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Walking into our bedroom wrapped in a towel with another one soaking up dampness from my hair suddenly felt different. We were in a relationship space where a love affair had begun, but I wasn’t sure how to label it.
Is this still about surrogacy?
How do the puzzle pieces fit?
Once through the bedroom door, I turned to face Victor, noticing immediately his expression that was like a kid in a sweet shop. I was instantly lifted upon seeing a boy who wanted me more than anyone ever had.
“How does this change things, Victor?”
“I can’t think about anything for the moment. My mind is buzzing with excitement and the possibilities. I’ve lost focus.”
“We need to discuss what just happened, sweetheart.”
“I love you, and said it aloud. That’s what happened. I’ve thought about it for days.”
“And I confessed to feeling the same way.”
“Do you really love me, Amy?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
I pulled him into my arms, wrapping Victor up tightly. I stared into his wide eyes, enjoying the loving sparkle and beaming smile that radiated back. He looked like a man who’d won the prize he’d desperately sought for a long time.
“I’m fucking turned on right now, Victor.”
“Shall we make love?”
“I could get pregnant. Maybe I already am.”
“Oh, my. I hadn’t considered whether you were ready to raise a child. I see how my outburst changes things.”
“It wasn’t an outburst.”
“I’ve pressured you, though.”
“No, you haven’t. You changed things between us, but honesty is always best. We need to talk, is all, Victor.”
“Yes, we do. Perhaps over dinner later?”
“Perfect. It gives us both time to think this through until then.”
He kissed me passionately, but I could tell Victor was worried about what being in love meant and how that might affect our existing relationship. Surrogacy was fast becoming impossible, a fact that had suddenly dawned on him as it did on me when he first announced his feelings.
He looked worried, so I smiled confidently.
“Being in love is a nice problem to have, sweetheart.”
“Are you sure about that, Amy?”
“I’m glad to know you love me and even more relieved to have told you the same. Hiding my feelings was becoming a burden.”
“I couldn’t tell you loved me. It felt very one-sided at times.”
“I had to protect myself from the emotions of being a surrogate who would hand over our baby. I’m sure you can see why that problem affects both of us now.”
“I hadn’t fully considered the implications, Amy.”
He looked mildly dejected, and I felt guilty about bringing down what appeared to be the happiest moment of his life. Victor’s cardinal rule of not having a child with a woman who might leave him suddenly occurred.
We crossed a line.
He drifted off into a world of his own, caught deep in thought, and I feared he was running every catastrophic scenario that occurred at the moment. I shook Victor lightly and kissed him with a featherlike touch, bringing my starry-eyed lover back to our shared reality.
“I must leave soon to meet Hannah for coffee, baby.”
“Oh… yeah, sorry, I was deep in thought.”
“Please don’t worry, Victor. If I am pregnant right now, I shall honor our agreement.”
“And if you aren’t, you’d rather not make love until we talk this development through?”
“It seems sensible to pause our lovemaking, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, Amy. You are still my priority, though. I won’t rock this boat, and I still love you.”
“I love you too, Victor.”
I showered with him, sidling up close until our bodies merged like puffy clouds racing across an azure sky. My heart thumped like pistons on a speeding train at the look on his face when I gripped, then soaped Victor’s stiff cock into a heavy creamy lather.
When I cupped his balls in one hand and wanked an enormous, gnarly, thick, and long cock with the other, he looked surprised.
“I wasn’t expecting this… or anything, Amy.”
“I didn’t say I’d ignore your morning wood. That hardly seems fair.”
“I want to cum inside you, darling.”
“I want that as well. More than you can imagine bu-.”
“-I know, sorry. We’ll talk about it later.”
I planted soft kisses across his chest, licking, sucking, then chewing each solid nipple while wanking Victor’s cock, enjoying taking my time and practicing different masturbatory techniques. I had wanked boyfriends off before, choosing that as the best means to keep them satisfied and interested without fucking me.
His steely cock slid easily through my palm, the powerful fingers of which reached just over halfway around his circumference. In a frenzied moment, Victor slammed both his palms on adjacent walls, leaning back into the corner while I gently massaged his balls, peeling a wrinkly foreskin on each stroke while gazing deep into his eyes.
“I’ll cum on you if you don’t move out of the way.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for. I can rinse off your cream from my belly quite easily. I want to milk your semen entirely, baby, so that you have a stress-free day.”
“You talk so delightfully dirty, Amy.”
“It’s a first for me.”
“I love it.”
“Do you like me wanking you off?”
“Oh god, yeah. I’d love to go down on you right now, right here.”
“I know you would, and that fucking turns me on.”
“Can I, please?”
“I need to meet Hannah, baby. Let’s take care of your morning wood now; you can service me later when we have more time.”
“Where will you be this afternoon?”
“In my study. You’re welcome to come and go as you please.”
That’s one rule gone.
I gripped his cock firmly around its base, holding back his foreskin to the maximum extent. My other hand slid gently up and down his lathered shaft, contouring every gnarl and bloated vein.
I thumbed up and down his fully stretched banjo string, enjoying how intense sexual desperation fully occupied his expression. As I rubbed the tight cord from side to side, then in a circle, he shuddered, moaned, and almost cried in ecstasy while I enjoyed watching a magnificent man approaching his tumultuous orgasm.
When I palmed my hand across his tight, smooth glans, Victor screamed, stamping his legs up and down, shuddering like a train run out of control with the emergency brakes pulled full on. I cupped his glans, circling and rubbing while wanking the base of his cock in short sharp jerks.
“I’m cumming Amy. Oh god… I love you… I can’t stop it.”
“Please don’t hold back, honey. Let’s milk all that lovely hot seed out, making your day pleasant and calm.”
“Oh wow!”
I moved my palm aside and used both hands to wank Victor’s enormous shaft. I squeezed his flesh tight, milking him for real. When his first rope of hot semen sprayed under high pressure from the tiny eye on the end of his cock, I watched it fly through the air, splashing on my stomach.