn’t even thought of touching myself. But as Helena was reclined on the bed with April, who was as I found out later an old FWB, beside her, I couldn’t deny the urge to go over and make love to my very wild spirited girlfriend.

I did just that. We kissed and both began to tear at my clothes as Helena was already naked. I honestly could not care less about April being an audience at that point. Somehow I came to sit on the bed with Helena sitting on top of me. We kissed and made out like teenagers, and all that separated my cock from her wet and tight snatch were my boxers. If I could have gotten any harder I would have.

Normally I would take my time to warm my partner up. I am not 20 anymore, so I have learned to take my time and enjoy when I have something good in front of me. But I could practically see it in Helena’s eyes, that she did not want that right then.

So I pushed her down on the bed, got beside her, lifted one of her legs and fucked her sideways. Helena was in a mood for something more forceful I could tell, so I rammed into her as hard as I could, while I furiously rubbed her clit or switched to roughly kneading her breasts and then back to her clit. Helena enjoyed herself and moaned loudly.

April seemed to appreciate the show, as she sat beside us on the bed and played with herself using her vibrating toy. Helena by that point had forgotten her friend was still there and fully enjoyed me being rougher than April. I could tell when Helena got closer to her finish. So I put one hand on her throat and slightly restricted her breathing. She gets off on that when I am supposed to be rough. And my maneuver did not miss its purpose. Helena had a colossal orgasm, at which point I let go of her throat to let her breathe.

It took Helena a moment to get back into the moment. But she pushed me down on the bed. Sat on top of me and started to ride me. She started to rub herself while bouncing up and down my cock. At that point, I mostly filled the role of human dildo. But damn did it feel good. And when Helena’s ministrations to herself got more frenzied, she frantically told me to come with her. I think hearing April moaning and coming beside us had notched up Helena’s pleasure another level. I did as I was asked and finished with Helena in tandem.

After catching us breathes I kissed Helena and thanked both her and April. First April washed up and went home. And Helena and I went for round 2 or 3, depending on how you want to count.

God knows I feel overwhelmed enough as is. But I am determined to hold on as long as I can. Honestly, I am writing this more as a way to cope with the haze in my mind than to share. But in the bad old days of being alone, this sub was a great source of diversion. And so I thought posting this here might give me the possibility to order my thoughts. I was woefully unprepared for a woman like Helena. And I am still woefully unprepared. But it is good to have a life again. Admittedly my stomach still turns into a tangle of knots, when I think about Helena with another guy, more so ironically than with a woman. But I imagine I bring her enough headaches too.

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