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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Helping a married woman.
Recap. Phil & Helene met on a ferry, hence the title. They now live together in an Open relationship, both having other partners. This part can be read on its own but it may be better to read the other parts first.
After returning home from my night away with Jo, Helene and I had a welcome home fuck, and I told her all about Jo and the fact that she seemed like a changed woman when I left her.
In the middle of the next week, Helene disappeared off to Serena’s one evening, getting back about 8.30 pm.
“Do you want to see the next stage,” Helene said.
“Yes of course.”
Helene sat down and raised her skirt to reveal two more hoops in her left labia. I nodded in approval.
“Nice. I can guess where the next ones will go.” I said.
“Haha, so you guess there will be more then?”
“Of course there will be. I’m clever like that.”
“That’s why I love you, Phil.”
So it meant that sex was rationed again.
The next afternoon I got a text from Helene just before five saying she would see me at home later. There was no mention as to why she would be late.
She eventually got home around 8 pm.
“Good timing,” I said, “dinner is almost ready.”
Helene had one of her cheeky smiles on, but that wasn’t unusual and didn’t necessarily mean anything.
Once we had sat down to eat, she spoke.
“So do you want to know why I was late home?”
“Yes, if I am allowed to hear,” I replied.
“Yes you are, and its good news, well potentially good news for you.”
“You better continue then.”
Helene went on to tell me that not long before five she decided to go to the Ladies room at work. When she got there, she could hear a woman crying in one of the cubicles so she knocked on the door to ask if everything was okay and if she could help.
After a while, the woman came out and was very upset. She told Helene that she didn't want to go home. Helene persuaded the woman to go with her to a pub round the corner as soon as work finished. They both went back to their desks and met in reception five minutes later. By that time the woman seemed a little calmer but still upset.
The woman was Carolyn and worked on a different floor to Helene, and they had seen each other about but didn't know each other.
Carolyn confessed to Helene that she was in a loveless marriage, husband always away on business or working late if he was home and never paid her any attention. She was 45, they had a son who was at Uni., so she was on her own mostly, and she had just got fed up with her life. She couldn’t afford to get divorced not living in London, and she did enjoy a luxury lifestyle that ideally she didn’t want to give up.
Helene questioned her about the lack of “attention”, and it transpired that she meant she would like to go out sometimes as a couple to be wined and dined, complimented and yes she admitted that she would want sex sometimes.
“Have you thought about having an affair?” Helene asked her.
“Yes and no. Yes, the sex would be fun, but I'm not sure I could have an affair.”
“Why not?” Helene went on “Many people do, and it needn’t lead to a marriage break up. Just have sex for fun, no commitment.”
“It sounds good, but not sure I could do it and anyway, who would want me?”
“Carolyn you are an attractive woman, many men would want you.”
“You're just being kind.”
“No, I'm not. If you dressed for a night on the town, tidied those tears up and your make up, put on a nice fragrance and smiled, then loads of men would want you.”
“Thank you, Helene, I appreciate that especially coming from such a beautiful woman as you.”
“If you like I could help you find someone, set you up on a dating site or take you out or introduce you to some nice men, or you could use an Escort service!”
“I couldn’t go on a dating site. I wouldn’t want to be recognised, and I certainly don’t want to pay for it.”
“You don’t have to show your face. There are sites just for people who want affairs.”
“Yes, I have heard. But it’s just the thought of meeting just for sex, not sure I could.”
“When you were younger didn’t you meet boys just for fondling or even sex, not expecting a relationship out if it, or knowing that’s all the boy wanted from the date.”
“Yes, I guess so. But I'm older now.”
“You need to live a bit Carolyn, and do you want the next thirty years to be like this?”
“No certainly not.”
“Well then?”
“I would prefer it if you could introduce me to someone then at least I know they are decent rather than a random pick up.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
“Will I be able to back out if I change my mind.”
“Of course you can. No means no and all that.”
“Okay. So how does this work?”
“I haven’t done this before, so bear with me, but I do know someone who might be ideal for you.”
“Tell me more.” Carolyn brightens up.
“No, no not at this stage. I need to know if he would like to meet you and then its best I think for it to be a meeting so I can introduce him to you and then leave you to it.”
“I'm nervous already!” Carolyn smiled for the first time.
They both finished their drinks, swapped numbers and then went to their respective homes.
“So what do you think Phil? Would you like to meet her?”
“Interesting proposition. Tell me more about her?”
“Well she is shorter than me, fair hair which is short, probably coloured, dresses very conservatively, only ever seen her in trousers and high necked blouses and fairly flat shoes, but she is attractive facially, tanned, she just needs a good fuck!”
“Okay, I’ll meet her. How do you suggest we do this?”
“I will get her to the pub tomorrow straight from work. You get there when you can but stay at the bar so you can give her the once over, and I can check she is still up for it. If she is and you are, then I will introduce you, and we will see how it goes.”
“What about the fact that we are together?”
“We won't mention it. She will be having an affair, so the fact that you are shouldn’t surprise her, and we won't mention “us” unless we have to, but as you have said in the past, we won't lie to her. She trusts me, so I don't want to affect that, I do care about her and want to help.”
“Okay, sounds good to me. Where do I take her if she wants to be with me?”
“Bring her here, and I will go to Lisa’s.”
So it was all sorted.
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