By Quillpen
Introduction
This is the second episode of a story about an unusual arrangement amongst three people: a man, his buddy, and his buddy’s wife. Teddy Watson and Danny Ivanov had been friends since kindergarten in 1969. Danny, whose ancestry was Bulgarian, at age 27, was the beneficiary of an arranged marriage in 1991 with a beautiful young woman named Meg who was nine years his junior. Within three years, they had become the proud parents of two girls. Seven years into their marriage, however, Danny was badly injured in an auto accident. He eventually recovered, but one of the lingering effects of the mishap was that Danny was rendered permanently impotent. To allow Meg to continue to have an active sex life, she and Danny agreed that his longtime buddy Teddy should substitute for Danny in bed to satisfy Meg’s normal carnal urges as a female in the prime of her life. Teddy, who had long admired Meg’s obvious beauty, happily agreed.
This episode picks up the story shortly after Teddy and Meg’s first sexual romp together. As in the first installment, Teddy is the narrator.
Part One
My first sexual interaction with beautiful Meg Ivanov had been a fabulous one. It was easily the best sex in my life—which wasn’t saying a whole lot because of my very limited previous experience. I must have performed at least satisfactorily in bed because Meg, who was 27, phoned 36-year-old me the very next day to thank me—and to schedule a second session of nookie with her.
“Why don’t you drop by tomorrow night and have dinner with the whole family?” Meg suggested. “Once the girls go to bed and we’re sure they’re asleep, we can go to bed too! Danny says he won’t be watching us fuck anymore. He’ll just stay downstairs and watch TV. He’s satisfied that you’re not some sort of maniac who will hurt me.”
“Well, that’s high praise!” I joked. “I can’t fault Danny for being overprotective, however, Meg. You are a true treasure. If circumstances had been different, I would have married you myself. Danny is a fortunate guy to have you by his side.”
There was a moment of silence. Then Meg said, “That awfully sweet of you to say, Teddy, but remember we’re not supposed to get emotionally attached to one another. You are simply providing a service to me.”
“Yeah, okay, ” I noted. “I’ll make my second delivery to you tomorrow night. What time should I show up at your place for dinner?”
At Meg’s insistence I arrived well early so Danny and I could talk sports at length before the meal—a favorite pastime of ours. I also played some games wit the Ivanov girls, Tanya and Sarah, whom I’d grown close to during Danny’s convalescence from his auto accident. Sarah, age six, was especially affectionate toward me. She liked to sit on my lap and constantly hug me—which I enjoyed. That both pleased and amused Danny.
“In about 15 years I suspect my precious Tanya will be an ideal wife for some lucky fellow, but Sarah will be the daughter of mine the guys will be phoning for a good time!” Danny joked.
I laughed at that assessment, but Meg said, “What an awful thing to say about your own daughter, Danny!” Then she started laughing, too. “There may be some truth to that, though,” Meg admitted. “Sarah is not exactly the shy type. I suspect we’ll have our hands full with her in a few short years.”
Sarah had no clue what we were implying. She just hugged me tighter and kissed me on the cheek. “I love Uncle Teddy. He’s so nice to me—and handsome, too!” she declared.
“See!” Danny said. “Sarah is only six years old...and look at the riffraff she’s already attracted to!”
“Yeah, there’s no accounting for taste,” I said with a grin.
Part Two
By 8:30 p.m. a delicious dinner had been consumed and the Ivanov children had gone to bed. Not long afterward, I was surprised when Danny and Meg became openly sexual together in front of me. Meg sat on Danny’s lap and they began kissing quite passionately. Danny put his hands under Meg’s blouse and began groping her lovely breasts. She was clearly built for that.
“Uh, maybe I shouldn’t be watching this,” I said. “I could go to the other room and watch TV for a while.”
“What’s the point, Teddy?” Danny asked me. “This is about all I can do with Meg now. Despite my wife’s obvious charms, my dick is as limp as a wet noodle—and you’ve already seen as much of Meg as I have. There are no secrets anymore.”
Meg concurred. “Danny is right, Teddy. Maybe you’ll get turned on watching us before you and I go to bed together. I kind of hope that’s the case.”
Reading between the lines, I got the message: Meg wanted me to be already well aroused when we jumped into the sack together. Therefore, I awkwardly watched her and Danny engage in foreplay that was oddly designed to get a reaction from me! It was definitely a peculiar situation, to be sure.
To Meg’s credit she tried her best to do the impossible—get Danny’s penis erect. She removed her top so Danny could fondle her goodies easily. She stuck her hand in Danny’s trousers to “try to awaken the sleeping giant” Danny joked. Within five minutes, she was completely nude. Danny enjoyed Meg as much as he could, then he conceded, “I started this ball game on the mound, now it’s time for Bruce Sutter to come in for the save!”
I roared at the creative analogy Danny had made, but Meg was not a sports fan. She did not understand the baseball allusion at all. Nevertheless, Danny tried to explain it to his sexy wife.
“Meg, my love,” he said, “Bruce Sutter is long retired now, but he was one of the best relief pitchers in baseball history. That means he’d successfully finish games that a teammate had started but could not complete. That was his specialty. Teddy is now my Bruce Sutter when it comes to sex. Get it?”
Meg clearly didn’t, but she said, “I guess so,” anyway. She paused for a moment and asked, “Out of curiosity, how many games did Bruce Sutter save?”
I quickly chimed in, “Exactly 300. Lucky me!”
Part Three
Meg was still unabashedly in her birthday suit when she took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom so I could record my version of a save. Unlike our first time together, Danny opted to remain downstairs and be entertained by the TV rather than by me screwing his beautiful wife. Meg stealthily placed her left on my crotch and felt my penis as we ascended the staircase. It was predictably already rigid. “Did you have any doubt about that, Meg?” I asked her. Meg did not answer me. She merely smiled widely.
I found it slightly more liberating to have sex with Meg without Danny being present to scrutinize our activities—which had been the case two nights earlier. I promptly disrobed and met Meg at the center of the bed where she had her legs spread in anticipation. I had already noticed from her steamy foreplay with Danny that she had now shaved her vaginal area. I preferred it that way for licking and for general appearance. Danny had given Meg’s pussy a few cursory licks, but I took my job of pleasing Meg quite seriously. I orally pleased her from every possible angle. I only wished I had a longer tongue so I could extend it inside her. Be that as it may, I must have been effective at cunnilingus because Meg responded to my work with an excellent orgasm. That pleased me as much as it pleased her...perhaps.
“That was terrific, Teddy!” Meg cooed with utter satisfaction. “Let me give you an enthusiastic blowjob to show my appreciation.”
It occurred to me that although I had received fellatio from Meg two nights before, it had been somewhat half-hearted as she was lying in bed and I had placed my stiff penis by her lips. This time we both got out of bed and Meg swiftly knelt before my erect rod. She was quite good at this specific sex act. (Maybe Danny had coached her to be excellent at it!) Meg interspersed licks and sucks, paying particular attention to the very tip of my dick—the part where it is the most sensitive. Her hands were busily caressing my balls and stroking my shaft as her mouth did the important work. Altogether, it was a heavenly experience for me. Now I really felt sorry for Danny. His impotence was depriving him forever of this excellent marital pleasure with an absolute sexpot of a young wife.
After about five minutes of pure bliss, I could sense an ejaculation was inevitable. “Meg, I’m going to come. Where do you want it?”
She enthusiastically replied, “Paint my face, Teddy. I want to see if you can do it as well as Danny once did.”
I was more than eager to comply. Still, I kept my dick in Meg’s warm mouth until the last possible moment. At the appropriate time, I pulled out and aimed for the general area of her forehead. My goo was especially thick that night. Rope upon rope slowly cascaded from Meg’s hairline, down over her eyes and onto her cheeks. I couldn’t help but put my penis back into her mouth for Meg to suck the last few drops out of me. It seems like the right way to complete such a magnificent blowjob.
When I removed my penis from her mouth, Meg, through a thick white mask of my warm sticky cum, happily noted, “Yep, that’s just like Danny used to do it. Pretty much exactly, I’d say. Are you sure you two aren’t brothers?”
Although I desperately wanted to linger and stare at the sexiest sight I had ever viewed in person, like the good gentleman I was, I found a box of tissues for Meg on her nightstand so she could remove the mess I had just made across her pretty face. I helped, too, wiping some drops of jism that were scattered and splattered here and there on the rest of her body. A dollop of my cum had filled her navel, which I found to be amusing.
A question was running through my mind, but Meg sufficiently answered it before I could ask it. “Don’t think we’re done tonight, Teddy. You’re not leaving until we’ve had a great fuck. The blowjob was just the start of things for us tonight.”
“I believe Gone with the Wind is on the tube tonight,” I said. “Maybe I should advise Danny to watch it.”
“Why?” asked Meg.
“It’s a four-hour movie—not counting commercials,” I replied with a big smile on my face.
“You two have to be brothers!” Meg insisted. “You have exactly the same sense of humor, too.” She smiled and gave me a very long and extremely passionate kiss.
About 15 minutes’ worth of sexual groping and general cuddling with Meg got me sufficiently aroused again. I was really starting to enjoy this fantastic arrangement that Danny himself had kindly suggested! What a great buddy he was! Had it been biologically possible, I could happily fuck Meg for hours upon hours and never begin to tire of it. She was a true dream of a sex partner. She was certainly built for a man’s pleasure and she was very enthusiastic with her behavior in bed. Meg was also very affectionate toward me—which was a surprise considering I was supposed to be merely a biological substitute for the injured Danny and not a lover in the true sense of the word. However, it was becoming plainly impossible for me not to have any personal feelings toward the fantastic female I was merrily screwing.
With my dick fully ready for action once again, I gave Meg what she desired—a thoroughly fulfilling fuck. I mounted her in the missionary position and began ramming her with great gusto. I’d give her a dozen strong thrusts with my erection, pause for a moment, and then give her a dozen more. Then I gave her a few slow and gentle pokes...and then a dozen enthusiastic bangs again. I was having great fun. Judging my Meg’s perpetual smile and positive verbal feedback, we were copulating magnificently.
“Ahhhh...oy!” Megan declared as she reached her second orgasm of the night. I was close to having mine, too.
“I’ll be coming again soon, Meg,” I informed her of my impending ejaculation. “Where do you want this one?”
“Don’t come inside me, Teddy,” she instructed. “Anywhere else is fine, though.”
“Fair enough!” I agreed. Then I pulled out and, within seconds, I launched a load of sperm onto her stomach. It was only about half the size of the cum shot I had decorated her face with not long before. Still, it exhausted me. Meg, who was certainly an active fucker, was tired after her carnal exertions, too. We soon fell into a blissful sleep in each other’s arms.
About five hours later we were both awakened by Danny. The clock in the bedroom said 2:17 a.m. “You both fell asleep and so did I,” he said. “At least you had a comfy bed to share; I dropped off on the couch watching TV. I became sleepy watching Gone with the Wind. I had never seen that movie before.”
Meg and I both softly laughed at that news, given that I had mentioned that movie just after I had been stimulated by Meg to a truly sensational orgasm.
Danny gave me some sensible advice. “Teddy, you really shouldn’t stay the whole night in bed with Meg, as tempting and enjoyable as that is. I don’t want the girls to wake up and find you in the sack naked with their mother. They’re too young to understand this little arrangement we have for Meg’s benefit.”
For everyone’s sake, I agreed wholeheartedly with him. The last thing I wanted to do was confuse Tanya and Sarah. They were precious kids to me, too. I quickly got out of bed—after giving Meg’s beautiful, full breasts one final squeeze for luck. Meg giggled her approval. Then I began to get dressed so I could return home.
To make polite conversation I asked Danny a question, “How much of Gone with the Wind did you see before you fell asleep?”
“I think I got through about three-quarters of it,” Danny estimated. “Rhett Butler had just given Scarlett O’Hara a terrific fucking that she absolutely loved, then I dropped off and missed the rest of it. The intercourse was only implied, not shown. Sex couldn’t be shown in Hollywood movies back in 1939, of course.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ve seen the movie half a dozen times, at least,” I said.
Then Meg playfully chimed in. “So have I!” she informed the two us. “Teddy, you’re not Bruce Sutter. You’re Clark Gable!”