Scott and I moved into the neighborhood six years ago beside Linda and her husband Bill. We immediately became friends with them and the couple who lived on the other side of us...Steve and Jenny. Linda came home early from work one day about six months ago and caught Bill fucking Jenny. She divorced him and now lives next door alone. Jenny said she loved Bill and divorced Steve and moved away to live with Bill. Steve now lives next door alone.
Our group of friends had dozens of parties every year and Jenny was always the life of the party...especially after she had a few too many drinks. On such occasions, the subject of sex often came up among the women, and she was quick to describe how huge Steve's dick was and how good it felt when he fucked her.
Steve is a handsome red headed well-built thirty-four year old man. He owns a hardware store and is better off financially than most other people in the neighborhood are. He also offers discounts at his store to everyone in the neighborhood. It's no wonder that everyone likes him, especially the women.
After Jenny's divorce, I figured she had been lying about the size of his dick. Why else would she want to fuck Bill when she had Steve? I was soon going to find out that she had been telling the truth. For the life of me, I still can't figure out why she gave that up for what Linda always called, "Bill's little dick."
Scott and I had what I figured was a normal sex life but over time I had lost the ability to have an orgasm except occasionally when he performed oral sex on me. I had heard that most women didn't have an orgasm, so what else was I to think except that it was normal?
I once confided my inability to have an orgasm to Jenny. She told me it was probably because Scott's dick was too short and had jokingly offered to loan Steve to me. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I sometimes suspected that too. I also didn't tell her that the sex scenario with Steve had sometimes crossed my mind while I was having sex with Scott.
When Scott and I were first married we had fantastic sex, but we had tried for a few years to have a baby without success. Finally, I convinced him to see a doctor who performed test that confirmed what I already suspected. He had a low sperm count and we would probably never be able to have a baby.
We both wanted to have children and discussed adoption as well as artificial insemination. I told him I didn't want to adopt or have children without personally knowing the background of the donor. We considered asking a few men that we knew to provide sperm but I nixed all of them for one reason or another. That of course was before Scott saw Steve in the shower at the gym and confirmed to me that he did have a huge dick.
After that confirmation, all that nonsense about personally knowing the donor's background went to the wayside. I instantly knew I would love to have Steve's baby and to hell with the artificial insemination part of it. It took more than six months to get up the nerve to tell Scott, but I knew better than to ask him if Steve could inseminate me the natural way. After Scott and Steve became good friends, I approached him about asking Steve to provide sperm for artificially inseminating me.
I told him Steve would be a perfect candidate because they both had red hair. We discussed it further and decided it wouldn't be such a good idea because he lived so close to us. However, the main reason was Jenny; we figured that even if she did allow me to have his baby, she would spread it all over the neighborhood.
Over the years, Scott and Steve had become best friends and shared and did everything together...well, they shared almost everything, but that was about to change to 'everything'. Steve had become more and more despondent since his divorce and Scott was understandably concerned about it. He wasn't eating properly and had lost a lot of weight.
Steve seldom felt like doing things with Scott that they both really used to enjoy, fishing, golfing, working out at the gym, and hanging out at the local bars with other friends. Of course, Jenny and I were usually with them at the bars. After the divorce, Scott had been visiting Steve almost every night to try and cheer him up, but he just continued to become more depressed. At first, I went with Scott to visit him but that didn't seem to help, so I gave up on that endeavor and let Scott visit him by himself.
One afternoon Scott came walking in from the mailbox with a rectangular box in his hand.
"What's in the box Scott," I inquisitively asked while reaching for it.
"It's a present for you dear. You might as well go ahead and open it," he said while grinning from ear to ear.
I shook the box and didn't hear anything, but I knew it would be something I would love because Scott knew me well and never bought me anything that I didn't like. I quickly tore the paper wrapping away and nearly fainted when I saw what was in the box under the wrapper.
"You're not using that big thing on me. What the hell do you think I am, a horse," I yelled as my eyes feasted on an eight-inch long two and a quarter inch wide realistic cyberskin vibrating dildo.
"Yes I am dear and I'm going to use it on you tonight," He resolutely responded.
"No you aren't, no way, no how," I emphatically replied but my instantly wet and twitching pussy was telling me that I wanted it, but nowhere near as much as I had sometimes wanted Steve's big cock. When we were visiting, my eyes would fixate on his handsome face and I would fantasize that he was fucking me. Jenny had described his dick as being even larger than the huge dildo that my gawking eyes now beheld.
That night during dinner, with thoughts of the dildo relegated to the back of my mind, Scott broached the subject of Steve's deteriorating condition.
"I'm really concerned about Steve. He appears to be going downhill faster every day," Scott said with a troubled look on his face.
"There's not much you can do if he doesn't want to be helped dear, but I'm sure he'll be ok in time," I said with a reassuring tone of voice.
"No, I doubt that honey; he feels dejected and alone...like his life is over. It's not so much that he misses Jenny, as it is the dejection; also, I'm sure he's horny as hell and really needs a good fuck. I'll go over and talk to him tonight but I guess you're right. I'll probably just be wasting my time but I don't want him to feel like I've deserted him," he said as he sighed, then stood up and walked next-door to check on Steve.
Scott was gone for about an hour, which gave me plenty of time to clean up the kitchen and relax for a few minutes. When he returned, I could tell by the expression on his face that he hadn't made any progress with Steve. We sat down at the kitchen table and tried to figure out how we could cheer Steve up.
"I don't know what I'm going to do about Steve. He just keeps falling deeper and deeper into depression," he said with a look of obvious concern on his face.
