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Helena awoke the next day, completely worn out. Tony was up and gone already. She’d had quite a dream about Mike Rutherford last night which wasn’t surprising, as he’d taken her quite forcefully after dinner. She thought he was just average when it came to fucking. Tony was the gold standard for her. To Helena, it wasn’t that Tony was a lothario but he was the first one to ever go down on her and because he was older, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s body. The more she thought about Tony’s tongue plunging into her depths, the more turned on she grew.He stepped out of the bathroom as if on cue, his hair damp, a towel about his waist. He seemed fresh as a daisy.“Get your arse over here, boy and let me at that sausage!” Helena ordered, her arm out of the bedclothes.Tony obeyed and Helena pulled the towel off his hips.“What have we here? Mmmm, look at this sausage. Yummy.” Helena latched onto his flaccid cock.Tony needed no further invitation as he slid under the covers with her. Helena didn’t let go of his dick for one minute. Tony flattened her beneath him, grinding against her which made her let go.“Quite a party we had last night, eh?” Tony mused. He grew erect from rubbing against her and then thrust into her.“The best way to wake up with you buried inside me…mmm, yes….” Helena purred.Tony’s mind was elsewhere, most particularly on last night and the events then. This whole Peter situation lived in his brain rent free. He wasn’t gay nor did he want to chuck his fabulous life with Helena to have a secret fling with his old mate, but he couldn’t help but return to how it felt to have Peter prodding his bowels last night or jerking him off either. Tony didn’t want to take Peter anally; the idea was off-putting, nor did he want Peter’s todger tickling his tonsils. He just wondered if he was some sort of deviant now because he was continually returning to this act in his mind. The mere thoughts were in his mind currently and he came fiercely, his spunk blasting into Helena.He rolled off her and returned to the loo for a quick pee. When he returned, Helena was sitting up, lounging back against the headboard and a stack of pillows. He suddenly thought about Helena’s pegging gear and figured he would be totally down to be pegged as he’d crossed the barrier into being taken anally. Helena had latched onto the fact that Tony’s mind hadn’t been present just now when he was hammering away at her. She wanted to get to the bottom of this, no pun intended. He climbed into bed beside her.“We need to talk…” he said, his eyes downcast.“It’s Peter, isn’t it?” Helena sighed.“I don’t know but Christ, Helena, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. It’s not like I want to chuck this life with you and follow him around. I can’t explain it but having him doing that to me…I feel like I’m not supposed to like it as much or at all. That it makes me deviant or I don’t know. I have this image of being fairly remote and aloof, particularly with the fans. If this got out, if they knew that I was doing this or allowing it, the backlash would be enormous. Yet Gabriel struts around like some banty rooster, very proud of himself, like he doesn’t care one bit. That this could ruin him. I aspire to be one fourth that carefree.” Tony was very distressed, fidgety. “I want it again. I want to go over to his Air BNB and have him take me so hard that I’m left blubbering in a heap. Am I pathetic?”“Look, from what I know, you’re very much the one in that group of men whose will has always dominated everything. Phil and Mike might act like they’re the alpha dogs but they’re not. It’s always been you. I wasn’t there during the Golden Era of Genesis or even when Peter was the leader. But really, you were always this quiet position of strength and domination. I think Peter sees taking you as a prize to be won, that last mountain to conquer. And this, I know I’m a deviant and I own it. Tony, you have to own it and stop being ashamed which is difficult, I know. It’s all that repressed British upper-class rubbish that trips you up. Being overly concerned with image and stiff upper lip and all that. Maybe I’m talking completely off my arse because I’m not English and I come from an extremely demonstrative culture. So, if you want him, then get to it. If it’s just the case of you wanting him to dominate you like that, then sure. If it’s you wanting to leave me for him, then it would break my heart, really. So, what do you really want?”“Him…well that again.” Tony hung his head.“Well, okay then. Because I want something too for myself.”“Did you want to peg Peter? He’d be into it, we could be the sexual human centipede. All up each other’s bum!” Tony was smiling now.“That’s a thought but no. Um, I’ve never had a man go down on me with facial hair. I want to clamp my thighs around Mike’s face in the worst way. You think he’d be into that?” Helena asked. “You know, since I’m bare down there, I’d be feeling every part of his beard.”“I thought you did that last night?” Tony wasn’t sure.“No, Phil was there for one thing, so Mike just bent me over the table and came through the back door.”“Hmm, did Phil get anything from you?”“He got to motorboat me.” Helena smiled. “I gave him a lap dance but alas nothing stirred down there. Poor guy.”“Excuse me, but what is motorboating?” Tony looked confused.“Phil put his face between my tits and wagged it back and forth, making a sound like a sputtering motor. I mean, I was okay with that. Wasn’t he a bit of a swinging dick back in the day?” Helena mused.“Yes, many marriages and he too was the horniest person I’d ever met. So many women wanted to bang him. Also, they still do, even as feeble and out of it as he is, he still gets women wanting to have a go.”Just then Tony’s phone rang and he leaned over to grab it off the nightstand.“Yes, it’s Tony?”“It’s Peter. Have you eaten yet? We’re having a brunch over here, bring your girl and we can hang for a bit. It’s our last day here before heading back to the UK.”Tony checked with Helena and she was down with it. She put on a dress which would make it easy access for anyone who needed to get it. She was hoping to have her fun with Mike. Tony asked her to bring her pegging gear, so she agreed and shoved it into a large tote bag.Peter was staying at a different Air BNB this time but still close enough to walk to. There was a note on the door in Peter’s writing, that told them to just come in, so they did. Tony and Helena walked through to the back patio.There was no pool but a nice hot tub in one corner against the house. Everyone was parked at the table, over which a large umbrella was stretched. There was a sideboard groaning with eggs, toast, fresh fruit and champagne as well as bottled water.Peter was clad in what appeared to be a dress. But made for a woman of larger carriage. It was black cotton and he wore a wide-brimmed straw hat to keep the sun from baking his bald head.“You look like my grandmother!” Helena told him.“Hey, why should women have all the fun, right? I just like to let it hang too.” He handed her a freshly made mimosa.Tony joined Mike and Phil at the table. Helena grabbed a plate and loaded it, she was starving. She got one for Tony too plus a bottled water. She set his plate down and then hers before taking a seat beside him.“Use that hot tub yet?” Helena glanced at Peter.“Yep, you’re more than welcome to hop in.” He grinned at her.“I just might.”“Last night was one for the books, wasn’t it?” Phil piped up. “I just wish my dick would work properly cos I would have loved to have…” He stared at Helena, winking at her.“Phil, my doors are open to you any time!” she said, raising her glass to him. Getting railed by Phil Collins held more appeal for her than getting it from Peter Gabriel, even though Peter was a deviant like she was.“I haven’t been naked like that in front of other blokes in years. Maybe since those wild years back in the 70s,” Mike mused.“Mike, can I ask you something?” Helena glanced at him.“Yes, dear, of course.” He fingered his facial hair and Helena felt her pussy throb in response.“So, I’ve never gotten oral from a man with a beard. Think you could hook me up in that fashion? Thinking of your beard rubbing against my most tender and sensitive parts is really turning me on,” Helena murmured, rubbing her thighs together.Mike’s cheeks and forehead turned beet red and he pulled at his collar.“You just made his day. His own wife won’t give it up, much less beg for it,” Phil muttered to Helena.“Mate, it’s okay with me that she does this if that’s what’s stopping you,” Tony interjected. “We discussed it earlier and I’m fine with it.”“I’m actually flattered to be honest.” Mike looked so grateful that Helena felt sorry for him. “I would be most honored to erm go down on you.”“Awesome!” Helena lifted her glass to him.“What about you, old boy?” Peter stared at Tony. “Name your pleasure.”Tony faltered, just getting used to the fact that he enjoyed anal. Mike and Phil were staring at him, with bated breath.“Yes, you and Peter conveniently took off whilst I was plumbing Helena’s back door,” Mike declared. “You two have another gay thing?”“I’m not gay, so shut it!” Tony snapped.“You know, Mike, you can enjoy the favor of another man and not be totally gay or even anything like that,” Helena added. “I’ve been with women, well one but still I’m not a lesbian. I am bi though but it has to be the right woman.”“That’s so hot.” Mike practically foamed at the mouth. “Watching two women go at it, really gets me off hard.”“Yes, that’s why supposedly straight men really love lesbian porn.”“I would pay top dollar to see you get to it with another woman.” Mike waved a fistful of pound notes at her.“What about your wife?”“Christ, that is not really a bad idea when you consider it. My wife hasn’t given it up to me in ages. I know she has a side piece. Maybe if she had a woman give it to her, she’d loosen up a bit.” Mike stood and shoved his money back into his wallet.“Or she’d decide she wanted to come out of the closet fully and run off with a woman,” Helena said.“Maybe that’s her issue?” Peter glanced at Mike.“I don’t know but Christ am I tired of paddling the dummy all the time. I’m getting carpal tunnel from beating off so much.”“Well, I know a sex therapist in London that can help. She’s a client.” Helena withdrew a business card from her wallet and leaned over to toss it to Mike.“Is she hot?”“I think so. She’s tall like you and has flaming red hair. She’s single and has no lack of men and women in her life. She could probably consult with you AND your wife,” Helena said. “She’s my age, fifty-two.”“Think she could help me?” Phil piped up. “I’ve had so many surgeries, most of them botched, they don’t help and now my plonker won’t work either. So fucking depressing!”“Sure.” Helena handed him a card.“So, would this therapist do things to me?” Phil’s eyes lit up.“Yes, most likely. Her name is Ruby and she’s Irish and very cool. No one else would handle her photos and promotion. All the other photo agencies were very standoffish. So, I took her on as a client.”“You ever get down with her?” Mike asked.“No. I am a deviant but you lot think I’m banging everyone I meet.” Helena shook her head.“You’re not?” Peter snickered.“That’s your job, boy!” Helena winked at him.“I like her.” Peter looked around the table.Helena decided in that moment that she was going to peg Peter. Give the alpha male a taste of his own medicine. Tony already gave his permission loosely to do this.“So, when you boys heading out?” Helena asked.“Fucking six am, ugh.” Phil made a face. “Tomorrow.”“Well, let’s not waste another moment yapping.” She rose and walked to where Mike sat, standing behind his chair. She ran her fingers through his thinning hair and then wrapped her hands across the front of him. Mike hadn’t had a woman’s touch in quite some time and the moment Helena’s feathery touch whisked across his scalp, he felt his cock awakening in his jeans. He got up and her hand was on his.“See you deviants later,” Helena called as she led Mike into the house.“I have my own room,” he announced, leading her up the tiled staircase and into a bedroom. But once away from everyone, something changed and he was the one pushing Helena into the back of his door. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his hand reaching for the opening in her dress. She had no panties on which he appreciated. He fingered her and then when she was almost ready to explode, he pulled her to the bed and prodded her backwards. Mike planted his face between her legs, nuzzling her and the sensation of his facial hair was a thousand times better than what Helena had imagined. She was sopping wet already.“Banks is such a lucky fucker. Christ, wish you’d met me first!” Mike looked at her briefly. He tunneled his long index finger deeply into her and then bent to continue to prod her clit from hiding.Helena pressed her hands into the back of his head, her legs linking about the back of his neck. Mike slurped on her, flicking her clit with his tongue and Helena exploded. Mike didn’t move but continued to drink from her. Having a bearded man do this to her was totally worth the wait.“I’m next!” Phil barged into the room, naked. He had his cane in his hand and as he advanced on the bed, he pushed the end against Mike’s chest, pinning him down.“Um, why don’t we move our party to another room?” Helena smoothly interjected, smiling at Phil.“Brilliant!” He pointed his cane to the doorway. “I’m next door.”“How on earth did you manage the steps?” Helena gawked at him.“There’s a lift installed in his house.” Phil latched onto her hand and drew her out of the room and into his.Helena was still dressed. “Did you want to undress me? Whatever you want, Phil. I aim to please.”“You know, you look at me now and I’m all shriveled up, a medical disaster and back in the day, I was beating the women off with a stick.” He swung his cane for emphasis. I’m so fucking pent up and…”“I get it.” She was kind.Phil had shrunk in size due to his issues with his back and had a wizened face now. He was only seventy-one and looked easily much older. Helena was taller than him. Taking his cane away, she leaned it against the bed and guided his hands to the wrap holding her dress closed. Phil’s eyes lit up like a small boy. He untied her dress and let it swing open. Helena was completely naked underneath it and Phil felt his cock tingling. But to make anything happen, was another issue.“Banks gets this every night. Lucky bugger!” Phil attached his mouth on Helena’s left breast, sucking her nipple and then did the right one. At least his mouth still worked. Helena kissed the top of his head, then tilted his head upwards, her lips on his.Phil prodded her to the bed and she lay back, letting him crawl on top of her. He tossed his glasses atop the nightstand and then turned his full attention to Helena.She linked her arms about his neck but mindful of his condition, she drew his face down slowly gently and he started the kiss, his tongue working its way into her mouth. He was a damn good kisser which surprised her. He was fully nude and lying atop her. Helena figured that back in the day, he would have well given her a run for the money, being very fierce in bed and quite strong.Phil reached down between them and tried to coax his willy into an erection. He could feel the sensation of it wanting to harden but nothing happened.“Shit…dear, could you erm assist here?” he finally asked, embarrassed.Helena let him roll onto his back. Phil’s penis was a decent size but it lay there like a dead fish. Helena stroked him, studying his face.“Can you feel that?” she asked.“Erm, a bit.”“Don’t overthink it, just relax. Breathe, it’s okay. I got this.”“Let me at least, do you…down there.”“Sixty-nine?” Helena was keen.“I’m game.” Phil moved so that his face was thrust between her legs. He started fingering her and then licked her.Helena didn’t care who was doing it to her, only that she was having it done. She fondled Phil’s balls and heard him gasp.“Yes…I felt that. Please, dear, don’t stop!” he begged.Helena mouthed his balls and he loved that. But his penis didn’t inflate. Helena took him into her mouth and he got semi-hard and she let her tongue dance up and down his crank.“Oh! Oh! Oh yes!!! Yes, don’t stop!!! I’m coming!” And he did but it wasn’t a firehose-like blast like his compadres but it was more than enough for him. He lay back, closing his eyes. A snore rose from him.“Sleep well.” Helena kissed his head and pulled her dress back on. She hadn’t gotten off but Phil had. She peeked into Mike’s room but the door was partially closed and he was on the phone. Meanwhile, Tony and Peter were having a chat in the den. Tony was having trouble attempting to initiate this with him. Peter lounging on a sofa in a muu muu, did nothing for Tony’s ardor.“This is a complete waste of time,” Tony grumbled.“What is it you fancy, mate? Just spit it out. You fancied me alone and you have me and not you’re all buttoned up. You want it again, don’t you? You like that it’s me, don’t you? And you’re embarrassed that you fancy it so much? Am I warm?” Peter rose and pulled the dress off. “Stop dithering and just take your jeans down, then.”Tony obeyed. He felt like he was having an out of body experience, that’s how removed he felt at that moment. He took his clothing totally off and turned to bend forward over the desk. He was so confused about what he truly wanted.“If it had been possible for men to marry back then, in the 70s, I’d have chosen you. My gorgeous keyboard friend, I’d have sucked your organ and pounded you so hard you couldn’t sit down…” Peter grabbed the bottle of lube on the table and squirted some into his hands.“Just shut up and do it already,” Tony commanded.Sighing, Peter lathered his erect prick with the lube. “You seem angry.”“I’m not, just do it, for fuck’s sakes!” Tony told him. “I don’t need to know every thought rambling in your brain. Even if gay marriage was a thing, I still would have chosen a woman every time. Not a man and not you!”“And yet here you are, bent over a desk while I…” Peter eased in and then slammed into him so hard that Tony gasped for breath. ‘Fuck you!”Helena happened to slide into the room at that time. She had her pegging gear on and grabbed the bottle of lube, greasing the big black strap-on dick she wore. She immediately knew that Tony’s mood had shifted and had heard the terse exchange through the door. She figured that this would be the last time Tony craved Peter for anything. Peter was so into slamming into Tony that he didn’t realize that he wasn’t alone with his band mate anymore.“God, not so hard! Fuck!” Tony wasn’t liking his one bit. Every time he attempted to slide away, Peter was back to pounding him harder.“I thought you wanted it?” Peter mocked.Helena moved in behind Peter and his anus was facing her, up in the air, from his bent forward position.“Bullseye, take this you fat fuck!” She rammed into him so hard he almost fell forward onto Tony.Peter knew someone was up his ass and tried to turn around to see but Helena’s palm mashed his face forward, right into Tony’s hair. Tony howled in pain as Peter bottomed out inside of him. He managed to get out from under and fell away. He landed on the floor in a kneeling position and looked up to see his wife battering the hell out of Peter’s ass with her big black dick. With him not under Peter, Peter’s cheek was mashed down onto the top of the desk as Helena didn’t let up. She had Phil’s cane across Peter’s throat and she jerked his head up off the desk.“Are you done fucking with Tony’s mind?” she hissed.“I didn’t…” Peter felt the wooden cane drive into his windpipe. “Yes.”“I think we’re done here.” Helena pulled out of his destroyed ass.Tony dressed, not saying a word. Helena smacked Peter’s naked buttocks with the cane, lightly. He burst into tears.“I say, what in the blooming hell is going on in here?” Mike was at the door now, fully dressed, goggling at Peter who was sobbing like a little girl. Helena was removing her pegging gear and Tony was parked on the sofa.“My wife got the better of him.” Tony indicated Peter who lay crumpled on the floor, weeping.“What in the Eyes Wide Shut is going on in here?” Phil turned up next, using another cane. He was also dressed.Helena handed him his other cane back before taking her pegging gear to be washed and cleaned. She hesitated in the doorway, looking at Mike and Phil.“Any time you two want to come back, the door is always open. Just leave that one behind.” She pointed to Peter.Tony followed Helena into the loo as she washed the black cock off and patted it dry. He sat down on the closed toilet lid and put his face into his hands.“Darling, I am sorry about all this. When we got here today, I had second thoughts about letting him have me,” Tony told her.“I know, I could tell.” She stuffed her gear into its bag before leaning down to kiss him.“Things got a bit out of control.”“Yes, they did and I’m ready to head back to the UK, get back to normal.”