1. Another Daddy Surrogate


    Date: 2/26/2024, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byDampKitten 

    ... straddle his belly, leaning over to kiss his mouth. "It's going to be alright, baby. He's just going to do what he has to do and then leave. That's all. Okay?"

Andy looks at me teary-eyed. "You promise?"

"I promise."

"Just what he needs to do? Only what you need?"

"Only what I need, babe." I kiss my husband's cheek, then lick his neck slowly. His tiny cock is poking my crack. I slide down and let him feel my wetness, guiding my slit along the length of his shaft.

I glaze his small dick with my slick, dripping honey. He miserably moans as his penis responds. Sitting on his groin, I ride him a bit -- thrusting my hips like a rodeo cowgirl, grinding his erection between the lips of my cunt. He lifts up his ass, desperate to impale me. I crunch him back down -- hard to the mattress.

Stuart has undressed completely, clothes neatly piled in the chair by the corner. He carries his necktie to the foot of the bed. I turn so my husband can't see my face, licking my lips lasciviously.

"Fuck me," I silently mouth, gazing into Stuie's beautiful eyes. His cock is hard and massive.

He smirks a devious hiss -- climbs on the bed behind me, hands to my hips, tongue to my hairline.

"Hey, only what she needs," Andy protests.

I lean over and gag him with the crotch of my panties that I retrieve from under his pillow. "That's enough, sweetie." Andy's gnawing at the tainted fabric, tasting my sex. "I've been wearing those all day."

I'm shuddering. Stuart's testing ...
    ... my moisture, cupping his palm on the plump of my peach. I'm drooling in his hand.

"You're ripe," he says. I nod in agreement. His finger nuzzles my tiny sphincter. "Here too," he suggests.

"Everywhere, Stuart." I grimace in need. "Anywhere, anytime, anything you like, Stuie."

He presses his palm to my mouth. "Smell yourself, Meg." I breath in the aroma. "Savor it," he insists. I stick out my tongue; lick him like a dog. "Suck on my finger," he commands. I do. He slides it up my chute after teasing my anus.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaim, leaning over Andy. My breasts are small globes dangling close to my husband's nipples. Stuart is spreading my slit with his thumbs on my labia. I'm lifting my butt, giving him the view.

"Am I wet enough, Stuie?" I'm a sloppy mess.

"Let me rub your clit, Megan; make sure that you're ready." He's circling. He's pushing. He's prodding. I'm gasping.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Soft whispers into Andrew's ear. Unintentional.

"Guuuuhhhhh!" My husband screams through my sopping panties. He's jerking the restraints. He's writhing and twisting.

"Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!" I'm kissing his forehead, brushing my lips to his sensitive pinna. "He's gonna make me come, baby."

"NNNNNOOOOOOOO!" Andy's squinting his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." My breathy apology, soft flutter of wind through his hair. I'm heaving and trembling, raining on his meager manhood. Stuart's prick is much bigger, waiting eagerly at my clasping doorway. When will ...
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