Nancy's second pregnancy with me was not going as smoothly as her first one, and she seemed to have morning sickness more often this time around. I was, of course, patient with her-she was having my baby, after all-but she felt bad about it, and the way it affected her ability to engage in what was still, three months into it, our active love life. She was still a regular visitor to my home, even if we didn't always have the sex we used to. One day, in a fit of frustration, she suggested she send one of her choir mates over to take care of me.
She had just arrived at my house, and we embraced in a long hug. "Nancy, hon," I said, as I held her, "you don't have to send anyone over. I know there will be times like this. I expect it." I looked at her, almost even with her eyes, since she's about 5'8". There was a sadness in them, even as they sparkled. I kissed her gently. "I have come to love you very much in the last year and some. It's not all about the sex, as good as that is."
Nancy let out a short laugh. "You're sweet, and I love you too." Her head melted into my shoulder. "But I feel bad we can't, um, play, like we used to. I feel like I'm letting you down."
"Not at all. I love having you here, even if we only just cuddle. I love holding you. Besides, you're having my baby-again!! How could I be disappointed??"
Nancy looked up and kissed me. "But I feel like I'm not meeting your needs, and you take such good care of me. I should make it up to you."
I kissed Nancy. "No need." I kissed her again. "I'll be OK. We'll get through this. We did it the first time. You'll be OK, too."
Nancy smiled. "I need to sit for a few moments." We moved to the sofa, and sat, Nancy to my right. I got her something to drink, and we talked a little while about how she was doing. Despite her discomfort, the pregnancy was going well, and the baby was developing as it should.
After a while, Nancy must have been feeling a little better, since she was slowly rubbing my cock through my jeans. It didn't take long, and I was quite hard. "That's how you got into this mess," I teased her.
"Not this way," she said, tugging at my belt, then undoing the button and unzipping me. The head of my cock was sticking up, and she ran her fingers over it, and the couple of inches of my shaft that was sticking out. She was able to get most of her hand into my pants, which felt good as she gave me a couple of strokes. She pulled it out, and patted my ass. "Lift up."
I lifted my ass off the sofa, sliding my jeans down to mid thigh, my dick flopping onto my belly. Nancy gave me a smile, and started stroking my cock. "No one ever got pregnant from a hand job," she said, smiling. I had to agree there. For the next ten minutes, she worked my cock up and down. Every few strokes she'd break the steady build up to my inevitable conclusion, going down to fondle my heavy balls.
"I love your balls. They're always so heavy, so full of cum," she said, gently squeezing them. My cock pulsed as she massaged them, then went back to stroking. My cock was swelling in anticipation of the coming explosion brought on by Nancy's gentle but firm touch. It was not lost on her. "I love watching your cock grow," she said, giving me a kiss. "I love the feel of it in my hand." She was now watching herself draw her hand up and down on me. I was reaching the end of the road. Her voice got quiet. "And when I can't feel you inside me, I love watching you..." She slowly stroked up, teasing the sensitive spot under the head. That was all for me, and I started to spew. "....cum."
A big smile spread over Nancy's face as she watched me shoot rope after white, sticky rope, cum splashing onto her hand, her wrist, my legs, a little on the sofa. "Now, that's what I came for!!" She smiled big and kissed me. We broke the kiss, and she licked my cum off her hands and my thighs, finally going down on me, taking my cock in her mouth and cleaning up all the stray dribbles that had slid down the shaft, ending by sitting up and licking her lips.
"I feel a lot better now." She kissed me. "But I still think you need to get laid. So I thought, you know how some women can't get pregnant, and have someone carry their baby, a surrogate mom?? Maybe I can find you a surrogate wife to take my place when I'm not up to our usual lovemaking." If only I'd had a real wife like Nancy.
The next week, Nancy came over with the friend she mentioned. I watched as a tall brunette with a pretty face and nice shape got out of the passenger side of her van carrying a Subway bag. She was wearing a button down denim dress. I recognized her as Paula, from church. We didn't know each other well, but enough to say hello and chat after the service. I wondered how much she knew about Nancy and me.
They came to the door, and I greeted them. Nancy gave me a hug and a short kiss, which I noticed did not seem to faze Paula. Nancy spoke first. "Tom, you know Paula from the choir??" Not really a question, but sort of.
"Yes, we've chatted occasionally." I was going to give Paula a handshake, but she instead leaned to me and gave me a long, warm hug. I laughed. "Well, I guess we know each other better now." I said, causing the girls to laugh. Nancy had picked up Subway for all of us, and we sat at my dining room table, talking about church folks and issues for the most part. It was quite pleasant, and I found that Paula and I got along quite well. The girls spent about 90 minutes with me, then had to leave to do some things around town. I saw Nancy later in the week, shopping together, ending with her giving me a blow job in the back of her van.
The next Tuesday, I got a call from Paula. "Nancy's got to pass for lunch today, but do you mind if I come over?? I'll pick up lunch."
"Absolutely. I'd love to have you come by. We had such a good time last week." I texted her my address, and she was on her way. I noticed the previous week how well Paula filled out her dress. She wasn't overly large up top, I'd guess a C cup, and had a nice shape that filled out her dress in a way that was very appealing. She often wore dresses or skirts when I saw her in church, and I wondered how she'd look out of one.
Paula arrived about 30 minutes later. She was wearing a light gray tank dress that came just short of her knees. It was not especially low cut, but I could see that if she were to lean over, I'd get a glimpse of the charms I had imagined.
When she got to my house, I went out to the driveway to meet her. She got out of her car, handing me the bag from Subway, hugged me, then gave me a short kiss. Nancy must have told her something, I thought.
We went into the kitchen, and I set about getting some plates and condiments. Paula asked if there was something she could do to help. I told her to reach down into one of the lower cabinets to get a napkin holder. When she leaned forward, I had a clear view down her dress. All the way down, right to her sandals. As her dress fell away from her body, I could see her gently swinging tits, belly, and what looked to be a thick patch of dark hair between her thighs. This was way better than I expected, but then, the reality often is. She didn't catch on that I was looking, and we went on to have a pleasant lunch, though it was at times a little awkward, each of us knowing why she was there.
When we finished, Paula asked to use the bathroom, and I pointed her to it while I cleared up the wrappers and the couple of utensils we used. When I was done, she had finished and come out to the living room and was sitting on the sofa. She had just kicked off her sandals, and I had a clear view up her dress, though I don't think she was intentionally flashing me. What I saw was impressive, a thick, dark haired bush, which was hiding just a hint of labia. She looked up at me, still not realizing what I was seeing.
"Time for dessert??" Paula asked.
"I think so. I'm now wishing I had picked up some cheesecake."
Paula stood and smiled. "I think you'll like this better," she said, taking the hem of her dress and pulling it up and over her head. She tossed her dress on the arm of the sofa, put her hands on her hips, her left hip cocked to the side. She was wearing nothing but a pair of earrings and a gold wedding band.
I went quickly to her, and we kissed hard. She undid my belt and the snap on my shorts, then unzipped them. They dropped to the floor, revealing my rapidly hardening cock, which she began to stroke. Paula sank into the sofa, pulling me with her. I started to kneel in front of her, wanting to bury my face in her 70's porn star pubes-from the waist down, she looked like Christy Canyon; from the waist up wasn't too bad either-but she kept pulling me up. I took the hint, and moved up so I was hovering above her.
"Put it in me," Paula said quietly, drawing my cock to her dark thicket. I looked down to see the hair had parted, and her open labia were awaiting my entry. I put the head of my dick at her opening, teased her clit with the head a couple of times, making her jump, and pushed in, drawing a sigh as she felt the head spread her, then shoved deep. I pushed in steadily til I felt her cervix poking at my head. I stayed still a minute to let her get used to my cock filling her, then started to thrust, a steady pistoning in and out of her, my balls slapping her ass. I could feel the thick curls around her lips mashing into the hair around my cock as I banged into her.
We kissed as Paula picked up the pace of her own thrusting from under me, making our contact more forceful. She started to whimper as the pounding on her clit steadily moved toward orgasm. I felt her thighs wrap around me, and then the flood of juice as she came, letting out a yelp as she peaked. I stopped for a few minutes as she recovered, then pulled away. I stood her up, having her lean forward, her arms supporting her on the arm of the sofa as I turned her away from me.
I got in behind her, put my dick to her opening, now nicely framed amid the thick hair, and pushed in. I made sure to press the head along the front of her pussy, and slapped into her so that my balls would bang against her clit. Once I settled in, I started to bang her hard from behind. She'd already cum once, so she was primed. I hoped the steady swing of my balls on her clit would send her over the top.
I was right about Paula being primed. She came in less than three minutes, thrashing about me as I held my dick deep. Finally, she relaxed, falling away from me onto the sofa. She rolled over, now back in her original position, left leg up on the seat, right foot on the floor, only now her labia were wide open and red, her marvelous bush all wet and matted.
Paula looked up at me, exhaustion on her face. I could see her eyes watching my bobbing cock, fully engorged, sticking straight out. She reached for it, stroking as she pulled me to her. "No wonder Nancy let you get her pregnant twice." Her eyes met mine.
"I can do the same for you," I said, fully expecting Paula to take me up on the offer.
Paula smiled, and gave me a softer look, as if her heart was melting. "I'd love that, but I'm afraid that ship has sailed. I just turned 52; the clock has run out." She kissed me. "It's a nice idea, though. It would be funny for Nancy and me both to be pregnant with your baby at the same time," she said with a laugh.
