Mammoth Erotica Collection 2
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The Replacement Wife
CHAPTER 1
From her wheelchair, Suzanne watched contently as her six year old, Suzie, played in the pool with her former babysitter, Amanda. They got along so well. But what struck Suzanne was how attractive the next door neighbor became since she lost her acne, braces, and excess weight, and took up fitness training, martial arts, and modeling. The cutie even got breast implants, which turned out absolutely amazing. Few women could rock a bikini like Amanda. She must have inherited her good looks from her father, who abandoned her before birth, because Amanda sure as hell didn't get any favors from her mother.
Wasting away from cancer, Suzanne watched enviously as the two girls chased each other with more energy than a quasar. She was going to miss her family so much. That was the worst part about dying -- leaving loved ones behind. It took many sleepless nights before she reconciled herself to the fact that she would not see her little girl grow up. Who would take care of her? Her husband was too busy running his company. Hell, who would take care of her husband? He couldn't cook, hated cleaning, and didn't have a sterling record picking out matching clothes. She closed her eyes and imagined, once again, what would happen when she was gone. Her wonderful daughter would grow up bitter, sad, and alienated, turning inwards and shutting out the world. Her husband Todd would either turn into a workaholic, a drunk, or both. He didn't have a clue how to connect with a lonely little girl. Suzanne feared her death would result in so much preventable misery.
Since the doctors revealed her fate, Suzanne obsessed with saving her family. She had to make the most of what little time she had left. She lacked the energy to otherwise enjoy life, so she focused on preventing her death from making her loved ones miserable.
Suzanne needed to replace herself: a caring wife for her hard working husband, and a kind soul to raise her only child. Finding someone acceptable to one, much less both, was much harder than she imagined. She had already exhausted the online matchmaking services. Taking charge, since she knew her husband wouldn't, she arranged dates with over one hundred women, but Todd didn't want to marry those worth fucking, and didn't want to fuck those worth marrying. He got laid several times, which helped, since Suzanne couldn't ignite her pilot light, but he didn't like them enough to keep fucking them, much less develop a loving relationship with one of them.
The failures were killing her. If Todd couldn't find someone special while she did the hard work of emailing in his name, then he sure wasn't going to date after she died. Then who would take care of her family? Dying young was bad enough, but leaving her loved ones in misery was more than her sanity could take.
Suzanne held up the pitcher of strawberry margaritas and Amanda got out smiling from so much fun, her body fucking flawless. The irony is that this was exactly the type of body that made good husbands stray. Suzie played at the other end of the pool as Amanda sat down and gratefully drank half the glass.
"How's college going?" Suzanne asked.
"Pretty good. Smartest thing I ever did was take my GED at 15 to start college early. I'm working part time at Hooters while taking classes full time, but this fall I'll have to reverse that since mom got laid off again."
"You need a boyfriend to help you out, financially. That's what Todd did for me."
The beautiful brunette laughed. "Yeah, but that's because Todd is a doll, while most men are total tools."
"You think you'll find a husband as wonderful as Todd?"
"Not with my luck. I'd sooner win the lottery. I've seen how Todd treats you like a queen. He's not a drunk, gambler, smoker, doper, liar, or a cheater. You must be shit-hot in bed to close the deal with him."
"You don't think he's kind of square? He's not hip, cool, or exciting like the guys who must hit on you."
The girl adjusted her bikini top. "The exciting guys never last. They have their fun, then move on. You know the saying: all the good men are married, gay, or wounded. Sometimes all at once. My major is business, so I like to assess their underlying value. Some are worth a night, others a few years, and a few rare ones a lifetime. The harder men are to replace, the more valuable they are. They say you can have health, money, or love, just not all three at the same time. I'm healthy and waiting for either the money or the love."
"You're pretty mature for a damn teenager. Would you get married if you found the right guy?"
"Suzanne, I work at Hooters and study at a state university. I'm not gonna find the right guy."
"What happened to the last guy? I liked his car."
Amanda emptied her glass and got some more. "Tuition doubled the last five years, doubled the five years before that, and will probably double over the next five years. I ran the numbers and concluded that I could not afford college without help. He lusted after me, so we made a deal. My virginity for a boob job, and all the sex he wanted in exchange for paying my school-related expenses. Which worked well for a few fun years. However, he must have found someone new, because he refused to pay for my fall semester, although his family is loaded. He said buying the boobs should cover him for another year. You'd think daily blowjobs would be compensation enough, much less all the sex, but men use money like pet owners use dog leashes. When he turned me down, I turned him out. What an idiot! After investing six grand on these babies," she said, cupping her boobs, "he is too cheap to pay for a state university. It's not like I'm hitting him up for Harvard. It's like splurging on a Ferrari, but not springing for the oil changes."
Suzanne sat up, totally alert. "Daily blowjobs?"
Amanda smiled. "Out of all the stuff I just said, that's what got your attention?"
"As my health fails, I have to live vicariously through others, but all my friends live boring lives, struggling to make ends meet while enduring bad relationships. Come on, I'll go first: Todd and I have less intercourse now, so I compensate with more blowjobs. He's got a beautiful eight inch cock, I love how he tastes, but I rarely have the energy to do it on my own. Instead, I just form an 'O' and let him fuck my face until he gives me what I want."
The girl finished her drink, then filled up another. "I never thought I would be having this conversation with you. Until recently I thought of you as Mrs. Richards."
"I'm still in my twenties, only ten years older than you, so don't make me feel as old as I look. You must enjoy oral as much as I do to give him daily blowjobs. I assume you're a swallower like me, instead of a spitter like most women."
The brunette laughed. "I've only sucked one cock, but it was a good one. At first I didn't like the taste of his juice, but then I got kind of addicted. And now I fucking miss it. Even more than the deep dicking."
"Tell me about it. It's been months since I've been able to suck Todd off. Poor man. Lately the best I can do is have him jack off into my mouth. With that body, I can't believe you've only been with one guy. You must have remarkable self-control. Most teenagers act like they have more hormones than neurons."
"Richie Sanchez kissed me in ninth grade, I let a total stranger feel me up at a concert, and a hot blond ravaged me the night I broke up with my boyfriend. We split up at a party, I had too much to drink, so when she started kissing me in front of him, I kissed her back. Soon our hands were all over each other. Then our clothes came off and I lost my lesbo cherry in front of everyone."
She finished her margarita and Suzanne poured her another.
"Don't you dare stop now!"
Amanda chuckled. "We had been shouting at each other, so I was totally worked up and I wanted to show him, in front of our friends, what he would be missing. Or so I tell myself now. I still feel like such a slut for 69'ing her in the living room, but once she got a tongue in me, I couldn't wait to tongue her back. I swear I've never come that hard in my life. And I said so at the time. Like a dozen guys jacked off on us. I never knew dicks could vary so much. I wish I remembered her name or number, because the video gets me going like Viagra."
"Swear you're not just fucking with a dying woman!"
"The guys spliced their cell phone footage together. The quality and lighting wasn't great, but our enthusiasm sure comes across. I'm still embarrassed at how wet my pussy looks in the close-ups."
"Please let me see it. I'll pay!"
The two laughed together comfortably at the weird turn of events. "Is that why you invited me swimming on the first hot day of the year?" Amanda asked, pushing her boobies together.
The idea intrigued Suzanne. "Would it bother you if I did?"
"I know that if I didn't have much time left, I wouldn't fucking waste it."
She's not offended, the older woman thought. "All right, my turn. I did Teresa Thompson in high school and it was fucking awesome! Don't ask me why I haven't kissed a girl since."
"Are you hitting on me, Mrs. Robinson?"
Suzanne laughed. "Honestly, until a few minutes ago, it never crossed my mind. But since you brought it up, I wouldn't mind a taste of those titties."
"So that's why you made these margaritas so yummy."
Amanda saw Suzie sleeping on a floater in the pool, so she pulled a breast out and offered it to her neighbor, who leaned over in her electric wheelchair to suckle it like a piglet. Amanda closed her eyes and moaned. "I just remembered that I haven't come in over a month. Can you finger me, too?" Suzanne felt under the table for her friend's thong and slipped a digit in. Her body may be dying, but her hand sure came to life as she fucked harder and faster. Amanda threw a leg onto Suzanne's lap to give her maximum access as the older lady inhaled the tit. She could hear the finger sloshing over her own heartbeat. Unbelievably quickly, Amanda gushed onto the talented hand while swallowing an urge to scream. They made eye contact, then started laughing.
"I owe you one."
"And I plan to collect. Starting with that video. I can't believe I just made another woman cum. Would you mind if I told Todd?"
"I'd mind if someone told my mom."
"Can I watch the video with Todd? We sure could use some hot sex."
Amanda thought that over. "Great. Now I'm a porn star. If you don't mind your husband seeing my pussy close up, then I don't mind. Actually, the image of you two getting off, from watching me get off, excites me."
"Would you watch with us?"
"I've unleashed a monster!" Amanda said, laughing. "I've had too much to drink. Let's table that proposal for now. I can't believe this all started with you asking me about college."
"There must be other guys willing to help you out."
"After eating out the blond, one of our friends offered me a thousand bucks for a night in the sack. Which really temped me, since the alternative was selling my car to pay next semester's tuition."
"Why didn't you accept his offer?"
Amanda shrugged stoically. "I'm not there yet. But I can now understand why women, especially single mothers, go that route. Easy money is hard to turn down."
"But you turned easy money down. What about a replacement boyfriend?"
"I'll be too busy waitressing at Hooters to kiss one hundred frogs hoping to score a prince. No, men are like used clothes -- you have to wear them a while to know if you'll keep wearing them. I just don't have the time or patience to separate the boys from the men."
Suzanne looked up into the heavens expecting to see God smiling down on her. "Todd will need a bookkeeper in several months when I'm not around anymore, and every business major should master accounting. I could teach you. He'll pay $2000 a month, and you can do the work around your schedule. Before my health problems, it only took me about ten hours a week, although in the beginning it may take you longer."
Amanda got quiet. "Are you kidding me? You're down to just several more months? But you look so good!"
"It spread before the chemo could kill it. Now they're trying some stuff so experimental that I am a guinea pig in a FDA trial. If it works, which no one predicts, Big Pharma will make a fortune. So I'm serious about the job. We need someone competent who won't steal from us, two qualities surprisingly tough to find in one person. We'll even give you medical insurance."
"Then sign me up. I lost medical when I turned 18."
"If you're interested, we also need someone to cook and clean since I keep over-estimating what I can do. I haven't climbed the second floor in months. We've been eating out every day, and it shows. I can't afford for my daughter to lose her father to heart disease after losing her mother. Would another thousand a month cover it?"
Amanda studied Suzanne closely. "How can you be so calm? I would be freaking out."
"Oh, I went through that phrase. Then I ran out of energy. I must be practical now. My biggest challenge is finding someone who can take care of both my daughter and husband. Please don't mention this to your mother, but I signed Todd up on several online matchmaking sites, and arranged dates with over one hundred women, but he's only had a handful of second dates. I hoped this cute Latina single mother would work out, since he said the sex was great, but she has a psycho ex and her son hates Todd."
"You're letting your husband have sex with these women?"
"Men can't stay in love if the sex sucks. Women use love to get to sex, but men use sex to get to love. Love is not so much a choice as a decision, and no man will fall in love with a lousy lover. I need him to remarry so Suzie has a mommy, and that's not gonna happen without sex. He's gotten lucky with several of them, but the only one he wanted to see again was the Latina with the crazy ex-husband and spoiled brat."
"Wo, wo, wo. Let me see if I got this straight. You're looking for a wife for your husband and a mother for your daughter? Good luck with that."
"Tell me about it. I'm searching for a needle in the haystack. Todd is a great guy, a good provider, and one hell of a lover, while Suzie is bright, sensitive, and affectionate. If I fail, they will both be miserable. I'd give anything to find someone who could make them both happy. We got a nice house, Todd clears six figures a year, and I have a million dollar life insurance policy."
Suzanne leaned back to see how that bird flew. Amanda concentrated on her delicious drink. "Since the boob job, I get propositioned a lot, but that was the best one yet. Not too hard, not too soft. How long have you been refining it?"
The older woman smiled, pleased that her replacement saw it. "Ever since Suzie asked me if you could be her new mommy when I'm gone."
Amanda immediately teared up. Wisely, Suzanne gave her all the time that she needed.
"That's just fucked up, a little girl losing a parent."
"You lost your daddy before you were born, so you know how hard it can be," Suzanne pointed out.
"But that bastard bailed on us before I ever knew him. What Suzie will feel will be so much worse."
"Even including my mother and Todd's sister, I can't think of anyone in the world that I would want raising my only child than you. You've been her big sister since she was born. She loves and trusts you, and I know you adore her. Transitioning to her mother will be the least traumatic of all her options. Can you see yourself as Suzie's mommy?"
Amanda nodded her head. "That would be the easy part."
"Yeah. Unfortunately, it's a package deal. Todd will need a wife as much as Suzie needs a mother. Hiring a babysitter, maid, and cook is not enough."
"Just to be clear, you want me to marry your husband and raise your daughter when you're dead."
"I'd prefer you two marry to increase the likelihood that you stay together, but you could just be his girlfriend while you two decide if marriage makes sense. If you decide to marry Todd, then you get a great husband, a good income, a nice home, and financial security. If not, the $3000 a month you make goes straight to your pocket and Todd will cover all educational expenses so you can finish your degree."
"Am I suppose to have kids with him?" Amanda asked, shocked, yet strangely not surprised.
"Having a child together would cement the new family. I've always wanted Suzie to have a little brother. You may want to wait a few years before you marry, much less have kids, to make sure the relationship endures. However, if you do marry, then divorce, you still get some of that sweet million dollar life insurance payout."
"I'm not going to marry a man for money. But, out of curiosity, what is the difference between being his wife, versus his girlfriend?"
"Half a million dollars," Suzanne answered. "So you may as well marry him. You're more likely to stay together if you marry. Especially if you have kids."
"Wow. Talk about diving in the deep end." Amanda seemed overwhelmed while Suzanne tried to close the deal.
"I know I'm asking a lot, but put yourself in my position. I don't have much time, and you're by far the best candidate for the job. I would do anything to maximize the likelihood of you two staying together. How about $100,000 to get pregnant before I die?"
"This is too much!" Amanda got up unsteadily, in tears. "I'll get back to you."
Suzanne watched the woman she desperately needed wrap a towel about her fantastic bod and hop their fence. She then looked up into the heavens.
"Lord, please tell me I didn't just blow it."
CHAPTER 2
Amanda ended her shift at Hooters to find Todd waiting for her in the parking lot, still in his expensive business suit.
"Hey."
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Suzie sent me."
"Suzanne?"
"No. Suzanne locked herself in her room. She does that when she gets hysterical. I can't get a word of sense out of her. No, Suzie insisted I come. She says she can't sleep until she knows you're okay."
"Why wouldn't I be okay?"
"Apparently she woke up to hear you crying as you left today. I hate to weigh you down with our baggage, but the heavy medications have sometimes twisted Suzanne's mind and temperament. There was a time when she attacked me verbally or physically almost every day. So far she's alienated our family, friends, and she hasn't scored points with our daughter. I can't even let her come to work for fear she will alienate the workers or clients, even though it means a lot more work for me. My sister refuses to talk to her. She can say some really mean things. You know the real Suzanne, so I hope you know that she didn't mean whatever she said to you today. It's the meds."
"Oh. Well, you can tell Suzie that I'm fine."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple. You see, I have a history of putting her outbursts in the best possible light, like when Suzanne ruined her sixth birthday party. I don't have much credibility left, so Suzie insists she hear from you before going to sleep." He pulled out his phone. "I'd appreciate it if you could just tell her you're okay. She already spends as much time as possible at her friend Jackie's place, and never takes anyone home. Suzie doesn't have enough friends to lose another because of her mother."
Wow. "Okay."
Suzie answered the phone as soon as it rang. "I'm sorry my mommy yelled at you. You get used to it after a while."
Amanda's heart sank. "She didn't yell at me. I was just sad that she's having health problems."
Suzie didn't buy it. "You don't need to lie to me. I know how she gets. It's the drugs. I can spot the signs an hour before she explodes. She's got much better with the latest meds, but she still has her bad days. Not like before when every day was a bad day. I hope you can understand."
Now Amanda felt defensive. And angry. "I am not lying to you, and I resent being called a liar by my friends! Suzanne was not mean to me. In fact, I'd say she was pretty wonderful."
"Serious?" Suzie didn't sound convinced. "It's been a long time since mom was wonderful."
"I'll prove it. You tell your mom that I'm coming over swimming tomorrow and I want more of those tasty margaritas. Then you better apologize for calling me a liar."
Silence. "Ummm, oh okay. You're really coming over tomorrow? That would be so awesome! I'll tell her right now so she can sleep." She hung up because Amanda could change her mind.
Amanda found a tear in her eye.
"You sure mean the world to Suzie," Todd said. "I try to get into her girl stuff, but I can tell it's just not the same."
"I've never felt so loved."
"Yeah. She's pretty great. She just finished her third year at that expensive private school for the gifted. I'm no dummy, but everyone there is smarter than me. Especially Suzie. Last week she used the word 'penchant' without missing a beat. When I asked her what it meant, she said it came from a Latin word that meant 'to lean against' and that today penchant means 'having an inclination towards.' The downside of her perspicacity is that it's so hard to hide hard truths from her. She knows her mother is dying and it's already changing her."
"You really have your hands full."
"The irony is that I have to work a lot more, when I'm least motivated and most distracted, to pay for Suzie's schooling and Suzanne's treatment. Because it's experimental, her insurance won't cover much of it. Thank God Suzie is so mature. She probably takes care of her mother more than her mother takes care of her. She cleans, cooks, and even figured out how to do laundry. Last Tuesday I came home late to see her taking out the trash. That almost broke my heart."
Amanda examined the man before her and really liked what she saw. And not just physically. "You wanna grab a cup of coffee? I can't sleep now anyways."
"Honestly? I could use something stronger."
"My mother still has the Patron tequila that you gave us for Christmas."
"Great! I'll follow you home. Where's your Civic?"
"I had to sell it to pay for fall semester."
He stared at her in disbelief. "You're kidding! Hey, if you help drive Suzanne to the doctor, you can borrow her van the rest of the time. She can't drive, anyways."
"Sure. That would really help. My mom's Volvo leaks like the CIA."
"Then get in. It would be nice to talk to someone. I've bottled up so much stuff I need a cellar."
When they entered the house, Amanda got him started on the tequila while she excused herself to send an email. "My mom's asleep."
"Good," he said, then looked at her in surprise. "Oh I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
Amanda laughed. "It's okay. I know you don't want to talk about this stuff in front of her or the whole neighborhood will gossip about it."
"It's so rare to find someone who understands me. It's so stressful never knowing what I'll come home to, or who will punish me for having to go away to work."
"You must be very strong," she concluded.
"I sure don't feel strong. I feel like the guy bailing out water from the sinking rowboat when I should instead be rowing or steering. What about you? You still with the guy who drives the red jag?"
"Nah. I gave him the boot. The relationship ran its course, and the guys who ask me out just want the same. Next time I need to choose better. I'd like the next guy to be the last guy."
Todd laughed. "Good luck with that! I assumed I would grow old with Suzanne, and now it looks like she'll leave me before I'm thirty. I wouldn't wish what either of us are going through on my worst enemy."
"Husbands like you don't grow on trees."
"Nope. We spring up wherever Mother Nature's fertilizer is thickest!"
Amanda laughed again, relieved she felt so comfortable with him. "You sure make me laugh. Hey, before her illness, what did you guys do for fun?"
"Sports, hiking, and we danced a lot."
"No way! You know how to dance?"
"Girl, I mastered everything that the Nintendo WII could teach me."
"I'm gonna call your bluff, man! I challenge you to Just Dance 3. Loser takes a shot."
"You're on, neighbor!" Inside, Todd felt so relieved that he spent hours learning those dance moves before he started dating. All that exercise also got rid of his gut. She popped in the disk, pulled up her tight orange Hooter shorts, and rolled up her white Hooters shirt to expose her hard abs. "Will my watching your hot body make you uncomfortable?"
Amanda turned and walked into his personal space. "Do I look uncomfortable?"
"In all those clothes, sure," he answered with a smile, ecstatic she wore so little.
"You're the one who must lose some clothes," she answered, taking off his coat and tie, then slowly unbuttoning his white shirt half-way down. "I wouldn't want you to have a heat-stroke."
"Just wait until I beat you, then we'll see who's got the heat."
"Liquor sure loosens you up," she commented.
"Liquor and all that blow."
She laughed, then slapped his chest playfully. "Let's down three shots each to get us in the mood."
"Girl, I was born in the mood. Hey, you mind if I record this? I promise not to put it online unless you beg me."
She stepped back into his face and looked him in the eye. "As long as you don't put it online, you can videotape me anytime, anywhere, anyhow."
He looked straight up and put his hands together. "Lord, please make her wear her skimpiest bikini tomorrow."
Amanda couldn't help but laugh, surprised how much she enjoyed his company. She could feel the coals firing up in her boiler. "Let's take our shots of tequila to inoculate ourselves."
She got the party started with Britney Spears' Baby One More Time and he could tell she loved moving for him. He silently thanked his wife for jerking him off in her eager mouth right before he left for Hooters, or he would be sporting a tent large enough to accommodate a circus.
"You're missing the best stuff that far away with that tiny camera phone," she pointed out, dancing her ass off.
So Todd roamed around her like a cat, capturing her best angles, like that shaking booty. Is it really possible I could get some of that? he asked himself.
"What do you think?" she asked when she finished.
"I think I'm gonna lose." He selected Pump It by the Black Eyed Peas, then put his best foot forward, feeling ridiculous. He finished to generous applause.
"You were awesome!" she said.
"You still beat me," he answered, taking another shot. "Good thing we're not playing for clothing."
"Next time," she suggested.
They danced until midnight, when he pointed out that he should leave while he could still walk. "You're fun," he told her, then unexpectedly hugged her on her porch. "Getting my ass kicked has never felt so good." He deliberately avoided the awkward moment at the end of every first date when the guy sought a goodnight kiss. That set him apart because, really, what guy ends a date with a hug? But he didn't want this to feel like a date. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to kiss him or to deny him a kiss. "I better get home so I can beat off."
"You don't have to leave for that."
He squinted his eyes in the dark to make sure she was fucking with him. "You're right. I just came on your porch. Damn, I knew I should have wore boxers!"
He left before they went too far, but he could hardly have planned a better night. He floated home, humming Pump It and trying out some moves on their lawns, knowing that would make her smile. Inside his own house, he vomited in the toilet, gargled mouthwash, then sought out his wife, who was waiting for him, watching a video.
"Your first date must have gone well, because she emailed me the video of her 69 with the blond in front of their friends. I can't believe the balls on her. I never could have done something like that. I've already fingered myself to three orgasms."
Todd watched the video of Amanda sucking off another hot chick, surrounded by a dozen cheering guys jerking off.
"Oh, here comes the close-up of her pussy! You can even see how soaking wet she is." Todd peered closer at the giant virgina dominating the wall TV, excited by both the video and how much it turned his wife on. "You can practically taste her!"
"Amanda sent you this? Just who is seducing who?"
"Whom," his wife automatically corrected. An English major, she liked to tell cashiers that it's "ten items or fewer" rather than "ten items or less." "I can't believe it worked. I thought I lost Amanda. Suzie could become an actress if physics doesn't work out. She was totally convincing." Suzanne then feasted her eyes on his petrified boner. "I guess she doesn't fool around on the first date."
"She did with you," Todd retorted, pulling down his pants and boxers to feed her his hard-on.
Suzanne opened her mouth, surprisingly eager, and cupped his balls. He fucked her face much rougher than usual, desperate to get off. He tweaked a nipple through her pajamas and closed his eyes to keep from swaying too much, the music still echoing in his head. His excitement rubbed off on her and triggered a reserve she never knew she had.
"Get on top. I need you so bad."
She didn't need to ask twice. He pulled down her pajamas and granny underwear, then slipped between her legs to give her what she so seldom wanted. She wasn't quite lubricated, but fortunately he was, thanks to the blowjob. She gasped as he penetrated her, her juices now flowing.
"Close your eyes and call me Amanda," his wife demanded. "Fuck me like you would her."
So he did, giving her the best pounding that she's had in years. So weak she could barely move, her head nevertheless flopped on her enormous pillow like a fish on the beach. Something bubbled up from deep inside her, then washed over her like an unexpected rain shower. And none too soon. As a gentleman, Todd let the woman cum first, but let himself blow as soon as she did, pouring his seed inside her. He collapsed next to her, still covered in sweat. His musky scent would stay with her for days.
"Honestly, why don't we do that, like, every hour?" she asked. He laughed because she never wanted to have sex. "I'm serious! I could probably get off two pain meds if I got off more often."
"Tell you what: I'll give you some whenever you want it," he promised.
"No, you're going to give all your juice to the neighbor that I'm helping seduce you."
"I guess I'll have to alternate between you two. Why couldn't I have had this problem as a teenager?"
He held her until she fell asleep, which didn't take long, then hoofed it upstairs to collapse in the master bedroom.
CHAPTER 3
Amanda spent the morning thinking things through and concluded this was too good an opportunity to pass on. She would have a hard time finding a better husband than Todd or a better daughter than Suzie. The upside was there, despite the awkwardness, so all she needed to do was minimize the downside.
She didn't like any of her bathing suits, so she went to the mall to buy the tiniest bikini that fit her. After dismissing a dozen, she finally found one that she liked. Then she examined herself clinically in the mirror, turning this way and that. She knew her looks improved dramatically the last few years, but she still didn't feel as hot as all the guys treated her. Inside, she still felt like the brainy geek who wanted better grades more than hotter guys. She cupped her breasts in both hands and knew most of her hotness derived from them. Still, you gotta play the cards you're dealt.
At home, she peeked through the fence as her new family played in the pool. Todd was leaping off the diving board to cannonball Suzie, who shrieked as she struggled to stay on her donut-shaped floater. This put his back to Amanda, so she hopped the fence and ran quietly as he stepped up to the diving board to bomb his daughter once more. She put a finger to her lips when Suzanne saw her and hoped her damn boobs didn't fall out of her skimpy top. Todd taunted Suzie, below him. Then something made him turn around as Amanda tackled him, her right tit smashing his upper lip as they fell head-first into the pool together.
When they came up, everyone noticed that she still had her arms around him.
"I got you!" she boasted.
"Oh yeah? Then I'm gonna get you."
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Screaming like a horror show victim, Amanda fled, Todd hot on her heels. It was like playing tag, but with more touching, as they raced around with Suzie and Suzanne cheering them on. Amanda got out, only to dive over his head and swim under water across the pool. He got out, ran fast, then dived in behind her just as she came up for air. She shrieked like a choirboy cornered by a priest. Todd wrapped his strong arms around her to pin her hands by her sides.
"Got you," he whispered, since he could barely breath after the exertion.
Amanda's heart also raced as she stood helpless in this man's arms. "You may be right."
"Kiss and make up!" Suzie called out.
"Oh, yes!" Suzanne agreed. "But let me get the camera first to record your first smooch."
"Kiss me," Todd told her.
"Where?" she asked mischievously, both hands suddenly rubbing his ass and groin.
He thought that over. "Right here in the pool."
Amanda waited until Suzanne started the video and Suzie moved into the background. Then she gave him a quick peck and smiled.
"Yeah, right," Todd complained.
He grabbed her head with both hands and gave her a proper kiss that lasted hours. Or, at least, felt like it lasted hours. After the initial shock, Amanda got really into it, too. Her skin felt alive and her heart raced to a different beat. Soon they traded tongues and she loved how his hands roamed over her body. It's been way too long since I got laid, she realized. When he finally broke off, it took her a full minute to open her eyes, instead preferring to savor the experience. After finally coming to, she looked drugged.
"Okay. You pass the kiss test. But you still have to rock my world before I marry you, Todd Richards."
Delighted that she required that he fuck her, he said, "I'll order the boulders now."
They swam for another hour, then Todd left to fire up the barbeque. Suzie nudged her floater next to Amanda. "Are you really going to be my new mommy?"
It surprised Amanda that they told the six year old so much, no matter how precocious. "Do you want me to be your new mommy?"
"I would love to have you as my new mommy." What she didn't mention is that she told Amanda's boyfriend that Amanda was just using him for money. "I saw the women my mother has set up with my father, and have been having nightmares ever since. Please rescue me from them."
"It's hard to start a relationship with a man when his wife is living, dying, and supervising."
"I will help you," the girl promised. "Please give it a chance. How hard you try will show me how much you care for me."
"The problem with finding a replacement is your mother is going to feel replaced. The more I take her place, the more she will resent it. Your mother even wants me to give you a little brother or sister to bind me to you before she passes on."
"Yes, we had a family meeting about it. It was unanimous."
Impressed, Amanda whistled. "This is just too weird, so I make no promises, but I'll give it time to play out."
"Oh, thank you!" The girl hugged her fiercely, as Suzanne instructed her, and Amanda melted in the embrace.
After lunch, Suzanne had to take a nap, while Suzie went to her friend's house.
"Thank you for not rejecting my offer," the dying woman told her, relieved to lay in bed again. "I really appreciate you giving it a try. Even if it doesn't work out, at least we played our best hand."
"How can I make this work?"
"Treat me like his sister and pretend you are the wife. Sleep with him, do fun stuff together, and take care of this family as if it is yours."
"You want me living here? Fucking your husband? You will feel replaced."
"I will feel relieved that I'm leaving somebody behind who will take care of my loved ones."
"You fear failure, but I fear success, because then this will be my home and my family, and you're just visiting. I'm telling you now, don't you dare give me any shit for playing my role."
"Why would I give you shit?" Suzanne sounded surprised.
"My task is not to fuck your husband or get pregnant, but to make him fall in love with me. I will know when it happens because the feeling of betrayal will turn you into an angry bitch. Whatever good feelings you have for me will turn before this ends. What happens then?"
"If I become an impediment to the success of the mission, then I will voluntarily go to a hospice home for whatever time I have left."
But Amanda thought this through. "I do not want others to blame me for whatever shit may happen. I want to record all of you explaining why are inviting me into this family, trying to get me pregnant, etc. And I want everyone to agree, on camera, that you must leave if you sabotage my integration into this family."
"Agreed. So go seduce my husband while Suzie's away."
"First thing first," Amanda replied, taking off her clothes. "You will be less of a bitch if you cum every day."
The thought astonished Suzanne. Her eyes grew huge. Then feasted on her replacement. "You hope I won't bite the hand that feeds me orgasms," she noted approvingly, as Amanda climbed into bed, over Suzanne, in a 69. "Agreed."
Amanda let Suzanne taste her first, knowing it would make her incredibly thirsty. Indeed, the older woman soon attacked her pussy, shoving her tongue in as deep as possible. Only then did Amanda swallow her clit and work it like a nipple. She needed it, too. Suzanne tried to squeeze her thighs, but lacked the strength. Amanda over-powered her, roughly spreading her legs as she adjusted her angle of attack. It didn't take long before Suzanne shook like an earthquake and squealed like a pig. Amanda didn't expect an orgasm -- well, not from the wife.
"Sleep, girlfriend, while I go seduce your husband," the girl said on her way out the door.
"You'll do that every day?"
"Every day that you're a good girl. If you're really good, I'll let you suck your husband's cum out of my pussy."
When Suzanne moaned, Amanda knew she had her. She walked to the backyard to share the news.
"I just fucked your wife," Amanda told Todd. "And I'll be fucking her as often as possible until her death."
He had no idea how he felt about that. If a guy told him that, he would have immediately belted him. But Amanda? He didn't know if he should punch or high-five her. "Voluntarily?" he instead asked.
She chuckled. "You make me laugh every day."
"Will you pose for me?"
Amanda liked how he looked in that swimming suit. A little sun, some sit-ups, and a lot of fucking will turn him out just nicely. He was not better looking than her ex, but far more attractive. "Why not? I sure feel like a total poser."
They spent a good hour taking pictures of her in every possible position in or near the pool, then he went inside to get them more margaritas. Todd returned to find his new wife/girlfriend/mistress soaking up rays.
"Your back will burn if you don't get more sunscreen," he threw out there, as she lay face-down on a lawn chair, her top untied to avoid a tan line. He stared at the tiny thong that did nothing to cover her exquisite ass.
"Can you give me a massage while you're at it?" Amanda asked.
"Who says prayer doesn't work?"
He knew this was another test that he had to pass, so he gave her one hell of a full body massage, working every muscle until it yielded to him. Amanda lay limp under him, just moaning when he hit a good spot. After the neck, back, buttocks, legs, and feet, he spread her legs and massaged her where she had no chance of getting sunburned. Instead of a verbal rebuke, she lifted her ass to give him better access. No dummy, he pulled her thong down over her fantastic ass cheeks and plunged a finger in her. She gasped, but not in surprise, he noted. He worked her hard until he felt an orgasm coming, then stopped to get the camera.
"What the hell, man?" Amanda yelled angrily, without changing position.
He turned on the camera, selected video, then crawled underneath so his tongue could lick her pussy mound. "I thought we'd give my wife something to beat off to."
"Your wife's pussy is as pretty as her face. I want you to know that while you're at work, playing solitaire on the computer, your wife and I will be licking each other to orgasm. We'll be so horny that you'll have to fuck us both when you come home. Then we will probably lick your cum out of each other's pussies. You have been warned."
"I may have to come home for lunch from now on," Todd said, adding a finger.
"Just don't be surprised if we rape you, you sexy bastard. Now slap my ass hard." He did. "I said hard, you pussy!"
He smacked her with enough force to see his handprint on her ass cheek and she howled. Todd thought he fucked up but, no, she just liked to scream when she climaxed. Her ass heaved and her pussy flash-flooded onto his tongue. He kept fingering her until the tremors diminished. She collapsed, sexually spent, although he did all the damn work. He brought her a fresh strawberry margarita and she gulped it down greedily.
"Your wife says you have a gorgeous cock." Todd, now a mind reader, dropped his swimming trunks to show off his major hard-on. "She was right. Is it really eight inches?"
"Seven and five-eights, the last time we measured. She rounded up instead of rounding off."
"It's bigger than I'm used to."
"Yeah," he joked, stroking it. "All the ladies tell me that."
She laughed, then smacked his hand away so she could stroke him instead. "It's thicker and an inch longer than my ex."
"I'm gonna need that in writing so I can text him."
"Before I marry you, I need to know if you taste as good as you look."
With that she gobbled him enthusiastically, clearing doing it for herself, rather than for him. She kept bobbing deeper on his nob until his trimmed pubes tickled her nose. Having been half-hard for so long, he didn't last long. She must have mind-melded with his cock, because she suddenly sat up more and started bobbing faster.
"Oh! My! God!"
Todd exploded down her throat, since she kept deep-throating him. Then she engulfed just the head so the last ropes of cum landed on her tongue. She closed her eyes and swirled his juice around her mouth like a fine wine, evaluating it. Involuntarily she groaned deep inside, which told him all he needed to know. She went back to sucking his cock, although she already drained it of every drop.
"Did I pass the test?" he asked her when she finally opened her eyes to look up at him.
"Baby, you've passed every test so far with flying colors. Unfortunately, you must wait before you can fuck me without a condom. I stopped taking the pill when I broke up with my ex, and I can't risk getting pregnant until the medicine runs out of my system. I need to ask my doctor to find out how long we must wait."
"But you're still willing to fuck me with a condom?" he had to ask.
"Sure. Or, if you have self-control, you could just cum in my mouth instead."
Todd couldn't believe his luck. "Are you really willing to let me get you pregnant?"
"If you live up to your responsibilities. Worse case scenario, Suzie becomes a sister to my child."
"Are you really going to marry me?"
"If you truly fall in love with me, then I will spend the rest of my life making you the happiest guy in the world."
He fell to his knees on the hot concrete to put his face next to hers, overcome with emotion. "Promise me you won't tell me you love me until you know you really mean it."
"I promise. Now you promise me." He did, and looked ready to weep. "I'd kiss you to seal the deal, but I still have your cum in my mouth."
He thought that over. "Kiss me anyways."
At first, it went great. Even when she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His mistake was returning the favor because as soon as his tongue entered her mouth, the salty taste was undisputable. His head snapped back like she tased him and she laughed her ass off as he spit every drop of moisture out of his mouth.
"Oh, Todd. You make me laugh every day."
CHAPTER 4
Amanda sat down at the dinner table with everyone else. "Good news! My doctor's office says seven weeks is plenty of time for my birth control medicine to flush out of my system."
"What does that mean?" Suzie asked.
"It means we don't have to wait before making you a little brother or sister."
"Really? Awesome! I want one as soon as possible."
"Well," Amanda continued, "the smart move would be to wait to make sure we are all compatible. Todd, do you snore?"
"Hell, no, I don't snore."
"Then I don't foresee any deal breakers, but that doesn't mean there aren't any. But, on the other hand, the sooner we get started, the sooner the baby arrives. What do you think, sister?" she asked Suzanne. "Can you stick around long enough to see the baby born?"
Suzanne froze, her emotions overwhelming her. "I swear I'll be there."
"Then you can't skip your meds or appointments, anymore," Todd warned sternly. He addressed Amanda. "We'll have to go through her medications so you can supervise her. She doesn't take her pills when she's not in the mood, which happens all too often."
"I promise to be a good patient from now on," Suzanne vowed, "if you get started right away. Oh, I want to see the baby born. Please!"
"It's a big risk for me, since no one can predict if this unusual arrangement will work out," Amanda reasonably pointed out. "Being a single mom could prevent me from finishing my degree. Not that I would be able to work anyways, with a newborn. If you all reject me, then I'm seriously screwed. My whole life is basically over, and I'll end up like my mother -- permanently poor, alone, and miserable."
"We'll do that video to shield you from criticism. We can each give you the maximum tax-free gift of $15,000, then repeat it on January 1st, which is $90,000. I can sell you my van for a dollar, and I'll give you another $10,000 in cash. Todd, you need to take her shopping. Jewelry, perfume, makeup, shoes, lingerie, and clothes, starting tomorrow. Maybe go out dancing next weekend. Let's make this decision less difficult for her."
"Dancing?" Amanda asked. "I know where we could bump into my ex. I'd love to see the look on his face when I tell him I'm getting married."
"Todd, buy her some expensive dresses and give her my good jewelry to make the boy jealous. Oh, sister, show your ex this." Suzanne held out her engagement ring, but Amanda was too stunned to take the gorgeous rock. "I'd rather you have it now than in nine months. Please wear it for me. It'll help you play your role, and it shows how deadly serious I am."
Amanda came over to hug her and the two ladies cried together.
"Lingerie?" Todd asked nobody in particular.
After dinner, Todd and Amanda took a walk to be alone, holding hands and making small talk. They bridged the ten year age gap pretty easily, except in music. They discussed their dreams, fears, and childhoods. Time flew and they ended up at the local park.
"I can't believe how comfortable I am with you," he said.
"I can't believe how horny I am with you," she replied, leading him behind some bushes where they couldn't be seen. She kissed him hungrily while undoing his pants. A moment later his cock sprang out, completely hard. They hurried out of their clothes and she laid on her back in the grass.
"Oh my God, I am so wet." She grabbed his finger and rubbed it along her pussy mound. It slipped in and she nearly barked at the moon. "Please fuck me hard. I've masturbated to you so much. I need you so bad."
"Really? Nobody's ever masturbated to me before. Shall I make you a poster?"
Todd spread her legs and feasted on her beauty. He poked the head of his cock inside her and loved the expression on her face. He worked it in slowly, taunting her, and it drove her wild. Her ass struggled to move closer and she wrapped both hands and legs around him to pull him in. Then he shoved the rest of it in roughly and she fucking swooned. Her eyes rolled up and she tilted her head back, biting back a scream. He placed her ankles on his shoulders and drilled that rig until he struck oil. He sucked one nipple while tweaking the other. He fucked his wife gentle, but could tell Amanda needed it rough. His penis stabbed her pussy. With all four limbs she held him in a vise, then that vise tightened as her virgina muscles gripped his cock like a doorknob. The added friction did him in. With her legs still trembling on his shoulders, he spewed inside her so hard it left him light-headed. He collapsed on top of her, feeling dizzy. She didn't want his cock to fall out, so she held him in place.
"I must have been a virgin," he confessed, "because I've never had sex like that."
She laughed. "What about all those single mothers on match.com that you fucked."
"I lied to shut my wife the fuck up. I went to work, instead, to make money for her treatment. Until you, the only woman I've ever had sex with was my wife. And until now I thought our sex was pretty good. At least in the beginning. All bullshit aside, I've never cum that hard in my life."
"Wait a damn minute!" Amanda seemed almost angry. "Your wife tries to get you laid with desperate single mothers, and instead you went to work. Just what will it take for you to fuck other women?"
"You. You are the only woman in the world that interests me. Suzanne and I lost sexual interest in each other long before her illness. But you," he struggled for words. "Just thinking of you gets me hard."
"Maybe you're gay," Amanda suggested. "You're gonna have to fuck the shit out of me to convince me that you're not gay, because I'm not going to marry a fag."
"First, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Then I'm gonna make you fall in love with me, as I will with you. And, finally, I will make you the happiest bitch on the planet for the rest of your life."
"Make me fall in love with you and I'll make you the most sexually satisfied bastard on the planet."
They enjoyed each other silently for a minute, content and satisfied.
"Either your cock just twitched inside me, or an alien popped out of my pussy."
They drifted half-asleep in each other's arms, until something rustled in the nearby bushes.
"It's the alien that popped out of your pussy!" Todd suggested.
While they got dressed, Amanda called Suzanne.
"Hello?"
"You want a three-some?" Amanda asked.
"Who is this?" Amanda was about to say something crude, but Suzanne laughed. "Did my husband give you some?"
"Girl, your husband gave me it all. Now we're gonna give you some, if Suzie's asleep."
Amanda heard Suzanne moan. "Hurry. I want to suck his juice out of your pussy."
They rushed home and found Suzanne in her wheelchair by the stairs wearing nothing under her bathrobe. "Suzie is sound asleep."
Amanda threw her leg on top of Suzanne's shoulder and pointed out the cum flowing down. "Is this the medicine that will make you feel better?"