SURPRISE

By: Jeannie Duncan ©

When Jack and I got our degrees and finally decided to get married, we had great expectations but no cash so we considered ourselves extremely lucky to be accepted as tenants by Irene and Phil McCorkle. The McCorkle's had a large two story farm house about three miles out of town and we got the whole upstairs plus a shared kitchen for slightly less than we had been paying for our one bedroom apartment. Phil and Irene were about ten years our seniors but we soon became close friends.

Jack and Phil both had jobs in town so they car-pooled together while I got a half-time job at a nearby winery. Irene worked a staggered shift at the hospital so we had four half days together at home.

We'd lived there for over half a year when one morning over coffee Irene confided that she and Phil had decided to start a family. I was captivated by the thought; tall handsome Phil and full figured Irene, I could imagine them in bed working on it. I could just see his long wand thrusting in between those rounded thighs as she arched her back and thrust back, demanding the anointment of her womb with the warm swarming sperm. I mentioned the fantasy to Irene and she smiled.

"You've got that about right. It's the best sex I've ever had. I just can't get enough of it. You and Jack should try it - or aren't you ready for a family yet."

"Just as soon as we have enough cash to make a down payment on our own house." I explained. "We figure that should take about another three years. Until then I'm keeping my job at the winery and considering these our sex-for-fun years."

"Good planning." Irene agreed. "That's how Phil and I arranged it. This summer we get our first good cash crop and I can afford to quit my job - but I don't regret a minute of the five years it took us to get to this point; the sex has been great and with the pill we haven't had to worry about the economics of raising a family. So now we can dispense with the pill dispenser and get knocked up with no worry. You make the most of this part of your life and don't let me bore you with my program."

"No." I said. "I want to hear all about it. I want to be part of it - to share the whole experience with you. Tell me everything from the erection to the conception."

And she did. Every morning after the men had left for work, we had a half hour together and she would regale me with tales of the previous night's bedroom exercises and have me squirming in my seat. Before long I began to feel I was thoroughly acquainted with Phil's magnificent tool; the bend to the left, the enviable characteristic of remaining rigid for an additional minute after coming and then releasing one more grand spurt. I began to refer to our daily coffee klatch as the 'cock-tale' hour.

After two weeks, however, Irene began to lack enthusiasm until one day I had to ask her how things were coming, with a sly accentuation of the 'cumming'. She shook her head.

"Not well at all." she answered sadly. "We just had fertility tests and it turned out that Phil's mumps he had two years ago has sealed off his tubes."

I commiserated as best I could and got no erotic conversation that day.

Three days later, Irene had resumed her usual merry mood. "We spent so much time planning for a family that Phil decided we should go ahead anyway. Yesterday we went to my gyn' and he referred us to a sperm bank. Can you believe they want four hundred dollars for a drop of that stuff we spent our young lives avoiding?"

I couldn't think of anything to say and Irene made several false starts. I had an idea of what she had in mind. Finally she gave me an embarrassed sideways glance. "Phil and I were wondering..."

"Jack?" I suggested.

Irene giggled nervously. "Well yes. He's so handsome and his I.Q. is 'way up there - I'd prefer him to some unknown and we're all such good friends. We go down to the doctor's office and he just masturbates into a condom, then the doctor takes an ovum from my - -"

"Whoa there." I interrupted. "Why not just do it the old fashioned way. Think of the money you save."

Irene gasped. "You can't mean that?"

"Certainly I mean it. We're all friends and a child should be entitled to a friendly conception." I felt rather smug about my worldyness.

Irene laughed. "It does have a naughty sort of appeal to it. I'll have to think on that. Let me talk it over with Phil."

The next day she could hardly wait for the men to leave. When they finally did, she poured our second cup of coffee and sat down across from me with an excited air. "Phil and I had a long talk last night and reached a conclusion that your offer is a great idea. There's one thing though and I'm going to insist on this; - if I'm going to screw your husband, you have to screw mine - just to keep us all even."

"OK if that's what it takes but I'll have to get Jack's OK." I didn't tell her I'd just wet my panties.

That evening I told Jack about the pact, trying to sound as if I had my doubts about it while inwardly praying 'please let him agree'.

He didn't hesitate. "I've always wanted a bit of that Irene." He teased.

I punched his biceps. "Well, I'm not going to tell you who insisted on the reciprocity clause."

Irene and I planned a formal occasion for the first attempt. We took two cars to arrive separately at the King's Table for dinner on Tuesday. We greeted each other effusively as if we hadn't met for some time and ordered the most expensive items. After dessert, Irene raised a toast in champagne. "This may be my last alcoholic beverage for nine months." She concluded.

Leaving the restaurant, Phil and I left Irene and Jack by Phil's Oldsmobile and continued down the parking lot to our old Buick.

"This is an awkward moment." Phil mumbled. "I feel conspicuous."

"We're just another married couple on the way home." I said airily. "Don't open the door for me."

"OK." He grinned. "You drive."

As arranged, Phil and I arrived home first. Phil went through the usual evening shutdown routine - cat's water-dish full, porch light off - while I walked nonchalantly upstairs and turned down the bed. Phil followed, hung up his jacket in the closet and dropped his trousers on the bedroom floor - just like Jack.

As I peeled off the last of my undies and slipped into bed, Phil opened the drawer on the night stand and, just as if he expected it to be there, took out the tube of KY and laid down a generous strip of the lubricant on his very impressive erection.

"I hope you won't mind my enjoying this." He grinned as he got in beside me.

"I'd be immensely insulted if you didn't." I replied as I turned into his arms, "And that's as it should be because I have no doubt that at this very moment Jack and Irene are thoroughly enjoying themselves too."

Phil just smiled as he drew me to him.

Migawd he was good. Not better than Jack but different. He made no allowance for my small stature but drove fully home on the first stroke. I gasped for air and was about to remind him that I'm not Irene but changed my mind as a joyful feeling of excitement filled my whole body. - - I like this. I wrapped my legs around my new lover and placed my hands beneath my butt to lift myself up to accept more. I gave a little pussy hug. He gasped in surprise and came a little inside me. My thoughts flashed momentarily to Jack and Irene in the other bedroom before surrendering all my senses to the sweet bliss of my own situation.

Irene had warned me that Phil had stamina; she had not lied. He remained rock solid as he rolled us onto our sides and continued long steady stroking - teasing - bringing me to the edge and then pausing to allow the moment to pass. Finally I screamed at him, "Stop that. Come to me." He closed his eyes and smiled as he let loose one grand eruption inside me.

"Aaahh yes - nice, nice, nice." I cried.

"Yeah - nice..."

I let my thoughts stray - to Jack and Irene in another bed - downstairs in another country - another world; - to Jack and me in this bed in another time - to - what's his name? - Philip - Phil - doing such wondrous things to my sensitive body - I came without warning - and came - and came. Gawd did I come. It was fantastic.

We didn't make love again that night. Irene had told me about that. Phil has a single shot musket. I didn't care - I'd had enough and there would be other nights. Of that I was sure.

In the morning, after the men had left, Irene and I sat and giggled like pre-teenagers discussing their first kiss. We unabashedly went over every detail of our previous night's activities and worked ourselves into a third level heat.

Thursday night we switched beds. Irene was upstairs when Jack arrived home and I had Phil's supper ready on the dining room table. After supper, Phil drove me mad with wanting to see the end of the Thursday night movie while I just wanted to get him into bed - into me.

Saturday, Jack and Phil went skeet shooting so Irene and I had the house to ourselves.

"Again tonight?" I asked as we settled down to our first pot of coffee. "I've been leaving Jack alone so he can keep up the sperm count. I'm counting on Phil to rescue me from frustration." That was an understatement.

"Not tonight, I'm afraid." She added quite nonchalantly, "I just began my period."

I looked at her aghast. "You silly bitch, don't you know it's practically impossible to get pregnant the last few days of your month?"

"Yes, I know that: - didn't want to give you a chance to change your mind."

I thought on that for a moment. "You're right. If I'd had time to think it over, good sense would have led me to cancel the whole ridiculous wonderful idea."

Without looking at me, Irene nonchalantly asked, "You want to put activities on hold for the next two weeks - until the thermometer bottoms out again?"

I looked at her in surprise for a moment and then she couldn't keep a straight face.

"Hell no." We both burst out laughing.

Later, I had occasion to use the bathroom and without thinking, went to the downstairs one. I'd never done that before but I suppose that the week's activities had set it in my mind as part of my world. After I was finished, I sat at Irene's dressing table to repair my makeup. Out of curiosity, I pulled open the top drawer and there, right in front, was a familiar little dispenser - an unbroken circle of little pills. I checked the date on the pharmacy label - just last week.

I sat stunned for a moment and then threw back my head and laughed uncontrollably.

"That sneaky witch. I've been had - seduced - raped." I gasped between laughs. "I love it; but Irene, I'm going to get you for this."

I went back to the kitchen and helped myself to more coffee.

"You know, Irene, what I find most exhilarating about romping with Phil is not having to mess with the damn diaphragm and jelly. It's a damned nuisance and it's so nice to just - - what's the matter? You choking on something?"

Irene had grasped the edge of the table, her mouth had fallen open and her eyes were bulging in horror. "Don't tell me - -" She gasped.

It would be cruel to let this continue.

"Gotcha." I exclaimed. "Calm down; I'm on the pill - same as you, you fraud."