Nailing Joe's Wife

 

Disclaimer - this is a work of fiction, a fantasy, not based on any actual events or persons. The author does not condone or recommend any of the actions carried out by the characters in this story.

Sterile couple gets in trouble on the internet.

Nailing Joe's Wife
by LEBEC

Chapter One

    Joe Alberni was thirty-five years old, White, about five foot ten and approximately twenty five pounds over weight. For the past five years, he was married to Cathy, a trim, twenty-seven year old brunette with short hair and an adorable pixie smile. Joe was a computer programmer and Cathy worked as a real estate agent. Together they had a comfortable existence, living in a small suburban community in Northern California.

    Things were not going well in the babymaking department, however. Cathy was as fertile as could be but Joe learned that he had been cursed with a ridiculously low sperm count. After two years of cooperative but unsuccessful attempts to conceive, it was becoming a problem for the couple.

    Tension was building. Quietly, Cathy was growing resentful. For the most part, she managed to bite her tongue and remain supportive of her husband but, once in a while, usually when she was experiencing PMS, an occasional mean-spirited word would pass her lips. Joe was hurting deeply as a result of her subtle yet pointed remarks and began to withdraw from her. Soon, sex for the couple became more and more infrequent. Cathy continued to keep track of her cycle and hope for the best but Joe had nearly totally lost heart and often found excuses not to have sex with her.

    As Joe withdrew more and more, he retreated to the comfort of his work. In his home office, no one would question his masculinity. In there, alone with the door locked, he was "in charge," and totally in control. On one such occasion, Joe was feeling sorry for himself and having a glass of Scotch. On his computer screen, he viewed pictures from his wedding. He remembered what a beautiful bride Cathy had been. Her makeup was perfect, accentuating her flashing hazel eyes and high cheek bones. Her body was at it's absolute firmest and her perfect 34B boobs were shaded gently and pushed up in her wedding gown to create eye-magnetizing cleavage.

    "Damn, she looked good!" Joe commented to himself. In truth, Cathy still looked really good and was almost exactly the same weight as then. It was only he who had gotten out of shape. Scrolling forward, he came to the traditional pictures of the cutting of the wedding cake and stopped for a moment to stare at the one of him feeding Cathy. Her supple sweet lips gleamed with lipstick and her mouth was opened wide in profile. If one were perverted enough, one might imagine she was waiting for someone to stick a cock into her mouth, rather than a piece of cake which, from the photographer's standpoint, was exactly the point.

    Joe was bored and a little drunk. His mind felt like playing some. He printed up a 4 x 6 print of the digital photo and placed it down, flat on his desk. He grabbed a thick black marker and began to draw on it. He couldn't resist the obvious temptation to draw over the cake filled fork and, instead, replaced it with a crude drawing of a penis.

    At first he thought it would make him feel better, desecrating their wedding picture some. The Bitch deserved it, he thought. But then, he felt bad and backed off, holding the photo at arm's length. Looking at it from far away like that, blurring his eyes, and using a good deal of imagination, Joe pretended it really WAS a cock. Oddly, he started to feel a bit horny. He reached one of his hands down and began to play with himself.

    He placed the photo on the desk again and reached for the marker again with his spare hand. Next, he drew in a few globules to make it look like the dick was shooting sperm directly towards his wife's mouth. This was really starting to turn him on. Joe fished his five inch hardon out and quickly jacked off to his hastily created porn.

    After cumming into a napkin, Joe wiped up and felt slightly guilty. He put his first bit of artwork away in a safe place and went to get cleaned up. That night, he saw his wife sleeping peacefully in their bed and couldn't help but do a double take, shivering inside at the thought of what had just happened.


    Chapter Two

    The next day, Joe was back in his room and couldn't concentrate on his work. Before he knew it, he was looking at that damned picture again. It was so lame, Joe had to admit, but it was also still kind of exciting. This time, he viewed the original on the computer using a photo retouching program. With his mouse, he drew another crude picture of a dick and played around, moving the new layer over the background so that it appeared to be going right up to his wife's lips, before pulling back and heading back again.

    Perhaps he was so fascinated by this because his wife rarely gave him head. She claimed that if she did it all the time, it would no longer be "special". He didn't really know what motivated him most but, before long, he had pulled his cock back out and quickly jacked off again.

    In the ensuing days, Joe got very little work done. His hand drawings never really improved any but he did manage to acquire some new computer-assisted drawing skills. He learned how to erase the cock from the tip down to the length, in order to create the illusion that it was actually going into her mouth. Eventually, he even learned to take the makeshift picture sequences he had drawn and create animations of his wife giving blowjobs.

    Each time he would grow more excited and jack off. It was becoming a passion for him. Within a few days, he was tired of the wedding picture and realized he needed some new raw material. At first, he was a little too afraid to ask Cathy to model for him. So, instead, he came into the bedroom after Cathy had already fallen asleep and cautiously took pictures of her with their digital camera. Then he retreated to his room to see what he had.

    Unfortunately, that night, he hadn't even had the courage to turn on the lights, even though he knew Cathy was a very sound sleeper, and the pictures turned out to be dark and unusable. In the next couple of days, he became bolder, first turning on the bathroom lights near the bedroom, then the bedroom lights, adding more and more until he started getting pictures that were a little better.

    Among his prize captures were a few of Cathy lying on her side, with her mouth open, snoring. Those would make great blow-job drawings. Later, while she lay on her back, he eventually worked up the nerve to pull the sheets down off of her body and shoot a few pictures between her legs, moving closer and closer to her panty covered pussy. His cock ached at the thought of what he was getting away with. He placed the camera aside and looked deeply between her legs.

    Slowly, Cathy woke up, groggy and puzzled. "What are you doing, Hon?" she asked.

    Joe panicked for a second but then realized he had not been caught. The camera was safely out of sight and Cathy was too sleepy to have noticed. He decided to improvise. "Uh, I saw the sheets had pulled away from your body. I was just going to adjust them some but then my little friend got, well, kind of excited, you know?!" he said, pointing to his tented underwear.

    "Well, why don't you bring your friend over here and let Mama take care of him for you?" she smiled.

    That night they made love for the first time in over a month.

    Joe's "artistic" experiments were becoming very therapeutic for him. Each picture he created got wilder and wilder. Each one got him more and more turned on. Cathy didn't know what had gotten into him but was thrilled to have him fucking her again. The very same Friday, Joe took Cathy out for dinner. They ate and drank a lot of wine. Both of them were feeling very horny by the time they returned home. They kissed in the kitchen and prepared to go to bed when Cathy reached into the cupboard and pulled out a box of lady finger cookies. Joe studied her form in profile and got a brave idea.

    "Don't move, alright! Just stay like that. I'll be right back!" He ran across the house and grabbed the digital camera, returning in a matter of seconds. Huffing and puffing, he said, "I want to get a picture of this. It's so sexy watching you do that."

    Cathy giggled and obliged him. "You like that, huh? How this?" She posed sexily, faking giving the cookie a blowjob.

    Joe smiled back at her and took a few more shots. "That's great. Just do it a little bit more, please."

    Cathy grinned back at him toying with her top button. "Don't they usually use something bigger when people take these kinds of pictures? Let's see what we've got." There on the kitchen counter she found what she was looking for. "Oh, a banana! How did that get here?" she kidded. Picking up the fruit, she slowly slid it towards her lips and placed the first few inches into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.

    Joe took picture after picture of his wife's teasing. Within a few minutes, he got her to unbutton her blouse down to the bottom and pull it completely out of her skirt, so that it hung loosely by her sides, revealing her pretty bra underneath. At his instruction, she held the banana a few inches from her mouth in profile and slowly brought it to her lips, a little at a time.

    Too excited to wait any longer, he dragged her back to the bedroom for some serious sex. Their lovemaking was conventional and conservative but Cathy was pleased that her little exhibitionist game had inspired such a result from her husband. Whatever it took, she knew she would be happy to play along, as long as he continued to fuck her.

    Meanwhile, Joe's hobby started getting more and more involved. Armed with his new batch of raw material, he had fun for days. Cathy's active participation in his photography made for truly superior pictures. The drawback of that was that the photos he previously took of Cathy sleeping paled by comparison. They were very poorly lit, badly focused and, of course, unposed.

    Also, his crudely drawn cartoon penis no longer worked for him. The pictures just looked silly to him that way now. Joe knew what he had to do. He needed pictures of real penises to match the real poses he now had and hoped to get in the future. He started out by taking a few shots of his hard penis. This was working out much better. After carefully selecting the area of the photos that contained his penis and cutting them out, he was able to make clippings that could be manipulated like crazy. Joe made up about twenty such photos his first night, showing his disembodied cock sliding into Cathy's mouth.

    Joe was improving all the time with his new brand of art. He spoke to Cathy about going out on Saturday night and maybe having a repeat performance. Cathy was game but, as luck would have it, her period started on Friday night and she begged off, asking Joe if they could reschedule for the following week. It wasn't that she didn't want to comply with Joe's wishes. It was just that she usually didn't feel very sexual when she was menstruating. Besides, Cathy knew inside that her chances of getting pregnant at that time of the month were next to nothing. She would rather that Joe saved up his sperm to increase their chances.

    Joe felt very depressed again. Just when he was starting to really feel attracted to his wife again, he faced rejection. Of course, logically, he could hardly blame her but it didn't make his dick feel any better. And so he found himself alone in his room that Saturday night, drinking heavily, feeling sorry for himself, and looking over his pictures. Here he had all this great porn, so he thought, and no one to share it with. Well, that was about to change, he thought.

    He chose one of his favorite shots, the one that he made with her and the banana, except that this one had the banana removed, with a picture of his cock in its place, and started to make it ready to post to the internet Usenet newsgroups.

    At the last moment though, he began to feel some remorse, and chickened out some. He decided to block out Cathy's eyes with black, making her anonymous. No one would know it was her. Still, the fact that HE would know made it incredibly exciting. Along with the photo he wrote, "Husband and wife - looking for nude male model for artistic photo experiments. Must have large cock. No experience necessary. Send email." Then Joe pushed Send, and the deed was done.

    Joe felt a tremendous sense of vindication after posting the picture. After all, it was HIS work, wasn't it. She had contributed very little to the process except for sucking on a banana. Maybe some kind soul would enjoy his work and email him some feedback. Maybe he'd find some pix of new dicks to use in his latest works. One never knew. It certainly seemed to be worth the risk. Anyway, the bitch deserved it - didn't she?! he reasoned through his drunken stupor. After all of her snide remarks questioning his manhood, she had it coming.

    Knowing his work was now "out there" on the Net, Joe felt a tremendous sense of power. He was extremely aroused, and couldn't help jacking off. As he did, his heart pounded in his chest and he gasped for breath. When he came, it felt as if all the anger he had stored up through the years welled up inside of him and came out through his cock. For a change, Joe's cumshot spurted all the way up to his belly button.

    Joe shuddered as his balls rumbled. He practically blacked out from the pleasure. For at least ten minutes, he lay motionless, slumped in his chair, waiting for his breath to return to normal.

    Finally, Joe stirred, looking around as if he had been sleeping. His orgasm helped lift him out of his drunken stupor. In his mind's eye, he could now retrace the events of the past hour. Suddenly, he realized what he had just done and thought to himself, "Holy Shit! What the Hell was I THINKING!"

    Joe was a nervous wreck. He couldn't believe he had actually posted one of his ridiculous works of art. Now, everybody in the world was going to see his precious Cathy almost naked. He'd hear from everyone he knew and both of their lives would be ruined forever.

    He tried to calm himself down. At least she wasn't nude in the photo. The picture he had posted was shot from the waist up, and all she had been displaying was her pretty black bra. Oh, and also, her solid, flat stomach. It was one of her more sexy attributes, Joe admitted, but truly it was far less than she routinely would display at, say, the beach, for instance. And, of course, he had blurred out her face, and no one but him would probably ever figure out who she was. Then, of course, there was the issue of the disembodied penis that he had added to the picture. Well, no one would ever figure out that that was him. No, he was probably pretty safe that no one would ever recognize them. And if anybody ever said anything, he could always deny it.

    That night, Joe slept restlessly, tossing and turning, and sweating from time to time. A couple of hours after he had gotten into bed, he arose to check and see if anyone had left him any email.

    They had not. Joe retired and slept a little better. In the morning, he checked his email again but there was still no response. He double-checked the newsgroup to see if, in fact, his picture had properly posted, hoping against hope that, perhaps, something had gone wrong and it never made it. He did find the subject listing and opened the message to view the photo. He shuddered for a moment, feeling mostly shaken. Another part of him found it strangely exciting. He quickly closed the message and walked away from the computer, swearing to himself to never, ever do that that again. He was fully expecting to hear back from someone about his picture, waiting for the inevitable "other shoe to drop" that would ruin his marriage.

    But it never happened. No one responded at all - not two hours later - not ten hours later. By the next day, Joe felt greatly relieved. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Nobody gave a shit about his silly photos.

    Within a few days, Cathy's period ended and Joe got laid again. As he had sex with his wife, he treated her extra sweetly, as if to make it up to her. All was right with the world, at least, for awhile. It wasn't long before the same scenario played itself out again, though. Cathy would get her period and then say something nasty to Joe.

    This time Joe knew exactly where to turn. Armed with a hefty glass of Scotch and three newly edited photos, Joe went to the same internet newsgroup to post more shots of Cathy from the "Banana Session", as Joe was now calling it. This one featured Cathy with her blouse totally open and stripped out of her suit, to reveal her sexy, flat stomach. Her breasts were displayed more prominently in these shots. Though still encased in her pretty bra, their beautiful shape was clearly evident. Once again, Joe's heart fluttered as he posted the photos.

    He decided to leave out the dick shots this time and, of course, his request for "dick models", realizing that he had probably been "pushing it" last time. He was lucky that no one had read his posts or decided to take him up on it. After jacking off, he went to sleep, confident that he had gotten it out of his system for the time being and, that no one would care.


Chapter Three

    Joe was only partly correct. Someone was indeed paying attention and, in fact, had been monitoring him since his very first post. His name was Dale Henzl, a divorced 40-year old and lover of fresh amateur porn. He saw great potential with the beautiful, young female he had seen in Joe's posts and decided to drop him a line. The next day, Joe read it shakily. The email was relatively innocuous - basically, "Hey, that's a great looking woman you have there. Please post more."

    Still, it shook Joe up some.

    The next day, Joe decided to look at his post again - revisiting the scene of the crime, as it were - and saw that a followup post had been left by someone. Sure enough, it was Dale, going on about what an incredibly beautiful woman she was. It didn't bother him nearly as much this time. In fact, he found it kind of exciting that another guy found his wife to be attractive. He decided to drop Dale a line and politely say Thank You. Little did he know that this seemingly harmless exchange would be the start of a long-lasting communication between them.

    Dale had seen it before, the shy withdrawn husband, getting his rocks off while posting pictures of his wife on the Internet. He knew that, with his encouragement, he could get more from Joe. It was only a question of "how much?" He began to lay on the praise heavily, literally, begging Joe for more pictures.

    Joe felt very flattered and did what he could to comply. He managed to produce a few more photos from the Banana series. Dale went nuts, praising every aspect of the three pictures, at first.

    Joe was really getting into this and found himself jacking off again, drunk with the power.

    Then, via email, Dale made his first bold request. He asked Joe if he wouldn't mind meeting him for an Instant Message chat. Joe agreed and, the next night, after Cathy went to bed, he found himself communicating directly with Dale.

    Dale: Hey man, that chick of yours is absolutely awesome!

    Joe: Thanks. I'm glad you like her.

    Dale: Those pictures were so hot!

    Joe: So, which ones did you like the most?

    Dale: Well, let's see. I liked all of them except for one thing.

     Joe: What's that?

    Dale: That part where you blur out her face. The little I can make out, she looks really cute. Why did you DO that?

    Joe: Geez, I don't know. I guess I didn't want everybody to know it was her. Just trying to be careful.

    Dale: Well, I can see why you might be worried. With a fox like that for a wife, someone might want to steal her from you. :)

    Joe hadn't really ever considered that. He was just worried about keeping her anonymous. Deep inside, he was kind of tickled to think someone might want to "steal her" away. Still, he couldn't think of much to say, except for a polite ...

    Joe: Thanks. I AM kind of attached to her.

    Dale: Well, you're a very lucky guy, my friend. I wish my wife was that sexy.

    Joe: So, you're married too. How long?

    Dale: Divorced, two years. I was married six. How about you?

    Joe: Five, so far. So what happened?

    Dale: Well, everything fell apart after "the accident." I'm in Construction. Damned beam got me right in the nuts.

    Joe: Ouch! Bummer, man.

    Dale: Yeah. Anyway, once we found out I couldn't conceive children, things were never quite the same with the wife. She tried to hang in there with me. At the beginning, she was real supportive but, after a while, that "biological clock" thing just got to her. She started losing interest in sex and getting generally pissy with me. Eventually, we started fighting and she left.

    From that moment, the two men began to bond. They exchanged stories and Joe poured his heart out to Dale, telling him about his own problems with Cathy over his low sperm count.

    Dale saved every word that crossed his screen to a special folder on his hard drive entitled JoeAndCathy, for future reference. He pressed on, asking for more pictures of Cathy, or at least, for the chance to see some of the same one's he had already seen but, this time, without the blurred face. To sweeten the deal, he offered to send Joe some pictures of his ex-wife wife, and did so, before Joe could ask, and before their IM chat was even finished. Joe was impressed by Dale's ex, an older but still powerfully sexy looking woman.

    Joe: Man, so that was your wife. Wow! That's a good looking lady. Very sexy.

    Dale: Thanks. But, like I said, that was taken before "the accident". So, do you have any more to send to me?

    Joe: Uh, gee. I don't know. Let me see what I can come up with.

    Dale decided to let him off the hook for now but begged him to think it over, promising that the photos would never go anywhere but to his own hard drive for future jack-off sessions. They then signed off for the night, agreeing to meet at the same time tomorrow.

    Joe wrestled with the concept all night. Dale had been so nice and so supportive of him, particularly once he had confessed the problems he and Cathy had been having. And the pictures of Dale's ex-wife - her name was Nancy, Joe remembered - were pretty hot, showing her stripping out of a sheer pink babydoll. He bet Dale had more shots of her to share with him. Her full breasts hung somewhat low but looked incredibly suckable. Joe wondered if there might be some way he could reciprocate without revealing too much of Cathy.

    He looked through his files and found a couple of unedited shots that were not blurred but were shot at a severe enough angle so that they wouldn't reveal much of her face. Yes, on further reflection, Joe said to himself, they looked very safe. That night, while sweat beaded up on his brow, he emailed them to Dale with the message, "Here you go. A couple of pix of Cathy without the blurred face. I hope you enjoy them as much as I've enjoyed the pix you sent me." Then, Joe jacked off, feeling both shame and excitement.

    The next day Dale replied to the photos with enthusiasm and, during their IM chat session, filled Joe's computer screen with praise.

    Each night for the next four nights, Dale begged to see specific photos that Joe had previously posted but, this time, in their natural, unaltered state. Each request was for a specific photo, starting with the tamest poses that revealed little of her face. Incrementally, more and more of Cathy's face was revealed to him. Dale continued the compliments, raving about Joe's sexy wife, while his language got more and more graphic. Joe was delirious from Dale's flattery and, by week's end, wound up sending Dale the entire Banana series, completely unedited.

    Joe asked for more too, starting out with more pictures of Nancy. Dale was happy to comply. In the last file from Dale's most recent batch of photos, he included a shot of Nancy on her knees, looking up at the camera and holding what looked to be an absolutely huge dick in her hands. That night, while on IM with Joe had to ask.

    Joe: Hey man, is that YOU in that last picture?

    Dale: Yeah, that's me. Why?

    Joe: No reason. That's a really cool shot, that's all. You got any more like that?

    Dale: Well, I have a few more of Nancy and me, but that's about it. There's also one of me at a swinger's website I subscribe to.

    Dale knew he would ask. Most guys did, once they'd seen his enormous dick. Once in awhile, he'd meet up with a closet Gay guy but, most of the time, they were just curious straight guys. There was something fascinating about his huge dick. It's sheer size evoked a sense of marvel and wonder. They were both intimidated and awed by it. Dale knew he had him hooked now and started reeling him in. Immediately, four new pix of Nancy stroking Dale's dick appeared in Joe's email Inbox, accompanied by a website address.

    Joe thanked him and logged off. Then, he went to the website Dale mentioned and checked it out. The ad read, "Nine inches of prime Nebraska beef available for single ladies and committed MF couples. Let's make your dreams come true." Below it, there was link to send anonymous email, and a small, grainy, black and white picture of Dale's dick. It was obviously a self-photographed picture, shot from above, of Dale's hard and fully engorged dick. Resting atop the head, he had placed an American quarter, to help give the viewer a sense of the true width and length of the organ.

    Joe took note, "So, he's in Nebraska, eh?" he said to himself. That seemed a reasonably safe distance from his California home. Then he began to get ideas. He had long ago given up on the thought of getting another guy to model for his animated poses but, now that he knew Dale, maybe that idea wasn't so far fetched. After all, the ad HAD said, "...make your dreams come true", hadn't it?! As far as Joe knew, Dale hadn't seen any of his special "dick" shots and, definitely, hadn't seen any of the animated ones he'd made.

    Joe decided he'd try something out and see how Dale responded. That night, he painfully chose one of Dale's pix. It had to be one where Nancy's hands were not in the way very much and one where the angle was closest to a corresponding shot he had of Cathy. Carefully, he selected the outline of Dale's penis from the photo and started to layer the image over one of his Banana pictures, as he had done several times before with pictures of his own penis.

    As Joe looked at it, it wasn't a very good match. The angle was off somewhat and Dale's dick looked ridiculously huge next to Cathy's lips. Dale's dick wasn't really THAT huge, was it?, he wondered. Still, Joe was satisfied that it would get his point across. In fact, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it and, before long, Joe found himself jacking off to his new creation. Just before cumming, he typed out a brief message to Dale, with one hand of course, and attached a copy of the photo to the email. The message read, "I felt creative and thought I'd make you something to say 'Thanks for all of your supportive words.' Hope you like it... Joe." Then, as he pushed Send, he felt the cum rumble up in his balls, on the way to a satisfying orgasm.

    As soon as Dale saw Joe's message in his Inbox, he smiled. He knew he'd hear back from Joe. They always did. And when he saw the picture Joe had sent him, he wasn't the least bit surprised. Oh, he hadn't been expecting THIS, exactly. In fact, Dale shook his head and laughed at the novelty of Joe's cut-and-paste creation. Still, he knew that he had Joe's interest now, and that it was only a matter of time before Joe would come back for more. Dale continued to study Joe's artwork and found he really did enjoy what Joe had done. He jacked off at the sight of his cock so near to Cathy's lips. Now, if only he could get her naked!


Chapter Four

    The next evening, Dale was online waiting for Joe. When Dale saw him come online, he waited until Joe contacted him first.

    Joe: Hey man, whacha doin'?

    Dale: Jackin' off to a picture of your wife.

    Joe: Oh, so you liked it?

    Dale: Liked it? I fuckin' loved it. I already came all over myself once today, looking at it.

    Joe: Wow! You did? That's awesome.

    Dale: Oh yeah man. In fact, I hope you don't mind me saying this but, I want to fuck your wife SO BAD!"

    Joe was surprised but shouldn't have been. Deep inside, it was exactly what he wanted to hear - exactly what he needed to hear. He was truly pleased.

    Joe: Well, it was just a quick mockup. I mean, I coulda done better, if only...

    Dale: If only what?

    Joe: Well, it usually turns out better when I have a model that is actively helping me, you know, posing so that the layers match.

    Joe was trying to sound like he had done this hundreds of times before.

    Dale: So why don't you invite me over and I'll pose with her for you?

    Joe was pleased with his interest but knew there was no way that he could comply with Dale's wishes. Not wishing to lose his interest though, he began to negotiate with Dale.

    Joe: Sorry, no can do. I'd like to help you out but, the truth is, Cathy doesn't even know you exist. In fact, she'd have a "shit fit" if she ever found out I sent you those photos. Even if I considered telling her somehow, I already know she's WAY too much of a prude to even consider asking someone else into our bedroom.

    Dale: So, what do you want from me then?

    Joe took a major gulp and forged ahead.

    Joe: Well, I was kind of hoping that, just maybe, I could ask you to take a few photos of yourself for me? Nothing major. Maybe just a few profiles? Then maybe a few of you simulating fucking? That is, if you don't mind.

    Dale: Mind? Why should I mind? I'd love to but, let me get this straight - you want me to take photos of myself, acting like I'm fucking your wife, so that you can create "make believe" pictures of her fucking someone else?

    Joe: Yeah, something like that.

    Dale: Why don't you just let me fuck her? I'll let you take any pictures you want.

    Joe: I already told you man, I can't. Unless you can figure out some way to do it without her knowing.

    Dale: Well, there's an idea. I tell you what, I'll think about that. Meanwhile, if you won't let me fuck her, what else do I get?

    Joe: I don't know. What did you have in mind?

    Dale: Well, for starters, can I at least see her naked?

    Joe: Gee, I don't know. She hasn't even posed naked for ME yet. I'm still working on that. I thought, for now, I'd just ask her to do some more shots like the Banana stuff and work up to it.

    Dale: But that could take months. Listen buddy, your wife is a fox and everything but I know real women who actually want to fuck me. Why don't you look me up when you're ready to play for real and we'll talk? I gotta go.

    Joe began to feel like his opportunity was slipping away, that he would lose all contact with Dale and never have this chance again. He had to think fast.

    Joe: Wait! I have an idea. You got a webcam?

    Dale smiled to himself and said...

    Dale: Yes.

    Joe: Well, I just got a new one. I haven't set it up yet but it's really small - small enough that I'm sure I could hide it somewhere in the bedroom.

    Then he quickly added...

    Joe: And I guess if I get her really drunk, she'd probably never even notice it.

    Dale: Well, that's a start, but I have to tell you, if I'm gonna play this game, I'm gonna want a little more in return than just some old webcam pix. A couple of things at least.

    Joe: Alright, so what else would you like?

    Dale: Well, let's see. Has she ever played with toys?

    Joe: Not really. Once I put a little plastic vibrator on her but that was it.

    Dale: Then we'll have to start small - to get her pussy used to it.

    Joe: I don't understand.

    Dale: It's very simple. For the next couple of weeks, I'm gonna send you some of my favorite toys. Oh, also, I'll throw in a blindfold. If you get her to wear that, you won't have to worry about hiding the camera. Can you take her out on Friday?

    Joe: Uh, yeah, I guess. Friday's good. She's on her period right now but she'll definitely be all done by then. Do you think you can get the stuff here in time?

    Dale: Let's see. Today is Monday. Yeah, no problem. What time does she get home on Friday?

    Joe: About 5:30PM

    Dale: OK. Look for me about 5 o'clock and we'll do a little test to make sure it's all working. Then, I'll look for you online around 10, OK?

    Joe: Sounds good. Do you need my address? It's a mailbox place.

    Dale: Yeah, email it to me now. I'll wait.

    Joe's hands trembled as he typed out his address. Knowing Dale was in Nebraska gave him some comfort.

    Dale: Thanks man. I'll put it all together and mail it out as soon as possible. So, this is what you need to do. Take her out and make sure you get her real drunk - like close to passing out drunk, if possible. Then, use the toy I send you on her sexy pussy, so I can see it on the webcam.

    Joe: OK, I guess that sounds fair. Anything else?

    Dale: Well, if I think of any more specific instructions, I'll send them along with the toy. Also, next week, when we do this again, I might like to send you some special clothes for her to wear or some more toys. Do you think you could do that? Then, we can talk about what poses you'll want from me?

    Joe: Ugh, sure thing. I can do that.

    Dale: Good. Keep an eye on your mailbox. I'll talk to you soon.

    The two men said their goodbyes and Joe shuddered when he thought of what he had agreed to. Still, he also found it terribly exciting and jacked-off before going to bed.


    Chapter Five

    A couple of days passed and Joe had not heard from Dale or the package he had promised to send. On Thursday, he received a brief email to inform him that a parcel would be waiting for him at his mailbox place in the late afternoon. Joe invited his wife out to dinner and she happily accepted. On Friday afternoon, Joe went down to his mailbox and retrieved a small brown package, marked only with his name and address and just "D. Henzl" where the return address should be.

    Joe got the package home and opened it. The note inside said, "Joe, For tonight, please just get her used to this toy and get her used to wearing a blindfold. Make sure she gets it all the way inside of her. Use the remote controlled vibrator on her. Also, use lots of the lubrication I provided. I like it cause it looks a lot like cum. Make sure you use the whole bottle and drip some on her pussy mound. I love to see a woman covered in cum. Take lots of pictures of it, too. I'll look for you around 10PM. Thanks Man. Your buddy...Dale"

    Joe opened up a blue box that was inside and pulled out a large flesh-toned latex dildo. It was totally realistic looking, from its big rubbery wrinkled balls, to the detailed network of veins on the shaft, with a wide mushroom shaped glans and a slit-like hole on top. As he turned it around, he thought it looked a lot like Dale's dick but, somewhat smaller.

    In fact, it wasn't much larger than his own five inch cock - maybe an inch longer and, definitely, thicker but not so big as to be scary. Joe was thankful for that. At this smaller size, she'd be much more willing to give it a try. Mounted on the underside was a suction cup. Also, inside the box was a small remote control. Joe flipped the switch on and the rubber dick came to life, vibrating powerfully from within.

    "Cool!" Joe thought. "She might actually enjoy this."

    Finally, Joe saw the small bottle of Silky Smooth, a lubricant in a clear plastic bottle that resembled pearl-colored nail polish. Wrapped around the bottle was a $100 bill held on by a rubber band with a small note that read, "For Dinner Tonight. Have Fun... DALE"

    Joe thought to himself, "Gee, that really wasn't necessary," but pocketed it anyway.

    He set up the webcam and tested it out with Dale. Dale hadn't set his up yet but it really didn't matter since it was only important that Dale could see what was going on.

    When Cathy came home, she changed into her dinner clothes. Coming into the kitchen, she showed off her little black dress and asked, "Where are we going to dinner?"

    Joe, announced, "Baby, tonight we're going out BIG," and Cathy giggled enthusiastically. She looked adorable to Joe and he took the opportunity to take out the digital camera and take a quick picture of her just before they left. Cathy didn't mind, and secretly hoped there might be more photos later, since it had gotten her husband so horny last time.

    At the restaurant, they ate and drank. Joe felt like a real "sport", particularly since he knew he had Dale's $100 bill in his pocket and could easily spring for an extra bottle of wine. Joe kept up with Cathy but made sure she had way more than her share, refilling her glass constantly. By the end of the night she had probably had at least five or six glasses of wine and was pretty wasted. On wobbly knees, Cathy lead the way to the bedroom. Joe followed close behind. Cathy started to pull her clothes unceremoniously over her head when Joe stopped her, grabbing his camera.

    "Not just yet," he said. "I want to take a picture of this. You look so hot!"

    "Oh do I?" Cathy said, mischievously. "Do you want to see me strip?" she said, sexily holding the top of her dress up up against her body. The straps were already off of her shoulders.

    "Yeah, strip for me Baby. Just like that." Joe called. "OK, slowly let it fall from your body." He took many pictures and Cathy found herself posing this way and that, pushing out her butt and trying out all of her cheesecake poses. All along she kept saying, "How do you like that? What do you think of this?" until she was totally naked in front of Joe's camera.

    As soon as she was totally nude, Cathy called out, "OK let's go to bed."

    Joe stopped her again. "Wait. Just a few more things. I've got you a surprise I think you'll like. Close your eyes."

    Cathy smiled and closed her eyes for him, "Oh goody, I love surprises!" she said.

    Joe picked up the dildo and pressed it into Cathy's palm. "OK, you can look now."

    She looked and her eyes first went wide. Then, she started to giggle. "What do you want me to do with THAT?" she cackled.

    "Just try it a minute, for ME. Please?" Joe begged, using his sweetest voice.

    "Geez, I don't know, it looks awfully big," Cathy said, with a leery eye.

    "Well, maybe you could just pose with it a little. It's also a cool vibrator. Good for the outside..." he explained.

    "Oh really, how do you turn it on?" she asked.

    "You don't. I do," Joe said with a grin. "Check this out." With that, he produced the remote control and casually turned it on.

    The thing sprung to life in Cathy's hand. She burst out laughing. "OK, OK. But make it stop! Make it stop!"

    Joe turned it off quickly. "Sure thing. Did it scare you?"

    "No. I think it just kinda freaked me out for a second there. I didn't expect it to do that," Cathy answered, honestly.

    "So do you think we might be able to try it out? Just for a few minutes?" Joe pleaded gently.

    "Gee, I don't know. That was pretty intense." she paused for a moment, indecisively.

    "Aw, come on," Joe pleaded.

    "Wel-l-l, I guess we can try it - but NO pictures!" she said, sternly.

    "No pictures?!" Joe protested. "But that's the best part for me."

    "Well, you don't expect me to shove that huge thing inside of me while you stand there taking pictures, do you?" Cathy retorted.

    Actually, Joe hadn't asked Cathy to shove anything, anywhere, just yet. That thought had come out of Cathy's brain, which was already jumping ahead in excited anticipation of such an inevitability. In fact, her arguing was only hot air - a last ditch, desperate attempt - hoping to cling to some small semblance of control of the situation.

    Joe knew that she would eventually relinquish control to him, and started negotiating with her. "OK, just calm down," he began. "I'll tell you what. Let's just see how it goes. Meanwhile, I have something else here for you to try that just might help."

    Joe pulled out the blindfold and swiftly put it over Cathy's eyes. "See, that way, you won't see anything and can't feel self-conscious. Then I can turn up the lights too. Besides, it's kind of cool, not being able to see. It makes everything else seem more intense. Don't you think?!"

    "This is not helping, Joe!" she whined.

    "Aw, come on, Honey. Give it a chance," Joe cooed in a soft voice. As he spoke he reached around her waist to massage her breasts, squeezing them gently and grazing his fingers over her nipples.

    "Well, I don't know..." Cathy was giving in. She didn't really buy his story about the blindfold but she was quickly realizing that Joe was very intent on getting his way, and at this moment, she didn't want to do anything that would start an argument and keep her from getting fucked. Besides, between the alcohol and his insistent breast massage, she was rapidly losing all resolve.

    "Alright, if this will make you happy. I'll try it," she relented, getting in one last word before resigning herself to his control.

    "Alright!" Joe cheered. "You'll see. It'll be fun." Joe helped her walk backwards and positioned her so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then, he quickly undressed, and removed the sweater he had laid on top of the dresser to cover the webcam.

    Finally, Dale could see right into the room. He sat in his car, directly across the street from Cathy and Joe's house. Dale had followed Joe home from the mailbox place that afternoon and, through the miracle of wireless communication, was monitoring the entire thing, using a laptop. Of course, his angle was somewhat limited to the one stationary webcam but, for the moment, Joe was making it easier for him by having Cathy sit up directly in front of the camera.

    Joe was having fun, knowing that his wife was on display. He couldn't help lifting up her firm breasts from underneath and pointing them directly towards the camera. Cathy's nipples were hard as rocks by now and Joe grabbed each one of them between his thumb and forefinger, holding them out and away from Cathy's body, pulling them out of their sockets and towards the camera, while Cathy moaned in pleasure.

    Joe stopped to give her a breather and went to grab his digital camera. Quickly, he snapped off a few shots of Cathy, blindfolded and squirming in place, waiting for more attention. He picked up the vibrator and held it up, posing like a product model and giggling to himself. He held it straight up and down, then brought it close to Cathy's body, laying it between her breasts. He turned on the vibrator with his remote control and slowly rolled it over her firm breasts like a rolling pin, stopping briefly at each nipple to listen to Cathy's increasing moans. Then, he brought it down her body till it was level with her young pussy.

    Joe turned off the vibration for the moment, laying it down by her side, and took the opportunity to spread Cathy's knees far apart. He reached for the bottle of Silky Smooth and liberally coated the vibrator with the lubricant. It really DID look like cum, Joe noted. Next, he placed it at the lips of Cathy's cunt and gently began to prod at her cunt mouth with the toy.

    Cathy was very wet and excited, yet tense at the same time. She was in very unfamiliar waters right now. She wanted her husband to have his fun, though, so she took a deep breath and relaxed her cunt muscles enough to allow the dildo entry. Instantly, it slid inside of her.

    Joe almost came without even touching himself. Since the dildo looked somewhat like Dale's dick anyway, it was easy for him to fantasize that his friend's dick was penetrating her now.

    He continued to work the cock up inside his wife until a little more than half of it was inside her. Then he left it there, the base of it resting on the bedspread, in between her butt cheeks, and took up his camera for some more photographs. Joe took several shots from many different angles.

    Meanwhile, Cathy's pussy relaxed to easily accommodate the latex invader. As it was, she was no more stuffed than she usually was when she was having sex with her husband. Blindfolded as she was, though, she had no idea that there was still more of it left to go.

    Joe returned to her side and pulled the cock out of her pussy very carefully, until only the head remained inside of her. Then, he slid it back up into her, slowly, working it in another inch or two further than before. Firmly, he held it there, while Cathy's pussy stretched out even more.

    Cathy grunted at the increased intrusion, but took a deep breath to try and remain relaxed. It worked. Cathy's pussy stretched some more.

    Joe slid the dildo back out only long enough to go in for another stroke. This time, he managed to get the whole shaft lodged inside of Cathy's pussy. Pleased with his handiwork, he stepped back a few feet to get a better view and take some photos. Cathy's mouth hung open in surprise. She had never been so filled by anything in her life. This thing was HUGE - way bigger than her husband's cock. And yet, she noted, she had managed to take the whole thing fairly easily. Then she jumped as she felt Joe turn on the vibrator function. Slumping backwards, she caught herself and leaned back on her hands, stiff-armed, her breasts heaving upwards.

    Joe loved watching this and began to stroke his erection. "That's beautiful baby. I love watching that big cock up inside you. I can't believe it fits!"

    "I know. It's, uh, ugh, wonderful..." Cathy slurred her words, grunting at the same time. It was getting to be too much for her. She was starting to lose it.

    Joe returned to take a few close-up photos and stroked the cock in and out of her a few times. Deciding he needed to see more, he placed his right hand over Cathy's right hand and lifted it up, placing it over the base of the vibrator. Then he gently stroked it in and out some more, showing her what he wanted her to do.

    Cathy picked up on it and began to fuck herself with the dildo. She couldn't believe she was actually DOING this. It did feel amazingly good though, and Cathy couldn't believe how incredibly WET she was through all of this. In fact, she had never felt so wet before. Her pussy was literally dripping.

    Outside, Dale was chuckling aloud. He was pleased by how well things were going. Once he saw Cathy fucking herself with the dildo, a moment he had captured on his hard drive forever, he produced his own remote control from his pocket. It was a secondary gadget unlike the one that Joe had, that was tuned to a different radio frequency. It's purpose was to turn on The Pump.

    Dale had custom-built this dildo himself, modeling it after his own cock in shape using a Mold-A-Johnson kit. Using wax molds, one could make a fairly accurate reproduction of their own cock with one of these. The kit also included the optional embedded vibrator that Joe controlled. In addition, Dale had installed an electronic pump inside the cavity of the balls, which could drive the contents of a small reservoir of fluid up through a narrow tube, exiting through the small hole in the tip.

    It was pretty powerful, too - a variation of the commercially available Squirting Penis which one usually filled with lubricant, or synthetic Artificial Cum, sold separately. it was particularly popular among older, menopausal women who had trouble staying wet during sex.

    Dale had added the remote functionality to it and one more important thing. About a half hour before Joe picked up the package from his mailbox place, Dale had added something else - his own semen, freshly spanked from his prick only moments before he dropped off the package. By now, it was several hours old but Dale took great pleasure in knowing that his cum was presently inside of Joe's wife.

    He watched as the girl fucked herself with the dildo. After the first few squirts went inside her, he paused the remote for a few moments, giving the cum a chance to work itself up inside the girl without creating suspicion.

    Besides, the amount of cum was a fairly limited supply. The well was only about one third full. Usually, Dale could cum a lot. In the past, he had been known to completely cover women with his cum, producing enough jism to "decorate" their faces and boobs. Still, though, he really only produced that kind of volume when he was actually fucking a woman. Since he was only jacking off this time, and in a bit of a rush to get his cum into the vibrator just before it was time for Joe to pick it up, his balls could only manufacture a modest amount. Perhaps, next time, he would figure out a way to get more cum into the vibrator. For now, he was sure he had a few more squirts left before the chamber would be empty. Dale guessed, it would just have to do. He counted to ten, and then watched for Cathy to plunge it all the way in again. As she did, he fired the remote one more time, holding his finger down on the trigger so that it would shoot the rest of its wad - his wad - deep inside of her.

    Cathy felt the wetness within but assumed it came from her own, already drenched pussy. She couldn't wait a minute longer for Joe to fuck her. She wanted to rip the wonderful toy from her pussy and yell "Fuck me!" to her husband but, somehow, the words never came. It was as if the dildo had taken possession of her body and was merely using her hand as a vehicle to continue burrowing itself within her, determined not to stop until it had brought her off.

    In the end, the only words from her mouth were a strangled, "Grrragh!" as her cunt muscles clamped down on the latex cock and her pussy went into a full throttle orgasm. Cathy shook and twisted on the bed while her hand continued to cram the dildo inside her, right down to its base. She couldn't stop herself and continued to writhe in pleasure until she went limp.

    As she twitched with gentle cum aftershocks, Joe could not take it any longer. He jumped onto her, pulling the dildo out as he mounted her. At this point, the actual sex was almost an afterthought. Cathy was overstimulated enough as it was but tried to bear it for her husband's sake. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait very long for Joe to finish.

    Joe couldn't feel much tension inside her - the wider dildo had stretched her cunt muscles out some - but he was so excited that within only a couple of minutes he came, gently squirting his cum shallowly past her already oozing cunt mouth.

    Dale smiled to know his cum was now mixing with Joe's. For starters, he knew it would provide "cover" for his own cum that was already leaking out of Cathy's pussy. Secondly, he felt a real connection to his new friend Joe, now that their cums were commingling inside Cathy's pussy. It was a bonding that made them kind of like blood brothers in his eyes. Dale knew he'd have to do this again and that he'd have to get closer somehow. He decided to drive home and plan his next move.


    Chapter Six

    Dale had work to do. After arriving home, poured himself a beer, set up his video camera, and grabbed a jar of vaseline. Then he turned up the lights, focused his video camera on the couch, and hooked it up to his TV monitor. He sat down, set his laptop alongside him and started it up. Next, he grabbed the camera's remote control, took a swig of his beer, grabbed the jar of Vaseline and settled in for a nice jackoff session.

    Dale slipped out of his clothes and made sure the camera zoomed in on his crotch. When he pulled his underwear down, his cock came thumping out. After what he had just seen, he was certain he was about as excited as he could be, and knew he could produce an impressive amount of cum for the camera. He sat back and watched the video he had just captured of Joe and Cathy on his laptop, making sure that the camera could also clearly see the laptop's display.

    As he watched the video again, he couldn't believe how easily Cathy took to the special vibrator he made just for her. It was very impressive. Seeing a model of his own cock, even though it was reduced in size, penetrating her pussy was extremely exciting for him. He now knew that she would have no trouble with the next stage of his scheme - taking in a full size version of his cock. Heck, from the looks of things, she'd probably really enjoy it, too.

     As he jacked himself off, Dale took the time to speak to Cathy as if he knew her personally. This was really done for Joe's benefit, since he was certain that Cathy would never actually see the tape. Still, he wanted Joe to feel like he and his wife were already on familiar terms. He also interjected his usual heavy dose of praise of Cathy to Joe, and included phrases like, "I can't wait to see my dick in that picture," referring to the video animation Joe was planning on making. However, it could also be read that he wished he could actually BE in the picture. He continued to make ambivalent and complimentary statements that Joe could read any way he wanted.

    When Dale's cum erupted, he made sure he used the zoom feature on his remote control to capture the full arc and power of his cumshot. It really was a huge load, and completely drenched his hairy chest and groin. Dale groaned in satisfaction, making some final comments like, "All for you, Baby" to the camera, before fading out. Then he showered and changed in order to begin work on next week's project.

    ***********

    Back at the Alberni residence, Joe and Cathy lay side by side. Cathy had long since passed out totally, the blindfold still shrouding her eyes. A peaceful smile crossed her lips.

    Joe lay panting and exhausted, fading in and out of consciousness. What a woman he was married to?! He couldn't keep up with her. Her pussy had completely milked every drop of cum he had. When he first rolled off of her body, he noted how almost no cum leaked from her pussy. He felt as if he had cum a lot but, apparently, it had all been easily consumed by her hungry snatch - a mere drop in the bucket for her. He felt winded and wasted. His heart was pounding from his overexertion. He knew he had to get into shape. If he didn't, Cathy's pussy would kill him. A moment after that thought, he passed out for the night.


    Chapter Seven

    The next day, Cathy commented on what a great time she'd had, even if she didn't completely remember how it ended. Her pussy was definitely happy, however, after having received more stimulation than it had in a very long time. She wondered if they'd ever get to do that again.

    Joe was a little freaked out as reality began to set in. He couldn't believe he had actually allowed someone else to watch him fuck his wife. It was almost as if he had actually invited the guy in. Heck, he may as well have! Joe struggled to wrap his mind around what he had just done, then decided it was just too much to swallow all in one gulp. He ignored it all day and, later that night, after tucking Cathy into bed, he crawled into a bottle of Scotch to dull his senses.

    Within an hour, he sat, shit-faced, in front of his computer. An Instant Message alert flashed onto the screen. Although he should've expected it, in his present state of drunkenness, it took him by surprise. It was, of course, Dale.

    Dale: Hey Buddy. That video was just awesome! Thanks so much for doing that.

    Joe didn't know what to say at first and, after a brief pause, just settled on a simple and polite...

    Joe: You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it.

    Dale: Liked it. I fuckin' loved it. You have the hottest wife and MAN does she have a great body!

    Joe: Do you really think so? I mean, could you really tell anything from the webcam? Joe was starting to loosen up but hoped he'd say he hadn't seen much.

    Dale: Well, the one angle I had, I loved. Maybe next time you'll take some video for me.

    Joe: Uh, yeah, next time. Dale, that's what I wanted to talk to you about...

    Joe was trying to figure out a way to tell Dale he was ready to back out of their arrangement.

    Dale: You did. That's great. Hey man, you should see the video I made for you.

    Joe: You made a video, for me?

    Joe was suddenly interested.

    Joe: Can I see it?

    Dale: Sure, man. I just put it up on my website so that you could go get it. Here's the URL. Check it out. I'll give you a minute. BRB, I gotta go get something anyway.

    Dale sent him the web site address and Joe took a minute to go visit it. What Joe saw there, amazed him. There was Dale, looking at the webcam video of his wife and him, jacking off his huge dick. Joe got a little nervous at first at the sight of his wife on a video at a website. Heck, anybody could see this thing if they knew where to look, Joe thought. Then again, the picture was pretty small and, really, no one would be able to tell that it was Cathy from so far away. And, of course, she was blindfolded, which served as a mask as well. Joe figured it was all very safe, after all. Then, he relaxed and continued to watch the video. Joe started to touch his own already hard cock.

    Cathy actually did look awesome in the webcam video. He was immediately struck by how well his wife took to the latex cock inside her and how incredibly loud her moans of pleasure were. He watched as Dale stroked his cock to the video of his wife sticking the smaller replica of Dale's cock inside of her.

    When Joe saw Dale's cock spew forth his cum, his jaw fell open. Gobs and gobs of the stuff flew into the air and coated Dale's stomach. It was more cum than he could produce in a month! Joe's brain was going into overload. His hands shook as he pulled out his own dick. Just as the video finished, Dale came back online.

    Dale: Shit, man. I'm sorry that took so long. I fuckin' locked myself out. I had to climb the fence to come in through the backyard. What do you do when that happens?

    Joe was still shaking.     

    Joe: Uh, Cathy and I have one of those fake rocks in the back yard.

    Dale: So, did you see the video?

    Joe: Yes, I did.

    Dale: What did you think?

    Joe: It was fucking incredible. I thought you said you were sterile?

    Dale: Yeah, I did.

    Joe: Then how the Hell do you manage to put out so much goddamned cum? Very impressive.

    Dale: Oh, I was always able to do that. I didn't lose that ability. I'm just shooting blanks now, that's all.

    Joe: You mean, that's all seminal fluid.

    Dale: Every bit of it. After the accident, I did some reading and experimenting and came up with my own special formula of vitamins, minerals, and herbs to help me cum as much as I used to.

    Joe: So, do you think it would work for me? I barely cum at all.

    Dale: Well, it might. It might not make you any more virile but it would definitely help you shoot more. The babes love that.

    Joe: How often do you have to take it?

    Dale: Oh, I just take it right before I have sex. That's all you need. It's pretty powerful stuff.

    Joe: Really? That's amazing. Do you think you could send some to me? I'll pay you for it.

    Dale: That's OK. I'll send you some for free. I just need you to figure out a way to get your wife to do what you did last week again. I have some new things I want you to try. Do you think you can get her drunk again?

    Joe: Yeah, she really liked it last time. I don't see why not. What did you have in mind?

    Dale: Well this week, I'd like her to try out another dildo, only this time, it will be bigger.

    Joe: You mean, "Dale sized?"

    Dale: Ah, you noticed I modeled it after me, eh? Yeah, the same size and shape as my dick. I figure, if I can't actually fuck her, I can at least watch her play with the dildo and make believe it's me. She seemed to like it last time.

    Joe: Yes, she did. But I'm a little worried.

    Dale: About what?

    Joe: Well, it's just that you are really big, my friend. I'm afraid she'll be too scared to try it.

    Dale: No problem. You still have the blindfold, don't you?

    Joe: Yeah?

    Dale: Well, this time, I want you to put the blindfold on her first. That way, if you tell her it's the same dildo as last week, she won't know the difference and she'll try like hell to get it up inside of her. Trust me, she'll adjust to it.

    Joe: Yeah, I guess that would work. OK, anything else?

    Dale: Yeah a couple of other things. Do you have headphones of some kind around?

    Joe: Yes, I do.

    Dale: Well, I want you to have it ready with some of her favorite loud music. Tell her she'll feel even sexier if you remove her hearing from the mix, as well as her sight.

    Joe: OK, is that it?

    Dale: No. One more thing. After she cums on it, I want you to handcuff her to the bed and fuck her from behind.

    Joe: What?! You gotta be kiddin'?

    Dale: No, I'm not. Look, I'm gonna send you these special handcuffs. Actually, they're more like wrist straps. They're vinyl and padded and they go around the wrists and ankles. Much more comfortable. They reach several feet. After she cums on the vibrator, I want to see her laying on the bed on her stomach, with her ass up in the air. I want to see her hands tied to the headboard and her ankles tied to the mattress frame.

    Joe: No way, man. I'm sorry but she'll never let me do that, no matter how drunk I get her.

    Dale: What if she was completely passed out and you knew she wouldn't wake up?

    Joe: Yeah, but how could I be sure she wouldn't wake up and punch me in the face or something?

    Dale: Oh, that's easy, man. I'll send you some "roofies."

    Joe: Some what?

    Dale: Rohypnol, the date rape drug. You heard of it, right?

    Joe: Oh yeah. Don't tell me you've actually got some.

    Dale: Oh, absolutely. Here's what you do - Does Cathy like Margaritas?

    Joe: Yeah, sometimes.

    Dale: Well, it doesn't have to be a Margarita but that's usually a good one for hiding the taste.

    Joe: OK, I understand. Go on.

    Dale: So, you could take her out for some Mexican food or something like that and can start getting her drunk there. A couple of drinks should be enough.

    Joe: Gotcha. We wouldn't want her to overdose.

    Dale: Of course not. Then, after you get home, make her one more Margarita. I'll give you a pouch of some ground up pills for you to mix into her drink. It'll take about 15 or 20 minutes to really kick in but that'll be just about the right amount of time for us to watch her cum on the new dildo and then pass out. Then you can tie her up and fuck her any way you like.

    Joe: And you'll send me the stuff you take that makes you cum a lot too?

    Dale: Yes, you can pour some into your drink and the other powder into hers and you'll both be ready around the same time. You'll cum like crazy, I promise.

    Joe: OK, cool. Send me the stuff. Oh, and just make sure you label what powder is for who. :)

    Dale: Oh absolutely. See, this is gonna be fun, right?!

    Joe: Yeah, it'll be great. I think I'll do it on Saturday night this time. Will that be OK for you?

    Dale: No prob. It'll be in your mailbox Saturday afternoon.

    That week, Joe watched Dale's video ten times, at least, and jacked off so many times, he lost count.


    Chapter Eight

    In the next few days Dale had his work cut out for him. Within a day, he had a new dildo that was an exact replica of his own. The thicker size allowed him to put a little stronger vibrator inside the base of the shaft. He installed the pump inside the balls and tested it out with some water for the time being.

    The next day Dale drove by and staked out the house, waiting for both Joe and Cathy to leave for work. Once he saw that the coast was clear, he let himself in through the unlocked side gate and stepped into their backyard. Then, he set out to find the artificial rock that Joe had mentioned. The yard was not very large and contained almost no rocks anyway, so it took only a few minutes to track down the rock that contained the spare door key. Then, we went out to the local hardware store and had a copy made for himself. In no time at all, he was back at Joe and Cathy's house replacing the original key.

    Dale stepped up to the front door to test out his new key. A quick flick of the wrist and he was safely inside. He scoped out the layout of the house, getting a sense of where everything was. He then walked up the stairs to locate the bedroom. He sat down on the bed to rest for a moment and reflect.

    Dale was very proud of himself. He knew that Joe assumed he lived far away and didn't know their home address. He also knew that Joe would be excited and worked up and not able to think clearly once he saw the video of his jackoff session. The whole bit about him locking himself out was a bullshit line that Dale made up to get Joe to tell him about the key. Yes, Joe had taken the bait, hook-line-and-sinker. Dale looked around and found Cathy's underwear drawer. He removed a pair of panties, took a deep sniff, and sighed peacefully. Then, he replaced them, went downstairs, and let himself out.

    Joe didn't hear from Dale for a few days. In the interim, he spoke to Cathy, telling her how excited he was about the new phase their love life had entered into. After a couple of days, he broached the idea of taking her out to dinner again, perhaps somewhere loud and fun, and expressed a specific craving for Mexican food.

    Cathy was all for it and held out hope that her husband's renewed interest in her might help her get pregnant after all. Besides, she felt all warm and gushy inside at the thought of playing with that toy. She was still amazed at how wet she had gotten!

    And so, it took very little effort for Joe to set up an encore performance of last week's proceedings.

    All day Saturday, Dale was very worked up in anticipation of the night ahead. He loved seeing his cum shooting into and dripping out of Cathy's pussy but, today he did not wish to waste any of it on the dildo, so he filled it with lube only. After it was filled to the brim, Dale closed up the box and brought it over to Joe's mailbox place.


    Chapter Nine

    Joe was very excited after bringing the new box back home. His heart fluttered in nervous anticipation and his hands shook as he attempted to pull off the tape and open it. Catching himself, he paused to get himself a beer, just to calm his nerves a bit. Then, he returned to opening the parcel.

    It was somewhat larger than last week's box. Sitting on top were the handcuffs. Joe held them over his head, observing their length. Yes, they would be plenty long enough to reach all corners of the bed, he noted.

    Then he pulled out another bottle of lube, once again wrapped in a note by a rubber band with some money sticking out. Joe opened it and found not one, but two hundred dollar bills this time. "Wow!" Joe thought. "I guess he really likes this." Joe tucked it into his pocket and smiled. It was definitely going to be a fun night. He read the note which said, "Don't forget, make her wear the blindfold AND the headphones. Pose her with the dildo the same way as last time. Then flip her over and tie her to the bed, so I can see her ass. The pink envelope is for her. The blue one is for you. Have fun! ... DALE"

    Joe peeked into the envelopes and saw that they both contained slightly nondescript white powders. Joe's looked a little different, containing some herbal-looking flecks. He moistened his pinky and dipped it carefully into the envelope and drew out a tiny bit of the powder on his fingernail. He tasted it and made a face. It was a fairly standard, bitter taste, not unlike aspirin. Now, Joe understood why Dale suggested he mix it with a powerful-tasting drink like a Margarita. Tequila was probably the only liquor that tasted strong enough to mask the flavor. Joe tucked the small envelopes into his pocket for later.

    Finally, he pulled out the last remaining item - the box he now knew had to contain the dildo. Joe drew out the phallus and held it up, the base in one hand, the shaft resting across his other palm, like some one admiring a fine sword. Joe unconsciously drew his hand across the shaft, somewhat awed by finally being in the presence of Dale's cock, even if was only a latex reproduction. Seeing it up close for the first time, he shook his head and wondered how Cathy could ever get it up inside of her. It was a good thing she was going to be blindfolded first, otherwise she'd never agree to trying it. He knew he'd have to work her up to it and that it would take plenty of lubricant to pull it off. For now, he put it away near the already hidden webcam.


    Chapter Ten

    That evening, Joe and Cathy had a great time out at dinner. He took her to a place that featured great Mexican food and a live Mariachi band. They ordered a pitcher of Margaritas, which worked out to be roughly equivalent to a couple of glasses each. Throughout dinner, Joe made it a point to comment on how the Margaritas in the restaurant were good but not as good as he could make himself. By the end of dinner, he vowed to prove his point by making a night cap for the two of them at home.

    Cathy thought Joe's bragging was a little silly but was tipsy enough to just giggle and agree to go along with it. She remembered how Joe's playful antics of last week had really excited him, inspiring him to new heights of sexual passion. Cathy held out hope that this week would be no exception and that it would increase her odds of getting pregnant. She knew that she was right in the middle of her cycle and felt the familiar pangs of her ovulation. Tonight could very well be "the night."

    Besides, it wasn't exactly unpleasant for her, either. Yes, she'd had to play with that foolish dildo for his amusement - oh, and yes, she also had to wear that silly blindfold but, all in all, it wasn't that bad. In fact, as she recalled the intense vibration of the dildo, AND the wetness it brought forth while it was inside of her, her pussy began to get damp. Actually, it WAS kind of fun, after all, she mused. Her excitement grew as she wondered what fun and games Joe had in store for them tonight.

    Once they arrived home, Joe raced to the kitchen to make his Margaritas. His fingers trembled and nearly dropped the small paper envelopes that contained the powdered preparations. He placed the cocktails in large glasses with straws, and added the contents of the envelopes to the individual glasses. Then he stirred them up well and sampled a tiny bit of each to ensure that they were drinkable. Then he brought the drinks upstairs to the bedroom.

    Joe whistled at the sight of Cathy, who had changed into a sexy new red teddy. Beneath it, she wore a matching red thong and nothing else. Joe offered Cathy the cocktail and said, "God, I'm so parched. All that spicy food, I guess. Well, here's looking at you, Honey. Down the hatch." Joe began to swig the entire drink, anxious to get on with things. Cathy sipped it more slowly, not enjoying the taste terribly.

    Joe saw this and spoke up, "Aw come on, honey. Drink up! You don't want to hurt my feelings, do you?" he said, with puppy-dog eyes.

    Cathy felt bad and proceeded to down most of her drink, figuring it would be best to get the bitter taste over with quickly. As she finished, she was already starting to feel somewhat buzzed. Joe thanked her and kissed her deeply for about two or three minutes. Then he stopped to announce the next step. "OK, Honey. I was wondering if we might play a few more games tonight - you know, like we did last week."

    "OK, what sort of games?" Cathy asked, smiling coyly.

    "Oh, nothing big," he lied. "Just more of the same old stuff. Here, let me start us off." With that announcement, Joe sat Cathy down on the edge of the bed and produced the blindfold. He quickly put it over her eyes, as Cathy smiled to herself, excitedly.  Then, Joe stepped back to admire his beautiful wife and uncover the webcam so that Dale could see in.

    From outside in the car, Dale smiled to see everything going smoothly. "OK, Man. Put the headphones on her now!" he said to himself.

    "Come on, this was fun when we did this last week. Remember?!" Joe said cajolingly.

    "Uh-huh," Cathy nodded.

    "OK, so this week, we're gonna try just a little bit more. I'm gonna put some headphones on you so that you can listen to some music for awhile. The idea is to take away your hearing, as well as your eyesight, so you won't know WHAT is going to happen next. I think it'll be even more erotic, OK? Can we try that?" Joe asked, with a touch of humor in his voice.

    "OK," Cathy agreed.

    Before she could change her mind, Joe turned on the music and placed the headphones over her ears. "OK, is that comfortable?" he asked, pulling one away from her ear for a moment.

    "Uh-huh," Cathy nodded again.

    Joe got down on his knees in front of Cathy. Gently, he massaged the insides of her thighs, causing goose bumps to break out on her skin. After a while, he brought his hands under her teddy and up to her waist to slip his fingers into the sides of her panties and draw them down and off her legs. Then Cathy gasped gently, as Joe dove his head down under the hem of her teddy to kiss her directly on her clit. Joe knew he'd have to get her as excited as possible before he could attempt to use the new dildo on her. He set to work on her snatch.

    He licked all around Cathy's pussy, searching for the juices he knew lay just beyond her lips. Immediately, Cathy's lubrication dripped outward. Joe nuzzled her pussy mouth, dipping his tongue into her inner lips, encouraging them to dilate and dribble out more of her love cream. Joe smacked his lips and went in for more, dipping his tongue ever deeper into her hole. He began to lose himself in his work, feeling really buzzed from what he figured was the alcohol and really excited by what he knew lay ahead.

    Cathy was getting really worked up, too. After Joe had licked out her insides for a good five or six minutes, he withdrew his probing head and returned to lick around the periphery of her clit. Making smaller and smaller circles, he worked his way towards her love button. As he got nearer and nearer, he occasionally flicked his tongue over her clitoris which, by now, was poking out of its sheath in anxious anticipation. By the time he reached his goal, Cathy squealed with delight.

    Joe flattened his tongue and pressed the widened middle of its surface across the top of her pussy and pressed in. Cathy, instinctively, wiggled her hips, searching for more contact. Joe knew that this would get her going and waited patiently for her to establish her own rhythm against his flattened tongue. Cathy ground her hips back and forth against his tongue.

    Meanwhile, Joe inserted a finger into her pussy and began massaging her insides. He gently pressed his finger down, feeling around the inside of her hole, and gradually stretching it out in preparation for the dildo. Before long, he had worked two fingers in as well, stretching her even wider, before moving back to only one.

    Soon, Cathy was going crazy with lust and felt her pussy gripping onto his finger. She jumped, her ass rising off the bed, and squealed with her first orgasm of the night.

    "I-I-I-I-yah!" she squeaked, convulsing gently against him. She collapsed her chest inward, bringing her head down for a kiss. Joe's lips rose to meet her, his head starting to swim as well.

    After a minute, he focused and rose to get the dildo. Joe, once again made a mock ceremony of showing the dildo off for the webcam for a moment. Then he pulled one ear away from her headphones in order to speak to her.

    "How you are you doing?" he asked with genuine concern.

    "Just fine, thank you," she smiled, contentedly. "A little tipsy, I think."

    "Yeah, me too, but I'm having a good time. Do you remember this?" he asked, as he placed the large hunk of latex against her mound. Taking her hand, he guided it to the toy and let her feel it.

    "Uh-huh," she nodded.

    "I want you to put this up inside you again, OK? Would you do that for me?" Joe asked.

    Feeling its size again, Cathy felt somewhat apprehensive but gulped and nodded her head in agreement.

    Joe guided her hand to the base of the dildo, and paused for a moment to squirt a large dollop of the lubricant over the head of it. Quickly, he drew his hand over the shaft to spread the lube around. For a brief moment, he daydreamed, once again, that he was jacking off the dick of a stranger. He shook off that thought and guided the head to Cathy's opening.

    Cathy applied some pressure but was having difficulty getting it in. "I can't do it!" she complained.

    "Don't give up!" Joe pleaded, talking into one ear again. "You can do it! Remember, you took it in just fine last time. Just relax. It'll go in, I promise." With that, Joe quickly replaced the earphone and squirted some more lube on the shaft and around Cathy's opening.

    Cathy took a deep breath and tried again. This time she adjusted her bottom slightly, opening up her legs a bit wider and pressed a bit harder. This seemed to do the trick and Cathy grunted as her cunt mouth stretched wide enough to allow the head to slip past her inner lips. "Ahh," she gasped. "Jesus, it's so big."

    However, she did not stop, working another inch inside of her. She twisted the shaft gently, feeling her juices mingling with the lubricant on the shaft, and her inner walls gave way to allow another two inches inside of her. She pulled it out, twisting it as she did and, as a result, lubing it up even more, and then pressed it back inside of her. This time the shaft probed deeper, drawing a surprised but pleasant sigh from Cathy's lungs.

    As she exhaled, more of the dildo snaked its way up inside of her. It was as if she was no longer consciously controlling it now. Cathy's head began to spin as she struggled to remove the invading cock from her vagina. She managed to draw the cock out of her pussy to within a couple of inches. Then, suddenly her hand took over and shoved the entire nine inch shaft back in. It seemed like her hand had a mind of its own.

    Joe smiled and stepped back to watch his wife, with Dale's dildo stuffed deep inside of her. Satisfied that she had succeeded in taking every last inch, he reached for the remote control to turn on the vibrator function. Cathy squirmed as if she were being electrocuted. "Ah-Ah-uh!" she grunted mindlessly.

    Cathy began to fuck herself with the wonderful toy, sliding it in and out of her love tunnel easily now and feeling the delicious hum radiating through her groin. Soon, her own pussy was humming the same tune, as she plunged the giant rubber schlong deep inside herself.

    During one such stroke, Dale jumped in excitement and pulsed his own remote for the first time. As he did, he watched as a look of bewilderment passed across Cathy's face. The shot of fake cum lubricated her further and elicited a heavy squirt of her own juices in response. The dildo slid freely in and out of her now. Another pulse from Dale's remote control made Cathy's mouth hang open in astonishment. Her hand began flying faster and faster as the increasingly slippery latex log brought her closer and closer to another orgasm.

    Joe couldn't take being a casual observer any longer. He stood beside her on the bed and brought his dick up to the side of Cathy's face. The seething female turned her head and allowed him to stick his dick into her mouth. She sucked on him cooperatively but halfheartedly, never having been very excited about cocksucking, and feeling distracted from the pursuit of her own orgasm.

    A minute later, she gave up sucking him and fell backwards on the bed, as an enormous orgasm took over her body. Cathy shook and violently bounced her ass up and down on the mattress, burying the nine inch shaft firmly within her. Her brain spun round and round, as she cried out in ecstasy. Finally, she came down from her orgasm and loosened her grip on the still vibrating dick.

    Joe's breathing was irregular and forced. He struggled to grab for the remote to stop the vibrator and spare his overstimulated wife. He pulled the dildo from her and dropped it carelessly over the side of the bed. As he did, Cathy rolled over onto her other side and began to breath with difficulty as well, babbling incoherently about how wonderful her orgasm was.

    Joe felt tired and confused but knew he had one more chore to do. He reached for the restraining straps and tied one of Cathy's hands to the left bedpost. Then he rolled her over onto her stomach and tied the other arm to the other side. Finally, he tied both of her legs to the front legs of the bed.

    Joe saw his wife laying submissively spread-eagled on the bed and proceeded to climb onto her back. He somehow managed to get his softening dick inside her pussy and began to hump her clumsily, feeling little resistance from her pussy muscles. Before he could even finish, Joe was seized by an uncontrollable feeling of sleepiness. Feeling suddenly exhausted, he passed out on top of her back.


    Chapter Eleven

    Dale knew that the drug had finally taken full effect. He had added a tiny bit of basil powder to Joe's formula, just to make it appear to be different from Cathy's and made the dosage a little stronger but, in fact, he had placed the same drug in both of the packets he'd sent. As he watched the young couple laying on the bed, breathing heavily, yet otherwise, motionless, he knew it was finally time to act.

    He turned off his computer, grabbed his video camera, got out of the car, and walked towards the house. Then, he opened the front door with his new key and slipped inside. Dale climbed the steps confidently, pushed the half open bedroom door with his index finger and stepped in.

    What he saw before him made him smile. Neatly tied up, with her legs spread wide open, and her wonderfully hard ass pointing up and out, lay Cathy, her pussy already wet and oozing with cum.

    The only thing wrong with the picture in front of him was the sight of her lump of a husband, Joe, halfway blocking his view. Dale walked over to the bed and placed his hand on Joe's shoulder to turn him over. As he did, Joe's glazed eyes opened briefly to stare blankly at him. Not comprehending his surroundings, Joe simply uttered a childlike, "Hi!" before being rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

    Dale proceeded to set up his video camera, taking a moment to pull Joe's sleeping body out of the picture. Then, he stripped out of his clothes, pausing before pulling down his briefs. As he did, he posed some, lifting up his semi-hard penis for the benefit of the camera. Joe had wanted him to pose, hadn't he?! - and, gosh darn it, now that he had the chance, he was going to do his best to oblige him.

    He walked over to the side of the bed and crawled up next to Cathy's head. He removed the headphones from her ears, and then discarded the blindfold. Cathy wasn't looking at anything in particular anyway and wouldn't be needing them any longer.

    He grabbed her hair and turned her head sideways, facing his cock. Then he brought the tip of his cock up to her luscious lips and gently pressed forward. Defensively, Cathy turned away from the cock in her face.

    "Still got some fight left, eh?" Dale said to her. His eyes scanned the room, observing the cocktail that Cathy had left partially unfinished. He was not worried. She still seemed sufficiently fucked up, if not completely unconscious. "So much the better. This way you can actually enjoy this," he bragged. Once again, he turned her head back and started to stuff his hardening dick into her mouth.

    "Mmmph," Cathy moaned, as her mouth was suddenly filled with cock. Her mouth filled with saliva and her tongue struggled to repel his oral attack. Instinctively, she swallowed her saliva, all the while being unable to prevent him from penetrating her maw. Within seconds, his cock had inflated to nearly full size. Dale started to slowly fuck her mouth, pressing all the way to the back of her throat. She choked and gurgled but eventually managed to keep up with the flood of saliva and, now, precum that filled her mouth. Within a few minutes, she lost the will to struggle. Soon after, her more relaxed tongue became a source of pleasure to Dale.

    Dale felt her relax and paused a bit, withdrawing his cock long enough to refocus the video camera for a close-up of her angelic face. Then he gently fed his cock into her, knowing the camera was capturing her sweet lips instinctively wrapping themselves around his cockhead. He fucked her face gently for the next couple of minutes, then stopped to move on to other things.

    "Sorry you missed that, Joe. Those were just the kind of pictures you would've loved to have made yourself with your stupid Photoshop. Anyway, I'm gonna give you both a little something now - something for being so nice to me," he said to Joe's sleeping hulk.

    Dale moved around in back of Cathy, untying her legs as he went. Then he climbed up on the bed behind her and lifted up her lower torso so that he could place a pillow underneath her hips. Now, her ass was pointing straight up and directly back at him. He reached his fingers under her and began to diddle her clit, insistently spreading the lube of the oozing cum around her cunt lips. He was trying hard to get a reaction out of her, and was pleased when he saw her butt begin to squirm and heard her lips utter a quiet moan. He saw that her pussy was starting to lubricate on its own again too.

    Dale adjusted the camera angle, spread some of the remaining lubricant on his cock for good measure, and placed the head of it up to the mouth of her snatch. Without touching his cock, he guided it to the outer lips of her cunt, allowing the camera to capture every nuance of his initial penetration without being obscured by his hands. He paused for effect, allowing his precum to drizzle over her cunt lips. As his seminal fluids rained on her pussy, the lips flowered open in wanton anticipation.

    Dale aimed his giant missile at her unprotected cunt and started to lean forward, his cock targeting her outer pussy folds. With a little more pressure, his cock was just barely able to slip past her inner cunt mouth. Dale groaned almost in pain. Her cunt was so tight, it was incredible. He was grateful that she had already had the opportunity to stretch herself out some with the life-sized replica dildo or he would never have been able to get any of his monster cock into her tight pussy. He paused for a moment with just the head of his cock inside of her to give her the chance to get used to his girth. A few beats later, he cycled his hips once, and gently pushed more of his shaft up into her snatch. He paused again and waited for her clenched pussy to loosen up further. After a few more tentative cycles, her cunt learned to accept the substantial presence within her and then began to cream around it. In no time, he was sinking the whole of his member inside her, right up to his swelling balls.

    Dale laid the palms of his hands firmly over the solid hills of Cathy's buttocks and began to rock in and out - slowly, at first - and only an inch or two at a time. While he did, his hands pulled on Cathy's ass cheeks, drawing her cunt over his shaft, and coaxing her to fuck back at him.

    Cathy's body reflexively took the cue and her hips were soon grinding back against him. A series of moans blew past her vocal cords. Her pussy juices commingled with his precum, forming a frothy foam, as he steadily worked his cock in and out of her.

    Dale knew she was ready for more now. He climbed up her back, dropping down into a prone position, resting his torso on his straightened forearms, and began to fuck her with longer strokes now. With each stroke, he got his back into it more and more.

    Cathy's mouth hung open in surprise at the sheer force and power of her ravishment. Her eyes opened wide, staring forward at nothing in particular. Dale lifted one of his hands off the bed, temporarily, to firmly grab her hair and turn her head on its side. Then he dropped down to his elbows, placing a good deal of his weight on her back. From this position, he started to fuck her with long swift strokes, punching his cock deep within her. Each savage thrust ended by banging into her cervix. With each pound against the back of her cunt, she gasped in surprise as ripples of pleasure swept through her channel. She mumbled, incoherently, words like "Yes! No! Yes! Oh, Joseph! Yeah! Fuh-fuh-FUCK ME!" over and over again.

    Not wanting to miss an opportunity to fuck with her head, as well as her pussy, Dale leaned down and started nuzzling the nape of her neck. He kissed all around and nibbled her ear some. As he closed in on her ear, he began to talk to her. In an insistent whisper, he said, "Yeah, baby! That a girl! That's the greatest pussy in the whole world! I love that pussy! Do you like that?"

    Cathy grunted and groaned, "Luh-uh-love that. Fuck!"

    Then Dale went for all the marbles. "You like that huh?! You want me to fuck you more?! You want me to cum inside you? You want me to make a baby inside you?"

    Cathy gurgled and drooled as he continued to throttle her pussy with his awesome cock. Through her drug-fogged head, the words "make a baby" managed to filter through. "YES!" she gasped. "Make a baby... in me... Joe!"

    Dale didn't care that she thought he was her husband. All he wanted was to hear her say those words. He loved it and couldn't resist the temptation to hear it one more time. "Do you want me to make a baby in you? Do you want me to make you pregnant? Tell me you want it!" he commanded.

    "Yes, I want it," she pleaded.

    "You want WHAT? Say the words! Say, 'I want you to make me pregnant!'" Dale instructed feeling his balls swelling beyond capacity and his scrotum drawing up his shaft.

    "Yes! YES! I want you to make me PREGNANT! I want you to give me a baby!" Cathy's drugged head was flying from the exertion and a bit of hyperventilation. Still, her hormones raced as the combination of Dale's cock and his words sent her pussy and brain into overdrive. The muscles of her stomach pulled in, while every sinew in her legs tightened, drawing her butt up and as far back against Dale's cock as possible. Her cunt walls grabbed onto his cock, choking it as it slipped in and out. Her orgasm rumbled from the tips of her toes, through her torso, up to the top of her head. She twisted her head wildly back and forth and from deep within her chest erupted the cry, "YES-S-S-S! Fuck me! O-o-o-o-o-oh, Yes!" over and over again.

    Dale felt the power of her pussy collapsing around him and could take no more. "Holy shit!" he cried out, as he found himself losing control. Like a giant beast, Dale roared from the deepest recesses of his chest as his orgasm took over. His cock thrust in hard, burying itself deep up inside her pussy and lodging against her cervix. His balls imploded and his cum rocketed out, the first shots firing straight up into her fertile womb seeking out her egg. Dale convulsed and bucked, wildly hosing her insides with ropes of cum that would've drowned the average person. His brain sizzled from the extreme pleasure as he felt her cunt squeeze, relax, and squeeze again on his shaft, milking his massive dick and coaxing every last drop of jism from his balls.

    Dale nearly blacked out himself, letting his full dead weight down onto her back. He gasped and thought, "Christ! This one was the best fuck yet!" Dale felt pride and power, knowing his cum was alive and virile. He grinned inside, knowing that, if she wasn't already pregnant, she would most certainly be pregnant now. His babymaking sperm had never failed him before!

    Yes, this was the smoothest con job he had ever pulled. Joe was so anxious to find sympathy, he had bought the line about Dale's "accident" almost without question. The gullible husband was so desperate for attention he had practically begged him to fuck his wife. In fact, had he not been unconscious, Dale maintained that Joe would've eventually asked him anyway. This was definitely more fun for Dale, though. Taking this sweet piece of tail was way more fun than waiting around just hoping for an OK from her husband. Besides, he was doing them both a favor, wasn't he?! Just as he had done the same favor for two other couples in the past two years.

    But this one was the easiest yet! Christ, he thought, the husband had even told him where the key to the house was! It was so successful he couldn't believe it. The only thing remaining to learn was whether or not his sperm was successful at knocking her up. Dale was confident his little spermatozoa had already penetrated her egg, as they had countless times before.

    At age twelve, he had his first sexual experience with the sixteen year old babysitter that was hired to watch his little sister. After only one try, he had managed to knock her up. From that early age, Dale knew his cum was amazingly potent and set out to bestow his talents on as many unsuspecting women as possible.

    Still, early on, it was more difficult to accomplish, as many apprehensive young single women insisted on practicing safe sex, thwarting him at every turn. Then, as Dale grew older, he learned that older married women were truly the way to go. So desperate were many of them for attention, that they frequently threw caution to the wind, just to get fucked. And, of course, he could knock them up without having to be responsible for his actions. Any pregnancies would be the problem of the woman and her husband.

    Of course, this more recent role of "surrogate sperm donor" actually made him feel good about himself for a change, rationalizing that he was making a contribution to society and making couples' dreams come true.

    Dale caught his breath and rose up off of Cathy's body. In a few hours they would awaken. He'd have to put Joe back up on the bed so that the husband wouldn't suspect anyone else had fucked his wife. Just before he packed up his camera - one never knew what use a video of this event might be to him later on - Dale retrieved the spent dildo from the side of the bed. He zoomed the lens in close, as he stuffed the dildo inside of Cathy's pussy. It acted like a big stopper to plug up her cunt mouth and keep the valuable cum that was swimming inside her from dripping out. Now, that he was satisfied that she was totally plugged up, he faded the video out. Then, he moved Joe back to the bed, got dressed, and left.


    Chapter Twelve

    Several hours later, Joe stirred. He watched her chest rise and fall as she slept deeply. He managed to drag himself to the bathroom to pee. Still mostly "out of it", he stumbled about the room, cleaning up the obvious signs of the wild sex that had obviously gone on, though he remembered almost nothing. He smiled to himself at the sight of his wife's butt, propped up on a pillow, with the dildo still stuffed up inside her pussy. As he slid it out, a huge gush of cum ran out of her love channel and onto the sheets. Joe's only conclusion was, "Wow! That stuff really WORKS!" He'd have to thank Dale for sharing his secret formula with him and wondered if he might be able to get some more from him sometime.

    Cathy slept through till morning and had no recollection of what had gone on last night. All she felt was a sensation of peace and contentment, and ultimate sexual satisfaction. Her pussy was slightly sore the next day but not terribly. In fact, the soreness only served to make her pussy and clit tingle all day long. Her brain might not have remembered what went on, but her pussy certainly did. Inside, she felt a glow and a sense of fulfillment she had never known.

    A couple of weeks later, Cathy missed her period. A pregnancy test revealed that she was, in fact, with child. The young couple couldn't have been happier. Joe even went so far as to write to Dale, thanking him for sharing his herbal formula, which he was certain helped him ramp up his sperm production enough to impregnate his wife. Dale smiled to himself, knowing he had succeeded once again.

The End