Contractual Details [Bethany’s POV]

Bethany Johnson was been lost in thought while John and her husband talked about the house, which they hadn’t been able to rent out for months. The previous tenants moved out after their youngest son went off to college, which Mrs. Johnson understood perfectly; after all, the house was far too spacious for two people, and the garden alone would have been a full-time job for the senior couple.

Bethany and her husband had taken that vacancy as an opportunity to renovate the house. They repainted the outer walls, put in a new kitchen, and converted the garage into a small guest house. It was one hell of a workload to take on last summer, but Mrs. Johnson was proud of the results... And the evenings she spent on the patio with her husband after an exhausting day produced some fond memories. In fact, she drew some of her favorite paintings on the—

“So Beth, what do you think about the deal your husband and I just made?” John asks, shaking her awake.

Still a little dizzy, the formerly-elegant Mrs. Johnson seems to think it over while her (former?) tenant looks at her cockily. She can’t possibly say no to a deal this good, can she? Sure, she and her husband can’t actually buy anything with John’s cum, but he can... Plus, even if she doesn’t like the young man, the way he made the previous payment felt... intriguing.

“I guess, um... If Andrew wants this deal so badly, I agree. You’ll take the house—Well, the mansion really, and in return you’ll supply us with plenty of cum.”

“If your husband wants it, you agree? You must have misheard me, Beth. I’m offering to give you load after load after load of my seed... The same cum you just slurped off the ground”

Mrs. Johnson blushes at John saying that out loud, in front of her husband no less. When he frames things like that, it sounds almost sexual and inappropriate!

I was just collecting rent from him, nothing perverted about it. I should tell him, before there are any misconceptions, she thinks to herself.

“Well, yes, but—”

“But you don’t want to admit how much you liked it? Oh, don’t worry about that. Erica and I don’t mind... And your husband doesn’t either. Right, Andrew?”

Mr. Johnson looks confused for a second, but doesn’t protest. Why would he? John’s cum is highly valuable, so of course I should get as much of it as possible... Even if that means licking it off the ground. It all makes perfect sense to Bethany.

“See? It won’t be a problem. You really like my jizz. The smell, the texture, the taste... You can hardly get it out of your mind. For your husband this might be a business opportunity... The greatest of his life, I might add... But for you this is personal right? We’ll have to wait and see, but I’d wager you’ll probably develop a deep, dirty fascination with my cum.”

The blush on Mrs. Johnsons face only worsens as this man she hardly knows continues divulging personal details about her. It’s not my fault his cum has such an effect on me, she thinks. That rich, pungent smell that she could remember so vividly... The thick and sticky feeling of the drops on her lips, then her tongue... And the taste, the mysterious-yet-wonderful taste that—

“…We can all agree on that,” John says, apparently finishing a conversation with Andrew.

Bethany wipes a little drool from the corner of her mouth and looks around. Erica had left the corridor, and could be seen in the living room. John and her husband are shaking hands... She must have missed something. Still a little lost in thought, Bethany looks at her husband and clears her throat.

“Um, yeah, we all agree,” she mumbles. “...But just to be absolutely clear, what do we agree on, again? I mean, exactly... Of course, I’m aware what we agree on. I just want to, um, make sure everyone is on the same page.”

“Well, Honey, John is a generous man. It’s pretty obvious we aren’t bringing much to the table, and should be glad he even made an offer for some random three-story house in suburbia,” Andrew rattles off enthusiastically. “He, on the other hand, is bringing his own patented baby-batter! Even one dose of it should be enough to buy... Well, whatever he wants. The only downside is that as soon as it leaves his possession, it becomes economically worthless. The only use it has for other people is... What did he call it... ‘A fix for his cum-junkies.’ Is that..?”

He looks to John, who nods for him to continue. “But you should be proud of your dear old hubby, because I figured out another use for his seed... And I got us the deal of the century! His cum can’t be stored or traded, right? So how about we just use it? You’ll live with John in his new home, and, uh... Extract as much of this wonderful substance as possible... And in the end, we’ll get a child out of it!”

Bethany is nodding along, licking her lips at every mention of John’s cum. “Mmm, addicted, yeah... Wait, what!?”

“Calm down Beth,” John cuts in. “I already told your husband that getting you pregnant is the logical choice. You agree.”

It wasn’t a question: John merely stated a fact... And he was right. John was supposed to pay with his cum. And what is the purpose of that delicious seed? To impregnate women. To give them babies. Beth doesn’t want a child, but it still makes perfect sense. Great, now I’ll have to take care of some rascal for 18 years, she thinks, still absentmindedly searching her mouth for any leftovers blobs of John’s cum.

“And to show your husband that I’ll honor my part of the deal, I’ll make the first down-payment right here, right now. Erica is already preparing your living room for our first official mating.” John smiles happily at the couple. “Now that I think about it... Andy what about you? While I’m using your wife I won’t need my cousin’s holes. How would you like to join us and have some fun with her?”

Andrew looks taken-aback. “Uh, John, that’s nice and all, to lend me your slut... But I’m a married man. I could never have sex with a women other than my wife, and—”

John interrupts him with a sudden burst of laughter. “Andy, Andy, wait a minute... You don’t get to have sex with Erica! Not really, anyway. I thought you might want to finger her, or eat her out... But you know what, I’m in a good mood. We’ll make an addendum to our deal: Erica will give you a handjob, and in return I keep my apartment free-of-charge.”

“I, I guess... That’s a very kind offer, but I still don’t—”

“Nonsense. You want to watch Beth and I having sex... In fact, our whole arrangement is highly erotic to you. And of course you want to take me up on my offer with Erica. A handjob from an experienced slut like this? A young and perky 22-year-old? Just thinking about her jerking you off while I pump a load of precious baby-making jizz into your wife... Man, that must already have you right on the edge of cumming. So let’s go to the living room and start the fun, alright?”

Bethany’s husband goes limp as John talks, swaying a little where he stands. His eyes become a strange mixture of dim and sparkly. The look on his face is so unusual that she doesn’t notice the quickly-growing tent in his pants.

Start the fun? A total stranger is going to impregnate me while my husband watches? And what’s all this talk about my Andy and John’s floozy? The last remaining rational part of Bethany’s mind is sounding the alarm bells. But he would never do that. We might argue sometimes, but him cheating on me? That would be totally out of the—

“Deal,” Mr. Johnson grunts, nodding furiously and shaking Johns hand.