Stand-In Wife

"How's the tea?" Karen asked, sipping her own steaming mug.

"Delightful." Amy replied. As if she had come all the way across town to her best friend's house in the middle of the work day for just tea.

"I was worried it might be too hot. Or too bitter." Karen fretted. "I have sugar or ummm....honey." She finished lamely.

Amy turned her head, faking a cough to avoid rolling her eyes. They'd been best friends for two decades, they'd shared everything- well almost everything -with each other and Karen still got all tongue tied when she needed to ask for help. It would have been irritating, if she wasn't such a sweetheart. Too sweet- just like the tea -really.

"Not that I don't love the excuse to take a half day at work," Amy replied. "But is there something you maybe want to ask me?"

Karen flushed to the roots of her blonde hair. "I'm worried about Matt." She admitted, voice even softer than usual.

Amy set her tea down, and perched forward in her seat. "Is he alright? Not sick or anything?"

"No. No. Nothing like that." Karen waved it off, before biting her lip. "I- no, I'm just being silly. Sorry. How is work?"

"Karen. What's wrong?"

To her shock, the girl she'd known from kindergarten, a woman she'd shared almost everything with started to sob. Between the gasps and cries, Karen poured her heart out. She'd had whirlwind romance for the last year and a half and capped off with a private wedding in Hawaii, that part, Amy was very aware of, but beneath the perfectly polished surface, the foundation had begun to crack. Karen felt like her husband was pulling away from her, growing distant, even cold at times for no reason. Gone was her friend and confidante, her sexual and ravenous paramour, and in his place was a stranger who paid her less and less attention.

Amy was supremely nonplussed. Maybe it was cliche, but the shy but beautiful wallflower being swept off her feet by the charismatic and frankly gorgeous man was the kind of love story you only read about in fairy tales. And yet, Amy saw the way Matt looked at his wife. You couldn't fake that kind of feeling. Could you? And none of it made sense, she'd spent last weekend with the young couple, and Matt had seemed more than attentive.

"You know, there is the honeymoon period. Marriage is a lot of work, Karen. Maybe you guys just need a tune up or to talk it out?" Not that Amy would know, her own romantic pursuits could be compared unfavorably to a nuclear reactor. After it melted down. What was it about her that only attracted pigs and serial cheaters? Why couldn't she land a nice man like her best friend? Honestly, she'd become a bit despondent over her own chances of finding love, choosing to spend her time increasingly with Karen and }first_name}. Matt had joked that he was lucky, he had two smokin' hot wives. Amy had gotten him back for that. She smiled at the memory.

"And what if I'm not enough for him?" Karen cut back in. "What if he decides to ...cheat on me?"

"Karen, I say this as your friend. Matt's crazy about you, Karen. He would never, ever ever in a million years cheat on you."

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Your name is Matt Bauer. You're Karen's husband, a thirty one year old manager at Solutions Inc., a mid-sized advertising firm, that just started breaking big in the last few years. It's no secret that you were a big part of taking the company to the next level and you're just about to enjoy yet another reward for all your hard work.

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"Are you sure it's gonna fit Mister Bauer?"

You smile. Of course it won't fit. The naive little girl kneeling in your office is tiny. Barely out high school, just a innocent little intern you have been molding into a slut since she started nearly a month ago.

"We'll take it nice and slow." You lie, as you push her onto the desk.

"And you'll be gentle." She whines. "And careful?"

"Uh-huh."

"And-

"Stephanie." You admonish her sharply. "Didn't you say you loved me?" You stare at her expectantly until she nods in reply. "This is what grown ups do when they're in love. And you told me you're all grown up now." You sigh and step back. "But I guess maybe you're too young for this."

"Wait!" She cries, dancing on your strings like a marionette. You shudder at the sound. Along with 'please be careful' and 'no' they were your favorite words in the world. There was only one thing more beautiful to hear and you were planning on drawing it out of this cute little teen before the end of this session as well.

"Please, Matt."

"Mister Bauer." You correct.

"Mister Bauer. I'm ready. I want this. I want to show you how much I love you."

Your smile is rapturous, maniacal even. But little Stephanie must mistake it for the bliss of a new found love because she doesn't even flinch. You slide your hands down her subtle form, she was right to be nervous, short, slim and pale, almost non one believed her when she frantically swore again and again that she was nineteen. It was a big departure from the statuesque or athletic women and girls you usually enjoyed, but since she has started working under you a month ago, you'd been obsessed with her.

Of course that was only half the truth. She was beautiful, young and on track to an Ivy league school next year, but you wanted to change her life, to set her on a new path...

You let the heavy weight of your cock drop onto her tiny form with an audible smack! Oh God. The crown touched her belly button. Both of you went wide eyed when you realized how badly mismatched you were. Her in fear. You in excitement. You vowed to yourself in the first day she'd walked in that you would Stephanie to take all of you, bare and to the root. Today was the destined day, it seemed.

But for all that, you didn't want to hurt her. Well, that's wasn't true either. You definitely did want to leave her stretched, sore and marked for life, ruined even; you were no stranger to a bit of after all, but you found your enjoyment all the greater when your partner was writhing in pleasure. You could take even their own appetites from them and replace them with dark desires all too similar to your own. You found that over the years, many of your conquest sought you out over and over again, needed to be fulfilled by the one man they knew could quench the fire that burned inside them.

Seeing as how it was your first time together, you decide to start slow. From what she confided in you, Stephanie's pale, pimple ridden boyfriend was both inattentive and lazy in bed. And if you wanted her to take all of you, not to mention leave a permanent impression, it would be best to see to her pleasure first.

You slide a hand down to cup the sensitive buds of her nipples- she was an A cup at best -and listen to her gasps. A delicate touch to tease, followed by a deliberate pinch and then a soothing rub as you palm her young breast. Stephanie shudders as you drag a finger slowly down her stomach. This was as far as she'd ever allowed you to go before. Though you had insisted on her giving you a few blowjobs under your desk. Her tight tummy flutters as you circle her navel, leaving a trail of goosebumps as she moans, eyes closed against the sensations she is fighting.

You lean over and plant butterfly kisses on each of her eyelids and then the tip of her nose. She opens her eyes and stares up at you in wonder. Sex has become an art to you and Stephanie is hardly a challenge. Still, you know she's probably feeling the strongest physical connection of her life right now, and you'd be lying if you said you couldn't feel it drawing you in.

You can't help it, you love women, even if you don't always have what they think is their best interests at heart. The gentle kiss you plant on her mouth is full of emotion and need, and it practically melts her. She wraps her arms around yours and her hesitation and fear become fuel in the fires of her lust. As your tongues dance above, you trace the outline of her womanhood, before probing deeply into the wetness of her netherlips, capturing her excited squeals.

Her core is sopping. Burning. Tighter than a clenched fist, as you another finger inside her. Your monster cock throbs with anticipation. You nicknamed it the Girl-killer. You've used it to end a lot of girls delayed adolescence, to transform them into women. Not by taking hymens- but by 'giving' babies. A female isn't really a women until she's had a man's baby inside them. . That's the real innocence a woman has, a future. A future you seize control of and redirect to caring for your child. A process you found to be unstoppably addictive. It was time to kill Stephanie the girl, and create Stephanie the woman.

You nuzzle the head of your weapon against her soft teenage slit. You flash her a kind smile, take a firm grip of her hips and ass and drive yourself into her.

Stephanie grunts like you slugged her in the gut. She isn't untouched, but damn she feels near virgin tight. You feel your swollen cock punch her muscles and organs aside, forcing them to make room as you press deeper. If she wasn't so wet you'd never have made it in. She isn't a marionette, she's a stuffed puppet now.

"Wait." She cries. You ignore her and push another few inches in with a snarl, halfway there. Little Steph struggles in your clutches, her hands push at your chest, to to you stop but you press down harder and push forward again. Another inch of her body stolen for yourself; growling in satisfaction, you take another inch after that.

"It's too big! Stop!" The teen cries out as you invade her. You love it when she scratches and punches at you. Her tiny fists impotent, the pain of her nails are the perfect aphrodisiac to the pleasure in your groin. You work her clit, teasing and flicking, forcing unwanted pleasure upon her body and confusing her young mind. She tightens, an orgasm quite unlike any she has ever had before rips through her. Her pussy clenches you tight for moment, before slackening in her release. you hold still as she rides out the aftershocks, letting her teenaged muscles flutter your partially buried shaft.

"You're beautiful when you cum, Stephanie."

"I told you to stop," she manages to gasp out eventually.

"And then you came. Do you want me to stop or do you want to cum again?"

She swallows and then says something under her breath.

"What was that?"

"I want to cum again, Mister Bauer. Please."

"Put your hands above your head." You command.

"Why?"

"You lied to me. You're not a good girl. Scratching me like that, hitting me. And cumming like a little slut. You're a bad girl, Stephanie." Your pronounce it like a judge handing out a life sentence. You see the thought take hold in her mind. She'll be different after this. Changed. Corrupted. Wordlessly, Stephanie puts her hands above her head. You grab them with one hand and keep her pinned.

As wet as she is, she'll never take you easily. Your mind drifts for a moment to nine months from now. Little Stephanie will be lying in much the same position, huge and sweating and crying tears of pain and joy as she pushes your child out into the world. The thought inflames you. You must take every inch of this girl, her comfort be damned. You ram forward again, her cries are music to your ears as you her to take another inch. She'll be yours forever after this. Another thrust. Another pained whimper and gasp of pleasure. Another and another. Each push shaping her more and more. Her poor little boyfriend was going to find her hole stretched and bruised after this. Oh well. That was the least of his problems.

At long last, you reach bottom, your hips coming together with a solid whip and your cockhead grinding against the mouth of her young womb. You pause. The hard part is over, you did it. You invaded little Stephanie to her deepest depths, places no man had ever reached before.

"You did it." You whisper softly in Stephanie's ear.

"I did?" She had had her eyes squeezed closed, poor little thing was really feeling the sensations. Stephanie looked down at the gooey mess where the two of your were one. "Oh my god. Ohmygod ohmygod." She looked up at your incredulous. "You split me in half!"

"Do you like it?" You smirk. You wouldn't ask, if you didn't know the answer.

"It hurts....but I think I like that too." A tiny flash of insecurity passed behind her eyes. "Does that make me a slut?"

"It makes you my little slut." You kiss her gently and are pleasantly surprised when she deepens it to a hot battle between your tongues. "Hold on to something. I'm going to fuck you good." You tell her after you pull back.

"I never knew it could be like this." Stephanie murmurs to herself. She locks eyes with you. "Make me scream!"

You drag your angry swollen cock free, the wiretight lips of her pussy tug against your shaft. And when you find yourself almost entirely withdrawn, you surge back inside.

"Ahhhh." Stephanie cries out. "Again."

You work yourself back and forth again and again, twisting and changing direction, stretching her young hole. Satisfied, you bend her in half and start working her through a series of small clenching orgasms.

"I loooooooooove it. I love your cock! I love you Mister Bauer!" Stephanie screams as you start to pound her. You aren't sure if you'll cut this one loose from her boyfriend or not. One thing is for sure, as much as you care for her, you aren't leaving Karen for some random lay. No chance. I mean really. You love your wife. Which is why, you always get a bit of over every woman you sleep with. After all, a good working relationship is hard, and you can't have some little homewrecking slut ruining your marriage. Of course it rarely comes to that. A bit of charm, a bit of honesty and a even a hit of a threat and most women accept their non-exclusive place in your life. And of course the videotape you're making right now isn't just for your viewing pleasure later, it's good leverage against any stupid, panicked decisions on her part. You really hope Stephanie is in the majority. After all, you 'love' her.

"I love you too, babe."

You watch another orgasm rip through her when you say the words. It's her largest yet. Connection, emotion, it really is the hottest aphrodisiac. All that pleasure is beginning to take its toll on young Stephanie, her body goes slack, her eyes distant. You recognize the 'cock-drunk' expression of a well fucked woman. And you plan to make use of it.

"Stephanie." You gasp. You are hardly far from your own explosive finish. "I want- no I need to cum inside you."

"You can't. I'll get pregnant." She whimpers unconvincingly.

"Would that be so bad?"

"I'm too young to be a mommy!" Stephanie whines.

You nearly blow then and there, but you hold off. You want her to want it. To feel the need as badly as you do. You pause and touch her face gently, capturing her in your gaze.

"I'm gonna cum in you, Stephanie. This time. Next time. Every time. I'm gonna cum in you until it takes. I'm gonna keep coming in you as you swell up with our baby." Stephanie's eyes grow larger with every word, her mouth gapes open in shock, but you aren't fooled. You can feel her tensing around your manhood, her nipples hardening. "But first I'm going to feel you cum, just thinking about it. And when you do, so will I."

"Please don't get me pregnant! I want to go to college!" She begs. You both feel your cock swelling and twitching inside her. You both know what it means. Stephanie moans as she feels her body betray her. Her orgasm, only heightened, triggered by the fear, the risk you are forcing her to take.

"No!" She screams, as you bring an end to her life of of youthful, carefree innocence and start her down the path to motherhood. A path you intend her to walk again and again. Her head rolls back, her pussy grows impossibly tight, hot and wet. She wails as the first of her contractions begin to milk your shaft. It's all too much, you cum with a roar, hips pumping, cum oozing out the wire tight grip her pussy has on your cock even as your frantic thrusts wad after wad past her cervix, to invade her young womb.

You thrust deep at the end and hold her tight through her whimpers, tears and gasps. She clings to you like a life preserver, kissing any part of you she can reach. She'll remember this moment to her dying day. The day you made your first child together.

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You leave work early after that day as soon as you got Stephanie the bare minimum of presentable and threw her in a cab home. It was too bad you couldn't give her a ride back to her parents house, but it's not like you want a bunch of sweat and cum stinking up your BMW. That would only make your wife ask questions and frankly, you'd hate to worry her.

You really do love Karen. You met her a couple years ago and she's honestly the first woman you've ever considered a friend. They say behind every great man, there's a great woman and in this case its true. Yeah, she's a classic American beauty big blue eyes, blonde hair, and a pretty smile, but you could throw a rock and hit five women like that. No, it's the fact that she's always supported you, always been there for you, from the first day you met her. She's the kind of woman who actually cares about other people. Probably too much, but you weren't complaining. And frankly, you want to go the extra mile to make sure not to hurt her. Its the least you can do, since you discovered your ...addiction.

You push the naughty thoughts out of your head as you step through the door. Inside is a welcome sight, your lovely wife and ...Amy. Talk about a pair of pocket aces. Amy was Karen's negative image, streetwise vs naive, daring to her cautious and whereas your wife was your wife was almost painfully shy, Amy bubbly and a bit of a tease. Some of it had to be on purpose, after all, it's not like she didn't know how she looked. That was the main thing they both shared. Both women were build like absolute brick shithouses. Long legs that rounded out to big juicy asses that barely fit on their hourglass figures, only balanced out by their huge natural breasts. You actually enjoyed her company. Amy wasn't just your wife's friend, she was yours too. Ever since you'd gotten back from your honeymoon, she'd spent increasing amounts of time at your home, during which you bonded. But that was a problem. Because more and more, she was becoming your newest obsession.

"Hey babe." You lean down and give Karen a tiny kiss on the cheek. You should have taken time to clean up after your extramarital tryst.

"Hiya- ugh. What's that smell?" Karen gave you a look. Did she suspect? How could she, you're such a smooth operator.

"Uhh, there was a new client at the office. A sushi chain. They had free sample." You cover so very smoothly.

Amy furrowed her brow. "I think she meant you smell like sweat?"

"That's.... because we played baseball with the sushi guys after we ate."

"You ate raw fish and played baseball?"

"Yeah." Jesus Christ what a smooth cover that was. Whew.

"Anyway, Karen was just telling me she can't go to your work conference, this week."

"Oh no babe. Why not?"

"There's a nurse shortage two counties over, and with the recent accidents, they need me to cover for at least a few days." Karen replied with no small amount of sadness. She was a traveling nurse. A good job for someone as empathic as her, though the distance was hard on both of you.

"Damn it Karen. I told everyone you would be there and I was gonna show you off." You felt a chain of unwanted thoughts bubbling up from the deep recesses of your lizard brain. The same instincts that made you such a shark in the conference room smelled opportunity and weakness. You felt the words slip out almost as if someone else spoke them. "Well maybe there's something else we can do."

"What do you mean? I can't miss work, Matt."

"No. Of course not." You smile and put a gentle hand on your wife's shoulder. "But didn't you say part of the reason you wanted to come was because you're worried about how....how did you put it? Someone has to keep the brothel full of sluts and manwhores off your husband?"

"Matt! Not in front of Amy!" Karen flushed and whined. She was so cute when she wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah, Karen. I didn't even do the earmuffs." Amy mimed putting a set of hands over her ears and shares an amused smile with you. Oh, Amy. You're playing with fire.

"Well what if Amy could come instead?"

"Wha...?" Your wife squeaks.

"Oh, I don't think-"

You cut Amy off. "That way you'll have someone you know. Someone you trust who can tell you everything is just fine and honestly, I'll have someone to help me fight off the boredom." You toss a pretend sword to Amy, who reluctantly catches it, before you yank her to her feet to fend off entropic boredom.

"You would do that for me?" Karen's eyes were shining as she looked up at you. You could deny her nothing. Although in truth, your motivations had nothing to do with her. Your addiction had made the decision for you. It had decided that the time for Amy was now. And you were just along for the ride.

"Of course, babe." You lie. "I'd do anything for you." That might have been true. Although hopefully she never asked for anything crazy like, 'please stop fucking and impregnating other women Matt'.

Karen leaps onto you and locks her arms and legs around you, peppering you with kisses and giggles, whispering about all the ways she's going to 'thank you', for being such a good husband. Amy rolls her eyes but doesn't look away. She's used to seeing her normally shy friend slather you in PDA. Actually, you couldn't be sure but she might have seen more than that...

"Wait a second." Amy cut in again. "I didn't agree to any of this."

"Oh please! Please please please Amy. It's so perfect. You're so perfect. Please, just do this. For me." Karen reaches over and grabs at her best friend without letting go of you. After a few second of fruitless clawing, Amy reluctantly steps forward and allows the taller woman to drag her in. "It will be fun. I promise. And you haven't had a vacation in years!"

"Alright, alright." Amy said, smiling. Karen's happiness was infectious at times. Just another thing you loved about her. "It's not too boring right?

"There's no wild parties." You lie with a shrug. "But I'm sure we'll find something to keep us occupied." You words have more heat in them than you intend and you're fairly sure some of your lust is showing on your face, but Amy seems to take your words at face value.

"But wait, aren't your coworkers expecting you to show up with Karen? How will we explain that?"

"That's actually the easy part. They never met her, so we'll just tell them you and I are married." You give her a shit-eating grin. "You do act the part."

"One. Shut up." Amy says with a grin. "Two, that's a terrible idea. Where will I even sleep for a week?"

"In bed with me, hun." You laugh. "Since when are you shy?"

"Yeah. You sound like me." Karen adds, playing the perfect, if unknowing, wingman.

Amy swallowed. "Can you get us separate rooms?"

"It's too late for that." You reply. "But I understand. You're doing me a favor, so I promise, I'll sleep in the tub. No worries." And then, right on cue...

"What? Amy! You cannot ask Matt to sleep in a bathroom. He's my husband and you're my best friend. And I say its fine for you both to sleep in the same room. End of discussion." Your wife declares. Honestly, she doesn't put her foot down often, but when she does....

"Don't worry. I'll call and make sure there are separate beds. Two queens-

"Just like you've got here." Amy finishes for him. "You know, you should leave the dad jokes to the actual dads."

Your smile freezes on your face. Luckily Karen is too busy squeezing everyone into an excited group hug, to notice. Hopefully she thinks your raging erection is just for her. Part of it is, but you can sense the tension in the air. So can Amy, she looks at you with a wary sort of glance that was very new to her, but one you've seen on the face of almost every woman you've claimed in the last year. It's the look your next conquest.

You can hardly wait.