Surrogate Wives Club

Surrogate Wives Club, Part 4 (rewritten)

The Surrogate Wives Club series (parts 1 to 3) has been very popular, and well accepted by regular readers of my work; I thank you all. After three parts, posted in 2017, I was constantly asked to write a 4

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episode to wrap it all up. Adding a final part years after the original seldom works for me. But I buckled to requests and wrote a 4

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part on the Surrogate Wives in 2021, four years on from the first 3 parts.

21 comments - nearly all negative - and low votes. You were all correct. I wrote a dud 4

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part which was a terrible effort to end the saga. It troubled me so much that last month, I decided to rewrite Part 4. I hope that you all find it to be a better ending to the series, but whatever you may think, it can't be any worse than that previous attempt, now permanently deleted. Here is the revised ending. You may need to read Parts 1 to 3 again to acquaint with the characters and the storyline.

Chapter Ten

Becky continues her side of the story

I may have only experienced big cock hot sex with Wally one day a year, but I do concede that, although infrequent, after my first session with the big man, I really looked forward to this special once-a-year day as each birthday approached. I knew it was wrong - it was adultery - and a wilful breach of my marriage vows. When we were done and Wally left after seven hours of wild sex, I was burdened with guilt

while waiting for Brad to arrive home from work.

I felt I was rebelling against my Catholic Church schooling when abstinence until marriage was drilled into us. We must be a virgin until two rings went onto our third finger, left hand or be damned to hell. So, in my own little way, my annual days of big-cock sex with Wally jolted me from my Catholic school shell and challenged society's traditional values of monogamy in marriage.

I had taken a once-a-year-lover... now he's dead and I feel deprived of one of life's special pleasures. Whereas being hit on by a couple of married guys at Lauren and Will's party would have shocked and repulsed me at one time, now I came away flattered and tempted.

So much so that a battle rages inside me as to what I want - and need - in my life these days. More and more, I am challenging the moral standards society enforces on us. I should still be entitled to having my secret little bit-on-the-side, fuelled by Brad's surprise revelation that he had Lauren, Stephanie and Juliette, all in the last month. Maybe I should become a card-carrying member of the Surrogate Wives.

What harm could there be? It is just another random male - most likely a stranger - who will lay me down and push that special part of his body inside my equally special sensitive recess. If we can bypass any emotions and each class it as purely a physical act in pursuit of sexual pleasure, then how is it wrong. Just searching for some variety after fifteen years of marriage. Am I ready to tell Brad of my changed outlook yet?

At last night's party, I found myself - the only woman - in an open discussion with three guys from the neighbourhood. I don't remember meeting any of those three previously and it seems they all live several streets away. The one on my left was the first to make the topic sex, although beginning innocently, "So, Becky, how do you enjoy life in this nice neighbourhood? How long have you been here?"

"It must be over five years now."

"That's quite a while, you must have settled in. Tell me, when you drive down your street and turn into the next one, do you ever look at the houses you're passing by and wonder what goes on behind those closed doors?"

"No, I can't say I have."

"You'd be surprised if you could see through those walls. There'd be lots of adultery, and maybe even some cross-dressers or nudists. I hear there's a lot of sex going on that's not between spouses."

"What are you saying? Are you suggesting extra-marital stuff, people cheating, having affairs?"

"I'm sure of it, all is not sweet family stuff once one goes behind closed doors. I hear there's at least one swinger's party most weekends."

"What makes you sure? Is this local gossip or do you have personal experience?"

"I'm not saying whether I've ever experienced anything. I do know though that there's a bunch of wives in this neighbourhood who willingly put out for horny local husbands who claim that wifey doesn't look after them at home."

"I wouldn't know about that," I lie, assuming that this man is referring to Wally's Surrogate Wives Club, which Lauren says is now run by Pauline. I wonder if he, or even the other two guys in this conversation, are members of the group. Are they running it by me to see if I'll admit to knowing about it, or even hoping that I'm a member?

"Would you join such a group if you were asked?" comes the question from the guy in the middle, who until this moment has left all the talking to the guy on the left. I don't know their names; they told me when this conversation started that they live a couple of streets from me. Maybe Lauren invited them to tonight's party because she's serviced one or all three of them.

I'm amused to see all three guys almost drool, each stealing lascivious downward glances at the ample expanse of bare breast flesh afforded by my light summery dress. It really is cut quite low in front, lower than I realised when I tried it on the store. But then I wasn't wearing this push-up bra that I have on tonight. I noticed more male attention than usual from the moment we walked in the door. I find it flattering, particularly since I'm approaching the big 4-0.

I start looking beyond this trio of men, hoping they'll get the message that I'm becoming bored with their sex talk. I manage to change the topic at my earliest opportunity. With more general subject matter, I stay a little longer but eventually excuse myself. I walk away, looking around for Brad or Lauren to rescue me from these horny neighbourhood males. But the third guy, the one on the right, who didn't contribute a single word to the conversation, follows me across the room. I turn into the vacant hallway, suddenly sensing this man behind me. He reaches out to stop me.

His hand on my shoulder, I spin around to face him.

"Err, Becky, isn't it?" he checks before continuing, "would you... err... do you think you'd ever consider... umm... what I'm trying to say is... err, about... you know, what Jerry was saying. Do you ever have any free time at home during the day?"

"Free time? What for?"

"Sex, like what Jerry was saying... for two neighbours to get together, a man and a woman, for consensual sex, having it with someone different. It does go on around here and quite well organised. You know what they say, variety is the spice of life. Sex with the same partner can become so routine, so dreary. Have you ever done that, or at least thought about it?"

"Are you propositioning me?" I guess my words come out in a strong accusatory tone because his smile quickly vanishes, and he looks up and down the hallway to see if anybody else is close enough to hear.

"I... um... I could be. I'd like to... you're a very beautiful woman. We could put in a very satisfying couple of hours together... you know, putting it in. Anytime really because I work from home and my wife works in the city. I have the house to myself all day. You could come around anytime. Would you be interested?"

"No thanks, I'm quite happy with the uncomplicated life I have." I turn on my heels and hurry off to the kitchen before he can say another word.

What an evening! He's not the only one to directly proposition me for sex. The guy who first brought up the topic, identified by his buddy as Jerry, comes up to me again late in the evening. Nearly everyone has consumed a lot of alcohol by then. The host, Will, has seen to that. Jerry gets his face quite close to mine to softly ask, "Would you ever consider joining that club I mentioned before? I think you'd be hot in bed and with the right guy, you'd enjoy yourself. Do you know Pauline?" he asks. While nodding I do, he adds, "She's taken over the club after Wally died and I know she's looking to recruit more women... and men."

If I'd been sober, I think I would have turned my back on him and walked away as soon as he told me I'd be hot in bed. But, emboldened by all I've had to drink, I stand my ground, "I'm guessing you believe you'd be the right guy then?"

"If the shoe fits, babe," and he gives an arrogant smile.

"I'm not interested, Jerry. I can see my lovely husband, Brad, standing just across the room. If he could hear you hitting on me so crudely, he'd take you outside and give you a belting."

My words don't seem to dent his confidence, "That's a shame, honey, you'd be so hot in bed... with the right man."

"It sounds like you must be a member of this supposed group?"

"Yeah, sure am. It's not just supposed, it's a great club."

Later, when Lauren takes me aside, supposedly to show me her crochet work, I tell her of the two guys hitting on me. "Oh, Becky, I'm not surprised, you are a lovely attractive woman. Only I know how reserved you are when it comes to sex. You are so beautiful, and you've retained such a good figure even after having two kids. I can see how guys lust after you. If only they knew."

"Lauren, you make it sound like I'm a goody two shoes, unwilling to get down and get dirty. That has been me, and yes, the sex that Brad and I have could be called clean and clinical. It suited me but I have to admit that even though I only had sex with Wally a very few times, once a year, I did get to love those special days. You will be surprised that I have been thinking a lot about expanding on the stuff that Brad and I do, tempted to let loose in the same uninhibited way I did with Wally. The only thing that holds me back is Brad could suspect I'd been with someone else."

"I'm so pleased to hear you are expanding your horizons, you need to break out and enjoy sex more. You know you should be in the club."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Lauren. I love Brad, and I'm hesitant to do anything that could jeopardise our loving marriage."

Lauren gives me a strange look after my last comment but before I can question why, she gets on to the party guest, Jerry, "Beck, if you ever do decide to join our club, don't let Pauline foist any dates with Jerry on you. He's become a favourite of hers, I don't know why. The one time I went with him, I thought he was a sleaze bag... very selfish in bed. I had to get myself off after he'd cum; he thinks he's god's gift to women, but I got nothing from the encounter."

"Thanks for the tip. What about his buddy, the tall quiet fellow?"

"Oh, that would be Chas. He's great, completely the opposite of Jerry. He has such a good-looking cock too... he's caring and considerate of the woman he's with. I'd recommend him anytime."

"What do you mean good-looking? How do cocks look good, Lauren? I might not have seen enough to judge, but to me, a cock is a cock.

"No, really, Beck, some are so much nicer looking and better feeling than others. I have a personal preference for circumcised, they look smoother and sleeker. But they are becoming rarer these days. Chas has a good one and bonus, he knows what to do with it."

"He hit on me too, but he was discrete about it. He left his buddies when I did and followed me into the hallway so he could ask in private without anyone seeing us talking."

"That is so him, the epitome of discretion, and a good lover too."

Living so close and knowing we'd be drinking; Brad and I left the car at home. We start the walk home, somewhat unsteadily. Alcohol has loosened my tongue, and I find myself telling Brad about two guys hitting on me. He's initially angry and wants to know who, but when we reach our house, he suppresses his anger, steering me straight to bed where we enjoy the best hot sex we've had in recent years.

I think telling Brad that two guys wanted me so much that they came right out and propositioned me turned him on. I'll admit it turns me on... I picture both guys in my mind while Brad does me. I am ripe and ready for a good solid fuck, and the excitement I feel with Brad comes close to how Wally and his exceptional cock made me feel. I'm guessing Brad is surprised by my wild reaction. I've always been so reserved with him, holding something back... but not this night.

My ultimatum on Sunday morning that we need to have a serious discussion on what Brad calls his indiscretions, while each of us are nursing hangovers, initially leads to a very heated argument, where we each say a lot of things that we could regret later. I am furious after recently drawing out of him the names of who he fucked as a new member of the stupid club. My best three friends... it was like he set out to deliberately hurt me. But I have to quell my anger after divulging that I too transgressed sexually by doing a deal with the devil, who just happened to be blessed with a large cock.

If nothing else, trying to figure out who carries the most guilt brings us both back to earth, mellowing the anger that at one time looked like getting out of hand. It is Brad who stands up, comes around the kitchen table and leans over to kiss me passionately - and with tongue. "Come on, let's go back to bed and have a little cuddle. We both need to calm down and work this thing out."

For a moment, I hesitate, unwilling to give in too easily. I want to still be angry at him, but my conscience reminds me I am equally culpable. I stand and my husband takes me back to bed. A

little cuddle

usually means full-on sex to him. I am ready for it again after last night's wild session upon returning home from the party.

No sooner does my head hit the pillow than Brad engages foreplay mode, kissing my lips, forcing them to open and I accept his roaming wet tongue. His hand is on the move too, fingers caressing nipples before moving on to separate my labia and play in my pussy juices. I've never been a fan of being fingered but I let him do it last night. I enjoyed it so much that I let him do it again and his fingers really get me going. My juices are flowing liberally, could our argument and shouting match contributed or am I still thinking of the two guys who hit on me?

We match last night's hot sex for intensity. Brad rolls me over for me to have some time on top, and that's how I get to enjoy my first orgasm, riding his lovely cock, controlling the pace and depth. Then, when things really heat up, he rolls us back over and plunges his driving cock into me at rapid pace, feeling like he's deeper than ever before. I finish with another big O as his cock spews cum toward my uterus.

"Wow! That was great!" I tell my husband enthusiastically. "How is it that we are suddenly having such great sex when our marriage is in crisis?"

"I don't know, honey, but I'm not complaining. I'm so horny for you that I reckon I'll be hard again in ten minutes, so don't you dare leave this bed."

He is as good as his word. Within ten minutes, Brad's cock is rock hard again and this time it's a marathon... he remains inside me - and erect - for what seems like a half-hour. It's beautiful and loving, such a slow but romantic event where we try out nearly every known position. While I've never been adventurous when it comes to sex, we get into positions that I never dreamed possible.

We sleep wrapped in each other's arms until midday. I am hungry when I wake but I don't want to leave this bed after our best sex in ages over the past twelve hours. I lay my head against his bony shoulder. Not all that comfortable but I relish the closeness and intimacy. He wakes too. I am curious and feel compelled to get more answers about his infidelity but hopefully we can do it without any more terse words, "Brad, why do you think you succumbed so easily when Pauline invited you to join the club after Wally's funeral?"

Fortunately, my husband answers me politely and in similar mellow tone to mine, "I don't know, honey, it was certainly not any lack of love for you. Thinking back, I guess she used all the right words. Made me feel good about myself, poured it on how so many of our neighbourhood friends had been waiting for me to join the club. I do feel horny a lot. I had dropped you off at school and Peter at the station for him to go to work. She did tempt me but even so, I drove by her house and thought about telling her no and dropping her there. But I didn't! I will always regret that I couldn't hold out. That led to me having your best friends too. All three were so accommodating, making me feel like they'd been waiting all this time for me to go to bed with them. It's been an incredible experience. I am extremely lucky that after admitting to all that, you and I are cosied up here in our bed after enjoying some of the best sex we've ever had."

"Amen to that, Brad. You said you have regrets, darling?"

"Of course I do. I was very selfish and dishonest to you. How about you with Wally? Any regrets for you?"

"Oh, the same of course. I shouldn't have gone down that path. My only pathetic excuse is I was drunk and set up by my best friends. But Wal himself was quite a coercive man, I suspect he put pressure on Lauren, Steph and Juliette to go home early so he could get me alone and work his magic. When I came back to the pool after saying goodbye to my friends, Wally persuaded me to have a swim with him. I didn't want to, but he was very insistent, dragged me to my feet and virtually pushed me into the pool."

"That was dangerous, honey. You said you'd had a lot to drink, you could have drowned."

"Yes, maybe, but he was around to save me. I did a couple of laps and became quickly exhausted. That's when I made my biggest mistake. Despite all I'd had to drink, I still recall it clearly although I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I leaned back against the pool wall at the deep end, treading water until I put my arms up along the pool edge. I didn't see how vulnerable that made me until too late. Wally came straight up and began kissing me. I couldn't push him away because I needed my arms spread out either side to stay afloat in the deep water. He was a good kisser, did it very passionately, then suggested we get out of the pool. We towelled ourselves down but then I saw his Speedos drop from under his towel and I knew he was now naked underneath."

"So, then he dropped his towel?"

"You guessed it. There it was, his pride and joy, a massive thick cock, they say it's nine or ten inches. But darling, it was thick too. Oh my god, what a tool."

"I suppose it's a silly question for me to ask if it felt different."

"Are you kidding me, Brad? Of course it did. Like I was impaled on a stake. But not one that you could get splinters from. This stake was smooth rounded human flesh. The way it filled me was thrilling... oh, I'm sorry, darling. I'm not putting yours down because I've always loved the sex we have."

"That's ok, honey, I think I understand, although not having a vagina and never being penetrated by a cock, I can't completely relate to what you experienced. I've watched porn and seen big cocks. It's remarkable that you were able to cope with it having only ever had average-sized me inside you."

"It was alarming that first time, but I will admit that I came to look forward to Wally's birthday approaching. Having him only one day a year made it a special occasion. But enough of Wally, that was just one different man, one different cock. Tell me how it was to have all three of my best friends, how different was each of them? I know they all like sex so I can imagine that they were very good at it."

"They were. But I emphasise that I had no say in who I got to be with. Pauline decided that, and she wouldn't even tell me who to expect. I remember the first time came about because you had your period. I was really horny. Sometimes when that happened, you'd give me a blow job and I'd sleep happily. But that night, you turned your back and went to sleep. Pauline had recruited me to the club only a few days earlier so at midnight I sent her an sms, asking if I could have a woman on my way to work next morning. She replied quickly with a confirmation and address. The address didn't mean anything but it turned out to be Steph's home. I was so surprised when I drove into her open garage and there was one of your besties standing silhouetted in the doorway."