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.
But when I heard the clink of metal and felt her slip handcuffs over one wrist, I was getting scared.
"We don't want you touching her so you can figure out who it is," she said, grabbing my wrist and directing me to comply. She cuffed my hands to the headboard, pinning me to the bed.
I already had no shirt on, and felt my wife grab my shorts and boxers and pull them off me, ostensibly to save the woman time. I had a partial erection already, which seemed to anger Emma too.
"Don't have too much fun with this, ok? This is a one shot deal," she said, finishing binding my feet to the footboard and throwing a sheet over me.
"I'll try to be bored," I laughed as she gave me a peck on the lips and disappeared out the bedroom door and down the stairs. I waited there, just a little uncomfortable.
Surprisingly, the fact that I was bound to the bed was turning me on. This wasn't going to be some mutual love-making session. This was going to be a woman using me for her sexual pleasure. I was only a toy to her. And that thought was arousing. I could feel my cock making a tent in the sheet.
I heard the doorbell ring and whispers of conversation. They kept their voices low to keep me from recognizing who it might be. Then I heard them coming up the stairs and walk into the room. I was shaking a little with fear and excitement as I imagined my wife giving the woman a look, telling her that this was not making her happy and that it would be only once. I imagined the woman looking down at the floor in embarrassment as she closed the door, hoping that this would be done and over with quickly.
I heard her move over to the bed and stand there, looking down at me.
"Hmmmm," she said softly, her eyes likely seeing the tenting of the sheet and she appreciated what she saw. I could hear her remove her clothes, laying them aside, and felt her move onto the bed. I felt the sheet slowly slide down and off my body, gliding along my shaft, making it even harder. I groaned softly, loving the feel.
"Mmmmm", she said again and I felt her hot breath on my shaft, followed by the soft touch of her fingers as they ran up and down my length. The bed moved a little and I imagined she was masturbating. My suspicions were confirmed as I heard her breathing increase into soft purrs. Her fingers kept stroking me, kept me hard and on edge the whole time.
I heard the click of a bottle top of some sort and then felt her wet, slick hand glide over me. She must've put some lubricant on me to help her slide me inside her. I felt her move over me, straddling my abdomen. One hand stroked my chest, sliding up my neck to my cheek and chin as she lowered herself onto me. She whimpered softly as inch by inch she pulled me inside her.
She put both hands on my chest and she raised and lowered herself, fucking me slowly. Her moans of pleasure only fueled my desire to fuck her more. Her pussy felt so tight on my shaft, squeezing me with every lovely insertion. I let her do all the work as she slowly built up steam, moving faster and faster, thrusting down harder onto me.
Her groans became louder and she tried to suppress them, but without much luck. I knew one thing about her... she was a vocal fuck. But that didn't give me enough to go on to recognize who it was.
It didn't take long for her to have an orgasm, but it was going to take more time for me. Her body was shaking as she continued fucking me, slowly, through and after her orgasm. Her gasps and whimpers told me she was very much enjoying herself.
I was hoping for something different, but she seemed to be of a one track mind. She simply kept fucking me, through several more orgasms, before I finally flooded her pussy. Slowly, she dismounted me at that point, and moved beside me on the bed. I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, but I envisioned her looking over my body longingly, as if she wanted more.
Then she got off the bed and got dressed. She kissed me on the lips and gave my cock a final stroke before she left the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, so I couldn't hear the interaction with my wife as she left.
