The Favor 16

THE FAVOR

(Some cuckold content here. Maybe not all the normal kind.)

Martin Gellar was a little uneasy when his wife, Ellen, said, "Marty, we have to talk."

"What?" A little trepidation in his voice. She picked up on it. They'd been married twelve years and had two children in grade school. Marty was in fourth grade and Elise in second. Things were smooth on the surface, but Martin was lately unsure about Ellen. She had undergone a subtle change in attitude. More sure of herself around him. Bossy, almost. It wasn't like her, and it had been going on for some weeks. Now....a talk? On a Tuesday night.

But Ellen said, "It isn't a bad thing, Marty. I believe you'll really be pleased. But it's.....unusual."

He wasn't reassured. He repeated, "What?"

She started talking. They were sitting in the living room, across from each other in armchairs. Ellen was looking directly at her husband, gauging his reaction.

She said, "You know my friend Dixie? She's been...she and her husband Don have been trying for a child for some time now. And they're not getting any results. So we talk, you know. We're close."

"Yeah? Why do WE have to discuss them?"

"You look like Don."

"Her husband. I don't like him. I'm getting a bad feeling about this."

"I know he can be pushy. But you look like him. Same brown hair, and eyes. Same build. You could be brothers."

Martin was now hoping that what he saw coming down the pike was a fantasy. Not something Ellen and ditsy Dixie were going to propose. But no.....

"So? I never liked him. He's a jerk. He's always coming on to women. To you!"

"I don't take any of that seriously. He is a bit of a flirt. But that isn't what we're discussing."

"Just spit it out, Ellen. I sure hope it isn't what I'm thinking."

"I...she wants me to lend you to her. For a weekend. Next weekend." Ellen said it all in a rush, still looking at Martin, evaluating.

'You're saying she wants me to knock her up. Since he isn't doing the job. Is that really what she wants?"

"Yes. You'd enjoy it, I'm sure. She's very attractive." Ellen didn't seem very happy to say that.

"No." Martin was quite definite.

"Why not, Marty? For heaven's sake, it's not like she's asking for anything permanent. A weekend. Next Friday is her fertile period."

"Why are you agreeing to this? We made our vows. We promised to be exclusive."

"We can suspend that for a few days. Then, you know, we go back to that."

"How does Don feel about this?"

"He'll be in Philadelphia at a conference. There's no need for him to know. He'll be happy that she's pregnant, and he'll think it's his."

"Where would we do it?" Marty was now a little interested. Dixie was not the brightest woman, but she was sexy in a different way that Ellen. Rounder with pulchritude. Blonde. Ellen had dark hair and was slim.

But Marty was very, very leery about what was really happening here. He did not see that Ellen and Dixie, although friendly, were close enough for Ellen to agree to this. But maybe he had missed something.

"At their house. Don leaves Friday afternoon and won't be back until Monday afternoon."

"Would you come with me, to make sure me and Dixie don't fall in love?"

"Oh, Marty, don't be silly. I'll stay here. You'll have more fun that way."

Marty stood up and started pacing around the room. He was lost in thought. He looked at Ellen and said, "I need a walk. I'll be back." Then he put on a jacket and went out the door.

Ellen watched him walk away. Then she took out her phone and dialed Dixie's number.

Dixie answered, "Well, did he go for it?" She was sitting on her screen porch, away from Don, who was watching a soccer game. As it happened, Marty was strolling by when Dixie answered. He stopped by the porch and stepped into the shadows.

He heard Dixie say, "Why not? It seems like he'd jump at the chance."

A pause. Then, "He cannot possibly know all that. You're paranoid."

Another pause. Then, "No way. He's suspicious by nature."

A pause. "I bet I can convince him, babe. I can come over and make a personal request."

She said, "Bye." Disconnected. Marty moved a little and crouched down. He heard Dixie open the door and walk inside. As the door closed, he heard her say, "He isn't going for it yet." That was all he could hear.

But it was enough.

What he thought was that his wife wanted to fuck Don. She knew he wouldn't go for a swap, so she set this dumb shit up. He bet that if he went over to Dixie's house Friday, Don and Ellen would take advantage and hook up - somehow. He couldn't see the entire plan. He didn't believe that they'd just do it in his house. Although, the kids were going to day camp and sleeping with her folks for the next week. He felt like there was another shoe to drop.

If they didn't have young kids, he'd simply have tossed Ellen out on her ass. The house was his from his Uncle Marty, way before he married. But...they did have the kids.

So he decided to....tell Ellen that they had to talk. As he thought it through, he realized that if he declined, whatever plan they had would fall through.

He returned home. Ellen was waiting in the kitchen. She eyed him.

Marty said, "I'm afraid that I must decline. I'd be willing to contribute, as a sperm donor. In vitro. Not fucking."

Ellen frowned at him. "Why? Why decline the chance to sleep with a sexy woman, and no repercussions?"

"I expect that there would be repercussions. In fact, I believe it to be inevitable.""

"I swear, Marty, it won't bother me."

"Why not? What does that say about US?"

"It's just a favor for a close friend."

There came a knock at the door. Ellen scrambled to answer. It was....you guessed it.

Marty looked at Dixie. He smiled. She looked really great. Lots of curves. Short, low-cut dress. She didn't say anything. She just walked up to Marty and kissed him. A very hot hug and kiss.

Marty saw no reason to fight that. He wouldn't mind making out with Dixie, even if Ellen was watching. Especially if Ellen watched. But he wasn't going any further than a hot session, clothing on. He was determined.

Dixie was strong. As they hugged and kissed, she pulled Marty's hips into her and moved slowly around. Marty was aroused, of course.

Dixie could feel that. She whispered into his ear, "I want you so much. I want you to fuck me and knock me up." She wriggled some more.

Marty felt it coming. He didn't see any reason to hold back. He shoved back and forth, his cock rubbing on her belly through the clothing. And he came with a roar, clutching Dixie hard into himself.

Ellen and Dixie were shocked. When Marty stepped back, they could see a wet patch spreading across his groin.

He smiled. He said, "That was great. I guess I ought to change." He loped out of the room.

Dixie looked down at her dress. There was a small wet spot on her dress at the abdomen. Ellen saw that. Neither one could quite deal with what had happened.

Dixie said, "Maybe I should sponge this off, before it sets." They went into the kitchen and worked on the dress with a sponge. Of course, the wet spot spread, but, after all, it was now mostly water. But it had a whitish tinge and the dress was dark blue.

Marty walked into the kitchen and saw. He was wearing gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He was very fit and he looked good.

He said, "Sorry. I don't believe you'll be able to get that out while you're wearing the dress."

Dixie stared at him. She said, "You want me to take it off?"

"Of course I do. Anyway, I've seen you in a bikini."

"I don't have any underwear on, Marty. I came to seduce you. Well, to get you to agree about the weekend."

Marty said, "All the better. Your dress does need to be cleaned. Ellen, don't you agree?"

Ellen could see that the plan might still succeed. She had a reservation at a resort and spa for Friday through Sunday night. She already knew that Marty would be fucking Dixie then. What difference did it make if he started early? As long as she got her chance at Don. For a while now Don had been after her, and she wanted to try him out. She'd been antsy lately and thought she needed a change. Dixie was only too happy to swap. But Ellen knew that Marty would nix the deal.

She said, "Marty's right, Dixie. Give me the dress. I'll clean it up and maybe you and Marty can...."

Dixie was well and truly aroused now. She reached around and undid the clasp on the dress. She let it fall to the floor. Then she slowly bent over to pick it up, completely naked. She handed the dress to Ellen. Then she dropped down in front of Marty and forcefully pulled his gym shorts all the way down. He, too, was bereft of underwear. And he was fully erect. Dixie liked what she saw. And she saw no reason to be circumspect, given the plan the two women had hatched. She engulfed Marty's dick in one quick lunge. And she sucked, then licked.

Marty gave Ellen a smile as Dixie sucked his cock. Ellen was holding the dress. Then Dixie stood up and grabbed Marty by his cock. She dragged him upstairs to the main bedroom. She knew he'd last a good while, since he'd only just come in his pants.

Ellen watched all that. She found that she was aroused by the entire scene. She was stunned by that realization. She walked toward the laundry room with Dixie's dress. She used some stain remover and put it into the machine. As she came back into the kitchen she heard Dixie screaming, "Oh, God. Oh, my God. Unh, unh...ooooohhh."

Ellen felt the need. She sat down on a settee, reached into her panties and rubbed one off. A good one. There was not a hint of jealousy. She wondered what that said about HER.

They were still at it upstairs. She could hear. Bump, bump, bump..... Finally, it stopped, when Marty roared over Dixie's screams. Then silence.

After a few minutes they both came downstairs, naked and wet. Not from a shower, either. Dixie said, "I better get back to Don. He'll be worried." She giggled. She picked up her dress and put it on. Marty watched. He got hard again. Ellen moved between Marty and Dixie. She pushed Dixie toward the door. She said, "Wasn't that enough?"

Dixie said, "I'd like more, my friend. We'll discuss it." Then she sashayed out the walkway toward her house.

Ellen closed the door and leaned against it, looking at Marty. He had a hard on. She found that difficult to believe. But, you know, you have to strike while the iron is hot. She walked up to him, grabbed his cock and took him upstairs. She wanted it in the same soiled bed. That excited her.

Her excitement aroused Marty further. He thought that he might have a big problem with Ellen after Dixie's carnal visit. But nooooo! She practically raped him. She shoved him onto the bed and mounted him.

He decided that he simply had to relax and enjoy it. So, he did just that. For over twenty minutes, with Ellen repeatedly coming loudly, especially when he licked her nipples. Finally, he felt it again. No holding back. That was his new motto. Ellen passed out as he filled her. He kept her from falling off the bed, until she came around.

Marty said, "We still have to talk."

She pushed herself up and looked him in the eye. She said, "You can fuck her whenever you want if you fuck me like that after."

He smiled, "Would you like to watch?"

Ellen moaned, "Oh, yesss. Can I?"

"Maybe. We have to ask her how she'd feel about it. You know, I believe you're a natural cuckette." He started chuckling. "Who knows how many women I can have now."

Ellen said, "Just the one for now. And don't call me names."

"If the shoe fits...." He laughed again.

They got up and showered. Went back to bed naked. But Marty was worn down, and Ellen was sated.

Marty said, "I assume that you and Dixie had some plan for a swap." He felt Ellen go stiff.

She said, "Well....if you were plowing her, I thought it would be fair for Don to plow me."

"No. Not fair at all. I was about to nix the whole thing except she came over and....and...took me. You didn't object. So, I allowed myself to be taken. But it isn't turnabout."

"Okay. Well, maybe I was wrong to try it. But you made out so well."

He smiled. "Yep. Where were you gonna fuck Don? Not here."

"No. Sperling Resort. I have a room reserved. I paid already. I was gonna say I had to be away while you were knocking her up."

"But she wasn't really fertile, right?"

"I...well, I don't really know. I assume not. It, now I consider it, she came up with that idea."

Marty went, "Hmmm. We can ask her when I next fuck her."

"What if she is fertile?"

"Oh, jeez. That would be even more intense."

Ellen wasn't so sure about that. But the more she thought about it, the more aroused she became. She considered that she was some sort of pervert. She didn't care. The point was to have as many intense orgasms as she could. She was a selfish, narcissistic bitch, and she knew it. If being some sort of reverse cuckold was what got her off, well, okay. She knew that there were stories on the net about guys who liked to watch. Even to watch their wives get pregnant. She concluded that she'd really like to watch Marty fuck a baby into her voluptuous neighbor. She started rubbing herself. Marty was asleep by then. No surprise.

The next day when Marty and Don were at work, the two women went to a coffee shop at lunch and revised their plan.

First, Ellen asked Dixie if she really wanted Marty to impregnate her.

Dixie said, "Yes. I'm off the pill. I'd rather have his baby than Don's. Sorry."

"I didn't believe that was real, Dixie. You....tricked me."

"Yeah, and I sucked your husband's cock right in front of you and fucked him in your bed."

"I know. I should hate you for it. But it turned me on so much. When you left, I practically forced Marty. It was the best sex since my honeymoon."

"You're not angry?"

"No. I told him he could fuck you as many times as he wanted, if he fucked me after, like he did last night. I told him I wanted to watch."

"Oh. What did he say?"

"He said that was exciting, and he'd do it if you agreed."

"I agree. Tonight, in your bed, bitch!" Dixie laughed. But, surprisingly, so did Ellen.

That night Dixie told Don that Marty wouldn't agree to any swap. So, the plan for the weekend was off. Then she told him that she'd try to convince Marty again that evening, and she might be late.

Don said, "Are you going to fuck him?"

"So what if I do? I mean, you agreed to the swap."

Don nodded. He said, "But now I probably don't get a weekend with Ellen."

"True." Dixie went to Don. She hugged him. She said, "You know, last night with Marty we went way further than I said when I left. We fucked. Sorry. I thought it was the way to convince him."

Don's cock was hard as Dixie hugged him. She thought that might happen.

Don said, "I...I..."

Dixie said, "I can feel it, Don. If you're a good husband, I'll give you a nice blow job when I come back from their house. Or you can go down on me. Your choice. You can decide when I come back."

Then she kissed him and went out the door, with a new dress on. And nothing else.

When she got to Marty's house - that's how she thought of it now - he met her at the door, wearing only gym shorts. They were at it as soon as the door closed.

Dixie once again sucked Marty as he sat on the living room couch. Ellen watched from the recliner. When Dixie again led Marty to the bedroom, Ellen followed. Sahe watched Marty toss Dixie onto the martial bed and slowly enter her. She saw that Dixie was really, really into it. Marty fucked her for some time, and they each had a violent orgasm, ending that round.

Marty got up from the bed to clean himself. But Ellen was on her knees at the door. She said, "Let me do that for you." She licked some cum off the head of his cock and the n swallowed it. She sucked it clean. Clean and hard.

Dixie watched. She thought it was so hot. Ellen kept at Marty, as she pushed him back onto the bed. She straddled him and fucked him. She was excited that Dixie was watching. A true pervert.

Marty felt like the luckiest man in the world. Eventually Ellen coaxed another load from him. He lay back on the bed after, with Ellen on his right and Dixie on his left. They dozed. After an hour, Dixie reclaimed Marty. She pulled him between her legs and into her. They had a lazy session, until Marty was almost ready. Then it ended in a blaze.

Dixie got up after that. She put on her dress and shoes and went down the street to her house.

Ellen and Marty showered up, but he was done for the night.

Dixie went into her door and saw Don sitting in the glooming. He was naked, and when she looked at him, his cock rose.

She said, "Which will it be?" She sat in the armchair and spread her legs.

Don slowly went to his knees in front of his wife. He said, "You can never tell? Please?"

"That's up to me. Start licking." She had a wicked smile.

And he did.

Dixie felt so powerful as Don licked her clean. She had a very good orgasm. Then another.

After the second one, she reached down and wanked him off. He came in great spurts. She made him get a rag and clean it up.

They went upstairs. As they lay in bed, Dixie said, "I like the new relationship, Don. So do you."

He hesitated. He said, "Yes. But....I wouldn't want it to be obvious to everyone. And it doesn't mean I won't want a blow job. You know, every so often."

"Only Ellen and Marty will know." She laughed. "And I have no problem with the occasional blow job. Right now, if you want." He wanted.

Ellen, Marty and Dixie went for the weekend at the spa. Don stayed home, doing yard work and other chores at the two houses. Dixie's visits to Marty's house could not continue with the kids there. So, Marty would visit her. Don had to put up with it. But he didn't want to watch. He stayed in the kitchen. He could hear.

Don and Marty never got too close. Neither one liked the other. But Ellen and Dixie did get close. Besties. Despite everything. They had something in common.

Marty.

Dixie got pregnant during that first month. It was a boy. Little Donnie. He's two now. The couple has decided to have another.

Don and Ellen never were allowed to get it on.

The end.

(I wrote this kind of quickly. Came out different than I thought at the start.)