Uncovering Helena by Kamilla Murphy Page A

but was I meeting my wife’s needs? Then I began
thinking about the unthinkable.  If Ginnie was so cavalier in condoning
Lionel’s fooling around, maybe it was because I was the only one who didn’t
know he was doing his fooling around with Helena.
She met me as I entered the Wade’s expansive living
room.  Many of our friends were here, dressed elegantly for the holiday
and conversing in small groups, yet all I saw was Helena.  Her cocktail
dress was mostly white with some splashes of navy blue as contrast.  For
the gazillionth time I pondered how amazing she looked.  The dress
accentuated her breasts without exposing them; the high hemline accentuating
her magnificently chiseled legs and the promise of what it was to lie between them.
Before I could say anything, she said “I’m sorry honey. I
guess I’ve had a few too many drinks and lost my sense of decency there for a
moment. Lionel was being nice and I didn’t realize what he was doing until he,
you know, touched me…”
“Why didn’t you stop him?”
“Like I said, maybe I’ve had too much to drink and lost my
concentration of who was sitting next to me on the sofa, and it did feel good.
I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you tonight, okay?”
“Are you having an affair with him?” I blurted out.
I saw the hurt look in her eyes.  “You don’t believe
me?”
“Seeing a man fingering my wife in public makes it difficult
to know what to believe.”  I hadn’t realized my voice was raised until a
few folks around us stopped and stared.  Helena took me by the arm and
suggested we go home right after toasting the New Year.
Later in bed neither one of us was in the mood so there
wasn’t any making-it-up-to-me that night.
 
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Turning the calendar, our lovemaking returned to what I
thought of as normal.  I still had difficulty feeling uplifted when Helena
seemed to be extra aroused and had multiple orgasms.  Was she fantasizing
about being with someone else, like Lionel?  What made things worse was
that Helena was becoming Ginnie Wade’s best friend and spent a lot of time at
her house.  I thought of their friendship as some sort of bad influence on
Helena, and I couldn’t shake the vivid memory of Lionel Wade’s gleaming wet
fingers coming out from under my wife’s dress on New Year’s Eve.
Helena was always home from work before me, so one day in
late spring when I got home to find the house empty and she wouldn’t answer her
phone I walked down the block to the Wade’s house to see if she was
there.  Maybe I hoped to ‘catch’ her with Lionel.
Lionel surprised me by answering the door wearing only a
long-tailed dress shirt and nothing else.  His erection was hidden by the
shirt but the tent it made was quite obvious, as was the round wet spot in the
fabric where his cock-head was.
“You can see this isn’t a good time, Paul. What can I do for
you?”
Before I could ask about Helena, fearing the worst, Bethany
Moore, the eighteen-year-old daughter of a friend who lived near us came out of
what I knew to be a sun room and said, “Yeah, it’s shitty timing, Mr. Evian. I
was almost cumming.” The lithe blond was not concerned with being naked in
front of me, nor embarrassed by getting caught having sex with an older married
man.
“I’m looking for Helena,” shocked me finally said.
“Her and Ginnie went somewhere. And no, I don’t know where
though I obviously knew they’d be gone for a while.”  He looked at Bethany
and grinned while his cock slipped out from behind his shirttails.  I saw
how Bethany’s face changed when she looked at his semi-rigid manhood.
“Sorry for bothering you,” I said, “You can go back to doing
what you were doing. I’ll let myself out.”
Bethany yelped “Goodie!” as she dragged Lionel back to the
sunroom.
As I walked away from his door, I thought that at least it
wasn’t my wife in there getting it on with him.  Bethany wasn’t the
brightest bulb in the chandelier