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My writings are all rooted in truth. The characters are all real, always with changed names and sometimes with blended personalities. The events are sometimes purely made up, but more often are blends of actual events and fantasy. One thing that has bothered me is what would happen if someone read one of my stories and recognized themselves. It’s entirely possible. After some concern, it occurred to me that if they were reading erotica, then they shouldn’t take issue with me writing it, even if it was about them. Some should even be flattered.
Well, it finally happened. The sexual adventure of The Surrogate Husband was entirely made-up, but everything and everyone in it are real. I was at Rob and Patty’s son’s coffee shop with my laptop enjoying the small-town ambience, wonderful coffee, and their Wi-Fi to pass some time. I went to the restroom (coffee in, coffee out) and when I came back, Rob and Patty were at my laptop, reading something and looking none too happy. As I approached, I saw The Surrogate Husband was open in Word, a program I had not been using. Oh, shit.
They didn’t try to hide that they’d been poking around in my computer, but rather Patty pointed at the screen and said, “Interesting story.” Rob just watched me like he was waiting for something.
My initial reaction to this type of situation is to go on the offensive, which is exactly what I did. “Why are you messing with my laptop?” I asked with an accusing tone.
Rob and Patty looked at each other and Rob excused himself. Rob tended to avoid conflict but abandoning his wife at that moment seemed excessive. I looked at Patty, waiting. She softened slightly, looked down, and said she and Rob wanted to leave me a message of greeting, and accidentally opened the story when they launched Word. Okay, knowing them, that was believable.
“Your perception of our situation is remarkable. How did you know Rob and I were having intimacy issues?” she asked as she sat down on the stool next to mine. I followed suit and sat, closing the lid on the laptop.
“I really didn’t. I’ve had back problems before and simply extended them to a 24/7 experience like Rob has. The rest was common sense. I’m sorry it’s true.”
“It’s been so frustrating for us both,” she said. “Rob, bless his heart, has even suggested maybe I could find someone to ‘help out’, but that’s always been out of the question for me. Until right now.” She looked over to Rob, who gazed back with a small smile and a slight nod. “We were talking about this very subject this morning. Now,” her voice trailed off to just above a mumble as she stared into the distance through the closed laptop. Her hands clasped in her lap and she bowed her head for a moment before looking up at me. Her eyes were a bit wet. “This is too much of a coincidence.”
“So, you’re not mad? I’m not in trouble?” I asked.
She smiled slightly and shook her head. I sat there waiting. The whole game was in her court. I glanced over at Rob, who still had that slight smile on his face and an almost quizzical look in his eye. It seemed he was waiting to see how she played this game out, too.
She glanced around at the room, leaned closer, and said in a low voice, “If you’re willing, let’s do this. But the whole cumming in my mouth thing is gross. That won’t happen.”
To say I was shocked would be an understatement. “Deal,” I replied and we both stood up to go. Rob gave us a small wave, indicated he’d take care of the laptop, and took a sip of his coffee.
“I’ll drive,” she said, and we hopped into her Denali. On the way to her place, we discussed what she liked and didn’t like. Seems she was down for pretty much anything I was except semen in her mouth.
At her home, she led me straight to the bedroom, turned and began undressing me. I decided that since this was probably a much bigger deal for her than me, I’d let her take the lead. She pulled my t-shirt off, then knelt to remove my shoes and socks. Still on her knees, she opened my jeans and pulled them along with my underwear down to my ankles, then slipped them off my feet as I lifted them one at a time. Still fully clothed, she focused on my cock, lightly stroking it with her fingertips as it began to grow. Pulling the foreskin back, she licked at the head before slipping it into her mouth. Her nails lightly stroked through my pubic hair as her head moved back and forth. As she slid down my shaft, her mouth opened, then lips closed tightly with some suction on the back stroke. Hard to believe she didn’t like cum in her mouth because she was certainly working for it.
After a couple of minutes of bliss, I was wanting to turn my attention to her pleasure. After all, that was why we were here. Reluctantly, I pulled her mouth off my cock and had her stand so I could return the favors. I’d been wanting to see if her body was as fine-looking undressed as it appeared to be. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off, then removed her bra. Her arms began to move to cover herself, then stopped and returned to her sides as she brought her gaze to my eyes. I reminded myself that this is her first time in decades with someone other than Rob. Go easy, guy, let her find our way.
Well, her breasts had more sag and smaller nipples than The Surrogate Husband spoke of, but they were still mighty nice. I placed a hand under each, lifting and squeezing, then ran my palms over her nipples and up to cup her face, lifting her mouth to mine. Her lips parted as my tongue traced over them, and her tongue came out to play with it. We kissed deeply for several seconds as my hands caressed her back, sliding down to squeeze her butt. That, too, wasn’t as firm as my fantasy had made it be but was still quite squeezable. I broke our kiss and my tongue traced down her neck to her left nipple. She placed her hands behind my head and sighed with a little tremble as I nibbled at the rubbery nub.
Due to our height differences, I was in a half-squat which was rather uncomfortable, so my tongue left her nipple and continued down her belly as I dropped to kneel before her. She was wearing yoga pants, and with my face inches from her crotch, I could just smell a hint of a woman in passion, as well as seeing a hint of cameltoe. Looking up between her breasts into her eyes, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of both pants and panties and pulled them down. Her left foot stepped out, then her right foot kicked them across the room. I straightened my back and gazed at her bush. That part my imagination had right, and there was a bonus of dampness where the hairs disappeared between her thighs. Oh, geez, she smelled delicious.
“Lay down. I need to taste you,” I said, a bit surprised at the hoarseness in my voice. She moved to the bed, sat on the edge, lay back, and spread her legs. Damn, she was ready too. Her outer lips were parted, clit peeking out slightly, and wetness welling up at her opening. She gasped and her legs twitched as my tongue entered that pool. Oh, delicious hot silky nectar. I slid the tip of my tongue up to the nub of her clit. As it stroked over that little bump of nerves, her hips jerked, and a yelp escaped her throat. Fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my head tighter into her crotch. As my tongue stroked and flicked her clit, she pulled her legs up and her body began trembling. The beard on my chin was soaked.
“Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged. “This is so good. It’s been so long. Make me cum, I need it so bad.” Moans, groans, guttural urgings. Then a cry as my finger slipped into her. Hips pumped to meet my finger fucking her. I slipped in a second. Her fingers tightened in my hair, almost hurting, heightening my own pleasure. I looked up, but could only see her belly, distended as she strained toward orgasm.
Slipping my fingers out of her pussy, the middle one traced down to her asshole. It was well-lubed with her juices and I applied some pressure. That brought a louder groan from her, so I pressed harder and slipped inside. “Fuck yes,” she exclaimed as her trembling increased. I began pumping my finger to the second knuckle into her butthole. She responded by pumping back with her hips. When I slipped my index finger back into her vagina, she exploded. An animal cry escaped her mouth as her body jerked, then went rigid except for her legs trembling. I thought she was going to pull my scalp off while her juices flooded my mouth, chin, hand, and the sheets below her.
After what seemed like several minutes, her orgasm subsided. She released my hair, slid further back onto the bed away from my mouth and fingers which slipped out of her. She landed with her legs spread wide and arms reaching toward me. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.” Then I realized I didn’t have a condom. As if reading my thoughts, she said, “My tubes are tied. Fuck me. Cum in me.” That was all I needed to hear.
Positioning myself over her, she grabbed my cock and guided me into her. Well, pulled me into her was more like it. This fucking was quite similar to my fantasy, with me pounding hard and fast to give us both the release we needed. She locked her legs around my waist and bit my neck as she gasped and grunted each time I hammered into her. “God, yes, fuck me hard.” I could feel her wetness on my balls as they slapped her ass. She was working back against me as hard as I was pummeling her. When I bent to suck a nipple, I couldn’t quite reach it, and she lifted her breast so I could. That brought a groan from both of us.
Ramblings flowed from her as her body began trembling all over. Her legs and arms gripped me tight as her hips increased their pounding back and the squishy sounds from her pussy became squishier. Geez, there had to be a fucking lake under her ass by now. The risings of my own climax were beginning. For a pussy so wet, she was amazingly tight. I could swear I could feel her clamping and milking my cock. She grabbed my ears, pulled my head back to stare into my eyes with her passion-glazed ones, and said, “Cum in me now. Cum with me now. NOW!!!”
Yes, ma’am. I drove down into her as deeply as I could as my cock began spasming squirts of semen onto her cervix. She screamed as her body again went stiff except for her trembling and I thought she might crush me with her arms and legs. Each jet of cum caused my hips to pump a bit tighter into her, which brought more cries and jerks from her.
As our orgasms subsided, her sounds reduced to whimpers, then to “Oh, God” repeated over and over. Eventually, I slipped out of her, my cock leaving a trail of our mixed juices on her hip as I rolled over onto my back. She was still trembling slightly but was now silent except for her breathing. We lay there on our backs for a few minutes, then she rolled onto her side and nestled into me. Her hand stroked my chest as she said, “I’ve not cum that hard in years, not to mention twice. I can’t believe this just happened.”
“It can happen again, anytime you want it,” I replied.
“I know I’m going to need you again. I love Rob with all my heart, but physically and emotionally, I need sexual release and Rob just can’t do it. I’m still amazed at how accurate your story is. There must have been some guidance from somewhere, for you to write it and for us to discover it as we did.” She laughed. “You can’t make this shit up.”
“It is weird, for sure.” I thought a moment. “Are you going to text Rob now?”
“Not yet. Let’s lay here for a while. He really enjoys hanging out at the shop, talking to folks. How about you hang around and we can all have dinner together? Talk about things. Rob can bring your laptop.”
I could tell this was going to get interesting.
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