The Favor
by
An
Awful Cad
©2007
MF, Oral, Cheat, Cuckhold, Preg
Disclaimer: It’s porn. Don’t read
it if it might offend you, if it's illegal for you, or if you have an actual or
mental age of less than 18.
I walked in the door and bent over, clutching my hips as I
tried to catch my breath. A drop of sweat slowly dribbled down the bridge of my
nose, dangled, and fell to the floor with a small mushroom-cloud splash. It was
damn hot.
And that was going to be a problem. Another image flashed through my brain. It
was a globule of saliva, moving in slow motion, hanging off my ball sack
attached to a long sticky thread. The strand broke and the globule fell to the
floor, only my view of the splash was obscured by the flashing mane of hair of
the beautiful woman who was furiously sucking my cock. Such was her enthusiasm
that spit was flying in all directions as she pistoned
her tightly gripping hand and mouth up and down my rigid shaft. The flash of
her diamond wedding band momentarily blinded me and interrupted the incredible
view.
I was so fucking horny. I hadn't been able to get this image out of my head all
the way down the hill on my nightly "constitutional". It had repeated
like a peep show loop in my brain for the last half mile at least. My dick was
hard and sensitive, and chafed against the strained polyester of my running
shorts. But I was sweaty. I would have to cool down in a hurry if I had any
chance of getting any action from Caroline tonight.
I entered the powder room and dabbed at my forehead with the damp fabric I had
been carrying, noting its pungent musk. I opened the cabinet and stashed the
stinky rag inside then I splashed cold water on my face in an attempt to cool
down and wash the funk off of me. Then I headed up the stairs to our bedroom.
As I crested the landing, I could see the timer on the TV flash "5 minutes
remaining". Oh shit. This was another problem. She had probably set the
sleep timer on the TV for 30 minutes. With five minutes left, Caroline would be
practically asleep. Me sticky with sweat and her nearly unconscious, it looked
like I'd be taking care of my own hard-on.
Sure enough, she was curled up on her side, facing away from the television,
with her eyes barely open. Her left hand lay alongside her exquisite face, the
long, slim digits emphasizing her fine delicate features. Her ring glistened in
the flickering light of the local newscast. My cock ached.
"You made it back," she mumbled softly, "I'm glad. Now I can go
to sleep."
"You look like you weren't having a lot of trouble sleeping," I
joked, "but really, who's going to mess with me? A pack
of coyotes?"
"A car," she replied sternly, "or a heart attack. Or who
knows what else. You're not so young any more."
"Ouch. That hurts."
Caroline laboriously opened one eye and grinned at me.
"I carry a phone, and a flashlight, and I always look both ways before I
cross the street. You might be right about the heart attack, though. My heart
is pounding and I'm all agitated. I've got this image I can't get out of my
head. It's driving me crazy."
Caroline and I played a little game sometime, as part of our foreplay, where I
would make up fantasy stories for her. She would listen and sometimes comment, making wry observations and gently guiding the story until
one or the other of us became too hot and bothered and touched off the actual
sex. I decided to go for it here. I started in casually though.
"Yeah, when I was on my way up the hill I saw this couple, I think one of
the new families that moved in up by the Filmores.
You know, she's pregnant, and he's got a shaved head? Anyway they were out
walking their dog and I saw them and one thing led to another and now I can't
get this, um, 'scenario' out of my head."
Caroline's head was back on the pillow and her eyes were again heavily lidded.
She grunted softly. I couldn't tell if she was aware of the game and
encouraging me or not. So I continued.
"Normally I keep my headphones on and don't stop to chat, but maybe, since
they're new to the neighborhood, I should say hello, right?"
There was no reaction from Caroline, just a slight intake of breath.
"We chit chat, I find out she's six months pregnant, bada
bing, bada boom, one thing
leads to another and the next thing you know I'm telling them the birth
story."
"Mmmm," murmured Caroline, "that one
always slays 'em." Her eyes were still closed
but her voice was sounding more alert. Hmmm, this was looking a bit more
promising.
"Yes of course, they're practically eating out of my hand. How could two
soon-to-be first-time parents resist a story about a man delivering his own
baby on the side of the road?
"Five minutes later, Kim and Bob think I'm the Dr. Phil of birth stories.
They're embarrassed about interrupting my walk, but they want to hear more war
stories about our three deliveries, so they invite me back to their place for a
drink. It's just around the corner. Ordinarily I wouldn't have accepted, but I
was just about to turn around and head home. They seemed like an interesting
couple, so I went along.
"It turns out that they're young professionals, well, Kim's a lawyer, and
Bob's a writer for a reality show or something. Who knew there was such a
thing? Anyway. Pregnant with their first child, and
none of their friends have any kids yet, and they're desperate for someone to
talk to about it, and I'm nothing if not an expert at this point, right honey?
Anyway, to make a long story short, she's complaining about how hard it is to
sleep and how she's up all night, so I tell her about when you were pregnant
with Luke, and how hot it was that summer, and how you kept waking me up every
hour to complain.
"'Oh my God' Kim practically shouts, 'that's awful. I'm not that bad yet,
I only get up two or three times a night, and I never wake up Bob. I guess he's
got it easy. So what did she do, what did you do? I would be a wreck if I was
up that much'
"So I tell her, what with all the hormones and everything, you were at
your horniest then, so it kind of worked out in my favor.
"'Oh my God!!!' screams Kim again, 'me too. I'm so horny all the time I'm
like a cat in heat. But Bob thinks my belly is gross.'
"'I do not, honey!' Bob protests, 'I'm just worried about hurting you and
the baby.'
"'That's what he says,' replies Kim, 'but I don't believe him. He hasn't
touched me in four weeks and we used to do it every night before this.' And
then she looked at me and blushed furiously, as she realized that she had just
spilled the beans on their most intimate secrets."
"Wait a minute." Caroline interrupted, "It's not that intimate -
you haven't even told me what they look like!"
Yes! Pay dirt! Caroline was playing along now. I noticed her hand had moved and
was now resting against my arm as I lay next to her on the bed. I flexed my
bicep for her benefit as I launched into my descriptions.
"Bob's medium height, kind of wiry, carefully shaved head. It looks like
he used to have very dark hair and features, which he accessorizes with a pair
of clunky 1980's Elvis Costello glasses. I guess you'd call it a post-punk
intellectual look.
"Kim's about 5'2", probably 110 before she got preggo, petite but no waif.
Medium-length
straight strawberry blonde hair. It's cut in a kind of 'That Girl' flip.
Seems like more of a D-girl cut than a lawyer, but maybe she's an entertainment
attorney. She's got pale, pale skin and a sharp, straight nose. Not
unattractive, but prominent. She's wearing a pair of sweats, nice ones -- you
know, the
"You can tell that through her shirt?" Caroline asked, impertinently.
"Just trust me. I tell you how I found out later. Anyway, can I continue
the story now? So I say, 'Well I'm sure it's not because you're unattractive. I
can say without hesitation that I think you're gorgeous and I'd have no
hesitation in jumping your bones.'
"I was joking, just trying to put her at ease, but my words hit the air
like some sort of concussion grenade. There was complete silence and I swear no
one breathed. Now I was the one who was embarrassed.
"I looked at Bob. He was staring blankly at me.
"'Right, Bob? You think she's still gorgeous,
don't you?' I was trying to direct the attention away from me and lead him to
say the right thing, even if he didn't really feel that way. But he remained
silent. He stared over my shoulder, his eyes locked with hers. I wanted to se
her expression, but she was behind me and it seemed like it would be rude to
turn around and confront her. Then I felt her hand on my shoulder.
"'Would you really?' she asked softly. 'Um, I
mean, do you really think I'm attractive?'
"I turned to face her and stare into her pale blue eyes. She held my gaze
without blinking as I looked for a clue as to how I should respond. Then I
remembered; there's only one acceptable response to that question, for any
woman.
"'Of course. You're beautiful. Fit. Pretty face. Great legs. Nice chest. I'm sure you were gorgeous before
you got pregnant, you'll be gorgeous after, and you're sure as hell gorgeous
now.'
"'But that's not what I asked,' she said with a slight pout, 'do you find
me attractive? Bob's always saying the right thing and telling me how
great I look, but he won't touch me.'
"'I can't believe that,' I said, 'because if you were in my bed, I'd want
a piece of you every night and twice on Sundays.' But even as I spoke, I could
see in Bob's eyes that she was right.
"'I'm sure if there's any truth to it, it's because Bob is misguidedly
afraid of hurting you or the baby. It's a fairly common, if unfounded, fear
among certain men. It is a shame though.'
"Here I stared straight at Bob. 'It's a shame that he's ignoring your
needs, regardless of how it might make him feel. And it's a shame that all that
hormone-fueled libido and passion is going to waste. You're about to have a
baby and this is your last chance to go out in a blaze of glory.'"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Caroline demanded with an angry swat
on my arm, "We still have sex!"
"Yes, of course we do sweetheart. Damned good sex too, I might add. But
you know that you're Superwoman, and she's probably not that strong. Plus even
you took a little while to get back to it after the kids."
I took the opportunity to put my hand on Caroline's side and begin stroking her
soothingly. Strategically I decided not to remind her any further about her
complete lack of interest in sex for the first year after our daughter was
born. I petted her gently, caressing her side from her rib cage down to her
flaring hips and back again. I began to rub the sides of her generous breasts
through the silky pajamas.
"Should I go on?" I asked archly.
"Mmmmm" Caroline grunted. Her eyes were
small slits again, but her hand had not left my arm.
"So anyways, Kim turns to me and says, 'Come on.
Show me. Show Bob. Show us that it's okay that I can still be passionate. It
would be a really big favor. For your neighbors. For
me...'
"I glanced at her, trying to see if she was serious and she returned my
gaze with one of her own. She held my eyes with a look that was both hungry and
defiant. I turned to look at Bob. His eyes flickered to me but quickly returned
to Kim, studying her intently. Was he shocked? Enthralled? Looking -- even
hoping for a signal from her to her to call it off? I couldn't tell so I turned
back to Kim.
"'Please, Grant,' was all she said.
"So I kissed her. At first just a straight forward,
no-nonsense kiss on the lips. But she was hungry. She held on and pulled
me back for more. There was no mistaking the urgency in her kiss, especially
when her tongue snaked past my lips and whirled around inside my mouth.
"She crushed her body against mine, and I could feel the firm bulge of her
tummy. It was definitely on! I broke the kiss and went for her ear,
which made her moan. I was still holding her by the waist, but I decided to see
exactly what the rules of this game were. I locked eyes with Bob as I slid my
hands down onto his wife's ass and began squeezing her plump cheeks roughly
with both hands. The look on his face was priceless as I plunged my hands into
her shorts and began to maul her naked flesh. The US Army had nothing on this,
as Bob's expression was pure shock and awe. I was trying to imagine how he
might feel, witnessing his wife in the arms of another man, but my attention
was drawn elsewhere."
It was definitely on in my bedroom as well. All this time I was
continuing my manual exploration of Caroline's familiar, yet still delectable
body. I slid my hands under her silky nightshirt and began to caress her naked
flesh. I gently circled the soft mounds of her chest, cupping her pliant flesh
and stroking the sensitive underside of her breasts. Then I slid my hands up to
her rigidly hard nipples and was rewarded with an excited quiver from Caroline.
Inspired, I continued my tale.
"I was shocked by how hard her nipples were as they pressed into my chest.
I pulled one hand out of Kim's pants and slid it up her back under her shirt.
Sure enough there was no bra strap. At the same time I plunged my other hand
even deeper into her pants, trying to reach her creamy center from the back. It
was tight in there, but I could soon feel her wetness seeping down her crack,
and with that additional lubrication I was able to wiggle the tip of my finger
inside her."
At this point my hand passed over Caroline's pubic patch, gently brushing over
her lightly furred mound with practiced familiarity. My middle finger traced
the steaming furrow of her lips, rustling the delicate hairs along her slit but
not touching the sensitive flesh. It came to rest just on top of her swollen
nub. Caroline moaned in anticipation, and when I didn't move, she thrust her
pelvis forward trying to create the friction she craved. I just let my finger
ride her thrust gently like a butterfly on a waving branch, and continued on
with my tale.
"Kim let out a deep sigh and threw her head back, exposing her long, lean
neck. I kissed her there, tasting her salty skin, and slid my hands around her
chest until I was cupping her chest. Her breasts were small and firm, but her
nipples, I noticed immediately, were jutting out like thumbs, and extremely
sensitive. She gasped loudly when I squeezed those nubs, hard.
"I needed to see her naked, so I pulled my hand out of her pants and
stepped back. It was a button-down shirt, but I couldn't wait, so I just lifted
it off over her head. She was firm and lean, except of course for her little
cantaloupe belly and a slight thickness in the hips. Her breasts were indeed
smallish and cone-shaped, but very firm and smooth. And her nipples, while not
quite as big as I had thought, were round and brown like a pair of ripe olives
against her pale skin. They were standing out rigid and puckered with her
excitement.
"'Take that off too,' I told her and she eagerly
pulled the drawstring on her shorts which dropped right to the ground. She was
wearing a tiny pair of pink panties, and without hesitation she slipped her
fingers in the waistband and quickly shimmied them
down her legs, leaving her standing completely naked in front of me and Bob.
'Now turn around. Show me -- and show Bob -- how beautiful you are. How
absolutely hot you are right now.
"Kim slowly pirouetted in front of us, showing her plump ass and the tight
'V' of her crotch, covered in a sparse patch of strawberry blonde hair. 'Can you smell that Bob?' I asked, drawing a deep breath
through my nose, 'That's the smell of a woman in heat. Doesn't it speak to your
primal spirit? That's what we're programmed for, right? The species can be
propagated now...'
"I led Kim to the nearby lounger and gently sat her down, pushing her legs
apart to expose her glistening crotch. 'And look at
this. Have you ever seen such a needy pussy? So ripe and
ready. Makes you just want to dive in and eat it, doesn't it?'"
So that's what I did. I moved my face down over Caroline's steaming crotch.
Holding her slick lips apart with two fingers to expose her hot pink core, I
moved my face just short of contact with her swollen clit and continued my
story.
"I knelt in front of her and studied her swollen pussy. She was visibly wet
and aroused. At first I just pressed my nose into her crotch and inhaled
deeply. She whimpered as my breath rustled the soft hairs around her sex. I
continued teasing her with light licks all around her crotch without touching
her needy pussy. I ran my tongue slowly through the sparse hairs on her
engorged labia. I was so close I could feel the heat radiating from her steamy
core, but still I didn't touch her. I stopped when I came to her clit, which
was already standing up, pink and hard. I blew directly on her swollen nub and
felt her convulse instantly. 'Oh my God!' she gasped."
I tried to duplicate the scene I was describing to Caroline with my own
actions, but telling the story kept my mouth occupied, so I slid my fingers
into her slippery cunt, which, I noted with satisfaction, was already awash
with her pussy cream. I pressed forward with my narrative.
"I stuck out my tongue and delicately brushed her sensitive lips. She
hummed with anticipation. I began to stroke her slit lightly from end to
end."
I used my hands to stroke Caroline's cunt gently, teasing her pliant lips and
slippery hole, punctuating my caresses with an intermittent lick here and
there. I circled her swollen clit lazily, and Caroline let out a brief moan.
"She moaned, and I realized how turned on she was. It was an incredible
rush, one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard, and I also realized that my
dick was rock hard, tenting my shorts."
Caroline took the hint and the next thing I knew, her hand was gripping my cock
tightly through the thin athletic shorts I wore. Then she slid her hand under
the loose leg of the shorts and I was treated to the exquisite sensation of her
cool, smooth fingers on my naked flesh. She moaned as she stroked the length of
my engorged shaft, pausing to twist her grip around the swollen mushroom tip,
before descending again to caress my straining balls.
"I took a long swipe with my tongue and pressed her legs back to give me
better access to her slippery cunt. She was an amazing sight, sprawled in the chair
with her legs splayed out to the side. Her pussy was red, wet and swollen, and
her cunt hair all matted down with her juices. Her long hard nipples were
barely visibly over the taught swell of her belly. Her eyes were closed in
rapture, but her mouth was open and lips wet with saliva.
"With my free hand I spanked her clit gently three times in rapid
succession. Kim arched her back and groaned urgently. From my perspective
between her legs I could no longer see her face, only the silhouette of her upthrust breasts, but I could see that she had grabbed hold
of one of her rigid nipples and was torquing it
violently. I plunged my tongue as deep into her hole as it would go to catch
her welling nectar, and continued to strum her clit like a guitar string. Kim
wrapped her legs around my ears and squeezed, but I could still hear the howl
as she came, hard.
"That's right, come for me! Come hard! Come on, give it to me!" I was
furiously stroking Caroline's swollen clit as I rotated three fingers deep in
her sloshing canal, making sure to brush her taut G spot with each turn.
Caroline squeezed my arm hard and let out a low keening wail which rose to a
glass-shattering crescendo as she tipped over the edge of her own violent
orgasm.
I slowed my pistoning hands but continued to stroke
her as I rode her paroxysm until she pulled my hands away from her sensitive
cunt. We embraced tightly as we both recovered our breath. My cock was like a
hot iron bar between us.
I rolled onto my back, so that my rampant prick jutted up
like a beacon. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head on the pillow, and
smiled smugly.
Caroline looked at me and laughed, "Let me guess, then she gave you a blow
job?"
Well, she did know me. I put a look of mock hurt on my face.
"Is that what you think sweetheart?" I protested. "I'm appalled
by your opinion of me. Here's how I see it. Me going down on her -- that's
pretty much a public service. Social work. Just being
a good neighbor. But getting a blow job from her-- that would be sex and I'd
feel uncomfortable about that. What kind of ass would I have to be to do that? Unless you were cool with it of course."
I stared at my throbbing cock clutched in Caroline's tight grasp. It was time to
make my fantasy come true.
"Of course, if you were cool with it, it would have gone something
like this:
"First I announce it to them both. 'Bob, I'm
going to put my cock in your wife's mouth right now. You'd like that, wouldn't
you?'
"He would think for only a second. 'Um, yes.'
"'Good, then tell her.'
"Surprisingly enough, there's no hesitation on his part. 'Do it honey,' he
mutters.
"'No,' I say, 'Not like that. Tell her what you want.'
"That one stops him, but only for a moment."
I had been moving up, straddling Caroline's torso as I spoke, and now I paused
astride her chest, with my throbbing cock dangling in front of her face. I
looked past my pulsing tool to her face, flush with lust and anticipation. I
stared deep in her eyes and slowly leaned forward until my rampant prong butted
up against her plump lips.
"He takes a breath and says, 'I want to see you suck it honey. I want to
watch you put this man's cock in your mouth and make him cum.'"
Caroline held my gaze unwaveringly as I pressed forward and her sweet plump
lips slowly parted to accommodate the head of my swollen cock. I pressed
forward until half my cock was embedded in her warm, wet mouth, and then pulled
back slowly, observing the sheen of her saliva like a dipstick mark on my
shaft. I proceeded with caution, slowly fucking Caroline's face, and for a time
the only sound was my heavy breathing and the wet noises of my cock churning
her saliva. I began to pick up speed while I described my assault on Kim's
mouth.
"I want to see what kind of cock sucker she is, so I push my shaft deep
into her mouth, thrusting slowly but firmly, until I feel the back of her
throat. And then I keep pushing. At first nothing happens, but then I feel her
throat open and I slide inside.
"Oh my god! The way her convulsing throat grips
my cock -- incredible! But I pull back to give her some air, and start feeding
her my cock, slowly and regularly, in and out... in and out... in... and... out... And just when she is
getting used to it, I pull all the way out of her slick lips and feed her my
balls instead.
"She licks and tongues and sucks every inch of my nut sack as if she would
later have to describe it to a sketch artist -- or her husband. So I say, 'Tell
your husband how much you like sucking this cock.'"
Caroline continued to nuzzle my balls, but didn't say anything.
"I said, 'Tell your husband how much you like sucking this cock.'"
Caroline stopped her tongue in mid-swipe and looked at me, as she realized I
was talking to her. And bless her heart, that sweet mother of three came to
play.
"This is the tastiest fucking cock I've sucked in months," she said
crudely, "I can't wait to taste its hot cream, and feel it spurting into
my mouth and on my face."
A cold shiver of pleasure literally ran up my spine as I savored the shocking,
delicious nastiness of it all.
Caroline grabbed my cock firmly in her left hand and plunged it back into her
mouth. She then commenced the wettest, noisiest, most enthusiastic blow job she
had ever given, at least to me. Her tightly puckered lips were flying up and
down my shaft, gliding on a thick coat of her saliva as she milked me with her
mouth. Periodically she would slow her pace and thrust herself down onto my
pole until my cock was again bottomed out deep in her throat and she could
reach out and tongue my balls as if she was trying to recapture her runaway
drool.
I had a fleeting thought that perhaps I had I begun to feel my climax coming on
and I let her know it.
"Yes! Suck it!" I howled, "Suck that cock."
She pulled me out of her throat and began a furious stroking of my cock, her
hand a glittering blur on my pole as she gasped, "Oh yes. Give it to me.
Give me your cum. Give it to me!"
So I did. I erupted with a mighty groan. The first surge splashed across her
forehead and into her eye in a great gushing gout. The
second plugged her nostril and the third was a direct hit on her outstretched
tongue. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and she sucked hard, draining me
of every last drop.
Afterwards we lay slumped on the bed, limp and sapped. Caroline looked at me
from behind cum-shrouded eyelashes. "That was quite some story," she
said simply. "Quite a 'public service' you performed."
"That's me," I replied sardonically, "always willing to help
out."
"Yeah. Okay, my sweaty, smelly friend who woke me up to get his cock
sucked. Who's really doing the favors around here?"
"I am, of course, forever in your debt, sweetheart."
"Well I'd appreciate it if you'd help out cleaning up this mess," she
retorted, rolling over to turn her back to me.
"Of course, Sweetheart," I said, slipping out of bed, "what kind
of cad do you take me for?" I picked up her discarded panties off the
floor as if they were a plain white handkerchief, and gently wiped the sticky
cum from her eyes and off her face. When she was reasonably clean I kissed her
gently on the lips and whispered, "How's that?"
Caroline muttered, but was already falling back to sleep. I stood up and
regarded her now soiled panties -- evidence of my successful seduction. I
headed for the bathroom to clean up myself, but stopped at the doorway.
"Thank you Sweetheart," I said clearly, but there was no answer. I
took a last look at her sleeping there among the crumpled sheets, and had to
smile. I had pulled it off. I pulled the bedroom door shut behind me and headed
for the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom I splashed my face and rinsed off accumulated grime of my
exercise and sexual exertions. I stared at myself in the mirror and hardly
recognized the man I saw there, disguised as he was by the massive
shit-eating-grin on his face that no amount of water could wash off.
I opened the cabinet under the sink and reached in to retrieve the prize I had
stashed there only a few minutes earlier. I pulled out the tiny wisp of pink
fabric. Crumpled into a small ball, it was scarcely big enough to cover my
nose. It was stained and crusty, and redolent with a heady cocktail of bodily
fluids. But it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I compared
it to the pair in my other hand. My grin was now threatening to wrap around my
face and meet on the other side. Perhaps I could start a new hobby -- a
collection.
"I don't think Caroline has any in this color," I thought to myself,
"I wonder if I can convince her that they're hers..."
_________________________
Author's Note:
I appreciate feedback of all sorts. Please consider voting and/or commenting,
to let me know what you thought of this story, whether good or bad. Please let me know by sending feedback using
the form below.
Last,
but not least, special thanks to my editors Samfunboy89 and (anonymous).
More Truly Awful Tales from An Awful Cad can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/An_Awful_Cad/www