The Favor
by An Awful Cad (C)2007
MF, Oral, Wife, Cheat, Cuck, Preg

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Disclaimer:  It's porn.  Don't read it if it might offend you, is illegal for you, or
if you have an actual or mental age of less than 18.

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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 Beverly Hills kind -- which she's cut off as 
shorts and is wearing slung below her belly. She's wearing one of his dress shirts, which 
isn't all that big on her. Plus she's got it open from the bottom to drape over the sides of 
her big, round belly. She's not wearing a bra, and her tits look to be smallish, but with 
huge brown nipples like California olives."

"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..."

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