0 comments/ 51818 views/ 7 favorites The Favor By: Carol Marie It mattered little to me that I had just lost the best job I ever had. What was paining me was the aloof way Maisha had snubbed me the evening before. I had rented a limo, dressed in a new European tux, bought very expensive bubbly and drove to pick her up, and when that womyn came to the door, she asked me,"Whats up babe?." She was wearing a bathrobe and so of course I thought she was getting ready, maybe running a little late, and I asked her if that was so..and she replied that she was otherwise detained at the moment and would I please come back. I said, "Hey babe, don't you remember, we have plans to do the opera and then dinner and dancing?" I was standing there waiting for her to answer when she looks over her shoulder back into her apartment and says to me, "Well honey...I, uh...I...I just forgot all about that, honey dont be mad at me, c'mon baby." And just as I was about to forgive this fine fox with her big pouty lips, I hear a womyns' voice from her apartment asking 'where you be baby, come on back inside and get it good' I just stared at her..my mouth hanging down in disbelief, thinking how could she do me this way. Damn bitch. "I uh...have made a mistake here..you take care," I said as I walked back down the stairs to the limo. I took one more look at her shaking my head when I heard her say, " Baby, its not what you think, baby, come back..I'll get rid of her, you wait babe, OK? OK baby?" But I kept going and then I remember telling the driver to take me to Wild Side West, and I remember going in there, but I don't remember going home. I must have drank all night long and then slept way too late and seeing as how I had already been on probation for this gig, showing up late was more than they could handle..so I got the boot. Now, Maisha and I had been going around together for about 2 years and I thought that she and I had a good thing going on, I guess I was wrong. Big time. She was a lot of fun and I knew I would miss her, I just didn't want it to be now...sheesh, my birthday was 2 weeks away and before that it would be Valentine's Day...Damn, I had so many plans, just wanting to make my baby happy. I guess I failed big time on that score. I drove to the union office and gave them my release papers from the Hotel and checked the boards for another high paying gig. There were a couple of prospects and I took down their numbers to call when I got home. The day was cloudless and brisk and instead of hailing a cab I walked home. It felt like the longest walk of my life. Inside of me I ached with an aloneness that knew no bounds. I though I would call her, but then decided it hurt too much to forgive. Once home I called the numbers and landed a maybe at an Italian joint in the inner Sunset. The proprietor asked me if I could come by on Monday as they were closed on Sundays. I said OK, relieved that I had a few days to stretch before hammering away again. I went in a ran a bath and soaked for an hour until the water turned cold and I felt the numbness of opaque...I was like a piece of crystal that had fallen from some shelf...my edges still held color but I was apart. As I was dressing I thought I would go check out the local scene. I put on my harness and an average phallus and tucked it into my 501s and then an old denim shirt and a black leather vest. I hailed a cab down the block at Sacramento and Larkin and headed towards the Castro. At Noe I got out and walked down Market Street. I passed many womyn along the way and cruised and often when I turned around I saw that they too had turned to look. Passing Leticias' and looking in the window I saw Patrick by the back pantry, so i opened the door and stepped in to say hello. He was currently folding napkins talking with another waiter. Patrick and I had the good fortune to meet while working at a restaurant in Sonoma a few years back. "Hello boys! How the hell are ya?" They both turned around in an affected manner, with their hands out in front of them waving and jumping up and down saying, "Hi Girl! What brings you uptown? Looking for that honey you call fine? Eh?" "Uh...Nope, I'm flying solo these days. The girl is gone," I said shaking my head and then blowing air out of my mouth thru closed teeth. "Why babygirl? What happened? Patrick said as he put his arm around me and drew me in close to him. And then in a stronger firm voice, he added," That bitch, I dont care what she did. I never liked her, she wasn't good enough for you honey." "Thanks Pat, I needed that. Dont worry Im cool," I said as I leaned back against the wall and reached for a slice of French bread on the table. "Ahem, I see you are packing 'Big Daddy' tonight, are you going out chasing skirt?", said Gary the other waiter there. "Get out of my crotch Queen," I said laughing. They all joined in, even Roul the busboy laughed at that one. I gave them all hugs and left and cruised up to 18th. I got a slice of pizza from Marcellos' and read the notices on the adjoining wall. Then I turned around and leaned up against the wall with the other boys, draped and waiting. It was 5:30 and the sun was just setting. A fine veil of silver lit the skyline creating a lambent softness. I started to walk down Castro when a womyn maybe asking for directions stopped me by tugging on my arm, "Excuse me, Sir" I whipped around to let her see I wasn't a guy and she blushed. I could see it even in the dimness and sensed her uncomfortability. I said, "Hey, its cool, it happens. How can I help you?" She took a deep breath and then said, "Wow, you are not gonna believe this and, uh...yea, um, I have, I have to..um...ask you a favor please?" It took her forever to get to that part, I wondered if we were going to be here all night with the favor part. I started to reach into my pocket to maybe help her with money, but she didnt look like the typical panhandler. She was about 5ft 6" with long straight brown hair. She was slender and dressed kind of yuppyish, complete with penny loafers and a strap over the shoulder purse. " Sure, what's up?" I asked her waiting for the longest night in history. " Cool. OK, here goes. I am a student at USF and Im doing a paper on alternative lifestyles and I was wondering if we could just sit and talk for a bit, I mean, O wow, Im sorry..let me start over, ok, are you gay? I mean, are you a lesbian?" "Yea, I'm a lesbian...and to save you some trouble I will tell you now that I have always been a lesbian, from as far back as I know. I have had sex with guys, no it didn't do much for me. Yes I have a healthy relationship with my parents and siblings. Im out to the world. I support pro choice and gay parenting, Im a democrat and um, lets see...o yea, I prefer to be called a Dyke and I'm what you might call Butch" She was writingng everything down, stopping every now and then to look at me. The last part of my statement made her a little fidgety and I had to laugh silently, that wasn't my intention. When she was thru writing she looked up at me and asked me if I would like to get a cup of coffee, to which I replied, " How about we get a drink?" "A drink, like from in a bar..like a gay bar?" she asked with her voice cracking slightly. "Yea, a bar, come one...you should see what they look like. Its predominantly male in this neighborhood, although a lot of the bars are very supportive of womyn. After all we are one big community." "OK, sure...1 drink is fine. My name is Jennifer, thank you for doing this with me, I really appreciate it," she said and smiled. "Hi Jennifer, my name is Cary, its a pleasure to meet you," I said and then grabbed her elbow and walked with her to the nearest club. For a Saturday evening, the place was barely filled which gave us an opportunity to get some drinks and a table in the rear. I gave Danny, the bartender a 50 dollar bill and told him to keep it flowing for a bit, I wanted a buzz. Jennifer and I sat talking about my being a lesbian for an hour when I asked her if she ever had feelings for a womyn, and I think even then in such a dark place she blushed and hesitated before she spoke. " I, uh...yea probably, I mean you know sometimes when you see a pretty girl there is a slight attraction that happens. I just have, um...never acted on it" I asked her if she had a boyfriend and she said not at the moment. I smiled and motioned for Pete the waiter to bring us another. She had protested when the 2nd drink came, but not the 3rd. She was loosening up with me and I was beginning to have a nice time with this womyn doing a paper. Just as Pete brought our next round I saw Maisha come into the bar with some short dyke with bleached blond hair. I quickly turned to Jennifer and said, "Hey Jen, I have the biggest favor to ask of you. If you say no, i will understand. I need you to let me put my arm around you and make like you and I are a couple" "Uh, how come" she asked wide eyed. "There is no time to explain," I said as i got up and moved my chair closer to hers and pulled her towards me. At first she was stiff in my arms, but as I explained in a muffled voice, she relaxed. I saw Maisha walking towards us out of the corner of my eye and I guess Jennifer did too, because she turned to face me and kissed me rather passionately on my lips. I kissed her back, after I got over my initial shock. I felt Maisha's presence and I pulled away and looked up at her and smiled. "Yo, whose the bitch? You sure didn't waste any time baby" I stood up and said, ": Hey don't you be calling her names like that..its not called for. Why don't you just head on with your little chickie." I waited for her to walk away before I sat down again. "Im sorry about that. I didn't know she would actually address us. I didn't mean to put you in the middle.' "Hey, don't worry about it. And look at it this way, now I can say what it feels like to kiss a cute dyke," and she smiled really big and kissed me again, this time softer and playful. Pete started to bring us another round and I told him to hold up, that he should split the remainder with Danny. He smiled and said thank you. Then I asked Jennifer if she wanted to take a walk. She said yea, but she wanted to walk to her favorite place. I asked her where that was and she to follow her. I did. She lived in upper Haight on Belvedere. A great little flat which her parents paid for while she was going to school. It had all the charm and elegance of any Victorian in the city. The wainscoting and wall paper were perfect. The turrets on each corner added to the majestic skyline. She and I both had a bit of a buzz going and I didn't want to take advantage of that, so I asked her very clearly if she knew where this was going and she said. "O yes...and I want to be...exactly where I am," and then she smiled and went into her bathroom. I turned the stereo on and tuned in the local jazz station. When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing only her shirt and a big smile. She walked right over to me and took my vest off. Then she unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it out of my jeans. When she started to unbutton my jeans, I put a hand to her wrist and stopped her and said, "Baby?" She lifted her face up, still smiling so beautifully and said, "Yes?" "There is something you should know...I" and she stopped me before I could finish and kissed me again. This time her tongue flew into my mouth and wrestled with mine. I put my arms around her back and pulled her close to me, The perfume she wore danced around me, drawing me into her. Her lips were creamy soft and I ran my tongue over them and then across her teeth. I bit her lower lip and once again I felt as her hands slowly unbutton my pants. I forgot that I hadnt put any shorts on, so when she undid that last button, I sprang to life. At first she was startled and then she laughed and at first I thought she was laughing at me and I started to pull back when she pulled me to her again and looked up and asked me, "Baby, You want me to take you?", then she kissed me harder, her hands in my hair mashing my face up against hers. Then slowly she inched down my body until she knelt before me. I watched her and then took my shirt off. I wanted a perfect view. She then took hold of toy with both of her hands and lightly stroked it, then licked it, up one side..then down the other. She did this a few times, each moment I felt myself growing harder under the harness. My clit now touching the back of the leather. Then she rimmed the head of the dick with her tongue and slowly eased the head in between her perfect lips, then a little more disappeared into her. I watched with increasing intensity as she bobbed up and down on the dildo. I started to feel waves building inside of me, but I wanted to wait, so I stopped her. She looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes and asked me why I was stopping. "Baby, wait...I want you to feel too...come here with me," I said in breathy tones, pulling her up and leading her to her bed. I took her shirt from her and was pleasantly surprised to see how beautiful she was. Her collar bone stood out from its cage and her breasts were small and firm. She had a trail of curly hairs than ran from her belly button to her mons which was tangled mass of silken curls. I noticed that she was glistening in the candle lit room. I kissed her softly, while my hands caressed her smooth flesh. I kissed her nose and her cheeks, then her neck and her chest, rounding each breast and sucking them into my mouth. She moaned and purred with each kiss, each lick. I inched my way down her belly, trailing soft wet kisses. She moaned louder. Then I came to greatness. Slowly I parted her exquisite pink folds with my eager tongue. O, She tasted like heaven, clean and fresh and wet...soooo wet. She let out a cry when my tongue flicked the tip of her clit, and then moaned over and over as my tongue flicked soft across the tip. Soon, she started begging for me to take her. I lay with my knees between her legs and took some wet from her precious and lubed the head of the dildo. She pulled herself open for me and I slid into perfection. She moved her hips into me, meeting my long slow thrusts until she started bucking harder and faster into me. I moved deeper into her, faster, harder. I think I was calling her name as I felt her tense. My own body jerking wild as I drove hard into her. She said she wanted me, and I continued to fuck her with the toy, but also put my fingers in alongside. She cried it was too tight and then quickly I removed the dildo and forced my fingers deeply into her hot wet throbbing cunt. Our breaths were rapid, we were on fire and now O. My, she was touching me, her fingers were sliding into me. "Baby, O. MY Baby, you are so wet," she cried as she bore down on my fingers. Spasming both of us fucked each other, our thrusts becoming slower and deeper until we both cried out, "O. YEA!!!!!" I suddenly grabbed a hold of her and held her to me as I continued to shake. Her own body was trembling, she was saying she never felt so good, that she never had it like that. She laughed. I smiled and told her I didn't think she should put this in the report. She laughed. It was like honey that dripped and slowly oozed into my life. She then asked me if I thought she was any good to which I smiled and said, "Baby, you are the best" She then asked what I was doing on Valentine's Day and I laughed and said her. She smiled even bigger, then nestled up in my arms until sleep took us dreaming of futures bright with lust and who knows...maybe love. The Favor I have the perfect life. It wasn't always that way. As recently as a year ago I was facing a seemingly insurmountable problem. But perhaps I should start at the beginning. My name is Tyler. I'm a 32 year old professional man. I'm happily married for five glorious years to the woman of my dreams, Kayla, a potter who works out of a studio in the back of our house and sells her sculptures for an obscene amount of money in frou-frou galleries across the country. It's amazing to me what ordinarily sane people will pay for a lump of hardened clay, but, hey, whatever floats your boat. Everything seemed to be going better than a dream for Kayla and me. Then, about two years ago, Kayla started feeling her biological clock ticking. Suddenly, she wanted a baby, and that's when things went to hell in a really big way. Kayla and I has always had a very, very healthy sex life. Practically every night would see us fucking like a pair of rabbits, and whenever she'd ask about protection, I'd tell her I had it covered. And that was true...sort of. When I was a teenager, my identical twin brother, Daniel, and I went to a summer camp. We were maybe sixteen years old at the time. And we were miserable. Daniel met up with this girl at the camp, and asked me to cover for him after lights out one night so they could meet up. So, after bed check in my cabin, I scrambled out the window, took a shortcut across the yard and into Daniel's cabin, where I climbed into his bed just as the counselor came in an did a head count. We were safe! As I was scrambling out of his bed to head back to mine, I felt a bug or something bite me on the ankle. The next day I was sick as a dog--nasty liquids coming out of every orifice, high fever. It was hell. I was hospitalized for two full weeks. Never did find out what bit me, thought. I recovered, and was informed of one small complication: the high fever had left me sterile. I would probably never be able to father a child. But, hell, I was sixteen years old at the time. As long as I could still get it up, who gave a damn if I was shooting blanks? Kayla, it seems, would have cared. All during our courtship and three years of marriage, I'd never told her that I was infertile. What was the point? Neither one of us had ever expressed any interest in having children. So there was my quandary. Do I tell her that I can't give her the child she wants? I considered it. Hell, I even started to tell her, one night when she'd brought up the baby subject again. But then she startled me by stating how much she wanted MY baby. Flattering, yes, but not a good segue into "hey, baby, did I ever tell you I can't have children?" Yep, that would have gone over really big. So, we continued to get it on every night; two, sometimes three times a night. It rapidly went from being a joy and pleasure to a chore. I began to dread each evening. And each time Kayla's period came, she became more and more depressed. I tried to pull her out of it with all the usual lines; "These things take time, baby," and "you know, there are other options." But she didn't want other options. And then she started with "we need to go to the doctor." I know, this would have been the perfect opening to break the news to her, but it turns out that I'm a bit of a coward. I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth, but I couldn't let a well meaning doctor spill the beans either. What could I do? And then one night, it came to me. Actually, the idea started brewing after an afternoon of watching talk shows. You know the type: "Give my teen daughter a paternity test to see which horny boy knocked her up!" and other stupid titles like that. I watched in frustration, wishing my condition on every one of these careless kids--why should they be popping out babies left and right, and those of us who want them, can't? As a furious seventeen year old punk with bleached hair and his jeans around his kneecaps yelled "I don't care what your *bleep* test says, that ain't my kid!", I reached for the remote to put myself out of my misery. But before I could switch channels, a well dressed lady in the audience stood up and patiently explained to the pissed off teen-aged boy that the test was something like 99.9878% accurate, and since no two people have the same genetic material, there was no way the baby couldn't be his. The thought flashed through my mind--what about identical twins? Two halves of the same egg and sperm, identical twins have the same genetic material... It didn't actually come to me until about 2 o'clock that morning. If I couldn't father Kayla's baby, could Daniel? Better question, would Daniel? And how do you go about bringing something like this up? Especially to someone like Daniel. The opportunity presented itself the following weekend. Kayla was invited out with some girlfriends, so I decided to pay a visit to my brother. He was alone, too. His "roommate" (that's what he calls Tom, anyway. But I know better. Daniel had come out to me when we were in college.) was at work, so it was just the two of us lounging around the pool, sipping beers. I was preoccupied, trying to figure out how to broach the subject I'd been wanting to talk over with him. I guess I was too preoccupied, because Daniel seemed to notice. "What's up, Bro? You are totally out of it today." I sighed and rested my half empty beer bottle on the arm of the lounge chair. "Kayla and I have been having some...problems." Daniel looked shocked. He really liked Kayla...as a sister. "Oh, no! What's wrong?" I looked at Daniel. Really looked at him. You couldn't tell us apart. Same dark hair, dark eyes, cut physique. Hell, we could still, at 32 years of age, pull it over on our parents if we were to try. "She wants a baby," I said flatly, and could see the moment it hit Daniel. "Oh, man, you never told her you can't have kids?" "Hell, no! I mean, she never told me she wanted kids, so how was I to know she'd get this bug up her ass five years later? It didn't seem to matter at the time, and now..." I shrugged. "I don't want to lose her, man. I love her too much." We were silent for a long time, each lost in his own thoughts. I gazed into the sparkling blue water of the pool, working up the courage to propose my idea to Daniel. Finally, I just took the plunge. "I have an idea, though…" He looked at me, eyebrow quirked. "This is going to sound really strange, but hear me out, okay?" "Sure." "I can't father the baby, but you could." "What?" Daniel looked truly flabbergasted. "We're twins. Identical twins. The baby would genetically be as much mine as yours." He snatched my beer bottle away from me. "You're insane, man. You've pickled your brains. I'm GAY, for God's sake!" "So? You're clean, aren't you?" "Well…yea." "You think Tom's gonna dump you if you do this favor for your brother?" Daniel thought on that. "Probably not. He knows how close we are. He'd understand." "You told me yourself you think Kayla is attractive." He snorted. "For a woman." "Besides, Daniel, you owe me. If it hadn't been for you and your raging hormones when we were teenagers, I never would have been bitten, gotten sick, and ended up sterile." Low blow. I knew that Daniel had always felt guilty about my getting sick while covering for him. He'd told me plenty of times that he wished it had happened to him, since the odds of him every deciding to have children were slim-to-none. I could see that I had tipped the scales in my favor. "Is Kayla willing to go through with this?" "I'm not planning on telling her." "WHAT?" "Hell, man, how do I explain this to her without explaining that I'm sterile? The point of this is to prevent her from finding out." "Now I know you've lost your mind." "Look, I've been thinking this over for a couple days, and I have it all worked out. All you have to do is show up. I'll take care of everything else. She'll never know that you're the baby's Daddy, not me." * * * I waited until I could be sure Kayla would be fertile. This would not work if we had to do it more than once. It had to be now. I had already decided that if this didn't work, I'd bite the bullet and tell Kayla the truth. With a lot of crawling and a little groveling, maybe she wouldn't leave me. Stranger things had happened. A week had passed since the end of her last period, and I knew it was now or never. I called Daniel and told him to show up at the house at 10:00 PM, and to be quiet about it. Kayla had to be totally unaware that anyone besides she and I were at home. I made a special dinner, and when Kayla emerged from her studio, looking weary and depressed, her face showed barely a flicker of curiosity. "What's going on? Are we having company?" I walked up behind her and rubbed her shoulders. "Nope. Just you and me. I have something very special planned for tonight." Her expression was somewhere between skepticism and total dejection. I took her hand and drew her into the living room, sitting beside her on the sofa and taking her hands. "This has become an obsession for us, Love. We don't make love anymore, the way we did the first couple years of our marriage. There's no romance, nothing special. We're going to change that tonight." I stood her up. "Now, go on upstairs. I've drawn you a nice bath. I want you to relax. When you get done, I'll have dinner all ready. After that, we'll see where the night goes." Kayla looked skeptical, but went upstairs. I had planned this carefully. The bathroom was filled with scented candles, the tub full of warm, frothy water. A glass of Kayla's favorite champagne sat on the tub's edge, along with a plate of some of her favorite snacks. The open bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on the floor, in case she was in the mood for a second glass. While she soaked, I set up a small table in the bedroom with our best linen and china, a bud vase with a single white rose, and a pair of ivory candles. Soft music played on the stereo. I was just placing dinner on our plates when she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a white silk robe, her auburn hair piled on top of her head in a riot of curls. She looked relaxed and incredibly sexy. Please, I prayed silently. Please let this work. We ate in comfortable silence. My culinary skills are limited to a few choice items, but the gods of cooking must have been smiling down upon me, because everything, from the grilled cod fillets to the caramelized pears, had come out absolutely perfect. When we finished, I slid the table into the corner of the room and, taking Kayla by the hand, led her to the bed. "Tonight is for us, my love," I whispered as I unknotted the silk bathrobe and slipped it off her shoulders. "There's no one and nothing but you and me." It always amazed me exactly how gorgeous my wife was. Creamy skin faintly dusted with those adorable redhead freckles. Long, fiery auburn hair. And her eyes—those eyes had been my downfall the day I met Kayla. Like chips of palest turquoise, they made me think of the waters of the Caribbean Sea—so deep you could drown in them. We sat down together on the edge of our bed. I leaned forward, cupped her lovely face in my hands and kissed her, just the barest touch of my lips to hers, the brush of butterfly wings. Our eyes drifted shut as I deepened the kiss, just a bit. We stay like that for the longest time, not moving, just letting our mouths explore each other's. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet on my hand. I pulled back in shock. It was a tear. My beautiful, beloved Kayla was crying. "Oh, baby, what's wrong?" I asked, my heart sinking. She opened those heart stopping eyes and gave me a watery smile. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" she whispered, and I smiled. "Not nearly as much as I love you," I answered. * * * I looked down at Kayla as she lay, gloriously naked, on our bed, only her eyes covered by a silken blindfold. Candlelight flickered over her pale body, bringing gleaming gold highlight out of her tousled hair. She was breathing as heavily as I, her breasts heaving with each breath. Love for this woman nearly brought me to my knees. This was my last chance to back out of it, and I seriously considered it. But the look on her face at this moment was one I hadn't seen in months. She looked relaxed, happy and highly aroused, and I knew that this was for me, not for the baby she so desperately wanted. "I'll be right back, my love," I whispered in her ear. "Where are you going?" she asked, curious, but not alarmed. "I have to get something for you." I ran a finger down her collarbone and over her breast. "You stay right there, and no peaking." She captured my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingertips. "Of course not." I stepped out into the hallway and breathed a deep sigh as I saw Daniel sitting on the bed in the guest room at the far end of the hall, dressed only in a pair of black silk boxers. I approached him quietly. "Are you ready?" I whispered. He nodded. "Are you?" I nodded. "And you're absolutely sure you want to do this?" "Absolutely." "Do you want to be there, or are you going to stay here?" That gave me pause. I hadn't really thought much about that. On the surface, the idea of watching my brother make love to anyone was a bit...creepy, but... "Yea. This is going to be my baby. I'd like to be there when it's conceived." Daniel just nodded, as if he figured that would be my answer. I turned my back, and listened as he shed his shorts, and we walked silently back down the hall to the master bedroom. I walked to my wife's side. "I'm back," I whispered, and she reached out and grasped my hand. "I missed you." I smiled at that, and leaned over to kiss her, caressing her body as I did. "I'm going to make love to you now." She opened her mouth to speak, but I pressed my fingers against her lips. "No, shhhh. No speaking, darling. Just feel." I stepped back and motioned Daniel forward. As he approached the bed, I stepped back into the doorway. I watched as he sat down on the side of the bed and leaned forward over my wife. I forcefully batted down the surge of jealousy the sight of another man with Kayla brought to my heart. This was important, necessary, I told myself. You can't do this for her. Daniel lowered his mouth to Kayla's breasts, sucking gently. Kayla arched, moaning softly as he suckled first one, then the other nipple, bringing them to tight points. He drew his mouth down, from her breasts to her belly, nipping, licking and sucking gently. I wondered for a moment if he were going to continue down, giving her the most intimate kiss of all. But he stopped just under her navel, and began to kiss his way back up her torso. I realized with a touch of relief, that he couldn't bring himself to go lower. Perhaps that was just too much to ask a man who hadn't been with a woman in years, as far as I knew. As I watched, Daniel gently drew my wife's legs apart and, stroking her thighs, carefully climbed on top of her. From my position by the door, I could clearly see as my brother caressed my wife, assuring himself that she was ready. He grasped his erection and, kissing Kayla on the shoulder, guided himself to her opening and pressed himself deep within her. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling something unnamable as my wife was filled by another man for the first time since we'd said our vows. Heart pounding, I forced myself to watch. As I had told my brother, this was, hopefully, the conception of our first and, probably, only child. As he began to thrust, Kayla reached blindly up and grasped Daniel by the sides of his head, drawing his face down for a passionate kiss. Once again, jealousy surged. She doesn't know it's not you! I berated myself. Calm down! After a moment, Daniel pulled his lips from Kayla's and buried his face in the crook of her neck. I could see sweat gleaming on his back as Kayla wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, and began moving with him. Daniel's breathing deepened, as did Kayla's, and I knew the climax was coming. I head my breath as first Daniel, and a moment later Kayla stiffened. "Oh, Ty," I heard Kayla breath. "Shhhh," Daniel hushed her, pressing his fingertips against her lips. He brushed a quick, gentle kiss against her lips as he rolled away from her and stood up. As he walked past me, he gave me a small, serious smile, and clapped me on the shoulder. I mouthed "thank you" to him, and as he disappeared silently into the bedroom at the end of the hall, I walked to our bathroom and snagged the bottle of champagne out of it's bath of half melted ice. I set it on the floor beside the bed and sat beside my totally relaxed and well loved wife. As I slipped the blindfold from her eyes, she smiled up at me, and I smiled back. God, I love this woman. * * * She's asleep now. I look down at her, lying so peacefully in the raised hospital bed. There are dark smudges under her eyes, and her hair is pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. I've never seen her look more beautiful. A tiny squeak comes from the bundle in my arms. I carefully spread the edges of the blue receiving blanket and gaze down into the face of my three hour old son, and I know without a doubt that it was worth it. The door to the hospital room opens, and my brother pokes his head inside. I motion him in. "So, bro, how does it feel to be a father?" "Pretty damn great. How does it feel to be a Godfather?" Daniel's mouth drops open. "Are you serious?" "It was Kayla's idea, but I wholeheartedly approve." The baby opens his eyes and gazes hazily up at me, and I feel myself grin like a fool. "Here, you can hold him." I transfer the baby to my brother's shocked arms. "So, what did you name him?" I grin. "Also Kayla's idea. Brother, meet Tyler Daniel." Once again, Daniel looks shocked. "I...don't know what to say, Ty. I'm honored. Thank you." "No," I say seriously. "Thank you." The Favor I was working at this music store for the summer in a big tourist city in the southeast. It was at the time I was young and wanting to party more at nights with my friends. And still have time for band practice after work. I was playing guitar in a local metal band. So of course I wasn't interested in a serious job. I have been attending a college outside of the city, but on the count of it being summer I decided to take the semester off. I worked the day shift with another girl, her name was Tamika. She was a beautiful black girl about 5'4" with long brown hair, which she kept it up at work. Tamika was in the ages of 19 and she was hot. I have had some interest in he, but I wasn't sure she would go for a white boy like me. So many times I have tried to ask her out as a friend and co-worker, but she would always tell me she had something else to do. So this one night I asked her to come to check out our band, we were playing two sets at a local bar in the city. I let her know it would be a lot of people there. Tamika told me she would think about it. So that night our band was preparing to do our first set on stage. The bar was full of people and it was dark and full of smoke. So I decided to step outside for some air and to get the smoke out of lungs. My eyes were burning up and tearing because of the smoke. So I walked out the door with my beer in hand. And all of a sudden someone tapped on my shoulder, I turned around with a huge smile. To my surprise it was Tamika and two of her friends. Tamika asked me if I could get her and her friends in the door without a cover charge. She mentions all that she had was enough to drink on. So I led them through the door. I let her know that I had her on the guest list, so even if she didn't see me she would have gotten in. So we talked for awhile before I joined the band on stage. Hours later we finished our sets and returned to the bar. We spoke to most of our friends and fans at the bar. Then after I did my public relations with the fans and friends. I quickly found Tamika and her friends and we talked for awhile before they had to be on their way. Tamika let me know that our music was her type that she liked, but I made it sound good to her by knowing me. So the next few days at work Tamika and I would join eachother after work for a drink at the bar. We would just hang out and talk about normal things. This one day a friend of Tamika's came to her at work. Her friend Tasha kept on whispering in Tamika's ear, and I could over hear what she was saying. It sounded like "ask him,come on please ask him" I thought she was trying to get Tamika to ask me to be her man or something, which I was hoping that. So Tamika walked over to me with a blushing look upon her face. Then I looked at her and said, "well come on baby out with it" Tamika said, "well...one of my friends is getting married soon...and we want to throw her a party" Lost in thought I was like so what do you want from me? Tamika asked, "well since you have somewhat of a nice body and you're a friend of mine...I was wondering ummmm...ah forget it" I was like come on Tamika ask away. Tamika then said, " well we can't afford a stripper...and you would be perfect for it" Embarrassed by her question I was like no I don't think I would do a good job at it. Tamika said, "come on honey...I swear I'll make worth your wild" I thought about it for a second and said, "well what the hell...I'll do it, but you know I am white and I cant dance" We all laughed and started to make the plan. Tamika and her friend were in smiles after my answer. I mean I confess I do work out everyday, but I don't think I'd pass a stripper. I mean I might I have the body for it, but damn I cant dance! Tamika asked me to come over to her apartment so she could she me some moves on how to dance. So for like two hours I was shaking my white ass for her. I joked around and said, "do you want me to strip for you now?" Tamika said, "no I wont that to be a surprise for me" I asked her why her friend wanted a white stripper on the count of her being black. I mean I thought her friend was marrying a black man and she would want a black stripper. But with my shallow mind and short brain cells that I smoked away would make me miss it. She explained that she was marrying a white man and she wanted a white stripper. I told Tamika that I was nervous because me being white and her other friends being with black men. Tamika hit me on the side of the arm and said, "damn honey are you that insecure?" She explained to me that all black men don't have big dicks, she then said all guys have different sizes and besides size doesn't matter. I mean I let her know I was average size, but with the stereotypes of black men with 12 inches. We both sat and laughed about it. So the night arrived for me to do my big stripping job. My lord was I nervous. I mean I have been on stages before many times in front of a lot of people, but just being in front of a room full of women changed things. Plus it wasn't my music they were to see, it was my body. So Tamika picked me up from my place and we drove to her friend's house. Tamika informed to go through the backdoor and surprise her soon to be married friend. She gave me a signal to come in on, and her signal was when a certain song played on the stereo. So I waited outside for the song to play across the speakers, and that song a Hip-hop song by Outkast. So then one her friends stuck her head out the backdoor and asked if I was ready, and my reply was "I think" So the Outkast song started playing and I ran inside the house. I jumped on top of a short table and started shaking my ass. It was Tamika,two black girls and the bride to be smiling and laughing. I slowly removed my over coat and then my shirt. All of them let out a loud yell and they started clapping their hands. I then yanked the shorts that Tamika bought me. They were those stripper types that yank off by stitches. I had these bikini briefs on that were silk with the color of fire engine red. I motioned myself in front of the bride to be's face and I humped my dick right in front of her mouth. The ladies were having the time of their lives and they started tipping me one-dollar bills. I then danced over to one other ladies and she kept begging to take my briefs off. I looked over at Tamika and she shook her head yes. I turned around with my ass facing the ladies. So I slowly worked the briefs off my body. I danced over to the lady that told me to take it off and turned around to her face. She let out a huge yell as my cock was dangling between my legs. Then I danced over to Tamika shaking my cock right in front of her face. Still being nervous I couldn't even produce a hard-on. Until Tamika grabbed my cock with her hand, then it started to grow. Then the two of her friends moved over to me, one started rubbing my ass and the other rubbed my balls. The bride to be just sat there and watched. Next thing you know clothes started coming off of their bodies. I was not expecting this to happen. One girl's name was Tasha and the other was Sharon Next thing you know I was lying on the floor with Tamika and Tasha wrapping there full lips around my cock. And Sharon was straddling my face with her beautiful pussy. I drove my tongue deep inside her pussy and she letting out loud moans. The bride to be said, " good lawd girls I wasn't expecting this...I think I'll just watch" Minutes went by and Sharon was going into orgasm from my professional tongue job. Sharon then gained her air back and joined Tasha and Tamika sucking my cock. Then Tamika took Sharon's place and straddled my face. Then Tasha straddled my cock and guided my cock inside of her. She moved quick and hard on my cock as Sharon sat and watched. Then Tasha jumped off of my cock in pure orgasms, while Tamika raised off of my face. I knew it was Tamika's turn so I motioned her to get on all fours. I looked over and saw that the bride to be was fingering her pussy as she watched the hot and steamy sex scene. I grabbed Tamika's ass cheeks and guided my cock into her wet dripping pussy. Sharon and Tasha were on both sides of me touching my chest with their soft brown sugar hands. I put my lips on each of their nipples and sucked on them. Then I started to thrust my hips into Tamika and she was letting out moans that just drove me crazy. Within seconds she started to cum and removed my cock. Sharon lay on her back and begged me to fuck her hard. So I moved in between her long beautiful legs. I started to slam her pussy hard and fast. Within minutes she started cumming again and I knew I was getting close myself. All of our bodies were in hot sweat. Tasha said she was going to give me the best orgasm ever. So Tamika and Sharon lay on the floor with their heads against the couch. They wanted me get in front of them and bend over so Tasha could please me from behind. So I rested my hands against the back of the couch still on my feet. They both of started sucking my cock as Tasha drove her tongue deep into my asshole. My lawd I thought to myself, I have never had this done to me. I felt my balls tighten up with a pain. I could feel the hot load gushing to the head of my cock. The stimulation of Tasha licking my ass gave me the most amazing orgasm I have ever had. That night was amazing to me and not to mention the bride to be. We all cleaned up and got dressed and had some drinks. After we congratulated the bride to be, Tamika took me home with her and we continued to fuck the night away. We started dating and seeing a lot of each other and plus her friends came by for a revisit of my cock. So the point of story is if you have a beautiful woman ask you to be a stripper for a party. Don't turn her down, because you never know what will come. The Favor It started as a normal summer with family gathered around and catching up on current events. Good times were had by all... well at least I didn't have to get up for school in the morning. That`s the best part of being 18 so far. I had just got out of the pool and was sitting on the porch with my uncle when my "new" aunt, my uncles third wife. At least that's what he called her; he was only married once. She stepped out of the pool and walked over to join us. She was 29 and looked like she walked off the pages of a magazine, you know the one. Her suit barely containing her full, firm breasts and the bottom of her suit was wedged between the cheeks of her ass exposing them for all to view. I wanted to get on my knees right then and lick her entire body, just like in my fantasies. The suit she wore was so thin and I could not help staring at her crotch. I think if she stood still long enough I could count every hair on her mound. Her long hair was clinging to her shoulders and her back; she was all tan, wet and sexy as hell. Suddenly, I realized my uncle was watching me and I quickly turned away and pretended to be looking at something else. My uncle was in his forties and not an ounce of fat. Tall and blonde hair, blue eyes and was part of the leather jacket set. You know the ones; motorcycles, beer and broads were all there was in his life. Just then she walked in front of me with her ass two feet from my face and started to dry herself off. The whole site was enough to drive a young man crazy with lust...and it did! My uncle went to get more coffee so there was only her and me on the porch now I could enjoy the show she was putting on for me. Then she wrapped the towel around her and went inside to change. A few moments passed when my uncle returned and looked at me for a second and asked "would you like to spend the night with us tonight?" I was not as close to my uncle Dan as I was to my other uncles, so I was really surprised when he asked me if I wanted to spend the night at his place! This was the first invitation he gave to anybody that I could remember. I agreed to spend the night in hopes of catching a glimpse of my aunt. She always wore clothes that almost fit! He came by to pick me up about 7:00 but instead of going to his place he drove to the beach and he parked the car. I asked, "What's wrong is there a problem?" He started to stumble over his words when he asked me "your aunt sue wants to know if you would do a favor for her?" I said "yes" of course it didn't matter what it was. (I would never guessed what is was though!!) She wants to know " would you let her have sex with you?" My mind went blank, as a clean slate!!! What did he say? Am I going crazy? Am I hearing things now? Without thinking at all I said, " are you sure? You don't mind if we have sex together!" We both seen how you look at her whenever you think nobody else is looking. At first she thought it was so sweet that you were checking her out but then it started to get her excited the whole idea of you trying to see through her clothes. He said "I want whatever makes her happy and what would make her happy is to be your first." I didn't think it was so obvious that I would be my first time but it would be my first time and what a first time it would be! My only thought was what if I was not big enough? Could I please her? If she laughed at me I don't know what I would do. And then I asked where would you be? He said, "I will be there to help and seeing you two would turn me on too." "Oh shit," I thought but I could not say no to this! The thought of being together with her sexually was a fantasy comes to life for me. The idea of someone else in the room was a little different than I had pictured though. I made up my mind real fast! It would be worth it to me just to get close to a woman like her. I had to look away in order to tell him "ok". That was about all I could say at that time. My thoughts were like scrambled eggs it seemed. When we got there she was in the shower and we both sat in the living room watching TV when she walked through the room in her bathrobe. She pauses by my uncle and asked if it was "ok" and my uncle said "yes". With that she looked over to me and smiled. She went into the bedroom for what seemed like forever and all I could think about was her naked body under that robe. I was hard as a rock and it showed through my shorts. I looked at my uncle and he knew what was on my mind. He laughed a little and said "don't worry she didn't go to sleep, she will be out soon". She walked back into the room and lay on the couch. She left the robe in the bedroom and I was looking at the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, the only woman I had ever seen naked and she was laying there in front of me with her legs spread wide on the couch. I was completely turned on by my naked aunt! I just froze in place; after all this was the moment I had been waiting for! I didn't even notice my uncle until he went to the couch and said "come over and play with her pussy, it won't bite." I started to touch her mound real careful like it was made of glass and I would break it. Then he said, " put your hand here like this and move your fingers like this." He rubbed her a little then pushed his finger into her pussy and started to move his fingers in and out of her real slow. After a few second of demonstrating he pulled his hand away and said "Now you finger her pussy like I showed you." I have heard of this and even made up a few stories for my friends but, now I was seeing it happen right in front of me and I was next! So I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed back and forth pushing down a little until her pussy lips surrounded my finger. Her pussy was already wet from my uncle so it easily coated my fingers. Then I moved my hand to position my finger so I could push it inside her hole. I had put it in as far as I could and I was amazed when her eyes rolled back and she arched her back a little then she started to push against my finger and let out a slight moan! I was numb with passion and could not believe I was turning on a woman who was years older than me and I have never seen a woman naked before! I never wanted to stop moving my finger in and out of her wet pussy and feeling her push against my fingers. Then she pulled my head to her breast and said to me "I want you to suck my nipple and bite it a little if you want too." I opened my mouth and put it over her nipple and started to suck like a baby. I explored her nipple with my tongue. I wanted to feel every little bump and ridge with my tongue. I never missed a stroke with my fingers as I continued to explore and nibble on her nipples. Her pussy was so wet it made a slurping sound when I moved my fingers in and out now and I could feel the muscles in her pussy squeezes my fingers. Then she moved her hand to my crotch and started to rub and squeeze my cock through my shorts. I could feel my underwear getting wet from my hard cock. She said we have to take care of that now and pulled my hand out of her pussy and started to lick my fingers clean! I thought I was going to lose it in my shorts right then! She got up and said, "Take off your clothes and lay on the floor Hun." I was worried she would be disappointed with my 6"cock but, when I pulled my underpants down and it snapped to attention in front of her she just said, " you have a very nice cock Hun". Whew! I thought to myself. It was as if she cast a spell on me with those words and I was able to finally relax, a little. I finished my clothes and lay down on the floor like she told me. She got on her hands and knees and second later she lowered her head on my cock and took it down her throat up to my balls. Then slowly raised her head till it "popped" out of her mouth. She then started licking my cock and balls, rolling her tongue around the head of my cock and then plunging my cock back into her mouth and down her throat, holding it there while she sucked me. mmmm was all I could hear as she made a meal of my hard on. My head was swimming in ecstasy as her lips worked their magic on my cock. She let it slip out of her lips and looked up at me and smiled. Slowly she moved over my young body and when we were face to face she put her lips to mine and was forcing her tongue in my mouth! I was torn between the fact she was just sucking my cock and the feel of her tongue exploring my mouth. It wasn't long before I didn't care about her tongue covered with my juices anymore and I started to put my tongue in her mouth. Suddenly I felt her start to suck on my tongue like it was a cock! I gave up on any attempt to think at that point and melted in her arms. She had complete control over every inch of my body. She moved up and put her nipple in my mouth and told me "suck my nipples hard and don't stop." I loved the feeling of her breast in my mouth and licking her hard nipples so I immediately did what she told me. As soon as I started to suck her nipples she positioned herself over my cock and in one quick move forced her pussy down on me slamming her ass against my balls! Ooohhhh yesss! She said in a loud voice! Oh fuckkk! You're cock is so sweet Hun! I am going to ride you now baby! "That's right baby keep sucking my nipples; now bite my nipple!" She commanded. She reached out and grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand on her other breast. "Now squeeze this tit Hun," she said. I never felt anything as great as my aunt's pussy swallowing my cock! My breath left me for a minute and when she started to move on my shaft I had reached a level of excitement I could not of dreamed possible! She shifted and grinded her pussy back and forth on my cock while increasing speed with every motion. Then she just stopped moving and took a deep breath. My uncle was sitting in the chair watching us and as if on queue he shouted "shove it into her now she's Cumming!" I forced my cock in her as far as I could and she shouted "ooohhh oh my God, oh my God, baby, baby yes!" I could feel her body turn rigid for a few seconds, it was as if every muscle in her body had froze. Finally she let out a breath and started grinding my cock again, slow at first then much faster. "Now!" She said and I shoved it in her again as hard as I could and again an long passionate scream from deep within "oh baby, baby; your young cock feels so damn good." Her cries of passion filled the house. The last time I could not hold back anymore and we both cum together. With her pussy squeezing my cock, I shot my cum deep inside my aunts rigid body! It felt like a valve had been opened wide and years of pent up fluids were finally free now and would not stop until I was drained! She was moaning so loud that for a moment I thought I had hurt her. She collapsed on top of me seemingly completely Drained, with my cock still in her we laid there motionless. It wasn't long after watching us my uncle had moved behind her, "uuuggghhh" I heard my uncle shout as he shot his load on my aunts' ass. His cum ran between her ass cheeks onto my cock and balls and fell to the carpet. On his knees he crawled back and climbed on the couch where he had just came from. My aunt lifted her head to look at me and just smiled before kissing me and resting her head on my chest again. We were soaked in sexual juices and loving every second of it. We just stayed in that position awhile before my aunt decided it was time to clean up. The next morning was the worst. I never wanted to leave paradise! It's been awhile and there has been no mention of another sleepover.... yet. I will be waiting though because I love doing favors for my aunt! The Favor I've been married now for seven years to a great girl and we get along like best friends. The only problem we have is in the bedroom. She hates oral sex and refuses to perform it on me or me on her. At first I thought it was me and I wasn't any good at it but I never had any complaints from my other girlfriends in the past. I have tried for years to put it behind me and just be glad I get regular sex now and then. I refuse to cheat on her and get it somewhere else. So the only person I would not consider it cheating with is my mom. So this is where my story begins. I was sitting at work on a Friday thinking about how horny I was for some oral sex. It had been 8 years since I had a blow job and probably 4 or 5 since I had tasted a girls pussy. I was wishing there was some way I could get my wife to give in and do it with me but I had tried everything. Finally 10:45 was here. I got off early on Fridays because I work 9 hour days Monday thru Thursday. I had to go cash my check and meet my mom to get some money from her that she owed me. I was walking out to my car when it hit me. That's it! I'll ask my mom what I should do about my lack of oral sex. She always said I could ask her anything about sex when I was a kid. I'm 30 now but I'm sure she would still let me ask her sex questions. I pulled up to the bank, went in and did my banking and when I walked out my mom was parked next to my car. "Well here it goes," I thought. I walked up to her as she got out of her car. She handed the money to me and hugged me. She said she was going home since had all her stuff done in town. I didn't want ask her about my problem here in the parking lot. "Can I follow you back to your house?" I asked. "I need to talk to you about something in private ok." she looked at me kinda puzzled but said it was ok so we left. As I was following her I was practicing what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. I have never talked about sex in a serious manner before to my mom so I was getting pretty nervous. By the time we got to her house my whole body was shaking. We walked into the kitchen and I asked her to set down. "Is everything ok with and your wife." she asked. "Yes I need to ask a sexual question if that is ok, I mean if you fill uncomfortable talking about sex with me then I won't." I nervously said. She smiled and said "you know you can talk to me about anything." So I began to explain to her how long it had been since I had oral sex and how my wife didn't like it and that it was all I think about. After I finished talking she set there looking at me for a few minutes. I could tell she was really thinking about it hard. Then I got the biggest shock of my life. She got up and grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Why are we going in here? I asked. She sat me down on the bed and got down on her knees and looked at me. " You're my son and I love you very much and I will help you out with anything so you will be happy in life. Even if it means incest." she explained. My mom undid my pants and slid them off me and on to the floor. My cock was beginning to hardned as she pulled my underwear down. She then wrapped her hand around it and stroked it and watched precum run out of my hole. I could not believe what was happening. This was the person who had givin birth to me, who had takin care of me, and now she was about to blow me. She quickly rose to her feet and kissed me on the lips and said "lay back mommy is going to make it better now." Mother then took off her shirt and undid her bra exposing her 36c breast. Her nipples were already hard. She knelt back down and took me in her mouth sucking hard and licking me fully erect to the full 8 inches I am. She was sucking me better than any girl had before. I was gripping the bed sheets and panting as I watched my mom deep throat me. I wanted this to last forever but I knew I couldn't hold out any longer. 8 years was building up with each stroke of my moms lips going down on me. She could tell I was ready to cum so she sped up her sucking. I stood up off the bed so I could get a better view of me cumming on my mom's face. She stroked me with her hand while sucking the head. "Oh yes mom here it comes" I said. I exploded. The first shot flew past her and landed on the wall behind her. The rest shot into her mouth and on her face. It ran down her chin and on her tits. Mom than stuck me back in her mouth and cleaned me up. She grabbed some cum off her chest and ate it. "It's your turn now" I said. She laid back on the bed and pulled her shorts and panties down reveling her bush and pussy to me. This actually wasn't the first time I had seen it. When I was a kid she would get undressed before going to the bathroom to take a shower and one night she walked past me while I was sitting on the floor and I looked up just in time to her pussy lips. I spread her lips apart started licking her clit. She moaned with pleasure. I then licked my finger and slid it in her hole. She was so wet my finger entered her with ease. Her clit began to grow from the constant licking of my tongue. Her clit was a lot bigger than my wife's, at least a quarter of an inch long. I started stroking it like a small penis. I could tell her orgasm was near so went back to licking and fingering her. I could feel her pussy tighten around my finger and her tan stomach was moving up and down. She grabbed back of my head and pushed my face into her as her orgasm rocked her body. I didn't stop eating her out. I wanted her orgasm to last as long as possible. I took my finger out of mom's wet pussy and stuck it up her asshole. It was more than she could handle as she came a second time. I moved up to her face to kiss her and she licked her cum off my face. My cock was hard again so I rolled her over on her stomach and spread her ass cheeks apart to get a good look at her asshole. She turned and looked at with a worried look on her face. "Don't fuck in the ass ok" mom ordered. "Nobody has ever done that." she explained. "I'll go slow ok." I assured her. I placed the head of my dick on her asshole and gently pushed until her ass opened up for me. Now the head was completely in her. I waited a few seconds while her asshole adjusted. Then I pushed a little more. She started to whimper a little from the pain so I pulled out and had her suck me to get me good and wet so it would slide in better. This time it went in much easier. I pushed until it was all the way in. I began to fuck my mom's ass slowly at first but it felt so good I had to pick up the pace. She begged me to hurry and cum because it was beginning to hurt. The sound of my mom telling me to cum was just to much I pulled out of her and shot cum all over her back. We collapsed on the bed with a big sigh. My penis began to soften between my mom's ass cheeks. I knew I would never go with any kind of sex from then on. The Favor I walked in the door and bent over, clutching my hips as I tried to catch my breath. A drop of sweat slowly dribbled down the bridge of my nose, dangled, and fell to the floor with a small mushroom-cloud splash. It was damn hot. And that was going to be a problem. Another image flashed through my brain. It was a globule of saliva, moving in slow motion, hanging off my ball sack attached to a long sticky thread. The strand broke and the globule fell to the floor, only my view of the splash was obscured by the flashing mane of hair of the beautiful woman who was furiously sucking my cock. Such was her enthusiasm that spit was flying in all directions as she pistoned her tightly gripping hand and mouth up and down my rigid shaft. The flash of her diamond wedding band momentarily blinded me and interrupted the incredible view. I was so fucking horny. I hadn't been able to get this image out of my head all the way down the hill on my nightly "constitutional". It had repeated like a peep show loop in my brain for the last half mile at least. My dick was hard and sensitive, and chafed against the strained polyester of my running shorts. But I was sweaty. I would have to cool down in a hurry if I had any chance of getting any action from Caroline tonight. I entered the powder room and dabbed at my forehead with the damp fabric I had been carrying, noting its pungent musk. I opened the cabinet and stashed the stinky rag inside then I splashed cold water on my face in an attempt to cool down and wash the funk off of me. Then I headed up the stairs to our bedroom. As I crested the landing, I could see the timer on the TV flash "5 minutes remaining". Oh shit. This was another problem. She had probably set the sleep timer on the TV for 30 minutes. With five minutes left, Caroline would be practically asleep. Me sticky with sweat and her nearly unconscious, it looked like I'd be taking care of my own hard-on. Sure enough, she was curled up on her side, facing away from the television, with her eyes barely open. Her left hand lay alongside her exquisite face, the long, slim digits emphasizing her fine delicate features. Her ring glistened in the flickering light of the local newscast. My cock ached. "You made it back," she mumbled softly, "I'm glad. Now I can go to sleep." "You look like you weren't having a lot of trouble sleeping," I joked, "but really, who's going to mess with me? A pack of coyotes?" "A car," she replied sternly, "or a heart attack. Or who knows what else. You're not so young any more." "Ouch. That hurts." Caroline laboriously opened one eye and grinned at me. "I carry a phone, and a flashlight, and I always look both ways before I cross the street. You might be right about the heart attack, though. My heart is pounding and I'm all agitated. I've got this image I can't get out of my head. It's driving me crazy." Caroline and I played a little game sometime, as part of our foreplay, where I would make up fantasy stories for her. She would listen and sometimes comment, making wry observations and gently guiding the story until one or the other of us became too hot and bothered and touched off the actual sex. I decided to go for it here. I started in casually though. "Yeah, when I was on my way up the hill I saw this couple, I think one of the new families that moved in up by the Filmores. You know, she's pregnant, and he's got a shaved head? Anyway they were out walking their dog and I saw them and one thing led to another and now I can't get this, um, 'scenario' out of my head." Caroline's head was back on the pillow and her eyes were again heavily lidded. She grunted softly. I couldn't tell if she was aware of the game and encouraging me or not. So I continued. "Normally I keep my headphones on and don't stop to chat, but maybe, since they're new to the neighborhood, I should say hello, right?" There was no reaction from Caroline, just a slight intake of breath. "We chit chat, I find out she's six months pregnant, bada bing, bada boom, one thing leads to another and the next thing you know I'm telling them the birth story." "Mmmm," murmured Caroline, "that one always slays 'em." Her eyes were still closed but her voice was sounding more alert. Hmmm, this was looking a bit more promising. "Yes of course, they're practically eating out of my hand. How could two soon-to-be first-time parents resist a story about a man delivering his own baby on the side of the road? "Five minutes later, Kim and Bob think I'm the Dr. Phil of birth stories. They're embarrassed about interrupting my walk, but they want to hear more war stories about our three deliveries, so they invite me back to their place for a drink. It's just around the corner. Ordinarily I wouldn't have accepted, but I was just about to turn around and head home. They seemed like an interesting couple, so I went along. "It turns out that they're young professionals, well, Kim's a lawyer, and Bob's a writer for a reality show or something. Who knew there was such a thing? Anyway. Pregnant with their first child, and none of their friends have any kids yet, and they're desperate for someone to talk to about it, and I'm nothing if not an expert at this point, right honey? Anyway, to make a long story short, she's complaining about how hard it is to sleep and how she's up all night, so I tell her about when you were pregnant with Luke, and how hot it was that summer, and how you kept waking me up every hour to complain. "'Oh my God' Kim practically shouts, 'that's awful. I'm not that bad yet, I only get up two or three times a night, and I never wake up Bob. I guess he's got it easy. So what did she do, what did you do? I would be a wreck if I was up that much' "So I tell her, what with all the hormones and everything, you were at your horniest then, so it kind of worked out in my favor. "'Oh my God!!!' screams Kim again, 'me too. I'm so horny all the time I'm like a cat in heat. But Bob thinks my belly is gross.' "'I do not, honey!' Bob protests, 'I'm just worried about hurting you and the baby.' "'That's what he says,' replies Kim, 'but I don't believe him. He hasn't touched me in four weeks and we used to do it every night before this.' And then she looked at me and blushed furiously, as she realized that she had just spilled the beans on their most intimate secrets." "Wait a minute." Caroline interrupted, "It's not that intimate - you haven't even told me what they look like!" Yes! Pay dirt! Caroline was playing along now. I noticed her hand had moved and was now resting against my arm as I lay next to her on the bed. I flexed my bicep for her benefit as I launched into my descriptions. "Bob's medium height, kind of wiry, carefully shaved head. It looks like he used to have very dark hair and features, which he accessorizes with a pair of clunky 1980's Elvis Costello glasses. I guess you'd call it a post-punk intellectual look. "Kim's about 5'2", probably 110 before she got preggo, petite but no waif. Medium-length straight strawberry blonde hair. It's cut in a kind of 'That Girl' flip. Seems like more of a D-girl cut than a lawyer, but maybe she's an entertainment attorney. She's got pale, pale skin and a sharp, straight nose. Not unattractive, but prominent. She's wearing a pair of sweats, nice ones -- you know, the Beverly Hills kind -- which she's cut off as shorts and is wearing slung below her belly. She's wearing one of his dress shirts, which isn't all that big on her. Plus she's got it open from the bottom to drape over the sides of her big, round belly. She's not wearing a bra, and her tits look to be smallish, but with huge brown nipples like California olives." "You can tell that through her shirt?" Caroline asked, impertinently. "Just trust me. I tell you how I found out later. Anyway, can I continue the story now? So I say, 'Well I'm sure it's not because you're unattractive. I can say without hesitation that I think you're gorgeous and I'd have no hesitation in jumping your bones.' "I was joking, just trying to put her at ease, but my words hit the air like some sort of concussion grenade. There was complete silence and I swear no one breathed. Now I was the one who was embarrassed. "I looked at Bob. He was staring blankly at me. "'Right, Bob? You think she's still gorgeous, don't you?' I was trying to direct the attention away from me and lead him to say the right thing, even if he didn't really feel that way. But he remained silent. He stared over my shoulder, his eyes locked with hers. I wanted to se her expression, but she was behind me and it seemed like it would be rude to turn around and confront her. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder. "'Would you really?' she asked softly. 'Um, I mean, do you really think I'm attractive?' "I turned to face her and stare into her pale blue eyes. She held my gaze without blinking as I looked for a clue as to how I should respond. Then I remembered; there's only one acceptable response to that question, for any woman. "'Of course. You're beautiful. Fit. Pretty face. Great legs. Nice chest. I'm sure you were gorgeous before you got pregnant, you'll be gorgeous after, and you're sure as hell gorgeous now.' "'But that's not what I asked,' she said with a slight pout, 'do you find me attractive? Bob's always saying the right thing and telling me how great I look, but he won't touch me.' "'I can't believe that,' I said, 'because if you were in my bed, I'd want a piece of you every night and twice on Sundays.' But even as I spoke, I could see in Bob's eyes that she was right. "'I'm sure if there's any truth to it, it's because Bob is misguidedly afraid of hurting you or the baby. It's a fairly common, if unfounded, fear among certain men. It is a shame though.' "Here I stared straight at Bob. 'It's a shame that he's ignoring your needs, regardless of how it might make him feel. And it's a shame that all that hormone-fueled libido and passion is going to waste. You're about to have a baby and this is your last chance to go out in a blaze of glory.'" "What's that supposed to mean?" Caroline demanded with an angry swat on my arm, "We still have sex!" "Yes, of course we do sweetheart. Damned good sex too, I might add. But you know that you're Superwoman, and she's probably not that strong. Plus even you took a little while to get back to it after the kids." I took the opportunity to put my hand on Caroline's side and begin stroking her soothingly. Strategically I decided not to remind her any further about her complete lack of interest in sex for the first year after our daughter was born. I petted her gently, caressing her side from her rib cage down to her flaring hips and back again. I began to rub the sides of her generous breasts through the silky pajamas. "Should I go on?" I asked archly. "Mmmmm" Caroline grunted. Her eyes were small slits again, but her hand had not left my arm. "So anyways, Kim turns to me and says, 'Come on. Show me. Show Bob. Show us that it's okay that I can still be passionate. It would be a really big favor. For your neighbors. For me...' "I glanced at her, trying to see if she was serious and she returned my gaze with one of her own. She held my eyes with a look that was both hungry and defiant. I turned to look at Bob. His eyes flickered to me but quickly returned to Kim, studying her intently. Was he shocked? Enthralled? Looking -- even hoping for a signal from her to her to call it off? I couldn't tell so I turned back to Kim. "'Please, Grant,' was all she said. "So I kissed her. At first just a straight forward, no-nonsense kiss on the lips. But she was hungry. She held on and pulled me back for more. There was no mistaking the urgency in her kiss, especially when her tongue snaked past my lips and whirled around inside my mouth. "She crushed her body against mine, and I could feel the firm bulge of her tummy. It was definitely on! I broke the kiss and went for her ear, which made her moan. I was still holding her by the waist, but I decided to see exactly what the rules of this game were. I locked eyes with Bob as I slid my hands down onto his wife's ass and began squeezing her plump cheeks roughly with both hands. The look on his face was priceless as I plunged my hands into her shorts and began to maul her naked flesh. The US Army had nothing on this, as Bob's expression was pure shock and awe. I was trying to imagine how he might feel, witnessing his wife in the arms of another man, but my attention was drawn elsewhere." It was definitely on in my bedroom as well. All this time I was continuing my manual exploration of Caroline's familiar, yet still delectable body. I slid my hands under her silky nightshirt and began to caress her naked flesh. I gently circled the soft mounds of her chest, cupping her pliant flesh and stroking the sensitive underside of her breasts. Then I slid my hands up to her rigidly hard nipples and was rewarded with an excited quiver from Caroline. Inspired, I continued my tale. "I was shocked by how hard her nipples were as they pressed into my chest. I pulled one hand out of Kim's pants and slid it up her back under her shirt. Sure enough there was no bra strap. At the same time I plunged my other hand even deeper into her pants, trying to reach her creamy center from the back. It was tight in there, but I could soon feel her wetness seeping down her crack, and with that additional lubrication I was able to wiggle the tip of my finger inside her." At this point my hand passed over Caroline's pubic patch, gently brushing over her lightly furred mound with practiced familiarity. My middle finger traced the steaming furrow of her lips, rustling the delicate hairs along her slit but not touching the sensitive flesh. It came to rest just on top of her swollen nub. Caroline moaned in anticipation, and when I didn't move, she thrust her pelvis forward trying to create the friction she craved. I just let my finger ride her thrust gently like a butterfly on a waving branch, and continued on with my tale. "Kim let out a deep sigh and threw her head back, exposing her long, lean neck. I kissed her there, tasting her salty skin, and slid my hands around her chest until I was cupping her chest. Her breasts were small and firm, but her nipples, I noticed immediately, were jutting out like thumbs, and extremely sensitive. She gasped loudly when I squeezed those nubs, hard. "I needed to see her naked, so I pulled my hand out of her pants and stepped back. It was a button-down shirt, but I couldn't wait, so I just lifted it off over her head. She was firm and lean, except of course for her little cantaloupe belly and a slight thickness in the hips. Her breasts were indeed smallish and cone-shaped, but very firm and smooth. And her nipples, while not quite as big as I had thought, were round and brown like a pair of ripe olives against her pale skin. They were standing out rigid and puckered with her excitement. "'Take that off too,' I told her and she eagerly pulled the drawstring on her shorts which dropped right to the ground. She was wearing a tiny pair of pink panties, and without hesitation she slipped her fingers in the waistband and quickly shimmied them down her legs, leaving her standing completely naked in front of me and Bob. 'Now turn around. Show me -- and show Bob -- how beautiful you are. How absolutely hot you are right now. "Kim slowly pirouetted in front of us, showing her plump ass and the tight 'V' of her crotch, covered in a sparse patch of strawberry blonde hair. 'Can you smell that Bob?' I asked, drawing a deep breath through my nose, 'That's the smell of a woman in heat. Doesn't it speak to your primal spirit? That's what we're programmed for, right? The species can be propagated now...' "I led Kim to the nearby lounger and gently sat her down, pushing her legs apart to expose her glistening crotch. 'And look at this. Have you ever seen such a needy pussy? So ripe and ready. Makes you just want to dive in and eat it, doesn't it?'" So that's what I did. I moved my face down over Caroline's steaming crotch. Holding her slick lips apart with two fingers to expose her hot pink core, I moved my face just short of contact with her swollen clit and continued my story. "I knelt in front of her and studied her swollen pussy. She was visibly wet and aroused. At first I just pressed my nose into her crotch and inhaled deeply. She whimpered as my breath rustled the soft hairs around her sex. I continued teasing her with light licks all around her crotch without touching her needy pussy. I ran my tongue slowly through the sparse hairs on her engorged labia. I was so close I could feel the heat radiating from her steamy core, but still I didn't touch her. I stopped when I came to her clit, which was already standing up, pink and hard. I blew directly on her swollen nub and felt her convulse instantly. 'Oh my God!' she gasped." I tried to duplicate the scene I was describing to Caroline with my own actions, but telling the story kept my mouth occupied, so I slid my fingers into her slippery cunt, which, I noted with satisfaction, was already awash with her pussy cream. I pressed forward with my narrative. "I stuck out my tongue and delicately brushed her sensitive lips. She hummed with anticipation. I began to stroke her slit lightly from end to end." I used my hands to stroke Caroline's cunt gently, teasing her pliant lips and slippery hole, punctuating my caresses with an intermittent lick here and there. I circled her swollen clit lazily, and Caroline let out a brief moan. "She moaned, and I realized how turned on she was. It was an incredible rush, one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard, and I also realized that my dick was rock hard, tenting my shorts." Caroline took the hint and the next thing I knew, her hand was gripping my cock tightly through the thin athletic shorts I wore. Then she slid her hand under the loose leg of the shorts and I was treated to the exquisite sensation of her cool, smooth fingers on my naked flesh. She moaned as she stroked the length of my engorged shaft, pausing to twist her grip around the swollen mushroom tip, before descending again to caress my straining balls. "I took a long swipe with my tongue and pressed her legs back to give me better access to her slippery cunt. She was an amazing sight, sprawled in the chair with her legs splayed out to the side. Her pussy was red, wet and swollen, and her cunt hair all matted down with her juices. Her long hard nipples were barely visibly over the taught swell of her belly. Her eyes were closed in rapture, but her mouth was open and lips wet with saliva. "With my free hand I spanked her clit gently three times in rapid succession. Kim arched her back and groaned urgently. From my perspective between her legs I could no longer see her face, only the silhouette of her upthrust breasts, but I could see that she had grabbed hold of one of her rigid nipples and was torquing it violently. I plunged my tongue as deep into her hole as it would go to catch her welling nectar, and continued to strum her clit like a guitar string. Kim wrapped her legs around my ears and squeezed, but I could still hear the howl as she came, hard. "That's right, come for me! Come hard! Come on, give it to me!" I was furiously stroking Caroline's swollen clit as I rotated three fingers deep in her sloshing canal, making sure to brush her taut G spot with each turn. Caroline squeezed my arm hard and let out a low keening wail which rose to a glass-shattering crescendo as she tipped over the edge of her own violent orgasm. I slowed my pistoning hands but continued to stroke her as I rode her paroxysm until she pulled my hands away from her sensitive cunt. We embraced tightly as we both recovered our breath. My cock was like a hot iron bar between us. The Favor I rolled onto my back, so that my rampant prick jutted up like a beacon. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head on the pillow, and smiled smugly. Caroline looked at me and laughed, "Let me guess, then she gave you a blow job?" Well, she did know me. I put a look of mock hurt on my face. "Is that what you think sweetheart?" I protested. "I'm appalled by your opinion of me. Here's how I see it. Me going down on her -- that's pretty much a public service. Social work. Just being a good neighbor. But getting a blow job from her-- that would be sex and I'd feel uncomfortable about that. What kind of ass would I have to be to do that? Unless you were cool with it of course." I stared at my throbbing cock clutched in Caroline's tight grasp. It was time to make my fantasy come true. "Of course, if you were cool with it, it would have gone something like this: "First I announce it to them both. 'Bob, I'm going to put my cock in your wife's mouth right now. You'd like that, wouldn't you?' "He would think for only a second. 'Um, yes.' "'Good, then tell her.' "Surprisingly enough, there's no hesitation on his part. 'Do it honey,' he mutters. "'No,' I say, 'Not like that. Tell her what you want.' "That one stops him, but only for a moment." I had been moving up, straddling Caroline's torso as I spoke, and now I paused astride her chest, with my throbbing cock dangling in front of her face. I looked past my pulsing tool to her face, flush with lust and anticipation. I stared deep in her eyes and slowly leaned forward until my rampant prong butted up against her plump lips. "He takes a breath and says, 'I want to see you suck it honey. I want to watch you put this man's cock in your mouth and make him cum.'" Caroline held my gaze unwaveringly as I pressed forward and her sweet plump lips slowly parted to accommodate the head of my swollen cock. I pressed forward until half my cock was embedded in her warm, wet mouth, and then pulled back slowly, observing the sheen of her saliva like a dipstick mark on my shaft. I proceeded with caution, slowly fucking Caroline's face, and for a time the only sound was my heavy breathing and the wet noises of my cock churning her saliva. I began to pick up speed while I described my assault on Kim's mouth. "I want to see what kind of cock sucker she is, so I push my shaft deep into her mouth, thrusting slowly but firmly, until I feel the back of her throat. And then I keep pushing. At first nothing happens, but then I feel her throat open and I slide inside. "Oh my god! The way her convulsing throat grips my cock -- incredible! But I pull back to give her some air, and start feeding her my cock, slowly and regularly, in and out... in and out... in... and... out... And just when she is getting used to it, I pull all the way out of her slick lips and feed her my balls instead. "She licks and tongues and sucks every inch of my nut sack as if she would later have to describe it to a sketch artist -- or her husband. So I say, 'Tell your husband how much you like sucking this cock.'" Caroline continued to nuzzle my balls, but didn't say anything. "I said, 'Tell your husband how much you like sucking this cock.'" Caroline stopped her tongue in mid-swipe and looked at me, as she realized I was talking to her. And bless her heart, that sweet mother of three came to play. "This is the tastiest fucking cock I've sucked in months," she said crudely, "I can't wait to taste its hot cream, and feel it spurting into my mouth and on my face." A cold shiver of pleasure literally ran up my spine as I savored the shocking, delicious nastiness of it all. Caroline grabbed my cock firmly in her left hand and plunged it back into her mouth. She then commenced the wettest, noisiest, most enthusiastic blow job she had ever given, at least to me. Her tightly puckered lips were flying up and down my shaft, gliding on a thick coat of her saliva as she milked me with her mouth. Periodically she would slow her pace and thrust herself down onto my pole until my cock was again bottomed out deep in her throat and she could reach out and tongue my balls as if she was trying to recapture her runaway drool. I had a fleeting thought that perhaps I had I begun to feel my climax coming on and I let her know it. "Yes! Suck it!" I howled, "Suck that cock." She pulled me out of her throat and began a furious stroking of my cock, her hand a glittering blur on my pole as she gasped, "Oh yes. Give it to me. Give me your cum. Give it to me!" So I did. I erupted with a mighty groan. The first surge splashed across her forehead and into her eye in a great gushing gout. The second plugged her nostril and the third was a direct hit on her outstretched tongue. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and she sucked hard, draining me of every last drop. Afterwards we lay slumped on the bed, limp and sapped. Caroline looked at me from behind cum-shrouded eyelashes. "That was quite some story," she said simply. "Quite a 'public service' you performed." "That's me," I replied sardonically, "always willing to help out." "Yeah. Okay, my sweaty, smelly friend who woke me up to get his cock sucked. Who's really doing the favors around here?" "I am, of course, forever in your debt, sweetheart." "Well I'd appreciate it if you'd help out cleaning up this mess," she retorted, rolling over to turn her back to me. "Of course, Sweetheart," I said, slipping out of bed, "what kind of cad do you take me for?" I picked up her discarded panties off the floor as if they were a plain white handkerchief, and gently wiped the sticky cum from her eyes and off her face. When she was reasonably clean I kissed her gently on the lips and whispered, "How's that?" Caroline muttered, but was already falling back to sleep. I stood up and regarded her now soiled panties -- evidence of my successful seduction. I headed for the bathroom to clean up myself, but stopped at the doorway. "Thank you Sweetheart," I said clearly, but there was no answer. I took a last look at her sleeping there among the crumpled sheets, and had to smile. I had pulled it off. I pulled the bedroom door shut behind me and headed for the bathroom. Inside the bathroom I splashed my face and rinsed off accumulated grime of my exercise and sexual exertions. I stared at myself in the mirror and hardly recognized the man I saw there, disguised as he was by the massive shit-eating-grin on his face that no amount of water could wash off. I opened the cabinet under the sink and reached in to retrieve the prize I had stashed there only a few minutes earlier. I pulled out the tiny wisp of pink fabric. Crumpled into a small ball, it was scarcely big enough to cover my nose. It was stained and crusty, and redolent with a heady cocktail of bodily fluids. But it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I compared it to the pair in my other hand. My grin was now threatening to wrap around my face and meet on the other side. Perhaps I could start a new hobby -- a collection. "I don't think Caroline has any in this color," I thought to myself, "I wonder if I can convince her that they're hers..." _________________________ Author's Note: I appreciate feedback of all sorts. Please consider voting and/or commenting, to let me know what you thought of this story. Also special thanks to my editors Samfunboy89 and (anonymous) The Favor Part I: The Favor When a man comes home to his wife and a houseful of women, it's either really good or really bad, especially when the conversation stops as soon as the door opens. And most especially when the women looking at him have those expressions suggesting they know something he doesn't (and of course they do -- it's always that way). His wife stepped forward and walked toward him. "Hi honey," she said as she put her arms around his neck, "How are you?" "Hey Em. I'm ok. What's up with you guys?" he said and released her, looking at the other two women. His wife, Emily, smiled up at him. Her rich, chocolate brown eyes were framed by shoulder length wavy brown hair, and full lips. She was slender but not skinny, and leaned to the athletic side of things; attractive by anyone's standards, especially for a 40 year old. In fact, Ryan thought, the whole group of her friends were well above average. Cat was her best friend, tall, with shoulder-length, full red hair and green eyes, a voluptuous body, curvy and soft. Ryan had always thought she was among the sexiest women he had ever met, and she had a coy, seductive personality to match. Allison was the shortest of the three, maybe 5'3", with sandy brown hair and blue eyes, thin, but with a large chest that caught men's attention even through a winter coat. Emily glanced at her two friends. "We were just gossiping." "Any good stories?" Ryan asked. "Just the usual stuff." She answered. Allison reached out and put a hand on Emily's shoulder. "I have to get going and feed my dickhead husband. I'll talk to you tomorrow morning." Cat told her, "Don't take any shit tonight," as Allison headed out the still open door. Ryan watched her walk out and asked "Everything alright with Allison? She seems pissed. Is Brad being a dick again?" "Just the usual crap. Bitching about nothing." Ryan crossed into the kitchen and poked his head into the refrigerator, trolling for a snack. "Where's Ashley tonight?" he asked, emerging with an apple just in time to catch on those "for women only" looks flash between Emily and Cat. Emily spoke first. "She's at home, being morbid. She didn't want to come over in case she some fun." A note of sarcasm. "Yeah, she was afraid the sun would turn her to stone. Fucking Medusa," added Cat. Ryan chuckled, "Cat hon, wrong myth. Medusa was the one who turned men to stone for her garden." "Smart men make me sooooo horny," Cat fired back. Ashley had gotten divorced about 9 months earlier and had had a hard time getting over it; her ex-husband had left her for another women, which, thought Ryan, was rather odd since Ashley happened to be a rather stunning, intelligent, and genuinely nice woman. "You guys should give her a break and quit being so intolerant," Ryan advised, biting into the cold, pithy apple. "Shit, this apple sucks. I hate mushy apples!" Emily looked at Ryan closely. "Listen Ryan, we have a favor to ask of you. It's going to sound odd, though." Cat gave Ryan a seductive half-smile, "But could be fun." Ryan's brow wrinkled, "Shit. What?" He figured someone's car was broken and they needed a ride, or some kid needed babysitting. His wife and her friends always came to him for help; in truth, he was the man in their group of friends they could turn to. The rest of the husbands by-and-large ignored their wives and made their presence known only when it suited their needs. This fact often put Ryan in the crosshairs when the girls needed a hand, but it also routinely left him as the only man in a group of beautiful women. Emily continued, "I'm not sure how to ask this, so I'll just come out with it. We think Ashley needs to get laid." "No," Cat interrupted, "She needs to cum. Hard." Emily shot Cat a look that said "this is hard enough, so shut the hell up". Ryan let out a small chuckle towards Cat. He shared her rough and rather blunt sense of humor. "So how hard could it be for Ash to find a willing guy? It's not like she's nasty and has crabs. Well, maybe she had crabs... I'll try to think of someone from work we could set her up with," said Ryan. Cat returned Ryan's giggle, which perturbed Emily even more. She never did like it when Ryan and Cat flirted, especially in front of her. "Ryan, I think you're missing the point," said Emily Cat giggled louder, and ended up letting out a snort, which sent her and Ryan into laughing fits. Emily waiting until their laughter had nearly subsided. "You're not helping, Cat." Cat continued to grin. "You want me to just tell him? Maybe it will be easier that way. Ryan- Emily, Allison and I think that-" "Cat!" Emily cut in. "Ryan, we think that it would better for Ash if she was put into a comfortable position, that's all." Ryan's eyebrows raised a bit, "Ok, so..." "So we, the three of us girls, thought you could help her," Emily said. "Yeah, help her back in the saddle," Cat added with a sideways glance to Ryan, "In all seriousness, Ryan, she needs the confidence, and you're the nicest guy any of us knows. She's comfortable with you. We all are. Plus," Cat snuck a look at Emily, "we hear you're not half bad in bed, which is better than we can say for the rest of our husbands." He looked confused, his heart pounding, "Emily...?" "Ryan," Emily said as she walked over to him, "I know where our marriage stands and it's ok. I've thought about this for a while, and in fact it was my idea. We already have it all set up. Ash knows and is willing to try." She put her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear "I'll make it up to you. I promise." Ryan arrived at the hotel that night -- the girls knew this had to happen before anyone could change their mind. Ryan, Emily, and Cat had talked it over, and laid out the boundaries -- this was for Ashley and Ryan had to respect that, but they all knew he would treat her like a queen, and that's why they had asked him to do this. Emily had told the girls that he was slow, gentle lover; that he always made sure to take care of her needs. Still, it was an odd feeling for him to be meeting another woman, especially one he knew so well, after being with only Emily for so many years. Part of his mind held the suspicious thought that this was a set up to test his fidelity in the most difficult conceivable situation, but deep-down he knew the girls where right about this. And of course, there was the little man-part of his brain that painted the picture of the perfect fantasy... The interior of the hotel was warm and dry after the cool, rainy fall afternoon, and very nice. Ryan found the elevators and pushed the button for the 10th floor -- the top level of the building. The door slide open and he stepped onto the penthouse floor. "The girls haven't missed a trick," he thought as stepped out of the elevator onto the suite floor. He knocked lightly on the door marked 1001, his nerves starting to make themselves felt as he realized how long it had been since he had touched a woman other than Emily. The door opened and Ashley stood looking at him, nerves clearly getting the better of her as well. Her appearance sparked a fresh round of anxiety in him; she was dressed in a form-fitting black cocktail dress that stopped mid-thigh, showing the rest of her tanned and athletic legs below it. It was low-cut and sleeveless, letting her gym-shaped shoulders have their maximum effect on him, and her small, firm breasts were accentuated by the cut of the dress. Her hair was dark brown, approaching black, and cut just past the shoulder, framing the smooth, tan skin of her face. Her dark, almond shaped eyes and full lips gave her a sensual look, almost with the barest hint of Asian ethnicity. Ashley stepped aside to let him in and said, "I wasn't sure what to wear for an arranged fucking. I hope this is ok." Her wry, forced smile making it clear that she was trying to lighten the situation, an effort Ryan appreciated. "Me either, but you look amazing." He was wearing light tan pants and a long-sleeved shirt the color of burgundy. Typically, he didn't pay much attention to coordinating his outfits, but Emily and Cat had "dressed" him the afternoon, and made sure that his shoes, belt, and watch worked together. He was of medium height, close to 6 feet, and his trim build was a product of long bike rides, which he often took with Emily and sometimes with her group of girlfriends. His eyes were a rich gray-blue so striking that they often caught people's attention, who invariably commented on the unusual steel color. His light brown hair was kept short and he gave it almost no consideration, so that it often looked like it had just lost a fight with the wind. What the girls in Emily's group of friends found most attractive, though, was his easy smile that put people at ease, made them feel comfortable, like whatever problems they had were not that important after all. His laugh showed in his eyes, turning them up at the corners and providing a little glint with a contagious effect that could always get the girls giggling over nothing at all. The suite Ryan entered was more akin to an apartment than a hotel, with a living room and kitchen in front, and a large bedroom in back. Through the door into the bedroom, a fireplace was visible, with a stack of wood sitting on the hearth. The late afternoon sun sent diffused light through the cloudy sky that left the room with a gray pallor. Ryan set his small travel bag down on the hotel-issue desk and took out a bottle of still chilled chardonnay and two glasses. He and Ashley were the only two in their little group of friends of that liked chardonnay, and so he had gotten the best wine that he could find on short notice. Ashley looked at the bottle, "Oh my God, thank you so much," and rested a hand on Ryan's shoulder while he opened the bottle and poured two glasses. The feel of her hand sent a fresh wave of butterflies through his stomach, but excited him at the same time. It wasn't like he had never thought about what it would feel like to be with Ash, her skin against his, the taste of her lips, her hands caressing him. He had to almost physically shake himself out his reverie, a daydream that was rapidly turning into reality. "So I'm not exactly sure where to start, Ryan..." He handed her a glass and motioned for her to sit on the couch. "Let's just have a glass of wine. We don't have to do anything, you know. This is for you, however you want it to go. We can sit and get drunk, if you'd like. I'm just here as you're kept-man for the night," he said, smiling that disarming smile. Her gratitude was clear in the smile she returned. They sat and slowly sipped their wine, chatting about life, politics, marriage, anything that came to mind. The wine warmed both them, and Ashley's face had taken on the barest sheen that made her look a bit like she had just finished a workout. Ryan set his glass on the table and put his hands on her shoulders, turning her so that her back faced him, and began to massage her shoulders and neck, using gentle pressure and small circular motions. The feel of her skin was like cream under his fingers as he worked every inch of exposed flesh. His hands skimmed down her arms to her hands, raising gooseflesh and leaving her nipples hard under her dress. He could feel her breathing quicken and knew the exercise was having the same effect on both of them. She turned her head back to look at Ryan. "You're going to finish the job you came for just by doing this..." Her voice had taken on the slightly husky edge of lust. He leaned in toward Ashley, and realizing he was taking a chance, kissed her lightly on the corner of the mouth -- a kiss that fell tantalizingly between one for a lover and one for a friend. She let the lids of her dark brown eyes sink closed and turned her head back around in a clear invitation for Ryan to continue his exploration of her body. "So," he thought, "we're going through with this after all." He wove his fingers through her hair and began to massage the sensitive skin of her scalp. Through her closed eyes Ashley said, "Ok, Ryan, you've seduced me now. Just be gentle, it's been a long time since I've done this." "Don't worry, Ash. I promise," and he kissed the back of her neck with light butterfly kisses before standing from the couch, "Hang on for a just a minute, ok? I'll be right back." Ryan entered the room dominated by a monstrous king bed with an excess of big, soft pillows stacked three deep. The walls of the room were painted soft beige and hung with large prints showing art galleries from around the world; the Louvre, the Met, the National Art Gallery. He pulled the brash maroon and gold bed spread back to reveal sheets bleached to a shocking white. That done, he turned his attention to the fireplace. Sitting on the grate inside was a prepared combination of kindling and paper ready to light and a pack of wooden matches left nearby, all part of the hotel's penthouse experience. He squatted on his haunches and lit the paper, small yellow flames tinged with green getting larger as they poured up the paper and began to consume the thin kindling, giving off small, satisfying crackles as the fire established itself on the wood. He added a small log to the growing flame, making sure it settled in just the right place before adding a second. "Are you almost ready?" Ashley said from the doorway. Her voice carried a slightly mocking tone that really asked why a beautiful, willing, and enthusiastic woman was being made to wait. Ryan stood, turning his back on the fire that snapped at the two fresh logs. Ashley was leaning on one side of the doorframe, a hand idly stroking her thigh, slightly shifting the hem of the dress up her leg. She was lit by grey light from the last vestiges of the rainy day mixed with flickering yellow from the fireplace. The effect caught him completely by surprise, and he could do nothing but stand and stare. She stepped into the room and slowly came to Ryan, moving as close as she could to him without touching, their bodies separated by only the barest sheet of air. The fire gained strength behind them and its yellow glow grew bolder, fighting the coming night for control of the room. Ashley's eyes were half closed and her mouth slightly parted. "Don't move," she whispered. She let her lips brush his, tickling both their senses, and her tongue traced the lightest outline of his lips, still not letting any other part of their bodies touch. All thought of uncertainty that either of them had carried into the hotel had been chased off into the night. Ashley let her herself lean almost imperceptibly forward and Ryan could feel her hard nipples teasing his chest through his thin shirt as she stated to sway slowly across his body. She stepped back then and turned her back to him, letting her ass brush his crotch as she turned, feeling his hardening cock confined in his pants. Ryan reached out and let his fingers roam across the exposed skin of her shoulders and neck. He found the zipper to her dress and slowly started to move it down, stopping every inch to kiss the newly exposed warm skin of her back. Her head hung forward, hair cascading around her face, and Ryan took advantage of the bare skin with light kisses and fingertips that covered her neck and back. The zipper reached it's nadir at her lower back and Ryan could see that she was wearing nothing underneath the black cocktail dress. His hands slid down her back and caressed the soft skin just above her ass, letting the feeling draw itself out. Her hands reached back and found his hips, pulling him close, letting his hard cock nestle in the crevasse of her ass. Ashley turned her head and kissed Ryan, their tongues mixing, his hands exploring her breasts though her dress. A small moan escaped her and she stood up then, letting the dress fall to the floor, leaving her naked in the cool air. Ryan gently moved her to the edge of the king bed, and she bent over, bracing herself on her hands, her ass in the air. He stepped to the side and one hand slid along her stomach while the other grazed down her ass, eventually meeting over her now-wet pussy. His fingers grazed the lips, barely flicking her swollen clit, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from Ashley. Her hips gyrated, looking for a way to press his fingers to her clit. "Slow down, Ash," Ryan whispered, "I promise you'll cum." Her voice was breathy now, steaming with lust. "I don't think I can wait much longer." Ryan let his fingers dance over her, teasing her, brushing her clit, probing just into her wetness and then back. He could feel her clit swelling, hear the pace of her breathing picking up. His left hand moved up her body, finding a nipple between thumb and forefinger at the same time he increased pressure on her clit, his finger running circles around it. He kept the pressure steady for several seconds while Ashley's back arched and her breath caught. "I'm going to cum in about 5 seconds," Ashely hissed. She turned and let their eyes meet. Ryan's hand moved faster between her legs, now using two fingers back and forth across her clit, pinching a nipple gently with his other hand. Ryan leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "I want you to cum for me now." Ashely kept her eyes on his. "Ok" was all she was able to moan. Her body tensed and for a long moment she held her breath clenched in her chest and then "Yes, oh God. Please don't stop. I'm cumming right now." Her moans were soft and the most erotic thing Ryan had ever heard. It was the sound of a woman completely immersed in a sea of pleasure. He started to alternate sliding his two fingers into her pussy and then back across her clit in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He let his other hand slide back down and start massaging her clit, adding to the sensation. "Ryan," she gasped, "Hun, I'm about to cum again." He continued to stroke her engorged clit. "Oh fuck, here it is..." She bucked her back and started to moan as he continued to work on her pussy, her voice coming in gasps as her climax rolled over her. Her orgasm this time was longer and more intense and Ryan kept his movement constant until he felt her body relax under him. She looked at him through eyes glazed with the last film of her multiple orgasms, finally letting her body lay flat on the big bed. Ryan slid the comforter up over bare body, and let his hands massage her shoulders and upper back. "I've never cum so hard before. Is this what it's supposed to feel like every time?" she asked. He let out a little laugh. "Ash, if I tell you that, it'll spoil you for other men. But I'm glad you enjoyed it." Ashely rolled over, the light of the fire giving her a soft reddish glow as it washed over her bare breasts. Her eyes traveled down his body and settled on the bulge in his pants. "Ryan," she purred, "do you want to fuck me?" Her voice still dripped with lust, and stirred a new round of arousal in him. "Um..." "Ryan," her voice silky, "I want you to fuck me. Nice and slow. I want to cum with you deep inside me. You're allowed to do that tonight, aren't you?" He noticed her hands had slid under the comforter, her eyes half-lidded, lips gently pursed. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of them while he unbuttoned his shirt. She watched him undress, her hand moving slowly beneath the sheets, her tongue wetting her lips, breath still short and quick. As Ryan shed the last of his clothes, carefully selected for the evening by the girls, she started to sit up, but he gently held her down, bending down instead for a long, slow kiss. His lips trailed off her mouth to her smooth neck and down to her chest. His gentle kisses around her hard nipples brought a low sigh from Ashley, or perhaps it was her finger teasing her own clit that started her climb back up to the peak. The Favor "Uhhhhhnn.....uhhhhnn..... ohhhh.....oh shit...not again.....oh shit!" The tiny brunette screamed her way through another orgasm. Her slender, shapely thighs were spread wide around the muscular bulk of the black man who was currently fucking her senseless. Full thick lips were kissing the side of her exposed neck as his surprisingly gentle fingers strummed her sensitive clit. "Dammit....dammit Kevin....ooooohhhh....fuck! Please baby no more.....I can't take anymore......ohhhh.....please baby, please!" Kevin raised him self up with a crooked grin on his face. As he looked down at the sweat covered begging girl lying under him, he shook his head. "Did she come 3 times already or was it 4?" he wondered. He leaned back so that he was kneeling between Megan's legs. "Oh no pretty girl, that was just the pre-show," he said as his big hands palmed the undersides of her trembling thighs, "I'm not nearly done with your ass yet." Megan was so small that when he raised her thighs a bit higher it allowed him to reach her clit with both thumbs. "Besides baby, you don't even have all the dick yet." Megan's eyes snapped open in disbelief. "What?!" she yelled, shock plain on her pretty face. "See for yourself."As he said this, Megan sat up to look at the huge cock that was invading her sore pussy. "No way....no fucking way!" she whimpered. Little over half of Kevin's dick was actually inside her. Despite that she could feel the broad head of his dick rubbing against her G-spot. As she looked up at his broad chest and smiling face she realized that the big man could have really hurt her but chose not too. Far from it, Kevin was actually a really gentle lover. Which considering the how hard he looked was a surprise. 6'2 330 pounds of smooth black muscle and long sexy dreads, Megan thought he would just pound away at her like one of those thugs in a porno movie. Not Kevin though. Instead he was all soft kissing lips and rotating hips. And fingers that drove her out of her mind. That really didn't surprise her considering how well he played the guitar sitting next to the bed. What did surprise her was how easily he made her come. The only way Megan could describe how she felt right then was taken. "Fuck, it's like something out a bad romance novel." she thought. Kevin wrapped his right arm around Megan's waist and lifted her up to his chest. He did it so easily that the little brunette felt like a rag doll. "Oh fuck baby, what are you......ooohhhhh my...." Kevin slid her tight pussy further down his thick cock until 2/3rd's of his shaft was buried inside her. Megan's eyes rolled back as she was stretched open further than she thought possible. Her mouth opened to scream but she couldn't draw enough breath to make a sound. "Oh fuck you're tight baby girl." Kevin panted. It felt like he'd been grabbed by a fist as her internal muscles squeezed his dick. His control started to slip and he hoped she was ready for to take all him. Because she felt so good that he had to try to get deeper. Megan felt like someone had shoved a bat inside of her. Kevin bottomed out in her tiny pussy and she still hadn't quite taken all it. She had heard about guys going so deep that they could hit a woman's cervix but figured it was bullshit. At the moment though, she wasn't ready to write that off anymore. Megan weakly placed her arm's around Kevin's neck while she buried her face in his shoulder. Never in her life had a guy made her feel so submissive. Considering how out of character that was for her, she was shocked at how much she liked it. Not as shocked as her boyfriend would be if saw her just then. At the moment he was asleep upstairs as his roommate and best friend laid her down in the center of his bed, his hips already rotating, driving that thick pussy thief of his deeper and deeper. Neither of them planned on this happening, ever. It actually all started because of a simple favor. "Yo Meg, I need ya to do something for me." Kevin asked. At the moment she was snuggled up to her boyfriend David watching a movie in bed. "Sure man, whatcha need?" Out of all David's friends, Kevin was her favorite. The big guy looked like something out hood movie, all ripped muscles, tattoos, and dreadlocks. Thing was, he was one of the sweetest people she knew. Kevin kept the house full of laughs and kickass guitar music. "I've got a job interview tomorrow morning." He said flopping down next to David. "Move over you fucking pothead." As he said that he took a huge hit off the blunt he was holding. "Sure old buddy old pal," David said as Kevin passed the the blunt to him. "Dickhead." he said as he took a hit. Kevin frowned his face up while he flexed his biceps. "What did call me white boy?" He said through his teeth. David passed the blunt to Megan. "I called you a dickhead, you dickhead." He said with a smirk on his face. Kevin looked like he about 2 seconds of kicking David's ass. Then his face fell and his shoulders slumped pitifully. In a sad little boy voice he said, "Why you gotta call folks names, that ain't right..that ain't right." Then he started to sniffle as if he were barely holding back tears. Megan collapsed with a laughter while David picked up the the blunt she'd just dropped. "Don't laugh at him babe, it just makes him worse." David said, while trying not to laugh himself. He almost succeeded, but he couldn't hold back especially when Kevin covered his face with both hands. "Why you gotta be so mean?" It was amazing how such a big guy could sound that sad. Kevin sat back against the headboard and grinned at his laughing friends. Few things made him happier than entertaining people, either with his guitar or his warped sense of humor. "Naw, for reals though," He said smiling,"I've got a job interview tomorrow morning and ya'll know they ain't made an alarm clock I can't sleep through." That was true. Once Kevin went out, nothing short of a earthquake would wake him. "Sure Kev, no worries." Megan said. "What time?" "Well I gotta be there at 10 a.m., so how bout 9?" Kevin didn't look all that thrilled to be getting up that early. "Sure, I've got a noon class anyway so no biggie." Megan smirked at Kevin. "I don't think I've ever heard of you getting out of bed before noon dude." "Trick, don't remind me." Kevin said, tossing a pillow at the tiny brunette. "The last time I got up that early was about 6 years ago, senior year." "I thought you had that gig playing at Fenster's Kev, whats with this interview shit?" David asked, passing him the blunt. "That's only 2 nights a week with the house band and the pay is chump change." I gonna need to buy some parts for my car soon and that shit ain't gonna cover it." The big man glanced down at his watch. "Speaking of which I gotta roll, I'm playing tonight." As Kevin got up and stretched, Megan caught herself checking him out. He usually wore his long dreads pulled back, but today they were loose. They reached over halfway down his back and she found she liked his hair down, a lot. Kevin's dreads weren't those big nasty ones. They were slender and well kept. Megan found herself looking at Kevin not just as a friend and a friend of her boyfriends. No, this time she looked at him as a really hot guy, and that bothered her a bit. Other than some extremely tame flirting, nothing had ever passed between the two of them. Megan blushed and looked away, but not before Kevin's dark brown eyes met her sea-green ones. He grinned at her. "Thanks shorty, you and your man go head and finish that one," he said passing her the blunt, "Just don't get your freak on so much that you forget to wake me up tomorrow." "Later K," David said, oblivious to how nervous his girlfriend was at the moment. "See ya in the morning Kevin." Megan said. Megan hated David's alarm clock. Normal clocks just rang, this one actually took off and flew around the room. Kevin bought it as a gag gift on David's birthday and for that she could have cheerfully strangled him. "Son of bitch," she grumbled as she sat up, "I'm gonna wake his ass up with a glass of ice water." It took her 10 minute just to catch the stupid clock. By that point she was so mad she made it out of the bedroom door and half way down the stairs before she noticed she was naked. "Whew boy, that would have been funny." she thought as she ran back her bedroom. Megan threw on a faded old FSU jersey. She'd 'borrowed' it from Kevin a while back and it fell to her knees. She walked down the stairs and to the back of house toward Kevin's room. "Dude wake your ass up!" she yelled as she flung open the door. Kevin had the blanket pulled up over his head and showed no sign of moving. "Mew, Mew.." Megan saw Shella, Kevin's kitten making a bee line for the open bedroom door. "Oh no you don't, I'm not chasing you and that stupid clock this early in the morning." she said, closing the door behind her. Yawning Megan walked across the room and sat on the side of the bed. "Dude, wake your ass up." Megan grabbed the blanket and yanked it downwards, uncovering James's head. "What the fuck?" he mumbled rolling over on his back. Megan's eyes got wide, "Holy shit I think he's naked!" she thought. As she sat there staring, James rolled over and snagged her around her slender waist without even opening his eyes. "Just 10 more minutes shorty." he said as he pulled the startled girl into bed with him. Megan knew she should have gotten out the bed, but Kevin was so warm and his big arms felt so nice around her she stayed where she was. "Fuck it, I didn't want to get up this early anyway," she thought with a yawn, "Share the blanket then you big meanie." That's when she got her second surprise of the morning. Kevin's half hard, massive cock pressed against her butt. "Oh shit, I should have put on pants or at least some underwear." She thought to herself. Making sure that her jersey covered her ass, she drifted off. To Be Continued....