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"Honey, I'm Home!"
by Eric Waters (eric_waters4567@hotmail.com)
***
A well-to-do man hires three gifted call girls to act
out one of his personal fantasies. (MFFF, prost,
roleplay)
***
My ex and her lawyer did me over quite royally. I wound
up without money, homeless, and with an utterly trashed
reputation. I tried to be a nice guy, and I paid for it.
But ten years later, I'm back on top of the world
financially and little miss I-gave-you-the-best-years-
of-my-life is living in a trailer with her alcoholic
boyfriend. When she tried to come after me last year for
more money, I dumped a small fortune on a top-flight
attorney and got her laughed out of court.
Payback is a bitch.
After that expensive lesson in the joys of matrimony, I
have no intention of ever getting married again. Truth
to tell, I really don't even date. What I do, once a
month, it drop some serious cash and live out one of my
sexual fantasies
The old joke is that you don't pay a hooker for sex; you
pay to get her to leave afterwards. But it's taken some
time to find just the right sort of prostitute. I have
no interest in sticking my dick into some toothless
meth-head. I've worked with a top-quality escort service
to find some young women with the looks, intelligence,
and creativity to make my deepest wishes come true.
I'll call three of my special friends Madison, Ashley
and Courtney. Madison was my first find, a bottle blonde
with a lithe body and a wickedly clever mind. She helped
me to find Ashley and Courtney, and several other
professionals for when the fantasies get especially
complex.
The girls know that I'll hire them once a month and that
I'm quite particular about the details of my fantasies.
I think they all have at least some experience as
actresses, but I never expect honest answers from
hookers. I pay them for fantasies, and they earn their
pay by making me happy. Cheap? No, but a bargain when
compared with what the ex put me through.
A week prior to our "date," I spelled out what I wanted
to Madison. She knows me well enough that it doesn't
take long to communicate my scenarios. I left the
details up to her.
I came home on a Wednesday night. The house was
impeccably clean (courtesy of a professional cleaning
service for practical reasons). Madison met me at the
front door, a vision of Cold War domesticity. She had
put her hair up in a 60's-style flip. She was wearing a
polka-dot dress and pearls. She was barefoot (one of my
little preferences) and greeted me with a martini and a
hug.
I barely had time to say "Honey I'm home!" when she
mashed my face with a full-on kiss. I'm sure that she
smeared my mouth with her bright-red lipstick, but I
didn't wipe it away.
Her eyes shined. "Oh, Honey, I missed you so much! Tough
day at the office?"
The day had been rough, but now I didn't care. "Yes,
dear, but it's worth it when I can come home to you."
She kissed me again and then pulled out a white
handkerchief and gently wiped my face. "What's that
wonderful smell?" I asked.
"Your favorite! Pot roast, baked potatoes, and that
green bean dish you like so much!" (No doubt catered,
but the house really did smell wonderful.)
"Well, well, well, that's awfully nice for a Wednesday.
Isn't Wednesday usually chili night? You aren't
buttering me up for something, are you?" I gave her ass
a playful swat.
"Maaaybe... but let's enjoy dinner first." She giggled
and practically floated into the kitchen.
"Where are the kids?" I called out.
"My folks have 'em for the night," she replied.
As I said, Madison is an excellent little actress, but
she was beyond wonderful in this role. As I watched her
glide into the dining room, I started to feel an aching
sense of longing. I shook myself and reminded myself
that it was just an act. Still...
Dinner was amazing, a collection of comfort foods from
my childhood. I won't bother you with complaints about
my upbringing, but sipping wine across a candlelit table
from Madison made me remember everything that was worth
feeling nostalgic about. Madison improvised a rambling
monologue about the neighborhood's mundane events.
Finally she interrupted me.
"Dear heart? You aren't saying much." She looked
contrite. "I'm not boring you, am I?"
"Dearest, you could never bore me. I was just enjoying
the meal."
She lit up again. "I'm so glad you liked it. And honey,
you're right, I do have a favor to ask you. Nothing
much, really, just a teensy-weensy little..."
"Honey, you didn't commit me to anything without
consulting with me first, did you?"
"Well, yes, but honey..."
"Dear, you know the rules. You can't commit me to
anything without asking first. It isn't like this is the
first time."
"I'm sorry," she said, dripping with sincerity.
"And what did I say would happen if you did it again?"
"Um, I forget?" She bit her lip.
"Come over here." I moved my chair back and reached my
hand out. Slowly, teasingly, she got up and walked over
to me.
"It'll never happen again," she said quietly as she slid
across my lap.
I took my time lifting up the hem of her dress.
Underneath was a full slip. She hadn't worn shoes or
stockings, but had classic plain white panties on. I
slid my thumbs under the elastic and slid them down over
her hips. Madison has a wonderful ass, and I enjoyed the
view. "Say it," I said.
Madison took a deep breath and said mechanically. "I've
been a disobedient wife and I deserve to have my sweet
ass spanked."
I slowly caressed her ass cheeks. "Again. And mean it
this time."
She said it a second time, and I felt my dick stir in my
pants. I gave her three gentle swats and helped her back
up. She slid her panties back into place and
straightened her dress.
"Now," I said, "what have you volunteered me for? It
isn't Little League again, is it?"
"Oh, no. It's really nothing. You know the Andersons,
two houses down?"
"Sam and Lynn? Sure."
"Well, wonderful news! They're ready to start a family!"
"Well, good for them."
"Yes, well, but if you think about it, they have a
little problem in that area."
"Oh. Yeah, Samantha..."
"Yes, Samantha doesn't have a penis."
"That is inconvenient."
"Well," she said placing her hands on my shoulders,
"I've been talking with Lynn and she has a suggestion."
"You must be kidding."
She reached up and gave me a sweet kiss. "It's just one
evening. It's not like a whole summer with Little
League."
"You want me to get Lynn pregnant."
"It'd make Sam and Lynn so happy!"
"So..." I took a deep breath and tried to keep a
straight face, "what's in it for me?"
Madison, bless her, stayed in character. "Oh, honey, if
you'll do this, I'll give you anything you want. You
just name it."
"Does Sam know about this?"
"Lynn told her. She's on board."
"Really? How on board?"
"What do you mean?"
On cue, the doorbell rang. Madison hopped over and
answered it. Ashley and Courtney were there, in costume.
Courtney was "Sam." She had slicked her hair back and
was wearing a suit and tie. She was a gym rat, but
didn't cheat to bulk up. She wasn't all that convincing
as a male, but she made an excellent butch. Ashley
("Lynn") was dressed like Madison in a floral dress with
pearls. Ashley is a pale redhead; Courtney looks
Hispanic but I suspect she's Italian.
Madison hugged and kissed them both. Sam then walked
over to me and gave me an energetic handshake. "Hi,
Eric, how's it goin'? Nice game last night, huh?" She
dropped her voice an octave and carried herself in a
swaggering male way. Under other circumstances, it would
have been funny.
"Nice to win one for a change. Say, Sam, Judy here told
me that you needed some help."
"Yeah, Eric, well, to be honest I was hoping you could
help us out a bit. My better half would really like to
try her hand at motherhood, and I figured that we might
trouble you for a few spare tadpoles." She laughed and
slapped me on the shoulder.
"You don't mind?"
Samantha grabbed at Lynn's ass. "Mind? You've got great
kids. It'd be perfect. Besides," she said
conspiratorially, "wouldn't mind watching you knock the
little lady up."
Madison ("Judy") smiled at me. "See, honey, I told you
it would be fine."
"Now, not so fast. Everyone seems to be making plans
behind my back. Seems I should have some say in this."
They looked at me expectantly. "Judy, honey, you're
going to help. I've had a long day at work, and I'm not
doing this all by myself."
She sighed. "All right, if that's what you want."
"You two go upstairs and get ready. Sam and I'll have a
drink and come up when we're ready."
The girls smiled, giggled, and scampered up the stairs.
Sam mixed us a pair of drinks. "I really appreciate your
help," she said. "Never been into the one-eyed trouser
snake myself, but I can't say that this doesn't sound
amusing. Say, Eric, mind if I see the goods? Just for
scientific purposes, mind you."
She placed a hand on my crotch and started rubbing. I
sipped my cocktail and enjoyed the sensation. Sam looked
me in the eyes and gently lowered my zipper. She
finished her drink with a gulp and dropped to her knees.
Sam expertly undid my pants and pulled them to the
floor. I had boxers on, and she extracted my growing
member. "Nice," she said. She examined it analytically.
"It'll do. Mind if I give it a quick hello?" She didn't
wait for my answer. She kissed my cock and sucked it,
half-erect, into her mouth.
Now, dear reader, you are welcome to think of me as an
idiot. With my hand-selected crew, I go bareback, that
is, I eschew barrier contraception. If I were younger,
or had a family, I doubt I'd take such risks. But life
is full of gambles, and sometimes we bet wrong. But I'm
fifty and already five of my High School classmates have
died of strokes or heart attacks. For my private
fantasies, condoms usually just don't fit in, and the
day will probably come when I regret that decision.
Sam toyed with my cock and it started to rise, even
though it was odd to have her down on her knees in front
of me wearing a suit and tie. She pulled her head back
and inspected me again. Playfully, she flicked it with
her finger and laughed. "That'll do. Let's get it into
Lynn."
I reassembled my pants and we walked up the stairs. My
cock was hard and slick, but we were just starting. We
walked into the bedroom and Lynn and Judy were
deliciously displayed. The sheets and blankets had been
pulled back, and Lynn was sitting on the edge of the
bed. She was wearing only a smooth white bra; the
freckles on her neck and shoulders stood out in
contrast. Judy was wiping Lynn's crotch with a warm
washcloth. When her hand pulled away, I could see that
Lynn had allowed her pubic hair to grow back to a light
patch of orange fuzz. Her naked legs dangled over the
edge of the bed.
Judy looked at me proudly. "All done! Nice and clean,
just like you like it." Judy had left on her dress, and
it made the image even more indecent.
Sam swatted me. "There you go buddy. One grade-A pussy.
Knock yourself out, and knock her up!"
Judy stood and moved to one side. Lynn looked
apprehensive. "Honey, Lynn's not ready yet," I said
slowly.
Lynn looked confused. "She isn't? What do you..."
"Dear, why don't you give her pussy some TLC?"
"But dear, she's a girl! You know that I'm into cock!
Don't ask me to..."
I grabbed the back of her head and guided her face to
Lynn's snatch. "You said you'd help. C'mon, you know
that Lynn won't find my dick sexy. Put your tongue to
work and see if you can get her horny. Just think of
England."
Sam snorted at that tired line. Judy leaned forward and
stuck out her tongue. Apprehensively, she gave Lynn a
few licks. Lynn sighed and I found a seat. It took only
a few minutes before Lynn was writhing in delight. Sam
seemed to be getting a kick out of it, and leaned closer
for a better look. She rested a hand on Judy's back, and
then started to lift up the hem of her dress. Sam looked
at me and I nodded; she pulled up the dress and began to
stroke my "wife's" pussy. One finger slipped inside her,
then two.
A minute or so later Lynn opened her eyes enough to see
what was happening. A stern look crossed her face, and
she demanded, "Samantha Marie Anderson, what are you
doing?"
Sam smiled sheepishly. "Just enjoying the view."
"Dearest, we're here to get me pregnant. Just how are
you helping?"
Sam licked her fingers clean and grinned. "I'll try to
be more useful." She turned in my direction and worked
on my trousers. After a bit, she took off my shoes and
socks and dragged my pants away. Lynn watched with half-
opened eyes. Judy was busy sucking on her clit, her
dress still draped upward to reveal her bare ass.
Sam got me comfortable, naked from the waist down, my
member at full attention. She took off her jacket, tie
and shirt. Underneath it she was wearing, of all things,
a "wife beater" t-shirt. Her breasts poked out from
behind it. If I wasn't so damned horny, I probably would
have laughed. She went to work on my cock, licking and
sucking it with dangerous eagerness. There's no way I
was going to spoil things by coming too soon. I guided
her head and hands and slowed down her pace.
I savored the moment. One beautiful blonde was eating
out a creamy redhead. A third brunette was fully focused
on pleasing my cock. Life was good.
I let the moment persist a bit, and then gestured for
Sam to move to one side. I knelt behind Judy and,
without warning, plunged my cock into her sopping cunt.
She pulled her face from between Lynn's thighs and
turned to me. "Wrong hole, silly. If you wanted me to
get out of the way, you could have just asked."
"Just getting nice and slick. I'm about to go where no
man has gone before...it's just good manners to be well-
lubricated."
"That's right!" Lynn said, catching on. "I'm a pure,
untouched virgin!"
Sam snorted. "Untouched? Unless I'm mistaken, you've got
a tongue up your snatch. I personally know how much of
my hand you can take. Virgin my Aunt Petunia."
"Well, there's a first time for everything, and I think
that time is now, dammit!" Lynn said.
Judy let me slip out of her and wiped her face. She
stood, straightened her dress, and then crawled onto the
bed. She cradled Lynn's head and played idly with her
bra-covered nipples.
"Work, work, work," I muttered. I still had my shirt and
tie on; I threw my tie dramatically over my shoulder.
Sam moved over to one side and used her fingers to open
up Lynn for me...as if I didn't know where my dick
belonged. Lynn nodded and squinted her eyes shut. So
damned cute. I worked my way into her, and she squirmed
and acted pained by my intrusion. Judy covered Lynn's
mouth with her own, muffling her cries with kisses. I'll
be damned if Lynn didn't manage to shed a tear or two.
Lynn then let out a growl indicating that she was ready
for a serious fucking. I held her hips and pushed into
her. She changed her demeanor from reluctant bride to
wanton vixen. "That's right, fuck me," she muttered. "I
can take it. Fill me with your cum. Put a baby in me.
C'mon, pump me full of your seed."
The others joined in her chant. I'm not used to being
cheered on when I'm fucking, but I certainly enjoyed it.
Then an idea occurred to me, and I decided to do a bit
of improvisation.
"Sam, I think I just figured out how you can knock up
your sweet wife."
"Really? You seem to be doing a fine job of it."
Reluctantly...oh, so reluctantly... I pulled out of
Lynn. I stood, backed up, and seated myself in the
chair. "C'mere, Sam."
Sam stood in front of me, quizzical. I undid her pants
and found that she had decided to wear boxers as well. I
turned her around and pulled down her shorts to reveal
her backside. She cooperated as I pulled her into my
lap, her pussy enveloping my cock.
Sam gave me a nod when she figured out my plan, and
somehow (a credit to her flexibility) got off her shoes
and pants while riding me. As I said, she's a gym rat,
and once she got her rhythm going, she was able to
massage me with her crotch in ways that shouldn't be
possible. I knew I wouldn't last long, so I grabbed her
tits and let her grind away at me.
"I'm gonna knock you up, honey," she announced to Lynn.
"I'm gonna borrow a cuntload of sperm from our good
friend Eric here and then make a mommy outa' you."
She seemed to really be getting into it. She was giving
me the best lap dance I'd ever had when she surprised me
by whispering into my ear, "Eric, next league night I'm
dragging you off to the men's room between frames. We're
gonna do it in a bathroom stall and our wives'll be none
the wiser."
That image was too much for me. I gasped and came
convulsively inside of her. She knew to stop pumping as
I came, and then sat still as I spasmed inside her.
Finally she said, "Ready, Lynn? It's baby-making time."
She climbed off of me and cupped her hand to her crotch.
She stumbled over to the bed and then mounted Lynn. She
held Lynn's right leg in her arms and ground their
sopping cunts together. Sam was wearing just her
inappropriate t-shirt; Lynn still had a bra and pearls
on. They ground into each other like their lives
depended on it, and Lynn stiffened with either a life-
altering orgasm or a damned fine simulation thereof.
Judy came over to me and started cleaning my dick with
her tongue. Sam and Judy cuddled together and traded
baby names. I had a "safe word" of sorts that would
bring the evening to a close, but I didn't want to
shatter the illusion. It took me ten minutes before I
realized that I didn't have another orgasm in me and
that the girls had lives to get back to.
"Thank you," I said with sincerity but very little
energy. "The envelopes are on the dresser. Amazing as
always."
"Envelopes?" Madison/Judy asked, her attention still
focused on my flaccid member. "What envelopes?"
"End of the month," Courtney/Sam muttered. "Stupid bills
need to sent out. That reminds me," she said to
Ashley/Lynn, "we need to get ours out tomorrow, too."
She ran a fingertip across her partner's lips. They
cuddled together on the bed and started to drift away to
sleep.
Madison/Judy got up, but instead of getting dressed to
leave, she found a bottle of hand lotion and sat back
down at my feet. She massaged my feet and looked up at
me, her eyes misty with affection.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know that I said that I'd pay them
to leave. That night, though, I didn't feel in any
hurry.
END
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