Suzanne Mellows - The sex experiment

Adam returned to the apartment not knowing quite what to expect. He brought flowers and a Cue magazine, thinking that he and Helen might want to go out later that evening. He entered without bothering to disguise his sounds. Moments later, he stood in the doorway of the bedroom where the two women had retired. What he saw aroused in him a multitude of emotions, none of which he could single out as his true comprehension of what he was taking in.

In the darkened bedroom where a short while before Adam and Helen had fallen in love again, or perhaps for the first time, Helen groaned and bit her lips. The softness of the prostitute's touch was strange to her. It brought back all the feathery delights that she had ever known in her life, and after all the rough tortures her body had recently known, after all the indifferent caresses, she was profoundly shocked to find that the prostitute's fingers knew her body as well as she herself. The sensual contact with the other women who had done Helen the supreme honor of talking off her black wig and revealing the true chestnut color of her straight hair, was reaching her on some other level of consciousness, a level that spoke volumes about pain and loneliness and at the same time was a thoroughly potent and forceful erotic experience.

The prostitute's naked breasts pressed against hers while Hannah's fingers swirled insistently around up inside of Helen's wetly willing cunt. Comfort and warmth, mother-love was hers again, but pure in its sexuality. Even though the two women were simultaneously aware that Adam was watching, they were not self-conscious, and Helen was proud that she could show Hannah how naturally she could comprehend the perversity of their act.

Moaning softly to herself, Hannah rubbed her dark hair-fringed vaginal mound down against Helen's quivering cunt, feeling the privileged wife writhing sensuously beneath her, her legs straining apart. Their respective roles disappeared. They were both whores and they were both wives; they were women.

Helen's vision of herself was enhanced as her desire heightened. She learned untold things that masturbation, for example, had failed to show her about herself. She moaned as Hannah's caresses increased, fingers slipping in and out of Helen's lust-aroused cunt as though the prostitute were possessed by a demon, the same demon that Helen knew so well. The prostitute's shapely body with soft, silky flesh blended against hers as the wetly heated pussy moved over and around, wriggling on top of her abdomen and stimulating her tiny clitoris.

Helen moaned over and over again, her steaming vaginal furrow one big crevice of desire as she strained against the heated friction that rose between them. Helen's softly quivering buttocks tightened and grew tighter still as she heard Hannah's soft whispers into her ear. "Whore, cunt! Bitch!" she cried, "Cum! Cum for me!"

Hannah's pale breasts pressed and rolled against the larger breasts of the scientist's wife, causing Helen's passion to mount. Hannah's knowledgeable finger slithered upward into the blonde's tightly clenching pussy, feeling not like a man's penis, but something more flexible that could give her more individual attention. An exquisite floating sensation of pleasure pervaded her nakedly twisting body as she sank deeper and deeper into a lustfully provoked swoon. Opening her eyes, she could see Adam standing nearby, an expression of tortured jealousy on his features.

Don't be jealous, she thought. It's something completely different. There's no relationship at all!

And then the highly aroused prostitute above Helen closed her lips down on hers, her arms enfolding the housewife and pulling her closer against the rising pressure in her naked loins. There was no shame, only the precious body of another woman near hers, molding with hers and making her start to cum.

"Yes, yes, Hannah!" she called out. Gravity was letting her go, flinging her into space, and there was nothingness around her, and yet she felt the other woman nearby, imparting a mysterious gift, cumming in fact along with her. Their two wildly throbbing cunts quivered and quaked together as their naked bodies writhed and twisted wantonly together, bucking and grinding insanely, climaxing at the same time.

"Ooohhhh!"

"Give it to me, baby!"

The two women's tongues mingled as though they were sisters, and Helen could feel Hannah's fingers moving slowly in ever-widening circles up within the contracting and pulsing walls of her moisture drenched pussy. To the scientist's wife, her orgasm was an admission of her frailty and an admission of her strength. She was both winning and losing.

Dawn was breaking again when Helen and Adam stood at the door saying good-bye to Hannah. She had remained with them, dining and watching television and then later, sleeping chastely in the guest room while the two lovers lovingly explored each other's bodies in their bedroom. Now it was time for her to go back out on the streets again, and both Helen and Adam seemed worried.

"Are you sure you don't want taxi money? Are you sure we shouldn't come with you?"

"New! I got money. No charge this time, folks. Maybe next time, though! Got to go see what's happening on Seventh Avenue! You got the number. Call me anytime."

"I love you," Helen said to her husband.

Adam had never been so much in love in his life. He was planning on closing down his research laboratory but on keeping the apartment as a trysting place for him and his wife. They could meet there afternoons between his classes, and occasionally spend the night there as if they were secretly carrying on an affair.

Because Adam realized that he could find out all he needed to know for his forthcoming scientific tome from his own wife, Helen.

"Let's fuck!" Helen said bluntly.

"Yes, let's," he replied sweetly and went down the hallway with her to begin the greatest research project of his life!