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

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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 firsttime 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.  Mediumlength 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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