Tim and Leslie were having a party. Tim liked parties and threw one whenever and for whatever reason he could think of, Winter Solstice or just Friday night – maybe especially Friday night. The house was full of kids. The sounds of playing, running, fighting, crying and then making up echoed over our conversation. Tim smiled his giant smile, "I love having all you guys here, all of these kids! You guys are really lucky." The last comment was directed at Rich and Marie. Of all the couples, Rich and Marie did indeed seem the luckiest when it came to children. They had three between them. Andrea couldn't stay pregnant. She'd had three miscarriages in the past year. Leslie had early onset menopause and hadn't been able to get pregnant since her mid twenties. Luck or fate, Rich and Marie had been able to have kids. The running joke between the ladies had Marie carrying children for her less fortunate friends. For Rich, it was a sick joke. The last time Marie carried a child she had become distant, cold and totally uninterested in sex. It was one thing to give up sex for his own child, a totally different thing to give up sex for someone else's child.
Somehow the conversation came back around to Marie being a surrogate for Tim and Leslie. Rich had his usual protest. There was no way he wanted to be left to his own devices for another nine months. Marie's protest had to do with the method. For Marie it had to be totally clinical; the turkey baster method. Based on his grin, Tim most likely was thinking about the direct deposit method.
It's not that Tim was unattractive. He had an undeniably sexy, masculine aura. Maybe that was the problem. Marie was intimidated – afraid of falling in love with Tim. Even if depositing his seed into her womb were a totally mechanical act, Marie couldn't be sure that her feelings wouldn't betray her love for Rich. It was one thing to have a crush on another man, even to fantasize about him when her own husband made love to her, quite another to have his penis inside her with the sole intent to impregnate her. Marie wasn't sure that she could separate the act from the fantasy. She felt a tingle in her thighs that soon faded as the conversation drifted away from carrying Tim's baby.
It was Rich, inhibitions reduced by the alcohol swirling in his brain who turned the topic by exclaiming, "Tim, the only way I would agree to Marie carrying yours and Leslie's child is if Leslie would agree to make up the lost sex to me." Everyone laughed at that idea closing the topic once and for all.
Rich and Marie rode home in silence, their 17 year old child at the wheel. They staggered into their home and to their room, the bed inviting them for a comfortable sleep. Rich stripped down to bare skin and slipped between the cool sheets. Marie entered their bathroom and closed the door most of the way. Rich could hear the water running as she washed her face and got ready for bed. Sleep began to overcome Rich. The darkness and warmth of sleep swirled around him as he drifted off into slumber. Rich was vaguely aware of Marie slipping into bed beside him. His arm unconsciously and automatically curled over her naked body.
Marie turned towards her husband, "Rich. Are you awake?" She only got a muffled, "hmmph!" in reply. "Rich. I've been thinking about this whole baby thing." She ran her hand lightly across his chest. Rich was slowly becoming more conscious, becoming aware of a hand slowly massaging his limp penis. The more aware and awake he became, the more his erection began to rise in Marie's soft hand.
"Baby? Is that what I heard?" thought Rich, "did she say something about babies?" His eyes remained closed, his focus on the hand rubbing him to attention. Rich breathed in deeply, knowing that Marie would hear his breathe catch in his throat. Marie did indeed hear the catch, the deep sucking breathe that told her he was awake. Rich's cock became fully engorged in her hand. For Rich it was an uncommon pleasure, Marie's hand on his erection breaking free to caress his balls. Each time her hand strayed off his cock to cup his balls he could feel them contract up towards his body. She raked a fingernail across his perineum, not quite a scratch but more than a tickle. She opened her hand fully to palm Rich's scrotum and her fingertip strayed to the edge of his anus. His eyes were still closed as he breathed heavily in, the twitch in his anus contracted into his abdomen, his balls sucked closer into his body and his cock rose slightly at the touch.
Marie whispered, "Rich. I've been thinking about Tim's baby."
"What?" Rich began to feel deflated, but Marie's hand prevented his cock from collapsing under the weight of her words.
