The Favor
It was a slow day at the office, with me spending a lot of time on the phone, talking to clients. They can be very annoying sometimes when they don't know what they want nor if they want to go the path I suggest to them. Sometimes, it takes several calls to actually sell them on the proposal and that can be tedious.
During my lunch break, I got a surprising call from my wife of fifteen years. She told me that she had something important to talk with me about when I got home. She said it wasn't anything necessarily bad, just important. I could tell that something was wrong for the past week, but didn't know how to broach the subject. Whatever it was, it was distracting her a bit.
I spent the rest of the day wondering what was wrong. I thought back over the past few weeks to see if I'd done something that might upset her. I went over things that happened with the kids and wondered if they'd upset her somehow. But nothing came to mind.
We'd been married for fifteen years now with two kids, Kyle ten and Beth eight. They were awesome, both pretty good looking and nice as could be. After Beth, we decided that we didn't want any more kids.
When I got home that night, the kids were gone, playing over at Jenna's, my wife's sister house. Emma, my wife, opened the front door for me and helped me inside. She took me by the hand and led me into the living room. I was so nervous and scared, absolutely not knowing what this was about. She had a worried look on her face, too, concerning me even more.
And her first words didn't help.
"You know I love you, right", she said, still holding my hand, sitting me down on the chair while she sat on the ottoman beside me.
"Of course I know," I said searching her eyes.
She took a deep breath. "And I know you've never cheated on me... you're the best husband anyone could ask for."
Ok, I was about ready to burst, wondering what this was all about. I had a feeling she was admitting to an affair or something.
"I guess the best way through this is to just do it," she said. "I have a girlfriend who's single. You've met her, but we don't need to identify who it is. Well, she wants to have a baby."
I sighed, relieved, but wondering what the hell all this had to do with me.
"She doesn't want a man in her life right now, but she wants a baby. And she adores our kids and wants... she wants to have... your... child."
Emma looked up at me, looking so scared. It took me a couple minutes to register exactly what she was asking of me. A friend wanting to have a baby is one thing, but to have my baby would mean... would mean... noooo, she couldn't really mean that.
"My baby?" I asked, in shock.
"She wants to have sex with you and have you give her a baby. We won't be responsible in any way."
She still sat there, just looking at me, wanting me to say something... anything....
"And you want this?" I asked, completely caught by surprise. "You want me to have sex with a friend of yours and get her pregnant?"
"I dunno," she said, unconvincingly. "I... I guess I do."
I sat just staring at her in disbelief. This was never something I expected. She was right. I never had an affair, had never had sex with anyone but her in the past seventeen years. I'd thought about it, I guess. I'd seen porn videos, read erotica, and had the occasional fantasy, but I never went through with anything. But, today, all that could change. And with her blessing.
"She's a great woman and this will help. It didn't sound like a big deal before now. It's just that we know you don't have any diseases and that you make great kids."
Then I did the unthinkable. I thought about her friends, thought about how sexy many of them were. I realized that I'd even fantasized about one or two of them, fantasies that could come true. And I agreed.
"I guess that'll be ok," I said in disbelief.
*****
I spent the next several days wondering which friend it was. Most of my wife's friends were unmarried and I'd only briefly met most of them, so it was difficult to determine. I had narrowed it down to about three women in particular and I would have no problem having sex with any of them.
Patty was a little younger than me, but had nice, large breasts. She kept in pretty good shape, maybe she had a little extra fat on her.
Beth definitely had too much weight on her. She'd had trouble getting dates lately, which she always attributed to her weight. She seemed to be a bit of a freak, so I figured she'd be extra fun.
Last of all was Ann, the youngest of all at twenty five. She knew Emma from work. I barely knew anything about her, but had seen her a couple times. She was a fitness nut and I knew she'd give me a heart attack in bed... but what a fun way to die.
*****
When Saturday finally arrived, I had a mixture of excitement, confusion, and fear. I had no idea what to expect from this woman and it somewhat bothered and excited me that my own wife was pimping me out to her friends.
I got cleaned up and wore my best cologne. Emma seemed a little upset that I was putting so much effort into this, but it was my skin on the line, not hers. She led me into our bedroom and I lay down. She pulled out a black cloth for a blindfold and tied it over my eyes. I expected her to do something like that, since she said the woman didn't want to be known.
