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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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