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Archive name: subsex.txt (MF, wife)
Authors name: Nuj Baf (nujbaf@yahoo.com)
Story title : Substitute Sex Surrogate

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Substitute Sex Surrogate (MF, wife)
By Nuj Baf (nujbaf@yahoo.com)
 
***

A wife and nurse performs a sexual act on one of her 
patients, then suffers a guilty conscious. The problem is 
that her husband doesn't turn her on anymore. But then 
things change when her mother in-law finds out that the 
insurance company will no longer cover the sex surrogate 
for her younger son.

***

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 had 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 hours. "How many 
times did you do it last night?" I asked Lisa.

"At least seven times."

I was jealous. Barry, my sweet husband, would last only 
once. And there 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 could even react, 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 
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'd was killing me.

As part of my nurse training, I had to administer a 
sponge bath. One of my patients 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 when I cleaned 
him bordered on torturous. How I caressed the underneath 
of his testicles with the soapy sponge. And that 
marvelous hard as steel rod of his that I gently stroked 
up and down. There was no way he could resist. And I 
wanted to make him come. What a shudder he gave when he 
finally erupted. Globs and globs of thick white come was 
all over the place.

*

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

"You know that to get Billy started, you have to lie 
naked on the bed legs wide apart. It's like an offering 
you're 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 the 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 hadn'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 me as best 
he could. We made love but it was unsatisfying. I wanted 
someone who could keep 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 would put Billy into a psychiatric ward where he 
would be sedated and drugged again.

Barry suggested that there 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 the 
hire of prostitutes. The only problem was that between 
Barry and his mother, they could only afford a couple 
hundred dollars a week. With that you couldn't really 
hire a safe prostitute. There was no way anyone could 
administer a condom to Billy and no prostitute was going 
to come back again after a 6-7 hours stint 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 to 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 over her 
son's problem.

"I don't know what I am going to do." 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 that you perform the sex 
therapy on 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 thinking 
about it, but it is unfair to put the whole thing on me," 
I said.

Coming home from my classes, I immediately confronted my 
husband. "Why didn't you tell me that your mother had 
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 asked. 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 was fucking your wife?" I was glad that I was 
wearing my black boot-cut pants so that the wet spot 
forming between my legs did not show.

"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 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 believed 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 legs wrapped around his 
neck in short order. 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 might change my mind.

I told them that I would no longer do anymore housework 
and that they needed to satisfy whatever needs I may 
have. Barry and his mother 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, he 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 
thrust up. He muddled around for awhile not noticing me. 
If somebody walked in now, what a sight I would be. He 
was all naked. Billy had a very nice physique and his 
comparatively large and thick penis was bigger than 
Barry's.

Then suddenly 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 exhilarating. 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.

Then 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 on occasion, I was sure my husband and his mother 
were listening at the door. 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 out 
to my room. My panties were 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 cum-
filled pussy.

THE END

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