17 comments/ 42317 views/ 10 favorites Friends Helping Friends Ch. 01 By: 69pat69 Tim and Leslie were having a party. Tim liked parties and threw one whenever and for whatever reason he could think of, Winter Solstice or just Friday night – maybe especially Friday night. The house was full of kids. The sounds of playing, running, fighting, crying and then making up echoed over our conversation. Tim smiled his giant smile, "I love having all you guys here, all of these kids! You guys are really lucky." The last comment was directed at Rich and Marie. Of all the couples, Rich and Marie did indeed seem the luckiest when it came to children. They had three between them. Andrea couldn't stay pregnant. She'd had three miscarriages in the past year. Leslie had early onset menopause and hadn't been able to get pregnant since her mid twenties. Luck or fate, Rich and Marie had been able to have kids. The running joke between the ladies had Marie carrying children for her less fortunate friends. For Rich, it was a sick joke. The last time Marie carried a child she had become distant, cold and totally uninterested in sex. It was one thing to give up sex for his own child, a totally different thing to give up sex for someone else's child. Somehow the conversation came back around to Marie being a surrogate for Tim and Leslie. Rich had his usual protest. There was no way he wanted to be left to his own devices for another nine months. Marie's protest had to do with the method. For Marie it had to be totally clinical; the turkey baster method. Based on his grin, Tim most likely was thinking about the direct deposit method. It's not that Tim was unattractive. He had an undeniably sexy, masculine aura. Maybe that was the problem. Marie was intimidated – afraid of falling in love with Tim. Even if depositing his seed into her womb were a totally mechanical act, Marie couldn't be sure that her feelings wouldn't betray her love for Rich. It was one thing to have a crush on another man, even to fantasize about him when her own husband made love to her, quite another to have his penis inside her with the sole intent to impregnate her. Marie wasn't sure that she could separate the act from the fantasy. She felt a tingle in her thighs that soon faded as the conversation drifted away from carrying Tim's baby. It was Rich, inhibitions reduced by the alcohol swirling in his brain who turned the topic by exclaiming, "Tim, the only way I would agree to Marie carrying yours and Leslie's child is if Leslie would agree to make up the lost sex to me." Everyone laughed at that idea closing the topic once and for all. Rich and Marie rode home in silence, their 17 year old child at the wheel. They staggered into their home and to their room, the bed inviting them for a comfortable sleep. Rich stripped down to bare skin and slipped between the cool sheets. Marie entered their bathroom and closed the door most of the way. Rich could hear the water running as she washed her face and got ready for bed. Sleep began to overcome Rich. The darkness and warmth of sleep swirled around him as he drifted off into slumber. Rich was vaguely aware of Marie slipping into bed beside him. His arm unconsciously and automatically curled over her naked body. Marie turned towards her husband, "Rich. Are you awake?" She only got a muffled, "hmmph!" in reply. "Rich. I've been thinking about this whole baby thing." She ran her hand lightly across his chest. Rich was slowly becoming more conscious, becoming aware of a hand slowly massaging his limp penis. The more aware and awake he became, the more his erection began to rise in Marie's soft hand. "Baby? Is that what I heard?" thought Rich, "did she say something about babies?" His eyes remained closed, his focus on the hand rubbing him to attention. Rich breathed in deeply, knowing that Marie would hear his breathe catch in his throat. Marie did indeed hear the catch, the deep sucking breathe that told her he was awake. Rich's cock became fully engorged in her hand. For Rich it was an uncommon pleasure, Marie's hand on his erection breaking free to caress his balls. Each time her hand strayed off his cock to cup his balls he could feel them contract up towards his body. She raked a fingernail across his perineum, not quite a scratch but more than a tickle. She opened her hand fully to palm Rich's scrotum and her fingertip strayed to the edge of his anus. His eyes were still closed as he breathed heavily in, the twitch in his anus contracted into his abdomen, his balls sucked closer into his body and his cock rose slightly at the touch. Marie whispered, "Rich. I've been thinking about Tim's baby." "What?" Rich began to feel deflated, but Marie's hand prevented his cock from collapsing under the weight of her words. "I've been thinking about Leslie not being able to have a baby," she replied with a little more insistence. Rich's eyes were still closed. He tried to steer the conversation away from baby talk. He was done. Rich wasn't having any more kids or there was a doctor facing a lawsuit. "You want Tim to give you a sperm sample that you can just 'inject'? He's not going to want that – and I don't want to be left to my own devices for almost a year." The focus of their conversation had a dampening effect on Rich's arousal and his erection began to flag. "Rich. I think I would let Tim direct deposit his cum. Maybe it's the booze talking, but I was thinking about it in the bathroom. It made me horny and I started rubbing my clit." Rich's eyes opened at that last statement. Marie had only admitted to touching herself outside his presence on one other occasion, when he had been out of town on a business trip. As far as he knew she only masturbated at his insistence and while he could watch her fingers bring herself to orgasm. Now she was telling him that the very fingers dancing in his crotch had just a few minutes before been rubbing her love button. "I didn't make myself cum," she matter-of-factly told him. "Great," thought Rich, still distracted by the admission, "I was so worried about that." "You're quiet, baby." What did she expect? She was considering taking Tim's seed delivered directly into her to carry their baby. This was not sitting well with Rich. Especially since Marie had apparently been turned on enough by the idea that she was masturbating in the bathroom, not even in their bed. Not even where Rich could have believed that it was for him. "Yeah," it was all he could mumble. "Rich, think about it. We would be doing a really good thing for them." She was beginning to do a really good thing for him. It was so hard to concentrate on being mad and holding a strict line on this idea while she held him, stroked his traitorous cock. Marie knew that womens' secret, distract the little head and the main head can't think straight. The blood rushes away from the grey cells depriving them of the ability to properly think. "Baby. I'm not sure even where to start, " his voice trailed off. Trying to make a cohesive argument while distracted wasn't easy. "If you're going to keep doing that I'm not gonna be able to talk about this." "So you want me to stop?" she teased. "Ugh. No. Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow?" Rich complimented himself for his quick thinking. In the light of day the idea would be exposed as ridiculous and the matter would be dismissed. "Ok," Marie agreed. Her hand left his throbbing penis. She pinned him down playfully to straddle his hips. She was soaking wet as she lowered her swollen lips to the tip of his penis, the head finding its home in her welcoming folds. Marie adjusted and sank fully onto Rich's love rod. She leaned into his chest, her large breasts inches away from his mouth. She nibbled playing at his ear, "do you want to watch me make myself cum?" Rich loved watching Marie's bring herself to orgasm, especially with his cock buried in her. He vaguely remembered her talking about rubbing her clit at the thought of Tim impregnating her. Not that it mattered now, pinned beneath her milky thighs, the trimmed bush parted as she rocked back, her lips stretched by his impaled cock. She drew her fingers down over her pussy lips caressing his cock at the same time. After several slow luxurious strokes Marie's fingertips moved onto her swollen clit and her tempo increased. She rocked Rich's cock deeper inside her. Rich could feel Marie begin to lose control. Her hips lurched and twitched, the slippery walls of her love canal squeezing his cock inside her. He loved watching her cum even if it was by her own hand. Although, it was a wonderful feeling, Rich rarely was brought to orgasm inside her this way. Marie collapsed heaving onto his chest. It was Rich's turn to take charge as she rolled off and onto her stomach. Marie curled her legs under her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of their bed, her ass pointed up toward him. Her ass cheeks were spread to him, her aroma filling the air with the smell of desire and sex. Rich drove his cock easily into her wet and willing pussy. All sense of pacing himself was lost as he began thrusting in earnest. She had orgasmed – now it was his turn to plunge head first into blissful escape. Rich rhythmically pulled his cock from her love canal until his swollen head was just parting Marie's labia. Her juices covered him in liquid desire, beginning to leak down her thigh. Rich felt his balls begin that familiar contraction, sucking up toward his abdomen; the feeling that preceded his approaching explosion of cum into her. Marie squeezed his cock with her trained vagina driving him ever closer to the edge of the precipice. Rich's eyes rolled back and closed involuntarily. His hands grasped her hips ever tighter as his body began to betray his impending explosion. Rich's control completely left him as he pulled Marie onto his cock. His back was arched as he pushed his own groin into the space between her thighs. His cock, balls deep in her pussy, twitched and throbbed as the cum pulsed out of him. One, two, three jets of hot, sticky cum shot deep into Marie. His body remained in that small pause of time between aggressive hip thrusting and collapse. Two more weaker streams of semen deposited themselves into her love canal as his cock began its inevitable softening. "I love you, Marie." "I know," she replied as he climbed back onto their bed covering them both with the bed covers. Friends Helping Friends Ch. 02 A few weeks after Tim and Leslie's party, Marie again brought up the idea of carrying a baby for them. Leslie couldn't have children but she and Tim both loved kids. Rich was still having a hard time with the idea that Marie would be pregnant and more or less unavailable. It's not that Rich was grossed out by her pregnant belly, but somehow Marie just became completely uninterested in sex while she was pregnant. "It would be a really nice thing to do for them," Marie began. "You know what happened the last time you were pregnant. You didn't want anything to do with me," Rich argued. "There's no way I want that to happen again. I mean, I'm a man. I need sex." Marie just stared at her husband. She knew he was right. Rich's libido might be lower than it used to be, but he had the the highest libido of any person she knew and that included men half his age. Luckily for Rich, it was time for work so the conversation was tabled. That night, laying in bed after making love, Marie confessed to Rich, "I spoke to Leslie today. I think she would be willing to make up for any sex that you might miss. Rich, they really want another baby. They're willing to do almost anything. I think she even may have talked Tim into it. It's just you holding things up." Rich didn't like being made the bad guy. "Really? I'm the bad guy?" he thought. Aloud he said, "I'm sure Tim is willing. I've seen the way he looks at you. He has no qualms about going direct deposit with you." Marie began to pull away from him, "I didn't bring this up to fight. I just want you to really consider it. I won't do anything if you haven't agreed. Just think about it ok? I mean, we have three kids. Sure they drive us crazy sometimes, but think about how lucky we are and how much this would mean to our friends. Our close friends." Rich tightened his clutch, "don't roll away. Just hug me. I'm really confused about all of this. I really don't know what to think or to feel about this." Marie acquiesced and melted back into his arms and they fell asleep intertwined. Rich slept fitfully, dreaming about his friend depositing his semen into Marie and nine months of pregnancy imposed chastity. Marie slept just as fitfully dreaming about the same thing but with very different feelings. That weekend, Tim and Leslie threw another party. This time the kids all went to Rich and Marie's house and no one else was invited. Just a small cozy party for two couples. A dinner party to formalize the plan developing between them. Rich still wasn't sure about Marie carrying their child, but it seemed like the longer the conversation went on, the more likely it was going to happen. Oh sure, they would have to sign all the legal documents so that someone else could be the parents, but that really seemed like a foregone conclusion. Leslie looked at Rich, "You have no idea how much this means to us. To me. How grateful we - I will be." Rich took a sip of his wine. Dry, it didn't help his mouth. Leslie was attractive and fun to be around, they would never have been friends if the women hadn't worked together when Marie had first moved to town. But their paths had crossed, through Marie and here they were. Rich studied her face for what seemed like forever. Her eyes were dark inky pools, her medium bodied lips pressed into a thin smile. Her dark hair fell around her face contrasting her pale skin. He could not be completely sure of her meaning. "Rich, are you good with this?" Tim broke into his thoughts. Rich turned to assess the question. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. And I don't want you to do anything you aren't really ready to do." "I'm about 85% sure," Rich sounded more sure than he claimed, surprised at the words escaping his lips. "Good. We're really happy that you guys are on board. This is just the ultimate gift," To Rich, it looked like Tim might tear up, just a little. Rich placed his arm around his friend's shoulder, "I know. Happy to do it," there was that confident sounding voice again. Where what that coming from? They finished dinner, dessert was in there somewhere, another drink or two and then the night was over. They parted company with the plans and the schedule laid out for the next few months. On the short ride home, Marie patted Rich's hand. "Thank you, honey. I don't think you will regret this." "I hope not," he replied. The schedule they had agreed to meant Marie detoured on her way home from work three nights a week. It also left Rich more or less hanging. He had agreed to the arrangement, but he knew he wasn't as happy with it as he told everyone he was. He was drinking more, brooding around the house and watching porn when Marie wasn't home. Rich also was masturbating a lot. It wasn't even satisfying, more like an angry, fast cock pounding two or even three times per day that left him spent but not complete. A few weeks into this withering, sexless schedule - at least for Rich, he wasn't sure that he could take being on the "outs" anymore. Marie surely noticed his foul mood as they ate dinner silently. When they were done eating she cleared the table, watching him sip his after dinner coffee. Rich stood up abruptly, declaring, "I'm tired Marie. I'm going to bed." "Ok, honey," she watched him walk to their room and close the door. Rich didn't normally go to bed this early. "Something's wrong," she thought. Rich had always been a pretty jealous guy and it seemed like their selfless agreement was taking its toll on him. They had decided not to talk about what her and Tim did exactly, and Marie wasn't sure if that was helping or hurting the situation. Rich was definitely in a funk tonight though. She finished clearing the table and sat back down to think. Marie poured herself a glass of wine -- "just one" since she was trying to get pregnant, after all. She sipped slowly at the red in her glass, it took nearly an hour to empty the small wine glass. "I guess that's about it," Marie thought, resigning herself to the cold shoulder awaiting her in their marital bed. She slowly walked down the hall quietly opening and then closing the bedroom door. Marie made her way to the master bath to wash away the day. When she reopened the bathroom door she could see the swath of light that traveled across the floor and over the bed. Rich lay snoring lightly, turned away from her side of the bed. "He's still mad." Saturday morning came way too fast. Rich liked to sleep in, but the light coming through their window poked at him like an anxious child. Marie had already made coffee, a cup steamed lightly on Rich's side of the bed. "Great," Rich thought, "how can I act mad and pout around when she's going to bring me coffee?" He smiled thinly at Marie, "thanks for the coffee sweetheart." He hoped it didn't sound to cheerful. Marie was sipping her own cup of caffeinated pleasure. "I'm going to take the kids to the park this morning," she looked him over. "Don't worry about getting up, you can watch your political shows or whatever." Rich was a bit puzzled, but time to himself felt like exactly what he needed. Maybe he could put in his favorite porn, or watch a fishing show without interruption. Rich shook his head, probably fishing -- that's better for my mood. Watching women put out for the camera was just frustrating when his own wife wasn't putting out for him. Rich lay in bed flipping channels, not finding anything interesting. He heard the front door open and then close. The house lay in virtual silence. "Not even a kiss," he thought. He wasn't sure how long he just sat watching TV. Well, at least three cups of coffee long. Now it was bulging in his bladder. He walked to the bathroom, taking his first piss of the morning. There was just something about draining a full bladder in the morning, like urine had built up in his whole body and the pressure was released from the top of his head down through the soles of his feet. It left a tingly feeling across his skin, not the same as an orgasm but it some ways just as satisfying. Rich watched as his stream splashed and swirled in the toilet foaming in that curious way that urine does. He decided not to flush figuring that he would be adding to the bowl before long. "Hell, I'm going to leave the seat up," he said to himself in the mirror. It was, of course, the ultimate act of disobedience. Rich grabbed the last cup of coffee and noticed there was just a few minutes left on the two hour timer. He pushed the button to turn off the coffee maker anyway and made his way back to his room to see if he could find something to watch out of six hundred channels of crap. He considered making another pot of coffee trying to weigh whether the jitters of over caffeine were worth the risk. He heard the front door open and close again. Marie usually stayed at the park much longer than that. "Well, I'm not getting up. I have to maintain my level of pissed off," he thought. He flipped the channel on the TV, still not finding anything worth watching. Slowly he became aware of Marie standing in the doorway. Rich pretended not to see her. "Why is she just standing there?" As if she could hear his thoughts she started advancing into the room. "Rich?" holy shit! It was Leslie. "Um, what are you doing here?" Rich now focused on the wrong woman in his bedroom. She dropped her purse by the door and walked over to him standing a few feet away. "Marie took the kids to the park. She told me to come over since you seemed to be angry with her. Are you angry with her? At all of us?" Leslie looked at Rich in earnest. "You know how it is. I'm a pretty horny guy and I can't have sex with my own wife because she's trying to get pregnant for you guys." "Tim won't have sex with me either. He's trying to keep up his sperm count, not waste it." Rich was slightly startled at her admission. He hadn't thought about it, but it made sense. "I guess it's a good thing we have our agreement," he said a little nervously. He had fantasized about Leslie, but figured their "agreement" was really made in jest. "Did she just take a half step closer?" he wondered. "We do have an agreement," she nodded. "That's why I'm here." Rich looked puzzled. "I know we said we'd wait until Marie was pregnant, but I've been missing sex." Rich knew exactly what she was talking about. "So, you've been missing sex too?" He thought the office gossip was that their friends didn't have as much sex as he and Marie. Rich found that ridiculous, Tim was clearly the stud in this particular circle of friends. How could it be that he and Marie were the most active in the bedroom? Rich was trying to maintain the small talk but his mind was elsewhere. Maybe not elsewhere exactly, more like thinking about what Leslie might have under her blouse. She was here because of their agreement. Marie was the surrogate womb, Leslie was supposed to be the surrogate lover. Rich realized that at least for now, he was also Leslie's surrogate lover. Her own husband was regularly depositing his seed into Marie's baby maker but apparently not satisfying his wife. Now he was sure she stepped closer to him. "Would it be OK to kiss you?" Leslie asked, refocusing Rich's gaze onto her face. "I guess so." It all seemed so mechanical. She leaned in toward him her lips touching his lightly. Rich closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. Normal shampoo smelled luxurious as her hair fell across his face. She also hinted of perfume as they slowly closed the space between them. Her hands embraced his neck and rose to clasp behind Rich's head in his unkempt hair. Rich felt nature kick in as the kiss lingered and she opened her mouth to his, inviting his tongue to explore her own. He felt an involuntary rising in his briefs as he wrapped his arm around her waist, his other hand sought out the buttons on her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and her smallish breasts pointed toward him, her nipples stiffening as the fabric brushed over them and the cooler air touched her skin. Rich was a breast man. Leslie's breasts were definitely smaller than Marie's but a rock hard nipple was always an invitation for his mouth. He broke their kiss and lowered his lips to her nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth, pinching and biting it with his teeth. Leslie shuddered at the feel of his hand wrapped around her willing tit. She felt the moisture begin to build in her. Her pussy twitched at the feel of Rich's suckling mouth. "Rich," she murmured. "Oh, that feels so good!" Leslie had not realized until that moment how ignored she had been feeling. Not until Rich's tongue danced over her erect nipple, his saliva moisturized her breast. His pinching tugged at her belly, the fire was building inside her as Rich took over the foreplay. He deftly unbuttoned her jeans, never releasing her nipple from between his teeth. His other hand slipped between her ass and her panties and he pushed the clothes down over her thighs. Leslie wiggled her hips back and forth, assisting his undressing. Rich's self control started fading when her soft lips first touched his, now it was nearly non-existent, declining as rapidly as his erection rose. Leslie felt his finger trace the crack of her ass from her thighs to her waist. Rich lightly ran his fingers across her abdomen. She sighed in satisfaction. He wasn't the man she was married to, but she needed his touch. With each caress she could feel more moisture escape her lonely pussy, the swelling of her clit, her little woman penis seeking out a release. She stepped back from where he still sat at the edge of the bed to remove her boots and then her jeans. Naked from the waist down, her blouse unbuttoned she stepped back into his sphere. Rich's hand was back on her ass, fingers exploring the crack. His mouth found hers again, more eagerly melting into her. She felt his palm on her trimmed mound his finger pressed through the sparse pubic hair finding the wetness that leaked out of her, finally pushing deep into her neglected pussy. She moaned into his mouth at the insertion. Rich ended the kiss, looking in Leslie's eyes. "Is this still part of the deal? Are you still good with this?" Even as he asked, his finger stroked deep inside her. "Yes," she breathed, "this was the agreement." His thumb found her engorged clit sending miniature lightening bolts through her body. "Lay down on the bed," Rich directed. Leslie complied. He looked at her little breasts draped in her blouse. "Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits." She leaned forward to pull the blouse off and Rich tossed it toward the other crumpled clothes on the floor. He dropped his robe and slipped out of his briefs, his cock flopping free as his underwear hit the floor. Leslie spread her thighs slightly. Rich looked over her pussy, the lips full of blood, the folds of her womanhood flushed bright pink. Her desire a slick sheen of moisture dampening her pubic hair. She was shaved down to a little strip of hair. Rich's cock strained in its skin, precum beaded up on the head. Normally he would have dived into her wet pussy, licking as sucking her to orgasm, but she wasn't his wife and he had the worst case of blue balls, dick flogging not withstanding. He needed a fuck and he needed it bad. Leslie's pussy was ready and his straining dick was ready. Rich positioned himself above Leslie. She saw the sweat already building on his chest, his hard cock hung below him. He began lowering himself, she watched as his rigid penis lowered towards her lips, brushed them aside, slipping in easily due to her body's built up lubricant. In, in, "omyfuckinggod!" her body screamed at her as Rich came to rest deep within her. She couldn't help but to mentally compare his size to Tim. Not as nearly as big, but this cock was in her, fully sheathed in her hungry pussy. Leslie closed her eyes to more fully enjoy the feel of Rich "oh fuck!" draw his cock out and rest at the entrance to her love cave and "oh fuck, he's thrusting his cock into my pussy!" her body reacted to his, no longer under her control. She reached to grab his hips, her ass rose from the bed as his cock speared her pussy. It had been weeks since she'd had a good fucking and her body betrayed just how badly she needed this. "Leslie," Rich gasped, "I'm going to cum! I can't hold off..." "Just fuck me!" she panted back at him. "Ugh!" His cock twitched and unleashed his cum into her. The hot cum in her pussy, Rich's twitching and throbbing cock pushed her over the edge. Leslie wrapped her shapely thighs around Rich pulling him more deeply into her as her fingers dug into his ass cheeks. Her eyes closed tightly as a blinding light washed over her as her own orgasm followed his, her pussy pulsing and contracting around Rich's rapidly softening dick. Rich rolled off and lay on his back. Leslie climbed out of his bed, Rich watched her while she washed up in his and Marie's bathroom. He admired her shapely ass as she brushed her hair. Even though they had just had an animalistic fuck, he'd only glimpsed the orbs when she undressed. Leslie walked back to where her clothes lay in their disheveled pile on the floor and dressed quickly. She gave him a peck on the cheek. "I needed that," she told him, "I didn't realize how much I needed it." "Oh god, so did I. Thank you." Leslie laughed, "thank you. For loaning us your wife's uterus and helping to make us parents again. I'll let myself out," she continued, "see you next week for another installment 'payment'?" Oh? Was this really going to happen again? "Sure, but you should probably plan for a little longer." "OK." And with that Leslie let herself out the front door. Rich felt drained, well fucked, satiated. He began to realize that he needed to drain off his bladder again. He shook his head, muttering to himself, "Marie. She set this up." He shook the last droplets into the bowl unceremoniously flushed and lowered the lid. "Next Saturday," he thought as he padded back to his bed to try to find something on TV. Friends Helping Friends Ch. 03 It was Saturday again. Marie took the kids to the park. Again. Rich sat watching TV. His mind wandered. He thought about fucking Leslie. In fact, he thought about fucking Leslie a lot. It was one thing when it was just fantasy, when he beat his cock to the mental vision of her naked body. Now he had seen it, fucked it. Emptied his fertile seed into her barren womb. It was her barrenness that even had allowed him to pump his load of semen into her. Her barren womb, and his own wife's fertile child bearing body. Tim was regularly dumping his load into Marie. That was the deal. Tim fucked Marie – fucked her with his virile cock. Regularly. Not for love, for friendship, for procreation. To give Tim and Leslie the thing they couldn't have together; a child. It was such a noble undertaking. Mentally, Rich was good with that. Emotionally, physically, it was tough. Physically, Tim was filling Marie's pussy with active, swimming sperm seeking out the precious egg to fertilize. Physically, Rich's blue balls were semi-satisfied by Leslie's own pussy. At least once. Rich's cock stiffened, slightly straining itself in his shorts. The TV was on, but he barely noticed. He absent absentmindedly rubbed his cock through the fabric of his shorts. Rich was sure that last Saturday was a fluke. Leslie might want a baby, but really. There was no way she was going to fuck Rich on a weekly basis. It was just an idea that should fade away. Rich plodded to the shower. Hot water, maybe flog his lonely dick. He tried to decide on a fantasy. His fruitful wife being fucked by their friend? Leslie and her trench coat outfit? Maybe Marie's not yet swelled belly – the way her tits jiggled when he plunged fully into her. All of it swirled in his mind as his hand pumped his rigid cock. Rich's eyes closed as the water rinsed over his body, his grip tightening to slide over the swollen head of his penis, stroking the final frantic jerks of his angry masturbation session. His eyes clenched shut as he willed his orgasm to spurt from his cock. Each stroke of his swollen dick brought him closer to the partial satisfaction that he sought. Rich could feel his hips move as his palm slid over the length of his hard cock – fucking into his fist as the water pelted him. His orgasm twitched and emptied his cum into his hand. He slowly stroked the remainder of his semen out of his now flagging cock, putting pressure on the cum channel traveling the length of it. Rich soaped himself, his cock now tingly and sensitive and nearly completely soft. He stood in the warm shower, breathing slowly and heavily. After a few minutes, he reached up and turned off the water – nothing left for him in the shower. His spunk had already made its way down the drain, slightly congealed in the running water. He turned off the water, letting the rivulets run down his body. He stood for a moment, then opened up the shower door to grab his towel. Rich was shocked to see Leslie standing in his bathroom. She was wearing her trench coat and heals again. Rich was sure she was naked underneath. His cock, not fully softened, began to rise. "I didn't expect to see you today, or even again like last week," Rich managed to stammer. "I know," she smiled, "looks like you beat me to the punch, if you will pardon my pun." Leslie's eyes drifted to his semi-erect penis. She stepped a bit closer to Rich dropping open her trench coat to give Rich a glimpse of her petite tits and well shaped landing strip in the v of her thighs. Rich swallowed a bit nervously but his cock gave away his rising anticipation. Leslie reached out to him, lightly grasping his eager cock in her hand. She gently stroked it, raising it to full staff, then kneeled in front of Rich to lightly kiss his love stick, wrapping her lips around around the head – firmly stroking the full length with her hand as the tip began piercing her mouth. Leslie's tongue swirled over the head of his cock stiffening it even more if that were even possible. She gently scratched and massaged his ass with her free hand, pulling him closer. His cock slid deeper into her mouth with each stroke and began to bump her throat. Leslie expertly swallowed his dick, licking her tongue along the length of his shaft on each stroke. Rich's eyes closed involuntarily, his cock eager for another, more fulfilling, orgasm. Leslie was no amateur, bringing him ever closer to loss of control. He clutched the shower door frame to steady himself as his body began the tingle that told him he was about to jet his cum into Leslie's willing mouth. With each thrust, each swirl of her tongue over his swollen head, along the shaft, the ridge at the base of his balls, each bump of his cock at the back of her throat, the rest of the world dimmed a bit more focusing his concentration on the thick bundle of primal nerves aching for stimulation and release. Leslie felt Rich's manhood slip past her uvula, the ridge on the head catching with each withdrawal. She loved the feel of each thrust sliding over her lips and tongue. She alternated between sucking his cock into her mouth and throat feeling it stiffen even more as she licked the length of Rich's delicious meat. She could feel her pussy swell and begin to leak as Rich continued to fuck her face. She knew she was good – an expert even – at giving head. With each thrust of Rich's hips she could feel his balls slightly slap at her chin, the flesh of his groin with its tangle of hair press into and around her face and cheeks. Leslie's hand dropped away from his erection and she began to slowly tease herself with her now freed hand, lightly caressing her moistened lips in tempo with her tongue over Rich's aching, swollen rod. She felt her clit swell as she tickled her fingers the length of her ever wetter pussy, the nub seeking the same caress of her hand. Her own body began to tingle, the same fiery need for release beginning to build in her that she felt in Rich's thrusts. Rich could feel Leslie moving differently, she began rocking back slightly. He knew she was as focused on herself as she was on him. He reached down to brush aside her trench coat top, grasping a nipple tightly in his fingers. Leslie gasped around his cock. She shifted again to slide a finger into her molten cunt moaning even more loudly around Rich's straining member. It was all he could take, his cock stiffened and involuntarily pumped its juice into Leslie's mouth. Startled at the quickness of his orgasm, Leslie pulled away from Rich, the head of his cock traced a slick of cum across her tongue and onto her chin. She swallowed as much of the acrid liquid as she could. Rich looked down at Leslie, they smiled at each other, he from sheer pleasure and release, she from her desire for the same. Rich coaxed her into a standing position. He stared into her beautiful eyes, her lips glistened with saliva tinged with semen. Euphoria overtook Rich as he leaned down toward her slightly opened mouth. He could feel Leslie quiver as his lips sucked against hers and he licked his fuck juice from her soft lips. He eagerly licked his way into her mouth, meeting her hungry tongue with his own. She whimpered slightly into his mouth. Rich wrapped his arms around her body, grasping the lobes of her ass. Leslie, sensing his plan, hung onto his neck and wrapped her thighs around his waist. He didn't have a lot of strength, having pumped out his manhood twice in one morning, good thing the bed was only steps away from the shower. Rich half walked, half fell the distance to his and Marie's bed. Leslie sprawled on the bed, her trench coat falling almost completely open at this point. Rich looked over her nakedness, his penis slowly beginning to rise like a punch drunk prize fighter refusing to stay down for the count. Mentally he shook off his animal desire to mount her wet swollen pussy. No matter what they write in the romance books, a man's penis and body just have to recover. No, Leslie was just going to have to settle for his tongue on her body. Rich lowered his face toward her spread thighs as his hands spread them even further apart. He hadn't really looked this closely at her before but now that he was this close, Rich could smell her aroma drifting into his nostrils. She was definitely, wet. Her lips glistened in moisture, flushed with blood, a deep shade of pink, almost red. Rich pressed his tongue heavily into her canal, then made a wide sweep up the length of her lips to her aching clit. He lightly bit the bundle of desire sitting atop her slit. Leslie's hips bucked and squirmed under his ministrations. He applied an even greater amount of pressure on the tiny button, the equivalent of her own oral expertise. Rich could feel Leslie's self control slipping away as he brought his fingers to the entrance of her pussy, the muscles clenched and released. Still licking and sucking on her tingling clit, he slid two fingers inside her until they disappeared completely. Leslie's ass rose from the bed as her hips ground into Rich's tongue and fingers. She was breathing quite heavily. Rich alternately licked her slit from anus to clit, pausing to lick inside her love canal, then nibble on the engorged button and suck it into his mouth. With each deep suckle his fingers found their way back inside her, caressing the spongy g-spot. Leslie felt she was nearing blackout. Rich's mouth felt like fire on her pussy. She squeezed his fingers with her wet tunnel. Her hips bucked into his face. Every lick of her clit felt like an electric charge. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Rich slid a finger into her ass. Leslie grabbed his hair, smashing his face into her musky juices – her thighs were wrapped over his shoulders, pulling him even more into her release. Her hips bounced off the bed into his face. Rich wasn't sure he could hold on as he received a sloppy wet face fucking. Leslie relaxed as her body moved from orgasm to satiation. She peered at him. Rich was covered in sweat and female musk. Their chests rose and fell as their bodies tried to catch up. Leslie reached up and ran her hand playfully through his tousled hair. "I think you need a shower," she teased. "I think you're right." They both laughed. "This was very different from last time," Rich thought. Leslie must have been thinking it too. As she made herself presentable again, she gave him a sweet smile, "see you again next week?" she asked. Rich felt his own face breaking into a smile as he nodded agreement. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Friends Helping Friends Ch. 04 Rich was putting away the last of the dishes. Wednesday night. Another night when he and the kids ate dinner without Marie. "I'm going to bed kids," he called into the living room. A muffled chorus responded that it was ok. As the house began to darken, Rich brushed his teeth, studying himself in the mirror. Had he aged, or was he imagining that he had? The past few months he had been deprived of Marie's company while Tim dumped his load into her. Sure, it was a "noble cause" - helping their friends to have a second child, but it was taking its toll on him. He unceremoniously spit foamy toothpaste into the sink. Leslie's company never quite made up for the empty feeling he seemed to perpetually carry around. Rich was sure his work was suffering as well. To top it off, the holidays were rushing onward like a freight train in the night. Marie had become the decorating type in the past few years while he felt relegated to the Grinch cave. "All I need is a dog with a stupid set of antlers," Rich mused; it was almost funny. "Wipe your mouth, turn off the lights, crawl into bed," he thought. A quick search brought the plastic remote to his hand. Rich flicked on the TV, the blue glow filled the room with its cold light. He dozed fitfully. The zombie movie or Mayan apocalypse invading his dreams just enough to prevent him from falling into a deeper slumber, yet not enough to cause him to awaken and vanquish it with the power button. He became aware of a zombie gaining ground on him grasping at him trying to pull him to the ground. Rich awoke with a start. Slowly the grey turned to light as he realized that Marie had made it home and was laying next to him in their marital bed. "Hi honey, gotta pee," he rolled himself out of bed to flick on the light in the bathroom. His piss splashed and echoed in the tiny room. She was home. Although Rich was not shy about peeing in front of Marie, he had closed the door. He felt it gave him the tiniest amount of privacy, the door becoming the incarnation of their emotional boundary widened with each passing week. A half night's sleep looked worse on his face than the weight of a full day of distracted work. Rich slowly washed his hands, dragging out the moment when he would return to his chaste bed – at least as far as sex with Marie was concerned. He gave himself a half-hearted smile, telling himself that this wouldn't be forever. Soon Marie would be pregnant and the additional nine months of celibacy would come to an end. He would no longer have the pleasure of Leslie's company, nor would he need it. Rich smiled a little more with the thought of being wrapped into Marie's welcoming arms again. Of course, that was down the road. He flicked the light and walked the short distance back to their bed. Curiously, Marie was still dressed. Even curiouser, the light was still on. Rich looked at her inquisitively, but figured it was merely an oversight, that she was tired and just hadn't gotten the energy up to changing to her pajamas. "Plus you were hogging the bathroom, idiot," he told himself. But Marie had a different look, a tiny glint in her eye. She moved so she was sitting at the edge of their bed. Her gaze became intense, "Rich," a single word escaped her lips. The sound of his own name puzzled him. Rich was intent on climbing back into bed and falling back asleep. She was home, done with the weekly "deed". He paused when she spoke when she spoke his name. Her light skirt fell around her knees, she had already kicked off her shoes. Marie played with the buttons on her blouse opening the top ever so slightly. He was stopped dead in his tracks. "What is she up to?" he wondered. His analytical mind told him there was nothing at all up. But she was playing with those buttons. Slowly, almost tauntingly. Her left hand fell along her thigh and looked to be pulling up her skirt in small pinches of fabric. Yes, quarter inch by quarter inch her thigh became more exposed as Rich just stood watching. "Marie," he started. She shook her head - demanding silence in that single action. His mouth closed, his body still in a peculiar state of paralysis. The skirt made its way past mid-thigh. She was pulling it up. "Really?" his subconscious yelled at him, "she's just been out fucking Tim and she's playing games?" Again he tried to vocalize her name. The curve of her ass on the bed came into view. Rich's internal struggle with his own soul made his pulse pound in his head. Rage fought with desire as his penis nudged his pajama pants. In a final swift movement Marie brought her skirt above her waist as she spread her thighs, pulling her pussy lips apart. She was glistening. Cloudy white semen trickled out of her as a tiny stream made its way down the crack of her ass. Rich's anger gained the upper hand – pushing his erection away. Like a car wreck, Rich's eyes could not turn away from his wife's nakedness. Marie inserted a finger into her dripping love canal – baby canal, his subconscious reminded him, for Tim and Leslie's baby. "Rich, it's been so long," she breathed at him, "it's just not the same." "You're telling me!" his mind screamed. He was mesmerized as she added another finger, drawing sticky, slippery cum from within her to slide over her clit. Her eyes rolled back as a moan took over her body. The internal battle Rich engaged in was now being lost to his arousal. His cock rose with each thumping beat of his heart until it strained against his inadequate PJ bottoms. Another man's semen filled his wife, seeking her womb and the egg it held. But she was rubbing it over her clit, her fingers beginning a more furious tempo – not fully on fire, but close. Animalistic desire began to overtake him. Blood rushed to his engorged organ, sapping his brain of essential oxygen. Rich realized which head was in charge now. In the war that was his body, the battle tide shifted to the littlest general. He dropped his PJs and stood before her. She smelled heavily of sex: pussy juice, sweat and spunk. As he stepped closer, ready to plunge his throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy, Marie placed a hand on his chest, holding him back. "Wait," she taunted him. Her fingers slipped even deeper into her snatch. Marie removed her fingers and traced a new glistening trail around her tiny sphincter before sliding just the tip into her forbidden cavity. She reached toward him now, touching the head of his penis lightly. Rich watched as she began lubing his lonely cock with sperm. Her touch was electric. Tim's cum repulsed and excited him at the same time being rubbed onto him as it was with her gentle hand, his penis bouncing with each consecutive beat of his heart. Rich leaned forward into her body but again she held him back. Marie aimed his love arrow downward to the bullseye of her tiny tight ass muscle. His cock stiffened in response. "Now lover, you can't contaminate the 'deposit'. You have to be content with my ass." "Content? Content!?" his mind screamed at him. "How often do you get to fuck the pretty little ass?" Rich was more than content as he felt the electricity shoot down the length of his love rod, his balls tingled in excitement and his own sphincter twitched in anticipation. Only moments before he had felt rage and abandonment. Now with the throbbing head of his cock resting at the tiny opening poised to invade her bowels those feelings began to melt away. The surge of testosterone that flooded his body begged him to spear his treacherous wife, to rip open the flesh of her tiny, tight back door. To reclaim that slutty body. Rich paused his forward momentum, the tip of his penis slowly peeling back the outer muscle. Slippery cum covered the head and still slowly oozed from her full pussy. Rage and desire quivered through him as he slowly began to push his impossibly hard dick forward. Her anus opened to swallow the head, the ridge and slowly the shaft of his rigid cock. Rich watched as his cock eagerly stretched the tiny ring of muscle, thrust the floor of her vagina from below and pushed more of Tim's cum out of her love tunnel to dribble over them, still lubing his cock as it slowly entered her. Marie held her legs under the knee so that she was spread as wide as was physically possible. Rich continued to sink into her until his body was pressed fully against the tiny points her ass cheeks made in this position. She watched the expression on his face, the internal struggle to fuck her or tell her to go to hell. Rich pushed further into her, raising her ass off the bed as his eager love spear sought to bury itself as deeply as humanly possible. Slowly he withdrew, watching his cock bring withdrawn from her forbidden tunnel. Self control began to slip away as he reburied himself into her, each thrust a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. Marie gasped in excited pleasure with each filling pump of his rod into her asshole. It felt like he was probing the middle of her back with each thrust. The fire of his impending orgasm began building deep in his balls. Marie dropped her right leg as her hand made its way to her throbbing lonely, clit. She again plunged her fingers into her sopping pussy as she rubbed Tim's cum over her swollen lips. Rich began mercilessly pumping her little anus with his dick. Her fingers were moving furiously over her nub. "Oh, fuck! You little bitch!" Rich cried out as he pumped the last of his anger into her – his cock twitched out of control as he shoved it into her shit hole one last time blowing his load well into her bowels. Marie shrieked in pleasure as the hot cum felt like it filled her all the way into her stomach. Lightening shot through her swollen, cum soaked clit as she came. Tim's cum shot from her pussy all over Rich's stomach and the base of his cock. Her cunt flexed and pulsed. Her tight asshole stroked and tightened around him. Rich saw that Marie was beginning to relax, to be satiated. "No," he thought. "It's been long enough. I'm getting more." Energized by being able to fuck his wife, he ducked his head and threw her leg over so she lay on the bed, ass up. Rich pushed Marie's knees up until her ass was in the air, her pussy open and vulnerable. He thrust his fingers into her – feeling another man's fertile seed inside her. "Rich," she began but he immediately cut her off. "I know, I'm not going to interfere with the baby making." Her ass gaped open at him and his erection was back to full staff in no time. Rich withdrew his fingers from her swollen cunt and placed the thumb of his other hand knuckle deep into her sphincter. It sank in easily having been stretched by his cock, then filled with his own semen. He gazed down at the lobes of her ass, his thumb buried deep in her anus. He began fucking her ass with his thumb. His other hand was becoming sticky as the cum began to dry. Curious, Rich inserted the tip of his middle finger into his mouth. The taste of cum, pussy and cock mixed together – "fucking delicious!" He chuckled at his internal joke as his own cock tingled and bounced. Rich began stroking his dick, rubbing Tim's cum into his skin, mixing it with his own. Marie still lay face down, her pretty ass raised as high as she could get it. She couldn't quite tell what Rich was doing behind her but it felt like he wasn't quite as mad at her as he had been. She was pretty sure he was finger fucking her ass with his thumb. Her pussy felt lonely as each stroke in and out of her asshole caused an electric jolt to travel the length of her lips to her female erection. Rich had buried his fingers into her hungry pussy, but she couldn't allow him to fuck her. Not there. That was reserved for the time being for Tim. Well, Tim and Leslie. Leslie. It really was for her, but she seemed like an afterthought in this whole affair. Now, with his fingers removed from her achy baby tunnel, Marie could feel Tim's cum sliding out of her, dripping onto their sheets. Rich continued to stroke himself and Marie in unison. His cock was indeed hard, Marie was willing enough and the backdoor had been unlocked. Rich guided his eager cock to her cum soaked ass and replaced his thumb with his larger penis. Marie gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain as he sank quickly to the hilt. Rich began a new tempo, thrusting her forward and downward into the bed. Marie's shitter could barely take his thrusts as his balls slapped against her swollen vagina and still he filled her. A new thought overtook him, a new urge really. He raised his hand and with his next balls deep thrust he smacked her ass. Hard. "Oh, god!" Marie exclaimed, "what was that?" But she knew what it was. The slap wracked her entire body, the pain exciting, pleasurable even. And then there was another, each thrust, each time Rich's body pressed as deeply and closely into hers as it could, each time it felt as if his cock bounced into her throat, filled her ass, his hand rained down onto her flesh. With each stinging smack, Rich drove his cock deeper into Marie. Each time he reddened her flesh, her tiny asshole ring tightened around his throbbing cock, squeezing it, daring him to spank her again. He spanked her again. And again. And again. Until his love rod could take it no more. He grabbed her hips and gave one final thrust – into the final frontier he thought as his cum exploded deep into her. Marie felt the gush of his sperm into her guts. She reached under them to stroke her clit. She was so ready to cum, it felt like a white light washed over her the moment she touched her sensitive button. They awoke stiff, sticky and happily exhausted after falling asleep in a crumpled heap together. Marie wasn't sure how long they had lain that way, just that body parts were tingly from "falling asleep". "Rich, we're invited over to Tim and Leslie's tomorrow night." "Hmm, OK" was all Rich could mutter, before falling asleep again. Friends Helping Friends Ch. 05 To my readers. If you didn't like any of the previous series, I am not going to win you over with this chapter. I have been extremely busy so apologies for the lapse between chapters. ------------------------------------------------- Rich couldn't believe how good his mood was. He had awoken, sore but satiated. Marie had welcomed his body into hers. Not intimate no-one-else-in-the-world-exists lovemaking. No. Something different. Sweaty, dirty sex. The kind where something in the back of your mind tries to push itself to the fore while you wrestle it back. This was Rich's dilemma. He loved Marie so much, he felt like he would do anything for her. Including exactly what he was doing; letting their friends use her body to carry their baby. But first, of course, she had to get pregnant first, the demon in his mind reminded him. And she chose to get pregnant the old fashioned way. No doctors, no hormone therapy, no clinical in vitro or artificial insemination in this plan. Rich sipped his morning coffee, catching up on the overnight news. Marie breezed through their living room. "How are you this morning, love?" she queried. "Fine." Sparkly really. Happier than I have been in months. Rich glanced at her, realizing she was still in her nightgown. As if in answer to his quizzical looked Marie spoke, "I took the day off. I don't have to go to work at all. Last night was like a breath of fresh air. I didn't realize how much I was missing you. Can you go in a little late?" Rich nearly choked on his coffee. Missing him? Could he go in late? "I'll have to double check my calendar, but I don't think I have any meetings this morning." "Good," she murmured. She disappeared into their room, returning a few moments later. "Rich, let's go to the living room." He obliged, curious. Playfully she pushed against his chest catching him off balance and Rich fell onto the couch. Marie pushed the coffee table away so that she could kneel at his feet. His belt, button and zipper were no match for her deftness as she loosened each restraint. He watched in amazement and desire as she yanked at the back of his pant legs and Rich shifted to allow his pants to be pulled under the curve of his ass and down to his knees. His cock was freed to stand upright in its erect glory. Marie wrapped her hand around the shaft and pierced her lips with the throbbing head. Rich could barely keep his eyes open as her tongue began swirling the aching head of his cock, hot, moist and tantalizing. A blow job before work. When was the last time that happened? Rich settled back to enjoy her oral ministrations. Marie rubbed the exposed flesh of his shaft, palming his balls in her soft hands. "Ugn." The sound escaped Rich's lips as his body began to take over. Marie's tongue flicked the opening, his salty pre-cum telling her that he was fully aroused. She slid his cock out of her mouth - feeling to Rich like a blast of cold air on his manhood and his arousal. His protest was quickly quieted as Marie deftly rolled a condom over him snugging it into place. Rich was vaguely aware of being snugged into this sperm catcher. Marie climbed up to straddle him, her knees placed alongside the cheeks of his bare ass on the sofa. She reached a hand between her legs to guide his cock into the opened lips of her pussy. Rich could feel her heat and slippery wetness even through his latex shield. She leaned back, resting her hand on his knee to steady herself. As she did so, her swollen lips and clit came into clear view. Her wetness coated him with each flex of her thighs as she lowered and raised her womanhood over his full length. Rich watched as her other hand found the throbbing cluster of nerves of her clit. Marie teased at her mini erection slowly, the tempo increasing with each full envelopment of his shaft. Rich felt his orgasm building watching Marie's fingers dance over her pussy as his cock plunged into her. He could tell Marie's fingers were working their magic on her love button as they began to move more furiously and her internal muscles began to squeeze and milk his shaft. Rich closed his eyes as he grasped at Marie's hips to pull her tighter onto him as his orgasm began to well in the pit of his stomach. Her fingers became a blur as her matching orgasm pulsed through her canal. Rich gave a final thrust as his cock buried itself to the hilt deep inside Marie's dripping, swollen lips and his cum erupted into her – or more precisely, into the condom. Her folds clutched and squeezed him, hungry for the deposit they both knew wasn't quite going to reach its natural destination inside her. Their bodies paused against each other, resting momentarily. Marie stood. Rich's dick slid from from her body, already beginning its new journey to limpness. She again wrapped her fingers around him, slowing his decline with her gentle stroking. Marie kissed him lightly on the lips. "You should probably get to work now, sweetie. Don't forget dinner tonight." The day seemed to drag on for Rich but eventually it was night. Time to clock out, head home and get ready for dinner with Leslie and Tim. Rich and Marie arrived at Tim and Leslie's house and rang the bell. They hear Tim yell that the door is open and enter their friends' home. Rich mused that they had not all been together since they agreed to have Marie carry their baby. Rich was getting a little bit of relief fucking in with Leslie, but not nearly enough. Rich handed the bottle of wine they brought with them to Tim, "I guess Marie doesn't get any of this, or at least only one glass." Tim chuckled, perhaps a little nervously, Rich thought. "I'll get the glasses and set us all up with one," Tim said as he ushered them to the dining room. Rich noticed Leslie emerge from the their bedroom to begin serving up dinner. It looked to him like she must have just finished a shower. Her dark hair was slightly damp and still wavy. Her skin was clean, freshly scrubbed, beautiful in its completely natural state. As they ate Rich noticed furtive glances between Tim and Marie which were balanced by his and Leslie's shared looks. He soon realized they had nearly polished off a second bottle of wine before they had cleared their dinner plates. Leslie prepared dessert for everyone and set plates at each place. Marie excused herself to go "freshen up" and the three friends remained making small talk. "Let me find some music to put on," this time it was Tim's turn to stand from the table. Still sipping wine, Rich soon realized it was he and Leslie apparently abandoned by their spouses to finish off the bottle. "What do you think they're up to?" Leslie asked him, her beautiful brown eyes gazing deeply into his. Rich shook his head as if he didn't know, or didn't have some kind of belief. "Come on," Leslie grabbed his hand and motioned for him to follow her as they snuck toward Tim and Leslie's bedroom door. It was nearly completely closed, but Rich could make out the sounds of baby making. His cock stiffened involuntarily. Emboldened by the wine and the fact that Leslie's hand was still entwined in his, he pulled her toward her guest room. Pushing the door closed he pushed Leslie down onto the bed and placing his body over hers he locked his mouth to hers, mashing his tongue into her mouth breathing in her freshly scrubbed smell. Leslie kissed him back passionately. Rich began undressing Leslie, furiously removing her clothing to expose her breasts. He broke off from her mouth to suck her tiny tit into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue. She returned the suckle by removing his clothing, dropping his pants to the floor. "What are we doing?" Rich thought, his mouth formed the "what" but Leslie re-initiated their kiss and guided his now naked body into her womanly folds. She grabbed the cheeks of Rich's ass thrusting his body into hers, taking his erect cock. Their bodies began moving together better than they ever had. The thought of his wife being fucked just two doors down was a bit confusing to Rich. He wanted to be mad, to be jealous. Leslie's body took him. Distracted him. Thrust after thrust he plunged into her hot, wet womanhood. The smell of their heated bodies filled the air. Leslie's hands grabbed and pulled at the cheeks of his ass with each plunging thrust into her. Leslie began to tickle the entrance to his anus with each momentary pause. Rich was consumed with their lovemaking. Withdraw, fingernails scraped the flesh of his cheeks. Thrust into her hot, swollen pussy. Pause to feel the heat and moisture engulf his throbbing cock, and that tickle again of her fingertip. With each thrust and pause Leslie's finger invaded him just a little more, his tight sphincter muscle surrendering to her insistent advance; each pause lasting just a little longer than the one before. Rich palmed her tits, rolling the nipples into erect eraser hard points. Leslie moaned as he leaned in to take one into his eager mouth. He felt a new, bolder pressure on his back door. "Leslie has a toy!" he thought, "When the hell did she manage to get her hands on it?" As he bit down on her breast, suckling it into his mouth, Leslie moaned again and pressed the anal toy past the guardian of his gut. Rich felt the pressure from the supple toy inside him, forcing his cock to throb and stretch to its fullest girth. Leslie felt his cock grow inside of her, filling her with its wanton heat and desire. This was surely the best fucking Rich had given her and now she was also fucking him in the ass with her silicon dick. Rich's eyes closed involuntarily, each thrust into Leslie's beautiful pussy matched by her thrusting into him. The feeling was sensational, his body now seemingly in a kind of erotic drunkenness. Her toy stretched him. The deeper Rich pushed into her, the deeper and harder Leslie drove her toy into his now willing back door. Her pussy swelled, milking his cock – each thrust matched by the dildo she pushed into him. The feeling was electric, Rich's body sliding into hers. With each complete stroke, Leslie's pulled her dildo into Rich, bumping his prostate and making his cock swell inside her. It felt as if the silicon toy was inside her, like she was fucking herself with the device. Her pussy was molten, her fuck juices covering them both. The pleasure and pain of Rich's hands and mouth on her tits was driving her nuts; his cock pumping into her a surreal self pleasuring as she pulled him deeper, the exposed shaft of her dildo becoming a handle to control him. Leslie withdrew her toy. Rich could feel the slight chill as his anus partially closed. He was ready to explode from the sensation of being totally enveloped in pussy and cock – both real and synthetic. He gasped slightly, the tiniest amount of relief from no longer being filled and disappointment that he had not yet drained his balls into Leslie's sopping cunt. She placed the inanimate love partner at the entrance of his ass once more. "Please," whispered Rich, barely audible. "Please what?" Leslie teased him. Rich longed to feel himself filled by her again. "What you were doing. Please do it again." "This?" Leslie asked, smiling mischievously as she played the toy around his anus. Rich closed his eyes, a silent response to the stimulus. His hips continuing to rock against hers. Rich felt the toy dart into him, barely an inch before she withdrew it. With each insertion his breath caught in his throat, his hard cock throbbed and reached into her. The sensation began to change, what was she doing differently? A fuller, warmer sensation, his sphincter was being stretched open. Rich tried to relax his muscles and moved his knees so that Leslie's thighs were over his own. The new, bigger toy, whatever it was, began slipping into him. As he sank fully into Leslie's womanhood a realization began to creep into his mind. Rich opened his eyes, he could see her head rolled back, her own eyelids flittering. And her arms. Her arms were stretched out above her head. Rich stopped moving, his body and hers pressed together, soaked in fuck sweat. The "toy" continued its slow barrage on his back door until it was completely sunk into him. He could feel flesh lightly touching his and he closed his eyes once more. Fear, anger and betrayal began to redden his face. And another feeling. The fire of his sphincter being stretched. An electric charge began to build in his abdomen, as if this new thing were poking at it from the inside. Rich felt his sphincter muscle contract involuntarily, sending a signal to his cock to stiffen. Leslie felt it too, his dick, buried balls deep in her, hardened, then quivered and sent ripples of pleasure the length of her love tunnel. Leslie let out a little moan. The new toy, Rich realized, was not a toy. It began to withdraw and he gasped at the sensation of being emptied, but it stopped before being fully removed and started refilling his ass. Rich didn't move. He felt pinned on top of Leslie. He felt flesh against his bare butt cheeks and what was that tickling his balls? The movement began to pick up speed, very slowly at first, but each time Rich felt filled, that same electric ripple flowed through him – his anus tightened and his cock swelled inside Leslie. And each time that happened, Leslie's moan got just a little louder. Thwack! "What the hell?" someone had just slapped his ass cheek. Hard. Rich's head snapped up. He started pushing away from Leslie. The combination only served to cause his ass to tighten around the shaft buried in it and – if it were possible – to push himself deeper into Leslie. And then another new sensation as Tim cock exploded into his ass shooting him full of jizz. Rich's body was no longer under his control. He felt cum seeping out of his ass to dribble over his balls Tim gave him a few final strokes. He heard sounds that he knew must be coming from his own mouth, but they were strangely far away. Rich felt his balls contract, knew he was nearing his own orgasm. His ass quivered, milking the last of Tim's juices into him. The room felt like it was spinning as his body began streaming its own cum into Leslie, her body reciprocating with her moaning orgasm. They lay there for what seemed like ages. Their throbbing bodies and breathing returning to normal. Rich looked up to see Marie standing naked off to the side of the bed. It looked suspiciously to Rich as if she had the beginning of a swell to her abdomen. Rich wondered if this was the end or just the beginning.