This seemed so irrational, so implausible and so dirty that I could hardly believe it when Marian said we needed a surrogate stud.
"What are you talking about, Marian?" I croaked.
"You know, a bull, a cuckold, a stud with special talents and a big cock. I want him for my fortieth birthday."
"Why? We're still having good sex. I love you and we are a happily married middle-aged couple."
"I know. You're right about all that but there are times when I need more than going through our usual routines. We're in a rut, Arnie. Hey, I'm not talking about a secret affair with a stranger. I want you there. You'll enjoy watching as much as I will enjoy getting laid. It will be even better having you with me. Don't say no, Arnie. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
"Any specific requests?" I asked as a joke.
"Sure. Not older than twenty-five, hung, nine inches and thick. Ooh, I'm so horny, Arnie. Get over here. I want you now."
Marian nearly tackled me to the floor. She was as aroused as she'd been since we did it a few years earlier on a secluded beach in Antigua. I slid effortlessly into her hot slick pussy. After humping her a short time, I filled her insides with a good size load but she wasn't satisfied. Marian wanted more, then more. We used every position with her orgasms coming freely and often. I never lost my erection and managed to cum twice more before falling asleep on a cold kitchen floor.
If sex with a stranger was what turned her on, I reasoned, the idea of a surrogate stud became a really good idea.
We booked a hotel room away from our suburban home. There were several candidates for the event but Wiley Stromfield was hired after he sent a video of him ejaculating into a champagne glass. Marian said if he could do that inside her, he would be worth his inflated stud fee. Wiley certainly had the physical attributes Marian required. We brought along a bottle of Jack Daniels to settle our nerves.
He showed up in room 217 on time. We offered him a drink. Wiley didn't drink but lit a joint while we introduced ourselves. The conversation didn't last long. He said he had another appointment that day so we needed to move along so he would have time to recover. Marian said, "Okay. Let's see what you got."
Wiley pulled down his pants, wearing no underwear. His cock sprung out, large and thick like in his pictures. He was not fully hard yet and his dick dangled down like a hose. Will we be doing DP?" he asked.
I looked at my wife with a quizzical expression. Marian said, "No, not at least today but if you can make me happy, maybe at another time."
"I think this will make you happy dear," as he began massaging his dick. "Come over here for an appetizer before we get to the main course. But first I need to see what you're hiding behind that outfit."
Marian had her blouse and bra off while I helped her take down her skirt and panties. I shredded my clothes joining them in the buff.
"You have very nice tits, lady. Your nipples are like cherries that I'll enjoy plucking. Now, on your knees and show me how a beautiful lady sucks cock."
Marian has always been a good cock sucker. She toyed with his cock head flicking her tongue on the underside then sliding her tongue up and down his long meaty shaft. My wife wasn't shy about taking him past her lips and nearly all the way down her throat. She didn't get him in all the way but deep enough for Wiley to gave out a grunt of approval.
He gave me a sordid smile and said, "You're a lucky man, mister. She's really good. I don't think anyone has gotten me down that far.
Marian looked up at him, then at me saying, "I think he will be a very nice birthday present."
Wiley picked her up with his strong arms and laid her on the bed. For a few minutes, he licked and sucked her tits when she begged him to eat her pussy. "Suck my clit hard and make sure you have two fingers in my cunt." Marian liked talking dirty and it turned me on as I watched Wiley finger fuck her gently, then forcefully.
For a moment he looked up at me and said, "Make yourself useful mister. Kiss your wife while I'm busy here and pinch her nipples until they are hard. I was happy to do as he said but wanted to put my own hard cock down her throat.
Marian began whimpering and breathing deeply which are the signs of her about to climax. "Don't cum yet, honey." I whispered in her ear. "Wait for him put it in."
Wiley knew she was completely and thoroughly aroused. It was time to earn his keep. He saddled himself between her thighs and pushed in slowly, only the head at first, then he backed out rubbing it against her clit. In again further, back out teasing Marian.
"Hurry, get it in," Marian demanded and she raised her hips to meet his penetration.
"Bring me a condom," Wiley barked.
"No," I said. "She doesn't want it that way. She wants to be filled with your cum."
He shrugged his shoulders and pressed on, in deeper and deeper, until he was balls deep taking her breath away as she gasped for air with a loud cry of pleasure. I never would have imagined that she could take his full length all the way. At first, he was stroking gently but Marian was shoving her hips up to him making him fuck her harder and faster. He pounded into her, banging her cunt into submission. "Oh yes, yes. That's so good. I'm going to cum, you’re making me cum, oh my god. Don't stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me forever."
I had to give him credit. The man had real staying power.
Marian had tears in her eyes when he turned her over on all fours and entered her dripping pussy from behind. He continued his assault on her swollen pussy for awhile longer. She cried out over and over again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That's it, deeper, harder," then he erupted deep inside her all the way up to her cervix.
Marian's face was scarlet red, her heart pounded, and she sobbed a contented sob. It had been years since a man had satisfied her the way Wiley had. He was worth every cent.
He didn't pull out at first but let her feel his girth fill her insides. Finally, he slipped away from her thighs and brought his slimy cum coated cock to her mouth. His cum streamed out of her slit while she cleaned him up. Wiley said to me, "Now, go clean up your wife."
"Yes honey," she said. "That would be so sweet of you to do that for me."
"I'll do the best I can, dear."
Wiley left his card and said to call anytime. We relaxed in the room sharing the bottle of Jack Daniels until both of us fell asleep.
In the morning we drove home. "Gosh, Arnie, I'm so sore down there. I don't think we can have sex for at least a week until I recover. It just never occurred to me that a man that size could make me feel so good, then hurt so much afterward. I should have known. The thing is, Arnie, I've never had so many orgasms at one time. I'm glad you were there. Did you enjoy it?"
"Not as much as you, dear, but it was great watching you get so much satisfaction."
She asked, "Should we do it again?" sounding more rhetorical. She didn't need an answer.
But Marian was horny again two days later and ready to have sex. I did the best I could to satisfy her but I'm no Wiley. The next morning she was online again looking for another stud.
"Look at this guy, Arnie, he's even bigger than Wiley. I want to text him."
"Okay, but I might not go with you this time."
"I want you there, otherwise it will be like cheating. That wouldn't be fair to either of us. You can bring along the camera and make a video. What do you think?"
"Let's see what you find out first."
Marian learned that the stud said he was booked solid for the following week but could service her after that. He was okay with the video but wanted assurances that it would never be shown on the Internet. He asked for nude pictures of Marian, one with her legs spread showing her pussy. His name was Taylor, 22 years old and claimed he had a ten-inch cock. Marian sent three pictures and suggested they meet at a motel just outside the city. The date and time were set.
Her pictures were immediately posted with contact information on an Internet site called "Cheating Wives." He was a no show at the motel. We both felt ashamed, scammed and violated especially for Marian who was devastated. She received unwanted crude messages on the Internet from men offering all types of indecent proposals. Many included pictures of their cocks giving her suggestions on using them. It was our harsh lesson in trusting strangers on the Internet. After a few weeks, the offensive e-mails began to trickle to a few and our lives began to get back to normal.
Then Marian received an unusual proposal. It was from a woman who called herself, Claire. She and her husband lived near us so she wanted to get together with Marian. Claire added that her husband was captivated by Marian's photos and asked if they could meet her for dinner in the future. A wife asking for a hookup for her husband sounded odd but in someway very understanding. We were intrigued by Claire's dinner invitation but cautious especially by the suggestion she would be there along with her husband.
Marian and I discussed the pros and cons of such an arrangement and decided to give Claire a counter-proposal. Marian would meet them for dinner but I would be there as well. Claire wrote back, "That's even better. How about Baker's Supper Club Saturday at eight-thirty? That's where we met Claire and her husband Don.
They were a handsome couple in their late twenties and had been married for eight years with no children. Claire was a pretty petite blond. Don was muscular, looking like a lumberjack. Neither was shy about sex and said they had started swinging two years earlier and found the lifestyle stimulating to the point of making their marriage even stronger. We hit it off from the start. The chemistry among us was amazing and we made arrangements to meet them again at their house. There was no misunderstanding about the evening's agenda or dress code. Wear simple clothes easy to remove.
They lived in an exclusive neighborhood. Their decor was simple but elegant. Both Don and Claire greeted us at the door with broad smiles wearing only white terry cloth bathrobes. "Welcome," Claire said.
Don was more to the point, "Well, are you ready for some naughty fun tonight? I sure am!" and he opened his robe demonstrating an already full erection. He shrugged his shoulders adding, "We got a little bit of a head start."
Claire frowned telling us, "That's Don for you. He doesn't like beating around the bush and likes to get straight to the point."
"Hey," Don interjected, "we're not playing Monopoly tonight, are we?"
Marian looked at me and said, "Not by the looks of Don's cock." The four of us chuckled.
Claire told us to go to the bathroom. "Leave your clothes in there and put on the bathrobes that I there for you. Don will mix us some drinks while we wait if he doesn't stumble over that fat dick of his. What can we get you?" I asked for Jack Daniels, Marian for wine.
Our hosts sat across from us while we talked and drank our cocktails. Don didn't bother to close his robe letting us appreciate his firm thick cock. For her part, Claire adjusted her belt and pulled open the upper part of her robe exposing two lovely perfectly shaped breasts. Without thinking, I burst out, "My God, look at that. Those are beautiful, Claire. Are they natural?"
"Of course, Arnie. Why don't you come over here and check 'em out?"
I took a deep breath and looked at my wife with a Should I? expression. "Go ahead dear," she said. "Give 'em your squeeze test."
I stood behind Claire and cupped her melons like I was testing them for ripeness. They were ripe alright, pear-shaped, firm, and a handful. Her puffy nipples were soft and tender to the touch aching for attention. "Oh Arnie, you need to taste them. Come around and suck my nipples." I gorged on her pink succulent tits one at a time until they were erect and hard.