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My wife rolled down the window on her specially-built van and smiled at me. “Remember, you can’t leave the house. The first candidate will arrive today.”
“Are you sure about this, Shelley?” I asked, nervous. We had discussed it so many times, but even now, four years after the accident that had crippled her from the waist down, the idea bothered me.
“We both want children. Our children.” She smiled at me again. “And don’t think that I haven’t noticed that your trouser trout has been taking longer to rise to the occasion, for the one thing I can do for it.”
Shelley still gave awesome blow jobs, but with her not having any sensation or muscle control from the waist down, sex in any other way was barely possible, and no fun for either her or me.
I leaned forward, kissed her, and made it last. When I broke away, I repeated what I’d said in similar words many times before. “I don’t know how well this will work. I married you, I didn’t marry just the parts of you that I can have sex with.”
“I know, Keith.” She reached out her left hand and ruffled my hair. “Just give her a shot, and if there is anything between you, don’t break her. If it doesn’t work, I’ll look for someone else.”
“I don’t deserve you, you know that?”
“True.” She graced me with an impish grin. “I have to go now, or I’ll be late.”
I waved as my wife drove away. She would make sure my team lead knew I was taking a personal day. One benefit of both working for different departments of the same engineering firm. I had sent an email, but emails weren’t always read in the order the sender would prefer.
I showered to wake up the rest of the way, shaved and did other bathroom morning things. Then I grabbed a second mug of fresh java and fired up the computer to start checking emails, but carefully did not start the instant messenger. This was a day off. I would still check for critical issues, but I wouldn’t make myself available for casual contact. They had my phone number.
After I checked email, I thought about what I wanted to wear if my wife’s candidate arrived. I didn’t want to dress like a ragbag, or too uptight. I decided on casual, loose fitting black slacks and a red polo shirt.
I hope I don’t freeze up when she gets here.
The idea of having a woman to have more than just oral sex with again was definitely something I wanted on one level. Shelley and I had been sexual dynamite together since we met in college. She liked everything I could give, in every way I could give it, which had been new to me. She was the first woman I’d ever had anal sex with. The first woman who had even let me try.
If there’s anything I don’t like about this, it’s that I have no choice in who gets chosen before she sends them to me. I can reject them, but-
The doorbell rang, and my heart jumped up into my throat.
I laughed at myself and immediately dry swallowed. Then I took a deep breath and stood, brushing off my shirt and pants nervously before moving to the front door.
You aren’t fourteen again. Act like you’re an adult in control of yourself.
I looked through the peephole and laughed at myself as I quickly opened the door to a familiar face. “Hello Cathy, I wasn’t expecting anything from the office today.”
Cathy was one of the bike couriers contracted to work for our office. Downtown was not a place where couriers in cars moved packages quickly. She regularly delivered small packages to us when we weren’t in, since we lived about two miles from the office.
“No problem, Mr. Cole. All I need is a signature that you’ve opened it and inspected the contents.” She smiled and handed me the package before tapping the clipboard she was holding.
The package was about six inches by a foot, by four inches. A bigger package than what the office usually sent. The return address was simply the office address. It was heavily taped.
“Come on in then, and close the door. I’ll need a knife to open this in the kitchen.”
“Take your time. Air conditioning is good.”
I heard her smartphone beeping after she stepped in and closed the door, but I ignored her conversation as I opened the package.
When the wrapping was off, I opened the box. For several seconds, all I could do was stare. Inside the box was an assortment of oils, lubricants, and other sex toys and equipment.
“Cathy, are you, ah, sure this was for me?” I looked up, and saw her standing in the doorway.
“Yes. Very sure.” She was holding up a phone, with the screen facing me.
My wife’s face was on that screen, and she was barely suppressing laughter. “Yes. Cathy brought the right package to the right place. We’ve been talking about this for months.”
My mouth must have dropped open, because I had to close it. “Oh. I wasn’t expecting someone I knew.”
“That was quite obvious, heh. Well, I’m going to leave you two to whatever you get up to. You had better get past the ‘staring at her’ point pretty quickly though. I’ve told her some stories, erotik film izle and she liked what she heard.” She paused. “Cathy, you might have to lead him by the hand a bit, but once he gets started, watch out!”
Shelley disconnected the call, and the screen went blank.
My eyes moved over to Cathy’s body. A body almost every man I the office stared at, and some of the women too. It wasn’t that she was a physical goddess or anything, but because she was a bike courier, she didn’t have to adhere to the office dress code. Also, because she was a bike courier, she was fit.
Five-two or five-three, collar length brown hair, brown eyes, deep red lips framing a wide mouth, freckles and a button nose. Below that was moderately small set of very perky breasts under a long, tight blue tank top shirt. The lines of a sports bra were visible under the blue shirt. Farther down, baggy black gym shorts appeared below the hem of the shirt, framing damn fine hips. Under the gym shorts was a pair of knee-length biker shorts. Despite the baggy shorts, it was clear that Cathy was at least an eight on the ass-and-legs-meter.
She coughed into her hand as I stared at her. “Sorry. I feel a little underdressed for this, but your wife wanted it to be a surprise. I hope I haven’t-”
“No.” I broke in, before she could keep apologizing. “It was definitely a surprise. And I was admiring, not critical. I’ve never really had the chance to give you a good, long look before. Not polite in the office. I had to settle for little looks every now and then.”
“Like a lot of others.” She smiled, nervously.
I tried to think of something to talk to her about. “So, uh, did you finish college yet?”
“Yes. She’s really thought this out.”
“Oh. Well, yes. We discussed a lot of-”
“Can I call you Keith?”
“Keith, your wife has been very open with me about almost everything. I just graduated college. I have had all sorts of tests for diseases, and reproductive health. I know that you two want someone to have your children and be a surrogate sex partner for you, to give you the things your wife can’t.” She looked at me. “She knows you find me attractive. She’s seen you looking. The only thing she wasn’t sure of is if you would really be willing to do it.”
“I…” I looked at her, reminding myself that my wife had arranged it. Four years of only being able to get blow jobs moved my mouth for me. “…yes.”
Cathy smiled, regular white teeth peeked out from behind red lips. “The only other thing I need to know right now, is what’s in the box?”
Before I could move, Cathy took three steps forward, and bumped my thigh with hers, moving me out from in front of the box. She reached in and started pulling out oils and lubricants and setting them on the counter. “Ooh, coconut. I love coconut.” Her hands stopped moving, for a moment, then picked up a foil-wrapped container, and looked at it. “Magnum condoms? That’s, err, unexpected. She said you were big, but wouldn’t say how big.”
I needed to say something. “There’s plenty of lubricant, and I’ve been big all my life.”
Cathy didn’t say anything, just staring at the condom. I was afraid it was the wrong thing to say, that I’d moved too fast.
She paused and put the condom on the counter, then turned to me and smiled. “Sir, I’m afraid I’m going to have to inspect your package.”
I immediately responded to the obvious roleplay. “I’m certain it’s not too large to fit in your box, ma’am.”
“Well, sir, this is a special delivery. I’m afraid I must insist on unwrapping the package and measuring it, just to be sure.” She looked a little nervous.
“I can understand that, but the package contains sensitive material, and I don’t want anyone else to see it unwrapped. Can we move to another room?”
She turned her head to follow my glance at the kitchen window. There were three kids playing in the yard behind ours. “Of course, sir. Let me bring my packing supplies with me.” She picked up the box with one hand and started collecting oils and lubes.
I picked the condom off the counter and put it in the open box. “Follow me.”
In order to avoid the chance that she might feel trapped, I walked upstairs first. I did not take her to the master bedroom. We had agreed that was off limits until we found someone we liked enough to be a part of the family.
I opened the door to one of the two spare bedrooms, and entered ahead of her.
As I turned back towards the door, I saw she had hesitated at the doorway. “You don’t have to do this, you know.” I said, quietly, but loud enough to be easily heard.
“I know.” She held the box tighter, against her stomach. “This just feels a little weird. Like some sort of arranged marriage on a comedy show or something. Or a porno movie with an actual plot.”
I nodded. “It’s fairly strange feeling to me as well. I wasn’t expecting anything quite like this.”
She stepped into the room, and set the box of supplies on the film izle end table next to the bed. “Well, sir, would you please sit down, so I can unwrap your package for inspection.”
I laughed a little, nervously, and sat in the chair next to the bed. “Yes, ma’am.”
Cathy hesitated one more second, then shook her head and muttered something I couldn’t hear before kneeling next to the chair in front of me.
I stared to undo my belt, but her hands gently stopped me. “Sir, please let the professional courier do the package handling here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I smiled and laughed.
Cathy’s hands felt along my inner thigh, upper legs and hips through the slacks, lightly brushing against my cock. I had been slowly growing harder for the last several minutes, but that touch was electric. I started to grow faster. I could feel the skin of my cock head dragging against the fabric of the special underwear I had to wear.
“Oh, wow.” She almost whispered.
Her hands moved to my belt and quickly loosened the buckle, then the button and zipper.
I raised my hips, and she pulled off my slacks, letting them pool on the ground at my feet.
“I see you have special restraints for your package, sir.” She said as she traced her hands over the special underwear that served the dual purposes of redirecting my cock to the side if I couldn’t keep it from being erect, and keep it from falling out of shorts at the gym when I was working out.
“Yes, ma’am. My package requires special handling. If not properly restrained, it can be easily damaged, or exposed.”
She looked up at me, and her hands traced to the waistband of my underwear.
I nodded down to her.
She took a deep breath and pulled my underwear down, slowly and carefully.
I raised my hips again, and she pulled my underwear the rest of the way down. As the underwear passed the halfway point of my thigh, my cockhead flopped out of my underwear and slapped the chair with an audible noise.
Cathy stopped moving, and stared. “Whoa. Is that real? Holy shit.”
“Yes, ma’am. I don’t ship contraband.”
She jerked her head up to look at me, and laughed. “I’ll be the judge of that, sir. It seems too large to possibly be real. I’m afraid I’m going to have to subject it to a taste test.”
“Isn’t that a bit unorthodox, ma’am?” I replied.
She looked a bit nervous, so I gently put two fingers of my hand on her hand resting next to my cock. “Remember you can stop whenever you want. A lot of women walked away when they saw what you’ve seen. Others walked when they saw how big it gets.”
She leaned back on her heels, and gave me a short look in the eyes before responding. “I’ve heard people say that there’s nothing like a big cock. I’ve never had one anywhere near this big. I want to at least try it.”
“Sounds good to me.” I pulled my hand back, then inched forward until I as at the edge of the seat. “Do your worst, inspector. You will find that my package is genuine.”
She picked up my cock with both hands, and measured it. Still soft, it was about nine inches long. “Will it get much bigger?”
“Not much longer, maybe three inches or so, but it’s still fairly thin.”
She leaned forward. “I better try this now then.” She licked the head of my cock like a melting ice cream cone, twisting it a little with her hands to get to all sides.
I put my hand on her head. She paused, briefly, then continued. I took my hand off her head, since it had seemed to bother her.
When my hand left her head, she suddenly bobbed her head forward and swallowed several inches of my cock. Then she proved she knew what she was doing when she started humming. The head of my cock, in the top of her throat, was vibrating and the sensation was incredible. Shelley knew the same trick. Cathy was almost as good at it.
My cock started growing much faster. It only took a few seconds before Cathy has to pull it out of her throat.
“Well, sir, this package is definitely oversized, and will require special handling.” She started licking the head of my cock like an ice cream cone again.
I leaned back a little and gripped the edges of the seat with both hands, to keep from trying to grab her head again. “I’ve shipped this package before, a few times. With the right technique, it’ll fit in a surprisingly small box.”
Cathy suddenly put the entire head of my dick in her mouth. It was tight enough that her teeth dragged on the helmet, making me shiver uncontrollably for a second. Then she tightened her lips and sucked gently as she withdrew it again, dragging it slowly and gently between her teeth. After several seconds of amazing sensation, there was a wet slurping noise as the head popped free from her lips.
She looked up at me, and traced the goosebumps on my inner thigh. “Seems like I’m doing something right. How’s my customer service?” She blew air over the slightly saliva-wet end of my cock, creating more goosebumps.
“Definitely. I have no complaints.” seks filmi izle I panted as the intense sensations of the cooler air drove my cock to full size.
“I need to take a measurement, sir, stay still.”
I looked down at her, and watched as she put the heel of her palm against my pubic hair, and held my length next to her arm. It reached a little past her elbow. “Wow. A cubit.”
I shook my head. “Need to include outstretched fingers for it to be a cubit.”
“Oh, that’s right.” She adjusted her hand and poked her outstretched fingers into contact with the base of my dick. The head was now about three inches short of her elbow. She wrapped the index and thumb of her other hand around her forearm where the end of my cock was, then pulled away, settling back on her heels.
I’d seen other women do similar things, so I just smiled. She didn’t seem afraid, more fascinated. As I watched, she held her measuring arm in front of her with her other hand still wrapped around her forearm. “Damn. How is this even going to work?” She stood and held her fingers against her pubic area and pressed her forearm against her torso. She slid her marker hand off her forearm onto her stomach about halfway between her belly-button and her sternum.
“Really?” She raised one eyebrow at me. “I am an engineer, you know. Even if I just graduated. These numbers aren’t adding up.”
I chuckled at her perplexed expression. “You won’t be able to take the whole length, but it’s fun to see how much can fit. It’s a game Shelley and I used to play. She never managed to get more than about ten inches.”
“Ten inches of that in her pussy?” Cathy put one hand on the end of my cock, wrapping her fingers around it. Her thumb and middle finger were about two inches short of touching. She shook her head. “If you get eight inches inside, I’ll be surprised.”
“Like I said, it’s fun to see. I bet if we experiment, we’ll find a position where I can get deeper than that.”
Cathy’s face suddenly went still. I knew what she was thinking.
“She took this in her ass?”
“As an anal virgin. Yes. It took us two hours with toys and a whole lot of lube.”
She blew out a deep breath. “I’m not an anal virgin. I like anal, every now and then. Your wife said I would have to be able to do anal sex too, because you really liked it.” She shook her head. “But this is a lot of cock.”
I’m not going to force you to do anything.
“But if I won’t do anal with you…”
I decided to be a bit frank. “No offense, but we’ll have to find someone else. There’s no other way for me to get balls-deep in a woman. Anal is far more pleasurable for me than any other sex.”
She bit her lip, and stared at my dick as she stroked it gently. It was still getting harder. Uncomfortably harder. Talking about anal sex was really turning me on.
Four years. If she agrees, I’m going to have to be sure to go slow and not get carried away.
A large drop of pre-cum oozed out and formed a dollop at the tip of my dick.
Cathy leaned forward licked the drop off the purple helmet of my cock, then looked at me. “Do you have to fit all the way inside my ass?”
“It will. If you can get the head inside, the whole thing will fit. It just takes time and lube. My wife says that anal is the best orgasms, too.”
“I like anal, and I agree with her on the orgasms. But there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.” She leaned forward and licked the head of my cock like an ice cream cone again. Much more slowly this time. Several seconds later, she leaned back.
“I want to try it, but if I say stop, you stop.” Her expression was very serious.
“I will. We used to do anal a couple times a week. I always had to go slow, and give her time to relax every couple inches.”
She stared me in the eye. “You better.” She shook my dick back and forth with one hand. “This thing is a dangerous weapon.”
We both laughed.
I spluttered out “Handle with care?”
“Oh, definitely.” Cathy agreed. Then she looked closely at my member again. “Is it done growing yet?”
“I hope so. It’s starting to be a bit painful. You’ve got me really turned on right now, and it’ been four years since anything but oral sex.”
“You poor thing.”
She re-measured with her arm again. I was only two inches short of a cubit now, visually bigger than I remembered it ever being before.
“Did she put a measuring tape in the box? I’d like to see if I’m longer than thirteen inches. I’m normally around twelve or so. Never been past thirteen.” I leaned over and dragged the box nearer to me, looking inside. There was a tailor’s tape inside. I handed it to Cathy.
Laughing, Cathy joked. “I’d say sixteen inches, but I’m probably exaggerating.” She stretched out the tape and measured me, root to tip.
“Thirteen and a half.” She shook her head. “I’ll certainly be ready for natural childbirth if this works out.”
“Well, it’s a new record for me, but it’s not that big.” I held out my hands. “A baby’s head is-”
“Hush. I was joking.” She stroked my cock and licked another drop of pre-cum off the helmet. “Barely. I’m more worried about needing to wear diapers after having anal with you.”
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