The Surrogate Master

by Ben Boswell

  Tommy pulled Rachel’s dress up further, until it bunched around her waist. She pressed her legs together modestly. He gave her a quick rap on a thigh, a reminder that the spoon was in easy reach if she continued to resist. She sighed and allowed him to spread her legs wide. After his fondling, I wasn’t surprised to see that her pussy was puffy, spread, and very wet, but it was still a bewitching sight. Donna seemed to think so as well.

  “That’s a pretty pussy,” she cooed.

  Rachel seemed torn between embarrassment and pride. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

  “Do you want to eat it?” Tommy asked.

  Donna nodded her head eagerly.

  “No,” said Rachel, but without much conviction as the brunette approached on her hands and knees.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll be busy,” Tommy reassured her as he pulled her head into his lap.

  He’d unzipped his pants and his big cock stood up, hard and proud. Rachel seemed weirdly grateful for the distraction. She lowered her mouth onto his fat prick even as Donna spread her legs wider and pushed her face against my wife’s twat. Rachel gasped in pleasure around Tommy’s cock. He seized a thick handful of her hair and forced his tool deeper into her mouth. Donna lapped loudly at Rachel’s snatch. My wife jerked in passion.

  Tommy looked over at me. “Jesus man, we’ve got two wet sluts here, and you’re jerking it?”

  I looked down in my lap and noticed that I was, indeed, playing with my own cock.

  Donna looked back over her shoulder, her face glazed with my wife’s juices. She flashed me a saucy smile and then lifted up my wife’s bathrobe, flipping it over her ass. I seized on the invitation eagerly, crawling up behind her and rubbing my cock against her wet gash. She moaned softly and I plunged my cock into her tight little hole.

  “You can put it in her ass,” Tommy suggested.

  I didn’t want to. What I was doing felt too good. But it also gave me a weird jolt. How long until he was telling another man to do that to my own wife? Right now, I was thinking with my dick, and right now, there was no place I’d rather be than plugging one hot slut as she ate out my wife who was, in turn, sucking another man’s cock. But this wasn’t occurring in a vacuum, and I didn’t know what came next.

  As I played through my doubts, I must have slowed because suddenly I felt Donna thrusting back against me. God, she was a little minx, fucking back against me even as she ate my wife’s pussy so effectively that Rachel’s moans were audible even around Tommy’s cock. I reached down and mauled Donna’s fat tits, squeezing them harder than I would have dared Rachel’s sensitive little nubs. Donna growled and hammered against me.

  I came before I realized it, spurt after spurt disappearing inside the little brunette. When I was done, I fell backward first onto my heels, and then scrambled back into my recliner.

  When he realized I was done, Tommy rearranged the girls. He put Donna on her back, naked and sprawled across Rachel’s robe, then he maneuvered Rachel onto Donna’s face facing her feet as she the brunette resumed her assault on my wife’s snatch. Then finally he climbed between Donna’s legs and hammered his cock into her sloppy cunt. Rachel was facing me as she sat on Donna’s face. She was writhing in passion, her eyes closed, her hands roaming across her own body, caressing her tits, rubbing her belly.

  Tommy was fucking Donna hard, his fat tool squishing into her wetly. He was giving it to her hard enough that she seemed to be losing focus on her other job. Rachel began to grind against her face more vigorously. Tommy sensed Rachel’s mounting frustration, seemed to recognize her growing hunger.

  He rose on his knees suddenly and withdrew his prick from Donna’s grasping cunt. He pulled Rachel forward, so that she fell between Donna’s legs, her face now inches from both his wet cock and the brunette’s pulsing cunt. Rachel swallowing Tommy’s prick into her mouth, a lifeline of sorts. She understood full well what was expected of her, but seemed to feel that if she only blew him eagerly enough, he’d give up on his other goal.

  I let out a soft chuckle. Tommy gave me a knowing glance. Don’t worry, she won’t get away with it. Even Rachel seemed resigned as he slowly eased his cock from her hungry mouth. She looked up at Tommy, her eyes pleading with him. But he just edged back, pushing her head down between the brunette’s legs.

  Tentatively, Rachel reached out with her tongue and flicked at Donna’s pussy. At the other end, I could hear Donna eagerly slurping my own wife’s pussy. I knew the disparity in eagerness wouldn’t hold. As Donna continued to service Rachel, my wife became increasingly enthusiastic in her own tongue lashing. Tommy was there to help, spreading Donna’s labia wide so my wife could lick the other woman deep.

  Rachel was moaning louder and louder. I was tempted to maneuver around to the other side to see Donna’s tongue working my wife’s snatch, but my angle was too erotic to quit. Once Tommy was sure that Rachel was committed, he got back into the game. A few quick thrusts into Donna’s pussy, then a few into my wife’s eager mouth, then back on his heels to watch Rachel eat out the other woman.

  They got into an impressive rhythm, the three of them writhing together. Then suddenly Rachel let out a long, low gasp. Tommy, realizing what was happening, thrust hard into Donna who started bucking in passion. Then Tommy gasped and pulled out, firing several thick gobs of come all over my wife’s face and Donna’s twat. And then, as he sat back down on his ankles, Rachel again buried her face between Donna’s legs licking up as much of Tommy’s come as she could reach. Sitting back in the recliner, I felt a rush of heat in my lap and I came yet again, not even realizing I’d been touching myself.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Tommy and Donna left soon after. I was sort of disappointed. I’d have been interested in letting them spend the night, seeing what other combinations of bodies they might come up with. But Donna was insistent. They had to untie her husband, and she, as she hinted lewdly, needed to report back what she’d done.

  Rachel and I showered and met back in bed. Much to my chagrin, but not my surprise, Rachel’s fluffy bathrobe had been thrown aside, avoided like so much toxic waste.

  “What are we doing?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. But it was fun.”

  “Are we swingers?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Max, how much of this are you authoring?”

  “Basically none. I’m just along for the ride, I guess.”

  “I don’t want to be a swinger,” she said.

  And I don’t want to be a cuckold. “We can stop it –“

  “Yeah, aardvark. Why aren’t you saying it?”

  “Why aren’t you?”

  “Fuck Max, we keep going round and round. Is this how you see our lives?”

  “Apparently you don’t.” She gave me a dangerous glare. “Okay, no I hadn’t. I would never –“

  She sighed. “We’re grown-ups. We have choices. I made a mistake. Now it seems like a ratchet. Instead of getting back to where we were, we’re spiraling into this… this abyss.”

  I wasn’t sure I’d quite describe our evening as a visit to an abyss. And pressed on it, I doubted Rachel would either. But she was right. Things were out of control.

  “Do you think Tommy is dangerous?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Well, of course he is. I don’t mean, like, bludgeon-us-to-death dangerous, but definitely dangerous to our relationship.”

  “How so?”

  “Max, please.”

  “No, seriously. Because, I’m not sure we see the same dangers.”

  She sighed. “He makes me do things… feel like…”

  “Like you feel when you’re with an ‘inappropriate man.’ At once embarrassed and reckless and very turned on?”

  “Something like that…. But Max, he doesn’t feel that inappropriate. That’s what scares me.”

  “Are you falling in love with him?”

  “No,” she replied too quickly. Then, “I don’t know. But he’s addictive.” />
  I nodded. Was this how things had begun with him and Donna? Had he been helping them as well, only to see it turn into Tommy and Donna having adventures and then reporting back to her pathetic husband?

  “What are you really afraid of?” I asked.

  She bit her lip and looked away. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I was suddenly tired of dancing around the truth. “Too late, Rach. Too late. And frankly… and frankly…” I stammered as I formulated my thoughts. “Frankly, I don’t want to be a guy you settle for, who never really gets your heart rate up. And that’s what you’re telling me. We need to cut ties with Tommy because he’s too fucking exciting.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “Yeah, Rachel, it is. And guess what? I get it. And what’s more, I know it’s a fucking first-world problem. But it is what it is. We’re in good health. We have a very nice roof over our heads. We have great cars, we go on great vacations. Our kids will never have student loans. We’ve solved most of the shit that most people have to fucking obsess about. We’re now looking for self-actualization, whatever the fuck that really means. But I know what it means to me. What it means to me is that I don’t want to be a prison that prevents you from being truly happy in any part of your life. Because here’s the reality. I’d rather give you the freedom to get fucked silly once in a while if I didn’t have to live with the guilt that I was keeping that from you.”

  She shook her head. “No, Max, but that… that doesn’t work for me. What sort of monster do you imagine me to be? I couldn’t do that to you.”

  “I could if things were reversed.”

  She sighed sadly. “No, no you couldn’t.”

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  We didn’t make love that night. Both our physical exhaustion and our emotional discussion precluded it. But the playfulness returned over the next few nights.

  We’d put the kids down and had cautiously initiated an intimate encounter, but once I was inside her, I couldn’t resist.

  “I can’t believe you ate her out,” I whispered in her ear. I felt her pussy twitch excitedly in response.

  “I can’t believe you fucked her,” she replied.

  “Oh sure you can.”

  She laughed. “You men are suckers for big tits aren’t you?”

  “She was cute all around.”

  “You like her better than me?” Rachel teased.

  “No way.”

  “She was a juicy slut,” she persisted.

  I nodded, thrusting harder into my wife.

  “Yeah. Up for anything.”

  “Is that what you want of me?”

  “You’re already that way. You’d never say no to Tommy.” Her cunt clenched my cock.

  “Probably not,” she admitted. “But it’s especially hard to say no when I see you, watching, jerking off to it.”

  “You’d still fuck him if I wasn’t there.”

  “But I wouldn’t enjoy it as much,” she replied. “Anyway, you’d fuck Donna any time too.”

  I laughed. “She’s hard to resist.”

  “You should have put it in her ass,” she baited me.

  “If I had, Tommy would have put it in yours.”

  Our eyes met, a weird, fierce excitement coursed through both of us. I came suddenly and when I was done I realized she had as well.

  “I don’t really want him in my butt, okay?” she asked.

  I laughed. “Okay.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Tommy waited the usual three or four days before contacting us again, and as before began slowly, probing to see if we were still on-board. We were. I pushed him again about the long-term plan. He again asked me to trust him.

  –Dude, I’m not sure I can. I can’t risk it. If you’re playing games, I can’t do that to Rachel.

  –I hear you. I like both of you. I don’t want to hurt you. But you two need to decide whether you trust me or not. Otherwise, I will just fade away and never pester you again.

  He was always good with the reassuring response. He was just there to help us. But he would say that. That’s what a good con man does. And of course, he was some sort of con, and he’d already scored more than I would ever have previously imagined conceding. That’s what really kept me engaged. He’d already fucked my wife, come in her mouth, had her engage in a lesbian encounter, licking his jism off another girl’s twat. The only thing left was to steal her love. But if he could do that, then there was nothing I could do about it. Nor would I want to. As the cliché goes, if you love somebody, you have to set them free. And I did love Rachel.

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  Tommy proposed a quicker rendezvous than previously, but he also made clear he just wanted me for the evening. Even still, Rachel prepared herself for the meeting. We shipped off the kids. Tommy was nothing if not unpredictable. I tried to caution her. She was cleanly shaved and had chosen a particularly sexy outfit, a play on the Catholic schoolgirl look that she pulled off to perfection. I think she thought Tommy was just testing her. And indeed, when he did see her, he seemed to hesitate.

  But in the end, he held firm and two of us left together in his F-150. In a weird way I felt bad for Rachel. I almost wished he had stayed, maybe dominated her for a bit, at least gotten her off once or twice. Instead, we left her alone in an empty house.

  We drove south, away from the city. Tommy was his usual entertaining, inscrutable self. I marveled again at his ability to monologue through an awkward silence. After forty-five minutes, we pulled up to a slightly run-down rambler in an older suburb.

  “Party time,” Tommy exclaimed.

  We got out of the truck and walked to the front door. He didn’t bother to knock and instead just walked in. The moment the door opened, I was struck by the loud music, a driving hip-hop beat, and the dim lights. It was like walking into a strip club.

  Inside, the vibe was about the same, though perhaps mixed with a frat party. Lined up across the counter between the kitchen and living room was a line of bottles of alcohol. A keg in ice sat on the floor. There were maybe a half-dozen men, maybe a few more, in small clusters, talking. It was an eclectic mix, a few African-Americans, a couple of Latinos, a small group of white guys. Lots of tattoos. Everyone was sort of eyeing each other with skepticism.

  It occurred to me that we’d walked into Rachel’s wet dream, a room full of “inappropriate” men, not a single one of whom you could bring home to daddy. I shuddered. It would have been easy enough for Tommy to talk my wife into coming along, and then… I knew… easy enough to let them loose on her. Would she have feigned resistance? Certainly, if I wasn’t there, she wouldn’t. But either way, she’d have ultimately given herself to these men, all of them, using her, abusing her, for their selfish pleasure. And yet, it would also have been her pleasure.

  Tommy elbowed me and pointed toward a darkened corner. There was a man sitting there in a heavy armchair. He was tall and slender, with a mop of wavy hair, a narrow face, and thin lips. It took me a second to realize he was bound at the wrists and legs to the chair. Tommy led me over.

  “Drew, this is Max. He’s the guy who fucked your wife last week.”

  Drew glared at me malevolently. I took a half step back.

  Tommy laughed. “Don’t worry, Drew likes it.”

  “I don’t,” the bound man hissed.

  “Then end it,” Tommy suggested.

  Drew looked at me and at Tommy. “I can’t.”

  I looked at Tommy for an interpretation, but he was still focused in on Drew.

  “Who are all these guys?” the man asked.

  “You know most of them,” Tommy replied. “Most of them have already fucked Donna.”

  “Not all,” he replied, his eyes moving to the small cluster of black men by the bar.

  Tommy laughed. “Work friends. They didn’t believe me when I invited them to a gangbang. But our little Donna always needs a supply of fresh cocks, doesn’t she?”

  “She’s a whore,” Drew spit out.

 
; As if hearing her cue, Donna suddenly appeared out of one of the bedrooms. Attired in spiked heels and a short, clingy, black party dress, her appearance certainly was unambiguous. She was a slut out for cock. I realized that this was the same impression Rachel must have made back in the day when she went out hunting to get fucked. And indeed, with a shiver, I realized that even her attire earlier in the evening would have made her more than a match for Donna in this room.

  Donna spotted Tommy immediately, but took a circuitous route to us, greeting the various men, letting them run their hands over her curves, watching their hunger for her grow. She reached us finally. Tommy gave her a kiss on the cheek, but also reached down and, inches from Drew’s face, squeezed his wife’s ass. She turned to me and kissed me on the lips, just a little too long to be chaste.

  “Did you come by to fuck me again?” she asked, loud enough for her husband to hear. Indeed, it was obvious he was the intended audience.

  “I don’t know,” I replied.

  “And where’s Rachel?” she continued. “I know she’d have a good time here tonight.”

  I looked from her to Tommy to Drew. So was that it? A plan to initiate my wife into some sort of gangbang club?

  I shook my head. “No.”

  Donna pouted. “Oh, well, maybe next time.” Then turning back to her husband she said, “I probably should get on with my hostess duties, right?”

  She held his gaze until finally he seemed to break. “Yes, dear.”

  She smiled and peeled away from us, placing herself at the center of the nearest group of men. They pressed in close and began running their hands over her. Three pairs of hands, cupping her ass, massaging her breasts. One man leaned down and kissed her hard. Another lifted up the clingy fabric of her dress exposing her hard, naked ass. A man slipped his hands between her legs; her sudden jolt an indication that his fingers were inside her.