The Surrogate Species
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“Why don’t you try surrogate therapy?”, suggested our sexologist. It was our 4th consultation in 6 months. Our sex life had gone steadily downhill in 2 years of marriage until a point where we were having intercourse once in a month, that too because of my desperation, not her need.
Shruti and I got married as soon as she finished her M.Com. She was 22 at that time and I was 28.
When I went to meet her for the first time, I was awestruck by her natural beauty. She was evenly fair from head to toe, no suntan. Big eyes and thick silky hair in a braid reaching her waist.
Her figure was like a schoolgirl, medium-sized boobs, height around 5ft 5 inches, pouting pink lips and a small ass with no fat. It looked like her saree would slip off her petite figure any minute.
There was no blemish visible on her skin, and she had a recent nose piercing on her right nostril with a thin gold nose ring. I was overjoyed and we were married in a flash.
At first, we fucked 3 times a day for two weeks. Then it slowed down to 3 times a week. Later I realized that she wasn’t ever initiating sex and weirdly enough, it was always missionary position. Even when I asked her to ride me, she was reluctant.
From there, things only deteriorated till finally 2 years later, we were discussing surrogate therapy for her.
After we came home, I studied more about the new therapy suggested by our doctor. Shruti was not open to sex as normal behavior. She had been raised to think it’s totally a bad thing to the point that she couldn’t even enjoy sex with her husband.
A sex surrogate would be a therapist who would introduce her to sexual touch, and different levels of arousement until she realizes her own need for sexual intimacy.
It took a whole month to convince her, then we were flipping through a portfolio book. “Nishant, you pick the profile please, I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said giving up too easily.
Though I hated the fact that this guy was going to touch my pretty wife, I still had to convince myself it was all for the best. I picked a profile 3 inches shorter than me, 5 feet 8 inches, a bit wheatish, and he was 25, just a year older than my Shruti.
The doctor arranged a meeting for us and said it was all up to us and the surrogate from this point, he wished us good luck and safe sex.
Our surrogate Rohit started visiting us regularly. At first, Shruti was too shy to shake hands with him but he was very positive, in fact he promised me that Shruti would become a hot and sex hungry partner in less than 3 months.
I had butterflies in my stomach when he first complimented my wife’s tummy, “Wow, your flat stomach is so sexy I feel like kissing it,” he said casually.
Shruti blushed instantly and wrapped her waist with her saree. At least it’s working I thought, and strangely my cock was at full attention. It was not unlike a cockily experience but I was getting turned on by the fact that my cold wife was actually getting turned on by male attention.
Rohit visited regularly, at different times, in different attire. One day he was wearing sports shorts and a t-shirt, coming straight after playing badminton, as soon as he saw Shruti he gave a tight hug. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist his bold move. Next, he advanced further and followed her to the kitchen to get water.
As she was bent at the fridge door to pick up a water bottle, he bumped into her soft ass with his hard dick.
“Oh sorry, just trying to help,” he said. When Shruti turned, I noticed she wasn’t upset, in fact she was smiling at him and she said, it’s no problem.
That night, I fucked Shruti and she was making sounds for the first time, though she didn’t cum as usual, still it was progress.
Rohit started visiting daily, staying over till late. He would sit close to Shruti and watch TV, sometimes putting his arm around her shoulder, or putting his hand on her thigh to ask something.
When he came to the door, Shruti would rush to open it. He started holding her waist tightly and kissing her on the cheek. Shruti started giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek.
One day, he said it’s his birthday so he can’t come. Shruti was clearly restless the whole evening. Then she asked me to bring a cake and called Rohit to come and celebrate at our home.
When Rohit came, it was almost 10 pm. He was dressed in a brown coat and blue jeans, wearing a lot of cologne.
After cutting the cake, he said he has to leave with his friends and go to the club. For the first time, Shruti asked if we can all go to the club. Rohit smiled and nicely explained to Shruti that they don’t allow traditional wear in clubs, maybe next time we can plan for it and change to some modern outfit.
Shruti understood and accepted. Then Rohit demanded, “Where’s my birthday gift?”
Shruti looked at me and said, “Nishu forgot to get it, what do you like anyways?”
Rohit smiled, “I can settle for a kiss”.
As I heard it, I casually walked towards the kitchen to give them some space.
I don’t know if Shruti was looking at me for approval because my back was turned, and she didn’t call out to me. As I turned, I pretended to watch the random music video on TV, turning up the volume a notch.
Shruti came close to kiss Rohit, she knew he was asking for a lip kiss. She put her arms on his shoulders and gave him a quick dry kiss on his lips. My cock was getting hard looking at my shy beautiful wife kissing another guy.
“Come here,” he said, pulling Shruti closer. He had one hand firmly holding her waist, and the other hand in her hair, behind her neck.
He kissed her firmly on her sweet pink lips and put his tongue inside. After a second of delay, she responded with her tongue. They kept kissing for a full 2 minutes and Rohit was clearly grinding his dick on Shruti before breaking free.
He just left as if nothing happened, telling Shruti to be ready for clubbing next weekend.
That night when I screwed her, Shruti came within 10 minutes with a wonderful shriek and collapsed. I was happy to see her condition improve steadily.
Rohit came after two days and simply said he was too drunk on his birthday. As soon as Shruti came to the sofa, he simply kissed directly on the lips.
“Baby, you can’t go to the club looking like an aunty,” he said sadly.
Shruti asked what should she wear. I left them to discuss and went to get a drink. When I came back, Rohit was opening my wife’s hair braid with his fingers. Once her hair was open, she turned around and he was suggesting a new hairstyle.
My cock was going to explode any minute hearing their conversation. They were discussing how to cut Shruti’s jet black thick waist-long hair. By this time Rohit was doing hair play with her, and she was obviously enjoying it. He said no parlor is going to cut this long hair, we need to make it short at home.
As she was turned back, Rohit bent and kissed her on the neck, holding her petite boobs with both hands. She turned around on the sofa and gave him a full lip kiss. Rohit had her in his lap like a baby. Slowly, he moved his face to her nipple and sucked it through her blouse.
She just opened her blouse and pulled down her bra exposing her tits. That was it, I thought and turned off the room lights making it darker. The only light was coming from a table lamp and TV. I turned on the volume as Shruti started moaning with pleasure. Both of them stripped and Shruti lay down on the carpet begging to be taken.
Rohit refused, asking her to come on top. Now Shruti had no choice. She slowly came on top, Rohit checked with his finger to see if she was wet, she was already dripping. His penis was fully erect and both of them carefully guided it to Shruti’s cunt entrance.
I noticed her pussy lips were neatly shaved and her entire body was recently waxed. Shruti gasped as she kneeled and
Rohit’s full shaft went inside her tight cunt. He was holding her buttery thighs as she started riding like a cowgirl. Her waist-long hair was swinging and she flicked it to the front. It was touching Rohit’s chest as she bounced up and down.
My opened my zip and started rubbing my dick thinking that soon my wife’s beautiful long hair would be cut.
Rohit wrapped Shruti’s swinging hair in his hand and pulled it behind her. She had to bend her head back with a gasp of pain and pleasure, her back arched and she came with a shudder. It looked like Rohit also came and shot his load inside her.
Both of them cleaned themselves. Then Rohit asked for scissors and comb. “Let’s do this”, he said.
Shruti went to the bedroom and got everything, I was inside the kitchen out of sight. Rohit held Shruti’s hair at the base of her neck and started cutting above his grip. I could hear the slick crunch of scissors cutting through thick hair. In a minute, it was done.
Shruti shook her head, she had a rough bob now and there was no way she could tie it in a bun or braid. Rohit got dressed and left.
The next morning without telling me, Shruti went for shopping. She bought many jeans and tight tops. Some sleeveless shirts, short skirts, shorts and a thigh-length dress for clubbing. Her makeup was perfectly done. Eyebrows shaved thin and hair in a banana clip because it was too short to be tied.
Soon Rohit came and we all went to the local unisex salon. Shruti was wearing skinny jeans and a tight top, looking normal for that place. The stylist started cutting, but not before running his fingers in her hair and almost fondling her chest while putting the cape over her. It looked like she was enjoying herself.
He trimmed both her sides and nape area short. Then let down the back hair and top hair in sections, cutting it into a sexy undercut bob. Then he took off the cape and sled her to step inside for a shampoo.
As she laid back in the chair, the stylist had a clear view of her cleavage. As he was putting the towel, Shruti asked him to be careful, her shirt was getting wet. He apologized and started rubbing her chest with a dry towel. Then, without asking, he put his hand inside her shirt, feeling both her tits and told her, “Now it’s dry.”
Rohit had gone for a facial and I was sitting in a vacant chair. I noticed Shruti was clearly fingering herself under the towel. The stylist locked the shampoo room door and came back.
Shruti’s head was in the sink and she had a blindfold to protect her eyes from shampoo. The stylist raised the towel and caught Shruti’s hand that was inside her jeans.
“Let me help you ma’am”, he whispered quietly. “No one is here, please relax”, he said. Slowly, he pulled down her jeans and panty from her smooth thighs. Her pussy lips were shaved neatly with no trace of hair.
He bent down and started licking with his tongue, going in and out of her slit. Shruti arched her back to push her cunt into his mouth and started taking sudden short breaths. As he stopped, she held out her arms inviting him for an embrace.
The stylist dropped his pants and put on a condom. He bent down and sucked both of her nipples for a minute before holding her face and kissing her. Then he quickly inserted his dick and shot his cum in the condom within 2 minutes.
The shampoo and blow-dry finished. Shruti was looking super hot in her new avatar with her shiny short bob haircut. As she moved her head, her bob bounced and swung along, making her look like a fetish madam from behind.
When we started for home, Rohit said he can’t come to our house anymore and congratulated Shruti for completing her surrogate therapy. She kissed him deeply and told him it was the most beautiful treatment of her life.
As we were driving home, Shruti bent down and gave me head in the driving car. I put on hand in her silky bobbed hair running it on her freshly shaved nape. This was our first official blowjob.
That night, we made love twice, both times with her on top. She looked sexy with her short hair bouncing. She complained that her bob was covering her face when she looked down, and she can’t see.
“Sweetheart, let get you a boycut,” I suggested. It was my fantasy to see her getting a haircut in a barbershop.
“Ya ok, let’s go,” she said.
I was in seventh heaven, my cold dry wife had turned into a kool babe. She wore her top without a bra and a skirt without panties. We went down to barbershop inside our building in the basement. It was almost 7 pm, closing time.
As we entered, the barber closed the door behind us and locked it from inside. He asked me to take a seat. When I said it’s for my wife, the barber was surprised. He was a clean and smart looking guy, probably in his late 20s.
He said her bobcut looks like she just got it. Shruti bent her head forward and said it’s covering her face and irritating her. A little was left to imagination, from her movement, it was clear that she was talking about the movement while having sex.
The barber asked her to sit and put both his hands in her hair, running his fingers and feeling her cheeks. When she didn’t react, he got bolder and started massaging her shoulders. She had seen me at the barbershop many times, normally I got the same free massage and then haircut.
He announced that boycut is the only option for her. Simultaneously putting his hands inside her t-shirt. Having no bra, her hard nipples told him she was ready for sex.
Quickly he started cutting with scissor over comb. The pretty bob was reduced to 2-inch boycut at back. I showed him a pixie cut and he got the idea. Quickly he cut evenly on top. Then shampooed her head in the sink with her bent forward.
Shruti’s skirt was barely covering her thighs and when she bent in the sink, her pussy was visible from behind. The barber rubbed his rough hands on her pussy. She responded by moving her ass up and down. He came close and put his groin to her ass. She rubbed it up and down, clearly making the barber’s cock erect.
The barber took out his cock and workers a condom. He held my wife’s ass and penetrated her from behind. The first time Shruti was getting a doggy style fuck. She lifted her left leg and he held it in mid-air. He started fucking and came in 2 minutes.
I took out my throbbing dick and inserted it into her pussy since it was too early for her to cum. I tried to hold her hair in my fingers but I couldn’t get a grip on her short hair. I just held her shoulder with my right hand and lifted her thigh, inserting my thick cock into her hot cunt.
As I was stroking I noticed her expressions in the mirror. She was looking like a total slut, with punk hair and had just got fucked by a stranger! Looking at her glazed eyes made me cum in 2 minutes. My hot seamen triggered her to squirt instantly and she groaned with pleasure. My wife had had finally become a nymph.
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