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Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 16:10:04 -0500
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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. 
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it
is illegal in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

   Substitute Sex Surrogate (wife, m/f) by nujbaf

   I poured Lisa another cup of fresh coffee.  "How was the Ox?"
I asked referring to my husband's brother Billy.

   "Very exhausting but addictive," she said.

   We both laughed.  I really enjoyed these talks with Lisa.  It
was seven in the morning and the house was serene with the birds
chirping their happy songs.  Both my mother-in-law and my husband
left for work and Billy wouldn't wake up for another six hours.

   I was curious about Billy's sexual prowess.  He could go on
without skipping a beat for more than six hours.  "How many times
did you come?" I asked Lisa.

   "At least seven times."

   I was jealous.  Barry, my sweet husband, would at most make me
come once. They were times that I couldn't get an orgasm at all.

   "Did you know that Billy hates shaved pussies?" Lisa said. 
"He gets extremely turned on with a really hairy bush.  My theory
is that since he has such an overdeveloped sex drive, his desires
must be very much in tune with the primordial urge of man.  So
what men really want is a hairy bush. What do you say?"

   "Yeah, that makes sense," I said.

   "Ever since Billy has been my patient, I let my bush grow
wild.  I did it to please him and he loves it.  I can't believe
that so much hair can grow there.  Do you want to see it?"

   Before I even reacted, Lisa pulled down her sweat pants.  It
was true, her bush was immense and her panties hardly could cover
it.

   Lisa said, "My boyfriend prefers a bald pussy but he
understands and is being a good boy.  However some of my other
patients are having a problem with it.  For some, everything has
to be in control and a bush that grows all over the place
disturbs them."

   As I took a shower later that morning, I pondered about Billy
and how someone could keep fucking for six hours on end. What's
wrong with me.  I shouldn't be thinking about these things.  What
bothered me most is that I loved the male organ.  It was only
three weeks ago that I gave a handjob to that very good looking
19 years old kid.  But the guilt of what I did was killing me.

   As part of my nurse training, I had to administer a sponge
bath.  My patient was a young handsome kid with a well developed
body.  His arms were broken in an accident.  What I did was
against the rules, but he requested me so sweetly to help him
out.  It was my fault, too. The way I treated his genital area
bordered on torturous.  How I caressed the underneath of his
testicles with the soapy sponge.  And that marvelous hard as
steel rod that I gently sroked up and down.  There was no way he
could resist.  I wanted to make him come.  What a shudder he gave
when he erupted.  Globs and globs of cum were all over theplace.



   Another Wednesday morning rolled by and I'm having coffee with
Lisa again.

   "You know that to get him started, you have to lie naked on
the bed legs wide apart.  It's like an offering you are making. 
It is very sensual," Lisa said.

   "It's so primitive," I commented.

   "It's like when he gets a whiff of your sex and sees those
pink lips glistening within those curly hairs, the fun starts,"
Lisa said.

   I got so horny thinking about Billy all day.  When I returned
home from evening classes, I took a shower and came out wearing
only my red satin thong and my high heels.  With my shoulder
length light brown hair and with my perky ample breasts, I knew
Barry would not be able to resist.  I got down on my knees,
pulled out his hardened pecker and nibbled on the head with my
tongue and lips.  How I wished I was sucking on that 19 years
old's pecker instead.  Why didn't I give that kid a blowjob
instead of just using my hands.  Barry removed the rest of his
clothes, pulled down my thong and penetrated as best as he could
We made love but it was unsatisfying.  I wanted someone who could
keep on going and not just fell asleep after he ejaculated.  The
only words said by Barry were "Why haven't you shaved. You know
that I like you totally bald down there."

   That evening my mother-in-law was very depressed. Her
insurance company sent a short note stating that the sex
surrogate coverage for Billy would be terminated in three months.
 With so much psychological evaluations and tests, the insurance
company had reluctantly agreed to give coverage four years ago
when Billy turned eighteen.  With a cost of $630 for each weekly
session, Billy needed to relieve his excessive sex drive
otherwise he would be out of control, violent and dangerous. 
Without therapy, the only option was to have him
institutionalized where he would be drugged and sedated and end
up as a human time bomb.  Now Billy had a chance. With his sex
drive kept under control, his mental development could be worked
on and slowly be improved.

   Initially Barry and his mother tried to convince the insurance
company to change their decision.  But all efforts were futile. 
The insurance company wanted to just cover with strong mind
altering drugs for Billy's treatment.  Everyone knew that this
would be disastrous.  The drugs would not stop Billy from going
into a rampage and hurt someone.  Then it would become a county
issue and they will put Billy into a psychiatric ward where he
would be sedated and drugged again.

   Barry suggested that they must be alternatives to find someone
to give Billy the much needed sexual release My mother-in-law
wanted to know if he was suggesting to hire prostitutes.  The
only problem is that between Barry and his mother, they could
only afford a couple hundred dollars a week and with that you
couldn't really hire a safe prostitute. There was no way anyone
could administer a condom on Billy and no prostitute was going to
come again after 6-7 hours of continuous sex.

   My husband and my mother-in-law were constantly arguing and at
one point with something that my mother-in-law said, Barry had
stopped talking to his mother.

   Lisa was sympathetic to the situation.  She suggested that she
would work directly without the insurance coverage at a lower
price.  But even that was not affordable.

   "I'm going to miss that wonderful and primitive fucking," she
said after her second last session.

   "I'm going to miss our Wednesday morning conversation over
breakfast," I said.

   My mother-in-law joined us a few moments later. She didn't go
to work today as she was too stressed from this problem.

   "I don't know what I am going to do," Barry's mom said.  She
started to look much older.

   "Everything's going to be alright," I said.  I knew my words
sounded hollow.

   Then my mother-in-law gave me a very strange look. "You know
that I suggested to Barry to have you perform the sex therapy to
Billy and that Lisa here could explain what needed to be done. 
Barry became so upset he stopped talking to me," she said.

   I didn't want to give any clue of what I was feeling so I
looked down at my slippers.  Without control, I began to feel wet
that such a thing was even suggested.

   "You know that I will do anything to help.  But it would be
unfair to Barry and I don't think I can handle it."

   "Actually the way I see it, there isn't really a choice
anymore," my mother-in-law said.

   I wasn't going to make it easy.  "I will consider to think
about it, but it is unfair to put the whole thing on me," Isaid.

   Coming home from my classes, I immediately confronted my
husband.  "Why didn't you tell me that your mother suggested that
I should be Billy's fuck toy," I said.

   As I hoped my husband became defensive.  "You don't know how
upset that suggestion made me.  I refused to talk to my mother
after that."

   "Does your mother think I am a slut?" I said.  If only my
husband knew how shamelessly I rubbed my hands over that teenage
boy's cock.

   "It's just that we don't know what to do," my husband said.

   "Would you be able to accept the fact that your younger
brother is fucking your wife?" I was glad that I was wearing my
black boot-cut pants so that the wet spot forming between my legs
was not showing.

   "With Billy, sex is nothing more than a physical act.  He
lacks the cognitive understanding that what he has naked and
willing under him is his brother's beautiful and stunning wife,"
Barry said.

   It has been a while since I gave that certain sly smile to my
husband. "Are you talking dirty to me?"

   Barry believe that it was he that got me so excited and he is
partially correct.  However my juices were flowing more in
anticipation of getting Billy to fuck me.  Barry literally ripped
off my clothes.  He buried his face and tongue into my pussy and
I had my long legs wrapped around his neck.  It has been a long
time since Barry went down on me.  His tongue flickered
everywhere and I came after a long time. Barry didn't mind either
that my mound was now covered with a healthy growth of hair.

   There was no official announcement that I was going to be the
replacement sex surrogate.  Everyone knew that I would do it. 
Everyone was afraid if they brought up the topic that I may
change my mind.  So I told them that I will no longer do anymore
housework and that they need to satisfy whatever needs I may
have.  Barry and his mom did not raise a single objection.

   After Lisa's last session, I decided to start Billy's therapy
the next day.  The ideal treatment was to give Billy access to a
warm body as much as possible.  When Billy knew he could get back
on the saddle whenever he wanted, his face was all smiles.

   I undressed quickly in Billy's room hoping that he would
appreciate my full grown bush.  As Lisa suggested, I laid on his
bed, legs wide apart and my glistening pussy thrusted up.  He
muddled around for awhile not noticing me.  If somebody walked in
now, what a sight I would be.  Without effort, he was all naked.
Billy had a very nice physique and his comparatively larger and
thicker penis than Barry's was a delight to see.  With the grace
of a cougar, Billy was on top of me his fingers intertwined in
mine.  His thick member parted my labia clearing the path to my
sexuality.  Having another man's cock inside me, scrubbing my
insides was exhilirating.  His movements had an unusual rhythm. 
It coincided with the sexual rhythm of my body, causing
unbelievable sensations unfelt before. I knew then that it would
be difficult to enjoy sex with my husband again.

   When I reached my first climax of the session.  I shuddered
and he paused for me to catch my breath.  He got off me and
deftly positioned me on my side.  I turned my head to catch a
glimpse of his strong and proud member.  Billy lifted my leg and
again I felt his strong presence in me. Barry never fucked me in
this position and I felt a tingling with every stroke from Billy.
 My husband's younger brother kept going on and on.  I wanted
that tingling to keep coming.  I felt my insides all melting just
wanting that sensation to continue.

   I moaned audibly.  I couldn't stop it.  Just as I heard Lisa's
on occasion, I was sure my husband and his mother were listening
to my moans. I sounded like a cheap slut and I liked it.  When
Billy exploded and I felt the gush of cum inside me, I came as
well.  I couldn't recall how loud I was.

   Billy and I continued for a few more hours.  When it ended, I
was so tired that I just slipped on my panties gathered the rest
of my clothes and quietly slipped by to my room.  My panties was
soaked with Billy's warm semen and I plopped straight into my
bed.

   "Aren't you going to bathe?" Barry asked.

   "I'm too exhausted," I said.  My eyes could barely stay open.

   I felt Barry's fingers on the elastic of my panties.  He was
tugging my cum-filled panties down my thighs.

   "What are you doing?" I asked while letting out a big yawn.

   "Since you enjoyed Billy so much, I don't think I am able to
get you excited anymore.  So I better start getting used to
sloppy seconds." Barry said while his head was nudged between my
thighs.

   I drifted off to sleep as my husband lapped up my whole
cum-filled pussy.

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