I have the permission of the other two people involved in this story to post the details here, but all names, including mine, have been changed to protect reputations.
Prior to these events, I only ever offered classes for men. I'm straight, but before I started out on my own I used to work for a chain and it got way too complicated with numerous women hitting on me. So when I set up my company I made the decision to avoid that hassle and just focus on training guys.
My set up was pretty simple, we'd do circuits in the local park, tailored to what my client wanted from their training regime. I had an agreement with a boutique hotel next to the park that my clients could then use their courtesy room to shower and change after their sessions. Of course that was factored into the cost, but my clients appreciated it as a sort of luxury extra.
One of my longest standing clients was a successful entrepreneur in his mid-forties. He worked long hours, but three times a week he set aside time with me to let off steam, while of course staving off middle-age spread.
At the end of one of our sessions one June he asked me if I would do him a favour.
"Of course Robin, how can I be of assistance?"
"Could I book a few sessions with you for my wife?" He replied.
Inwardly I winced. He'd just put me in a very tricky position.
I hoped that by being honest with him, he'd understand.
"Oh, I'm sorry Robin. I don't work with women. I've had far too many occasions where that's led to complications, particularly with the women wanting to take things further than just personal training, if you understand my meaning. I'm not suggesting that would happen with your wife of course! I know the two of you are very happily married, but if I make one exception and if that then becomes known..."
I shrugged.
I'd seen Robin's wife in numerous photos in the press when they were gracing various charity events and awards ceremonies. She was a very attractive brunette, two years younger than her husband according to reports.
"I appreciate that Stef," answered Robin, "and I really wouldn't be asking if it wasn't our last resort. Helen has her own trainer, but unfortunately she's injured and Helen has this charity marathon coming up in just over a month. She's always been impressed with the way you keep me in shape, so she asked me to ask you if you'd help her through her last bits of training, particularly boosting her stamina. But I understand if you want to stick to your principles."
My gut was in knots. I knew I should still say no, but the kicker was that it was for charity. Robin and Helen supported several very worthy causes, some close to my heart. That was what clinched it for me. I caved in and agreed, little knowing what I was letting myself in for.
"Oh, thank you so much Stefan! You can't underestimate how much this means to both of us! We really, really appreciate it! I'll give your number to Helen and she'll be in touch about times."
"Happy to help Robin."
We said our goodbyes and went out separate ways. A few hours later I received a message from Helen and we agreed some timings for a number of sessions.
A couple of days later, about an hour before our first session, I couldn't believe how nervous I felt. I knew it was silly to feel like that, not only was Helen a married woman, but she was married to one of my best clients. My nerves weren't helped though when Helen actually arrived. Her tight leggings only served to emphasise how shapely her legs and bum were. She was also wearing a loose vest top over a sports bra. Her arms were well toned and, although her top was loose, I was still aware of her pert breasts above a flat stomach.
Helen walked up to me and put out her hand, which I took and shook.
"Thank you so much for this Stefan. Robin speaks really highly of you. As I'm sure he told you, we wouldn't have asked you to do this had my regular trainer not managed to injure herself. But, needs must and we thought this would be the best way to make sure I'm in top condition for the marathon."
"All good Helen, I just hope I live up to expectations!"
"I'm sure you will Stefan, I'm sure you will. Right, shall we make a start?"
She was so business-like and, as we ran through the various drills I'd set up for her, focused on what she was doing, my nerves settled down. Once we'd finished, we headed to the hotel so she could shower. I would usually wait in reception for my clients to finish, but Helen asked me to wait outside the room door. Although we had the only key, she just wanted to make sure that none of the cleaning staff walked in on her accidentally. I was happy to accommodate her wish and stood in the corridor until she was done.
The next two sessions followed the same pattern. I was relieved that things were going so well, but then, on the fourth occasion of us working together things changed.
The actual training session took place without incident, and as I took up my station outside the hotel room I had no idea of the events that were about to transpire.
A short while after she'd entered the room Helen opened the door a short way and poked her head out. Damp hair framed her face.
"Stef, I'm really sorry to ask this, but I need a bit of help. The zip on my skirt is stuck. Can you give me a hand?"
"Er, sure."
At the back of my mind I knew I was crossing some sort of line by entering the room, and even further back I was wondering why she had only poked her head out of the door, but as our first few sessions had gone so professionally my overriding feeling was that it was a perfectly innocent request.
It became clear the moment I stepped into the room however that I'd been duped.
Helen was standing before me stark naked. Before I had time to react she'd closed the door, pinning me against it with her body. She was pressing right up against me and I could feel her erect nipples against my chest through my t-shirt. That wasn't all I could feel as her hand went to my groin.
"Woah, Helen! What are you doing?"
"I'd say that's rather obvious, isn't it?" She replied as she started to gently kiss my neck.
I was in shock. I knew I should try to push her away, but didn't want to get too physical for fear of recriminations.
"Helen, we have a professional relationship and you're a married woman. Not only that, you're married to one of my best clients. This could have all kinds of consequences!"
"What good is being married if your husband barely pays you any attention physically? I'm a woman Stefan, I have needs. There's only one consequence I'm interested in."
Her hand slipped inside my shorts and wrapped around my erect cock.
My mind was racing. This was the exact reason I never worked with women. I couldn't believe what Helen was hinting at either. All of the pictures of her and Robin in the press showed a couple very much in love. Was that just a charade? Was he really ignoring her physically? Helen was an exceptionally attractive woman, I couldn't see how any man would be able to ignore a wife like her. Certainly if I were in a relationship with her I'd... I stopped myself from going any further with that thought.
I placed my hands gently on Helen's waist to try and make her step back slightly. Her skin was warm and silky, but I tried to focus on something else.
"Helen, this isn't right."
"It certainly feels right to me." Answered Helen, her hand continuing to gently stroke my shaft. "Let's see how it looks."
With that she dropped suddenly to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she did so. My dick sprang out.
"Mmm, it looks perfect. Bigger than Robin's too!"
I'm only about 7 inches, so I briefly wondered how small Robin was for her to say that. There was also a slightly evil thought that even though he was incredibly wealthy and a genuinely nice guy, it was nice to hear not everything was perfect.
That thought was cut off though as I feel Helen's lips sliding down my rod.
"Oh Jesus! Helen! Please, let's stop this now and say no more about it. It's just wrong!"
She took her mouth from my dick but kept stroking it softly with her hand.
"This says otherwise." She replied, licking the tip, causing my cock to twitch.
"Unconscious reaction." I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my cock head.
"Unconscious or not, I know you want this as much as I do. I've already told you my husband barely touches me any more. I need this, I want you to give me what I've been missing. If that's what my husband doesn't give me, then it's not cheating, is it?"
I was about to try and answer her but it came out just as a moan as Helen took my dick all the way down her throat and pushed her nose into my pubes.
"Ohhh fuuuuuuuccckkk!!" I groaned as she flexed her throat muscles.
Helen withdrew and looked up at me, my shaft glistening with saliva in her hand.
"You like that do you?" She asked with a smile. "Robin claims not to."
"Well he's a fool!" I found myself saying.
"Good that we agree." Answered Helen before taking me deep into her throat again.
She was giving me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever received. I couldn't believe what she'd said about Robin. With a mouth this talented at hand, I'd be wanting her to go down on me at every available opportunity. It wasn't long before she brought me to the brink of orgasm. Helen seemed to recognise and slowed down, somehow she kept me on the edge for several minutes until eventually she took me back deep into her throat. I swear I saw stars as I erupted. My first couple of spurts went straight into her stomach. She quickly pulled up to take the next few blasts into her mouth before finally pointing my cock at her tits and allowing the last few drops to coat her pert mounds.
"Thank you!" I moaned, instantly regretting such a stupid choice of words.
Helen looked up at me, swirling my cum around her mouth before swallowing.
"You're more than welcome." She replied with a smile.
She stood, gently rubbing my spunk into her tits.
"And now maybe you can really do me a favour."
I looked at her standing naked in front of me, my cum covering her chin and chest. I knew that there wouldn't be any stuck zips involved in this favour. Any lines that I'd attempted to draw in our relationship had been completely shattered, whatever she was about to ask would no doubt take us even further from them.
Helen walked slowly backwards to the bed, keeping her eyes on mine as she sat on the edge and slowly opened her legs.
"You can do something else my husband doesn't like." She put her hands between her legs and spread her labia. "You can eat my pussy."
I looked at her sitting before me. She had a neatly trimmed V of hair pointing downwards to her slit. I could see she was already pretty wet. I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes and walked over to her, dropping to my knees between her legs.
Wasting no time, I placed my mouth over her cunt and pushed my tongue as far into her moist tunnel as I could.
"Yessss!" Sighed Helen, putting her hands on my head. "Eat me Stefan, eat my pussy!"
I explored every part of her I could, alternating between tongue and fingers. After only a minute or two I heard her breathing her quicker and she gripped my hair.
"Oh God that's so good! I'm going to cum!"
I took her clit between my teeth and gave it a little nip, getting my reward almost instantly.
"Ohhhh fuuuuuuuccckkk yeeessss!!!" Squealed Helen.
I felt the bed move as she fell backwards into it.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck YES! That's it, right there!"
I kept going, licking, probing, nibbling every part of Helen's vagina. After another couple of minutes she cried out once more.
"Ohmyfuckinggod!!! I'm cumminnggg agggaaiiinnn!!!"
Her legs shook as her second orgasm hit her.
My cock was rock hard again and I stood up with it pointing towards her wet hole.
Helen looked up at me. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving as she caught her breath.
"I want you to fuck me." She panted. "But this is all about what Robin won't do, so I want you to fuck my arse."
My cock twitched at the thought I might be about to take this gorgeous woman anally.
"I've never done it before," Helen continued, "but one of my friends tells me it's her favourite way of being fucked. Robin won't even touch me there though."
"Oh fuck!" I thought. "She wants me to take her anal cherry!"
Things had already gone much further than I'd ever expected, or wanted, but this was something I'd never have believed.
"Are you sure?" I asked her.
"Totally."
"Ok, well we'll go slowly. Let me get some moisturiser that we can use as lube and we'll start with a finger, just to see how you feel."
I went to the bathroom and picked up the small bottle of moisturiser. When I came back into the room Helen was lying on all fours on the bed with her backside in the air.
"You really want to do this, don't you?" I asked as I knelt on the bed beside her.
"Definitely." She replied. "I want to experience this so much!"
I ran my hands gently over her firm cheeks.
"You've got such a nice arse Helen, it seems a shame to do this." I gave a little laugh.
Helen laughed too.
"Will you shut up and just get on with fucking it!"
"OK, OK! As I said, we'll start with fingers to let you get used to having something up there. Just try to relax, maybe play with your pussy too."
I poured a liberal amount of the moisturiser on the crack of her arse and began to rub it gently around her puckered hole. After a few moments I dribbled a little more of the liquid in her ring and slowly pushed the tip of my finger past her tight sphincter. She didn't react, so I pushed a little further.
Helen let out a little moan as my second knuckle pushed into her hole.
"Still OK?"
"Mmmhmm." Answered Helen through what I guessed were slightly gritted teeth. "I'm fine. It feels a bit odd, a bit uncomfortable, but it's OK."
I felt her move slightly and realised she was now playing with her pussy as I'd suggested earlier.
"You can carry on, it's fine."
I pushed a little deeper before beginning to slowly work my finger in and out.
"Mmmm," sighed Helen, "that feels quite nice. Odd still, but nice too."
I continued fucking her with my finger for a few moments before I pulled back until just the tip was inside her. Pouring more moisturiser on her sphincter and my finger, I then placed the tip of a second finger alongside the first. Pushing and twisting slowly I worked both digits gradually inside her. Once I reached the second knuckle again I began to slowly finger fuck her arse as before.
Helen continued to moan softly. As she didn't say anything by way of complaint I took her moans as a signal she was beginning to enjoy the experience. I gradually opened my fingers slightly, stretching her ring wider ready for my dick.
After a couple of minutes I withdrew my fingers completely. Her ring closed up quite quickly once they were removed, but I saw a tiny opening still there.
"Ready for a cock now?"
"Oh yes! Do it Stefan, take my anal virginity! Stick your lovely cock in my tight arse!"
I rubbed a good amount of moisturiser onto my pole and poured more onto her arse.
"Hold you arse open for me." I told her, taking my slick shaft in my hand.
Helen reached back and pulled her arse cheeks wide. Her sphincter opened a fraction further as she did so. I lined the head of my dick up with the small hole and pushed against it very slowly. There was an understandable amount of resistance until, after a couple of seconds, her ring opened up further and my head popped inside her.
"Oh FUCK that's bigger that I expected!" Cried Helen.
"Are you still OK? I'll just hold still for a moment, let you get used to it." I put one hand next to hers to keep her cheeks held wide. "Play with yourself again. I'll go deeper when you tell me I can."
Helen did as I said, taking her hand from her arse and slipping it between her legs.
"OK, let's try a bit more." She said softly after a minute or so.
I pushed a bit deeper adding maybe just over an inch to what was already in Helen's bunghole.
"Ooooo, woah, hold there a moment again." She groaned. "Fuck this feels weird! Good weird, but weird all the same! Give me another moment and you can start again."
I did as she asked, waiting for about a minute before I pushed forward until just over half my length was inside her. I had to use every ounce of self control I had as I went. Although I'd cum already, it was a while ago and, having eaten her to two orgasms and prepared her arse with my fingers, the tightness of her back passage was beginning to cause me issues!
Helen was moaning softly as I entered her but didn't ask me to stop so I decided to move to the next level. There were still a couple of inches of my shaft still to go, but I pulled back slowly before pushing back in. I began to fuck her arse steadily with about half of my cock.
"Oh Stef, that's feeling great. I love you fucking my arse. Is that all of you?"
"No, it's only about half."
"You can go deeper if you want. I'm really getting used to you being up there. And you were right, playing with my pussy has really helped. In fact, I think I'm going to cum soon. Fuck my arse Stefan, I want to cum while you're buggering me!"
I picked up pace slightly, but was still going quite slowly, making sure that as I went gradually deeper with every stroke she was able to accommodate me. Eventually I had my full length buried up in her bowels. I managed a couple of thrusts like this before Helen cried out.
"Fuck I'm cummmmiiiinnnngggg!" She screamed. "I'm cumming with a cock up my arse and I love it! Fuck me Stefan! Fuck my arse!"
Her cumming was too much for me though. I could only manage two more thrusts before I came. My spunk erupted deep inside her anal canal. It felt to me like a bigger load than I'd shot following her blow job.
We collapsed onto the bed and I withdrew my deflating cock from her arse. I was able to catch a glimpse of her sphincter closing up before Helen rolled over to look at me.
"Thank you!" She said, giving me an unexpected kiss on the lips. "I didn't know what to expect, but it was even better than I'd hoped! Thank you for taking my anal virginity Stefan. We're definitely doing that again!"
She smiled and climbed off the bed.
"And now, I suppose I should have another quick shower and head to work."
She walked to the bathroom and I admired her toned body as she did so. I lay back on the bed, pensive. I'd crossed so many lines in the past hour or was untrue. I'd broken my own code, I'd fucked the wife of one of my main clients, but I also knew Helen was right, we were going to do it again.
Sure enough on each of the remaining occasions we met up we'd have two sessions, the outdoor training and the indoor fucking. Helen was true to her word, it was only ever oral and anal, the things she said Robin was never interested in. She still claimed he also barely touched her pussy, but that she wanted to keep something exclusively for her husband. I was slightly disappointed that I only ever got to lick her sweet cunt and that my cock never got to experience that velvet tunnel, but her oral skills were incredible and her arse was still so tight I couldn't complain.
My time with Helen finished a fortnight before her run. I still had my regular training sessions with Robin however. As far as I could tell he was totally in the dark about his wife and me. A couple of days before the marathon Robin and I were finishing off when he turned to me.
"Stef, can I ask you something?"
"Oh shit," I thought, "this is it. He knows, he's going to confront me about fucking his wife."
"Of course Robin." I answered.
"Helen and I are having a little get together the day after her marathon. Just a few of her key supporters, people from the charity, that kind of thing. As you were a key part of her efforts, I was wondering if you'd like to join us?"
"That's very kind Robin, very kind of you both. But I was only really a small part of things really."
"Nonsense! Helen spoke glowingly of your sessions. She always seemed so relaxed and upbeat when I saw her following her times with you. Although I have to admit I was a bit worried you were working her too hard at first, she seemed to be walking a bit stiffly after your first couple of sessions. In fact, she insisted I ask you to come. It would make her really happy to see you there I'm sure."
My stomach clenched at the 'walking stiffly' comment. That was either a subtle hint that he knew something, or he really was oblivious. I could well imagine Helen had insisted he asked me to come. She'd probably have laughed at the thought of her husband inviting the guy who had taken her anal virginity to their house!
"Well, if you're sure?"
I was trying to stall for time, but I really couldn't think of a way to get out of it.
"Absolutely. We'd both love to have you there. It would be great to actually see you outside of our trainer client relationship."
I couldn't stall any more, so gave in.
"In that case, it would be my pleasure."
"Excellent! I'll text you the details later. Helen will be over the moon. I swear she's been missing her sessions with you these last couple of weeks, even though she knew it was a short term solution."
My stomach knotted again.
"Well she was a very conscientious client." I replied. "She knew what she needed and worked hard at it. I'm sure she'll see the results in the marathon and with her regular trainer afterwards."
"Oh she knows that, I just think she feels she didn't really get a chance to thank you properly for everything."
"Thanks aren't really necessary, I was just doing my job. But I'm very happy to join you, I do enjoy a good party."
We went our separate ways, my mind spinning at the thought of being around Helen in the same place as her husband. I was pretty sure that Helen wouldn't be crazy enough to try anything at the party, but there was a niggle at the back of my mind that she actually would. My thoughts went back to the first time we'd fucked and the way she was almost aggressive in the way she approached things. I shook my head.
"No." I told myself. "It'll be too public, they'll have friends and supporters around. She's got a reputation, a public image, to uphold. It'll be a few drinks and home, nothing else."
The next morning I got a message from Robin telling me to be at their house on Sunday at 4pm, giving me the address and a few directions. I decided to book myself a taxi, I'm not a big drinker, but figured this was meant to be a celebration, so better safe than sorry and avoiding driving would be for the best.
Sunday arrived and the weather was glorious. I'd heard from Robin the day before that Helen had completed the marathon in about 4 hours, which was quicker than she'd hoped for, so they were both really keen to thank me for my part in helping her achieve that. I arrived at their house around 4.30, fashionably late I hoped. Robin and Helen had a huge house out in the suburbs. There was a sign on the front door directing visitors to head around to the back garden. I followed the path around the side of the house until an enormous garden opened up before me. There was a big barbecue being tended to by what looked to be catering staff. There was also a bar set up on one side of the extensive patio. I could see a pool and tennis court as well as a large expanse of lawn with well established flower beds. Everything you'd expect for people of their status.
Fortunately there were already quite a few people there, which was exactly what I'd hoped for turning up at the time I had. The last thing I'd wanted was to have any awkward situations where it would have been just me, Robin and Helen.
Helen was centre of attention. She was in the middle of a small group of people, out of which Robin emerged.
"Stef!" He said, walking towards me. "You made it! Great, let's get you a drink and introduce you to people."
He led me to the bar, talking as we walked.
"Helen's been taking everyone through yesterday already. And she's been talking you up too. You're probably going to end up with several potential clients after today!"
"As long as they're male Robin, then I'll take anyone who's willing! Helen really was an exception." I replied as we got drinks.
I helped Robin carry several drinks over to the group.
"Stefan!" Exclaimed Helen as we approached.
She was wearing a short skirt that just reached mid-thigh, a vest top and, understandably, very comfortable looking trainers. Helen allowed me to pass the drinks round before wrapping one arm around me and giving me a peck on the cheek.
"Everyone, this is the man I was telling you about. If it wasn't for Stefan and Jen I wouldn't even have got round the course at all, let alone in such a great time!"
Everyone laughed, we all knew Helen was fit enough, and driven enough, to have achieved her aim of running the marathon. Sure, it would have taken longer, but there was no doubt she would have done it.
I looked over to the woman she had introduced as Jen. I'd assumed this was Helen's normal personal trainer and sure enough my eyes took in a petite redhead with the toned physique of someone working in fitness. I also noticed the medical boot she was wearing on her left foot, the reason I had ended up in this situation. Jen smiled at me, glanced down at her leg and shrugged.
Helen finished her story and the group started to break up slowly. Robin introduced me to a couple of guys from one of the charities who were interested in some training sessions. Over the next couple of hours I spoke to quite a lot of people. I had a good conversation with Jen, she told me about her injury, her family and we exchanged anecdotes about how we'd got into the industry and some of the things we'd experienced.
Eventually I had to make my way to the toilet. When I came out I almost walked straight into Helen. In a flash of déjà vu I found myself pinned against the wall with her hand on my cock.
"I've really missed you." She whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "I've got an itch that only you can scratch."
"Helen, please!" I put my hands gently on her waist. "It was bad enough before, but your husband is actually just outside! Not only that, but so are your guests!"
"I don't care Stefan. I want you, and I want you now. Come with me into the garage."
"Helen, please!"
"Stef, if you don't follow me then I'm going to drop to my knees and suck your dick right here. All of those new clients you've just got would quickly disappear if any of them saw you here with your cock in my throat."
"What about you though Helen, what would they think about you?"
"It's amazing how a bit of money in the right places can provoke amnesia Stef."
She had me cornered, I knew it and she knew it. Her hand had been softly stroking my shaft while we'd been speaking and it was rock hard. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded.
She led me down the corridor a short way and through another door. The garage was, unsurprisingly, huge. There were two BMWs and a Ferrari parked inside, plus a workbench with more tools than I'd ever seen, a large chest freezer and several other bits and pieces.
Helen walked straight over to the freezer, bent over it and flipped her skirt up. To my amazement she wasn't wearing any knickers. I wondered briefly if she'd been commando all along.
"We can't be too long, so stick that beautiful cock up my arse right now!"
Standing behind her, looking at her arse pointing right at me, all thought of the party disappeared from my mind. I stripped off my trousers and underwear and walked over to her. Taking my shaft in my hand I pushed against her sphincter until it opened up for me.
"Oooo shiitt!" Groaned Helen. "Maybe we should have taken a moment to lube up! Keep going though, I love the feel of your cock up my arse!"
I spat on my shaft to add a bit of slickness and kept pushing until I was fully embedded in Helen's backside. I slipped my hands under her top and began to squeeze her tits as I fucked her.
"Yes Stef! Oh God I forgot just how good this felt! Fuck me! Fuck my arse!"
I shifted one hand between her legs and began to rub her clit, my other hand continued to grope her breast as I drilled her bunghole.
"Oh fuck YES! I'm going to cum already. Fuck me Stef! Make me cum while your cock is up my arse!! Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh yeeeesss!!!"
I felt Helen's body shake and her juices coated my fingers as her orgasm hit.
"Let me sit on your dick." She panted.
I pulled out of her tight hole. I'd noticed a chair by the workbench which I walked over to. Sitting on it my shaft was sticking upright as Helen joined me. She turned her back to me and lowered herself onto me. I returned my hands to her tits and clit as she began to bounce on my cock.
We'd been going like this for a couple of minutes when I suddenly heard Robin's voice.
"What the?!"
I froze, but Helen kept up her motions.
"Don't stop Stef, keep fucking my arse. That's right Robin, Stefan has his cock up my bum. And I love it! Now are you just going to just stand there like a fool, or are you finally going to fulfill your husbandly duties as fuck me as well?"
I felt her lift her skirt up, showing her husband my shaft in her rear end and my fingers in her clit. There was a moment of silence before I heard Robin put down whatever he'd been carrying and walk over to us. Seconds later Helen's arse gripped me tighter as Robin slid his cock into her pussy.
"Oh my God! Two cocks! My first ever DP! Fuck this feels incredible! I love it! You love it too, don't you hubby dearest? I've never seen you so turned on! You love seeing your wife being a slut, don't you? Taking another man's dick up her arse, the hole you never wanted to touch!"
"Yes!" Groaned Robin. "Yes to all of it!"
We fucked her in unison for a few minutes before I could hold back no longer. I thrust upwards and shot my load deep inside Helen's canal.
"He's cumming Robin! Can you feel it? Stefan's shooting his spunk up my arse!"
"Yes, I can feel it. I can feel his cock filling your slutty arse with his cum!"
My dick began to deflate.
"Get off him." I heard Robin say.
Helen did so.
"Stef, you can go now, Helen and I will be out shortly."
As I climbed out of the chair Robin turned back to his wife.
"Bend over!" He instructed.
Helen's eyes were ablaze as she leant over the workbench. I was expecting Robin to plunged his shaft into her arse, however to my surprise he knelt behind her and stuck his tongue up there instead!
"Oooo!" Squealed Helen. "You kinky fucker! Mmmmm, stick your tongue right inside me!"
I pulled on my clothes and made my way back into the garden. A couple of people asked if I'd seen them as Helen in particular had been away for at least quarter of an hour with me. I made some excuses, but fortunately no-one asked too many questions.
Shortly after Robin came back into the garden carrying a couple of buckets of ice, which must have been why he'd entered the garage in the first place.
Helen returned a couple of minutes later. She made her way around her guests, chatting with everyone briefly before she reached me. I happened to be alone at that point and she leaned in close to me.
"Robin sucked all of your cum from my arse before depositing his own in my pussy. That's still there, I hope it doesn't start to seep out, as you know, I'm not wearing any knickers. I think we've triggered something in him. He's told me that he still won't fuck my arse, but he loved fucking me while you were and loved cleaning me out after you'd cum. Seems my arse is yours Stefan, if you don't mind sharing me?"
"Err, I'm not quite sure what to say?" I replied.
"Surely it's a no brainer. What we're saying is, we want to schedule a few more sessions per week with you. But these won't be training session, they'll be sex sessions. You get to keep fucking my arse, you keep your best client and I finally end up satisfied!"
I noticed a few people coming over to join us. Helen was right, it was a win-win.
"You've got a very odd deal!" I answered, just before the others arrived.
Helen just smiled before turning back into the hostess.
Since then we've had twice weekly threesomes. I don't really get Robin's obsession with eating my spunk out of Helen's backside, but I don't have to really. I just have to fuck her and cum inside her, and that I can definitely live with!
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