Chapter 3
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Sara went back to LA to an anxious Adam.
Adam, amused at her prolonged stay back in Germany, asked, “Mom, hope you enjoyed your stay.”
“yes, indeed,” Sara replied, almost blushing. Trying to get herself to sound normal, “Helene and Ernst are the best friends I have met in a very long time. I just loved their home. They were very hospitable, friendly, and loving. Helene didn’t want me to come back even now.”
“mmm…hmm,” responded Adam cheekily.
Laughing Sara responded, “don’t be a brat, Adam. I came back for you and you should know better.”
They both hugged and kissed. While discussing Helene, Adam could see the glint in his mother’s eyes, and the tone changed as soon as she spoke of Helene. Adam could make out Sara had found a deeper connection with Helene than just a friendly dalliance.
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Helene morbidly obsessed over Sara’s departure. She wracked her mind, as to what had made Sara go away.
She missed her like nothing she had ever felt before. The only other feeling that came close to what she felt was, was when Peter had gone to college. At the time, she had gone into silence for a couple of weeks, before slowly Ernst worked with her and got her to come back to normal. But the emptiness she felt, this time around, was harsher.
Helene gave up on her earlier routine before she had met Sara. She did not attend the office, nor did she go out and meet friends. She stayed back at home and spent long hours in her bedroom. In between, she would go to the garden near the trees, where she had spent innumerable hours every day with Sara. She would sit under the trees, and her thoughts would linger on to remembering what she and Sara would do if they were together.
Helene spent hours deciding what to wear and then would simply sit in her undergarments or her gown, remembering how it did not matter with Sara around what they wore because they were very comfortable with each other’s bodies. They would spend hours hugging, kissing, and holding each other, each day.
In the shower, she remembered one day, how Sara had filled the bathtub with milk and made Helene bathe in milk along with her. She added some rosewater to the milk and water in the tub, and it became a wonderful perfumed milky treat. She had loved soaking in it. Helene had felt her skin feel soft until many days after that. Sara had licked her every nook and corner of her body and had licked the milk from off her body. Sara had enamored her with the therapeutic quality of their milk-bath but besides that, it was erotic as hell for Helene. They had showered after that together. Every time she entered the bath alone, she remembered their daily showers together.
Helene spent many hours of the day in the bed with her eyes closed, remembering the perfume on Sara, remembering Sara’s kisses on her body, remembering Sara licking her all over, remembering them making love. She cried for hours each day and stayed stone silent on other days.
Helene was lugubrious and felt abandoned, forlorn, and depressed. She felt sad and hopeless most of the time.
She missed their proximity and their talks. They would spend hours talking about random stuff, another set of hours talking about intimate stuff. Often cuddling, embracing, or just lying down together. Helene was in awe of Sara, not only for her beauty but also for her brains too. Helene remembered one of their conversations and smiled.
Sara, “what are the odds that I would meet a goddess on the cruise. It is like we were destined to meet.”
Helene surprised, “If anything, it is me who is lucky to have met you.” returning the compliment to Sara.
Sara smiled and lightly trailed her hand across Helene’s face, “you know we almost didn’t make it to the cruise. Come to think of it. I would have left this forsaken life without having met you.”
Helene countered, “I thank God a thousand times each day that we took the cruise and that I met you.”
Sara had kissed her more times than Helene could remember now. They made out heavy.
Sara changed track to tell her, “Helene, did you know in Sanskrit your name almost literally means “the shining one” or “made of gold”. Your name Helen derives from ‘suelena’ or ‘svarana’. For me, you are worth your weight in gold, my love.”
Helene was dumbstruck and almost mocked, “I did know my genes went way back to India.” She continued, “I almost thought my name had this twist on Helen, like the Helen of Troy, or something like that.”
Sara smiled, “Either way, your name, as also your soul, is that of a goddess. Greek, German or ancient Indian.”
Helene now inquisitive, asked, “So what does your name mean in ancient Sanskrit?”
Sara smiled and kissed Helene. Laying in Helene’s arm, she replied “as a matter of fact, my name Saraswati is also a goddess’ name. Goddess Saraswati in India is considered a goddess of knowledge, arts, and beauty.”
Helene virtually assaulted Sara, “Hell yes.” and both the goddesses had made passionate love after that.
Helene remembered their long love sessions and missed her every hour of every day.
It was like both she and Sara were in a spell when they were together and something, or someone, had broken that spell. She was trying to figure out what had happened. The more she thought about it, the more she blamed Ernst.
There came a time she even stopped talking to Ernst. He became worried and tried to talk her out of her stupor like state. He brought her gifts, he bought her lingerie, he sent her a spa masseur at home to cheer her up. She took it all in an attempt to move on, but every time she fell back harder. Remembering how it would be like if Sara was with her.
One day, out of desperation Ernst called Adam to speak with Sara. He did not have Sara’s number with him, surprisingly.
“Hi, Adam, it’s Ernst from Germany.” Ernst on the phone.
Adam responded, “Oh Hi, Ernst. Good to hear your voice. How are you doing?”
Ernst, “yes Adam. I’m fine.” he said slowly.
Adam sensing some issue, “Hope everything’s alright?”
Ernst, “Yes, yes. Everything is good.” Then after a brief pause, reckoned he had to come up with a reason for the call, added, “Hey, I wanted to talk to Sara and I do not have her number. By any chance, if she is around, can I talk to her?”
Adam said, “No. Ernst. But I can forward you her number and you can call her. I am at the gym. She must be at home at this time and might be leaving for work soon.”
Ernst, happy to get the number, “yes, please. Do forward the number to me.”
Adam, “Are you sure everything is ok? How’s Helene?”
Ernst breaking down a little, “Helene has been missing Sara a lot. And that’s what I wanted to talk to Sara about. How has she been doing?”
Adam said, “Don’t get me going, sir. She won’t stop talking about you guys. She talks about Helene all the time. I mean all the time. Helene this…Helene that. Not a day goes by without her referring to Helene in our conversation….”
Ernst laughed on the other side, almost interjecting Adam.
Ernst clarified, “It’s the same with Helene. She misses Sara very much. When Sara was here, she and Helene were inseparable and Helene hasn’t been herself ever since Sara left.”
Adam, “I’m sure she will come through soon. Sending you the number.”
Ernst, “Thank you, Adam. Tell her I’ll be calling her.” He allowed her to decide if she wanted to talk to him.
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Ernst spoke with Sara within a few minutes of receiving the number.
Sara, “Hi, Ernst.”
Ernst, “Hi Sara. How are you doing?”
Sara responded, “I’m fine Ernst. How about you? How’s Helene?”
Ernst responded, “Sara, I wanted to talk to you about Helene. Ever since you left, Helene has not been herself. She does not go to the office. She does not get out of the house for days together. She has not been exercising. She barely eats.”
Sara, “oh my god. Why?”
Ernst sharing, “She misses you tremendously. I think she blames me for making you go away. She has not spoken to me for a week now. For the last two months, I have been trying to do everything I can to get her to cheer up, but she keeps going back into long bouts of silence.”
Sara, “I miss her so much myself Ernst, I can’t tell you. You know you are not to blame for anything.”
Ernst sighed, “I am relieved that you don’t think that. You know, Sara, she has started sleeping in Peter’s room for the last couple of weeks. She won’t let me come near her. I am worried.”
Sara did not reply; she felt so much pain in her heart that she started crying for Helene. The fact that Helene was in trouble was overwhelming for her. She choked while responding to Ernst.
Ernst could sense Sara was crying. He was not expecting Sara to cry, but now he felt guilty and said, “I’m sorry Sara. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought it’d be good if you could talk to Helene and give her some cheering. I had no intention to burden you as well.”
Sara could not respond, tears rolling down on her cheeks. Voice had left her throat and her lungs were panting for air instead.
They both remained silent.
After a long pause, Sara eventually gathered herself and said, “I will call her immediately.” She did not know what to say to Ernst.
Ernst, “I’m sorry again for bothering you with this. You know both of us loved having you here. We both miss you equally.” To lighten her mood, he added, “You know I had told the plane to not return without you and the poor fellow is still at LAX waiting for you to jump back on board.”
Sara gave a light fake laugh, catching the humor and giving him the acknowledgment he wanted.
They bid goodbye and assured each other to talk again. Sara told him to call her back soon to report about Helene’s health.
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Ernst was not aware, there was not a day in her life that Helene was not speaking with Sara. They would often speak two or three times a day, with time gap allowing. As a matter of fact, the reason Helene was sleeping in Peter’s room was to chat with Sara late hours of her time in Germany when Sara would be available to talk.
The things Sara was not aware of, and she had discovered through Ernst, was of Helene not eating well, not exercising, not sleeping well, not going to the office, and cutting Ernst off. Now she felt guilty on account of Helene not keeping well. Helene, on her part, had somehow managed to keep her new lifestyle to herself and not burden Sara with it. She could not bear to make Sara unhappy in any manner.
Sara did not know how to mend this situation instantly. That Helene was not her usual normal self, sent a dagger through Sara’s heart. Such was their love.
But Sara started slowly. She resolved to counsel Helene one day at a time so it did not feel like preaching, but she would goad her to normalcy, nudge her here-and-there. The love she felt for Helene was so strong that she would often run conversations in her own mind for hours before discussing them with Helene.
She felt very strongly for Helene. She could not wait to see her again. She had been coaxing Helene to come to visit her in California.
While on one hand, Sara was doing her part, Ernst was helping Helene as well. At the beginning of October, it was Helene’s birthday. Sara called her early in the morning around 1 AM in Germany to wish her. She had organized flower’s bouquet to reach Helene early morning around 5 am. From then on, she ensured that flowers reached Helene every hour that day, forgetting the fact that if she did this, Helene, after a few bouquets, would anticipate the same for the rest of the day and might not step out of the house. Her urge to bestow her love on Helene was such that she wanted to be in Dortmund herself if she could at that moment.
Every hour a bouquet reached Helene with German precision. Helene remained on a high the entire day. With every bouquet, she would call Sara and thanked her for it. Sometimes not hanging up until the next one had come.
Ernst had taken a holiday from the office for his wife’s birthday and saw her cheerful. He noticed the flowers from Sara made her happier than the ones he had gotten her. He was glad that Helene felt joyful on her big day, and he was happy that she was happy. He stayed out of her way until she decided to have dinner with him.
On his part, Ernst had called Peter over to take a couple of days off from college and join them – stretching his holiday from late in the week until Sunday so he could spend four days with them and hopefully cheer up Helene. By the time his reinforcements arrived, in the form of Peter, Helene was her normal, chirpy self.
Peter, on seeing some fifteen bouquets, remarked, “Dad, impressive!” then added, “How do I compete with this?”
He handed his Mom the bouquet he had got for her and wished her, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM.” almost shouting.
Helene hugged him tight and was over the moon, seeing Peter, surprised. “Thank you, Peter.’ she exclaimed.
Helene’s day was improving by the hour. “So good to see you here. Thank you for surprising me.”
Helene and Peter hugged longer than usual, and they sat in the living room on the ground floor. All of them talked animatedly for a long time. Ernst was happy to have things normal with Helene.
Peter, clueless to what was happening in their lives over the last four months, went on about his college stories, and he was glad returning home for a brief unscheduled holiday. Helene was gushing, looking at her son after many months. He had not returned home in summer as he was doing an internship in Berlin and started college directly thereafter. In fact, him not coming home back in the summer was the reason Helene and Ernst had gone on the cruise for a vacation on their own. They were meeting Peter after six months.
Helene could not help but comment, “Peter, aren’t you eating enough. You have lost weight.”
Peter just laughed, knowing his overprotective mother, “It’s just that I couldn’t get home food, Mom.” he quipped. And they all laughed.
Both Ernst and Helene loved Peter very much and doted on him, especially Helene. She had cared for him over his every need, and his every whim and his every desire. She had helped him study, guided him as he went on to become a fine young man. He was going to turn twenty-one in a couple of months, and this was his time in life.
While he was home, Peter noticed small changes around the house. For one, his mother had taken over his room. He could not but be surprised by this. With her friend gone, why was his mother still sleeping in his room? Fearing the worst, he felt there was trouble in his parent’s marriage. He did not dare ask. On other changes, there was furniture in the house that had been moved about. A large sideboard rack from one of the bedrooms of the ground floor had been moved out in the hall, and it felt out of place. The garden and pool were not cleared of autumn leaves, and this had never happened at their home.
Ernst would tell him later, that his mother does not let the gardener or cleaner in the house anymore. Only when she is not around, he gets it done from a cleaning service agency, and she has not been going out lately. Peter found it strange.
Later that evening, everyone went out for dinner to celebrate, and by the time they were back, another two sets of bouquets were on their doorsteps. Helene picked up smiling and holding them next to her, entered the house first.
Before the night was done, she had twenty bouquets. The last one had a note that said, “You came into my life twenty weeks ago. Each of these bouquets with seven flowers in them represents each day of each week that you have brought me joy, love, and happiness. I have never met a more loving soul than yours. I wish you a long and happy life. Happy Birthday again. I miss you very much and am counting days till we meet again. Until then, love, Sara.”
Helene almost cried with joy reading the note and went into her room. She sat alone and called Sara thanking her, crying along with Sara with tears of joy in having found someone she so deeply loved and cared for. Despite all the crying, the day had lifted her spirits.
Ernst and Peter were relaxing in the first-floor sitting room, worried about Helene and her somber mood. Ernst had hinted to Peter about Helene missing her friend from LA but had not given too many details.
Helene joined them in the sitting room, they all relaxed for the next half an hour, over a final drink for the night. It was past midnight. Turning in for the night, Helene went back to her bedroom with Ernst, and Peter took back possession of his room.
Helene had also received an audio message from Sara, and her message changed everything. Helene was most certainly not herself after listening to the audio message.
The next day, Helene and Peter stayed at home and relaxed, while Ernst went to work. They strolled in the garden, she cooked Peter’s favorite dishes and doted on him while they talked and chilled at home.
In the evening, they were unwinding in the sitting room on the first floor when Helene decided to start dinner. He tailed her and came downstairs along with her, not leaving her side for long.
While his mother cooked dinner nearby, he stayed with her; chatting, sitting on a kitchen island chair. A while later, he retreated to the sofa in the sitting room. He was playing around on his phone. When he got a call from some friend from Berlin, and he spoke as friends would, though nothing in general. His mother could hear him talk, and he knew that. When the conversation turned to some girls, his tone softened, he stood up absent-minded, and walked around the room – then slowly walked to the hallway towards the back and strolled aimlessly, while talking on the phone. He was trying to avoid his mother listening in to his friendly banter.
Some change in furniture arrangement had caught his eye the previous day. A large sideboard table from one of the rooms had been moved out in the hallway and he was wondering why. While talking on the phone he walked into the room. The room had a change of paint, and a fresh wall had been constructed, and the room seemed smaller in size. Near the new wooden wall – where the side-board was originally placed – he looked around closely, though without thinking much of it. His mind was still in the phone call, but he was now intrigued by the new wall.
When he came near the wall, he saw it had a door-sized crack on one end. He pushed, but it did not budge. He pushed harder, and it still did not budge. While still on the call, he looked around and could not find a keyhole or a door-handle. He finished his call – still looking at the wall and the door. He figured the back room might have an answer. He shuffled into the room on the other end of the old wall. These were still guest rooms for the family. No one had used them for years. Even an occasional guest, who had stayed in their home, had used the bedroom opposite the room where he was standing. His grandparents usually occupied the guest room on the first floor whenever they stayed over.
When he reached the room behind the intriguing wall, he was surprised to see that even this room had also shrunk. He stood stumped. Why had two adjacent rooms in the house shrunk? It was kind of obvious there has been a new storage room or a rec-room that has been carved out in between. He could not understand, if there was a rec-room being created, why wasn’t he aware? On this side of the wall, there was another door, but this one had a door with a click-lock. There was no door handle, but this door had a keyhole but was unlocked.
When he clicked open the door, he was taken aback. Clearly, a new room had emerged in-between the two rooms.
The new room was itself divided into two half rooms, with a floor-to-ceiling wooden wall in between. Peter knew it instantly as soon as he saw it. He had seen enough porn to understand what it was. It was a Glory Hole wall with two modest-sized holes. Peter stared at the paraphernalia, with his jaw on the floor.
On the side of the room where he was standing, the glory hole fucking wall was replete with two plush, well-cushioned benches. One about three feet high, and another about six feet high, like a bunker. The use of both was plainly obvious.
Glory hole fucking wall was somewhat different than the glory hole sucking wall. The fucking wall was generally used for fucking strangers, and the sucking wall was supposed to be used for sucking strangers. He was standing on the ladies’ side of the glory hole fucking wall.
Peter withdrew from the room hastily. He almost bumped into his mother, near the stairs while he was rushing up, his face completely red.
Helene asked, “what’s wrong Peter? You look flushed?”
Peter tried to face the other way and rushed upstairs, talking behind him, “I’ve to go to the bathroom.”
Helene smiled behind him, at his child-like behavior.
Peter entered his room, and his heart was racing like a train engine. His face had turned red. His dick was rock hard. Mere imagination of his beautiful mother lay down on the bench behind a glory hole had him gushing with hormones. In the middle of his room, he quickly shed his jeans and started jacking off, with his eyes closed.
He fell back on the bed and started squirting in just a couple of minutes. His eyes were closed, but the image that was playing in his mind was that of his mother, looking at him lovingly with her legs spread and clasped in the glory hole. He could not bear to control himself.
He joined his Mother downstairs, an hour later, when dinner was ready. Ernst had already arrived. They all ate together, and the discussion had changed from her birthday the previous day, to how did they both enjoy the cruise.
Helene and Ernst told him about Adam and Sara, the family they had befriended on the cruise. And that Sara had come to stay with them after the cruise. Helene talked fondly enough about Sara for Peter to figure out that their friendship had become stronger since the cruise. Peter thought he saw his mother blush while she was talking about Sara, but he guessed it was he who had been heady, since evening, having seen the glory hole room.
Over the weekend, he did refer once to his father about the change in furniture and asked, “Why is the sideboard rack out in the hallway, Dad?” knowing the real answer full-well, but he still checked.
Ernst made a quick recovery, and he had pre-built an excuse thinking ahead. He knew this was a query that was bound to come one day. He said, “Was trying to make a den in the room below. But I have given up on the thought for now. The board might go back in there.”
Peter continued to look at his father while he lied through his teeth. Though Peter was surprised, ‘did his father mean the glory hole idea has been shot down?’
Throughout Saturday and Sunday, since all of them were more or less together, Peter did not get enough time to go back to the glory hole room to check out the arrangements again, lest he was day-dreaming. Helene was hovering around Peter, trying to pamper him with food, drinks, and love and care that a mother provides, seeing her child after a long gap.
Peter enjoyed the attention he was getting. He went back Sunday night, to rejoin college on Monday.
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Ernst had built the glory hole fucking wall and had kept it under wraps from even Helene. Like he told Peter, he misled her that he was going to construct a den in the rooms below. She was appalled, but at the time when this had come up – a couple of weeks before her birthday – she could not care less. He could burn the house down for all she cared. Her thoughts were with Sara.
She spoke to Sara daily, mostly alone, but often in front of Ernst. The difference in her appearance and behavior was apparent when she was on the phone with Sara. Ernst was happy that Sara’s work on Helene was showing positive results.
When Peter went back, Helene receded into a slump the very next day. She remained somber most of the time, even while Ernst did everything he could to keep her pepped up. She was talking to him, they were sleeping together, she was better than before but far from normal.
A week after Peter had returned, one day, he pleaded with Helene to agree for a blindfold because he had a surprise for her. She had been sullen all through the day, and she half agreed thinking Ernst was being thoughtful and had probably somehow managed to get Sara back from LA.
She was wearing a long satin nightgown over the nightie; no bra, but she had panties on her. Ernst blindfolded her on the ground floor and slowly helped take off her nightgown. Then he held her hand and guided her into the back room. From the direction that Ernst was taking her, she kind of knew they were heading towards the ground floor room. As they went further, she surmised he had probably readied the den after all and was going to show it off to her.
When they were inside the glory hole room, exactly where Peter had been standing a few days back, Ernst escorted her to climb the heavily cushioned bed, that was three foot high. Her climb up to the mattress on the lower deck was easy. Then he laid her back and asked her, “Darling, can you slide lower.”
Helene said, “I don’t like it, Ernst.”
“Trust me, darling.” They had done enough experimentation over the last couple of years for her to know that she was in for some experimental sex, in a very short while.
She thought this was Ernst’s way of patronizing her to have sex with him. She had almost cut him off ever since Sara had left. All the sex they had between then and now was almost forced.
She played along. Ever since her birthday and with Peter having come over, her spirits were lifted and she still felt generally happy. Though over the last few days had been overwhelmed with something Sara had told her.
Assisted by Ernst, she slid down until her legs were off from the hips and on the other side of the hole, hanging down.
“Okay, just give me one minute,” Ernst said, and he dashed out of the room.
Undressing on the way to the other side. The door to the other room was already open. He entered the other side of the glory hole wall and saw his wife’s perfectly shaped legs hanging loose out of the glory hole, cushioned excessively to rest her hips on. He held both her legs, gave a final pull, and perched her legs on his shoulders. He quickly held her right leg up and started bolting it up in the clasps. As soon as he had one clasped, she sensed trouble and pulled her blindfold off. She could not sit up with one leg clasped to the other side of the wall. By the time she absorbed the entire scenery and tried to figure out what was happening, her second leg was up in the clasp.
“Ernst?” she queried.
She was laying on her back on the nicely mattressed bench-sized bed, her legs had vanished through the hole into the other side of the glory hole. Her legs open wide were clasped high on the other side, making her pussy wide open for him to see. Her side of the room was cool, lit up with dim red light.
“Ernst! What the hell?” she protested, though not loud enough.
She figured out what was going on, and was amused at the effort her husband had taken to construct this for her. He knew this was something she fancied and was glad that he remembered it.
At the time, she was in awe of the scene in a porn film she had seen along with Erbst. The scene had an explicit fucking sequence through a glory hole fucking wall. The glory hole concept had held her attention from that film. They had wild sex that night with her imagining it, and they even simulated it on their bed that night, with her on the edge of the bed, and Ernst had fucked her standing between her legs, holding them wide open in his hands.
She had later spoken to him about it as a fantasy and that it got her worked up. At no time had she fantasized that she’d be fucked by strangers. What had her going at the time was the thought of being fucked multiple times in succession. She was yearning to climax multiple times on one night. Often she’d feel an urge to ask Ernst to keep going but it wasn’t possible. It had become a memory from so far back when she and Ernst could go at it for hours and then days, regularly. Now twenty years later, doing it once a day was a dream. She missed that.
All these thoughts ran in her head, as she felt Ernst’s tongue on her pussy. Sitting on his knees, he had started kissing her on the pussy through the panties she was wearing. He started sucking her pussy through the fabric. She was not wet earlier, but she was getting excited as he licked.
She moaned, “mmm.”
He took her by surprise when he suddenly took hold of her panties and tore them, pulling on them hard. The action shook her on the other side of the hole. With her panties out of the way, Ernst started licking her with passion. He went after the lips and got her all excited. By the time Ernst reached inside her pussy, she was wet. His tongue did the jiggle inside her, first, he moved left, then right and then up before repeating it all over again.
On her side, Helene could not see anything beyond the wall in between. Her head shifted from side to side in excitement and for some reason, the wooden blank walls reminded her of a cabin in the hills. Her legs were comfortably clasped up, and she had no pressure where she lay. She felt his tongue inside, and with her eyes closed, she started thinking of Sara. Immediately her pleasure levels shot up.
On his side, Ernst licked her throughout her pussy. Deliberately delaying going after her clitoris, when he reached the nub he started flicking it and playing with it. Little did he know this move was patented by Sara in Helene’s pussy. With Sara on the other side of the glory hole in her mind, and Ernst playing the Sara-move on her pussy, she started cumming and jerking heavily. Her eyes were closed. Ernst on the other side, glad that he had her cumming.
Until she had settled down, he slowly kept licking the pussy clean. Upon feeling her relax he restarted his efforts on her pussy. He started licking the clitoris again and did not stop until it was sensitive enough to make her cum all over again. He left the nub just at the right moment and stepped up towards her mound. She started moving angrily as if demanding him to go back inside her. He did not comply.
She grunted, “uuuunnggh.”
Slowly he licked her pussy mound, spreading the juices on his tongue collected from his endeavor inside her pussy. When he felt her calm down, he went down back inside and started to lick her pussy insides. This time around his tongue was forceful and went after the clitoris early, and when he felt her cumming he withdrew and pulled out on her pussy mound again. She went crazy and started shouting.
“Lick me……. please suck me.” She pleaded in a high tone.
When he did not budge from her mound, She dragged her hands through the hole on his head, pushing him downwards. Smiling, he went back inside her pussy, and before he could spend sixty seconds, she was cumming hard in his mouth.
Until that day, he had never spent so much attention and focused on her pussy, and she was loving it. She felt as if Sara had taught Ernst the art of licking-pussy. She half suspected he had taken a lesson from Sara. She also had a fleeting thought that he was doing something on her pussy that he had always been doing, and it was just her mind in which her pleasures have shot up because she imagined it was Sara between her thighs instead of Ernst.
She came hard and orgasmed on his tongue. Ernst kept cleaning her up until she was through producing more liquid.
Both of them were not done. Helene was expecting a deep fuck, and Ernst was yearning for a release. He was happy that he had her cum twice already. He had rarely been able to manage to get her this worked up.
After a long hard ten minute gap, Ernst took charge of her pussy. Her legs had started weighing heavy on her, hanging on the other side of the wall. Ernst slowly put his dick near her pussy and knocked on it a couple of times to ensure she was aware of what was coming. Her anticipation was growing. Her body tensed for entry.
He started inching inside, slowly entering her. She loved the pace Ernst was showing off. The sweet agony of anticipation, coupled with him adding an inch in her at a time, made her want to pull him in her fast and slow him down at the same time.
She excitedly moaned, “mmmuuuummmaaahhh.”
She looked around the room and found the setting exhilarating. She wondered if she was supposed to think of other men while she was getting fucked? Was that the purpose of glory hole fuck? Imagine your fantasy man while getting taken by someone?
She closed her eyes, and she willed herself to think of other men, feeling naughty. Her fleeting thought started from film actors to celebrities to famous personalities. But in real life, she had not really been fantasizing about any other men. Her mind tricked her towards Sara’s recent revelation about Adam, and the image in her mind gave her the shivers. It was that of her son – Peter. She shook her head hard and refocused on Ernst fucking her.
Ernst had entered her full length and was now giving her regular pumps, one after another. Jerking her on the bench, she lay on. The clasps and the angle on his feet provided his sufficient leverage to increase the thumps in her. Involuntarily every few seconds when her eyes shut, Peter’s smiling face reflected in her mind. She would force open her eyes again to get rid of his face.
Mere minutes later, Ernst’s bucking finally came through, and he picked up his momentum and grunted. She was already cumming before he had blown his load in her.
Helene gave a loud enough shout for him to notice, “mmmuuaghhhh.”
As soon as he felt her pussy clamp on his cock, Ernst gave a couple of final shoves to unload himself in her with a “uuuuuuugh.”
He kept bumping into her until he was completely soft and flopped out of her.
After unclasping her ankles, he came around to the other side to escort her out and to see her response. She was pleased by his efforts, and he was thrilled.
Helene was delighted by what she had just experienced. She had not got what she was hoping for from the glory hole, but she got more than what she was hoping for from Ernst. Her recent chats with Sara had her soften her stance towards him. Only Sara had been able to make her cum more times than this. Now Ernst had closed the gap slightly.
Conveying that she enjoyed the session she had through the glory hole, she asked, “Ernst, you evil idiot. Why did you make this thing?”
Ernst, “For you, my love.”
The only thought in Helene’s mind was, “How are we going to explain this to Peter?”
Ernst had thought about it already, “Don’t worry. I will figure something out. For now, let’s enjoy it.”
They walked back hand-in-hand towards the kitchen, where they ate together.
Over the next two months, they fucked in the glory hole multiple times, and then in December Peter came.
———
Concurrently
On her birthday, besides the beautiful bunches of flowers, Helene also received an audio message from Sara.
“Hi, my love. I wish you a very Happy Birthday. May God bless you with happiness and health for the rest of your life. I have told you thousands of times and will tell you again, you are the loveliest person I know. There isn’t a kinder person that I have come across ever, and I pray to God that the purity of your heart and the beauty of your soul remain so, forever. You see the good in everyone, and I love that about you.”
Sara added after a brief pause.
“You have no idea how difficult it was for me to leave you and come here. I can’t tell you enough how much I love you. I don’t know why you took so long to come into my life, and for that, I shall remain cross with God forever. I feel….in fact I know…you feel strongly about me as well. On the other hand, both of us have committed ourselves to people we love and care for. At least I can speak for myself and assure you, I am willing to leave everything to be with you, from now to the day you decide that you don’t want to have me in your life.”
Sara took another pause.
“I also must tell you about myself, that has remained largely a secret. I regret not telling you earlier, but my deceit was purely stemmed from the fact that I was scared of losing you. But I must be truthful with you, completely. I must tell you about myself, about us, about Adam and me. After that, if you chose not to talk to me – or not be with me – I will understand. I might die out of heartbreak, but I will understand. Well, I might die of happiness anyway, if you do choose to overlook my shortcomings and decide to spend your life with me.”
Sara paused to let it sink in with Helene.
“Yes, Helene, I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you will have me.”
The message tore apart Helene from the middle. Her life shook more than she could imagine. Everything that she felt about Sara was articulated by her in return. She could not understand the Adam part, but she was so overwhelmed by Sara’s proposal to be together, that nothing seemed to hold in her mind. She was buzzing, she felt giddy, and she felt on top of the world.
She was still numb when a minute later, she got another text from Sara that had an address in Cologne with a name and a number.
Both her messages had come late in the evening on Helene’s birthday, even as Sara’s flowers kept coming through the day. The audio message and text message were followed by the last set of flowers that also had a note attached.
Sara got a call back after the audio message, and they had a heartfelt chat. Sara sat alone in her bedroom, even as Peter and Ernst anxiously waited for her in the sitting room, right outside.
Helene was hasty in committing “Sara, nothing you can do or say is ever going to make me stay away from you.”
At some point, both were emotional.
When Sara learned that her son, Peter, had come over for Helene’s birthday, she was very happy for her but urged her not to make the trip to Cologne until Peter had returned. There wasn’t much explanation, but she insisted. Helene couldn’t agree with her, but she did not have much of a say in it.
The next morning before the family sat together for breakfast, Helene called the person in Sara’s message. Indeed there was a package waiting for Helene. Even though Helene wanted to go to Cologne instantly, he told her that the instructions were not to hand over the package to her before the forthcoming Monday.
Even with Peter at home, the weekend kept Helene on edge, and Monday morning, she was out on the road as soon as Ernst left for office.
She drove anxiously to Cologne. She felt Sara was not being fair to keep her on edge throughout the weekend, but nothing Sara could do that would upset Helene.
Helene met a young gentleman of about thirty-five in the publisher’s office at nine in the morning. He was a regional distributor of Bartholomew publishers of the US, apparently Sara’s publisher of the project she was involved in. The details until then were very sketchy with Helene.
She met Max Hagemann, who was originally from the US but had settled in Germany. He was a smart-looking executive, managing distribution for various publishers from across the English speaking world.
He offered to Helene ‘Coffee, Ms. Helene.’
She responded politely ‘yes black, please. And please call me Helene,’ trying to calm her nerves.
Max went out of his cabin and fetched two cups of freshly brewed coffee for Helene and himself. He offered, ‘It sure is getting cold out there.’
Helene replied, could not bear with the small talk, yet said, ‘yes.’
He trudged further ‘How do you know Ms. Saraswati?’
For a moment, she felt uneasy responding to the intrusive question. But she felt if Sara already knew him, there was not much she could do but respond in some manner, ‘She is a dear friend.’ she replied.
A brow on his eye went up, for the choice of phrase.
He offered, ‘I haven’t met her, but she is an icon in our business, and I would love to meet her one day. We spoke for the first time last week, and I am delighted that she chose me to be her courier, for her dear friend.’
Suddenly Helene felt proud, and automatically her back went up a few inches straightening her. She smiled. Hearing praises about Sara made her feel elated.
By the time they finished their coffee, Max had praised Sara for her beauty, for her finesse and her art. Helene listened, and at times was lost, but during her entire time there, she felt excited about Sara’s mysterious present for her.
Max eventually surrendered to her a large cardboard package three feet large and two feet wide. It was about three inches thick.
She bid goodbye to the fellow and rushed as she got out of his office.
As per Sara’s request, Helene sat alone in her house to open the package. Helene probably broke a couple of speed limits on her way back home.
It was not that Sara was worried about someone seeing what was inside, but she wanted Helene to absorb the contents in its entirety – alone; and that could not happen at a cafe in Cologne or in her car on the way home.
Helene opened the package with a box cutter and pulled out a red-colored velvet cloth package. It was a sack style package with drawstrings on its mouth. Helene loosened the strings and pulled out the shrink-wrapped package made of finely laminated cardboard. The thin film didn’t do much to hide what was inside.
The cardboard box cover had an ancient Indian painting of a man and woman having sex. The painting was pretty graphic and detailed. The man and woman having sex were wearing Indian royal style costumes, and servants or courtesans were fanning them and feeding them fruit. It seemed to be a reproduction of some old Indian painting. In large print, in an ethnic looking font, she read – Kama Sutra. Somewhere on the lower end of the cover, was printed – 2019. The size of the box was about two-and-a-half feet high and almost two feet wide.
Helene was amused. She tore the shrink wrap off quickly and opened the lid of the cardboard box. Inside, looking straight into Helene’s eyes was Sara’s beautiful face.
The cover was titled – Kama Sutra. That it was a Calendar, was a given. Sara picked up the calendar in both her hands and saw the most breathtaking picture of Sara. She felt as if Sara was right in front of her, and she felt a strange tinge in her heart; she missed holding her that instant. She admired her friend for her beauty and her élan. Sara was sitting naked cross-legged facing the camera. Her back straight, pushing her chest out slightly with the most gorgeous breasts on a woman, in Helene’s opinion. Even though Sara’s crossed legs hid her pussy but the fact that it had usurped Adam’s dick was apparent from his expression in the photo. Adam lay straight on his back, below her. Sara’s face gave away little as if it was a casual afternoon for her.
Helene was in awe of what she held in her hands. She had never seen such a beautiful thing. She admired Sara for a long while before trying to flip the calendar ahead. The thick sheaf of about twelve calendar leaves was bound together in a manner that the only way to move forward was to tear off the cover. She turned the deck around on all sides to find another way in. Perforation around the edges was the only way to go ahead.
Helene took about ten minutes before deciding to neatly cut the cover at the perforation marks along the edges, with a box cutter blade. She slowly got the entire cover off and kept the sheet intact. She neatly kept the thick paper sheet aside that had now become a poster of sorts.
Under the cover was a thin, lightweight paper, which needed to be handled carefully, else it might tear. The milky white paper had details about Kama Sutra written on it, in stylized gold letters. It detailed the history of Kama Sutra, its origin, it’s author – Vatsyayana, and about Kama Sutra’s philosophy. The anxiety in her did not let Helene read the text, for what she might find under it.
What lay underneath was a mesmerizing picture of Sara riding Adam in a Rodeo position. The picture did not reveal her front side enough, but every curve of her all-too-familiar-back told Helene about the identity of the girl. Her butt was slightly elevated on Adam’s cock that was embedded in her almost full-length, except for an inch or so. Helene admired Adam’s partial cock going in Sara’s pussy, but then her eyes traveled on Sara’s back with love and admiration. Sara’s head tilted back in ecstasy told the amount of joy his cock in her was providing her. Adam lay on his back, his Helene lovingly caressed Sara’s back, as if she was in front of her.
Helene was astonished at what she was seeing. She stood and held the calendar in front of her at arm’s length to admire what she held. A brief snippet on the bottom right corner explained the position, and on the left were the January 2019 dates in weekly blocks. Not completely satisfied, Helene perched the calendar at the corner table with its top-end leaning against the wall. She stepped back to admire what was in front of her. Helene was spellbound.
From the second leaf onwards, there was a larger perforation hole that allowed one to peel each calendar month’s leaf off individually, without tearing it. Helene took an hour-and-a-half to peel the entire set relishing every page, slowly and leisurely. She found Sara and Adam performing sex in all positions; oral, anal, sixty-nine, sitting, standing, and so on; a couple downright acrobatic. By the time Helene went through the cover and the twelve leaves under it, she was horny enough to fuck a bedpost.
In the box, where the calendar had nestled, Helene found an envelope. Helene picked it up and started reading its contents. Before drawing out the note from the envelope, she greeted her friend, who lay fucking Adam across the floor of Helene’s bedroom. Each page laid separately across the room.
The letter was the smallest Helene had ever received; also the smallest she had ever read. The note said…
‘Dearest Helene,
Adam is my son.
Love, Sara.’
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Helene sat down for a couple of hours, silent, trying to figure out what Sara meant. Did she mean, Sara and Adam were together? Did she mean, they were married? Did she mean, they were engaged to be married? Did she mean, they just fucked? Did she mean, they fucked for modeling?
Her brain was in an overdose. She was clearly overwhelmed by everything. She lay on the bed and slept, thinking.
Ernst’s call woke her up. He was on his way, and was checking, ‘if she needed anything?’
Helene told him to fetch dinner. She hastily collected the calendar sheets that had now become posters, and took them to the rarely used third bedroom on the first floor, the one usually Peter’s grandparents used when they stayed over. She neatly stored it in a cupboard and locked it.
Late in the evening, after dinner, she called Sara from Peter’s room. She hadn’t eaten anything since morning, after returning from Cologne and was famished.
She told Ernst, “I’m going to call Sara for a bit. Please don’t wait up for me.”
Ernst nodded and stayed back in his room. He was glad that Helene looked upbeat since her birthday weekend, even though he believed it was mostly because of Peter. Ernst had resolved to finish the glory hole room quickly to surprise her. He knew it was something she had fancied, from one of the movies they had experimented together with. Ernst wanted to do some big intimate things with her, to keep her excited with him.
Ernst now doubted whether inviting Sara to their home, from the cruise was such a great idea, even though he had managed to fuck her. Ernst loved Helene very much, and he realized Helene was in a vulnerable state, and with Sara, she had gone into a new area sexually and emotionally. He was not sure how Helene was handling it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was even jealous of Sara and wanted Helene to love him back just as she now seemed to love Sara.
Sara and Helene talked for an hour about Sara and Adam’s relationship.
Before Sara could begin, Helene told her, “Sara, I Love you.”
Sara replied, “I love you too, Helene. I haven’t slept a wink, and I have been waiting for your call all night.”
Helene apologized, “I’m sorry, I should have called earlier.” She felt bad keeping Sara on a string, not calling sooner.
Sara apologized even more softly, “I’m sorry Helene if you feel I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
Helene stopped her midway and said, “I love you enough to not discuss anything, and still live the rest of my life with you. It does not matter what you have been doing, but the fact that you love me is enough for me.”
Sara melted, and her eyes wet with joy and relief.
They talked as Sara explained about how Adam had bagged a deal with a Calendar company after coming to LA from India; and how Adam’s friend-cum-agent had coaxed her into modeling for the calendar; and how while enacting the positions they had ended up fucking. She told her they had continued to do it because both Sara and Adam loved each other immensely, and they never saw the problem with it.
It had been close to a year, and they continued to make love ever since.
Sara informed, “The Calendar has become a big success, and we have done multiple print-runs of it. It looks like we now have an opportunity to get it franchised into some other ventures around it.”
Sara told Helene, “Our cruise trip was meant to be a celebration of the calendar’s success. We thought it would be great to introspect as to where we should be headed next. We have been offered a multi-million dollar offer on a venture. Things seemed to be going great, Helene, until you came to my life. Now my world seems prettier. I wake up every morning thinking about you. I want to be with you forever.”
Helene listened to everything Sara had to say, rarely pitching in with anything.
Sara added, “I can’t tell you how much I love you. I am ready to leave everything, and live with you forever.”
Helene added lightly, “I love you more.”
They couldn’t finish deciding who loved the other more.
What Sara hid from Helene, was that their deal for a 2020 calendar crashed because she spent close to two months in Germany. The 2020 calendar would have been bigger and grander than the one they did for 2019. Calendars usually got planned, shot, and produced a few months in advance, and her non-availability shot down the plans.
From Sara’s point of view, what she had gained against what she lost in those two months were not comparable.
Over the next few days, they chatted many times every day and committed to each other.
They both decided to meet in the New Year. In December, Peter would be back for his birthday, and after that would be the Christmas holidays. Sara would hate herself if Helene were away from Peter on his birthday and Christmas.
Over the next few weeks, they discussed details about their daily life, and Sara gave away lewd details of her and Adam. In the couple of months that went by, Helene had started feeling as if sex between Adam and Sara was natural, naughty at worst. She had warmed up to their being together. The fact that Adam eventually would be finding a life partner for himself meant Sara would be unhinged for Helene.
Helene’s mind mellowed, incestually. All the talk with Sara about making love to her son got her thinking what it would be like to fuck her own son, Peter. Could she ever have the courage or gall to do something like that? She decided it was out of the question.
Ernst had shown her the glory hole wall that he built for her. She had loved it. They were regularly making love in it; at least once a week. But every now and then, when she closed her eyes, Peter would appear in her mind even while she was fucking Ernst. That she could not see her lover through the glory hole wall, did not help matters. Unwittingly, she started demanding increased use of the glory hole wall from Ernst.
The more they fucked in the glory hole wall, the more she would imagine Peter making love to her. She was not openly happy about the whole thing and blamed Sara for it.
She even told Sara once, “Sara, you have corrupted my mind. Now I can’t help but think of Peter making love to me, even while it is Ernst between my legs.”
Sara made fun of her and teased her, “Awww. Mommy loves her baby boy.”
They laughed it off, but the seeds of incest were sown in her mind.
All of this was a sideshow for the both of them. Both were counting each passing day, to when Helene would join Sara in LA.
Helene had taken possession of her side of the glory hole wall; she had exclusive keys to her side. She took posters of Sara’s Kama Sutra calendar and had stored them safely there. For good measure, she had pasted the March 2019 poster, the one where Sara was getting oral sitting on a chair – titled Heir to the Throne, referring to her sitting like royalty, and getting her pussy sucked from an underling, in this case – Adam. Her facial expressions were worth everything Helene owned, and more. The poster was pasted on the glory hole wall facing the upper bench on Helene’s side of the hole.
The upper hole in the glory hole wall was aligned in a manner that Helene would be down the other side until her waist. On that side, Ernst was able to rest her thighs on his shoulders and was face level with her pussy. She would usually think of Sara, while Ernst sucked her pussy. He would lick her, and suck her until she climaxed at least once, and then she would switch to the lower hole. This way, at least, she would get off twice at the very least, every time this played this two-holes routine.
Right under the upper bench, facing her when she lay on the lower berth, was pasted the September 2019 poster titled – Log. When she lay on the lower berth with her legs through the glory hole and spread wide on the other side, she was replicating Sara in the poster.
Even as Ernst was fucking her, in the poster in front of her she saw Adam bent on his knees until his bum touched his feet, had his cock deeply embedded in Sara; His hands holding Sara’s by her calves wide apart like a pincer, stretching her legs wide to open her for his dick. With the image of Sara fucking Adam in the poster, right in front of her face, she had started imagining Peter doing the same to her.
Helene had told Sara about the glory hole wall that Ernst had built for her.
Helene told Sara, “I love it. It’s great fun. You know I have put up your Heir to the Throne poster on the wall right in front of me. It feels like you and I both are getting licked and sucked at the same time. Every time, I hope and dream that it is you who is with me and the picture of yours is one of the best. Now I have your Log poster under the upper berth, and every time Ernst is making love to me, I look at you and Adam, and I can’t help but think it is Peter between my legs.”
Sara teased her to no end, and they ended up laughing about it.
“haha. Okay, which one of the twelve do you like the best.” Sara queried joking.
“To be honest. I simply love you in the cover picture. You are sitting like a Queen on Adam as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I just love it. I just love you for it. You look magnificent in that picture. Every picture is about you-and-Adam, but it is this picture where it is just you. I wish I could paste it in my room.” After a pause she added, “Actually, I will.” then thinking again, as if she needed Sara’s permission, “can I?”
They laughed around, discussing each of the thirteen positions. Sara told her the story behind each position getting shot and filmed. She even told her about the ones they had enacted, but somehow did not make the final cut.
Sara remembered and shared with Helene, ‘Actually, we also have the video of the shoot. It is kept under lock and key here,” and she added, “it is something you will have to come down to LA to see first hand.”
“Won’t miss it for the world.” Helene responded reassuringly.
“It’s very naughty!” Sara told her.
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In December, Peter came home, a couple of days ahead of his birthday.