Glory Hole

incesting©

All characters in the story are above 18, readers must also be above 18.

This is a long story with an underlying Incest theme, and lesbian love.

This is a story about Helene, Ernst and Peter. To know about Adam and Sara, who are also part of this story, you might want to also read Kama Sutra, though not necessary.

enjoy...

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Ernst and Helene, both 42 years old, have been married for 22 years. They fell in love while in college and married soon after Helene got pregnant. They were blessed with a healthy and beautiful son, Peter, who turned 20 last December.

Ernst has been in the construction business after completing his civil engineering from Hamburg University. After studies, he quickly set up an outsourced construction firm in partnership with his Dad. Ten years into his work and Ernst had already created a name for himself in public property construction. When he landed the major contract as one of the firms to build the Westfalenstadion stadium - home for the Borussia Dortmund team, his life changed completely. The principal construction company had chosen three firms to sub-contract the entire project to, and Ernst's firm was one amongst them.

The family moved to Dortmund, and slowly-and-steadily their lives went into high gear. Ernst came from a well to do family, but clearly, he was entering into the big league with the stadium. In the next six years, he worked aggressively and diligently. Soon enough, results were there to be seen. His construction business was considered a top tier one amongst Ruhr businesses, and to a large extent also in West Germany. He was chair of the Ruhr Chamber of Commerce for two years in a row and had won quite a few business awards to boast of.

His wife, Helene, started practicing law before they moved to Dortmund. In Dortmund, Ernst's firm took precedence in their lives, Peter was growing up, and Helene felt it best to spend time with him in his formative years. She helped Peter study, took care of him, and spent lots of time with him playing, showing him around, as a loving mother.

When Peter went to read at the Humbolt University in Berlin, for his undergraduate degree, both Helene and Ernst were elated. The fact that he chose to study Law, made Helene only more proud of him than she was until then. She doted on Peter immensely and would die for him. Ernst, while loved Peter equally, but could not find enough time to spend with him when Peter was growing up. But the bonding between them was visibly there.

With Peter spending his undergraduate years in Berlin, the loneliness at home bothered Helene, and she joined Ernst at work with whatever she could help with. Soon enough realized there wasn't much for her to do there. The business was established with a large team, there was very little for her to contribute in terms of hours, as was also - to a large extent - the case with Ernst. They were now millionaire business-owners, and they had a great business that was very well organized and run.

They kept acquiring life's luxuries even while trying to live as modestly as possible. The exception being their home. The fact that Ernst was an accomplished civil engineer showed in their large house, which they had lovingly constructed as their family home - on the outskirts of Dortmund, in the Horde area. They lived in a large six-bedroom mansion with a three-acre garden, a swimming pool, and a tennis court. Peter had spent innumerable days of his teenage years in the gardens and at the court playing tennis, with his mother.

Ernst, a 6 foot 2 inch tall handsome businessman with a broad chest, blue eyes, and a clean-shaven head. He chose to clear his head of hair when he started losing hair from the top. Ernst rarely exercised, but his diligent work regimen kept him fit, in general. He had started jogging in the morning when he turned forty to get his stamina up, and the fact that he had more time on hand helped.

Helene, a brown-eyed beautiful woman with a slim figure and a c-cup chest that looked very much in proportion with her 5 feet 9 inch frame. Her wavy brown hair fell below her shoulders. Her years of tennis had ensured there still was not an ounce of fat on her. Her flat tummy took years away from her age. Her gait was athletic, and she could outrun Ernst by about three to four miles. When he turned forty Ernst had started jogging, and Ernst was catching up fast with Helene, having built his stamina over the last couple of years.

Peter, like his Mom, has brown hair and brown eyes. He kept his hair slightly hippyish, which in contradiction to his Ernst's clean-shaven head was a welcome change for Helene. A tall athletic boy at 6 feet, Peter is slim; muscled on his shoulders and arms. He is not much fond of running, though, and both he and his mother ran 5 miles together almost daily. Extremely well mannered and up-to-date on current affairs, Peter is soft-spoken and gentle like his mother. Ernst, on the other hand, is aggressive and a go-getter, his business had made him confident.

When Peter left for college three years back, Helene's shuffle to office-and-then- back, changed the equation between Ernst and Helene. They both loved each other immensely, but age and life's routines were taking away the zing from between them. They both decided to do something about it.

What followed, were a series of experiments. At first, naturally came experimenting with sexual positions. Two weeks later, they felt closer to one another and felt it was a much-needed respite in their lull of life. They dived deeper into experimenting in sex positions and took it to the next level with outdoor sex. Their large garden and a swimming pool section helped tremendously. They even did it in the car park outside their home, once.

Their sex life started to spice up, and the hunger to experiment also grew. This was around the same time Helene had joined Ernst at the office, and they would often travel together.

The intensity of their sex rose, as did the frequency. Both Ernst and Helene loved it. Ernst had also started spending more time with his lovely wife and let his efficient team handle the business with more autonomy. Helene had reduced her time at the office as well. It all seemed to be going along well.

Ernst had started jogging with Helene and was catching up to her level of fitness. Around a year back, fatigue in their sex life again made them consider swinging. By then, they knew they wanted to keep experimenting, to keep their fire alive. The thought of swinging was tempting but was shot-down unanimously because both did not want the other to have other sexual partners. Their love was still keeping them bonded.

Out of the blue, one day, Ernst suggested a cruise holiday, to which Helene readily agreed. They took a cruise in the Mediterranean that summer. On the cruise, Helene and Ernst met Sara and Adam, an Indian couple settled in the United States. The cruise seating for lunch and dinner made various families share larger dining tables, and Sara and Adam happened to be on their table. Sara was about the same age as Helene and Ernst, but Adam was about twenty years younger.

Despite the fact they were contrasting couples, they clicked immediately for some reason. The girls found themselves together quite a few times on the cruise and loved each other's company. Sara was a beautiful, fair, and slim lady for her age. Very well proportioned around her breasts and her bum. Adam was an actor of some sort in Hollywood and extremely good looking, well-built physique.

Over the cruise, Sara and Helene spent many hours on the cruise together each day, and the seven-day cruise brought them together as good friends. Both were certain to carry on with the friendship long after the cruise, albeit it would be along distance one, they knew.

The enigmatic Sara made Helene rethink about herself as a person in many ways. The energy Sara exuded attracted Helene. Helene had never experimented with women, and the attraction she felt towards Sara confused her tremendously. She could not understand the magnetism and desirability she felt towards Sara, neither did she express it with Ernst or with Sara.

Sara clearly was a liberated soul, and very self-confident as an individual. Her attitude towards everything exuded confidence and charisma.

On the sixth night of the cruise, there was a gala-evening planned by the cruise liner company. Both Sara and Helene decided to dress up.

Sara invited Helene. Sara asked, "What do you say, we dress up together? I'd love to have your opinion about my dress for the evening."

Helene, on her part, showed zero reluctance, "Sure." Not giving it any second thought. The comfort she felt around Sara was soothing.

She added, "I'll get my dresses as well, and we can both decide what to wear."

"We can get ready in my cabin itself," Sara confirmed. "I'll send Adam away."

They both chuckled and took a swig at their cocktails, sitting next to the swimming pool deck, overlooking the Mediterranean.

Adam was in the pool, moving about on his own and looked at both the ladies off- and-on.

Sara offered, "You want to go for a swim."

Helene shrugged and started to get up. She kept her drink on the table next to the lounge chair and got up. Instinctively her hands went to her bum and drew the fabric from her bottom out of the crack. Having seen Sara's costume, she felt like Mother Teresa. Her own costume was short, but Sara's bikini styled costume was racy, to say the least. Helene's costume was red and white; it covered the melons on her chest well, and had no cloth besides that on top. The strings that went behind her tied up neatly on her neck and her back. Her bottom was covered with fabric on the bums and her mound and the side knots of the strings were high on her hips.

Sara's entire black colored bikini styled suit was made of fabric equaling about just one triangle of Helene's suit. Sara's breasts were all outside the triangles on the top, which covered mere inches outside her areolae. Her bottom was a patch in the front and a string that vanished inside her crack from the back.

Sara led the way to the pool with Helene right behind her. Adam looked towards both of them and gawked in awe towards the beautiful women. He was in love with Sara and could help but compare the two beauties. Sara with her light brown complexion, swaying breasts, slim waist, and her confident stride towards the pool - Helene with her white skin, equally large breasts as Sara but covered well swaying slightly, her waist just about an inch or two bigger than Sara leading to well-proportioned hips.

Helene's hips were fuller but firm. Helene was an inch taller. Helene gave a voluptuous vibe. Adam kept his mouth open until both of them had descended in the pool.

The small pool had about ten people around, including a family of four playing on the far side. After a couple of laps around the pool, the three of them stuck together and chatted. With Adam included in the discussion, the talk drifted towards the cruise's facilities and the food. Smartly, Adam shut himself up and let the ladies do the talking. With each passing minute, he would say less, and eventually, the discussion between Sara and Helene went back to the gala evening later that night.

Adam used his silence to work up near Sara and drew her close. His hand drifted around Sara's waist and slowly pulled her near him. In the next minute or so, Sara and Adam were attached from the hip - side to side while Adam's hand was around her waist, and Sara put her left hand around his shoulder. A minute into this position and Adam's hand traveled downwards to Sara's butt and cupped her right cheek, under the water.

Sara and Adam, joined together, were standing opposite to Helene and the girls discussing the dance show of the previous night, which they had attended in the theatre. Sara pulled slightly from Adam and reached across to Helene. She shoved her hand around Helene and pulled on her. Helene did not resist physically and amused to move next to Sara.

With Helene pasted on her right hip - Sara ended up in the middle - Adam on her other side. Unlike Adam, Helene kept her hands in front, and Sara moved her arm around her waist, pulling her in.

Sara and Helene kept talking, and her hand on Helene's waist kept the pressure inward to her. Helene, on her part, felt hunched with her hands in front. She eventually pulled her left hand up and around Sara's shoulder.

The move attached Sara completely to Helene from hip to shoulder. Sara's hand stayed on the waist but pressure towards her. Helene's arm around her neck brought Sara's face near hers. They chatted softly as long lost friends meeting after a long break.

Long minutes of this, and they realized Adam has slipped off, and it was just the two of them joined together in a hug. Sara brought Helene to her front and put her other arm around Helen's shoulder in an effort to be face to face with her. Their sides detached but their bellies were touching from the front, their breasts grazing each others. None gave any sexual thought to their proximity, it was their comfort with each other that had brought them close.

Eventually, when the moment was lost, they broke away slowly and reluctantly to start swimming towards the corner of the pool exit.

They toweled next to the lounge chairs and spent some time finishing their cocktails.

About half an hour later, they all decided to quit back towards their cabins and to meet back later, before the gala.

In the showers, Sara and Helene took the adjacent stalls, and Adam came later. Adam did not give it any second thought as he joined Sara in her stall, and both of them giggled while scrubbing themselves off.

Helene obviously finished first and crossed their stall towards the mirrors. She looked at the lovebirds kissing under the shower, and smiled and kept moving. Both the girls agreed to meet in about an hour or so, in Sara's cabin.

Sara and Adam wasted no time in shredding whatever little they were wearing once they were in the cabin. Their cabin was a decently large size cabin with a double bed and a window leading to a balcony facing the sea. They did not waste time opening the window-panes and quickly attacked each other.

Adam started with her face and kissed her earnestly for a good ten minutes, and after exploring every nook of her mouth, he came back out and kept kissing her face and chin and then went down her neck.

When Adam was kissing her chest, he started pushing her back, and as she fell back on the bed, he came on top of her. He took back his position on her chest and kept going down with his kiss on her breasts. He took hold of both in his hands and scooped her right one in his mouth as if sucking and licking an ice cream cone. His lips made a suction move and circled her nipple. From between his lips, his tongue descended on her nipple, and he started flicking on the rubbery nubs.

She whimpered, "mmmm."

Her hands strayed in his hair, and she pulled him into her breast. He wanted to keep going down, and she held him there on the breasts. Her eyes closed.

He had no reason to rush. Adam complied with her silent request and kept on sucking and licking until she was moaning.

Belatedly, he restarted his downward journey and kept licking her stomach and belly and her mound, and she kept moaning.

"Adaaamm," she said.

By the time Adam reached her pussylips, she was wet all over from her neck to her pussy. He did not go with the formalities and took charge of her pussylips. She grew louder. Her pussylips were already wet. He entered with ease and kept licking the inside of her pussylips until his tongue was in, deep, and the only possible motion left to perform was to flick. But he chose to pull back his tongue, and she whimpered as if whining.

His tongue flung back into her pussylips, that were now open. She moaned louder, 'UUUUMMMM."

He kept this in-and-out motion going for a long while, and he had her writhing as well as moaning.

Just when she felt she was about to cum, he went up and started flicking her clitoris.

She exploded into his face with a loud, "aaaagghh."

She moved violently, and her hands kept their pressure inwards behind his head, holding his hair between her fingers.

He kept the flicking on her clitoris heavy and regular, and she kept cumming into his mouth. She had barely settled down a bit when he went out of her pussylips as if licking her leaking juices. His licks reached her perineum, and he shoved his tongue up her ass hole in one shove. Her leaking juices had already made her anus wet, and his wet-tongue found no resistance.

His tongue had barely entered her anal opening about two or three inches, and she shuddered again with a major orgasm 'Addddaammmmm,' she wailed.

By the time Sara could get her wits together, Adam was riding her. His dick lined up at the entrance of her pussy, waiting for her. As soon as she opened her eyes to look at him, he started descending into her. His hips kept a slow downward pressure into her, and without any breaks, he only stopped when he had touched bottom. On her part, Sara kept her mouth open in elation, and her eyes locked with Adam's.

His shove had reached hilt, withdrew a fraction, and then pushed back in to recheck if he had indeed reached bottom. Sara moaned to confirm.

He withdrew again to start fucking her. He knew she was off the edge, and he wanted it like that. He yearned to take her on another journey, and he wanted to build it well. His shoves started slowly with long pulls and then drops into her. Minutes later, he increased the tempo a few notches. Even while he wanted to keep going slow, he just could not. His drives into her became more eager, and his push and pull repeated with vigor.

Sara was only too aware of what he was doing, and the predictability of his action made her wait in anticipation. As he went more into it, his piston-motion became motorized. He just banged into her with regular millisecond intervals. Her push back up was also assisted by the ship's wave motion creating a new tandem between their bodies.

When Adam exulted and started cumming into her - he grunted, "unnnghhhhh."

She orgasmed one more time with a low scream of "aaaannghhh," loving the feel of her son's cum reaching her depths.

He fell on top of her and held himself on his elbows. He was panting. She had gone limp, vibrating on the inside.

He looked into her face, with her eyes closed, for a long while. He remained embedded inside her while losing his stiffness rapidly. When she did open her eyes, he was inches above her face.

He came down and kissed her lips and said, "I love you, Mom."

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By the time they got themselves to stand up and freshen up in the shower, it was well over an hour. Sara asked Adam to get ready first so he can get out of the cabin because she had called Helene over for the evening.

While Adam was showing in the en-suite, Sara ordered some wine from room service.

Adam was ready soon enough, and was getting dressed as Sara entered the shower. The wine arrived, and Adam signed for it. He was putting on his jacket when the bell chimed again.

Helene came in with a few dresses in her hands. Adam signaled to her, "She is in the shower. She should be out soon."

Helene sat near the TV console and chatted up with Adam briefly. The awkwardness between her and Adam was contrasting to what she felt with Sara. With her, Helene felt natural and calm. What she felt with Adam was not bad, but awkward. It was probably the age gap between them.

Adam poured her a glass of wine before stepping out, assuring her to meet them at the theatre on the lower deck.

As Helene waited with wine in her hand, sipping occasionally, she looked around and saw a photo frame next to the bed with a picture of Sara and Adam. A photo shot on a beach in Los Angeles. It was obvious they were deeply in love.

It was just then, Sara entered with a towel around her breasts and her hair wet dripping water behind her, clinging to her back. Beads of water on Sara's chest, some traveling southwards while some clung to her, not letting go of the beautiful woman.

Helene looked up at Sara with a slightly open mouth, and she was in awe of Sara's beauty now. She realized what an amazingly beautiful woman Sara was and how sexy she looked.

Sara smiled at Helene's silent welcome, and she said, "Hey," continuing "sorry to have kept you waiting."

Helene had this overwhelming urge in her gut. She got up and came near Sara. When Helene was face-to-face with Sara, only inches away from Sara's face, she lifted her right hand to Sara's face. She caressed Sara's face lightly and felt her wet, yet smooth, skin. She felt a burning urge from within to touch this goddess and to feel her beauty.

Sara pulled her right hand up and brought it behind Helene's head and cupped it to pull her head into her face. Her left hand snaked behind Helene's waist to pull her towards herself. She kept looking into Helene's eyes as if trying to seek permission from her. None came. She also found no resistance. Helene was in a trance. When Sara left no gap left to fill between their bodies, she closed the remaining gap between their lips.

Her lips took Helene's first. She kissed, and licked her lips. Finding tepid response, Sara sucked on Helene's lips and then she entered Helene's mouth with passion. Helene in her trance like zone, wanted to do a hundred things, but forgot where to start with Sara. She let Sara take lead, even while everything Sara was doing, was exactly what she wanted to do with Sara, and more.

Sara pulled on Helene's tongue to start sucking on it. Her hands behind Helene's back finding strength and pulled her tighter. Her hands moved up and down as if trying to search for something.

Sara kept the lips on Helene's and kept sucking her tongue in all earnest.

Helene started a low moan, "mmmm."

Helene had never kissed a woman before. She was in a zone that was alien to her. She was kissing a woman; she was kissing a gorgeous woman; she was kissing a sex-goddess of a woman. She was moaning much louder in her mind that what came out of her throat. She continued to moan until her brain went numb to any kind of thinking.

Helene had a lustful buzz about her. She realized she wanted more, and she started kissing Sara back with desire she did not know existed in her. She went passionately into kissing Sara. All the to-and-fro in their mouths resulted in a jostle of their hands and bodies. Helene's hand working behind Sara had dragged the towel away from around Sara. Sara stood in all her naked glory in front of her new friend and lover, as the towel found the floor.

After a hundred kisses exchanged between them, they were both panting. Instead of going any further, they broke off chuckling and amused at what they had just done. Their relationship had leaped off into a new realm.

Helene fell back on the bed and sat on the corner of the bed. She looked up at this beautiful woman who had turned fresh feelings in her, and especially ones she did not know she ever had towards another girl.

Sara did not attempt to sit. She just stood in front of Helene and let her soak in the view, to her heart's content. Both remained silent while Sara did a turn and showed herself to Helene from front to back and then back to front. Helene gazed in admiration towards Sara, what was clearly now an amorous stare.

When Sara stepped forward, she held Helene's head and pulled her face into her belly. Helene kept kissing Sara's belly many times until Sara stepped back. Helene did not know what to do next.

Sara reckoned she would have to lead and pulled Helene by her hand. And when Helene was standing in front of her, Sara dragged the zipper of Helene's dress down. When her dress was loose enough, Sara pulled the dress up until it had bunched in Helene's hands. She kept pushing it upwards and until her dress was way-above Helene's head. Her raised arms complied with this unsaid request to disrobe.

Sara stepped back a moment to admire Helene, and when she looked back up into her face, Helene was blushing. Sara did not say anything but stepped forward and took Helene in her arms and started kissing her again. The appreciation of Helene's beauty was conveyed.

While kissing Helene, Sara's hands worked Helene's bra and un-hooked it within a second, efficiently.

Sara pushed Helene back slowly and let her fall back on the bed again. Helene sat back on the edge, with her feet on the floor. Sara climbed on Helene's lap with each of her knees outside Helene's thighs. With their pussy mound mashed together, their breasts jostling with each other, Sara kept her weight on her knees and moved into Helene's mouth for her umpteenth kiss.

Their embrace wasn't forceful but passionate. Helene's arms locked behind Sara's waist; Sara's arms had levered on Helene's shoulders and had gripped her head and was pulling it into her mouth.

Sara worked slowly to keep pushing Helene on her back, and when she had her laid on her back, Sara stayed glued on top of her.

They broke away briefly until they both had pulled themselves up higher on the bed where the pillow found the back of Helene's head. Once Helene was comfortable full length on her back, Sara started her downward journey.

She started licking and kissing each inch of Helene from her chin, neck, and chest downwards. When Sara reached Helene's breasts she looked up towards Helene, wanting to see her face as her nipple got sucked.

Helene looked down towards Sara at the unbelievable sequence where she was trying to convince herself that she was not in a dream. Their eyes were locked when Sara dropped her head on Helene's right breast and took in her nipple.

Helene moaned in disbelief than in pleasure, "mmmm." Her eyes closed to soak in the momentous event and to freeze the image in her mind forever.

Sara started sucking slowly. In the next ten minutes, she had Helene whimpering in passion.

Eventually, Sara left her breast and started her downward journey. It was while licking and kissing on her way down, did Sara remember that a little over an hour back, she was lying on her back and it was her son Adam who was doing to her, what she is now doing to Helene. Her belief in destiny increased.

When Sara reached Helene's mound, she found her panties. She stopped kissing the mound and rose on her knees between Helene's legs to pull off the panties from her.

When the panties came off, Sara looked down to find a beautiful white pussy glistening with juices and open just a centimeter as if calling on Sara to 'come kiss'. Helene's pussy had just a landing strip of brown hair neatly cut in a rectangle, very trim. Sara looked up again to find Helene blushing.

In response, Sara dove down on Helene's pussylips and started kissing. She found her pussy lips wet and started licking from outside to inside. Before she went in, Sara spent a considerable amount of time on the outside of her pussy, licking the entire area clean. By the time it was her pussy's turn, Helene's pussylips were pulsing.

Sara started with her pussy lips, and she had barely entered Helene's pussy when Helene exploded with a loud grunt, "mmmmmuuuuuaaaaaaggghhh."

Sara knew by experience this was not the time to stop. She went forward and inside. She kept licking and sucking. The hunger in her showed the way. There was no plan, she continued to lick and suck everything that she came across.

Helene under her was quivering and shaking in a long-continued orgasm.

When Sara came to touch Helene's sensitive clitoris, she was convulsing like no tomorrow. She was flung into new territory with the lesbian pussy-licking. Compared to what she had been receiving from Ernst this was worthy of an award. After having dragged a couple of orgasm's from Helene, Sara had slowed down somewhat. Sara gave attention to Helene's pussy as if this was her destination, and nothing more was left to be done. Helene was loving it.

Helene's wails of "OHHHH! SAARRAAAAAAAAAAA" reverberating through the cabin in ecstasy.

Sara knew the effect of a woman licking her was having on Helene. She added to the pleasure by pulling her hands from below Helene's thighs and reach up to grasp her breasts in both of her hands. With her raised thighs Helene felt very slutty, but she brought her legs behind Sara's head and wrapped them behind Sara's shoulders to pull her into the pussy as deep as she could get her.

Finally Sara stopped sucking and concentrated on the licking. She licked Helene clean from inside and then moved out to lick her pussy clear from the outside. When Helene had no more juice left to offer, she lay limp, and her legs fell on the side in an open position.

Sara traveled back on Helene and went up licking her belly, her breasts, her chest, her neck, her chin, and then reached Helene's mouth. Before kissing her, Sara gripped Helene's head in both her hands and slowly started a lover's kiss. She started slowly from Helene's lips then, sucked her. She entered Helene's lips offering her tongue loaded with Helene's juice.

Compared to Sara's passion, Helene was responding muted given her exhaustion. Sara slid on her side and fell into Helene's arm next to her, still fully plastered to Helene.

After catching her breath, Helene turned to face Sara. And with less than an inch between their mouths, Helene said, "wow."

They both laughed.

They rested in each other's arms like lovers for a good half an hour. They discussed various plans, and assurances were made. They disengaged reluctantly and started to get ready.

It was unequivocally clear between them that they had bonded at a deeper level than just sex.

With both of them sweaty from the lovemaking, they showered again before trying dress after dress, before they nailed down on a pair. Both of their dresses were nearest to the other's in color and length, and style. It would make them look like sisters.

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Later that night in their cabin, after the gala evening, Helene did not tell Ernst about her tryst with Sara. Not that she wanted to hide. She just wanted the timing to be right.

Her giddiness was apparent, and Ernst knew something was keeping her happy but probably mistook it for a fun cruise than her newfound friend. He knew she and Sara had gotten close on the cruise and would remain probably good friends post the cruise as well, to whatever level possible, given the distance between Los Angeles and Germany.

On the last day of the cruise, Sara and Helene were inseparable. They went about the cruise doing almost everything together, leaving their respective partners to themselves mostly.

Later in the afternoon, Helene told Ernst she wanted to stay back in Barcelona for a day post the cruise. Sara and Adam already had plans to stay in Barcelona for a day, before taking their flight back to Los Angeles.

Ernst did not think much of it and agreed to alter their tickets for a day later. They also checked into the same hotel where Sara and Adam had booked and requested for a room for one night.

Later that evening, the four of them had dinner together and enjoyed each other's company. Ernst and Adam were also warming up to each other, with this new friendship amongst families. Though, they could barely find a common interest to bond over. Adam was into movies, arts, travel, and food. Ernst was into engineering, business, designing, and football.

Eventually, they found something to discuss - football. Ernst expressed his displeasure of it being referred as soccer in the US. Adam confirmed that in India it was still referred to as Football. Adam had followed Chelsea, as a fan. Ernst had only good things to say about the club. Finally, they had found a subject to discuss.

The ladies, on the other hand, found every little thing about the other interesting and could discuss tiny item for hours with one another, and then go to the next one.

Helene had an ulterior motive to take an extra day in Barcelona; she had invited Sara and Adam to come with them to Germany, and to stay with them for a couple of days. Sara did not confirm on the cruise. She was extremely keen but was not sure about Adam.

Helene thought an extra day in Barcelona and regular nagging might wear Sara down, and she eventually succeeded in convincing her for one day with them in Germany. Before the end of dinner, Helene informed Ernst that Adam and Sara would be joining them to stay over at their home for a day. Helene was very keen to show her new friend their home. Ernst was amused but welcoming at the same time. He liked that his wife was happy around their new friends, and he would do anything to keep his wife happy.

On the dinner table, Adam was equally surprised, but he knew better than to question his mother's decision in front of others.

Both Ernst and Adam had noticed change in Sara's and Helene's over the last couple of days. They were extra touchy and feely around each other. The men gave it no extra bother than necessary.

After dinner, they retreated to Ernst and Helene's suite for a nightcap. The discussion changed to cruise's review, and at that point, everyone had comments to offer. Each had their own opinion about one or the other facility on the cruise, the functions and shows at the theatre, the gala, and so on.

The ladies were sitting close to each other on the bigger sofa, and Adam and Ernst took the single-seaters, opposite them.

Somewhere during the discussion, as they sat barely a foot apart on the sofa, Sara telling everyone about her experience about her cabin and their accommodation, Helene realized that she could not hear anything. As she sat next to Sara, facing her, Helene noticed Sara's lips were moving, but nothing was audible. Helene was drawn towards Sara's face, and she was admiring Sara's lips, her cheeks, her eyes, and her nose.

Without any warning, Helene pulled up her hand and cupped Sara's right cheek, full length, and turned Sara's face towards her. Helene moved forward and brought her lips near Sara. She looked up into Sara's eyes with affection she had felt for her on the cruise. The glint in Sara's eyes permitted Helene, and she kissed Sara on the lips. There was no aggression in Helene's move but a simple loving gesture of kissing. Helene's reaction towards Sara was as if she had something sweet, and she had to be rewarded.

Sara's response in return to the kiss was equally motivated. She lifted her hand behind Helene's head and pulled her in, to return the kiss. Their lips opened together, and it was Helene who took the lead by sending her tongue into Sara's mouth on a mission. Their kiss grew from soft loving gesture to one of passion and need. They kept kissing one after the other and tongues exchanging between them regularly. It was Sara who went after Helene's lips and started sucking on her lower lip, and a few moments later Helene repeated this on Sara's lips.

It took Helene some minutes to compose herself back. Adam and Ernst were both looking at the girls, mouth open, and eyes wide - surprised and shocked.

Helene blushed on what she had done openly, and the embarrassment left her moments later when Sara restarted where she had left off in the conversation, to distract the men back to normal. She could barely manage that.

On her door, Helene kissed Sara briefly again, before saying their goodnights.

Ernst came out of the bathroom, having changed into his pajamas for the night. When Helene returned from the door, he took her in his arms and kissed her forcefully.

Ernst had never seen his wife peck a woman on the lips, let alone make out in front of him. He was getting hard thinking about it. Helene was already on edge and responded with equal eagerness.

Their lovemaking that night was impassioned and urgent. Both did not make it to the bed. Moments after their kissing, Ernst took off Helene's dress, and then without waiting for her bra and panties to come off, he turned her around, peeled her panties aside, and entered her swiftly from behind. Helene's pussy was already wet and hungry, and she moaned loud her approval.

'MMMMmmmmm.' She moaned.

He humped her from behind while she bent forward with her hands resting on the bed.

Both of them were panting in no time, and Ernst burst into her pussy with a loud, "aaaagghh."

He was not much of a noisy fellow while making love, but this was a welcome exception to Helene.

Helene had not cum yet, but she was just about there.

She closed her eyes. The first image that came to her mind was that of Sara. She pictured Sara below her; she felt Sara's lips on hers. She remembered their kiss from a little while back. She remembered Sara going down on her, on the cruise. She started cumming instantly, on Ernst's dick that was still inside her.

She grunted, "uuuungh." Loud enough for the room to echo.

Both Ernst and Helene lay still on the bed for a long while before dozing off.

Helene was yet to convince Sara for her next plan, to stay longer, but she knew she would. She would plead to Sara if it comes to that but she would ask her stay for a few days, instead of just one.

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The next morning, over breakfast, Sara informed Ernst and Helene that Adam shall not be coming to Germany because he had some work back home in LA. He would take his scheduled flight later in the evening, but she has canceled her ticket. She would have to book another from Germany.

Helene offered, "leave it to me. I will get you the perfect connection to LA from Germany. I will also drop you to the airport personally."

Sara smiled and reached out to touch Helene's hand in appreciation.

Ernst offered 'Sorry to hear you won't be joining us. Is there any way you can reconsider? It's just for a day.'

Adam, "I'm sorry, Ernst, but I have something I need to attend to. And it's urgent. Maybe next time."

Ernst nodded his consent.

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The day was spent sightseeing around the old city in Barcelona, and they went to see the cathedral - Sagrada Familia, and spent some time at Casa Mila. Their day went by like a breeze. Everyone had lunch at an outdoor cafe and they ate Barcino food. The ladies did some shopping, and they all enjoyed each other's company.

After their lunch, at one boutique Helene chose a dress, she went for a trial. Without thinking twice she held Sara's hand and pulled her along with her into the trial room.

Inside the trial room, Helene shucked the dress on the small stool, and turned to take Sara in her arms. After a fiery kiss, she went down on Sara's neck, only to come back up changing her mind as if remembering she had left something in Sara's mouth. She searched Sara's mouth for her belongings. Sara let Helene lead the interplay.

All they did was kiss and neck each other. Helene did take the dress off, but it was Sara's, as if the store's dress to be tried on by Sara; but she found no logic in letting Sara try it on. Sara's dress was taken off, only so she could be kissed and licked on every part of her body.

A good twenty minutes later, they came out giggling. Helene bought the dress out of courtesy, having no idea if it would fit Sara or her. The cost of the dress was way too low to bother for what she had achieved in the trial room.

They reached back the hotel around the evening, leaving very little time for Adam to pack and leave for the airport. Their own flight to Cologne was an hour later, and they all decided to travel together to the airport, and the three of them would kill their extra time at the airport lounge.

Adam barely made it to the connection he got for a flight that would take him to New York first and then to LAX. At the airport, Ernst spent his hour relaxing at the first-class lounge, and the ladies strolled the airport, arm-in-arm.

In the flight, their seats were in the first-class and the girls sat in the center row with two seats joint from between, while Ernst took the lone window seat. Their full recliner seats were plush. A shutter, if lifted, divided the seats and could convert them as separate cocoons of isolated spaces - should one want the privacy. But with shutter down, the adjacent recliner seats let the neighbors chat all they wanted. Of course, the girls kept the shutter down throughout the flight of about two and a half hours.

Champagnes were followed by dinner served by beautiful air-hostesses. With that out of the way, the lights were dimmed, so as to let passengers relax before arrival into Cologne. Sara stepped out in the aisle and pulled the shutter up on her aisle side. She moved up the aisle to the front of the plane, two rows ahead, and turned towards the other side aisle. On reaching Helene's seat, she stepped in front of Helene, facing her and slowly pulled the shutter on Helene's aisle side, and they were now in an enclosed cubicle. Sara pulled the hand-rest between the two seats and made the two-recliner seats as one large space for both of them.

Sara brought up her knees on either side of Helene's thighs and rode her once again in the exact fashion she had a couple of days back on the cruise. She descended with her lips on Helene for a scorching kiss, shoving her pussy into Helene's and her elbows on Helene's shoulders, her hands behind her head, and pulling Helene into her face. Their breasts mashing in front, Helene brought her arms behind Sara to pull her tight with all her might. They kept kissing one after another and then another. Helene released one hand from behind Sara and pressed the recline-button without looking at the console, and they started going back and stopped only when the back was on full recline.

Sara was riding her, with knees still outside of Helene's hips. She pressed into Helene, from her mound to her shoulders. They were attached at their lips, as if with adhesive. Eventually slowing down, their kissing relaxed to a loving pace with no urgency; they was no hurry; there was no rush. They kissed slowly, loving and sucking each other.

For the next hour, Sara just rode Helene, laid on top of her. Eventually, they had stopped kissing, but Sara had dug her lips in Helene's neck, embracing her. She stayed there until the call bell announced plane's descent towards Cologne. They both reluctantly peeled away from each other, and Sara took her seat next to Helene. Post buckling up, their hands were locked and resting on the hand-rest between them. The airline staff pulled the shutters back down, for the landing.

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When they reached Cologne, the ride back home was a little over an hour. Their car was parked at the airport, and they took the A1 to get home.

Helene asked Ernst sweetly, "Ernst, do you mind if I sit at the back with Helene."

Ernst was already way too confused with what was going on with Helene to respond. He just smiled and nodded.

Helene and Sara talked on their way home, with Helene sunk deep into Sara's arm. Their faces were close, and Sara's arm was around Helene's shoulder. Both looked towards one another, as they whispered sweet nothing into each other's face. Every couple of sentences, one would kiss the other on her lips, and then there was silence for many long minutes. The conversation would restart, and then again the kissing would break it off mid-sentence.

Ernst had a hard time concentrating on the road with this foreplay between the girls. By the time, they reached home late evening they were all dead tired.

Their large house gates opened by an electronic remote system fitted in their car and they drove down the driveway to the house. Sara was super impressed with the expansive house from outside and the sophisticated interiors inside the mansion of a home. Helene showed off the house to Sara with pride and took her to a room right, opposite theirs. The room belonged to their son, Peter. Their own room and Sara's shared a small living section - a kind of sitting area with two large sofas, a TV, a fireplace, a piano, and a shelf full of books. Usually, their family of three would sit around here in the evenings and read or watch TV or just relax together. The house itself was large, but they had intentionally built it to ensure the two rooms - their own and their son Peter's - were nearby, and an intervening sitting section would act as a lounge exclusively for the family.

Ernst was surprised when Helene offered Peter's room to Sara, what with at least four other spare rooms in the house. There was another on the first floor, which his parents used when they came to stay. But he thought nothing of it, reckoned it was a matter of a day or so.

Sara loved the cozy set up of the adjacent bedrooms and the sitting room in the middle. She politely asked Helene and Ernst to give her a room other than that of Peter's, but Helene insisted - to which Sara could not say anything.

When everyone had freshened up, changed for the night - they met again in the sitting area. Helene offered wine to Sara, which she declined. Ernst, after a drink, retreated to the bedroom and left the girls to talk. He was only half confident that he might get up in the morning and see them still talking on the sofa there.

After an hour or so of sitting together, they fell silent, exhausted, but unwilling to let go of each other. They had slumped on the sofa and cuddled into each other. Both were silent for a few minutes, and finally, Helene moved her back up and bent down on Sara to kiss her. They both necked again for a long while before breaking off.

Helene got up from the sofa even though her thighs were under Sara's head, making Sara also shift and sit up. Helene pulled Sara up and held her right hand in her left. Instead of going for a good night kiss, or good night, Helene turned towards her bedroom while continuing to hold Sara's hand. Clearly, Helene was inviting Sara into her bedroom. The resistance to Sara's hand was negligible. Sara walked behind a resolute Helene with their fingers locked in one hand.

Once inside the bedroom, they saw Ernst lying down on the bed, and his eyes closed. There was a small light on the other side of the bedside table that was on, and the rest of the room was dark. That was Helene's side.

Helene did not stop or pause to check on Ernst, or to check with him. Her sensually-charged mind found no reason. Upon reaching the far side of the bed, she kicked her slipper off, removed her hand from Sara's grip, turned to face Sara.

While looking into Sara's eyes, Helene pulled her nightie off, and she was naked under it. She pulled her hands up on Sara's shoulder to pick up the straps of her nightie and let them fall off from her arms. The silk fell to the ground in one swift motion. Sara was not wearing any bra either, but she had panties on her. Helene sat back on the bed and bent forward to take the panties from off Sara's hips. Sara merely complied silently with whatever Helene was doing.

Once Helene had Sara as naked as she herself was, she sat back and parked her palms on the bed behind her. Admiring Sara's nakedness in the low yellow light of the bedside lamp, she looked up into Sara's eyes before pulling herself up on the bed. When she reached the middle of the bed, she arched towards the pillows next to Ernst with her back towards him. She left ample space for Sara to join on the bed. Once she had placed herself where she wanted, her right arm lifted towards Sara inviting her to join in.

Sara, aware of what was expected of her, reached out with her left hand to hold Helene's hand. She stepped up on the bed with her knee taking the corner first and then her other climbing up. Once she was on the bed she reclined next to Helene, facing her friend.

Once Sara was in the bed with her, Helene opened her arms completely, and Sara sunk into her arms, full length. A few moves later, they were in a full-frontal embrace with their bellies and lips pasted; their breasts' mashing into one another; their legs entwined to have their pussies and mounds touching. Their lips opened slightly for a long lover's kiss with slow tonguing. They were tired and beat from the entire day of sightseeing and travel.

They both slept in each other's arms. Every couple of hours, one or the other would get up to notice that they had untangled, then she would pull the other back into her arms and fall asleep again. It got repeated the entire night and early morning. They were tired and slept heavy, but what trumped their weariness hands down was their horniness and their attraction towards one another. Their sleep was so scattered that when both got up in the morning, in each other's arms, their heads were heavy, and they were drifty.

When Ernst got up in the morning, before either of them, he was surprised to see this new interplay. Two naked women in his bed.

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Months back, when Ernst and Helene had discussed swinging briefly, it was shot down. Their tryst with experimenting led them to explore various ways to spice up their sex lives, including porn videos, and seeing some adult TV channels. They gave it up soon enough and moved on to other ways to deal with their experimentation.

In a candid opening up and talking about fantasizes, he had shared with her that he had fantasized about a threesome. Helene had laughed at it, at the time; and to lessen his embarrassment, he had also laughed it aside. Having another woman in his bed, along with his wife, was his ultimate fantasy.

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When Ernst got up in the morning, before either of them, he was surprised to see this new interplay. Two naked women in his bed.

He was rock hard in a matter of minutes. There were no covers on either of the girls. They were holding each other as if the other might run away in the middle of the night. They were stark naked.

It was very difficult for him to not ravage Helene at the moment, if not both of them. Sara's lips were near Helene's chest, a few inches above her breast. Helene's right hand was gripping Sara's back from near her neck. Sara's left leg was way up inside Helene's thighs, and her left hand was behind Helene's butt as if lifting Helene into herself.

Ernst was in a desperate state of horniness, but he eventually decided against moving between the lovers on his bed. He wanted to touch and feel Helene and assure himself that it was indeed really them, and naked and not his dream.

He got off the bed and went into the attached bathroom to relieve himself. He washed his face, pissed, brushed, and went out of the bedroom, before looking back at the bed to reassure that there was indeed a pair of beauties on his bed.

He made breakfast for himself and the two girls. After a long wait, he went for a jog to clear his mind. When he came back, the girls were still out of it, but positions had changed. Sara was lying half on top of Helene who was almost on her back. Helene's hand cupped Sara's face and cheeks.

Ernst smiled and went into the bathroom to shower. By the time he came out, both the girls were up and still lying into the other's arms, facing each other.

He cleared his throat when he saw they were up and whispering.

Helene looked up, turning behind her. Sara dug her face into Helene's chest.

Helene said, "Get lost, Ernst."

Ernst smiled, almost laughed at her snap. He walked out towards the sitting area.

Half an hour later, the girls were back in their nighties, and they came out of the bedroom into the sitting area, where Ernst was sitting ready for his office. There was breakfast made and laid on the coffee table in front of the sofa, along with coffee and juice.

When the girls sat down, Ernst got up to heat up the coffee and let them start with breakfast and juice.

Ernst was modest enough to not broach the elephant in the room with either of the girls during breakfast and had decided to tease Helene after Sara had returned the next day. More importantly, he was hoping for a repeat of last night and could not risk discussing it and jinx it.

He kept the discussion on what they were planning to do during the day. He was of course going to the office and would catch up back early in the evening to have supper together.

With Ernst out of the house, the girls lazed around the sitting room for a long time, eating a slow breakfast. They had not slept very well and had frequently woken up throughout the night, and it made them both lazy.

With Ernst out of the house, both decided to lie down again for a bit. What was on their minds was clear.

When they reached the bed, Helene pulled herself up until she had her back on the headboard and her bums on the pillow. Sara moved up between her legs and started kissing Helene from her toes and went up slowly licking, and cleaning the sweat she had on her. The saltiness and muskiness were intoxicating to Sara.

When she reached Helene's quim, she devoted an unreasonably long time licking the outside of the pussylips.

No sooner had Sara kissed Helene's pussylips that Helene started cumming.

Sara kept on and went in; she started pushing her tongue deep into Helene's pussy. When three inches of her tongue was inside Helene, Sara turned her tongue, and Helene moaned louder with passion.

Sara licked the inside of Helene's pussylips for a long while, and Helene's orgasm lasted a long long while. Helene's hands gripped Sara's hair to pull her in deeper as if it was possible.

Helene's orgasm was in continuous flow when Sara upped the ante by stroking her sensitive clitoris with her tongue.

Helene shuddered violently and came with louder than ever grunt, "unnnggghhhhh."

Sara was not done; she kept stroking the clitoris and alternated between licking the insides of the pussy and flicking her clit. Helene was in throes of passion, and she was writhing in ecstasy below Sara.

Sara did not want to give up on her prized possession, but when Helene lay limp, Sara got scared that she might have passed out. Sara traveled up on Helene's body licking, and kissing until she reached Helene's lips. By then, Helene had her eyes open and was waiting for Sara to join their lips. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed like lovers.

Helene was motivated to return the favor. Just that she needed some guidance. Sara turned on the bed, from above Helene to rest her back on the pillow. She reclined on the headboard just enough so her neck was tilting forward somewhat. She snaked her arm behind Helene's neck and pulled her from the side and on top of her. Once Helene was on top of Sara, after kissing a few times, she tentatively started going down on her breasts. Her kisses turned to passionate licking on Sara's nipples. In a matter of moments, she was sucking Sara hard on the nipple and got Sara all worked up.

Sara moaned in affirmation, "mmmm" while her hand strayed on top of Helene's head to keep her there.

Helene chose to move ahead after sucking on Sara's breasts for long, shuffling from one to the other. She went down to Sara's bare pussy and took extra pleasure in licking the smooth skin. Sara's pussy mound felt like a baby's skin. When Helene found Sara's pussy, it was leaking heavily. Sara guided Helene's head to the pussy making it known, she wanted no more delay.

Helene slowed her licks and started lapping. Her licks were long and slow. She was trying to figure out the taste, the feeling, the experience, and the smell of her first pussy. Some ten licks later, she drilled inside exactly how Sara had, earlier, and it got her a home run.

Sara shouted..."...hhhuuunggh."

Helene was in heaven. She just drilled on, in no logical flow; she just licked, and kissed, and flicked, and dove in. Sara kept the inward pressure behind Helene shoving her head into the pussy. Just as Sara had done, Helene moved towards Sara's engorged clitoris. She pursed her lips to pull it slightly, and Sara burst in loud cry, "HEELLLLLENNN..."

Sara let Helene play with the clitoris and continued to reward her with juices. Her pent up desire had burst out through her pussy, and there was an eager customer with her mouth plastered to ensure not a drop got wasted.

When Sara settled down, she pulled up Helene on top of her and quickly took Helene by her mouth. Their lips met aggressively, and juices exchanged as if each needed some juice for survival.

They remained entangled and hugging long after the kissing had ended. Both took about half an hour to gather themselves.

Lazily they got up and went in for shower together. In the shower, both girls cleaned the other patiently and slowly. Every inch was scrubbed with hand and soap.

Post their shower, neither bothered to put any clothes on. They went back to bed and started making out all over again. It took them another one hour to bring each other to orgasm, and they stayed on one another until both had at least two orgasms each drawn from them.

Both of them skipped lunch and stayed in bed lazily in each other's arms.

It was around five that Helene felt guilty of not letting Sara get up and offered to get something to eat.

Sara told her, "Don't bother, I'm not hungry."

Helene turned around towards the side stand and found her phone to call Ernst.

"Ernst, could you please get food for dinner. I have not been able to cook anything for us yet, and we are hungry." She asked.

"Sure, I'm on my way. I'll pick up something from Brauhaus." Ernst replied.

An hour later, Ernst was home with food in his hands. He found Helene and Sara in the sitting room upstairs; both of them relaxing. Helene was wearing one of Ernst's long shirts, she sometimes wore it at home to relax in. It was obvious that she had nothing underneath it. Sara had chosen to wear one of Helene's gowns. He bet she too had nothing below it either.

They had an early dinner on the coffee table, with Helene and Sara sharing one sofa and Ernst on the other, opposite them. They drank some wine from their impressive wine stock that Ernst and Helene maintained.

They did not respond to his question of, "what did you girls do today then?"

Both burst out laughing as if Ernst had joked about something. It happened again a while after when Ernst asked the same question again.

After dinner, Sara and Helene cleared up the table and the packaging. They washed up and went into Peter's room, which was now supposedly Sara's for her brief stay.

Helene showed Sara her son, and his photos, and his cupboard, and his desk. They finally fell back on his bed, and Sara picked up a photo, from his bedside table. A candid photo of his mother, Helene, and him. The photo did not seem old.

They were lying on their backs and the framed photo in Sara's hand up above them. Both admiring a handsome Peter and a lovely Helene.

Teasing, "Why does he have your picture on his bedside?" Sara asked.

Pat came the reply, "We love him so much, I cannot tell you." She added, "he is the loveliest child a mother could ask for."

It was not what Sara had asked or meant, but she knew her innuendo would not find Helene's attention. She let it pass.

Helene took the picture from Sara and brought it to her lips and kissed her son.

With her eyes gleaming, she turned towards Sara, all emotional, missing her son. Sara consoled her and kissed her lightly to move her away from the somber thought.

Sara pulled them up and asked if they should get up and go down.

Helene offered, "let me show you the house?"

Sara replied, "sure."

They took a grand tour of each room, all the facilities around the house, the cellar where they had sauna and steam rooms, and a small home theatre; they moved outside to the pool, and on the far side saw the tennis court.

Helene told Sara, "we should play some tennis tomorrow. If you are up for it?"

Sara was always willing, "I'd love that."

Helene pulled her back and said, "tomorrow I'll show you the gardens." It was getting late in the evening, even though it was not really dark out.

Sara smiled back and followed her in.

On their way back upstairs, they stopped on the ground floor sitting area, which had a huge, plush sofa on three sides, a large screen TV, and a console of various electronics on the fourth side. They had three different tables in front of each sofa stretch. An expensive rug covered the floor, which would be a delight in the winters given it usually got really cold around then.

They did not stop to relax downstairs and found themselves back on the first-floor sitting area, which was between their master bedroom and Peter's room. The place had a very cozy feel to it, and the comfort of the deep sofa pair allowed one to stretch back and relax for however long one wanted.

Ernst had retreated to their bedroom. Helene took the sofa and pulled herself up deep into the corner, and that left a large space in front of her. Her back had nudged into the corner of two backrests with a small cushion supporting her lower back. As she got up, her legs remained folded. And as she moved back up, her legs spread out. She raised her left arm towards Sara offering to take her hand and to invite her to come to sit in between her legs. Sara got up on the sofa and sat in front of Helene. Sara's back thrust completely into Helene, and she had slumped a tad bit more than Helene. Her butt ground into Helene's open legs, towards her quim. Her back found Helene's tits, and Helene's arm went around her.

Sara tilted her head back on Helene's arm, and looked up, her face turned up towards Helene's face. Their eyes locked. Helene's hands went around Sara's front, and one took hold of her right breast, and the other palmed her tummy.

Helene's hands were drawing slow circles on Sara's body, while their faces were mere inches apart. As they continued to talk, the relevance of the subject of conversation mattered less to both of them, until they stopped talking and just whimpered and moaned to each other's mouth. Sara's head moved up, to find herself resting on Helene's shoulder, and whatever distance there was between their faces became irrelevant as their lips met for a slow kiss. It felt like they could kiss for hours.

Helene's hands untied Sara's robe without looking down her front. On removing the lapels from Sara's front, Helene repossessed Sara's breast in one hand and took her tummy in the other. Satisfied with her progress, Helene started mauling Sara's breast in her hand and moved her other hand in slow circles, until it reached Sara's mound. When the fingers reached Sara's pussy, in a natural thrust she jerked her hips upwards turning it into Helene's hand.

Helene's lips never left Sara's, and she kept sucking Sara's tongue. Her hand moved down full length on her pussy and cupped it in her full palm. She squashed the wet pussy as if it were a squeezie-ball. Sara's hand went up behind Helene's head, and she arched as much as she could in her aroused state.

Many minutes of foreplay later, Helene synchronized her finger and tongue and entered both together into Sara from bottom and top. She inserted two fingers together in Sara's pussy as she also inserted her tongue in Sara's mouth. She did this as she rolled on her nipple with her other hand.

Sara started cumming with a muted moan, "mmmmmuuuuuuaaaaahhh." Helene's tongue muffling somewhat Sara's expression of jubilation.

Sara kept cumming until Helene kept playing with her. In time, Helene stopped playing inside Sara but did not withdraw the fingers from inside her pussy. Withdrawing her tongue to let Sara breathe, she brought her lips down to Sara's neck and gave her a tight kiss and left a a hickie on her neck.

When Sara normalized from her high, she remained slumped on Helene with her head on Helene's shoulder and face pasted cheek to cheek with Helene. Slowly, they got up, as Helene pushed forward, and both got up to retreat for their bed. Helene kept holding Sara's hand, so there was no scope of doubt, which way they would head.

On the way in, Helene flicked the light button of the sitting area off, entered their bedroom with Ernst on the bed already. Sara's robe was open from the front completely, and on reaching the bed, Helene unbuttoned the shirt she had been wearing. Helene dropped her shirt and went up the bed, to the middle, and waited for Sara to join. Helene remained turned towards Sara, and Ernst peered over Helene's back to look at Sara.

Sara seductively played nymph and dropped the robe in slow motion. Before going up the bed, she switched off the bedside lamp on her side of the bed. Though dim, there was enough light pouring in for a summery August night, for everyone to be able to see. The curtains were not drawn enough.

Sara climbed up the bed and slipped near Helene, who had not really pushed far into the middle tonight. With both remaining on Sara's half of the bed, Helene opened her arms to take Sara into her fold. Their embrace like the previous night was total - from lips to legs.

Ernst, on his part, had nothing to do, even with his dick rock hard, and two naked ladies next to him. He dared not touch and shake the applecart in front of him.

Sara had just cum on the sofa and that had taken her edge off somewhat, but Helene was in need of some serious loving. She pushed Sara down and let her take an inviting breast in the mouth. Sara sucked Helene's breast softly at first and kept going, slowly building her sucking and alternating with the licking from the base of her tongue while flicking the nipple. The play had Helene moaning, "mmmm."

Helene turned a little to see, what was Ernst up to? Still, in his pajamas, he had turned towards Helene and was staring at this erotic lesbian act on his bed. Without saying anything, Helene, pushed her hips back a little towards Ernst, giving him a go-ahead.

As fast as he could, Ernst shed his lower, kicking it half the way, after having pushed it by his hand somewhat. As soon as his dick was free, already hard, he moved ahead and lodged it into Helene's crack.

Helene whimpered her approval.

Ernst started adjusting and raised himself to find the angle. Helene lifted her right thigh to offer him space. In two small shoves, he was entering Helene. She whimpered again, feeling horny. Another couple of shoves and he was deep inside her.

To get himself aligned properly, he had moved closer to Helene near her butt; His right leg touched Sara's left, which had crossed over from between Helene's thighs. Sara recognized the third person but paid no heed.

Ernst started fucking his wife, in brief pushes and pulls. He wanted to last as long as God would let him. He slowed himself and forced himself to think of anything other than the threesome he was in, something he had long fantasized. In passion, he moved forward, and his chest touched Helene, on her back, locking Sara's hand between them. His push and pull became more urgent.

Ernst started breathing from his nose as if holding back words in his mouth, grinding his teeth.

Sara and Helene were at level with their pace. Helene let him have this. Sara pulled her hand from between Helene's back and Ernst's chest. She pulled her hand out and threw it all the way behind Ernst. She pressed deeper into Helene's chest and held Ernst from near his wings on his back.

The fact that a second woman was pulling him into a threesome with his cock deep inside his wife was too much for Ernst to handle. He grunted and started spewing his semen into Helene.

He stayed stuck to his wife and Sara's hand behind him. His hand, which until now was still behind Helene found its way in front of her. He snaked his hands from between Helene's breasts, and he pushed his hand up next to his wife's cheek, cupping her chin. Sara was on the lower breast, sucking hard.

His grunts, "aaagh", and his spurts inside her did it for Helene as well. It was overwhelming for Helene to have her husband fuck her, while Sara was sucking on her nipple.

She whimpered a sweet climax and shuddered, right after Ernst finished inside her.

Even while his dick had softened and slipped out of Helene, he kept shoving slowly into Helene long after he had finished cumming as if dry humping. Hoping against hope to stay hard, and stay inside his wife. But laws of nature overtook, and his dick went soft in the minutes that followed.

They stayed joint, for a while longer, when Helene playfully folded her leg back at Ernst and asked him, "Errrnnnst." The message within her tone was, 'go away, Ernst.'

Reluctantly, Ernst pulled back, and while withdrawing his hand back, he dragged it over Helene's breast and pinched her nipple on retreat. Helene responded in an "mmmMMM" reprimanding him silently.

Sara did not leave Helene's nipple the whole night and stayed buried in Helene's breast until the next morning. Throughout the night, no matter how many times, they woke up, either she would pull the nipple back in her mouth, pulling Helene back into her, or Helene would push it back in between her lips, pulling Sara into her chest.

Early in the morning, well before 6, Ernst had found his energy back and found his place on the back of Helene. He wanted another shot, but Helene woke up and glared at him.

She did not want to disturb the play-toy in her arms. Under no circumstance was she letting him wake her up. She just shooed him away, with her eyes.

As he acquiesced to her command, Helene turned around again, cupping her breast and pushing it back into Sara's mouth. There was sufficient light in the room, given the slightly open curtains, but both of them rested until long after Ernst had gone.

When Sara came to, Helene was already up for a while. She just kept looking down lovingly towards Sara, stuck to her breast, as a child would. The feeling inside Helene's gut for Sara was that of overwhelming love and desire.

Sara saw Helene looking down toward her face, and rose up to say, "good morning, Helene."

Helene replied with a "good morning, my love." and dropped her head to kiss Sara.

They kissed like lovers and stayed lazing in the bed for a long time.

An hour or so later, Ernst came to bedroom with a large tray.

"good morning, Sara." and then he turned towards Helene, "good morning, darling."

Only Sara responded, "g'morning Ernst." and Helene nodded with her head up as if asking, "why are you still here?"

Ernst smiled. "breakfast and juice, for both of you."

Both Sara and Helene were half up on the bed, with their breasts hanging out from the top of the covers. Sara pulled up the covers slightly to cover her breasts and as a result, also got the cover on Helene's.

Ernst, ever a smart man, knew he was unwelcome and offered. "I better be going. I have an early day. I will see you both later in the afternoon."

Helene nodded, happy that he was leaving. Sara was polite and said, "sure."

They ate breakfast in bed and drank up some juice.

They did not want to get out of bed and kept talking about some mundane stuff that sounded poetic to each other.

An hour later, they found themselves in the shower. Again, they cleaned up each inch of the other with their hand and soaped every nook in their bodies.

Sara wore a small dress that reached her thighs. She had on a summer dress that would be perfect for a Californian summer and good enough for a sunny afternoon in North Rhine.

Helene wore a tennis dress that did not fully cover her butt. Of course, neither wore anything underneath.

They decided to go into the gardens and do a small picnic there.

Late in the afternoon, they made sandwiches and iced tea in a flask. With a basket in Helene's hand and blanket under Sara's arm, they strolled the large attached garden of the house.

During their outdoor sex experimentation, Helene and Ernst had picked a couple of shaded, and secluded enough, areas, to make love. Helene guided the garden tour in a manner that they landed at a spot best suitable for the picnic. The far-out view was good from this slightly raised spot and yet was under a shade of dense trees.

They lazed in the garden under the trees. Every few minutes, a leaf or a flower would fall on them or next to them. A warm summer sun shined near them, while their shade made the slight breeze very comfortable. They were neither too hot nor cold.

"You know this is the spot, where Ernst and I have made love, many times," Helene informed Sara as if this were a routine chat amongst them.

Sara chuckled at this piece of information. "it does seem like a great spot."

"Yep, it does have a good view," Helene replied looking only towards Sara.

They chatted about their husbands; Sara told her about her divorce, which had got finalized the previous year. Helene assumed Adam was her new partner. Sara did not offer any further detail, and Helene did not ask.

Sara did however tell her about her life back at home in Bombay and her publishing business she and her ex-husband had built. While parting from him, she had sold out her half to her ex-husband and had moved to Los Angeles. That had worked out well. She told Helene about her book store she was running along with Adam's help, whenever he was free, and some staff. She had again dabbled into some publishing project, but it was quite different.

Helene told Sara about her law practice and their life back in Hamburg. Their son, Peter, whom she loved more than anything. His growing up years in this very garden and this home.

Helene kept talking while she lay on Sara's stretched arm, both looking up at the clear blue sky, from under the shade.

A slightly longer interruption in their chat prompted them to turn towards one another to check. Facing each other was better than looking up into the sky, and their lips met automatically. They kissed and kissed until their bodies wanted more.

Helene took the lead and started going down Sara's neck. She intended to peel the dress off from Sara. The elastic band on top of Sara's dress allowed it to go down from the breasts. Helene released Sara's breasts and started sucking on one. She ardently kissed every inch of the mammary before centering her aim on the nipple and then going after it with enthusiasm.

A few weeks back, it would be not imaginable for Helene to get physical with another woman sexually, and now, she couldn't get enough of this sex goddess.

It took a great many minutes for Helene to get satisfied with her work on Sara's breast. Then she switched to the other and restarted the licking, the kissing and sucking with as much zest as she had with the first. Sara arched back, relaxed, and played into Helene's hair and let her have her fun.

Helene moved lower while remaining angled outside Sara. Helene kissed Sara's tummy, through the dress and reached the skin where the dress ended. Her dress had climbed up considerably. On top of her mound, Helene again felt Sara's baby-like skin and rubbed her nose on the skin to feel its smoothness.

Helene turned her cheek to rub it on Sara's mound and moaned in pleasure, "mmm."

With nothing underneath their dresses, Helene had clear access to Sara's quim, and she was grateful for their decision. Having lost Helene's head to pet, Sara moved her hand sideways to find Sara's butt - to caress and to hold.

Helene was going to go down on Sara but did not feel like losing Sara's hands from her butt, so she descended on Sara's pussy from above, instead of getting between Sara's legs for entry. It brought their bodies closer but it placed them in opposite directions.

Sara went on her back completely, pulling Helene on top of her. It took a couple of moves to have Helene ride Sara on the face while she remained focused on Sara's pussy. They were both looking into each other's pussy, inches ahead of their mouths. Sara held both of Helene's ass cheeks in a wide open-hand grip. She started pulling Helene into her mouth. Not wanting to lose out, Helene quickly dove and touched down on Sara's pussy first with a full mouth open kiss. Her hands went under Sara's thighs to grip and hold tight.

With their bodies pasted from neck to their mounds, Sara moved her head up a couple of inches to take Helene's pussy in her mouth, exactly as Helene had done on her.

When Sara made contact, Helene left Sara's pussy and lifted her head to moan, "Mmmmm."

Every time Sara licked her pussy, Helene would go crazy. She had been licked quite many times by Ernst, but on every occasion Sara went down on her, Helene felt it would drive her over the cliff. The fact that a woman was licking her pussy was beyond her imagination. It was an other-worldly feeling.

Helene went back into Sara's pussy and kissed it again, and restarted where she had left. She gave one long lick on Sara's pussy top to bottom and licked its full length from the base of her tongue. Sara quivered below her.

Sara was giving her slow and small licks in the center of the pussy, clearing the juices coming out of Helene. When a decent amount of the pussy was clean, Sara went deeper into Helene's pussy shoving her tongue as she went in, and her full face making contact with Helene's butt. With her mouth full, Helene gave a muffled moan again, "mmm."

Helene's mouth had Sara's pussy lips in them. She was sucking the lips and taking the time to kiss them proper. She was performing her first sixty-nine position with a woman; she had only heard about it and seen it in pictures up until now. How cool was that? She willed herself to slow down and tried to soak-in the moment. She was in heaven.

Helene swore that this is going to be one of her favorite positions from now on. She kissed the top end of Sara's pussy and lined her nose on the pussy lips. She started going in and pushed her nose inside Sara's pussy. The aroma, the smell, and the feel were too much for her. While keeping her nose inside Sara, she moved her nose in an up and down motion a few times and stayed there. She was breathing from her mouth. She pulled her mouth away and thought to herself - breathing was no fun; she took a long breath and planted her lips back on top of the pussy and pushed her nose deeper once more, holding her breath for as long as she could. She did this over and over. On one such dive, she let the air from lungs come out while her nose was inside Sara's pussy. Sara felt a warm gust of breath inside her pussy and moaned. Helene played with Sara's pussy to her heart's content.

Sara was in an ecstasy of this small penetration-move Helene was playing. On her part, she had closed her lips on Helene's clitoris and was pulling on the nub. The lips weren't moving forcefully enough to get Helene over the edge but were stimulating enough to keep her on the edge of her release. She was waiting for her own climax to build and wanted to experience them orgasming together. Sara was letting Helene have her fun with her pussy and waited for Helene to go in with the tongue and get her off.

Instinctively, Helene upped her game and went inside her pussy deeper, avoiding the clitoris. She already had Sara quivering below her, and she herself was buzzing and did not know how long she could hold back. Licking the insides of her pussy, Helene tasted the juices on Sara - as fresh as it was being generated. She could not believe the taste was so powerful for her that she felt intoxicated. She tried to eat it all, she tried to drink it all - the more she increased the tempo, the more juices came out.

Sara, on the other hand, could not hold it any longer and was soon going to go over the top. She changed her action on Helene's clit and increased the flicking, licking, and pulling. Helene was in heaven, and she started cumming in a full body orgasm. She was shaking and shuddering and quaking on top of Sara.

Helene was giving a muffled shout, "mmmmmuuuuunngghh."

Sara held on to Helene's ass cheeks and pulled with force, and she did not let go of Helene's clitoris.

Even while spasming, Helene was resolute in her task in Sara's pussy and ground her lips and tongue heavily into Sara's pussy. Her quivering added to Sara's pleasures as she shuddered to an orgasm of her own, and her natural reaction was to push her butt up so she could get Helene deeper into her pussy.

Sara orgasmed with a loud muffled moan, "mmaaaagh." Her focus was on Helene and trying to control the rapidly shaking body on top of her. Sara was holding her bum tight with both her hands, never slowing the tongue action.

Both friends stayed like that long after they had settled down. Helene was limp on top of Sara and her full body weight crushing Sara underneath her. There was no power in her knees and arms to keep her weight off from Sara. When she tried to slip off from Sara, trying to be considerate for her lover below her, Sara did not let her move, holding her on top. Eventually, Helene made them turn slowly, in a manner that kept their lips pasted into each other's pussies and they were side-to-side. Each used the lower thigh of the other as a pillow, while their other thigh locked their lover's head in place.

They lay like that for a long time, luxuriously licking each other again. Without any rush, got a few climaxes out of each other before giving up their prized possessions.

Later in the evening, Helene called Ernst again to remind him to bring dinner because they had not bothered to cook anything for supper.

Ernst laughed on the other end of the phone, "sure, darling."

The evening was spent in the sitting room, on the first floor and they enjoyed Italian dinner along with some wine.

Ernst withdrew to his room, and the girls laid back in each other's arms on the sofa, just hugging. After an hour of necking and kissing, they were tempted enough to sleep on the large sofa, but Helene pulled them up and held Sara's hand to their bedroom. There was no question of Sara going into the other direction towards Peter's room.

Before climbing the bed, both shed their nighties, and Sara followed Helene.

Helene did not bother turning towards Ernst and kept facing Sara who rested her head on Helene's stretched arm. As Sara lay on her back, Helene's right hand was free to roam around Sara's breasts, and her hand traveled up to Sara's face. Helene lined Sara's face with her fingers and touched her lightly on every part of her head and face, from her hair to forehead; from her eyes to her chin; from her cheeks to her lips. When Helene's fingers reached the lips, Sara opened them enough for the fingers to slip in. Helene felt very sexy trying to explore her mouth from inside, and turned her fingers in every corner and stopped when Sara held her on top of the tongue and started sucking and licking the two fingers inside her mouth.

Helene went mad with desire and forgot that Ernst was pawing her ass. She moved her head forward and removed her fingers from Sara's mouth to replace it with her own tongue. As she was bent forward on Sara, her ass naturally turned up slightly. Ernst mistook it as a welcome signal. He entered her from behind into the wet pussy with slow shoves. Helene was in heat and moaned in Sara's mouth informing her of the intrusion, "mmmuuuaah."

The jerks were apparent, and when Ernst increased the tempo, it became difficult for Helene to stay in Sara's mouth. Both held their cheeks together while Helene's hand and arm held Sara's head pulled into her face.

Sara's right hand was stuck between their bodies. She dug her elbow into the mattress to turn. She turned even with Helene resisting the move. When Sara was able to turn sideways, facing Helene, they kissed again. Helene was thankful for Sara's turn; She held Helene's head in both her hands and kissed her forcefully trying to steady a moving Helene because of Ernst fucking her from behind.

To increase Helene's pleasure, Sara's left hand moved inward from near her ears to near her lips. Her finger joined the tongue inside Helene's mouth giving her the same experience Helene had given a few moments back. The lewdness of the action took Helene over, and she started cumming.

When Ernst came, Helene was still rolling in her own climax, sucking Sara's finger and tongue, her eyes closed. The fact that Ernst's cock in her pussy was pulsing added to the sensation, and she just moaned to thank God for this life.

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Helene and Sara spent many weeks like a honeymooning couple. They lazed in bed long after Ernst served them breakfast in bed. They made love in bed in the morning after Ernst had left, showered together every day. They walked hand in hand around the house, in the garden, in the kitchen. They talked for hours non-stop and then stopped only to start kissing each other. Then they restarted talking to stop only for kissing and necking again.

They both loved exercising to stay fit, but they had not bothered with any formal way of exercising over the past few weeks.

Each afternoon, they would go to the garden and make love under the trees. Every few days, they would just laze next to the pool sometimes not even bothering to jump in.

The change, if any, was in their nightly routines. Ernst would take Helene more openly every night. One day she was slumped with her back into Sara, her head resting on Sara's tits. Sara's hands holding on to each of her breasts, and lips pasted on her neck. Ernst took her from the front entering her while she lay in Sara's arms. Ernst's shoves got his face very near to where Helene and Sara's were.

On one occasion, he entered Helene while her lips were pasted in Sara's pussy. He had lifted Helene from the rear and entered her while looking straight towards Sara, who was sitting with her back resting on the sofa backrest. His wife's face hidden between Sara's thighs. His shoves into Helene pushed her deeper into Sara, and every jerk caused a ripple into Sara's pussy through Helene's mouth.

On another occasion, he started fucking Helene even while she lay on top of Sara with their mouth joint and their tongues dueling. He entered Helene from behind her, and the ladies jerked together with his every push into Helene.

Ernst was getting bolder and open, and Sara and Helene also got more comfortable around him. Initially, Helene was hesitant, but Sara's nonchalance ease her down somewhat.

Each morning, Ernst would attempt to take his wife again while she was cuddling with Sara. On each instance, Helene would kick or shoo him away as if he had had more than he deserved already.

Each morning, he would bring breakfast on their bed, Helene and Sara would be lying about in the naked state. Sara had long left the habit of pulling the covers over her, Helene had never bothered with it anyway. It was not as if they were strolling about naked when around him, or even otherwise around the house, but there was this comfort zone now - in which covering up was not a necessity.

One evening, the girls lay on the sofa in sixty-nine when Ernst arrived. They were both lost to the world with their mouths pasted into the other's pussy, tongues lapping calmly. The atmosphere was charged, and Ernst kept the food aside. The scene playing in front of him was very erotic, to say the least. He climbed the sofa on his knees and traveled towards Helene's butt, which had been planted on Sara's mouth from above. He came right up to Helene, and took her hips in his hands, and raised her. Helene was too lost in her dream world inside Sara's pussy to recognize there were additional hands on her back. She merely responded to the upward nudge and raised her hips. Sara's lips reluctant to leave Helene's pussy came up along with her pussy.

Only when the pussy went way above her lips' reach did Sara realize Ernst's presence. He looked down towards Sara and smiled, as she smiled back. Ernst lined his dick behind Helene outside her pussy and attempted to enter. He pulled a couple of small shoves inside to intimate Helene of penetration, who still could not understand the breach. He shoved harder and reached the hilt within two more pushes. Helene lifted her head from Sara's pussy noisily, "aaaaugh" only then acknowledging her husband.

Ernst kept fucking while on his knees, Helene's knees spread outside his. Sara's head was positioned between Ernst's knees. When he had had a few minutes of slow fucking, he increased the tempo. Suddenly, he felt Sara's hand on his cock. She held his dick from its bottom, near his balls, and squeezed. If her effort was to help him delay, it was having a contrary effect on him. He increased his piston movement even more, grunting, and was about to burst when Sara pulled him out completely. He was shocked at first and did not know how to be rude and go in again.

Helene moaned her disapproval to Ernst and shook her butt to call him in again..."mmmmm?"

Sara kept holding her fist tight on Ernst's dick on its base and continued to squeeze tighter. The pressure added with frustration got Ernst to ease off.

Sara without loosening her grip on Ernst put her left hand on Helene's head and shoved it deep back into her pussy. She ensured the pressure on Helene's head told her to keep doing what she was doing. Helene eagerly complied.