She needed a helping hand, no … her and her husband needed a helping hand she thought . She was here now for them both and for their future family, except for one small wrinkle. They had been trying for months and months without success. Her husband refused to get tested but she had secreted away and found out she was very fertile, so fertile that the doctor hadn’t seen results like it ever in her career. She knew she wasn’t the problem, she wanted a family, and if she needed a helping hand from her best friend’s husband? That was worth it.
She was standing there in the bathroom having her best friend touch up her lipstick. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Her friend had went with her earlier that day to shop for some lingerie for that night and in the mirror she had never felt more sexy. It was a beautiful shade of red which matched her lipstick just so perfectly. She had also never felt so confident, as her friend was sporting a baby bump and had had to send her others away to grandma’s for this special weekend. What granny didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and what her husband didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him either. He thought she had gone away for a girl’s weekend to the spa to relax and come back ready to try anew. In some ways it wasn’t a lie; her friend had promised her that she would get many massages, bubble baths, and be pampered in between being bred. She would also come back wanting to try again, except that was more so the timing wouldn’t seem off when the results came back positive.
Her friend looked down at her phone and smiled. She told her that they were to go into the bedroom. She was to lay in bed and her friend was to sit on the chair. Her friend was allowed to watch but she was also there for support if they needed anything.
Her heart which had already been racing picked up the pace and her hands began to tremble as she laid down on the bed. She was really about to do this! There was no turning back now, not that she really considered it for a moment. Since her friend had suggested this arrangement she was sold.
She knew that she would hear him enter the house, come up the stairs, drop his clothes, and take a shower. Now this was all very practical as he was just getting home from a late shift but in practice it helped build up the excitement in her mind. She thought of his body and then how it would look on top of her as he pinned her down and … then she was brought back to reality by the creek of the front door. She looked up at her friend who was smiling, holding her bump, and who had started to play with herself.
They had talked at length about what that first night would look like. He come into the room and walk straight to his wife. He would give her a kiss and then come over to her. He would look down at her and caress her face. He would whisper to her that she was beautiful, sweet, kind, loving, and would be a great mother.
He would drop his towel and his hard cock would slap her in the face. She would take him into her mouth and play with the head then kiss down his shaft until she cupped his balls in her mouth and began to suck gently. She had no intention of making him orgasm as that night every drop had a purpose. He would pull out when his knees first began to shake and climb on top of her on the bed. He would kiss her passionately on the lips, then nibble on her ear, then kiss down her neck and body. He would wrap his arms around her legs. He would lick and suck on her clit turning the already soaking pussy into a torrential downpour as she squirted from the masterful use of his lips and tongue. He would then mount her, pin her arms down, and begin to fill her inch by inch. She would wrap her legs around him making sure that no matter what he wasn’t leaving until the job was done. She thought about how good it would feel to be stretched out by his cock and what it would be like to look at her friend sitting across the room and lock eyes with her. She knew that her friend adored her husband to the moon and back and would love to see more of him in the world. She wondered just how many times she would be bred that weekend and if she went home to her husband right after being filled up late Sunday night if he would notice when she let him fuck her.
There would be time later to ponder those questions more, but now the shower had stopped and all her attention was on the door handle, waiting for it to turn, and waiting to lay eyes on the father of her children.