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Subject: {ASSM} Substitute Sex Surrogate (wife, m/f)
Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2001 09:10:04 -0400
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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your
georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

   Substitute Sex Surrogate (wife, m/f) by nujbaf

   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 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 than six hours.  "How many times did you come?" I
asked Lisa.

   "At least seven times."

   I was jealous.  Barry, my sweet husband, would at most make me come
once. They 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 even reacted, 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 other 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 did was
killing me.

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



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

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

   Barry suggested that they 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 to hire prostitutes.  The only problem is that between Barry
and his mother, they could only afford a couple hundred dollars a week and
with that you couldn't really hire a safe prostitute.  There was no way
anyone could administer a condom on Billy and no prostitute was going to
come again after 6-7 hours 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 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 from this problem.

   "I don't know what I am going to do," Barry's mom said.  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 to have you perform the sex therapy to 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 to think 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 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 said.  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 is
fucking your wife?" I was glad that I was wearing my black boot-cut pants
so that the wet spot forming between my legs was not showing.

   "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 beautiful and stunning 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 believe 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 long legs wrapped around his
neck.  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 may change my mind.  So I told
them that I will no longer do anymore housework and that they need to
satisfy whatever needs I may have.  Barry and his mom 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, his face 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 thrusted up.  He muddled around for awhile not noticing
me.  If somebody walked in now, what a sight I would be.  Without effort,
he was all naked.  Billy had a very nice physique and his comparatively
larger and thicker penis than Barry's was a delight to see.  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 exhilirating.  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.

   When 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's on
occasion, I was sure my husband and his mother were listening to my moans.
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 by to my room.  My panties was 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 whole cum-filled
pussy.

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