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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 For my other stories, visit /~nujbaf * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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