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The Surrogate
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The Surrogate Hello gentle readers and welcome to the next entry in my blog. As I sat down to write this chapter, I was suddenly overtaken by a mysterious sensation. Were the words that were beginning to pour out of my head the result of a dream or did this situation actually happen to me? The images in my head were so surreal, yet the memories seemed almost tangible. What happened to me recently, if it happened at all, was so different than anything that I had ever experienced in my life, that even today, I am not sure what to make of these thoughts! Most stories like this start off with “Once upon a time…”, but this story is no fairy tale. It is a factual account of romance and of an adventure that came true a few days ago. Let me first set the stage. I am a happily married young woman in my earlier 40s, in my sexual prime, a long way from menopause. I am married to a much older man who is a wonderful companion. Unfortunately my husband has some health problems that have impacted his sexual performance capabilities, at least those in the traditional way of doing these kinds of things. And I can tell that it bothers him a great deal, and although I have tried to reassure him that everything is ok between us, I think deep down he feels that he is shortchanging me! Oh, my husband is still a wonderful lover to me with his magical fingers and his skilled tongue. However, I still have some basic womanly desires that need tending to, especially considering that I am easily aroused, extremely multi-orgasmic, and an occasional squirter! There are just times when a girl needs a hard cock inside of her, pounding away non-stop for 20, 30, even 60 minutes, until we are both exhausted, sweaty and satiated. That is what I have been missing lately! Yes, I want to be fucked by a man with some stamina, not just for 5 minutes with the limp member that had been all that my husband can supply lately!! Notwithstanding all of the above, my husband is extremely loving towards me and is very understanding of my feminine needs while graciously accepting his own current limitations. As a matter of fact, his willingness to go along with this somewhat unusual and adventurous concept was his gift to me for my recent birthday! What he proposed that we undertake made me quiver with both fear and with excitement. This generous and loving man suggested that we venture into the forbidden forest together and that we contract with a matchmaker to find me a lover to fulfill my sexual fantasies. At first, I hesitated, but once I saw his offer as the ultimate gift of love, his placing my needs first over his own ego, then I gradually became more comfortable with the idea. We agreed on some ground rules such as that my husband would interview each potential candidate for our little encounter, much like it was a potential business partnership. My husband would also be present during all activities, watching over me and my performance like a Hollywood director. We would even record all of these events for future viewing in our own private time…….sure sounded better than watching porn videos to me! All that resolved, we placed our fate into the hands of a professional matchmaker, someone experienced in this area, but probably not used to our unusual caveats. Then we sat back and let the matchmaker go to work. The applications came fast and furious, almost too many to sort through. Then came that one special person who not only caught my eye, but immediately touched me deep inside, although at this stage, only from afar! From his very first email to me, I could tell that there was something different about Ben. He came across very much as Southern Gentleman. He had taken the time to compose a lengthy letter, very polite, with sensitivity and a compassion that led me to nickname him Gentle Ben or GB for short. He addressed so many of my concerns in that initial message that it was if he already knew me. And, then unlike any of the over 300 emails I had received from other potential suitors as the result of our matchmaker’s network of candidates, he took the time to discuss the potential implications of a rendezvous from my husband’s perspective. I think it was Ben’s innate understanding of our marital complexities that made him so endearing to me and to us. Not only was he so very eloquent and so thoughtful, he was a very patient man, not someone who just wanted to get into my panties in a heated rush. He truly wanted to get to know me and to better understand me as a woman and us as a couple so as to make what we seemed headed towards successful on all fronts. We corresponded by email for several weeks before we even spoke on the phone for the first time. This was very significant to me for several reasons. There were a few other candidates that I had found interesting and attractive, but they disappeared after one or two emails or pressed for a phone call or a meeting before I was ready. Ben was different. He reminded me of the time when I had first met my husband, something that occurred online as well, although through a more conventional dating web site. We had courted one another via email and later by telephone for well over seven months before our first face-to-face encounter. By the time my husband and I had agreed to meet in person, we probably knew one another better than most couples who had been dating for a year or two. And even though the physical chemistry was intense and the sexual tension overwhelming from our first kiss, we still waited awhile before we became intimate. I think that patient approach has served as the foundation for our marriage, and is why we felt safe pursuing this little adventure. And Ben seemed to be cut from that same stock, so confident yet compassionate, so strong yet so gentle, so patient and understanding. It did not take long for my husband and I to conclude that Ben was the one we wanted to invite into our lives. My husband and Ben agreed to meet first. I felt safer that way. They met at a Starbucks, a safe enough public setting. Despite the potential awkwardness of the situation, the two of them hit it off almost instantaneously, like old college buddies. This was a fascinating and a very important development, especially considering that not only was Ben younger than me, being in his late 30s, he was some 20 plus years younger than my husband. Yet neither was threatened by the other! The two of them discussed the various ground rules and went over several potential scenarios of how all this might play out. As they parted, the two agreed to a follow up meeting where I would be present to judge Ben as my potential sexual partner for myself. It was if my husband had just found a junior protégé for his business or so he told me. What I saw in Ben when I first met him a few days later and what I learned about him made me even more assured that he was the proper choice. Despite my calling him Gentle Ben, he was not like most that have that have carried that nickname. He was maybe six feet tall or slightly less, slender but not skinny, muscular from exercising, but not overly ripped. Short, well groomed hair, no facial hair, and beautiful blue eyes that sparkled and an endearing smile that won me over so very quickly. Handsome, even cute! I learned that he was a senior project manager in an IT company, an undergraduate degree in engineering and an MBA in operations management. He seemed so intelligent, so capable of talking about anything with confidence and comfort, no wonder he was capable of writing me such eloquent emails as well as being my husband’s intellectual equal. We must have talked for over an hour. In Ben’s ever patient way, he did not press for a decision and just let the conversation flow naturally. My husband thanked him for his time and let Ben know that we would be back in touch. I stood up, gave Ben a tender hug of acceptance, and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a bit of my lipstick behind. I guess I was marking my target! On the drive home, my husband and I agreed that we would take things to the next level with Ben, but that we would not make any moves right away, but instead sleep on our decision to make sure we were still feeling this way the next morning. I think the two of us slept better, cuddled closer and awoke more rested and relaxed than in a long time. We both knew what to do next. I went to the pc and wrote Ben a note and asked if he wanted to move further along in this adventure. He responded positively, but so very politely, no pressing for anything immediate. Even more convinced that I was ready, I sent him our address and the details for getting together later that evening. It was 9pm when Ben’s car pulled into our driveway. My husband had already set up the tripod with our camcorder in our bedroom. We had tested its positioning and the camera angle with our own little foreplay session earlier that afternoon. We invited Ben into our sunroom to chat and to relax a bit before getting down to business. He looked some handsome in his button down oxford shirt, light blue I recall, and a pair of navy Dockers, so casual yet so commanding with his presence. After some friendly and innocent banter, I excused myself to go to the back of the house to shower and to change. It was not long after that my husband showed Ben where the guest bedroom and bath were located and suggested that he might want to freshen up himself. Everything was now set in motion like a well-rehearsed Hollywood script. Drying off from showering and shaving, I put on a brand new full length black nightgown with an extremely scooped and lacy bodice and covered myself with its matching robe. My husband came in to check on me, hugged me and held me for a minute, all to reassure me. Suddenly, I felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night! I have only been with five men my entire life, and it had been almost a decade since I had been with someone other than my husband. I wondered what this night would be like, and I was so glad that my husband was there to comfort me. We called for Ben down the hall, and he came to edge of our doorway, standing there in a pair of dark blue slick satin boxers, his muscular and slightly hairy chest exposed. My husband told him that everything was all right and that he would be stepping out for awhile to allow us to get comfortable with one another. I was still quite nervous as I found myself alone in my own bedroom with this strapping young man, a stranger, yet not really, but soon to become my lover. My husband left, pulling the door closed, but leaving it cracked ever so slightly. The only sounds were the whirring of the camcorder and some very light music from a relaxation cd. Our bedroom was awash in soft candlelight. I looked at Ben in the doorway, and he smiled at me. I began to relax a bit. He walked over to our bed and sat down beside me. He told me how beautiful he thought I looked, being more romantic in intent than sexual. Then he took my hands in his, pressed them against his chest, pulling me closer to him, and gave me our first kiss, so soft yet so deep. I instantly melted and allowed myself to recline, pulling him down beside me. We kissed and touched and stroked one another for quite some time, still in our lingerie. I was beginning to get even more comfortable so I sat up to remove my robe. It was then that I noticed my husband standing in the corner of the room, over near the tripod. He must have slipped in quietly while Ben and I were kissing. Our eyes met, and he nodded at me approvingly, filling my heart with love for him despite being in the embrace of another man. Ben and I continued to kiss and to touch one another, and somewhere during this process, we both ended up totally disrobed. As Ben saw my<b> huge breasts </font></b>for the first time, he told me how marvelous and delicious I looked. He fondled and suckled each breast so patiently and tenderly, and I was becoming quite wet and aroused. I could feel Ben’s hardness pressing against my leg and I knew that he was aroused as well. Ben started to slide his head down between my legs when I grabbed his shoulders and stopped him. I asked him to just touch me with his fingers and to save that portion of our love-making to something that my husband was skilled at and capable of doing. I wanted Ben for a single purpose this night! Tonight was to be about the kind of lovemaking that had been a problem for us. Gentle Ben understood where I was coming from, and cradling our bodies together, he held me with one arm wrapped around my shoulders and the other extending down my side so his fingers could touch my hot wet crevice. He was making me feel so good. I was quickly getting into the spirit of the moment, so I slid my hand down his body and grasped his hard elongated cock. It had been so long since I had been this close to a rock hard cock, given my husband’s medical problems. For a moment, it felt strange and unusual, but then all seemed familiar to me as I shifted into auto-pilot mode. I rolled Ben over on his back and slid down his body, stopping and staring at his beautiful erect penis. I stroked it slowly with my hand. He seemed a little longer than my husband, about the same thickness, but with a young man’s hardness. I wondered what his stamina was and how his staying power would be. While I was sitting up with Ben’s cock in my hand, I peeked over my right shoulder and saw my husband approaching me quietly with a condom in his hand. I silently accepted his offering and then I slowly unfurled the condom over Ben’s awaiting shaft. Safely sheathed, I slipped my lips over Ben’s cock and slowly began to move my mouth up and down on his shaft, while alternating between squeezing the base of his cock with my hand and softly massaging his red hot balls. I could tell from Ben’s moans that he was enjoying my careful attention to his member. When I felt him grow even larger and start to throb, I stopped and raised my head and told him not yet. I crawled up on Ben’s chest so my gigantic breasts were pressed against him, and I kissed his neck and then his lips. He began rubbing my shoulders. I was getting so wet. I was ready! I sat up on Ben, slid my pubic area, shaved and fresh, down to that little bushy area above his cock. I rocked a few moments in that position and then raised my hips, taking my right hand, finding Ben’s cock and slid him inside of me. As I mounted him and slowly began to rock back and forth, I was suddenly reminded of how good it felt to have a man inside of me. My pussy had missed having a firm cock inside of it. Despite all the love that my husband and I shared, it was this aspect of our love life that I had been missing! I was really into the moment, going up and down on Ben’s hard shaft while he reached up and played with my nipples. I thought that I was going to explode any moment. I realized that I was getting louder as I got more excited so I stole a glimpse over my shoulder to see what was going on with my husband. What was that? Was that a bulge in his boxers? Could our little plan actually be working? I am not sure how long I rode Ben that night, but it was quite awhile. Not being used to this level of activity, I rolled over on my back somewhat exhausted and pulled Ben down upon me, kissed him in manner to let him know what I wanted. I spread my legs and Ben entered me, thrusting his hard cock deep inside of me, reaching areas that had gone untouched recently. I lifted my legs even higher so that he could get even deeper. Ben pounded with the vigor and strength of a younger man. I was feeling ecstatic and I only hoped that I was pleasing him similarly. Suddenly I found myself exploding, biting my lips so as not to scream, but feeling those pleasures only a man’s penis can make a woman feel. My eyes were moist with tears, tears of joy and pleasure, but tears of regret and yearning, wanting to be able to share these same feelings with my husband, the man I love and adore, not just this young stud who we have invited into our home and into our lives, this surrogate lover who has just ravished me so wonderfully! I asked Ben to stop for a minute, just before he ejaculated deep inside of me. I was not sure that I was quite ready for that step just yet. As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I noticed a shadowy figure standing near the bed. It was my husband. And he had no clothes on. And his penis was strangely erect, standing at attention, full mast, as hard as when we first were dating and made love so passionately and so often. Oh what a marvelous sight. I had no idea what to do next. My husband made a circular motion with his hands which I interpreted to mean for me to get up and to turn around. Being a wife who loves to please her man, I got up on my knees and motioned for Ben to get behind me and to fuck me doggie style. Gentle Ben, ever the obedient man servant, gladly obliged. He spread my ass cheeks, found my dripping wet honey hole and rammed his bulging cock into my soaking wet pussy with authority. Meanwhile my head was hanging over the side of the bed as we are sideways on the bed. My husband placed his hard cock into my mouth and suddenly I had male members inside of my orifices on both ends! It had been quite awhile since I have had the pleasure of my husband’s cock being this hard so I sucked and licked him with great excitement. I could feel his dick getting larger and harder in my mouth. Meanwhile, Ben was banging the hell out of my pussy from behind. And then suddenly Ben exploded, pulsing maybe a dozen times deep inside of me. Even with the condom still securely in place, I could still feel the warmth of his manly juices flowing inside of me. It had been so long since I have felt the wonder of a man cumming inside of me. Ben collapsed on the far side of the bed. I let go of my husband’s cock and fell down on the bed as well. My husband crawled in beside me on the other side of the bed, and there I was, nestled between my two lovers, feeling satiated and satisfied! In a dreamlike state, I seem to recall that I am flat on my back and I take each of my hands and grasp a cock in each one. I feel so sexually gratified at this moment. As Ben deflates, I slip the condom off of his penis, and slowly stroke his gradually flaccid cock, feeling the droplets of his final fluids emitting from his member. My husband’s cock however is still at full mast, but I let go of it for a moment. I lean over to Ben and lick the droplets off of his cock so I can establish a memory of his taste and his aroma in my brain. Then I look up at Ben, gaze deep into his eyes, and give him the tender kiss of an appreciative lover! Then I roll my eyes so Ben can become aware of what is happening on the other side of the bed. Somehow Gentle Ben senses the situation and extricates himself from our bedroom so very quietly that I can barely him go down the hall and into the guest bathroom. Soon thereafter I hear the engine of Ben’s car turnover as he backs out of the driveway. It is Ben’s natural intuition to sense the right thing to do that is so endearing to me. He seems so selfless even in his strength of character. I am so glad that we chose Ben for our adventure. I snap back to reality knowing that I must quickly take advantage of my husband’s unusual hardness. I surmise that seeing his wife having intercourse with another man has worked wonders on his sleeping soldier. I pull him over on top of me, kiss him deep and hard, and spreading my legs, I invite him inside of me. I ask him to get up on his knees, to lift my legs up in the air, to grasp my ankles and to pound me over and over. This is my favorite position with him, and when he can attain a good erection, the man sure can fuck me like no other! He pounds me and pounds me! It is so delightful! And I am feeling so connected to my husband once again, all thanks to Gentle Ben. My husband is so deep inside of me. My ears start to burn and suddenly I am cumming myself, an orgasm emanating from deep inside of me, sending waves of intense pleasure all over my body. I am squirting girlie cum all over my husband and onto the bed sheets. He continues to pound me, to fuck me so deliciously as I scream and cry and then suddenly, he is the one who is cumming and squirting inside of me, over and over, until he collapses beside me with deep moans and gruff manly groans. I am so in love with this man, so gratified that I am married to him, so glad to have shared this experience with him. All the while, I am smiling too for the generosity of my man Ben, our Gentle Ben, for making our little adventure everything we had hoped for. Just before I drift off to sleep, I make a mental note to call Ben in the morning to thank him. And to invite him back again. And again, as long it is necessary for us to end up like this. Thank you Ben. You are the best! Affectionately, Your Scarlett |
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9/8/2008 9:02 am |
Scarlet, We are so glad that this worked out for you both. It sounds like you have found a helpful lover to enhance you and your husbands love life. Sam and Sue
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What a beautiful story! I hope the relationship the 3 of you share will continue to work out for you all. 
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