I wasn't surprised when Sandra invited me over for "dinner." I'd spotted her and her friend on the treadmills looking my way while I was doing squats. They laughed and pretended they weren't checking me out. I caught her eye a couple more times before she finally worked up the nerve to come over, blushing like a new bride.
This happens all the time. You'd be shocked how many horny women are at the gym, and my shorts don't leave much to the imagination. Of course, that works both ways. As she approached, I admired the curves contained within her sports bra and leggings.
We exchanged numbers, and I said I'd love to come over for a bite. Like I said, I wasn't surprised.
I
was
surprised when I arrived at her place and her husband answered the door. I mentally cursed and prepared to make an excuse why I was there, when he invited me in.
"You must be Rick," he said, sizing me up as he opened the door wide. "Come on in, Sandra's got our dinner ready."
The dude was short, round, and had a receding hairline. He reminded me of a weasel, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, looking like he'd caught me on my way to seduce his wife. Which was accurate, but still made me dislike him on sight.
He led me into the dining room, and gestured for me to sit. The vibe was super weird. I considered cutting my losses and just walking out the door, but before I could make up my mind, Sandra skipped into the room wearing an apron. She threw her arms around me and leaned in for a hug, pressing her chest against mine.
"I'm so glad you're here," she gushed when she let me go. "I was worried you wouldn't come." She caught me shooting a confused glance at her husband and laughed, squeezing my bicep. "Oh, don't worry about Fred, he always looks like that. He's glad you're here, too."
He sneered in a way that made me doubt that very much, but gestured again for me to sit. Confused, I took my seat and watched as Sandra brought out the meal. She set plates of healthy food for me and her. Chicken breast, quinoa, and spinach salad. In front of her husband, she set a heaping plate of lasagna, steaming and oozing melted cheese. He immediately tucked in, while Sandra hung up her apron and sat across from me.
I picked at my food and struggled through some truly painful small talk. I wasn't hungry because I hadn't thought we would actually be eating dinner. Fred took a long time to explain what he did for a living. Something confusing with computers and stocks. That explained their house, at least. Tastefully decorated (by Sandra, no doubt) and big enough for a family of five, though it was just them.
As I pushed some chicken around my plate, I was startled to feel Sandra's foot caressing my leg. I looked up to find her licking her lips and staring at me with clear hunger in her eyes. Her husband continued to blather on, oblivious, as her foot moved higher.
"Anyway, enough about the market." Fred rested his elbows on the table and raised an eyebrow conspiratorially. "Rick, you must be curious why you're here?"
"For dinner?" I said, dumbly, squeezing my knees around Sandra's foot to stop her advances.
"Ha! Indeed. But more than that. You see, my wife and I have a favor to ask you."
Oh, shit. They wanted a threesome. I glanced at Sandra, who bit her lip and continued struggling to touch my cock under the table. Fred grinned slyly. I started preparing to let them down gently and get the fuck out. Sandra looked like fun, but I wasn't interested in seeing Fred naked.
"It's like this. Sandra wants a baby, and the doctor recently told me I'm impotent."
"Oh?" I was thrown enough to drop my guard for a moment, which was long enough for Sandra to wriggle her foot between my thighs. She raised her eyebrows in triumph when she finally felt my bulge.
"Yeah, just one of those things, you know?" He shrugged. "Still, I'd do anything for my girl. She wants a baby? She's getting a baby. But we're not going to the clinic and getting some random spunk. I wanna know the source, if you know what I mean. So I asked her if she knew anyone who might make a good donor."
"And I said," she grinned, "there's a guy at the gym they call Big-Dick Rick."
I shot her a look. She responded by rubbing her sole against my cock, as if to say, "and now I know it's true."
"So I told her," Fred continued, unaware, "invite him over and let me look him in the eye. Now you're here, and I can see you fit the bill. So, here's the deal, slick. If we're gonna do this, I got two conditions."
"Uh, conditions?" I struggled to focus on what he was saying as Sandra slouched lower in her chair to more vigorously rub against me.
"First, I'm gonna watch."
"Uh, wait, what?" I grabbed her foot, trying to hold her still, but she just pushed harder. "You want to watch?"
"No, I said I'm
going
to watch. I'd rather not see another guy fuck my wife, but if it has to happen, I'm damn sure gonna monitor the situation. Make sure you keep it professional and don't get carried away, ya know?"
"Right, I guess that makes sense," I lied. "Professional."
"Second, you gotta do it in the butt."
"The butt?" I couldn't keep the confusion from my face. "But that--"
"--is going to take a lot longer to get pregnant." Sandra cut me off, grinning. "I warned him."
"I know, I know, but you're my wife," he gestured dismissively. "It's not right for another man to get to fuck you in the front. I don't care if it takes more attempts. You two'll do it from the rear, and that's final."
My jaw was on the floor. Were they playing a prank on me? He wanted me to get his wife pregnant with anal sex? Could Fred really be this clueless about basic biology? I looked between the two of them.
Fred crossed his arms, satisfied that he'd set the terms for the engagement and was therefore in control. Sandra just winked.
Oh my God. He really had no clue, and she was taking full advantage.
"So," she asked, "are you in?"
I thought about saying no. It was the smart move. This situation was fucked. How would Fred react when Sandra didn't get pregnant? How many times would he watch me fuck her before he figured it out? He looked like the kind of guy who kept a gun in the house for self-defense, and was looking for an excuse to use it.
On the other hand, my cock was quickly swelling as Sandra continued to rub it. I'd come here expecting to get lucky, and judging by the look in her eyes, she was gagging for it. Seemed rude to go home without letting her say hello. Plus, he
wanted
me to do it. We weren't sneaking around, exactly. Sandra bit her lip and put more pressure against my shaft.
"Fuck it," I shrugged. "I'm in."
"Nice," Sandra smiled. "I'm going to go get ready. Give me fifteen minutes before you come up. Fred, sweetie, why don't you get Rick here a bit of the good stuff?"
"Uh, sure," Fred said, barely suppressing a scowl as she gave him a kiss on the cheek and practically skipped out of the room. He walked to a well-stocked bar cart and poured two small glasses of dark brown liquid. I don't know shit about whiskey, but judging by the look on his face, "the good stuff" wasn't cheap. He looked a lot more jealous of me drinking his liquor than fucking his wife.
I took a sip. It burned going down. Fred watched expectantly. I tried to evaluate the flavor, thinking of something intelligent to say, but it tasted like every other whiskey I've ever had.
"Um, smoky," I ventured. "Complex."
Fred nodded, satisfied with my response. He inhaled deeply from his glass before taking a sip, closing his eyes to savor the experience. Then he proceeded to tell me about the types of barrels it was made in for fifteen excruciating minutes.
"Okay, boys, I'm ready!" Sandra called from upstairs.
Gratefully, I discarded my glass on the table and followed the sound of her voice. Fred followed hot on my heels, as if he were afraid to leave us alone for even a minute.
The master bedroom was impressive. The ceilings were astonishingly high, and tall windows let in the pink glow of the sunset. One door led to a bathroom, and another to a walk-in closet. Of course, my eyes were drawn to the king-size bed, and the gorgeous woman waiting for me.
Sandra had changed into some fancy lingerie. She was wearing something like a corset, with cups that barely covered her breasts. The straps of her thong rode high over her hips, and drew my eye down her curves. Pleased to see me looking, she licked her lips seductively.
Fred trailed me into the room, and made his way over to a chair placed in the far corner. He leaned back and continued to sip his whiskey, doing his best to look like he was in charge. I ignored him completely as Sandra crawled to the foot of the bed, gesturing for me to come closer.
As I approached, she got to her knees and put her hands on my chest. I unbuttoned my shirt, and she purred appreciatively, reaching inside to feel my pectoral muscles. While I shrugged my shirt off and let it fall to the floor, she was already reaching lower. When she ran her fingers over my shaft, she grinned.
"I'm eager to see what you're packing."
She continued to rub and fondle me as I undid my belt and pants. Eagerly, she helped me push them down until my cock popped out, drawing a surprised intake of breath. I wasn't hard yet, but I was getting there, and I'm used to this reaction. I kicked my shoes aside and finished undressing as she sized me up, imagining it erect, and how it would feel inside her.
"What do you think?" I grinned, wrapping one hand around the base and casually stroking it for her.
"It's so much bigger than..." She trailed off, eyes darting towards her husband. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, too distracted to notice her comment. She wasn't the only one impressed.
As I continued to stroke, she got closer, shamelessly fascinated. Cautiously, she reached out to touch it, and I let her take over. Slowly, she pumped up and down the length of it, feeling it grow in her hand. Closer and closer she moved, until it was almost touching her cheek as she inhaled my scent.
She looked up, as her lips brushed against me. I nodded, and she began to kiss up the length of my shaft. I was mostly hard now, and inhaled with anticipation as her tongue flicked out to tease my foreskin. When she finally parted her lips around the tip, I sighed happily and ran my fingers through her hair.
She eagerly set to work, determined to see how much of me she could take. Her lips sealed as she sucked my head into the heat of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around, and flicked against my opening. I groaned as she started to bob her head, still stroking as I throbbed to life, until my skin was stretched taut, and she was licking around the sensitive ridge.
I wrapped a hand around the back of her head, encouraging her to continue. She moaned happily as I pushed deeper. I bumped the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. God, she was good at this. I had a suspicion that Sandra had a wild past before she'd gotten married. As if sensing that thought, she reached under my balls and let a finger tickle my back door. I moaned loudly, and parted my legs, pushing a bit more enthusiastically, until she was forced to pull back, coughing.
She looked up at me with eyes full of lust, still pumping one hand on my throbbing shaft. Her chin was sloppy with drool, dripping down onto her cleavage. I growled and shoved my cock back in her mouth. She forced herself forward, taking me as deep as she could. She managed to take probably half my length. Her jaw was straining wide around my girth, but she was determined, moaning excitedly and rocking her head to work me deeper.
