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Surrogate

By: oneiria



Marvin Pellingham knew that he had made the right choice when he saw the first client that walked through the door to the consulting room.

He had lied through his teeth on the job application, about his experience, his length, his age, everything. But who believed that 20-year-old male virgins would exist in this day and age?

Not Dr. Susan Huttenlocker, thank God. Marvin forced himself to shift his gaze momentarily from the client to Dr. Huttenlocker's magnificent thirty-year-old breasts. But only momentarily. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the client. She was a timid, withdrawn, mousy woman of about 25. She seemed to be even more nervous than he was. Her eyes were dark pools of anxiety, windows on a universe of pain. Marvin found himself immediately drawn to her. She walked over to the chair by Dr. Huttenlocker's desk and sat down.

"Cynthia, I would like you to meet Marvin," Dr. Huttenlocker said. "Do you remember that last time we talked about using a sexual surrogate? That's what Marvin is here for. He is very experienced, has worked at the Keiser Institute in Chicago and the Kundalini Center in Big Sur, California. I'm sure he will make you feel safe, won't you, Marvin?"

Marvin nodded and gulped. He had kind of made up the part about the Keiser Institute and the Kundalini Center on his resume. In fact, when he first saw Dr. Huttenlocker's want ad in the Free Press, he wasn't even sure what a sexual surrogate was. It sure did have a nice ring to it, though. Sounded like a very good job indeed. Marvin had immediately looked up the term in the dictionary. He had gotten the names of the Keiser Institute and the Kundalini Center through a quick internet search.

He hoped he was going to be able to pull this off. He really needed this job.

"You can touch Marvin, Cynthia. You can touch him anywhere. And he won't hurt you. He is not like your father. Marvin will not even move if you don't ask him to," Dr. Huttenlocker said in a soft soothing voice.

"Go ahead, touch him. Touch him there, Cynthia. You don't even have to open his pants if you don't want to.

"Go ahead, get closer to him."

Cynthia got up from her chair and began walking toward Marvin. Her moist eyes darted about nervously and glanced back at Dr Huttenlocker seeking relief.

"You're almost there, Cynthia. Go ahead and touch him. You can do it. He won't even move. Will you Marvin?

"Just lean back in your chair, Marvin, and let her touch you. Do not even move."

Marvin leaned back in the easy chair as Cynthia began to approach him. Her hand reached out tentatively, trembling. She was actually going to do it. She was going to touch Marvin where no woman had ever touched Marvin before. And he was actually going to get paid for it. Marvin's heart began to race faster. He felt himself grow hard as Cynthia's hand came closer to his trousers.

"Go ahead and do it, Cynthia. It is the only way to overcome your fear. Marvin won't bite. He won't do anything we don't tell him to do. You are perfectly safe here. Just reach out and touch him."

Cynthia hesitated, then reached out to place her fingertips lightly on Marvin's by-now-throbbing penis. Her touch felt electric, even though two layers of fabric separated his skin from Cynthia's trembling fingers.

"That's not a touch," Dr. Huttenlocker exclaimed, rising from her desk. She stretched her athletic body, displaying her magnificent breasts to even greater advantage, and then walked over to Marvin's chair. Marvin inhaled the subtle aroma of her perfume. It was even more enticing than yesterday's.

"This is a touch," she said, gently rubbing her hand up and down Marvin's straining shaft. She briefly held Marvin's aching balls before tracing her hand upwards again and wrapping the finger firmly around Marvin's rock-hard shaft, squeezing it firmly.

"That's what I call a touch. Now you try it, Cynthia. Go ahead, you can do it. I have faith in you."

Cynthia looked at Dr. Huttenlocker with those deep dark eyes, gulped, nodded, and reached out to grip Marvin's tool firmly in her hand. 

She was definitely getting the hang of it.

She even reached down to briefly cup Marvin's aching balls through his pants. Cynthia was surely giving it the old college try, Marvin thought.

"Now I want you to take him out," Dr. Huttenlocker told Cynthia, her bright blue eyes sparkling at her pupil's success. "Go ahead, unzip him."

A trace of fear showed through Cynthia's dark eyes as she tentatively reached out for the handle on Marvin's zipper. She began to gently tug it down, and Marvin found himself arching his back to afford her a straighter path down his crotch.

Cynthia managed to get the zipper all the way down without even a trace of a panic attack.

"Now I want you to take him out, Cynthia. Go ahead. Just relax. You can do this. Just take him out."

Cynthia ran her tongue across her lips as she pulled Marvin's jockey shorts down, exposing the tip of his shaft. The lip licking appeared to be more a nervous attempt to moisten her dry lips than the result of lustful thoughts aroused by holding Marvin's engorged member.

"Touch him, Cynthia. Touch his bare skin."

Cynthia reached out and touched the bare skin of Marvin's penis. He felt an electric charge go through his body as her long fingernails briefly traced their way around the hood of his shaft.

"That's not taking him out, Cynthia. This is taking him out," Dr. Huttenlocker said, as she yanked Marvin's jockey shorts down further, exposing the full length of his shaft and his balls.

"Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Go ahead, touch all of him."

The fear was even more evident in Cynthia's eyes, which were now partially hidden by her wild black hair. Nevertheless, she reached out to trace her fingers all the down Marvin's shaft and over his now-aching balls."

"Good, Cynthia. Very good. That wasn't so hard was it?" Dr. Huttenlocker asked. "Now I want you to undress him."

Now Cynthia's eyes grew wide with fear, and she began to shake her head back and forth.

"You can do it Cynthia. Look how far you have come. I will help you. Stand up, Marvin." 

Marvin stood up at best he could with his jockey shorts pulled halfway down his thighs and his organ jutting out like an artillery gun at full salute.

Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind him, and he could feel her pubis against his naked buttocks and her firm breasts pressed tightly against his back as she reached around to unbutton his shirt.

He swore he could feel her tongue on the nape of his neck right before she removed the shirt and pulled his tee shirt over his head. She ran her fingers briefly over the massive muscles of his back before giving him a congratulatory rub of the shoulders.

Cynthia was shrinking away from him, so Dr. Huttenlocker said, "I will make it easy for you, Cynthia. I will strap him to the chair so that he cannot move. He can't hurt you if he is strapped to a chair, now can he, Cynthia?"

Cynthia nodded, so Dr. Huttenlocker whispered softly, "Just sit down in the leather chair and relax, Marvin." 

Marvin did as he was told. The leather felt cold against his naked ass and back. Dr. Huttenlocker placed each of his arms on the armrest of the chair and tightened the leather straps around his wrists. Then she tightened another leather band around his chest. Marvin was now strapped in the chair, unable to move anything except his legs. 

"Isn't he beautiful, Cynthia? Don't you want to feel his chest?" 

Dr. Huttenlocker placed Cynthia's trembling hand on Marvin's chest and slowly moved it over his naked pectoral muscles and abdomen.

"Isn't the male body beautiful, Cynthia, when it is well taken care of?"

Dr. Huttenlocker removed her hand from Cynthia's wrist, and the shy young woman continued to move her hand up and down Marvin's naked torso, all the while staring into his eyes with her own dark orbs. She seemed to sense Marvin's own fear and smiled at him. 

"I want you to take off his shoes and socks now, Cynthia. You can do it. He can't hurt you now."

Cynthia seemed to need no coaxing and quickly bent to untie Marvin's shoes and peel his sock off his feet.

"Now I want you to pull his pants off him, Cynthia."

Again, the girl needed no further coaxing. She grabbed Marvin's jockey shorts and jeans and pulled them down his thighs, her face coming within inches of Marvin's rigid tool. He could feel her breath on his shaft as she yanked his trousers off of him. He arched himself upward to help her, his member nearly brushing her cheek as she pulled the pants down his calves and over his ankles.

Now Marvin was fully naked, strapped helpless in the chair, both excited and anxious to see what would come next.

"Why don't you show yourself to Marvin, Cynthia?"

The timid girl shook her head vigorously and seemed to withdraw.

"You have to get over your fears, Cynthia. You have to be able to show your body to a man. Marvin can't hurt you. You are perfectly safe. Are you embarrassed in front of me? Here, let me help you," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she slowly began to unbutton the front of her own dress.

"I will show you that you do not need to be afraid to be naked in front of a man. Also, if I am naked, you will feel less uncomfortable being naked in front of me."

Dr. Huttenlocker stepped out of her high heel shoes and let her dress and slip fall to the floor around her. Now she was wearing nothing but matching black bra and panties.

Marvin made a wild guess that Dr Huttenlocker did most of her shopping at Victoria's Secret.

The bra and panties soon joined the dress and slip on the floor next to Dr. Huttenlocker's shoes. Marvin could see quite clearly now that Dr. Huttenlocker was a natural blonde.

"See Cynthia, I am not afraid to stand naked before Marvin. I know he will not hurt me. Cannot hurt me. Now you try."

Cynthia shook her head. So Dr Huttenlocker said, "How about just your top, Cythnia? I know you feel about down there. You don't have to do anything about down there today. We have time. All the time in the world. But at least take off your top today. Make a first step."

Cynthia gulped, nodded, then pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was wearing a simple tan bra underneath.

"That too," commanded Dr. Huttenlocker. Cynthia slowly reached behind her back to unhook the bra. She let it fall to the floor. Marvin saw that her breasts were small but full and firm, with rose-colored nipples.

"Now, you have touched Marvin. I want you to let Marvin touch you. I want you to do this," Dr Huttenlocker said, as she climbed aboard Marvin's chair, straddling him. Marvin could feel the fur of her pubis as it pressed against his throbbing shaft. She moved to the side and placed the nipple of her right breast against Marvin's lips. 

"I want you to let him do this." she said as she pressed her breast into Marvin's mouth. "Suck it, Marvin," she said. "Suck it like a good little baby."

Marvin sucked, like a very good, very hungry little baby.

Dr. Huttenlocker moaned in pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying her work as much as Marvin was enjoying his. She rubbed her tit back and forth in his mouth before sliding over to offer Marvin the left breast, which he treated in the same fashion.

"You can take pleasure from a man. You do not always have to be the one to give. Sex can be ecstasy, Cythnia. It doesn't have to be painful, the way it was for you." Dr Huttenlocker kissed Marvin on the cheek as she slid off him.

"Now I want you to try," she told Cynthia. "After all, you are going to have to do this for your baby one day. Try it now. See how it feels. He can't hurt you. He can't grab you. He is strapped to a chair."

Cynthia nodded and climbed aboard the chair, straddling Marvin, her denim jeans pressing against his naked balls. She lifted her left breast and placed it in Marvin's mouth.

Marvin sensed that he should go more slowly than with the eager Dr. Huttonlocker, so he slowly traced his tongue around Cynthia's nipple, feeling it become erect in his mouth as he nibbled on it.

He took more of Cynthia's breast in his mouth as she grabbed the top of the chair and pressed herself more tightly against him, rubbing her breast up and down in his mouth.

She was soon moaning like Dr. Huttenlocker. Quickly she grabbed his head and forced his mouth over her other breast, riding him as though he were fucking her. The bare skin of her torso felt cool and soft against his own flesh, as she bounced on his lap and ground herself into him.

"Very good, Cynthia. Very, very good. I think we can go even further than we thought today. I want you to try taking him in your mouth."

Cynthia stopped in her rocking motion and looked fearfully at Dr. Huttenlocker. "I can't. I don't think I'm ready for that," she said.

"I know what they made you do, Cynthia. But the act can be beautiful. Here, let me show you how."

Cynthia climbed off Marvin, and Dr Huttlenlocker knelt before him, holding his aching organ up for examination with her thumb and index finger. "You have to lick them here, Cynthia," Dr. Huttenlocker said, indicating the underside of Marvin's shaft and the sensitive spot right beneath the helmet. If you lick them here, they are powerless. They will just lie back and let you work your will on them, even if they are not strapped down the way Marvin is. Here, I will show you."

Dr Huttenlocker held Marvin's prick out for Cynthia's examination, as she licked up and down the length of it. "It is fun to lick their balls too. You can take them right in your mouth," she told Cynthia as she ran her tongue over Marvin's balls. She quickly took the right and then the left one in her mouth, sucking them and running her tongue over them.

"Of course the most fun is to take them all the way inside, like this," she said, and she engulfed Marvin's prick in her mouth, her practiced tongue working its magic on Marvin. His whole body felt ready to explode. But he tried to save himself for Cynthia, despite the fact that this was the very first time a woman had ever taken him inside any part of her body. He knew Dr. Huttenlocker would want him to wait.

He was thankful that he was in the hands of a trained professional. He did not explode in Dr. Huttenlocker's mouth as he feared he would. Dr. Huttenlocker finally took her mouth off of him and told Cynthia, "Of course the most delicious part is when they squirt in your mouth. It is so warm and yummy. But I want to save that for you. It is your turn now."

Dr. Huttenlocker began rubbing Marvin's organ down with a damp cloth. "I am just cleaning him for you. Don't want you catching any colds from me. Of course, you don't have to worry about Marvin. He has been thoroughly tested for all relevant diseases. You won't get anything from him. Now go ahead. I know you can do this, Cynthia."

Cynthia knelt before Marvin, but looked back at Dr. Huttenlocker uncertainly.

Dr. Huttenlocker came around behind Cynthia and placed her hands on the timid woman's shoulders. 

"I know what they made you do, Cynthia. I know what you must be feeling. But you can do this, Cynthia. You have to do this, or you'll never get better," Dr Huttenlocker whispered in Cynthia's ear.

Dr. Huttenlocker's silky smooth blond tresses were now thoroughly mixed with Cynthia's scraggly dark hair and her breasts were pressed against Cythnia's naked back. Marvin could barely tell where one woman's body began and the other's ended.

"Just take the tip in your mouth, Cynthia. I will be right here with you. He can't hurt you. He is strapped to the chair," Dr. Huttenlocker whispered, and Cynthia began to lower her head upon Marvin's upright prick. Marvin thought he saw Dr. Huttenlocker flick her tongue in the young woman's ear and then briefly take her earlobe into her mouth. Sexologists must have a fairly liberal code of professional ethics, Marvin thought.

An electric charge seemed to go through Marvin's body as Cynthia lowered her mouth upon his organ. He was finally going to spend himself inside a woman's body, and he was glad that the first time was going to be with Cynthia. He felt her hurt, truly liked this young woman.

"Now glide your way down him," Dr. Huttenlocker breathed, her tongue never leaving Cythnia's earlobe.

Cynthia glided down him, and her breasts brushed against Marvin's naked thighs on the downstroke.

"Again," said Dr Huttenlocker, and Cynthia plunged her mouth down on him again. Cynthia grabbed his throbbing organ with her right hand. He could feel her fingernails scratching their way down his shaft and over his balls as she began to bob up and down on his engorged prick.

Cynthia seemed to really be getting into it now as she plunged up and down on his prick. Her right hand now enclosed his balls, which she squeezed intermittently as she sucked him. He could feel her sharp fingernails tracing their way around his balls, as she played with them like Rafael Nadal deciding which tennis ball to serve.

She took her mouth off Marvin's prick for a minute, gave him a mischievous smile and then lowered her mouth to his balls, her tongue tracing their way around them as she took them in her mouth alternately and sucked them gently.

Marvin wished he could reach down and stroke her hair, but his arms were strapped tightly to the chair.

She slowly traced her tongue over the front of his balls, up his shaft and then plunged Marvin into her mouth once again.

This time there was no gentleness as she sucked Marvin like a famished infant at its mother's breast and squeezed Marvin's balls in her right hand.

Marvin arched into her as best he could in his shackled position, as Cynthia continued to move her mouth and tongue rapidly up and down his prick.

Soon Dr. Huttenlocker was behind her again, resting her breasts against the girl's back protectively and licking her ear as the girl sucked more wildly on Marvin's prick.

Finally, Marvin's whole body went taut, and his legs locked in muscular tension as he came in Cynthia's mouth in a torrent that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before his in life. He seemed to come forever, but Cynthia did not release him from her mouth until every drop was spent.

She smiled at him when she finally came off him, his cum dripping from her cheek, and she looked at Dr. Huttenlocker and grinned. Both women laughed in delight.

Marvin sank back in his chair, his body glowing from head to toe. And to think that his high school guidance counselor had told him that he would happiest in a career as a city planner.

No, if he was certain of one thing in life, it was this. He had definitely made the right career choice at last. 

Surrogate



Self sacrifice is just self indulgence under another name. I told Marion I had read that somewhere and then stood up and let her help me off with my robe get me on the bed. She fastened my hair back while I applied some body lotion to the more sensitive areas before I let her position me, pushing a pillow under my pelvis and another under my head. She stood back as if inspecting a display and, still staring, went to the door, opened it and called him.  

She whispered to him and he walked purposefully towards the bed removing his own robe and showing off his splendid muscles. He certainly had a splendid body. Just looking at the handsome Roger had always awakened the female instincts, stirred the hormones into a frenzy.

I was nervous, shaking. I took a long, deep breath and slowly parted my legs. He lifted himself onto the bed, avoiding eye contact, and put his head between my thighs. Although I had run pictures through my mind in almost nightly sessions, this was not what I was expecting. I gave Marion a pleading look, then moaned as his tongue went from the bottom of my vulva to the top.

I think Marion was surprised. "He likes doing that – it gets him aroused." She said it quietly as though needing to reassure herself. She leaned across and adjusted the pillow. I lifted my head. All I could see was the top of his head as he sucked my labial lips, slowly pulling them, giving me an electric thrill made up of equal parts of pleasure and pain. I hadn't been expecting foreplay. I raised my hips off the bed but he put his hands on my thighs and pushed me back down before moving to lick my clitoris. His tongue moved in pleasurable circles until it reached my tiny bud. A flick across the top of it made me hiss. Marion took hold of one of my hands and pressed it in a reassuring grasp. "Sorry, he's just showing off."

My look said I wasn't minding it one bit.  My other hand, fingers spread, gripped the top of his head as he played with my clitoris. One of his fingers slid across my vulva, making me shiver. He twirled it in my wetness, dug through my folds of skin and pushed the finger into my opening. I stared up at Marion and she stared back. She pressed my hand again, more firmly this time, and said something to him – "get on with it" I imagined.

He ignored her. Another finger invaded my hole. He curled both fingers upwards and dragged them along the slick upper walls.  I wanted to tell Marion about the incredible sensations he had inspired but stopped myself and instead made muffled noises as I thrashed my head back and forth.

A third finger entered me and it was too much. I pushed hard against his head trying to stop the pleasure, aware that I should be feeling guilty for enjoying this. He held firm and started pumping his fingers into me making me squirm. I looked up at Marion questioning. A long wave of intense feeling flooded me.  Finally, he released me and I turned and flung my arms around Marion. 

He said something to Marion in a low voice. All I heard was the word "position". She held me and I let her slowly move me over onto my knees. "Are you ready? He's fired up and going in."

I grunted, staring down at the bed. "An injection."

He knelt behind me, wrapping his arms around me. An erect penis slid against my buttocks and wedged itself between my thighs. His breath was hot on my neck as he moved his hips, pressing forward.  Marion took my wrists as his penis probed inwards, making a path between my legs.

His crotch met my arse and sharp pubic hair scraped the skin. He sawed back and forth and I felt the slickness of my juice spreading between my thighs. Marion used one hand to move my left leg; immediately his penis responded by rubbing against my vaginal opening.  There was a pause of frightening anticipation. I seemed to have stopped breathing.

I sensed he was bracing himself, moving backwards and then, with a sudden forward thrust, he entered the vaginal door. I moaned, opened my eyes and looked at Marion. He pulled back then moved forward again, this time pushing his erection deep within me. I felt my thighs part, making way for his penis.  He was all the way in and I could feel the tip against my cervix. He took hold of my breasts and hugged me to him.

Marion was now lying half across the head of the bed, wide-eyed, staring at me. I heard her swallowing saliva, then heard his breath escape him in a rush as he settled within me.

"Not hurting I hope?" He was grunting the words. "Supposed to be... a good position."

"Just... just get... on with it."

He began a steady motion, pushing me forward against Marion with each thrust, pulling me back with each withdrawal. Our breathing rose as his tempo increased. He fingered my nipples then he pressed my breasts harder and started panting. His thrusting increased and his crotch slapped my bottom with each incoming plunge. I bucked back against him, twisting, flexing my vulva, and squeezing his penis with my vaginal muscles.  Marion took her hands away and reached back grabbing his buttocks, pulling them and him to me. Her voice seemed to come from the end of an echoing tunnel. "He's going to do..."

She didn't need to tell me as our movements were getting wilder and wilder. He gripped me tighter and tighter until suddenly he jammed himself deep in me, held still for breath-holding seconds before yanking back. A splash of hot semen hit my cervix. That triggered my orgasm and I pressed my lips together to avoid it being vocal.  I pushed back hard into him as he went forward into me, filling me with another stream of semen.

I shook and shivered as spasms tore through my body. His hand clenched and unclenched on my nipples and I felt him bite into my shoulder; a satisfied sigh as he pushed and delivered the last of his cream into me. He rolled backward, his sticky penis plopping out of me and making me gasp. I heard him draw in a series of heavy breaths then the mattress groaned as he got off the bed and went out of the door.

I lay there, face down into the bed, slowly extending my legs, enjoying the contractions, feeling semen dripping from me and sliding down the inside of my thighs. I rolled over and hugged Marion, nestling my face on her chest. "That's some husband you've got there."

She nodded. 

I smiled at her. "Is he always so passionate?"

She nodded again.

"He certainly enjoys fucking."

Another nod. 

"And he's fucking good at it; very generous with his sperm."

There were tears in her eyes and her mouth was trembling.

I pulled myself off the bed and gave her a hug. I patted my stomach. "You're my best friend and I just hope and pray I can do my part as a best friend."

She sat on the edge of the bed looking at the carpet. I stroked her hair. "Don't worry, if there's no result this time, we'll try again next month." I gave her another reassuring hug. "Truly, I'm looking forward to it. You can help me let out my blue dress in the front."

I put on the robe on and moved, eager to go to the bathroom. She was still sitting there staring down. I rubbed my finger down her back between her slender shoulder blades. "I am sure he was imagining it was you all the time. That's why he started with that tongue and finger stuff and why he chose that position. He didn't want to look directly at my face." I looked at Marion for signs that she might believe me but all I got was a long, sad sigh. "He's never done it like that with me – but I suppose he's read somewhere it will..." She didn't finish the sentence, got up slowly and moved to the window looking out into the garden. "Thank you."

Thinking about it in the shower, what else could she say? There had been my offer after her doctor's report and then an agreement. She had her agenda and I had mine. Except my agenda, code named Sexy Randy Roger, was private and still marked top secret. And I thought it best not to tell her it was not the first time he had used that position.



Surrogate



Chapter 1

He'd had that dream again, last night. He somehow knew he was near water and he could hear two people laughing at him. It was such a vague, silly dream that he had not thought to mention it to anyone, not even his wife...

***

They were already a good part of the way to their destination, when Derrick's Satnav flashed up an alert.

He glanced at it, frowned and said: "Paul. You haven't got anything better to do, have you?"

Paul, his companion on the journey, said in an amused tone of voice: "No, well, not really. Why? What's up?"

He replied: "There's been a bad smash on the motorway, two junctions ahead of us. I'll just get my satnav to work out an alternative route. If we take the next junction we should be able to take a detour and bypass the crash and get back on track. We'll be late, but at least we'll get there."

Half a minute later he groaned. "Oh, famous last words! The alternative route is also blocked. Looks like we would not be able to make it to the Northern office much before 6pm at the present rate. Instead of trying an alternative route, I'll get the next junction and rejoin the southbound traffic and head back to London."

He pointed to his hands free phone in its dashboard cradle. "Paul, mate, do me a favour, please? Call the office where our appointment is and tell them what's happened. Give them my apologies, too."

Paul keyed the number in and made the call. When he terminated the call he turned to Derrick and asked: "Do you want me to phone HQ and tell them what's happened?"

"Please!" his companion responded.

But when Paul tried to dial the number, nothing happened. He frowned. "Sorry, I think I just buggered your phone up!" he said, apologetically.

"Oh, no! Not again! It's nothing you did. I keep telling our IT people there's something wrong with that bloody phone! I think there's a faulty connection, somewhere. I'll go directly to IT, after lunch. Got some errands I might as well run, before I do that. What'll you do with your unexpected time back at the office?"

"If we get back by one, I might just go straight into my wife's office and take her out to lunch! She's been working on a number of special projects, recently. I worry that she's being overdoing it, these last twelve months. She always seems so tired."

Derrick paused for a few seconds, waiting until he had passed a caravan before he replied. "Sorry about that. But caravans always make me nervous out on the road! Yeah, your wife is the PA to Gary Briggs, the company CEO. I understand that you and Beth know Gary and his wife Sally, socially? Doesn't that cause any problems?"

Paul replied easily: "Well, you'd think it would, that it might, but it's made no difference between us. Well, no difference so far, that is. We generally keep work and pleasure separate."

Derrick accelerated past a garishly coloured Hackney Carriage before speaking again. "You going to phone your wife to tell her that you are already on the way back?"

"I'd love to," said Paul, grinning. "But guess who left his mobile phone in his briefcase in the boot?!"

"Ah, never mind. I'll pop in to see David Banning my line manager after lunch. He can call the people up north to reschedule the meeting."

He gave Paul a fleeting glance, quickly returning his eyes to the motorway that was taking them back toward London. "What about you? Who is your line manager, now?"

"It's still Gary. He's still the person I report to."

"Oh! I wondered if there'd been a demotion for you? After all, following all your high profile projects of the last few years it must seem a bit of a comedown, with you having to sit in on sales presentations and regional office meetings like the one I had planned for today."

"It's not a demotion, though I can see why it would look like it was. It's a bit of a curious one, I have to admit. Although I am not entirely certain about this, it's just what I have surmised, it seems that Gary got a bee in his bonnet about certain people who he felt were underperforming. 

"But he did not know what to do, as he was unsure if their failings were caused by them, or if they'd somehow been let down or failed in some way by the company training programme. 

"And as he had a big part in designing and implementing the training programme himself, he wanted to make sure everyone got a fair shake before appropriating any blame."

Derrick said "Yes... I see. I suppose that makes sense. Still, doesn't seem to be a good use of your skills. Unless he has an idea to somehow identify the root cause of the problem and get you to create a director-led programme to deal with it?"

Paul nodded, saying: "You could well be right, though he has said nothing about anything like that."

They then began to talk of non-work related matters, the chances of Aston Villa or Chelsea to win the cup, or the contenders in the Grand National, and other such topics men talk about on long, boring car journeys.

They got back to the North London suburban HQ of their employer, just before 1pm. Derrick parked the car and walked out of the car park to a nearby parade of shops, whilst Paul, briefcase in hand, entered the vast complex that made up the Hyperology Corporation.

There were several clusters of office buildings and a modest factory floor area where trial versions of the company's products were built for testing and for the designs to be finalised before they were to be constructed in the main manufacturing plant just outside Cheadle Hulme, near Manchester.

Paul dropped his briefcase in his office, noting that his attractive secretary Rhonda was already at lunch. Pity, he mused. She could have booked him and his wife, Beth, a table at one of the nearby restaurants. Still, no matter. There was a Wetherspoons in the High Street. No need to book there, he told himself. 

Besides, lunch with Beth would be good, even if it was a case of popping into the local Aldi store, grabbing some bread and cheeses and some of those dinky little bottles of wine with the screw caps and dining alfresco in the nearby park, that would still be magical, as far as Paul was concerned.

The offices of the senior executives of the Hyperology Corporation where all on the first floor. So it was a fairly short walk from Paul's office to the offices of his wife, Beth and of their boss, Gary. Gary and Beth had offices that were side by side, with a connecting door between them.

Paul walked into the outer office of Beth's assistant, Gill. When Gill saw Paul she froze. He failed to notice the stricken expression on her face. "Afternoon, Gill!" He said breezily, as he opened the door into Beth's office.

"Please don't go in Paul..." bleated Gill, but it was far too late. As Paul opened the door, he himself froze, as he saw Gary fucking his wife Beth on her desk. They were talking, or rather, shouting at each other as they fucked. "Does your pathetic husband fuck you like this?" "No, Gary! He doesn't! Only you fuck me this well!""Whose cunt is this?" "It's yours, my love, my handsome lover! Yours! All yours!"

Their heads both snapped round at the same instant as they realised they weren't alone. Gill said, in a quiet voice, "Beth! Your husband... is... you... I..." she stopped; suddenly realising she was talking utter bollocks.

Paul looked, but he did not look at the errant lovers, rather, he looked through them and beyond them. They returned his glassy-eyed stare, horror etched into their features, caught as they were in mid copulation.

Paul turned and lurched away. Nothing was said by anyone as he passed Gill without seeming to acknowledge her existence.

Presently, Rhonda returned to her office and she noticed that the door to Paul's office was open. She wondered who could have been in his office in her absence. Then she saw Paul, sat in his chair, it was up against the corner wall, far back from his large desk. 

"He looked so poorly that at first I thought he'd had a heart attack," she confided in a friend, later that day.

"Mr Augustine? Paul? Are you alright?"

She approached him and she noticed that he was staring blankly into space, and shivering so badly that his teeth were chattering.

She touched his neck to find his pulse. It was weak and rapid, his skin felt clammy and cold, she noticed that his breathing was rapid and shallow, his lips were blue.

She had worked as a nurse for several years before deciding to go into the corporate world and she had kept up her First Aid training so she knew that Paul wasn't actually suffering from a heart attack, as she'd first surmised. "Shock?" she thought to herself.

"Paul! Paul! Are you OK?" she asked, an edge of concern in her voice.

He slowly looked toward her, he answered haltingly, "No, Rhonda. I am not. I just found out that my marriage is over. I found out in the worst way possible."

The next several hours were a blur for Paul. Somehow Rhonda had managed to get him to drink a cup of hot, sweet tea ("how terribly fucking British!" he had thought) but the tea had, like all the books on old wives tales said, somehow helped him to feel better physically. But mentally? Not so much.

He knew he should speak with Beth, and with her lover and with his wife, Sally. Christ! That was going to be awkward! How to tell Sally that he and she were being cheated on?

Rhonda and someone else, a man, maybe Phil from Accounts, he couldn't be sure, had managed to get him home. They'd asked if he wanted them to stay, but he had politely waved them off. He wasn't sure what they knew and didn't want to risk breaking down in front of them.

He sat in his lounge, wondering what to do next. He wanted to phone his wife but found that he had not got his head around what he would be able to say to her, after what he had witnessed. 

Fifteen years of marriage? And all gone in an instant!

Then he became angry that Beth had not bothered to come to his office to see how he was feeling. Had not even bothered to phone him, let alone come home to check up on how he was. He believed that this told him this was because she really didn't care a fuck about him. 

She and Gary were probably together, laughing at him! That dream... could they have already really been laughing at him, together? Mocking him? Had he somehow read their thoughts? Seen into their dirty minds?

Although he wasn't one for drinking, he suddenly felt the urge for a drink. He looked in the drinks cabinet and noticed, right at the back, a litre bottle of vodka that someone --he couldn't recall who- had brought back with them on a holiday from Eastern Europe. Neither he or Beth particularly liked vodka so it had languished there for a couple of years.

He reached in and got the bottle out, snagging a tumbler at the same time. As he broke the paper seal on the bottle's neck he had another idea. A darker, nastier idea. He remembered something he'd read about in a school history lesson. It was what Sir Walter Raleigh had said as he had fondled the sharp blade of the axe that would take his life when he was executed: "'Tis a sharp remedy, but a sure one for all ills." 

He left the bottle and glass on the coffee table in the lounge and walked into the kitchen. He opened the drawer that they'd dubbed the medicine drawer, where all prescription and over-the-counter medicines were placed. He rummaged around in it until he found what he was looking for.

Out of force of habit he closed the drawer and walked back into the lounge. He stared at the bottle on the coffee table, then looked at the two packets one in his left hand, the other in his right.

"The cures for all ills" he said out loud. He filled the tumbler with vodka and opened both packets. Good. They were full. They'd serve his purpose. Be the sure remedy for all his ills.

He had a savage feeling of vengeance within him. He imagined what would happen. The two lovers would slink into the house. Then, they'd find his cold, dead body in the lounge. Bastards! That would teach them!

In his left hand, the super strong opiate painkillers Beth had been given when she had hurt her back and in his right hand, the sleeping tablets she'd also been prescribed. But she had used neither. 

He took a painkiller, then a good swallow of vodka. Then he took one of the sleeping tablets and another even bigger swallow of vodka. He took another painkiller, popped it in his mouth and reached for the vodka.

Chapter 2

Meanwhile, three very unhappy people were sitting in the dining room of the mansion-like house of Gary and Sally Briggs at 12, Damson Glade.

Sally spoke first. "Oh, you stupid, silly little shits! Of all the fucked up fucking things to do, you had to let him catch you together, screwing each other's brains out! Jesus Christ! What the hell was going on in your minds? As for you, Gary, you are the CEO of your own highly successful company, supposedly of superior intelligence, and yet you let your dick do your thinking for you and you allowed our very dear friend Paul to see you and his wife fucking!"

Gary shugged and swallowed a finger of Scotch before speaking. "Well, Sal, I know it sounds bad, but, well, it IS bad, but we were trying to be discrete about it, you know, but we kind of..."

"Completely buggered the whole thing up! Bloody hell! If your idea of discretion is fucking your lover on her desk with the door unlocked, then you have no chance! You do realise this will be all over the company by now?"

"Oh, Christ! Really?" asked Beth. 

"Yes, really!" responded Sally, her voice a little cross. "When we started this whole thing off, didn't we agree that we would not want or allow Paul to know anything about what was happening? "To protect him? 

"You... we... we all knew he'd never be OK with the idea of you two being fuck buddies, that we had to keep him out of the loop in order to keep him happy. And what do you two do? Out yourselves to him in the most callous, horrible, public way possible! 

"You humiliated him publicly and you broke his fucking heart, you idiots! You do realise he may never get over this? May never forgive us? Have either of you spoken with him?"

They shook their heads, saying nothing, like naughty children before the headmistress.

"Oh, really!" now the anger in her voice was palpable. "Beth, you at the very least should have made sure he was feeling OK... or at least asked him how he was feeling! Where is he now?"

Beth spoke up: "He is at home. Or at least I think he is. I got my secretary, Gill, to check. Apparently Rhonda his secretary and some man from accounts helped to get him home."

"Well, that's something, I suppose! Do you want to phone him, now?"

Beth shook her head. "No, I can't really think of anything to say to him."

Sally shot her a dirty look. "How about: "I'm sorry? How about that?"

Beth said: "But sorry for what? Sorry I am helping you and Gary out? No, I can't say I am sorry for that. Sorry I hurt him? Well, of course, yes, to that. But I feel too ashamed to phone him, yet."

Gary pulled out his mobile and made a call. He spoke into it: "Hi, Paul. This is Gary, here. Listen mate, what you saw... although what you saw must have been a terrible shock to you, please, you must believe me when I say we never intended to hurt you like that. And what you saw might... well, if you let me, us, explain to you what it was all about, I think it will answer some questions that you must have. Please don't think this has in any way harmed your marriage. Because it hasn't. Not really, not if you don't want it to.

"Please come to our house at ten am tomorrow and we will all have a decent, civilised chat about the situation. We do need to explain some stuff to you and speaking quite frankly, you do deserve an explanation."

The call had gone straight to the answerphone service of Paul's mobile. 

Whilst Gary was speaking, Paul had been busily and almost mechanically keeping to the routine that he had set himself: left hand, painkiller, swallow vodka, right hand, sleeping pill, swallow vodka, then repeat... 

Chapter 3

The next morning at 10am sharp, Paul rang the doorbell on the doorpost of the Briggs household.

An anxious looking Gary open the door and ushered him in. They walked from the hallway through the door on the right that went into the lounge.

The two women were waiting for him, sitting side by side. That puzzled Paul. He realised that if they could sit so closely together without tearing each other's hair out, that perhaps the message from Gary that he'd listened to at just before 8am had been correct when he had said that some stuff needed explaining. Paul stood, staring at them.

Gary stood awkwardly by his wife, it looked a little like one of those stiffly posed Victorian studio photographs. Paul said to them: "You three look like one of those bloody Victorian studio photographs. All very stiff and formal. Yet all the corruption and vileness just bubbling away beneath the surface."

They didn't know how to respond to his off the wall remark, so remained silent.

"Nothing to say, anyone?" said Paul. There was a sardonic and almost brutal quality in his voice that unnerved them, but especially Beth.

"Paul," said Beth, "this isn't like you. Where is my husband, my lovely, kind, gentle, warm, loving husband?"

"He's dead. You killed him." Said Paul, cruelly.

Beth buried her face in her hands and started to sob. Sally cuddled her, comforted her. Sally looked at Paul, hard. There was something strange, different about him. He hadn't shaved and he had a haunted look. He looked pale, deathly pale. 

She swallowed before speaking: "Paul, I know what you saw must have come as a terrible shock but... how are you? What did you do last night? Did you get any sleep at all? Have you eaten?"

Paul trembled before speaking. "No, I haven't eaten. Couldn't eat. Sleep? Not really. None to speak of. And as for what I did last night, well, I sort of got to feeling very sorry for myself and in a moment of madness I am sad to say that I tried to commit suicide by drinking a litre of vodka and downing two boxes of tablets. Unfortunately, I was let down at the last minute. It appears I overdid the vodka. It made me vomit up all the fucking pills."

They looked at him, appalled at what he had said. Gary was the first to react. "Oh... Christ! Oh, Paul, mate. I am so sorry! We knew that what you saw would have upset you, hurt you, but driving you to try to take your own life? Oh, fuck!"

Beth looked at him, tears streaming down her face. "But what would have happened when we found your dead body? What would we have done?"

"You'd have all laughed at me, again?" asked Paul, shrugging. They all looked puzzled at his remark.

Suddenly he felt very, very tired and he sat down in an easy chair that was facing them across the room.

He looked at them. "Why? How long?"

They looked at him, Sally spoke up, first. "Look, Paul, I realise that us all being in a group together facing you is all wrong. It must be ramping up your sense of betrayal and loss and making you feel so much worse. Can I come over and sit by you, please?"

Paul shrugged his acquiescence. Sally stood up and walked over to him. Paul, to his credit did not make the mistake of sitting down by Beth. He remained standing where he was, a silent observer.

Sally sat on the wide and well-padded right arm of the chair. She snuggled up to Paul, but he didn't respond. She put her left hand on his right hand and said: "Paul, I am so sorry for how things have worked out. But if you will let me explain how things got started and what has been going on, I hope that we can all move on and that we can help you and Beth stay together as a couple."

She squeezed his hand and said: "Remember in the early part of last year when I was rushed into a private clinic with a gynaecological condition? Well, they had to operate on me and as a result of the operation, which I think they botched, I became physically unable to ever have sex again. 




Surrogate



"I know that Gary is a very passionate man. He told me that he'd be perfectly OK with doing what he called the five finger samba, but I knew that with my problem with my epiglottis that I could not dare try to perform oral sex on Gary. 

"I knew he wouldn't want to, but I was frightened that he would stray, that he would have sex with someone else. Start an affair and perhaps even leave me. He assured me that he wouldn't and though I believed him, I still worried.

"I mentioned the problem to Beth when we were sat drinking tea one Sunday morning, I think you and Gary were out playing a round of golf, and she suddenly blurted out: 'I can help out, if you want. I can be your surrogate with Gary!'

"At first, I thought she was joking, but then she convinced me that she wasn't. We chatted about how we could bring it about. A couple of days later we mentioned the idea to Paul. He was in favour of it, of course.

"Pretty early on we decided that you would never be OK with the idea of lending your wife out, even if it were in such a good cause, so, and it pains me to tell you this, to admit to it, we decided to keep you in the dark on this.

"I am really so very sorry about that. But we were so sure that we could arrange things so that you would never know, that it wouldn't hurt you at all. But now, well, you are very hurt. We can all see that. The revelation that you tried to take your own life, well, that makes me feel so badly about what we did."

Paul glanced up, and then looked back down again. "When did it begin?"

Sally answered him: "It was twelve months ago. We decided that the first time would be at a barbecue that we held. If you remember it was a gloriously hot summer's day, we cooked and ate the food and we lounged by the pool and we drank. We... I am now somewhat ashamed to say that we spiked your drinks with something to put you out, to make you sleep. And, once you were asleep, Gary and Beth stood up. Beth came to you, kissed your head, whispered that she loved you and then she and Gary walked into the house, hand in hand. Before they entered through the patio doors, Gary turned and asked me if I wanted to come with them and watch? I said that it would be unwise to leave you alone, as you'd been drugged. They nodded and went indoors." She paused, the memory haunting her. 

Paul looked even sicker. "Then what happened?"

She shook herself before continuing: "I stayed with you, I thought I owed you that much, at least. I held your hand and I stroked your head, I apologised to you for what we were doing to you, with your wife. I think I even cried, a little bit. I suddenly felt very guilty. After all, you were there, so very vulnerable. You were our good, very good, dear friend and we were betraying your trust.

"I felt it was my duty to watch over you to make sure nothing bad happened to you. I mean, how would we had felt if we'd all been indoors, with me watching my husband fucking your wife, and you'd come round and staggered into the pool and drowned? Or had choked on your own vomit?"

Paul shook his head. "Maybe it would have been better if I had just died, then? After all, if I'd died at your poolside I'd never have known that Beth was sleeping around on me."

Beth gasped: "But I don't want you dead! And I am not sleeping around on you; I am just sleeping with Gary."

Paul again shook his head. "Sleeping around in the plural or the singular is still sleeping around."

Paul stared directly ahead. "What happened, that first time?"

Gary and Beth exchanged glances. "We left you with Sally, then we went in doors and we made love in the guest room. I didn't think it fair on Sally to use our marital bed," said Paul.

Paul looked at them, before speaking again. "What happened when you came out?"

We walked back to the back garden; Sally was sat at your side, holding your hand."

Paul whispered, "Did you laugh at me when you saw me?"

"No!" Shouted Beth. "We didn't! What makes you think we'd do that?" She sounded distressed.

"That's not true, Beth," Sally's voice sounded tired. "When you came back to the poolside, you both did laugh at Paul. I told you off, and you both became quite contrite. You explained that you laughed mainly out of embarrassment, but also because you found the sight of him, lying there, dozing in the late afternoon sun, amusing."

She looked at Paul, pensively. "Why did you ask that? Did you have a reason?"

He told them off the recurring dream of being near water, and people laughing at him.

They looked at him, they were all stunned and somewhat ashamed of themselves. 

He shook Sally's hand from his. "I can't believe that you would risk my life by drugging me! For fuck's sake! None of you are medically qualified! You could quite easily have killed me! Didn't you stop to consider that?"

They shook their heads, obviously they hadn't thought about that.

Sally took his hand, again. "I am sorry, Paul. I really am. We didn't think that your life could be in danger. Gary had bought the drug from a reputable online source, so we did our best to protect you, protect your health."

Gary spoke up: "Look, we also did our best to protect your marriage, too. I, well, we all talked and we realised that if you weren't getting any exclusive time with Beth, that this might hurt your marriage, so we made sure that we never had sex at your house, only either here, or at work, or in a hotel room. And we worked out that we should let Beth be yours exclusively, every weekend."

Beth chimed in, then: "And that's why I began the idea of you and me only having sex at weekends, because I did not think it right with my husband following my lover in bed with me, doing it, I mean having sex with me on the same day. Because, as hard as this might be for you to accept, it was never a cuckolding thing, this... relationship... of ours, mine and Gary. It was something separate from our married life. There was never any intention to humiliate you, in any way. You must believe me, you must believe us!"

"Fucking, hell!" Muttered Paul, loudly. "You just don't get it! How fucking patronising and condescending of you three shits! You allowed me to have the full and exclusive use of my wife at weekends, after you had been banging her like a rusty gate all through the fucking week? Shit! Don't you realise, Gary, that having my wife 5 days a week to my 2 made this whole thing fucking utterly unbalanced and completely unfair on me? Even if I had agreed to this, had known about it?

"And you say it was not your intention to humiliate me? Well, with you two fucking on Beth's desk, with your poor secretary knowing what you were doing, with her seeing how broken my discovery of you fucking around on me made me... hearing the nasty, vile things you said about me... how humiliating was that, do you think?"

Gary shook his head. "Sorry, that shouldn't have happened. And what I said about you being Beth's pathetic husband, I didn't mean it. That was just silliness on my part."

Paul looked at him, then scanned his eyes to the other two, settling his gaze on his wife. "And the kicker is, most people at work knew even before I did." He saw their surprised expression. 

"Oh, yes. Beth, there was your secretary, she knew. And I have wondered why people on the shop floor were whistling that Laurel and Hardy theme, the March of the Cuckoos when they saw me? And why some people took to nicknaming me Cookie?

Beth looked bemused. "I'm sorry, honey, I don't understand... why'd they do that?"

Gary went red in the face and Sally gasped. Sally said: "Oh, my God! That's... dreadful! How could they have known?"

Paul replied: "Because you weren't as careful and as discrete as you should have been, were you? And for your information, Beth, they were mocking and deriding me as a cuckold, humiliating me without me knowing why!

"And even people who didn't know, they thought I'd been demoted because of the fact I kept having to go out to act as a useless shadow on lots of sales and engineering calls. Well, now they'll be able to surmise that the real reason I lost all my interesting project work was because my boss wanted me out of the way so that he could fuck my bloody wife!"

He stood up. "I am sorry. I can't cope with this, any more. I am going home."

Beth stood up too, making a move toward him. She looked anxious. "You are looking after yourself, Paul, aren't you? You are feeding yourself?"

He gave her a withering look. "Yeah, right! Like you care a fuck about me!" Beth gasped and choked back a sob.

He turned to Sally, who was now standing slightly back from him. "Sally, despite your part in this, I do feel sorry for you. I really do. You thought they were only doing this so she could be your sexual surrogate, right?"

Sally nodded. Paul continued: "But that's not actually true now, is it? They are having a hot and torrid love affair. They aren't fuckbuddies, any longer, you poor idiot! They are lovers! Hot blooded, cold hearted lovers!"

He stormed out of the house and returned home.

Chapter 4

The next several days were something of a blur for Paul. He saw no one, spoke with no one. He unplugged or turned off all the phones.

He had drunk the drinks cabinet dry and was sat at the kitchen table, a mug of water in front of him, when the doorbell sounded. Automatically, but less than willingly, his feet moved to the door. He hoped it was the Mormon missionaries or the Jehovah's Witnesses' as he could tell them to go away. He hoped above hope that it wasn't Beth, or someone he knew.

When he opened the door he was shocked to see his Secretary Rhonda standing on his doorstep. Actually, he wasn't sure if she was still his secretary. He didn't know if he still had a job and cared even less, for that matter.

"Can I come in, please, Paul?" she asked, kindly.

"Yes, sorry Rhonda, where are my manners? Sorry. Please come in."

Rhonda closed the door behind her and she looked at Paul and could have wept at what she saw. He was scruffy, unkempt and smelt like he was in desperate need of a shower. And he looked thinner. 

Paul ushered her into the lounge of the house, somehow it didn't seem like a home, any more, she sensed this.

"Paul, when did you last eat a meal?"

He looked puzzled. "I can't exactly recall. Last time I ate? Oh, I had breakfast with Beth this morn..." he shook his head, bewildered. "No, that was on the morning of my trip up North. When was that?"

"Oh, Paul!" she was horrified. "That trip of yours was last Thursday! You haven't eaten in seven days!"

She noticed a discarded biscuit wrapper on the table. "And you have just subsisted on biscuits and nibbles, haven't you?"

He looked at her... and suddenly he lost it. He did what he had been too ashamed to do before the eyes of those who had cuckolded him. He broke down in heart-rending sobs.

Rhonda hugged him to herself and allowed him to cry himself out. "Christ, you need this, don't you, you poor, poor soul? What the hell did those bastards do to you?"

He sat down on the sofa, she sat down, next to him. She noticed that he hadn't shaved in a week, that his hair was unwashed and that he smelt sour. The skin of his face, beneath his beard seemed to be hanging loosely. He had aged terribly.

He haltingly explained to Rhonda all that had happened, leaving out no details. 

At the end of his story, Rhonda threw her hands up in horror. "The rotten, slimy, no-good bastards!" She shouted. "How they could treat you, someone they love, or claim to love, like that, God alone knows!

"You are coming home with me! Pack some clothes. And your shaving gear and a toothbrush! You'll stay at mine!"

When the arrived at Rhonda's house, Paul noticed how nice it was. It was cosy and it was a real home. Paul knew she was widowed and that her son lived in the States. He did something in Silicon Valley and had been there for several years, and, according to Rhonda, was doing all right for himself.

After he had showered and shaved, Paul dressed in some of the clothing he'd bought with him from his house.

"Sit down, Paul," she said, smiling at him. "I am going to get you to eat something. It's a dish my Granny Mary who was from Lancashire made for us, when we were ill. It's called pobs. Basically, it's bread in hot milk, with cinnamon and a bit of sugar. It's what they give you when you have been poorly and haven't been eating."

He took a spoonful, ate it and said: "Oh, wow! That's delicious!" He ate it cautiously, knowing instinctively that eating quickly might make him sick.

When he had finished she said: "I think the best thing for you would be to try and get a good night's sleep. Then I'll get you some breakfast. You can sleep in my spare room. I made the bed up while you were showering. We can talk in the morning. But now, it's time I helped you find some things out."

"Oh?" he said, intrigued.

"Yes. The problem with cheaters is that they even cheat on each other. I mean, it is quite possible that Gary is having sex with multiple partners. Had you thought about that? The fact that your 'loving wife' might have brought an STD home for you?"

"Oh, shit! No! I have to get myself tested at the STD clinic!" shouted Paul, obviously anguished by the thought. "Stop panicking!" said Rhonda, firmly. "We don't have to do that. I doubt you'll remember this, but my sister Dotty works at a medical supply wholesaler. I asked her to bring me a full STD home test kit. It will test for everything, including HIV. It's an experimental unit; you no longer have to send a sample away to the lab. It does it all for you overnight. It will give you, us, the results in the morning. I doubt you have anything, but you can never be too careful."

He kissed her cheek and whispered: "Thank you, Rhonda. Thank you so very much."

She used a stylus to obtain a sample of blood from a pinprick on his right arm, dipped a test strip in his blood and placed it inside the unit.

That night, for the first time since he had discovered Gary fucking Beth, he had a reasonable night's sleep and didn't have that horrible scene playing in his mind over and over.

The next morning after he had shaved and showered again, he sat down at Rhonda's breakfast table and ate an omelette with some toast. Another good, simple meal. He was pleased to be brought gently back into the habit of eating.

Rhonda showed Paul the results of the test on a printout from her laptop that was plugged into the home STD tester. "Thank God! I am clear! Oh, Rhonda! That's such a weight off my mind!"

She smiled at him and said: "Oh, I am just pleased I was able to help you."

He looked at Rhonda and it was as if he was seeing her for the first time. She was ten years older than he and Beth, yet he suddenly realised how beautiful she was. Then he noticed that her breasts were large, much larger than Beth's (who had a decent pair on her, it had to be acknowledged) and that Rhonda had a deep and rather inviting cleavage. 

"What are you staring at, Paul?" she asked him, amused by his intent expression.

He paused, wondering how to deal with being found out. He decided that honesty would be the best policy. "Umm... I was looking at your breasts."

Rhonda giggled, and went a bit red. "Oh, really? These old things?" she made them jiggle. "I've had them for ages! And you've only just noticed them?"

"Oh, no!" said Paul, sincerely. "I have always noticed them, but I never realised how cute they are, before."

The situation was starting to run away, like a train that was suddenly gathering speed. Rhonda's mind was saying: "Don't stare at my tits! You are a married man and I am a widow!" Somehow those words didn't come out right. What she heard coming from her lips were: "Oh, Paul! Do you really like them? Would you like to see a bit more of them?"

He nodded, dumbly. Before the Little Miss Sensible side of her could hold sway, she swiftly pulled her top over her head, and Paul actually gasped as her breasts quivered and shook as they became free of the restraints of her top.

"Bloody Hell!" He shouted. "Rhonda, I was mistaken! Your tits aren't big! They're fucking HUGE!"

She burst out laughing. "You like?" she said, coyly.

"Oh, God, yes!" He enthused. "I hope you won't be offended, but... Rhonda, could you please take your bra off for me?"

She shook he head, which made her breasts shiver deliciously." No, I'd rather not. Gravity hasn't been kind to the girls. They tend to hang down a bit, now."

She saw him gulp rather like a dog in a TV cartoon. It was several seconds before he responded, with a tremor in his voice. "They... hang down, a bit?"

"Yes, they do. You sound as if you like that idea. Do you?"

"Oh, god, yes! I do! Please take your bra off for me. Please!" There was a touch of desperation in his voice that turned Rhonda on, if she were honest with herself.

"OK, but please don't be disappointed, OK?"

He shook his head muttering: "I won't be!"

The bra came off, was placed on the table and Paul stared at Rhonda's breasts as he sat before him. 

"Please, lean forward for me!" he gasped out.

She did, and she noticed the look of animal lust in his eyes, and she suddenly realised that she was becoming sexually excited. Moist!

She made her breasts sway, from side to side. He gasped. And after ten years of totally celibate widowhood, Rhonda wanted a fuck. Now! 

"Paul," she said, hesitantly, "you have fired something up in me. Could you please come up to my bedroom? I want you to make love with me."

Paul stood up. He looked at Rhonda, and she noticed that his erection was obscenely forcing a bulge in his trousers.

"Oh, God, yes, Rhonda! Please! Just lead the way!"

Within a minute they were in Rhonda's bedroom. Paul liked it very much and told her so.

He noticed a photograph of a smiling younger version of Rhonda with a handsome young man in an RAF pilot's uniform. "Is that you with your husband," he asked, casually.

"Yes. That's Pete and I. He was an RAF fighter pilot during the first Gulf war. Oddly enough it wasn't his service that killed him, he somehow developed COPD and he died in my arms in hospital. He was only 38."

Tears glisten in her eyes. She hadn't spoken to anyone about her Pete in a long while, so to be talking about him to a man she was about to have sex with was a bit bizarre, to be frank. 

Paul sensed her inner turmoil. He looked at the photograph and said, gently: "He looked like a really good bloke. You must have been very happy together."

A look of pain passed over her face. She nodded, unable to speak.

"Pete need not worry," said Paul, sincerity colouring his tone of voice. "I'll treat you well, Rhonda. And I will never let you down or cheat on you."

Rhonda nodded. She walked round to the other side of the bed, picked up the photograph, kissed it and whispered: "'bye for a little while, Pete" and gently placed it face down on the bedside table.

She looked over at Paul, grinned and said in a husky whisper: "Make love with me. Please? And don't worry, I had my tubes tied after the birth of my son."

Paul nodded and Rhonda and he quickly stripped off and lay down side by side on the bed.

They kissed and cuddled for what seemed like an eternity and then Rhonda spread her legs and said: "Make me your woman, Paul, now!"

He climbed on top of her and slid his erect cock inside her vagina. She said: "Oh, that's good! Oh, God!"

Paul started to move back and forth, pushing into and out of her. But after only three minutes he began to come off inside her.

He shouted in frustration and panic: "Oh, no! Oh, Rhonda, I am so sorry. I came too soon!"

She shook her head and stroked his face with both hands. "Don't worry. Don't take your cock out of me. Just lay on top of me, suckle on my girls and let's see what happens, shall we?"




Surrogate



Sucking on the hard nipples of her gorgeously large breasts had the intended effect. He rapidly hardened again whilst he was still inside her and this time their intercourse lasted much longer and gained them an orgasm each.

Paul looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, tentatively and said: "What are you thinking about, Paul?"

He returned her smile, saying: "How much I want you. And need you. A hell of a lot has happened to me over the past week. Finding you has saved my life."

"You didn't have to look far to find me, Paul. I was there every day, wanting you, longing for you, but knowing I could never have you. But that's changed. And here we are, together."

They made love, again, and immediately fell into a deep slumber. The slumber of the just and the coitally sated.

Chapter 5

Meanwhile, all was not well at Damson Glade.

Beth had been wandering round in a funk and Gary had managed to go into the office several times since the débâcle. Sally was unsure whether this was a case of machismo or if he was too thick skinned to care overly much.

Sally had decided that things had gone too far. She was fully aware that it might be too late to save the marriage of Beth and Paul, but damn it, she was going to try!

By coincidence, at the same time that Paul and Rhonda were getting it on, Sally was addressing the two errant lovers. "I do not want you having sex at the moment. From what Paul told me, you pair of idiots are in love. Is this true?"

They said nothing, but glanced at each other, guiltily. "Oh," said Sally. Well, I suppose that answers my question. So... where do we go from here? Gary, are you going to divorce me and marry Beth?"

"No," said Gary. I want the two of you, living here, with me. I know it's not ideal for you, Sally, not being able to make love and I'll try not to rub your nose in it, when I have sex with Beth. Really, I mean that." He nodded for emphasis.

"That's so fucking decent of you! So whilst you have Beth and me here as your wives and you live like a 19th century Mormon prophet... where does that leave poor Paul?"

Beth answered her: "Sally, I honestly don't know. I still love Paul, but I am no longer in love with him, like a wife should love her husband. I am sorry about this, Sally, but I am in love with Gary."

Sally shook her head. "So the fact that we upset him so much that we caused Paul to try to take his own life doesn't really matter to you?"

"Of course it matters to me!" shouted Beth. "I'm not a monster! Please don't think I don't care about him, because I do. It's just that it's the kind of love you'd have for a good friend, not a lover."

Sally folded her arms before she spoke again. "We really have fucked him over, haven't we? So there's no hope for your marriage? If that is the case, we had better get a meeting set up with him and try to work out what we can do to at least make the end of his marriage as painfree as we can for him. We owe him that much, at least."

Gary sighed and said: "I'll have to let him go, of course. From his job, I mean."

Sally glared at him and hissed out: "No!" It made Gary jump, such was the venom in that one word.

"But don't you see, Sal, I will have to let him go. He would not want to work there, not with everyone knowing that he... well, that my wife and I are having an affair."

Sally shook her head. "That's not good enough, Gary. If you do that, what happens when he decides to sue the company?"

Gary shrugged. "Christ, Gary," thought Sally to herself. "This having a lover has turned you from a number 1 business brain into a Class 1 idiot!"

She quashed her anger and replied to Gary: "You can't sack him. 'I have been fucking your wife' are NOT grounds for dismissal. If you haven't the guts to work with him, just put him on the books as a consultant. And to soften the undoubted blow to his ego, give him a massive salary rise. And don't tell me you can't afford it, as I know we can!" He acquiesced to her suggestion and so it was that Paul was taken off the books and given a large boost in income s a 'consultant.'

Meanwhile, Sally began to resent the fact that she, the cheated upon wife, as she began to finally realise she was, was having to try to do everything herself. She often phoned, texted or emailed Paul to see how he was, but Beth seemed uninterested in even texting him, let alone speaking with him, although he had made several attempts to engage her in conversation at first. 

And Sally was trying to keep her own marriage together, though she was beginning to wonder why she was bothering, to be frank.

Just over a month after the day when Paul had found out about his wife's infidelity, Sally decided she had had more than her fill of this shit and she asked for a meeting with Paul, the venue being the ever handy Wetherspoons in the High Street. 

She arrived a few minutes early and got herself a pint of Old Speckled Hen and sat down at a table near the doors.

When Sally saw Paul arrive cuddling Rhonda, she nearly spat her drink out. She recovered reasonably well and greeted Rhonda with a hug and a kiss. As Paul went to the bar, Sally asked Rhonda: "Are you two an item?"

Rhonda smiled and shrugged. "I suppose you could say that. He's fucking the living daylights out of me, so yes."

"Oh... wow!" was all Sally could say. "Christ, I must say this is a bit of a surprise! So, how did it happen?"

Rhonda shook her head. "I think I'd rather let Paul tell you that. If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, it's just that I have been trying to help Beth get her head out of her arse and girl up and get back with her husband, but it looks like there's already been a replacement for the role of Paul's wife!"

Rhonda shrugged. "Oh, I wouldn't know about that. I have always had a thing for Paul. I wouldn't have pursued it, but well, under the circumstances, when the door of opportunity opened up for me, I just stepped right through."

"I can't say I blame you," replied Sally. "Oh, hang on! Paul's here with the drinks."

Sally looked at Paul. She smiled at him. "Looks like congratulations are in order, Paul?" Paul grinned in reply. "You could be right, Sally. But that's something for the future. It would have been nice if I could have got together with Beth to talk things over, to see if things were fixable, but... well... after a year of her affair with Gary and her not even wanting to talk with me in any meaningful way, I'm not entirely certain there is anything left to fix, to be honest."

Sally reached over and patted Paul's hand. "I am not surprised, really. I am still just so angry how they handled this. If I'd have been Beth, I'd have been camped on your doorstep day and night until you forgave me."

Rhonda interjected "Yes, but you aren't her, are you, Sally? Looking at this from a woman's perspective and from an outside view, I think you were played and taken for a fool."

"In what way, Rhonda?" Sally was intrigued by what Rhonda was saying.

"Oh, just think about it. She tells you she is willing to act as your surrogate so Gary will not have to cheat on you. But she doesn't want her husband to know. I wouldn't be at all surprised if she didn't use her idea for her being your surrogate as a shield for her real intent, which was to have an affair with Gary."

"Shit!" said Sally. "That's not something I'd thought about, before, although I was a fool not to, wasn't I?"

Paul spoke up: "Sometimes we trust people who we shouldn't trust, but because we love them, or hold them in some regard, we don't realise we should not trust them."

As soon as he said it, he saw the flash of pain on Sally's face. "Well, Sal, sorry if that remark hurt but..."

"It only hurt because it was far too close to the truth for comfort," said Sally, her voice tinged with regret. "You are right. Your wife and your two best friends. Damn it, if you can't trust us, who can you bloody trust?"

He shrugged and Rhonda gave him a comforting squeeze. 

They chatted like the old friends they were. Eventually, their drinks consumed, they made ready to leave the pub. "You'll have to tell Beth, you know," said Sally. "Or do you want me to break the news to her?"

"Oh, I am not keen on using you as a go-between, but I really aren't keen to speak with Beth, just now, either."

"Why not?" asked Sally, gently. 

"Because now it makes me so nervous I think I'd throw up."

Sally nodded, thoughtfully. "I'll tell her," she said.

The news that Paul was having sex with Rhonda enraged Beth. "The nerve of that woman!" she fulminated. "She's old and... and she has droopy tits! That bitch should leave my husband alone! Or I might just decide to divorce him!"

Sally shocked herself. She actually wanted to smack Beth's face. Very hard. She was finding her attitude to be very irritating. 

"Don't be such a bloody hypocrite, Beth! you have been fucking my husband this past year and when Paul gets some too, you start whining like a bitch! Grow up for God's sake! And if you and Gary ever want to start getting it on together again, you'll cut Paul some slack! And please talk with Paul! You owe him that much, surely?"

Beth shrugged by way of reply. "Well if you will not speak with him, I will!" snapped Sally.

And that was what happened over the next couple of months. Sometimes Sally and Paul would chat on the phone, sometimes they would text or email and they would often meet for a chat over a meal, usually in the Wetherspoons pub.

Their last conversation had started Sally thinking. "Sally," Paul had sounded tentative, "about your physical condition that means it's impossible for you to make love, have you had a second opinion?"

"Well, no, I hadn't. The surgeon who I went to was supposedly the top man in Europe. I saw him at his Harley Street clinic."

"For what it's worth, I'd go to see your own GP and ask for a referral to an NHS surgeon. I mean, what have you got to lose?"

When Paul filed for a divorce -based on irreconcilable differences- this was the catalyst for Sally to decide to also move out and file for divorce.

She was a wealthy woman in her own right, so did not need to wait for anything in the divorce settlement and she bought a new town-house in a gated development just off the High Street.

She had some news for Paul, who she hadn't spoken to for quite a while. She texted him and arranged a meeting in the pub.

When he arrived she realised that he looked pretty rough. "What's wrong, Paul? Where's Rhonda? I hope she didn't think I'd excluded her from our meeting today?"

Paul shrugged. "Dunno about Rhonda. She and I are history. We are no longer a couple."

"Oh, shit! No! Why? When did that happen?"

"A month ago,"replied Paul. "It's all so silly, really. She spent a couple of weeks in San Francisco -her son works as a software engineer at Sisco, I think- and when she came back, she told me that she would be going to live with him. It got a bit awkward, I asked her when we were moving and she burst into tears and told me I wasn't going with her. That knocked me sideways, I can tell you.

"When I asked her why, what was it I'd done, she told me it wasn't me, it was her. She told me that she had promised her husband Pete when he'd been breathing his last that she'd remain faithful to him and that our relationship made her feel she was cheating on him! And when I looked in her eyes I could tell she wasn't lying."

Sally trembled, inwardly and after taking a good gulp of her pint, said: "What happened?"

"We hadn't been living together, we each kept our own place, so all I had to do was collect all my stuff together and take it back to my place. We spoke on the phone a few days later she told me she'd given her sister power of attorney or whatever they call it these days, to sell her house and the contents.

"I saw Rhonda off for her flight two weeks ago. Neither of us could stop crying. She told me she'd always love me no matter what happened, but that she'd dedicate her life to looking after her grandchildren. I gave her a very chaste kiss on the lips and we parted company for good."

"Oh, Christ, Paul! What with what happened with Beth you certainly didn't need Rhonda to shit on you as well!"

Paul looked her in the eye. "Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?"

Sally shook her head and smiled. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with you. Your self-confidence has taken a bit of a bashing, but it's not irreparably damaged, I shouldn't think!"

She paused, deep in thought before continuing. "Paul, I feel I still owe you an apology." She stilled his objection: "No, it's true. It's the way I feel, any way. When you were unconscious on that first day, whilst you slept I made you a promise that, no matter what happened, I would not let Beth being my surrogate with Gary harm your marriage. Although I meant every last word of that promise if I had been thinking straight, I'd never have made it as I had no way of controlling what Beth and Gary did. I know that, now, but I was caught up in the events."

"Paul smiled at her: "I accept your apology."

She returned his smile. "But there's something else I need to tell you. I owe you my thanks, too. I took your advice and got an NHS referral to a surgeon at the local hospital.

"I had to wait a month to see him after I'd been referred by my GP, but it was worth the wait. He told me that the Harley Street surgeon had made a hash of the operation and had given me some terrible advice. It transpired that the mistake was fixable and so the upshot is that I can now start having sex again."

"Oh, that's wonderful news! What do Gary and Beth think about this?"

Sally shrugged: "I don't know and I don't care. I have left him and Beth living in the house, I filed for divorce last week."

"So... have you had sex yet?" said Paul in a low voice. Instinctively Sally knew he was thinking that his marriage had been trashed for no good reason.

"Not yet, Paul..." she spoke, hesitatingly. "That's one of the reasons why I wanted to speak with you, today. Now Rhonda is out of the way, it makes it easier. Paul, would you, please, have sex with me to help me test my vagina out?

Paul looked at her, astounded by this turn of events. "Why me?"

"I think I owe you one for the fact that I helped destroy your marriage. Plus, I have always fancied you.

"Look, let's go back to my place, it's just round the corner, and we can open a bottle of wine and talk some more about it."

And so that's what they did.

After drinking two bottles of sparkling wine from a Kentish vineyard, they found themselves in Sally's bedroom.

They stood naked and one look at Sally's gorgeous body, her eyes and her glossy black hair excited Paul. "Be careful please, Paul. It's the first time I've been with a man for nearly two years. The surgeon warned me that pussy, well, that she would, at least at first, be a bit tight."

"I'll be very careful," he promised.

They enjoyed foreplay for a while until Sally felt ready for the moment of truth. As he slid his cock inside her in the missionary position, they both gasped because of how tight it was. "Oh, lord!" shouted Sally. "This is even tighter than my first time! It feels so good!"

"Tight! Oh, your pussy, she's so bloody tight!" was all Paul could gasp out. "Very moist, but as tight as a drum!"

They made love twice more and decided to sleep until morning. Was it the sex or the night spent in each other's arms that sealed their destiny together? It didn't matter, because the result was the same.

They decided that after they received their absolute decrees that they would marry. They spent several weeks sorting out the arrangements for their wedding and honeymoon.

They designed a special multi-cultural wedding, reflecting their own backgrounds. Paul could have worn a kilt but decided against it. He wore a suit with a tie in his clan tartan, instead. And when he saw Sally in her new wedding sari he nearly cried for joy. "You are so beautiful!I feel as if I am the luckiest and happiest man alive!"

And so came the wedding of Paul Angus Augustine and Salvinder Sahota Kaur. There was a Universalist Church minister for Paul and a Sikh friend of Sally's from college dressed in colourful ceremonial robes for Sally, and the vows that they had written for themselves were exchanged.

The ceremony had been held outdoors under a large canopy and luckily the weather had held. The ladies from the local Sikh Gudwara had provided the catering. And a friend of Paul's who ran a mobile bar had provided the bar for nothing, all Paul did was fund the drinks. And a mutual friend did the photography and video work.

Rhonda had attended with her son who eyed Paul coolly. Which made Paul chuckle. And although invited, Beth and Gary had not come. They'd sent a nice present, however, so their absence did not feel all that much of a snub, though both Sally and Paul considered it to be a snub.

Sadly the damage the clumsy surgeon had caused to Sally meant it was unlikely she could have children but there was always IVF, adoption or fostering.

Life, realised Paul, was pretty good. 

Whilst Paul was making these philosophical musings to himself, smiling whilst sipping on a glass of Champagne, his new wife was thinking: "I am so going to jump your fucking bones tonight, Mister! And every other night of our married life!"



Surrogate Delights



My sweet daughter Hannah and I share a very special type of bond. It is a bond that is deeper than words can even imagine to begin to describe and a bond that is almost mystical and spiritual and one that will never be broken. Our bond began on her birthday which happens to be the same as mine and over the years grew stronger and stronger. 

How did we cross the line from a regular father daughter relationship to one of intense passion, well it began slowly and gradually and before you know it we had crossed the line but without regret or remorse.

To give a better understanding of how it all occurred we need to go back to the beginning. Beth, my wife and I met in college. I was studying to be a graphics design and advertising major and Beth was studying to be a nurse. We had a whirlwind courtship and before we knew it Beth was preggers and we were married when we were both about 20. Six months later, on my 21st birthday, Hannah was born. 

For twelve years we had a wonderful life but unfortunately Beth could not have any more children. We were a very close and loving family and next to my loving wife Beth, Hannah was my world. I was fortunate to have a good boss who let me do a lot of work from home so I was there for Hannah when my wife had to pull the long 7a.m.-7p .m. shifts.

From day one, I doted on Hannah and she was my little princess. As she grew older our bond became stronger and Beth thinking it was sweet, encouraged it. Never in my wildest or darkest imagination did I ever think I would be sharing my bed with my daughter. I just loved her like a normal father did and she loved me. Also Hannah knew that she could come to us whenever she faced a problem and we encouraged her to be open and honest with us no matter what the issue and she was.

For all practical purposes, it was a storybook life but tragedy would strike shortly after Hannah's 12th birthday Beth would lose her three year bout with breast cancer. While on her death bed Beth took Hannah by the hand and said sweetly and lovingly "You are going to be the woman of the house from now on. I want you to promise me you will take good care of your daddy and love him like I would and care for him like I do."

"I promise mommy," Hannah said as Beth stroked her sweet honey golden blonde hair in a ponytail and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Fret not little one," Beth said with a soft smile. "I will always be with you and in you. All I ask is you love and take care of your father and be the best little girl you can be," and with that she closed her eyes and we were ushered from the room Two days later Beth was buried and from the moment the funeral was over Hannah knew she was now the woman of the house and from that day forward our relationship would become stronger.

I threw myself into work and looking after Hannah. She was all I had left and I was determined to hold on to her. If I could be faulted with anything for the next four or so years it would be being an overly protective father, yet Hannah knew and understood I was doing it out of love and appreciated it. Also during this time I decided I wanted no more children so I had "the operation" to make sure.

From the time we were on our own Hannah was open and honest about anything that concerned her. When she became interested in boys I sat her down and had the "talk" with her.

In high school I watched her go through a number of stages. The first one was when she went on a "meatless kick." She became a hard core vegetarian because a friend convinced her that it was the right thing to do so I honored it. However that didn't last two weeks and she broke that kick by bringing home a Big Mac.™

Also during this time, her hair would change and lighten as well as become curly(almost frizzy). It would lighten to a sandy brownish-blonde color she would joke that she resembled a poodle dog because of her curls, but she didn't care. She eventually went back to her natural color and style shortly before her 17th birthday.

Overall during her high school career Hannah was very popular and a top student academically. She was a cheerleader on the dance team and quite physically fit and tried to exercise to keep herself in shape. 

I guess I had been so busy with work and trying to run the house that I didn't see that Hannah was growing up before my very eyes and by her 17th birthday she would not be a little girl any more but a well developed young woman. Before I knew it she was a sensual beauty standing 5'8" tall, slender build, measuring 36D-24-34 with nice big supple breasts and long well toned dancer legs.

Her hair was also a beautiful honey golden blonde and her eyes were crystal ice blue and could captivate a man's soul and when I realized how beautiful she was and looked into those eyes my soul was taken prisoner.

Seeing how incredibly beautiful she was made me want to be even more over protective but I felt like I had to trust her but it was hard. What was even harder was burying and holding back my secret desires for her. I no longer saw Hannah as a little girl any more but a sensual erotic beauty whom I very much desired, yet she was still my daughter.

I managed to hide my feelings the best I could but sometimes I would let things slip and Hannah would pick up on them. However, instead of being creeped out, she was flattered and I would soon find out she had feelings for me too.

Shortly after her 18th birthday on the 22nd of September the walls of separation would began to coming down between us and by Thanksgiving morning , the veil of intimacy that separates fathers from daughters in polite society would be gone. 

The strange thing is that it wasn't me who initiated the separation; it was Hannah who would be the initiator. The separation started slow at first and took on the form of a slow sensual seduction by Hannah.

Hannah started by dressing seductively when we were alone and was unafraid and unashamed of her body. Her favorite way to dress around the house would be in an open waist length white see through lace robe and cotton panties. She also had a few pairs of white thigh high stockings with matching garters she wore with the robe and panties because she said it made her feel sensual and more like a woman

I must say I had mixed feelings about what Hannah was doing at first. Part of me, the carnal red blooded male enjoyed seeing her naked and was very turned on by it. 

Even though she was my very own daughter, I still wanted to take her right then and there and jump her bones and fuck her good until she came all over my cock and I filled her sweet pussy with my hot sticky manhood. 

The "moral" and " protective father" side of me however, wanted to scream at her and say "Put some clothes on". The battle lasted less than a minute though and needless to say, the carnal side of me won.

During this seduction time, Hannah would also stop wearing pajamas like she had been doing all her life. Instead, she would sleep either topless in lace see through panties or completely naked except for the stockings and garters.

The seduction was slow and well planned out on Hannah's part. She was very meticulous and methodical in what she was doing and moved according to her time table

She would start like I said by letting me see her dressed provocatively and even went out of her way to let me see her sumptuous 5'8" 36D-24-34 body with her supple round breasts and nicely smooth shaven oh so perfectly pink pussy. It was all I could do to keep from having a permanent hard-on when around Hannah. I know she must have seen it but she said nothing.

I would also play along with the game. I would allow Hannah to see me naked and would begin wearing only briefs and a t-shirt or briefs and an open robe when we were alone in the house

The next step in her seduction would occur a couple of weeks later. It was one evening and we had finished supper and were getting on the ready to watch television together as was our habit. 

Before this particular evening, she had always sat in the recliner only in a garter and stockings with one leg draped over the side so that her legs were spread and I could get a full view of her sweet oh so pink and nicely shaven pussy. This evening however, she came over and sat down next to me dressed in an open robe garters and stockings and cuddled up to me as I held her sweet little body next to mine

"Hold me daddy," Hannah said with a soft sigh as she nestled her warm little body into mine and placed my arms around her waist and her hand in mine as she interlocked the fingers.

"Mmmmmm this feels so nice," Hannah purred. "I feel safe in my daddy's arms," and with that she put her head on my shoulder and smiled up at me with those beautiful crystal ice blue eyes. 

As I looked into her sweet eyes I saw the look I had seen in my wife's eyes so many times before; It was that "kiss me" look. Hannah's soft little hand rubbed up against the side of my face and I knew she wanted to kiss, so without saying a word I leaned down and our lips met.

The kiss was soft and gentle and Hannah's lips were oh so very warm. The kiss would last a good 30 seconds and would deepen until we were giving each other tongue probing tonsil swabbing kisses.

We broke the kiss and Hannah purred with delight.

"Mmmmmm, that was so nice daddy, "Hannah softly crooned .

Hannah and I would kiss again but this time, Hannah would lay me down on my back, remove her robe and lay her soft warm naked body on mine and we lovingly caressed as we kissed, our warm bodies pressed together as we moved as one. 

We would spend every night like this watching T.V. ,that is when she was not working on homework or a paper or some other class assignment. If she had work that kept her up I would sit by her and we would talk.

As time progressed towards that "fateful day" when we would fully consummate our union together, our nightly "television time" together became more and more intense. We would lie on the floor by a fire in the fireplace on a blanket and make love. We would kiss each other all over, explore each other's bodies I would suck her breast and we would please each other and bring each other to orgasm after orgasm with our hands as well as orally

We would explore each fulfill each other's fantasies and in doing so, do everything imaginable except for actual fucking. My favorite thing Hannah would do for me was to do a striptease where she would give me a lap dance that was very interactive. She would sit on my lap facing me totally naked and I would be in briefs. 

She would simulate fucking me as we kissed and our bodies were pressed together. Hannah would grind her sweet pussy against my cock in my briefs until I was on the verge of cumming. She would then lower my briefs and let me spunk my load all over her belly.

Hannah's favorite thing was to get my cock good and wet, rub down her breast with lubricating oil and have me tit fuck her as she wrapped those sumptuous breast around my cock. I would tit fuck her until I spewed my load on her chest, neck and she would rub my hot cum on her skin like a cream.

Also during this time we would begin showering together The showers started as us just washing each other off and fondling each other's bodies and progressed to where we were pleasing each other orally and with our hands

Needless to say our sessions were fun and even though when we were in the living room and the TV was on in the background, we couldn't tell you what was on. 

These nightly sessions ran from the start of October until Thanksgiving morning which coincided with the next stage of the seduction. One weekend morning, Hannah woke up around 5:30 and quietly slipped into bed with me wearing only her white lace panties. I would wake up and find her in my arms but I wouldn't mind. I would cuddle her close to me kiss her on the cheek and we would go back to sleep.

The following week Hannah would come in at night claiming she couldn't sleep, but I knew better and just let it go By the end of the week we were sleeping together each night.

When we began sleeping together, I would be wearing only boxer shorts and Hannah would wearing only the white stockings and matching garters. Hannah's soft little warm 5'8" 36D-24-34, 125 pound body would feel good nestled next to my 6'1" slender and muscular 185 pound body. 

We would kiss each other good night by giving each other a peck on the cheek at first then by the Sunday before Thanksgiving we were kissing each other on the lips and engaged in heavy petting and sensual foreplay

By this time also we were now sleeping totally naked together and holding each other tight. We had graduated from simple goodnight kisses to deep passionate French kisses as we cuddled close facing each other, holding one another tight, and our bodies rubbed together and our limbs intertwined.

Also during these sessions our hands would find their way over every inch of each other's bodies. This level on intense foreplay lasted from that Sunday night to the following Thursday morning, Thanksgiving morning. It was a special day and would be the day we consummated our new relationship.

That morning Hannah was off of school because it was Thanksgiving weekend but to know what initiated the sex, we must rewind to the time leading up to the wee hours of the morning of that day.

Hannah and I had gone to bed early the night before and experienced our regular nightly passion of foreplay consisting of kissing and heavy petting and cuddling. Our warm bodies rubbed together as our passions rose and cascaded to a sensual climax. 

That night I guess it was around 2:30 a.m. I was cuddled close to Hannah with her facing away from me and her back was nestled close to my stomach. Her sweet naked form was pressed into mine and I was holding her tight. My 8 inch cock was fully erect and pressed up against her warm pussy region from behind.

I remember I had a extremely vivid sex dream about me and her. We were in a hot 69 position as we made each other cum, her swallowing down my hot load and her cumming in my mouth. We also had sex doggie style, cowgirl style, missionary style and spoons, facing each other. 

Sometime during the dream my cock became throbbing and I remember me subconsciously rubbing my cock against her pussy and it filling with cum. Hannah must have shifted because the next thing I felt was being inside her. I subconsciously thrusted in and out of her and I as I came in my dream I must have cum in reality and sprayed my load in and on Hannah's pussy , butt, legs and on the sheets.

I remember jolting awake a few seconds after in horror of what had happened, I slowly and cautiously felt of Hannah with my hand and noticed she was soaked in cum as were she sheets but her eyes were closed and she was still. I would find out later she was feigning sleep to spare my feelings but had felt and enjoyed it but she would not tell me until the next day.

The next morning we would sleep until about 9:30 when I opened my eyes and found Hannah cuddled next to me with her back to me and pressed up against my body and my arms were wrapped around her waist and my hand was gently cupping her pussy. 

Hannah stirred and turned towards me, nestled next to me and drifted back off to sleep. I held her tight and stroked her honey gold blonde hair. I also gently kissed her forehead and I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew it was almost 11 O' clock and Hannah was laying on top of me stroking my forehead.

I opened my eyes to see Hannah's smiling face

"Good morning daddy," Hannah said with a smile. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," I replied as I embraced her and we passionately kissed.

Our bodies moved together as we kissed and our limbs intertwined. We rolled over so that we were now side to side. My erect cock was pressed up against Hannah's pussy and she moaned with delight.

Hannah took her right hand, grabbed my cock and began stroking it. She began kissing and nibbling on my neck and ear then in a breathy voice she whispered in my ear "F uck me like you fucked me this morning, but this time spunk your load in my pussy. I wanna feel your hot manhood in deep inside of me."

Just then the horror of the realization hit me that the wet dream I had was much more than a dream, Hannah had felt it but much to my relief, she enjoyed it.

I lined my cock up to the opening of Hannah's sweet pussy and began to thrust forward. Hannah shifted and in one fatal swoop, I was inside my daughter.

"Oh god yes daddy," Hannah crooned "It is even better than imagined. 

We slowly fucked as we laid side by side. It felt good to be inside my little girl but it also felt odd. Years of societal mores were telling me this was wrong but I didn't care. I loved my daughter and she loved me and that was all that mattered.

Hannah laid over so that she was back on top of me and we were still fucking. We passionately kissed as our bodies rubbed together After a couple of minutes or so of this. Hannah raised up, grabbed my hands and pulled me up so that we were both sitting upright in the bed, holding each other tight and rocking back and forth purred with delight.

As we continued to fuck I felt Hannah's hymen break and as It did she crooned with delight and in a proud contented voice proclaimed "Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s, I am a woman now," and came all over my cock soaking it with her sweet creamy honey nectar. 

Hannah's sweet cream acted as a lubricant and I knew wouldn't be long until I would feel my cock fill up with cum and I knew I couldn't hold it back. 

"Oh god," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!!"

"Gimme all of you daddy," Hannah moaned breathlessly. "I wanna feel you deep inside me." 

Seconds later, I erupted, spewing my hot cum deep into my baby girl's tight waiting hungry pussy.

Hannah laid me back and crawled top of me as we lovingly embraced and kissed.

"Oh god daddy, that was so-o-o-o-o good," Hannah crooned with delight. "I want more. I want you to fuck me until I can't fuck anymore. I am your little slut to do with as you please."

Hannah and I laid side by side as we cuddled together and caressed our bodies again moving together as one. This would allow us to keep the passion going and also allow me time to "reload."

I would take this time to explore every inch of my little girl's body and kiss her all over, something I had been wanting to do for a long time. First I broke the kisses and began to nibble on her neck and softly bite it. That made her even hotter and she purred with delight.

After spending about five minutes on her neck I turned Hannah over so that she was on her back. I then began sucking on her supple sumptuous breasts. I took her nipple in my mouth and softly kissed it and gently ran my tongue around it and sucked on it. I did the same for her other breast and soon her head was swimming with delight and she took my head and held it there.

I spent 10-15 minutes sucking her breasts and then moved my way down her torso until I came to her pussy. I placed the tip of my tongue and my lips on the very edge of Hannah's pussy lips and her legs instinctively opened, allowing me full access to her sweet lotus flower.

I inhaled the musky scent of her womanhood and it made my head swim. I tasted her sweet creamy honey nectar on the tip of my tongue and savored every drop. Then I would bury my head in her pussy for the next 10 minutes and using my tongue like a little cock, I would give her sensual pleasures beyond her wildest dreams as I made her cum in my mouth multiple times.

Hannah took her hands and held my head to her pussy as she bucked up to meet my tongue and fucked my face. I could feel her juices trickle over the edges of mu tongue and onto my lips and I knew it wouldn't be long until she flooded my mouth with her sweet cream.

Hannah gasped for breath and raised up as she tried to scream but couldn't, all she could do was pant.




Surrogate Delights



"Oh-god-yes," Hannah panted in 3 separate short distinct breaths as she managed to regain her composure. "That was so-o-o-o un-fucking-believable."

I repositioned myself so that we were embraced once again and we kissed and I let Hannah taste her sweet nectar off my lips. Hannah would then lay me on my back and return the favor by giving me a blow-job that would curl my toes.

Hannah took my cock in her hand and began to kiss the head and softly slurped the mixture of my cum and hers off my cock. The then ran her tongue along the head and shaft of my tool and in one swallow had my cock in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down as she sucked me.

I held Hannah's head there as she deep throated me. I could feel my cock swell with cum and I knew it wouldn't be long until I came. I let Hannah know and she removed her mouth and placed my cock between her supple breasts and would tit fuck me until I spewed my load all over her tits, lips, hair and neck.

She would rub my cream into her skin and then licked her lips savoring my cum and licked off my cock and sucked me again until I spunked another load down her throat.

By now it was getting past lunch time and we were both famished. We showered together and got dressed to go out for Thanksgiving dinner. Once we returned home we first packed for Thanksgiving at my aunt's house then spent the rest of the day and night making hot sweet monkey love

Thanksgiving at Aunt Rachel's house was the longest two days. Hannah and I had to act "normal" and we were forced to sleep in separate rooms. We couldn't sneak sex at night because Aunt Rachel and Uncle Frank were light sleepers. Finally we would get home Saturday night and make up for lost time.