The Favor

Literotic asexstories – The Favor by DevlinMea,DevlinMea The Favor

It was a slow day at the office, with me spending a lot of time on the phone, talking to clients. They can be very annoying sometimes when they don’t know what they want nor if they want to go the path I suggest to them. Sometimes, it takes several calls to actually sell them on the proposal and that can be tedious.

During my lunch break, I got a surprising call from my wife of fifteen years. She told me that she had something important to talk with me about when I got home. She said it wasn’t anything necessarily bad, just important. I could tell that something was wrong for the past week, but didn’t know how to broach the subject. Whatever it was, it was distracting her a bit.

I spent the rest of the day wondering what was wrong. I thought back over the past few weeks to see if I’d done something that might upset her. I went over things that happened with the kids and wondered if they’d upset her somehow. But nothing came to mind.

We’d been married for fifteen years now with two kids, Kyle ten and Beth eight. They were awesome, both pretty good looking and nice as could be. After Beth, we decided that we didn’t want any more kids.

When I got home that night, the kids were gone, playing over at Jenna’s, my wife’s sister house. Emma, my wife, opened the front door for me and helped me inside. She took me by the hand and led me into the living room. I was so nervous and scared, absolutely not knowing what this was about. She had a worried look on her face, too, concerning me even more.

And her first words didn’t help.

“You know I love you, right”, she said, still holding my hand, sitting me down on the chair while she sat on the ottoman beside me.

“Of course I know,” I said searching her eyes.

She took a deep breath. “And I know you’ve never cheated on me… you’re the best husband anyone could ask for.”

Ok, I was about ready to burst, wondering what this was all about. I had a feeling she was admitting to an affair or something.

“I guess the best way through this is to just do it,” she said. “I have a girlfriend who’s single. You’ve met her, but we don’t need to identify who it is. Well, she wants to have a baby.”

I sighed, relieved, but wondering what the hell all this had to do with me.

“She doesn’t want a man in her life right now, but she wants a baby. And she adores our kids and wants… she wants to have… your… child.”

Emma looked up at me, looking so scared. It took me a couple minutes to register exactly what she was asking of me. A friend wanting to have a baby is one thing, but to have my baby would mean… would mean… noooo, she couldn’t really mean that.

“My baby?” I asked, in shock.

“She wants to have sex with you and have you give her a baby. We won’t be responsible in any way.”

She still sat there, just looking at me, wanting me to say something… anything….

“And you want this?” I asked, completely caught by surprise. “You want me to have sex with a friend of yours and get her pregnant?”

“I dunno,” she said, unconvincingly. “I… I guess I do.”

I sat just staring at her in disbelief. This was never something I expected. She was right. I never had an affair, had never had sex with anyone but her in the past seventeen years. I’d thought about it, I guess. I’d seen porn videos, read erotica, and had the occasional fantasy, but I never went through with anything. But, today, all that could change. And with her blessing.

“She’s a great woman and this will help. It didn’t sound like a big deal before now. It’s just that we know you don’t have any diseases and that you make great kids.”

Then I did the unthinkable. I thought about her friends, thought about how sexy many of them were. I realized that I’d even fantasized about one or two of them, fantasies that could come true. And I agreed.

“I guess that’ll be ok,” I said in disbelief.

*****

I spent the next several days wondering which friend it was. Most of my wife’s friends were unmarried and I’d only briefly met most of them, so it was difficult to determine. I had narrowed it down to about three women in particular and I would have no problem having sex with any of them.

Patty was a little younger than me, but had nice, large breasts. She kept in pretty good shape, maybe she had a little extra fat on her.

Beth definitely had too much weight on her. She’d had trouble getting dates lately, which she always attributed to her weight. She seemed to be a bit of a freak, so I figured she’d be extra fun.

Last of all was Ann, the youngest of all at twenty five. She knew Emma from work. I barely knew anything about her, but had seen her a couple times. She was a fitness nut and I knew she’d give me a heart attack in bed… but what a fun way to die.

*****

When Saturday finally arrived, I had a mixture of excitement, confusion, and fear. I had no idea what to expect from this woman and it somewhat bothered and excited me that my own wife was pimping me out to her friends.

I got cleaned up and wore my best cologne. Emma seemed a little upset that I was putting so much effort into this, but it was my skin on the line, not hers. She led me into our bedroom and I lay down. She pulled out a black cloth for a blindfold and tied it over my eyes. I expected her to do something like that, since she said the woman didn’t want to be known.

But when I heard the clink of metal and felt her slip handcuffs over one wrist, I was getting scared.

“We don’t want you touching her so you can figure out who it is,” she said, grabbing my wrist and directing me to comply. She cuffed my hands to the headboard, pinning me to the bed.

I already had no shirt on, and felt my wife grab my shorts and boxers and pull them off me, ostensibly to save the woman time. I had a partial erection already, which seemed to anger Emma too.

“Don’t have too much fun with this, ok? This is a one shot deal,” she said, finishing binding my feet to the footboard and throwing a sheet over me.

“I’ll try to be bored,” I laughed as she gave me a peck on the lips and disappeared out the bedroom door and down the stairs. I waited there, just a little uncomfortable.

Surprisingly, the fact that I was bound to the bed was turning me on. This wasn’t going to be some mutual love-making session. This was going to be a woman using me for her sexual pleasure. I was only a toy to her. And that thought was arousing. I could feel my cock making a tent in the sheet.

I heard the doorbell ring and whispers of conversation. They kept their voices low to keep me from recognizing who it might be. Then I heard them coming up the stairs and walk into the room. I was shaking a little with fear and excitement as I imagined my wife giving the woman a look, telling her that this was not making her happy and that it would be only once. I imagined the woman looking down at the floor in embarrassment as she closed the door, hoping that this would be done and over with quickly.

I heard her move over to the bed and stand there, looking down at me.

“Hmmmm,” she said softly, her eyes likely seeing the tenting of the sheet and she appreciated what she saw. I could hear her remove her clothes, laying them aside, and felt her move onto the bed. I felt the sheet slowly slide down and off my body, gliding along my shaft, making it even harder. I groaned softly, loving the feel.

“Mmmmm”, she said again and I felt her hot breath on my shaft, followed by the soft touch of her fingers as they ran up and down my length. The bed moved a little and I imagined she was masturbating. My suspicions were confirmed as I heard her breathing increase into soft purrs. Her fingers kept stroking me, kept me hard and on edge the whole time.

I heard the click of a bottle top of some sort and then felt her wet, slick hand glide over me. She must’ve put some lubricant on me to help her slide me inside her. I felt her move over me, straddling my abdomen. One hand stroked my chest, sliding up my neck to my cheek and chin as she lowered herself onto me. She whimpered softly as inch by inch she pulled me inside her.

She put both hands on my chest and she raised and lowered herself, fucking me slowly. Her moans of pleasure only fueled my desire to fuck her more. Her pussy felt so tight on my shaft, squeezing me with every lovely insertion. I let her do all the work as she slowly built up steam, moving faster and faster, thrusting down harder onto me.

Her groans became louder and she tried to suppress them, but without much luck. I knew one thing about her… she was a vocal fuck. But that didn’t give me enough to go on to recognize who it was.

It didn’t take long for her to have an orgasm, but it was going to take more time for me. Her body was shaking as she continued fucking me, slowly, through and after her orgasm. Her gasps and whimpers told me she was very much enjoying herself.

I was hoping for something different, but she seemed to be of a one track mind. She simply kept fucking me, through several more orgasms, before I finally flooded her pussy. Slowly, she dismounted me at that point, and moved beside me on the bed. I couldn’t tell exactly what she was doing, but I envisioned her looking over my body longingly, as if she wanted more.

Then she got off the bed and got dressed. She kissed me on the lips and gave my cock a final stroke before she left the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, so I couldn’t hear the interaction with my wife as she left.

A few minutes later, Emma came into the room.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, obviously taking her clothes off. “I’m going to make sure you know where you’re supposed to go for a good fucking.”

Her mouth quickly descended my shaft as she gave me the best blowjob of my life. Following up on that, she mounted me and fucked me thoroughly for the next hour. I was completely exhausted when she finally removed the handcuffs and blindfold, letting me up at last.

*****

The next few weeks were difficult. Every time her friends came around, I wondered if that was the woman. I looked at them, expecting some signal, some sign that she was the one. I became obsessed about it, thinking about her friends constantly, thinking about that night in order to come up with clues as to who it was. But nothing was evident.

The needs of my wife’s family became more prominent in our lives, too. Emma’s father passed away several years ago, leaving her mom alone. Since then, her sister has taken a greater role of authority in the family, basically directing everything. Now her mother was needing to be put into a retirement home and Jenna, Emma’s sister, was being very controlling in making sure that happened smoothly. That made it sure that Emma’s friends were around more often, offering their support and helping taking care of the kids while Emma was away.

So, I had a lot of interactions with them, many strangely awkward to me.

It was about a month later when my wife came to me again. She told me that the woman didn’t get pregnant and wanted another chance. Emma didn’t sound too happy about it but had agreed if I was interested.

“Don’t look so happy about this!” she scolded me.

“Hey, I’m not doing anything,” I argued. “This is between you two.”

“Whatever… I’m sure you just hate the fact you get to sleep with her again.” She stormed away in anger and jealousy, knowing full well it was all up to her.

They set up the second date for that Saturday evening. I got nicely cleaned up as before and walked back into the room where Emma was waiting. She had on some lovely black lingerie, an outfit she knew I adored.

“After her… is my turn again. And you’ll love it,” she said, sliding up and putting her arms around me. She kissed me very passionately and I could feel my erection rapidly growing beneath the towel. Emma moved me back over to the bed, fastened my hands with the cuffs again and wrapped the blindfold around my head.

The doorbell rang, irritating her. “She’s early,” she said angrily. She tugged the towel off of me, chiding me for my erection. “Jeez, Vince, you could at least not be so excited about it.”

“It’s nothing I can control, dear. I’m completely innocent here,” I protested. “I’ll get it over and done with so we can be together.”

“Good. Cause I want you in me, big time.” She stroked my erection several times and then released it, walking out the bedroom door and down the stairs.

I heard her open the door and then the quiet whispers as they talked again. I imagined Emma being upset and wanting to make sure this would be the last time. I imagined the woman, embarrassed, telling her it would be, all the while excited to be with me again. I imagined she wanted to come and fuck me every week, pregnant or not.

The bedroom door closed softly and I heard her clear her throat. She came over to the bed and pulled the sheet off me once again, revealing my cock.

“Oh God,” she panted, as if just now remembering how excited it made her before. I felt her fingers slip around my shaft and begin stroking up and down its length, slowly. The bed shifted as she got onto it and I felt her breath caress my thighs and shaft. Her lips touched the head of my cock softly, kissing it. Very slowly and sensuously, she kissed down my length, continuing to stroke me.

Then her tongue flicked out as she licked up the shaft. I grunted in excitement making her giggle. She was enjoying teasing me now. This wasn’t about getting pregnant right now, it was about the pleasure of fucking. My shaft disappeared into the heat and wetness of her mouth as she descended my length, pushing me all the way to the back of her throat before she slid back up again.

Lustfully, she fucked me with her mouth and hands, getting me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“You better put me inside you soon… I’m gonna cum,” I grunted.

I heard her giggle deviously, redoubling her efforts. Her hands were sliding up and down my shaft rapidly now, getting me so close. And then… with a gasp, I thrust my hips up and came. I heard her giggling like a school girl as she watched my cum spray out, gobs landing all over my body and likely her and the bed as well.

Her hand slowed as she pumped me, pulling all my cum from my body. I was shaking with excitement and release as I felt her move again. She got off the bed and took her clothes off, then came back up. I felt her leg kick over my body straddling me and she inched up my chest until I could smell her wetness right over my mouth.

“It’s so fucking hot watching you all tied up, my pussy on your face,” she whispered, trying to make sure I didn’t recognize her. Her hands cradled my face as she pushed her pussy downwards, crushing against my mouth. I heard her breathing change drastically as her heat intensified. Her body shook with desire as she humped against my face, sliding her pussy forward and back, her clit scraping against my nose and chin.

I was having trouble breathing, but she didn’t seem to even notice or care. Her hands pulled my face harder against her as she fucked my face. All I could do was lick and suck on her pussy, taking quick breaths whenever the opportunity presented itself. I grabbed the chain of the handcuffs wishing I could break it, wishing I could use my hands on her, too.

Suddenly her body tightened up and she held me tight against her. I pushed my tongue deep inside her pussy as her juices gushed over my face and chin. I felt it spraying me as her body wrenched in pleasure.

We were both panting hard when she dismounted me at last, sliding down my chest.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, kissing my cheeks, chin, and nose, obviously licking her juices from my face. She kissed me softly, measuring my response, and then when I responded in kind, she pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth, kissing me passionately and forcefully. Whoever this woman was, she knew what she wanted and loved that I was in no position to stop her.

She reached down and fondled me, stroking me back to full hardness while her breasts swayed against my chest. I felt her nipple press against my lips and I sucked on it while she continued her handjob.

Damn, I got hard so fast. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to after her blowjob, but she had me at full staff very quickly.

“Oooh, so hard,” she whispered as she guided me into her pussy, sitting down onto me. She moaned loudly as she forced me deep inside her, opening her wide. “So…. fucking… hard,” she moaned, sliding up and down my shaft.

My God she felt so good fucking me. I pushed my hips up into her as best I could, but couldn’t move far. She seemed happy enough to be in total control of me, though, and spent the next thirty minutes grinding against me. Every time she got close to an orgasm, she’d back off. Every time she felt me get close, she’d back off. We were only going to cum when she wanted us to and it seemed like she wanted this to last.

Finally, though, just when I thought I was going to be deprived of my orgasm yet again, she kept going, and actually pushed it up a notch. She was slamming her pussy down onto me harder and faster now, driving us both to the edge quickly. In moments I felt my cock spraying inside her and grunted with each spurt. The feel of my body cumming drove her over the edge as well and she came violently, her hands clawing at my chest.

I could feel the scratches she was inflicting on me, but couldn’t do anything about it. It was as if she was marking me as her property. Each rake of her fingernails brought her joy.

She was giggling when she finally dismounted me. I heard her put her clothes on slowly. I imagined she was looking me over, pleased with what she saw.

I felt her come to the side of the bed and lean over, her finger pushing between my lips. I could taste our combined juices on it and sucked hungrily as I expected that was what she wanted. She pulled her finger away and whispered “Good boy” as she kissed me again. Then she stood and trailed her fingers down my body as she walked to the door and left.

I heard some noises downstairs, but I couldn’t hear what was being said.

After about fifteen minutes, Emma came into the room, unbound me and got up on the bed. She lifted her ass in the air, dropping her face to the comforter.

“God damn it! Fuck me!” she ordered. Her fingers slipped between her legs and played with her sopping wet pussy. I moved behind her and grabbed her hips, setting the head of my cock right at her pussy. “Do it, damn it!”

In one, hard push, I slammed into her, pulling her hips back to me. Our bodies collided with a smack of flesh and she groaned loudly. I pulled out slowly as she let in a long breath, then slammed back into her again.

“Fuck, yes!” she wailed. Within minutes, though, I was slamming into her faster and harder, unable to contain myself. She was loving the sheer brutality of the fuck, something we’d never explored before.

She came harder than I’d ever seen before and she fell onto her stomach. I slid behind her, laying on her back, my still-hard cock sliding between her thighs. I wound my arm around her neck, holding her down with the weight of my body as I slid my cock through the crack of her ass, each thrust sliding deep between her cheeks.

I felt her body go rigid as the head slightly pushed into her ass. “Oh, God,” she moaned, holding her body in place as if in offering. At first I was worried what she’d do, since we’d never even talked about anal sex before. But when she didn’t move at all, I took it as a sign of compliance and pushed deeper, sliding my cock inside her.

That act brought us so close together after that…

*****

It was only two weeks later when my wife came up to me on Saturday afternoon. She looked so defeated, as if she had no choice.

“She’s still not pregnant?” I asked.

Emma shook her head, looking down. “She wants one more chance… tonight.”

“But we already planned to go out tonight… that new restaurant you wanted to see. Just tell her next weekend,” I protested, holding her to me.

“I can’t. It’s tonight.” She hugged me back, holding me tightly to her.

“Ok,” I finally agreed. “But this is the last time.” I looked into her eyes and kissed her softly. She still looked defeated. As if she knew something she wasn’t telling me.

“I better clean up a little,” she said, leaving me standing in the yard.

I finally came in for dinner, relaxed a little and then went and got cleaned up. When I got out of the shower, Emma was wearing that black negligee again and I couldn’t wait for our fun. Don’t get me wrong, fucking… or more properly, being fucked by that strange woman was a turn on. But I truly loved my wife and loved how the competition had fueled and expanded her kinkiness.

At 8:00pm, Emma and I went into the master bedroom where she handcuffed me to the bed once again. She kissed me as she slid the blindfold over my eyes, then removed the towel and left the room. I could feel my cock harden and throb in anticipation. I heard the doorbell ring about ten minutes later and then voices.

This time, the voices were loud enough to recognize. It was Jenna, my sister-in-law. I started getting a little nervous because the bedroom door was open and she could wander up pretty easily. I figured Emma would find a way to get rid of her but in five minutes I heard them start to come up the stairs.

I didn’t know whether to call out and tell them I was indecent or if I should just keep quiet and let Emma get rid of her. On top of that, I knew Emma’s friend would come in any moment now.

“Oh, what do we have here?” Jenna said as they walked into the room. I could tell that Emma was with her, but she was keeping quiet for some reason. She walked over to the bed and grabbed the sheet. “Let’s see what you’ve got under there,” she said as she pulled it off. My cock was throbbing.

I don’t know why, but I kept quiet as I felt their eyes on me.

“Sit,” Jenna said and I felt the bed sag as Emma sat on the other side. Jenna then moved onto the bed, moving between my spread legs. I could feel her breath on my cock. “Now watch like a good little bitch,” she said as she grabbed my shaft and licked it’s full length.

I was totally stunned by everything going on. Not only was the woman fucking me my own sister-in-law, but she was now making Emma watch her. And she was talking to her like she totally controlled her.

I groaned as I felt her mouth descend down my shaft again and again, pushing me deep into the back of her throat.

“That’s right… you’re my little boy toy now….” She grabbed my shaft firmly and stroked it faster, driving me insane. “You see this?” she asked Emma. “He loves it when I play with him. Don’t you Vince? You love it when you’re my little bitch, huh?”

I was so close to cumming when she finally stopped. She moved to straddle my body, facing my feet, and she backed her pussy right into my face. She pressed down on me, nearly smothering me, forcing me to lick and suck on her just to get air. I could hear her grunting with excitement and then felt hands on my cock again.

“Mmmm hmm… push it inside you,” Jenna said, obviously directing Emma. I felt my wife’s pussy slide down my shaft and begin fucking me.

I was trapped, barely able to move or even breath, and these two women were dominating me. For the next three hours, Jenna controlled us, making us do many things we’d never even thought about before. Things that left us wanting to do even more. The smell of sex was rampant in the room. Everyone had cum so many times.

Sweaty and hot, Jenna finally stood up.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, obviously smiling. “But there’s one more thing…” I just lay there, wondering what was next. “Lie down,” she commanded Emma. “No, bitch, on your back!” she yelled. I could feel Emma moving on the bed, changing her position. “There… that’s better,” Jenna said softly, getting up on the bed. “Mmmm… oh yeah…. that’s nice,” she moaned. “Your tongue always feels good in my pussy. I bet your boy toy never knew that, did he?”

I could feel the two of them moving and grinding just inches away from me. I could hear Emma panting, trying to catch a breath as Jenna was undoubtedly treating her like she treated me.

“Yeah…. yeah… right there… that’s right… so… so close…” Jenna moaned louder and louder, obviously getting closer and closer to her orgasm. I felt my own body reacting to the sights and sounds beside me. Suddenly she yelled out that she was cumming and her movements became erratic, then stopped. I could hear both of them panting quietly.

Jenna got off the bed. “Take care of that cock, now, Emma. I’ll call you in a few days. You two are going to be so much fun.”

Emma’s hand wrapped around my cock, followed by her mouth. It was only then realized that the whole baby thing was just a ruse. I wondered what was going to happen later, and wondered what it would do to our family. But… I had to admit… it felt so incredible.